the-steaming-cup-of-tea

make you feel my love

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by MissLii

Liam’s sore all over, but his back is where it hurts the worst.

Luckily it was him who got hurt and not Louis. Liam would’ve hated to be the one who caused Louis any pain, except for a pinch here and there. It would have been this fault this time, since he was the one who tumbled them both over.

Also, Louis tends to be a bit cranky when he’s ill or injured, so that’s two things in the good collum. At least until he’s cuddled, and given no less than two cups of steaming tea. Then he reminds Liam of a hedgehog more than anything, sweet and soft inside but a bit prickly on the outside.

It still annoying that he gets these twinges in his back when he moves. Bloody painful too.

“Zayn,” Liam mumbles, curling close to Zayn’s side. The car hits a pothole, and Liam bites his lip to stop himself from outright whimpering. “Get me my bed, please.”

Zayn strokes his hand through Liam’s hair, humming softly. “Not long until we’re there, babe.”

Or: Zayn gives Liam a massage.

Words: 3729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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A ℒove That Could Have Been

Tap, tap, tap!

Only three quick knocks on Asch’s door and already her heart was pounding. She had visited him only once since he had returned with her to Baticul but that had been with Guy at her side. This time, she was alone, Guy having been dragged off for some stupid scheme of Luke’s. 

She held a small ornate tray in her hand, a small plate of food and a cup of steaming tea resting in the middle. 

‘I hope he answers soon.. I don’t want anyone to notice me..’

Without a hand to help tug at the hood of her blue silk cloak she prayed the wind didn’t pull the cover from her face. The last thing she needed was for Asch to be discovered before he was ready. If that were the case, he would never forgive her. 

One more knock and then she heard it. The sound of someone walking closer, their boots slapping the wooden floor. The Princess braced herself and sucked in a sharp breath, ready and prepared to see Asch again. 

Her heart jumped when the door cracked open.

There he was. Just as she remembered. Those piercing green eyes stared at her and she found her cheeks heating up. 

“I.. brought you some dinner.. can I come in..?”

Please.

Like Heaven To Touch

“One more.” She whispered as he had already turned to go back to work. Her fingers quickly wrapped around his wrist, her feet moving on their own, stopping in front of him. Getting on her toes she quickly pecked at his lips, her palms resting on his shoulders. It was short and sweet and although she wanted to ask for another one she had to restrain herself. “You’re busy right?” She then softly muttered, as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes traveling to the tea table that had turned into his desk like it usually would whenever he’d suddenly get a message. She noticed the steaming hot cup of tea next to the laptop and since he had his shoes on he must have arrived little before she did. Looking back at her husband she stopped biting her bottom lip and then stole a kiss.

“You should finish up quickly and then relax a little.” She said, taking off her coat and then going back to the hallway to hang it there. She was there to remind him he needed to rest too and she loved the way they’d do it together often. It made her feel confident whenever he’d sit next to her and allowed himself to not think of work. It was nice to know she didn’t cause him stress but took it away. “So what would my hubby like for dinner?” She then asked smiling. She wanted to joke about her not being on the menu, but she’d keep the inappropriate comments to herself for now. Glancing over at him she unconsciously swayed her hips lightly.

I wonder if I’ll ever catch him not looking this handsome. Aishh, get yourself together, Tifa

⌘ ⊰  gxscoigne​​ ⊱ ⌘ 

█ ▌♞ ┈┈ Noticing his partner’s despondency, Hayes gave
                    a soft whine as he nuzzled into Gascoigne’s shoulder.
                    He had slid into his side of the bed shortly after returning
                    home, but not before placing a steaming cup of tea on
                    the bedroom dresser for elder. All out of guilt, maybe; his
                    inconsistent show of affection had been cause of their
                    growing distance, new change in work shifts being the
                    solitary culprit of such. A cautious hand snaked beneath
                    arm so much larger, and with a soft pull towards him, 
                    Hayes turned Gaz onto his back. Gentle kisses were
                    peppered across cheeks before settling finally on lips,
                    hand finding its place tangling long fingers in graying locks.
                    

Visit From The Blue || Doc & Neal

Neal was no stranger to headaches - often he felt them at the end of the day, when the noise of the station and the resulting effort of trying to filter through what was important and what was not finally got to him. Usually he just took a couple of ibuprofen and did paperwork in his office, a cup of steaming peppermint tea on his desk, and that was enough to be manageable. For the past two weeks, though, the headaches had followed him home, something he usually didn’t have to deal with. It drove him nuts and kept him miserable, and today, on his afternoon off, he had decided to do something about it.

Neal was picky about many things - food, movies (sometimes), and friends, many of them irrational, but his choice in doctors was always quite deliberate. Single-sided hearing was not the most easily understood thing in the universe - his own attempts at research had always felt woefully incomplete, and sometimes it seemed that physicians had no idea what they were talking about. Back in Boston, Neal had seen an audiologist periodically, but there wasn’t anyone specialized enough in Ashkent Creek, at least that he knew of.

Finding a doctor he both liked and trusted, then, had been a nightmare. Maybe Neal himself had made the process more complicated than it needed to be, but eventually, he had found himself at clinic of Doctor Charles Williamson. It hadn’t been what he expected, but Neal liked both the man, finding him someone who actually cared about his patients, something the captain respected greatly even if he hadn’t actually spoken to him on anything resembling a personal level.

And so it was that he found himself in the waiting area now. Neal had never liked waiting rooms, finding waiting itself to be an inefficient use of time. He hadn’t brought anything with him, though, having come straight from work, and he merely sat back and tried to relax, anything to clear his mind from the throbbing pain that preoccupied him. Only one other person was in there now, a woman who kept scratching behind her ears. Neal couldn’t help but think of how dogs did much the same thing. He hoped it wasn’t contagious, whatever it was.

His phone buzzed in his pocket - his work phone (aka the only one that ever went off). Technically off-duty, Neal left routine matters to everyone else down at the station, but he made sure to check every notification he received, just in case they were something that needed his immediate attention (even though those notifications were different from the normal ones. Better safe than sorry right?). This one was just one of the officers informing him that the paperwork Neal requested was now waiting in his mailbox for tomorrow morning.

Smiling slightly, Neal leaned back and closed his eyes. He wished he had some paperwork to work on right now. Dotting his i’s and crossing his t’s was both figuratively and physically pleasing, and Neal found comfort when he could put a case aside knowing that everything had been done according to code and protocol. The text only reassured him, then, even if it did nothing for his headache (migraine? he wondered. That seemed like a melodramatic diagnosis to impose on himself), and he found himself looking over at the woman in the waiting area. She seemed twitchy and nervous, and Neal almost wanted to tell her that even if she felt anxiety deeply in herself, it did good to keep a different public face - he had learned that a long time ago.

“Mr. Maynard? You can come back now.”

Looking up, Neal nodded. “Thank you, ma’am.” He gathered his coat in his arms and followed her to the back. One thing he remembered from his childhood was the walk back to the examination rooms - even though he had lost his hearing as an infant, his single-sided deafness hadn’t been diagnosed properly until he was eleven years old. Up until the school-administered hearing exam, he had just assumed everyone was like him. After that precipitant test, though, he had had to endure a series of visits to specialists while his well-meaning parents tried to figure out if they could do anything. Neal remembered being baffled - it had never seemed like a big deal to him, and he was never able to imagine what it was like anyway, at least not at that young age, to possess fully directional hearing. He remembered coloring while waiting in the rooms, being calm and detached while his parents flanked him on either side, his mother checking to see if Neal was okay every five minutes and his father impatiently and nervously tapping his feet against the floor.

Those days were long gone, though, and now, when Neal went to see the doctor, it was alone. And so it was he waited for Doctor Williamson today, unconsciously moving his feet against the floor as his father did. Neal looked up when the door opened, a smile briefly flitting across his weary features.

“Afternoon, doctor. Sorry to schedule this on such short notice, but…” Neal then reached up to rub at the back of his head. He didn’t like having to start conversations.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable,” Esbern says. “I’ll pour you some tea.” 

Karkat looks offended and slightly confused. “Do we really have time for-” 

“At the end of all things, we might as well save time for what we enjoy.” 

He hands you and Karkat each a cup of steaming liquid. You’ve had tea a couple of times, but it’s completely foreign to Karkat. He gives it a concerned sniff, and doesn’t drink until you take a sip. Bleh, it’s even more bitter than you remember, but it would be rude to not drink something so rare. 

“So…” Esbern sits across from the two of you with his own mug. “Delphine has kept up the fight, eh? Even after all this time. I’ve been telling her it was hopeless, you know. I told all of them years ago. But it’s hopeless. Alduin has returned, and no one but a dragonborn can stop him. And we all know there hasn’t been a dragonborn in centuries.” He begins to take a long drought of tea.

“I’m dragonborn, though,” you say.

Esbern’s eyes go wide and he gags a bit. He coughs and smacks his chest a few times. “What?”

“Yeah.” You rub the back of your head. “I’m dragonborn.”

Esbern smiles. “Perhaps not all has been lost, then. Let’s finish our tea, and then bring me to Delphine. We have much work to do.”

To see your smile through the rising steam
of a cup of tea—earl gray;
‘Stead of through the haze of a memory
or the smoked glass of a dream.

Nobody deserves to be without friends
to talk to, or just listen;
And I still meant every word that I said—
I hear it’s been warm in hell.

I don’t make friends or promises lightly
eternal I’m there for them;
If there’s anything left in the dark
just a glimmer, a dim spark
Send a little birdy back to me—
late is better than never.

Camden gothic
  • It’s only April. So why are you so cold?
  • Sometimes you just have to get out. You drive into the darkness. You don’t know where you are going, but it feels like coming home.
  • You pass an old woman sitting by herself on her veranda. There are 2 steaming cups of tea on the table next to her. A few hours later, you pass her again. The tea is still steaming. She is still alone. She is always alone.
  • Every night you hear the sound of a dog dying. The same time, every night. You know it’s the same dog.
  • You look out the window, waiting for your friend to return. The hours tick by and the sky grows dark. The moon rises. Who were you waiting for?
  • The fog creeps in at dusk. By midnight, the entire valley is filled. When it finally retreats under the rays of the sun, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. You do not ask why. You do not go out at night.
  • You know your time on this land is borrowed, and the hills wait patiently for their return.
  • When the wind is in the east, you can smell the cows. When the wind is in the north, you can smell the sheep. When the wind is in the west, you can smell the chickens. When the wind is in the south, you lock your doors and windows and pull the blinds.
  • You see a man standing in the middle of a field. You know what he is doing. You drive on, a little faster now.
  • Enterprising developers from the city start razing the forest and flattening the hills in an effort to grow the suburbs. Almost the next day, the locals put their houses up for sale. They know better than to stay and face the consequences.
  • You don’t remember having an Autumn this year. You don’t remember Summer either. Has it ever not been winter?
  • You pass the dairy. There is never anyone there. The cows milk themselves now.
  • The days are getting shorter. So are the weeks. People talk of the angle of the Earth and the Sun, but you know better. Time is running out.

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne
Characters: Zayn Malik, Liam Payne
Additional Tags: Take Me Home Tour, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Porn with Feelings, Massage, Frottage, Blow Jobs
Summary:

Liam’s sore all over, but his back is where it hurts the worst.

Luckily it was him who got hurt and not Louis. Liam would’ve hated to be the one who caused Louis any pain, except for a pinch here and there. It would have been his fault this time, since he was the one who tumbled them both over.

Also, Louis tends to be a bit cranky when he’s ill or injured, so that’s two things in the good collum. At least until he’s cuddled, and given no less than two cups of steaming tea. Then he reminds Liam of a hedgehog more than anything, sweet and soft inside but a bit prickly on the outside.

It still annoying that he gets these twinges in his back when he moves. Bloody painful too.

“Zayn,” Liam mumbles, curling close to Zayn’s side. The car hits a pothole, and Liam bites his lip to stop himself from outright whimpering. “Get me my bed, please.”Zayn strokes his hand through Liam’s hair, humming softly. “Not long until we’re there, babe.”

Or: Zayn gives Liam a massage.

Written for this Drabble Meme, but it got a bit too long to be counted as a drabble..

Para 6

Rowan sat on the porch wrapped in a shawl with a cup of steaming tea in her hand. She had awoken only a few minutes before, and already her thoughts were on Dani.

She wasn’t sure that she liked the growing attachment she was feeling. It felt uncomfortable, and it distracted her from her work, but she had never been one to deny her feelings. She would pursue Dani, even though the logic that reigned her mind would protest most of the way.

She stared at her phone on the stone railing of the porch. Its black body rested between two segments of green vine that twined around the stone. She usually didn’t carry it around so much, but now she felt like she was always waiting for a message from Dani. 

After a long, thoughtful few minutes, she placed her hot tea down on the porch beside her rocking chair and picked up the phone. She usually waited for Dani to text first, but this time, she was going to take the initiative. Though she was not an adept socializer by any means, she was not going to let a chance with the redhead be passed up.

They had been talking a great deal, and had gone on several dates, and Rowan now found that most of her time was spent either thinking about Dani, or being with Dani. She wanted this. She wanted her.

She sent Dani a quick message: How do you feel about coming over today? We can talk. I’ll make you dinner. I want to see you.

extrajordanary asked:

a something for kate record, a lovingly battered old edition of north & south, a steaming early grey in a pretty tea cup, a budgerigar and a dragonfly ♥

omg this is wonderful 💕💕💕

kxgitsunemaru asked:

“I will return when the time is right.” (//laughs because rare swords)

Munechika managed a bare smile, remaining calm in the rapidly darkening room. Dusk was falling, he could hear the sound of horses being readied, the movements of servants lighting up the lanterns and candles that kept the citadel bright. Munechika had already lost track of time, it has been years upon years, decades - centuries and time passes differently when one has lived for so long.

       –『月』“Will you now?”

An aristocratic brow quirking upwards in almost amusement. Shall I wait for you? His eyes queried, hands languidly pouring two cups of steaming tea from a clay pot.

hardasstaichou

        With paperwork completed, stacked neatly and well organized, the woman decided that she’d take a well needed break with a steaming cup of tea. Hitsugaya was probably training, Rangiku didn’t bother keeping tabs on him since she could find him if she truly wanted to but it was great to have some alone time. Stretching her arms over her head, a flash of white caught her attention and she realized she had company; unwanted company no less.     

               “…….He’s not here.”

[10/79, Xenophilius’ home]

[Setting down her quill, she exhales a sigh and stands, needing a distraction. Xenophilius is hard at work, doing something or other. Gabby had tried to turn her brain on for work, but something is bothering her and she finds it difficult to get so much as a single word onto her scroll. After puttering around in the kitchen for a few moments, she re-enters their work space and puts a cup and saucer, full of steaming tea, in front of the papers her editor is looking over.] So, something funny happened.