#liv’s 500 celebration

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#5

I love self reblogging. The concept of going "is anyone gonna reblog this amazing content I made?" and not waiting for an answer

1,917 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

We built a little house and filled it with our little dreams

But shining brighter are the moments that were in between

If I'm honest, it felt like love

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And in the morning, you adored me 'til the sun went down

And then I knew you were the one I couldn't live without

If I'm honest, it felt like love

Don’t You Worry by Oh Wonder

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Day One of My 2k Celebration

light - home - what if it was easy - it will be easy

1,927 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

Divinity lives within my skin and my love,

I am blessed that you let me worship at the altar of your lips

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“Please,” he says, “I need something more.”

More than life? I ask. Than pleasure?

“Yes,” he says, with clasped hands on bent knees,

“I need you”

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He spills whiskey into his stomach, smoke into his lungs. He spill blood, his own and others’.

But he does not spill one drop of us, tongue chasing fingers so that he may take what is left of my body from my hand.

- poem by Kath @caskarass

~

Stolen moments of holy intimacy between Dean and Castiel

Their mutual worship knows no bounds.

2,047 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#2

baptized in blood,

it drips from my nose

with no absolution.

what if it was easy?

Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary

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for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k

prompt: young Dean

inprnt / redbubble

2,441 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Losing love is like a window in your heart

Everybody sees you’re blown apart

Everybody sees the wind blow

Graceland - Paul Simon

~

Dean's heart burns in front of him. Leaving the hollow shell of what was. or could have been, if he'd shared it with Cas.

For Liv carrotfricker's 500 celebration - void/grief

2,494 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

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[holliscavnersite]

Hollis Cavner 3M Open will have a Competitive Tour

It’s labeled as Minnesota’s golf event of the summer. Tournament officials hosted media day on Monday at the course, and Executive Tournament Director Hollis Cavner quickly addressed the elephant in the room that's challenging PGA Tour fields: The LIV Tour.

The new Saudi-backed golf tour has attracted some of the game’s best players, including Dustin Johnson and Louis Oosthuisen. PGA Commissioner Jay Monahan is suspending any current players headed to the LIV Tour, meaning they can’t play in any tour events, such as the 3M Open.

The LIV Tour is a series of eight events that are 54-hole tournaments without a cut. The winner of the first event, Charl Schwartzel, won more than $4 million. The last place finisher gets $100,000. Players are also put on teams, which are paid for their group’s performance. Some players got paid hundreds of millions of dollars to join.

This year’s field will include 32 players who have won a tournament within the last 12 months, including six winners so far this season. The biggest of those names includes Sungjae Im, Tom Hoge and Tony Finau. Their most recent commitment, Sahith Theegala, took second to Xander Schaufelle on Sunday at the Travelers Insurance Championship.

The 3M Open will also feature 11 players who have finished in the top 10 in the tournament the last three years. They include Adam Hadwin, Lucas Glover, Spring Lake Park native Troy Merritt, Charles Howell III and Finau.

Fans will also see three major champion winners, most recently Danny Willett, the 2016 Master’s champion. Cavner said he’ll release more big names coming to Blaine in the three weeks leading up to the tournament. TPC Twin Cities will play to a 7,441-yard par-71, and the field will be cut from 156 to the low 60 and ties after 36 holes. The winner gets $1.35 million, and 500 points towards the FedEx Cup Playoffs.

Edina native and former professional tennis player Mardy Fish, now playing on a celebrity golf tour, ha also been given a sponsor's exemption to play. The event, with its corporate sponsors, will also raise more than $1.5 million for local charities M Health Fairview, The First Tee Minnesota and Greater Twin Cities United Way.

"I feel good about where we’re at. We want this to be the happening of the summer. We’re going to have the best tournament ever this year I think," Cavner said.

[enmusasblog]

Stoned Cold Country - ett hyllingsalbum till Rolling Stones 60-årsjubileum Stone Cold Country är ett stjärnspäckat album med några av världen största artister: Jimmie Allen, Brooks & Dunn, Brothers Osborne, Eric Church, Steve Earle, Elle King, Marcus King, Little Big Town, Ashley McBryde, Maren Morris, Elvie Shane, Koe Wetzel, The War And Treaty, Lainey Wilson & Zac Brown Band. Den 17 mars släpps Stoned Cold Country - ett hyllningsalbum som firar The Rolling Stones 60-årsjubileum med omarbetade versioner av det legendariska rockbandets katalog och framförda av country-genrens största stjärnor.   Skivan är producerad av Robert Deaton och hyllad som "ett kärleksbrev till The Rolling Stones från Nashville". Den stjärnspäckade line-upen består av Jimmie Allen, Brooks & Dunn, Brothers Osborne, Eric Church, Steve Earle, Elle King, Marcus King, Little Big Town, Ashley McBryde, Maren Morris, Elvie Shane, Koe Wetzel, The War And Treaty, Lainey Wilson & Zac Brown Band. Alla injicerar sin egen stil i den högaktade musiken från The Rolling Stones. Det spännande resultatet är Stoned Cold Country - en explosionsartat firande av Mick Jagger och Keith Richards mest hyllade låtar. Stoned Cold Country innehåller 14 livfulla framträdanden av klassiska Stones-låtar, alla inspelade i de mest respekterade studiorna i Nashville av några av countryvärldens mest vitala musiker. Albumet är perfekt anpassat till The Rolling Stones monumentala 60-årsjubileum som band. Den hyllade Nashville-baserade Deaton har tillbringat de senaste åren med ett specifikt uppdrag: att belysa Stones inflytande inte bara på countrymusiken i stort, utan också mer specifikt på några av dess mest konventionssprängande samtida artister. “Four years ago, I had this idea of a Country tribute record to the Rolling Stones – the greatest rock band of all time. That we are finally here and introducing this project to the world is both gratifying and honestly, overwhelming,” säger Deaton om dagens släpp. “I could not be more proud of the artists and musicians that participated on this album. As the song says… ‘It's Only Rock and Roll But I Like It’ – I hope everyone will join us in celebrating 60 years of The Rolling Stones.” På "Paint It Black" levererar Zac Brown Band en outplånlig och kraftfull snurr på den dundrande och rörande låten, ursprungligen släppt av The Rolling Stones 1966. Låten var med på Rolling Stones lista över de 500 största låtarna genom tiderna och valdes in i Grammy Hall of Fame 2018. Lyssna på Zac Brown Bands beskrivning av den ikoniska låten, som släpptes idag med albumet, här. "Vi fick öppna för The Rolling Stones förra året i Atlanta. När du träffar artister du är ett fan av är det en surrealistisk upplevelse eftersom de har varit en del av ditt liv så länge”, säger Zac Brown Band. "Det är som att umgås med superhjältar." Dagens release av Stoned Cold Country har flera hits inkluderade, inklusive "Sympathy for the Devil" av Elvie Shane, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" av Lainey Wilson, "Miss You" av Jimmie Allen, och "It's Only Rock 'N' Roll (But I Like It)" av Brothers Osborne & The War And Treaty – som tog sig till CMA Awards-scenen i november för att leverera en blixtrande framförande av sin tolkning.   Stoned Cold Country låtlista"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" – Ashley McBryde”Honky Tonk Women” – Brooks & Dunn”Döda blommor” – Maren Morris"It's Only Rock 'N' Roll (But I Like It)" - Brothers Osborne & The War And Treaty"Miss You" - Jimmie Allen"Tumbling Dice" - Elle King"Can't You Hear Me Knocking" - Marcus King"Wild Horses" - Little Big Town"Paint It Black" - Zac Brown Band"You Can't Always Get What You Want" - Lainey Wilson"Sympathy for the Devil" – Elvie Shane"Angie" - Steve Earle”Gimme Shelter” – Eric Church"Shine A Light" - Koe WetzelLyssna här:   https://toolkits.bbrmusicgroup.com/stoned-cold-country/stoned-cold-country/ För intervjuer kontakta: Anette Ståhl / Enmusa Music, tel: 0707-180 120  anette@enmusamusic.com För mer information: Ulrika Hammar / BMG, tel 0705–295 312 ulrika.hammar@bmg.com

[goldenroutledge]

Hii! Could you do 3 "I'm so lucky" from the list d and 1 "taking each other’s hands during a stressful situation, instantly reliveing the pressure of the situation" from list b with jj please? Thank you 💙

sweet girl

pairing: jj maybank x female!reader

word count: 2.1k

warning(s): reader has a fear of heights, swearing

a/n: it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve posted an actual imagine. this is based on one of my favorite obx scenes. probably not what you were expecting anon but i hope you like it! 💙

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© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

“I think I know how we’re gonna find out who owns that Grady-White.” John B announced to the group, pointing his finger up as he concocted his plan.

Almost in unison, you all caught onto each other’s thoughts as Kiara tossed John B the motel key. All except for Pope, who’s uneasy expression gave away his discomfort about the situation. “Are you sure? We don’t know who’s in that room.”

“We’ll never know unless we try to find out.” You advised, nudging him with your elbow as you followed Kiara and JJ down the wooden planks of the dock and back to the Pogue.

“At least you’ll only be an accomplice.” John B offered with a shrug and a wink, taking the lead of the others and hopping onto the boat.

-

“Well, this isn’t sketchy at all.” You thought out loud, the boat nearing the torn down Summer Winds Motel sign.

“This does not look like a place someone with a Grady-White would stay.” JJ added.

“This looks like a place where someone with a Grady-White would get killed.” Pope emphasized. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Just stay on the lookout for us.” John B told him. “We shouldn’t be too long, anyways.”

“We’ll keep an eye out.” You assured him, taking a seat in your normal spot on the boat and stretching your legs out in front of you.

“Nope. You’re coming with us, Y/n.” John B stated. “Someone’s gotta keep JJ under control.”

JJ muttered some words of dispute under his breath while you scoffed, not interested in having to keep JJ in line. “I’m not a babysitter, John B. JJ can handle himself.”

“I sure can.” The blond spoke up firmly in concurrence with you.

“I think that might be the first thing you two have agreed on all day.” Kiara chimed in, more so to herself.

“Come on, Y/n. You’ve always been good at pointing things out right? What if you find something that I’m overlooking? We need your help.”

“It doesn’t seem like your partner-in-crime agrees.” You remarked, though you accepted the hand John B held out for you. “But whatever. I guess someone has to be reasonable.”

“Be careful.” Kiara warned, more so in the direction of John B. “I mean it.”

“We will.” He assured.

John B and JJ took the lead up the creaky steps, which didn’t appear all that safe, as you held your breath in passing the moldy mattresses set out along the railings of the deck. The antics of your two friends in front of you caught your attention, JJ playfully massaging John B’s shoulders.

“Just be so, careful John B.” JJ mocked in a softer tone, before cutting the act as he was shoved off by his friend. “Dude, what the heck was that about?”

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful?”

“When are you gonna stop being so oblivious and swoop on that, man?”

“Why do you care? You’re the one that’s always hitting on her.” John B pointed out.

“Of course I’m always hitting on her. She’s a super hot, rich hippie chick slumming it with us. Why, I don’t know. But who cares, bro? I know that door’s locked because I’ve tried it. Have you?”

“You need help. Not just a little bit of help, you need a lot of help. Because with any girl who has a heartbeat you just turn into a zombie.” John B jeered, mimicking zombie noises while letting his arms dangle in front of him.

As JJ opened his mouth again to defend himself, you pushed past the two boys, snatched the key and began walking ahead of them. “Can we focus? I didn’t realize this was a therapy session.”

“Don’t let your jealousy get the best of you, Y/n. It’s not a good look.” The blond teased.

“And remind me, what am I jealous of again?”

“Not being the subject of my charm.”

“Oh, please. I could go my entire life without it.” You insisted sarcastically, paying more attention to the room numbers decorating the doors.

“That’s what they all say.” JJ quipped. “But there’s no need to worry, I’ll still flirt with you too.”

“Lucky me.” You responded, going to push the key into the lock before his hand paused your movements.

“Wait, Y/n. Just barge on in why don’t ya. We have to at least knock.”

You rolled your eyes and handed the key back to John B, who also seemed fed up with the banter between you and JJ. “Housekeeping!” JJ piped up in a much higher pitch than usual, knocking twice with his knuckles.

There was no response, so you all took it as your answer to go inside. JJ of course went straight for the bags and belongings in the room, rummaging through them to find something to steal, making comments about the quality of the items occasionally. You followed him into the bathroom, to which he turned around and shined his flashlight right in your face.

“So.. I can’t even take a piss alone? What’s up with that?”

You ignored him, folded your arms across your chest and leaned against the wooden doorframe. JJ could only get on your nerves if you let him. “Finding anything?” John B shouted.

“Not with Y/n breathing down my neck.” The blond responded, reaching for a deodorant he was about to pocket from the bag of toiletries.

You slapped it out of his hand just as fast as he had picked it up. “We’re not stealing anything, JJ. Don’t even think about it.”

“Too late.” He smirked in your face, dangling a watch from his fingers that he must’ve picked up on the way in.

“Guys? You’re gonna wanna come see this.” John B called out with a dumbfounded look on his face as his flashlight shined inside a safe. The two of you followed his voice, just as in awe as he was upon seeing the cash inside of it.

“Holy shit.” JJ let out barely above a whisper. “Holy shit!” He cheered this time in a much louder but gratified tone as he looked closer, snatching a wad of cash in one hand and a gun in the other.

“JJ! Put it back!” You reprimanded, trying to snatch the stolen items away from him. He pocketed the cash, but held up the gun and began posing as if he were in an action film.

“Take a picture of me, bro.”

“And make your own incriminating evidence?” You inquired. “Yeah, good fucking idea JJ. Put the gun back.”

“All I’m hearing is that you’d miss me while I’m in jail, darling. How sweet of you.” He mocked, cupping your face with one hand to top off his dramatics.

You pushed him almost immediately, the force enough to knock him back a step or two. “Will you both shut up? I think I heard something on the window.” John B scolded, looking out the blinds to see Kiara and Pope jumping and waving their arms frantically.

“What is it?” You hesitated, fearing the worst.

John B hurried to the other window and peeked through the set of blinds extra carefully, before revealing the answer in a hushed tone. “Cops.”

As the words fell from his lips, JJ threw the window open and looked over his shoulder at you. “Well?” He gestured towards the ledge.

“Well, what? You want me to stand out there?” You questioned him as if he were crazy.

“It’s our only choice, Y/n. Do you see a fucking elevator in here?” JJ retorted, motioning for you to step through the window. “We don’t have all day.”

John B climbed through first, going to the ledge on the left, leaving the ledge on the right open for you and JJ. Unless you remained stood where you were and got caught like an idiot. Your fear of heights was never something you liked to talk about amongst the pogues, though they had an idea. JJ especially. All he would do was make fun of you for it.

“Come on, I’ve got you.” He promised, helping you step out onto the ledge with your shaky legs. All you had to do was not look down.

“Fuck me.” You cursed under your breath. Normally, JJ would’ve spoken up with a remark, but he stayed silent. He inched beside you, taking your hand in his for some support. JJ was relieved to hear your breathing lighten up, as well as your hands that slowed their trembling.

“It’s okay, Y/n. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“It’ll be your fault if something does. I should’ve never come up here to begin with.”

He shook his head, adjusting his footing as well. JJ nearly lost his balance, dropping your hand and clinging onto your waist, giving you a light squeeze as a result. The gun hanging outside of his pocket took a tumble and fell down with a few thuds on the surfaces it hit, leaving all three of you to squeeze your eyes shut in disbelief.

“You’re a fucking idiot. I told you not to take it-” You tried to admonish through a whisper.

“Can you shut the hell up for five minutes? I could push you off this ledge right now, y’know.” JJ hissed in return through gritted teeth.

You stayed silent, flush against the brick wall as your heart raced. Until pretty soon John B deemed it safe to go back in, your nerves calming down drastically. Just as he had done to help you out, JJ offered his hand to help you back inside the motel room. He didn’t drop it like you expected him too, either, but you were just happy to be back on solid grounds.

“Let’s get out of here.” John B stressed, interjecting your small moment.

At that, JJ dropped your hand, but still bothered to ask; “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You reassured him. He wanted to pick up his pace and travel closer to John B, but the sound of your voice speaking up again stopped him. “I’m sorry for what I said to you. I was stressed out.” JJ kept walking, not once acknowledging your apology on the way back to the HMS Pogue.

“You made it!” Kiara exclaimed, embracing John B as he stepped on. “And I see you two didn’t kill each other.” She commented, looking in your direction.

“Barely.” You told her. “This one threatened to push me off the edge.”

“I was kidding, Y/n. Lighten up.” JJ appealed. “Nothing happened to you did it? As far as I’m concerned I think I held up my end of the deal pretty well.”

“What deal?” Pope queried.

“The deal where as long as she shuts her mouth then I will kinda… make sure nothing happens to her.”

“You mean protect her?” Kiara corrected him, placing a hand to her chest in awe.

“Oh, Y/n. I’ll keep you so safe.” John B taunted, mimicking his friend this time, caressing the blond boy’s cheek as the gentle words fell from his lips. “I won’t let anything happen to you, sweet girl.”

JJ squirmed away from the brunette’s touch, a displeasing look on his face as everyone broke out into laughs. “That’s not what happened. And Y/n is the opposite of sweet.”

“Are you saying I’m sour?” You quirked an eyebrow, ready to fight back with him if he wanted to insult you.

“I’m saying, I should’ve at least gotten a ‘Thank you, JJ. I appreciate you not letting me fall 40 feet to the ground.’ For someone with a terrible fear of heights I thought you’d be a little more grateful.”

You chuckled, clearing your throat before taking his cheek in your hand as he did to you earlier. “JJ. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for protecting me on that ledge. I’m so lucky to have you.” You broke the soft eye contact and ended your scene. “How was that?”

You were almost afraid JJ wouldn’t receive the joke well, judging by the deadpan he was giving. But it was JJ, jokester was his middle name. He chuckled, flashing you a shit eating grin. “It wasn’t half bad. Could use some work, though.”

John B, Pope, and Kiara broke out into laughter and a conversation of their own, not paying attention to the two of you in the slightest. You awkwardly stepped to the side to leave JJ‘s personal space, gazing out onto the marsh to avoid his stare.

You figured he was doing the same, before JJ startled you with his touch on your shoulder, the other hand hovering on top of where yours rested in the back pocket of your jean shorts. He brought his head down accordingly so you could hear him, and most likely no one else. His breath was hot on your ear, sending a wave of shivers through your body. “Oh, and I almost forgot. You’re welcome, sweet girl.”

a/n: let me know what you guys thought about this? it’s kinda growing on me lol

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[ridestomars]

🦋 eddie w a hippie/70s gf <3

🦋 ─ EDDIE'S 70S MIXTAPE.

black magic woman by santana. i was made for lovin' you by kiss. whole lotta love by ike & tina turner. love her madly by the doors. sweet emotion by aerosmith.

💭 liv’s thoughts: i LOVED this request. mav, you're a geniussss! this is an ode to my beautiful flower child!reader <3 thank you so much for asking, roma!!!!

── wanna be part of my 500 followers celebration? come party with me!

[inactive-luv]

liv’s 500! / 6,000+ note celebration!

THANK YOU FOR FIVE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS!!!!

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i cant describe my happiness and love for every single one of you, thank you all so so so so so much! i still think in my head that i have like 100-200, i cant comprehend how much 500 is thank you so much!

i decided to do a small fic challenge! all entries get their own place on a masterlist i made! this said list will also be linked on my main masterlist!

also i kinda formatted this off @meganskane ‘s fic celebration post so just thought i should add that ily nati

here are the rules:

must be criminal minds (US TV) related

there is no limit for words but it should be more than around 700 words. the sweet spot should be around 1-3k :)

there is no deadline as of now! take your time!

you must use one of the prompt lines below the cut ONLY ONE PLEASE and put it in bold in your fic por favor

any criminal minds ship or character or reader insert can be written about as well as any category of fanfiction (fluff, smut, angst, etc) 

IF YOU PLAN ON WRITTING A SMUT FIC: you must be 18+ and have your age in your bio or message me, said fic must have proper warnings on it and have a plot to it

format the fic as i do mine (you can check this post)

you can enter as many times as you want!

tag your entries as #luvofyourlifelivsficchallenge and/or dm them to me

(UPDATE) it says contest but i think im gonna X that and have everyone be winners its too hard to choose

i hope everyone has fun!

writing prompts (please use one):

who did this to you?

please don’t hate me

you don’t have to lie to me

just one more kiss

i will always love you

tagging some moots: 

@willowrose99 @sparklinspence @meganskane @drreidsboyband @ssa-sarahsunshine @cherrysreid @spencerreidsrightsock @milfgrantanderson @spencerreidsleftsock @donald4spiderman @rigatonireid @lovereid @spencerreid-187 @spencerreidat3am @doctorreiding @softhairedhotch @goobzoop @leftonreid @mercy-burning 

[rentsturner]

Shirt | Obi Wan Kenobi

‘oh my god if u do #3 from the fluff list with obi i think i might combust’ / @alideetoo

3 - ‘’Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

warnings: Modern!AU obi wan, reader overthinking and stressing a little, kissing

a/n: just cute fluff involving obi’s fav shirt. Hope you enjoy (love u @alideetoo ) THANK YOU @profkenobi FOR HELPING ME WITH THE ENDING YOURE THE BEST

wc: 1.4k

It was the first day off work that you’d had in a long time, and god knows how much you needed it. Finally a day where you could sit back and relax, no need to do any work, no matter how much you felt like you needed to. No chores, no cooking (you’d ordered in a pizza just to fully embrace the day), only relaxing. Obi was out at work, so you were well and truly home alone.

So you’d settled into bed, catching up on some Netflix shows until you got bored and tried to nap.

But something wasn’t right. You couldn’t let yourself relax, no matter how hard you tried. Something was always nagging at the back of your mind - an unopened email that was begging to be read, maybe you could just add one more paragraph to that unfinished essay, this time could be much better spent doing a little extra research. It was giving you a headache. No, you told yourself. Relax.

You looked around, needing to find something to calm yourself down and take your mind off everything, a stressball maybe or a colouring book or -

There it was, hanging from the top of the wardrobe in the corner, in all its glory. Obi Wan’s shirt. Red and black flannel, worn from use and slightly frayed at the seams. You touched the sleeve, slightly too long for you but perfect for Obi, fitting his strong arms so well. The fabric was so soft, softer than any of your shirts by far. It looked so warm, so cozy... so Obi Wan. The shirt slides easily off its hanger and you bury your face in it, breathing in its scent. It smelled so like him, even when Obi washed it, that faint scent of sandalwood and cinnamon still remained. It was intoxicating, immediately bringing back happy memories for you.

You pulled the fabric over your shoulders, tugging the sleeves down and wrapping it tightly around you. Obi is so much broader around the shoulders than you, the shirt practically hangs off your frame, but you were right, it’s warm and its cosy and it feels like home, more than your apartment itself.

It’s easy to relax now that you have the shirt, especially as the evening brings in the cold sting of winter. You’re glad to wrap the soft flannel around you, savouring the way it feels against your skin, keeping you warm and comfortable.

A few hours later, you hear the front door shutting, a familiar click, then some rustling as Obi discards his coat (and tie probably - he hates those things), a jingle as his keys are thrown into the bowl.

“Love, I’m home!” There’s a shout as footsteps approach the bedroom door, Obi Wan sounding surprisingly cheerful considering the long day he’s spent at work. Obviously in a good mood.

You’re stretched out on the bed, flipping through a worn paperback. This must be at least the fourth time that you’ve read it in the last few years, but the pages always seem to call you back and you’re sucked easily right back into the story every time, without fail.

The door creaks open to reveal a smiling Obi Wan. His hair is tousled, like he’s just ran his hands through it, messing it up on purpose. He’s rubbing over his jaw and down his neck with one hand, pushing the collar of his shirt open (you were right - tie has been discarded and top button hastily undone). He looks a little tired, but still positively gorgeous. It still took your breath away when you saw him sometimes, even after all these years.

He leans playfully against the doorframe, looking you up and down, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up past his elbows.

His eyebrow is quirked up, a smirk growing on his face as he takes in your outfit. He doesn’t say anything else, just waits for you to give in. Teasing, as always.

He’s like this when he’s with you. Quietly determined at work, never drawing too much attention to himself, but when he’s at home with you, Obi Wan is a real devil. Teasing, joking, anything to have your attention on him. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger, just as he is (happily) wrapped around yours.

After a few moments of playful tension, you give in.

“What’re you looking at?” You know exactly what he’s looking at.

Obi Wan takes a step forward, out of the doorway, towards the bed, hand lifting to gesture in your direction.

“Is that my shirt, darling?”

He’s still fucking smirking. well if he’s going to tease, then it’s only fair if you do too.

“You mean our shirt?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just chuckles and brings one hand up to stroke his beard, scratching at his jawline before smoothing the short hair back down.

“That’s my favourite shirt.”

“I know. It’s my favourite too. Hence why I’m wearing it.” Obi’s eyes are locked on yours and you can tell he’s enjoying himself, playing this little game with you, his eyes bright and twinkling with mischief.

“Well then. I suppose we’ll have to find a compromise, darling.” The devilish smirk on his face suggests that he has some kind of plan in store - Obi Wan was never without a plan, that was for sure. Always devising and calculating, always prepared. He scratches his chin, other arm still crossed across his chest - you quickly recognised his ‘scheming pose’, as he affectionately called it.

“You may wear it for tonight. But first I have to get something out of the pocket.”

Now you were confused. The shirt was no heavier than normal fabric - you were almost sure that the one front pocket was empty. What was he talking about? You stood up, feeling at the pocket as you moved.

“What? There’s nothing here, Obi.”

“Here. Just let me-“

He moved a few steps closer and suddenly the sandalwood and cinnamon scent doubled in intensity, clear blue eyes so close to yours, those long eyelashes framing them so beautifully. A hand slowly moved up your side, stroking gently until it reached the chest pocket of the shirt. Obi’s hand slipped inside, searching the corners of the pocket for...whatever it was he was looking for. You’d have to wait and see.

“Where is it, I can’t seem to...” He was making a big show of this, whatever his plan was, his brows practically touching as he feigned a face of deep concentration.

“Ah! Here it is.” His face lights up in equal intensity as the last expression and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so overdramatic, so present, so Obi Wan.

He brings his fingers out of the shirt, holding them up to you, as if to show you what he’s found - but there’s nothing there.

You look at Obi quizzically, confusion obvious on your face.

He smiles. Not a smirk. Just a smile.

“A left over smooch. Just for you.”

And as the warmth begins to blossom deep on your stomach and bubble up inside of you, he brings his fingers tenderly to his lips, leaving them there for a moment before moving even closer to you. You smile as he moves in, kissing you gently and slowly, savouring every second. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, rubbing your thumb over the soft hair there and pulling him in closer, your Obi Wan.

When you finally pull away, the sheepish smile on Obi’s face is the first thing you see.

“Did you like my joke, darling?”

“I loved it, Obi.” You smile. It had been very cute, to be fair to him, very clever. But a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt. “But I’m afraid I’ll be keeping the shirt.”

~*~*~*~

THE LEFT OVER SMOOCH WAS BRIT’S IDEA SHES A GENIUS OK SO EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BRIT

Obi tags: @ohhellokenobi @doublesunsets @karasong @callmearwen @jangohshit @rosionis @profkenobi @stardancerluv @goldenkenobi @fenharel-enaste @filthybookworm @weirdfangirl2416 @a-seeker-of-imagination @saintlaurentkenobi @justanotherpadawan @hawkerz12 @xxinvisiblexx @million-dollar-legs @imafatassmess @i-am-i-am-obiwankenobi @letmybabysleep @junkieboyfriend @Fishswimbetterunderwater @katsav17 @haydens-moles @princessxkenobi @chogisss @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @ewansblve @marvelinsanity @pete-is-fanatic @agent-catfish-kenobi @star-whores-a-new-hoe @darlingkenobi

[bradleybeachbabe]

werewolf: jack harlow? :)

werewolf: send me ‘werewolf’ for a random headcanon i have about a character from my masterlist

jack is a huge fan of cuddling

come celebrate with me!!

[mulderscully]

the absolute insanity of svu writers thinking it was a good idea to have liv sleep with the man who groomed her at age 16 and then reveal he is a serial rapist is so fucking abhorrent. i could not imagine a worse thing they could have done to her and who she is as a person. this is like, her own personal nightmare. i feel so disgusted. i just do not understand how they chose to celebrate 500 episodes this way.

[writing-for-marvel]

Congratulations Em! You deserve it so much, I adore your writing <3 can I request number 3 and 19 from the dialogue prompts with Natasha please?!

Thank you Liv 💕 I adore your writing too! I hope you like the drabble sweetie

For my 500 follower + Holiday celebration

Natasha Romanoff + “Um, I got you something.” + “Your hands are freezing.”

Masterlist | Ask me anything! | Taglist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

To Keep Your Hands Warm

“What on Earth do you get the billionaire who already has everything, and can afford literally anything, for Christmas?” You asked your girlfriend as you strolled through the mall together, looking at all the shop fronts that were decorated for the holiday season.

“I have no idea.” Natasha remarked, taking a particular interest in a sharpening steel in the window of a homewares shop, which you were desperately trying to steer her away from as there was one currently wrapped under your tree for her.

“Thanks, that’s super helpful.” Your voice full of sarcasm, now stopping outside a quaint old bookstore which you knew had the best collection of first edition classics in the city.

Natasha historically wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday’s, everyone’s too cheerful, it’s just another day on the calendar, but you realised this was because it reminded her of all the holidays she missed out on with a family she could call her own. Two years ago, she never would have agreed to a shopping trip like this. Now that she had a family, you, she cherished the holidays, and the two of you making memories together.

“I’m sorry you got stuck with Tony for secret Santa, baby. It doesn’t help that there’s a $20 limit either.” She shifted both the bags she was currently holding into one hand, using her now free one to hold yours. “Damn, your hands are freezing!”

“You know my hands are always cold, I’m not quite sure why you're so surprised.” You chuckled at her strange behaviour, but didn’t think any more of it. “Can we go in here please? I might be able to finally find that book for mom I’ve been searching for since July!”

“I’ll meet you in there, I just need to make one stop first.” Nat declared, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, taking off before you had a chance to oppose.

You roamed the bookstore, taking your time in each aisle, examining the spines of both new and old novels, completely losing track of time.

“Hey, find anything you like?” Nat eventually pulled you out of your reverie, carrying an extra shopping bag which she didn’t have before disappearing.

“I mean it’s a bookstore, I’d buy everything in here if I had Tony’s kind of money. Whatcha got there?” You asked innocently, eyes only flickering down to the bag for a second as you continued your search for a particular book for your mom.

“Um, I got you something.” She said uncharacteristically bashfully, holding out the new bag with a shy smile.

“Nat, Christmas is in like two weeks, don’t you think I should wait until then to open it?” You queried with a small laugh, unsure why she was suddenly so eager to exchange gifts - her past self would wince at how in the Christmas spirit she had become.

“It’s a practical gift and you’ll be able to use them in the week leading up to Christmas.” She insisted, pushing the bag closer to you, essentially demanding you open the gift this second.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Opening the bag, unfurling the tissue paper inside, you let out a small gasp at the cutest pair of lush, wool fingerless gloves inside.

“Tasha, they’re so cute. And very practical - thank you, I love them.” You couldn’t stop the wide smile which spread over your lips as you kissed her.

“As you said before, your hands are always cold. This way, you’ll be able to stay warm, but I’ll still be able to feel your fingers when we hold hands.” Your heart fluttered at the cheerful grin and slight blush that crept over her cheeks. “Now, put them on so I can hold your hand without feeling like I’m holding an icicle!”

Permanent taglist: @imagining-harrypotter @tripletstephaniescp @hoeforthefictional @moonshooter @steverogerswifesblog @yliumy @p0tterhead934 @asgardwinter @demonpoxballad @nagygreta @libbymouse @squished-insect @mayasreadingnook @thecraziestcrayon

Natasha Romanoff taglist: @marvel-mcu-3000 @claudiaatje @melancholybaby @rqmanoff @erynnnn @didujustcallmedumb @buckysmetalarmholder @princesspogue @striving4averagegirl

[gaytedlasso]

Losing love is like a window in your heart

Everybody sees you’re blown apart

Everybody sees the wind blow

Graceland - Paul Simon

~

Dean's heart burns in front of him. Leaving the hollow shell of what was. or could have been, if he'd shared it with Cas.

For Liv carrotfricker's 500 celebration - void/grief

[madameolympemaxime]

name aesthetics - liv - @queeenpersephone

pearls

aesthetically pleasing lipsticks

sending love letters

beach days

[goldenroutledge]

List D, #19 with JJ☺️💕💕

dates with jj

a/n: so i combined this with another request, the prompts are bolded. i made this into a headcanon because i wasn’t sure how to use the prompts otherwise. i hope u enjoy!

jj maybank masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

jj is an outdoorsman, so lots of adventures

i don’t feel like he grew up adventuring all the time on purpose though

when everything at his house was getting to be overwhelming he liked to go outside

you cannot convince me this boy didn’t run away several times in his childhood

because the outdoors was more of a home than he was provided

but i’m not here for sad shit let me get back to the point

jj knew of the best coves in the obx

rixon’s cove came to be a pogue spot because he found it first

and never let any of you forget it

“a day at rixon’s sounds nice. i could never get tired of it there.” kiara would tell you all, followed by jj chiming in

“you’re welcome”

you’d only roll your eyes knowing rixon’s cove wasn’t the only one on jj’s list

he’d discovered many others

but kept them a secret from the pogues because they were extra special to him

so rixon’s was special enough to share with his closest friends

but the other coves were special enough to share with you, and only you

it definitely did not bring tears to your eyes when he told you he’d never brought anyone there before

the cove had a far better view of the beach than rixon’s did, which made you want to share it with everyone

it was so beautiful

but jj was right, it was just for the two of you

plus if he had anything planned, he couldn’t risk the pogues showing up and crashing it

they were skeptical of this mystery place you two would run off to at times

questioning you as soon as you stepped over the threshold of the chateau’s front door

“where did y’all go?” john b inquired, hoping he was nonchalant about it

“on a date..?” jj answered, confused.

“no shit, sherlock.” john b retorted. “where did you go on a date?”

his eyes moved between both you and jj for an answer, but you tried to play it cool

“oh. we went to the beach.”

jj smiled to himself, knowing that the cove had become close to your heart as well, a place that you wouldn’t dare speaking about with anyone but him

and now it wasn’t just his special place, it was yours. together.

lunch dates at the wreck

an obvious place to go because kie could hook you guys up with some free food

she wouldn’t even have to ask your orders, already knowing what you like

jj would be leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping mindlessly on the wooden table

you dipped a french fry in ketchup from the basket kiara brought out as an appetizer

you were fed up with the pair of eyes across from you, who were obviously staring back

causing you to glance up in a double take

jj wore a slight smirk on his face as he appeared to be spacing out

all of a sudden you felt silly, your cheeks heating up as he was just watching you eat some fries

your heart beat a little faster in your chest too

his stare never failed to do things to you

“why do you have to look at me like that? it’s making me weak, please stop.”

he chuckled, noticing your eyes darting everywhere but his

“can’t help myself, sweetheart. you’re just too beautiful.”

“sitting here stuffing my mouth with french fries?” you queried, looking at him like he was crazy

“especially sitting here and stuffing your mouth with french fries.” jj affirmed. “would it be weird to say i could watch you all day long and never get tired of it?”

“a little bit, babe.” you replied, thumb and index finger mimicking a small amount.” just a little bit.”

stargazing in john b’s hammock

jb always complained about you two hogging it

but he thought it was cute when you two fell asleep in each other’s arms

sometimes he’d take a blanket out there and lay it on top of you both

but if you ask him, it was a ghost who did it

sometimes nights in were underrated though

it was necessary to play it safe sometimes because of the weather, you didn’t wanna get rained out of a date outside

anyway, one particular night the thunder was keeping you up

so you unraveled yourself from jj’s arms and tiptoed to your kitchen, turning on the light above your sink

you squinted, opening the fridge and taking out a box of chocolate covered strawberries your mom had ordered

sorry mom

and lifted yourself up on the counter, legs dangling off as you started snacking on them

you paused your chewing for a second as you swore you heard footsteps

until your suspicions were confirmed and jj moped over to you, hands resting on your thighs

“why’d you leave?” he muttered, his voice still coated with sleep

“i couldn’t sleep. do you want some strawberries?”

he smiled lazily, rubbing his tired eyes. “sure.”

the two of you talked for what felt like forever, letting the time slip you by as you made your way through mom’s box of strawberries

the lecture would be worth it though

you ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled, admiring his features with heavy eyes

and somewhere along the way, they got stuck on his lips, blanking out as the words rolled off his tongue

he paused, causing your eyes to snap back to his

“are you even listening?”

“mhm.”

“y’know, if you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, i will take you right here on this counter.” he whispered against your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you murmured. “i just thought it might be rude to interrupt.” you tilted his head with your hand, pressing your lips to his.

“you can interrupt me anytime, baby.” he mumbled in between kisses, squeezing your hip.

you smiled, because jj would never let anyone else interrupt him. ever.

but you could. and from here on out, you just might ;)

a/n: AHHH S2 is approaching so quickly. but i’m trying to savor the next two weeks before the entire fanon world in my head is washed away

taglist: @ilovejjmaybank @missevi @nxsmss @cameronsrafe @msgorillagripcoochie @bibliophilewednesday @tovvaa @rudybarnes @annab-nana @babeyglo @sunsetholland @moniamaybank @outerbankspreferences @laneybobeczko-g @jjpouggues @j-j-may-bank @heartdose @eifhames @outerbankies @amourtentiaa @k-roleplay20 @mildkleptomaniac

[ridestomars]

🦋 summer camp counselors w steve 💓💓🤍💓💓

🦋 ─ STEVE'S SUMMER CAMP MIXTAPE.

(sittin' on) the dock of the bay by otis reading. when i think of you by janet jackson. hot summer nights by miami sound machine. in your eyes by peter gabriel. heatwave by martha reeves and the vandellas.

💭 liv’s thoughts: hi, mav! i'm so in love with all of your asks and i promise to answer them soon! but i just had to do this one first <3 sorry abt the pics quality!! btw, this was my 100th playlist on spotify lol

── wanna be part of my 500 followers celebration? come party with me!

[malnatihq]

                                     WELCOME TO MI(a)MI !!

among the guests at the malnati: chicago, moira has something very special that she’s been dying to share with everyone !! moira has officially signed with island records && everyone here at the malnati could not be more excited for her !! with this celebration, the malnati and island records have collaborated to bring you the most legendary signing party of all time that everyone, staff or guest, from the malnati: chicago has been invited to !! but where is this happening you may ask ?? none other than miami, baby !! you’ll enjoy a free trip to the malnati: miami on friday morning to kick off the beginning of an epic weekend in the nightlife capital !! at the malnati’s warehouse && club space, island records has spared no expense to throw mimi the biggest welcome bash that we all know she deserves !! you’ll walk the hot pink carpet to the entrance of the blacklight venue, and you’ll find yourself having plenty of options when it comes to fun throughout the night !! sway your hips all night on the dance floor, dazzle the crowd on the roller rink, blow off some steam playing laser tag, throw back a couple of moira martinis && sanchez sangrias at the open bar, and get your fill from the food trucks in the lot - but don’t get too distracted that you miss out on mimi’s legendary live performance !! and to make sure you’re showing up looking your best, head down to the malnati: miami’s ballroom where you’ll find a drybar sponsored ‘get lit’ station complete with hair stylists, makeup artists && nail techs !! moira expects everyone to be decked out in glitter and neon body paint under the lights !! and instead of a guestbook, leave any words of encouragement && well wishes for moira on the walls of the venue with glow in the dark paint !! and of course, before you go, don’t forget to pick up a swag bag filled with glow sticks, necklaces, wireless earbuds from island records, and an instax camera to remember the night with !! you’ll be able to enjoy the luxuries of the malnati: miami all weekend as well as everything that miami and island records have to offer, so go crazy, go stupid !! this is your chance to be free as can be, and celebrate the newly signed artist that is: mimi !!

this event is brought to you by the one and only jay @moirasvnchez​

                               EXTENDED INFORMATION:

WELCOME 2 MI(a)MI WEEKEND:

you’ll be arriving in miami on friday ( 9/18/ 2020 ) morning and will be departing monday afternoon ( 9/21/2020 ), so there will be plenty of time to explore the city and enjoy the killer party !! during any downtime, the malnati: miami is a pretty unique location for the hotel !! it’s got an indoor water park that all guests are able to enjoy, chic beach cabanas on their waterfront property that you can rent, a five star surf && turf restaurant ( which actually has some incredible vegan options as well ), and a one of the seven deadly sins being represented on each few floors of the hotel !! if you’re interested in miami, take an uber from the hotel to explore the everglades, countless beaches, vizcaya museum and mansion, little havana, and anymore of the miami nightlight experience !!

and here: have a pinterest board for the vibes

AND on the night of the party, don’t forget to post what you’ll be wearing to be entered into a raffle to win an additional 25 points !!

QUIZ TO TAKE:

while this event is happening in real time, and this is not an au, there is still an element that we need your help deciding for you muses !! as noted, each few floors of the malnati represents a different deadly sin, and for this event, we’ve found a quiz for you to take for your muse(s) to help figure out which floor they will be staying on !! the quiz will be linked below, and please message the main of your muse’s results so that we can assign them a hotel floor && room !!

here is the link to a shorter seven deadly sin quiz / here is the link to a longer seven deadly sin quiz ( either will be just fine but it’s your preference as to which one to take! )

where: this event is going to be held on the dash and you can write starters pertaining to anything whenever you’d like !! there will be a discord event that’ll be on friday, sept 18th starting at 6 pm EST. please post any open starters, text messages, snapchats, etc. in the starter tag ( malnatistarters ) !!

when: friday september 18th until monday september 21st !! this is a weekend long event irl and in rp time !!

discord event: FRI 9/18 @ 6 pm EST : SIGNING PARTY !! : this event will take place on a separate discord server that we will be sending out the link to starting at 5:30 pm EST for those who would like to join !! all muses are invited to enjoy a party at the malnati warehouse to celebrate moira’s signing to island records !! there will be a live DJ playing a set all night - pausing only for moira’s live performance - fully stocked bar, roller rink to skate around, laser tag to compete against each other, food trucks in the lots, and a drybar sponsored ‘get lit’ station to get all glammed up before the night starts !!

muses can post the outfits that they plan on wearing to the signing party to enter into a raffle to win an additional 25 points ( tag malnatism ) !!

ooc: threads can be posted starting at midnight EST thursday into friday and we will end them on 11:59 pm EST on sept 21st. event threads can be continued to finish them up after the 21st, but no new threads should be started. as always, you can do non-event threads during the weekend if you would like !! and you never have to participate in events or any au weeks that we do in the future ( not that this is an au but alksdjf ) if you would prefer not to !!

etc: anything related to the event such as social media posts, ootd, playlists, moodboards can be posted !! if you want to further your plots and character development, this will be the time to do so !! if anyone has any q’s, please direct them our way !!

SUITES:

first floor ( 100s ) : sloth

suite 101: @maxwellsilverhxmmer & @flowerboy-jon

suite 102: @ryderxmms & @masoncdavis

suite 103: @marlsbuck & @sp3ncer-jean

second floor ( 200s ): greed

suite 201: @hay--emery​ & @luckyarizona

third floor ( 300s ): envy

suite 301: @d-ntes & @gixelleism

suite 302: @ambersking & @dvncansanddrcgons

suite 303: @sam--gray

fourth floor ( 400s ): pride

suite 401: @magnoliabarnes & @elisotelo

suite 402: @bennettbarnes & @brin-taylor

suite 403: @malxlawson

fifth floor ( 500s ): gluttony

suite 501: @aurorxbanks

sixth floor ( 600s ): lust

suite 601: @librarianboy-eddie & @r-bygrxxves

suite 602: @gcldenhxurs & @moirasvnchez

suite 603: @pleadforme-montgomery & @ftcassia

suite 604: @jceys & @liv-brooks

suite 605: @luiscivious

seventh floor ( 700s ): wrath

suite 701: @vet-anthony & @prxst-n

suite 702: @nicoletterogers & @ofolive

suite 703: @brcnnvnblvc04: & @shawnwhitley​

suite 704 @technicalproblems-boudreaux​

[rentsturner]

Grump | Mark Renton

I would like to request a oneshot with Rents 💙 with the 10 and 11 fluff prompts 😊 Congratulations on 500 followers! 🤗 / @arianalilyblack 10 - cuddling in bed on a rainy day, 11 - sharing the same headphones

wc: 1.3k

Author’s note: I haven’t written in ages so idk what this is gonna be like but i did love writing it; i missed writing for rents and its pretty fluffy

Warnings: Mark Renton x gn!reader, liv attempting to write soppy shit. Oasis (lyrics in italics). British weather.

Typical British weather. That specific type of rain, a drizzle that wasn’t heavy enough to feel too wet, but standing in it for over two minutes would leave you soaked through. This effect was worsened, of course, by the wind, which chilled you to the bones in seconds. Yes. Typical British weather, a constant drip-drop against the windows.

There had been a mutual decision between you and Mark to stay inside that morning, sheltered from the rain in the relative warmth of your tiny rented apartment. It was bare, no furnishings except for a small sofa and TV, a few vinyls and Renton’s treasured turntable, an old bed frame with a worn mattress than you had managed to put together on another rainy day similar to this one. It wasn’t much, that was for sure, but it had been home for the past few months. The small TV propped up in the corner was buzzing away, showing some old rerun of Top Of The Pops that was boring the fuck out of you.

Mark snatched the remote up from the bed with a huff and turned the tv off.

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. He usually didn’t mind Top Of The Pops, occasionally humming along to the songs. But not today, apparently.

“Grump.”

He laughed at your insult, throwing the remote off the end of the bed, and stretching his bare arms up to rest behind his head. He was shirtless - this wasn’t unusual. Mark’s favourite outfit was just his boxers when it was just you and him in the apartment.

“Fucking annoying me, wasn’t it?”

You smiled. “Like I said. Grump.”

He sighed again, corners of his mouth lifting up in a small smirk.

“Doesn’t matter if I’m a grump. You’ll love me anyway.”

He had a point, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Renton leaned over and picked up his battered but trusty old Walkman, which was lying on the floor from last night. Sometimes he put some music on to help him sleep, some Lou Reed or New Order maybe, just quietly so the constant rhythm would settle him down. You didn’t complain - he had good taste and there wasn’t one song on his favourite mixtape that you disliked.

He untangled the headphones carefully, as careful as he was with all his music paraphernalia. He treasured it, more than anything else than he owned, that was for sure. It seemed like a ritual to Mark, when you watched him put the tape it and turn it on. The same with the record player - carefully holding the vinyl, setting it gently onto the turntable, dropping the needle just right so it was a smooth introduction into the sound, adjusting the speed if he needed to. All practiced movements, something to focus all his attention on.

He offered you one earbud with a steady hand. “Come on, close your eyes. Trust me.”

Of course you trusted him. He was the only thing that really mattered to you at this point. You and Mark Renton against the fucking world. That had been your life for the last few years, hopping between rented rooms and apartments, ever since you had both ran away from home - you on a whim to get out of your small hometown and find adventure, Mark in a desperate attempt to escape the clutches of one Francis Begbie after a ‘business deal gone wrong’. Or so he’d told you. It was obvious there was more to the story than that, but if Mark didn’t want to tell you then that was his choice. The past was in the past, and you were both happy to leave it there.

So you took the earbud, making sure it fitted comfortably, then lay down next to Mark. He rolled over so that he was leaning on his elbow, swinging his leg over and hooking it over your knee so he could pull you closer, your face now only centimetres from his. You could count every eyelash framing those beautiful blue eyes, every freckle dotted on his smooth skin.

You reached out your hand to stroke it over his cropped hair, the strands feeling spiky as you moved one way over them, soft and fuzzy as you moved back. But Mark grabbed your hand gently, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing a kiss to them. It was soft, softer than the fluffy tufts of hair at the base of his neck, softer than the pale skin in the crook of his elbow.

“Close your fucking eyes,” he whispered, smiling, his eyes bright, twinkling.

You did. The opening melody of a song started playing through the headphones, acoustic and slow, immediately familiar and comforting.

Sitting on my own, chewing on a bone, a thousand million miles from home

The lyrics alone stirred up so many emotions in you, a longing, mourning almost for time that you had lost, a nostalgia for years gone by. But it also made you happy, optimistic for your future, grateful that you had Mark to share it with.

You felt a light touch on your hand, so gentle that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you’d had your eyes open. But then Mark’s fingers fumbled with yours, noticeably shakier than earlier, and you curled your hand around his, letting him hold you, feel you.

I wanna talk tonight, until the morning light

You felt Mark’s gaze on you, a sixth sense. Blinking, your eyes adjusted quickly to the light and you took in Mark’s face. You were right, he was focused on you (little shit, making you close your eyes but not doing it himself). But his eyes were a little bleary, glistening as if there were unshed tears waiting there.

about how you saved my life

He squeezed your hand at the end of the line. It was purposeful, the look in his eyes making you think that it wasn’t coincidental that he’d chosen that moment.

You couldn’t always tell what Mark was thinking. Sometimes he’d be sat right next to you, but his mind was back in the past, deliberating over moments and decisions that were privy only to him. You never pried, just waited, because you were sure that one day he’d let you in.

And today, you could see exactly what he was thinking. The grip of his hand tight on yours, the intensity of his gaze and the love in those blue eyes, love that Mark rarely showed so blatantly, so vulnerably. He was saying thank you.

“Rents..” you started to speak, but his finger was on your lips before you could finish, urging you not to speak. The music was still playing but you weren’t listening, all your attention now on Mark.

His lips moved slowly. No sound came from him, but you could make out the words just fine. Those three words that had only been ever said jokingly between the two of you, but you had wished for them to mean more, those three words that you had hoped for, but never expected. A warmth blossomed in your chest, ten times stronger than the effect of an Oasis song, because you knew that this time, Mark meant it. He meant it, and that was all that mattered.

Mirroring his earlier movement, you hooked your leg behind his and used it to pull yourself in closer to his body, so your chests were pressed against each other, the light smattering of his auburn chest hair ticklish on your skin. You could feel his pounding heart faintly against your skin, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks when he blinked.

Squeezing Mark’s hand as tightly as you could, in reassurance to him or to steady yourself, you weren’t sure, and whispered softly against his lips.

“I love you too, grump.”

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