#so please accept this offering

[stargazer-dreamer]

Cracking Visions

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral. grim reaper

content warnings: nightmares. locking yourself into the relationship you created

notes: also on ao3. 400+ word count. set within the world of dedicated life (read that first). early days aboard bebop

When he slammed the door shut on his old life, violently, and started anew, you were right there behind him. His shadow. His anchor. You followed him through the rain until he was able to rest his feet for a bit.

In a large fishing vessel, too big and too cramped, in the blanket of the night, he shot up in bed and grabbed the gun from beneath the pillow.

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He emptied an entire magazine into the dark. He would not be able to reload for quite the while. And he hates small fry—would rather feel the thrill of the bigger hunts—but those would have to do if he were to go in with no bullets; casings littering the bedsheets as he gasped, wildly. Dry-heaving and choking on nothing, breathing and stuttering, heart beating through his chest, ringing in his ears, inconsolable, as he tried, desperately, to find purchase.

That’s when you reached for him. Grabbing his elbow, he startled, panicked, and leveled the gun between your eyes. He looked through you. Quickly, he realized who was touching him. He leaned into it, heavily, until you fully supported his weight as he shook and stammered.

Of course, you were not able to interact with his physical form in a way that mattered—so what really happened was his body passed right through you, collapsing onto the mattress where it grew quieter. His essence clung to you in your arms.

You knew Spike had nightmares. You’ve watched him shake and scream in his sleep countless of times, but you’ve never once tried to comfort him. You didn’t think you could. You’ve never tried. You regretted all those decisions as you held him tighter, unsure of what to do.

You wondered how this was possible. You didn’t know much about the workings of the human body—not anymore anyway, you supposed. His heart didn’t give out, right? His body was still breathing. Did this have something to do with the brain? Was this something else entirely? Some external factor, something to do with his lost story and your mere constant presence by his side? You were unsure—but pondered on these thoughts only briefly. It didn’t really matter how it had happened.

You held him. He held on to you. You held him. He held on to you. Your fingers found his hair, running through the curls until it seemed to calm him, if only just a little. He held on to you. You held him.

It took a long time before he was able to speak; swallowing around nothing as he tried to find the words. “Angel,” he was out of breath. “My angel.”

Against your better judgment—“I’m not an angel. You know this.”

He shook his head, almost furiously. Desperately. “You’re my angel. Watch over me, always.” A pause. And then, quiet, almost too hard to hear—“Please.”

You couldn’t refuse. Not when he asked it like that, bullet casings surrounding his body, warm still; tethered to this plane by whatever force allowed it to. It didn’t stop it’s movement completely—the chest a telling comfort—but you knew, soon, you would have to send him back.

For now though, you continued to hold him in your arms. Safe. Yours. You exhaled. “Okay,” you said. “Okay. I will.”

[theostrophywife]

Hiii!!! Can I ask for a fluffy and a little bit suggestive imagine with az where his mate neglects his kisses for a whole day or however long you want and just make him grovel for a bit ???

crave.

pairing: azriel x reader.

song inspiration: kisses by will joseph cook.

author’s note: baby boy azriel is back. please have some soft fluff to make up for the shadowsinger’s absence 💋

The first time it happened, Azriel chalked it up to coincidence.

You were so frazzled that morning, frantically running around shoving your salves and potions into your bag while simultaneously pulling your healer robes on that you’d rushed past your mate in a dark blur. The door creaked open as you muttered something about an early delivery of triplets.

“Forgetting something, love?”

Realization flooded your features as you whirled around to face your mate. “Of course!”

Azriel grinned as you marched back into the kitchen. He tilted his head up, fully prepared for his goodbye kiss until you reached over and grabbed his coffee mug instead. The shadowsinger watched in confusion as you downed the entire thing within seconds.

“Thanks, babe!”

As swift as the wind, you were out the door once more, leaving your very confused mate staring at his now empty drink.

The second time it happened, Azriel started to fret.

After a brief meeting with Rhys, he headed into the city to drop by your clinic. With the delivery of triplets, Azriel figured that you’d probably had a rough morning. A problem easily fixed with your favorite comfort food: chocolate chip cookies.

You smiled when the bell chimed to announce your mate’s arrival. The grin on your face grew even wider when you caught a whiff of the sweet, sugary aroma of your favorite cookies from the bakery down the street.

The shadowsinger smiled, setting the brown paper bag down on the counter. “How did the delivery go, my love?”

“I’m glad to report that all three babies are happy and healthy,” you replied, digging through the bag and getting your greedy hands on the soft, gooey cookie. “As happy as I am about the successful delivery, I’m absolutely drained. Not to mention starving. Thank you for bringing the cookies, Az.”

“Anything for my mate.”

You beamed, splitting the chocolate chip cookie in half. “Wanna share?”

Azriel nodded, chuckling as you fed him a chunk. He did the same, staring at you with a lovestruck expression as he wiped the crumbs off of your face. The shadowsinger brushed your bottom lip, leaning in to give you a proper kiss.

The two of you broke apart as a loud clang sounded from the back of the clinic. Madja hustled to the front, barely acknowledging Azriel with a nod before tugging at your elbow.

“They’re hanging upside down and crying from the ceiling,” the older healer said. “This is the last time I deliver a set of batlings. Triplets, nonetheless. Mother save us all.”

“Sorry, Az. Duty calls. I’ll see you at home, my love.”

You smiled apologetically, inching closer towards the shadowsinger before an ear splitting wail nearly punctured your ear drums. Even Azriel’s shadows shied behind his shoulders.

“Wish us luck.”

With that, you were gone. Leaving Azriel pouting as he departed the clinic as kissless as this morning.

The shadowsinger brooded as he counted down the hours until you were home. Lack of affection was seriously impairing his ability to work. It had been a few hours since he’d sat down in his office to sort through reports and yet he couldn’t remember a damned thing that he’d read.

Azriel perked up when his shadows alerted him of movement in the front yard. He immediately raced down the stairs, past the kitchen and living room, feeling as giddy as a school girl as he opened the door. Instead of finding his mate, Azriel found his friends standing at his doorstep. He sighed, recalling that tonight was game night.

Cassian chuckled. “Don’t you look ecstatic to see us, brother.”

Nesta peered behind her husband, determination woven into her sharp features as she lugged a chess set under one arm. “Where’s Y/N? Your mate owes me a rematch.”

Azriel sighed. “She’s not home yet. Her and Madja delivered triplets and they’ve had their hands full all day.”

Rhys raised a brow, resting an arm around Feyre’s shoulder. “So that’s why you’ve been wearing that kicked puppy look all day. What’s the matter, Az? Missing your mate?”

Feyre elbowed Rhys. “Don’t mind him. I think it’s sweet that you and Y/N never really left the honeymoon phase.”

"I doubt their neighbors would call their honeymoon phase sweet," Mor added with a chuckle. "Our lovely friends are heathens, but also sickeningly adorable."

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t walked in on them breeding like bunnies in the bathroom at Rita’s,” Amren said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Speak for yourself, Tiny Ancient One. You and Varian aren’t any better.”

Amren merely rolled her eyes at Cassian before marching into the living room. The rest followed suit, making themselves comfortable in Azriel’s home. Normally the shadowsinger loved hosting his friends, but all he really wanted tonight was to be alone with his mate.

Unfortunately for Azriel, it didn't look like his wish would be granted any time soon. The shadowsinger watched helplessly as his brothers ransacked the kitchen for wine. Cassian somehow managed to wrangle a tray full of cheese, meat, and crackers. Rhysand munched on the leftover cookies, frowning when crumbs spilled over the front of his doublet.

Azriel breathed a sigh of relief when his shadows alerted him of your presence. He shouldered past his friends, making a beeline for the door. The tension left his body the second he saw you climbing up the steps. Despite your busy day, you couldn't help but smile when you spotted your mate.

The shadowsinger looked a bit disheveled, his dark hair sweeping over those familiar hazel eyes. He had changed out of his leathers and into a baby blue sweater that you gifted to him last Winter Solstice paired with comfortable looking grey sweats that hung dangerously low, giving you a peek of the hard muscles and happy trail hidden underneath.

Gods, Azriel was beautiful.

"Hi, baby. How was your day?"

"Not as eventful as yours, love." Azriel cringed as the sounds of Casssian and Rhysand's hoots filtered though your home. "Our friends are here."

You chuckled. "You don't seem that excited about it."

"I was hoping to get you all to myself tonight."

"You get that every night, Az."

Azriel pouted. "Yes, but I missed you today."

You stood on your tiptoes, pulling him down by the front of his sweater. "Is that so?"

"Mhm," he hummed, placing a large hand on your hip. "You haven't kissed me all day. You owe me at least a hundred by now."

"A hundred?" you teased, smiling up at him. "Seems a little excessive, Az."

"I think it's only fair. I couldn't focus all day. I blame lack of kisses."

"Is that your professional diagnosis, shadowsinger?" Azriel nodded seriously, making you chuckle. "Well, in that case. C'mere, pretty boy."

Azriel's breath hitched as you brought him down to you, your noses brushing, lips firmly pressed against his cheek. You took his face into your hands and peppered kisses all over his face. Kissing his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, practically covering him in your signature red lipstick. Your mate beamed, relishing in your affection.

"For the grand finale," you teased, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip.

Your heart raced as you pressed your lips against his, giggling as Azriel brought you closer, circling his arms around your waist and lifting you up to his chest. He deepened the kiss, not caring that your friends were inside, not caring that your neighbors were milling about. All he knew what that there was nothing in this world that felt as good as your lips against his.

You smiled into the kiss, pecking his lips over and over again. Azriel grinned, his mood instantly brightening. "Only ninety nine more to go," he declared.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed the tip of his nose, leaving a bright red mark in your wake. "I'll give you infinite kisses, my love. Until you grow tired of me."

"I could never," Azriel replied, leaning in for a not so innocent kiss. "I crave you too much."

"I crave you too, Azriel. I always crave you." You sighed in satisfaction. "Do you think it would be awfully rude of me to ask our friends to leave?"

"Not at all," Azriel said, squeezing your bum. "Everyone! Out!"

You laughed as your friends filtered through the door. Nesta waved her chess set around, grumbling about your rematch. Cassian and Rhysand wore matching smirks while Feyre winked behind her shoulder. Mor shook her head, claiming a bottle of expensive wine as her payment. Amren took the bottle from the blonde and took a swig, completely unbothered.

You giggled, turning over to your mate. He was covered in red lipstick. As you tried to brush your marks away, Azriel caught your wrist.

"Don't. I like when you leave your mark on me. Shows everyone that I'm yours and yours alone."

"Oh?" You asked in a seductive voice, kissing right underneath his jawline. "Let me leave some more then, pretty boy."

"I won't say no to that, my love."

[juiche]

I recently binged Daredevil. And then binged it again ☺️

[redhotarsenic]

THE STORM IS ABOUT TO RAGE!!

(for the lovely @nowfallc)

[bisexualrapline]

100 days of kim seokjin (79/100)

[goodold-fashioned-killerqueen]

born to draw block people making out... force to draw houses....

[doctor-direst]

Hey you,

Yeah, you

Want a pinecone?

Bonus pinecone content:

[olibabart]

*douses myself in tea*

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Guy/Honey Headcanons

[These are in no particular order]

✩ Guy was 1000% a theater kid in high school and will still quote Shakespeare excerpts at random

✩ Honey hides their hoodies in the most obscure places and gets mad when Guy still somehow finds them

✩ They have used rock, paper, scissors to decide who's big spoon and who's little spoon on multiple occasions

✩ Honey likes over-ear headphones but Guy exclusively wears earbuds

✩ Guy dances when he's bored, even if there's no music, and calls it his idle emote

✩ Honey's love language is acts of service - Guy's is quality time (and rambling about whatever thought pops into his head)

✩ They have a set of matching mugs they got on their first anniversary

✩ Guy bites the inside of his cheeks

✩ Honey has a history of working manual labor jobs

✩ Guy spends at least 30 minutes doing his hair every morning even though he almost always wears a hat at work

✩ Forehead kisses are Honey's weakness

✩ Guy wants to grow a beard so bad, but it always comes in patchy

✩ They'll never admit it, but on the rare occurrence that Honey is apart from Guy overnight, they relisten to old voicemails and videos to hear his voice before they can fall asleep

✩ Guy loves Vocaloid - his favorite is Fukase

[partyswirl]

Lightbrush for Valentine’s Day!!

doodle sheet attack!!! they are so sillay

if u cant tell i miss lightbulb. a lot

[pearlcaddy]

pearlcaddy's 2023 follower celebration ♡ favorite jatp ship [in/sp]

jukebox + "liebeslied" (rainer maria rilke, trans. katarina peters) ↳ for @thedeathdeelers

[jaekaicx]

marcanne from my chemistry notes

[wanderingblindly]

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 12.4k words, oneshot)

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine. “Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.” “So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows. Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” Or: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

READ HERE!

Did I let a Christmas break up stop me from finishing this nonsense? NO! Did the power of George Michael power this entire thing? YES!

If you're in the market for some endearing, getting together style content, this is the fic for you! Featuring hits such as: romantic onions, the inherent romanticism of Christmas tree farms, getting glared at by old ladies in the bingo hall, and more!!!!

[boojangs]

TO DANCE WITH WOLVES, CHAPTER 30:

TWO FOR TRIPPING (INTO LOVE): CHAPTER 7

[musical-chick-13]

Jaime/Cersei + Text Posts

[pelipper]

Me getting ready for another fun round of nightblogging.