As teenagers we have all struggled with falling asleep at one point or another. Our sleeping patterns are always out of control and we constantly feel tired. Hopefully a few tips from myself will help you keep that fatigue under control!
This is based on a prompt that went through shittycarryonaus at some point I think? And people were saying they wanted to see it done but as far as I can tell nobody ever wrote it. AU where there is only one bed.
it was never really fine, Baz hated
me from the moment we met, and now I was expected to spend the next eight years
sharing a bed with him. Turns out there was a downside to having the biggest
room in Mummers House, since it wasn’t originally supposed to be for students
and apparently no-one had thought to bring in two separate beds, and no matter
how much I bugged the Mage, it never seemed to get done. Eventually I just
It was fine in first year. We were eleven years old and it was a huge double
bed. We’d curl up on opposite sides with our backs to each other, pretending
the other one wasn’t there. Once we stopped fighting over it and Baz stopped
trying to intimidate me into sleeping on the floor, it was easy enough to get
used to it.
Summary: All these years together, and you had to fall in love before he goes.
A/N: Real life is taking away the best of me. So I needed to write, even though my brain doesn’t let me. Have fun with this little story. I also recommend you guys to listen to this before or while reading it for a major effect.
A special thanks to Jade (@brighterlights ) for being my beta reader, who has spent a valuable amount of time helping me with my grammar mistakes and poor phrasing. Thank you so much for being this awesome and kind, I appreciate you tons.♥
was one of those unusual nights where cold beers end up losing their freshness
after being left on the coffee table for way too long. Those nights that remain
unnoticed on the electricity bill at the end of the month. Those nights when
the alarm sounds, you’re already awake. Yes, they were exceptional nights. But
so typical when he was involved in them.
His presence in your life was sporadic,
but his memory was splattered all around you. You had pictures, stolen hoodies,
his old dog tags, and diaries saved in a tiny box hidden under your bed. He
even said once that your place was the best for him to hide his heart because
nobody would search for it outside the battlefield.
“Keep a weather eye on the horizon,” he whispers. His eyes linger on her lips, her face.
Before she can say anything else, he turns away.
The Dutchman is long gone when she finally moves.
Finally can move.
As the night grows darker around her, she forces her eyes away from the horizon, and slowly backs away.
She starts looking.
Elizabeth was not brought up to believe in legends and mythical stories, but if there’s anything the last couple of years have taught her, it’s that the world beholds far more secrets than her mind can even begin to imagine.
She reads, listens, asks about every tale, every rumor. None of them is what she’s looking for, but she doesn’t stop.
Before she can go any further, she falls sick. It’s not a surprise, she thinks, given the amount of travel, of sleepless nights wondering what the sea is doing to him as she lays awake, his beating heart next to her.
Still, on the third day, she knows no sickness has found her.
She cries, her own heart torn between a joy she’s rarely known, and the pain at the idea that Will won’t even know that he’s a father before his child has grown to be a small man.
(She doesn’t know why she thinks she’s expecting a son, really. She simply does.)
Thirst Party Saturday Crew, welcome aboard our jaunty ship once
again! Tagging our usual suspects, the Prince Of Badasses @toxiicpop,
Strowman’s Maestro @hardcorewwetrash and the All-Seeing Polaris @oraclegazes!
(Also I apologize, but due to my laptop losing its mind
every time I try to tag people I’m going to abandon
the ‘new tagees’ list. I am so sorry everyone! D: ) Enjoy!
the anon who asked for "phantom hands" is most likely talking about Dorian and his phantom hands... if ya know what I mean. Total Manorian Kink
I TAKE THIS CHALLENGE
I’m a sucker for Manorian kink oml
Manon stared across the long, wooden table in the Adarlan meeting room, bored out of her mind. Since the Crochan Queen had regained the Wastes once more and continued to build it, she had gone in an alliance with her lover, Dorian. As a consequence, she had to attend the many meetings that Dorian holds in order to keep up to date with the new information about trade and other alliances from other kingdoms.
Manon could easily send one of her Thirteen to attend and report back to her. But, she had to admit, she always wanted to spend time with Dorian afterwards and if any of the other allies that attended saw her show up after the meeting, it would leave a bad image upon her fellow witches.
Hence why she was here right now, barely listening to what the other allies are offering up the tables.
None of the people here would dare to talk to her, always afraid of her reaction. Only Dorian would ever ask her a question but he had quickly learned how she hated being questioned. But he did it anyways. Just to spite her.
“…Do you agree, Manon?” she heard her boyfriend’s voice.
Manon leaned back on her chair, trying to act nonchalant, “As long as it benefits everyone and causes no harm, then it’s fine,” she replied lazily.
None of the people there commented on her, knowing not to reply to the straight faced witch. Dorian only chuckled, shaking his head before continuing his meeting.
Manon huffed, leaning back farther into the chair.
How do I stay awake through this? she thought to herself.
Manon suddenly felt a cold brush against her inner thigh. She sucked in a sharp gasp as goosebumps grew all over her pale skin. She knew this feeling. She knew who was giving her this feeling.
Manon snapped her head up, her eyes turning into slits as she watched Dorian talk to the allies. He was doing this. She knew. She knew it was him and his phantom hands.
Dorian’s face gave nothing away except the small, small, upturn of one side of his lips. Manon gripped the arms of her chair tightly, trying to contain her emotions. He knew she was the absolute worst in containing her expressions during pleasure.
She felt his icy phantom hands creep up her inner thigh, brushing against her centre. She clenched her jaw, trying to keep the sounds that was about to leave her lips tightly within.
She watched Dorian walk to the other side of the room to talk to another person, maybe a king or prince of another area. Manon didn’t care at the moment. His face was civilised, looking just like the King he was.
Deceiving, she thought.
She felt the hand slip inside her, making sure it brushed against her clit before it inserted itself. Manon shut her eyes, trying to savour the feeling while not making it obvious. How he can make her feel this way without him actually touching her is amazing.
She felt the hand slip in another finger as it slowly moved in and out of her. Manon opened her eyes so everyone in the room wouldn’t be suspicious. She straightened herself a little but widened her leg to give Dorian more access. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds that wanted to escape her lips harder.
She was thankful that no one in the room noticed as she squirmed in her seat. She felt the hand fill her entirely as it moved faster and faster in and out of her. Manon didn’t know how she was going to contain the sound that was going to leave her lips sometime soon when she hit her high.
She heard footsteps near her as Dorian brushed his hand against her shoulder softly. She faintly saw a smirk tossed her way before he walked off to the other side to talk to another one of their allies.
Deceiving, deceiving, deceiving.
She felt the hand extend inside her as it opened her wider. She was sure whatever underwear she was wearing was completely soaked by now. She could feel it.
The hand curled inside her, causing a sharp gasp to leave her mouth. She saw as heads turned in her direction as the hand continued to move in and out of her with its finger curled. It pressed on just the right spot.
“S-Sorry,” she stuttered out, “I thought there was something underneath the table.”
The people within the room seem to take her answer as they turned back to their conversation. She saw Dorian’s small smirk on his face as he talked to a Lady, or was it a Queen? Manon couldn’t care.
She tightened her grip on her chair as she bit down on her lip until she felt blood. She hit her high moments later, squirming in her chair as she tried to stop her moans from escaping her lips.
Manon slumped into the chair, staring up at the ceiling from the pleasure she just felt. She felt the phantom hand slide up her body and caress her cheek softly before it disappeared. She stared across the room, seeing as Dorian’s smirk turned into a soft smile towards her.
When the last ally had left the meeting room, Dorian walked over to her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting on the chair beside her.
She smirked, “I just might want to attend meetings now if you keep that up.”
Can you write about Reaper having a very caring s/o? Like his s/o is so concerned for him, always asking if he's okay, how's his day been, if they can do anything to make him happy, etc. How would he react?
When he had nabbed you from your home he had been expecting a lot of things. Like kicking, screaming and fighting for your freedom; which you had most definitely done at first. But what he hadn’t been expecting was how genuinely kind you were.