quiet-company

doctorshufflepuff  asked:

Logan x Anxiety: quiet company

Softness. Soft

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Logic was working.

Working for a long time.

For a long long time.

And Anxiety wanted company.

He walked inside the teacher’s room silently, watching him quietly. He hadn’t even seen him. He was so focused on his work that he didn’t even notice him. That was good.

Anxiety walked to Logic’s bed, sitting down and curling up on it, playing on his phone silently and watching Logic every now and then, smiling shyly at how he wrote everything quickly.

Logan was so intelligent.

After a long time, around two or three hours, anxiety stood up, deciding to leave Logic to his work, but as he was about to leave, the teacher’s hand held his wrist and he looked up, making Anxiety look down at him.

“Stay. I like your company” Logic said, his eyes never leaving the papers. “You are quiet. And you make me focus”

Anxiety looked at him for a few seconds before smiling and nodding, kissing Logic’s cheek and returning to the bed.

He curled up again and hummed, playing on his phone once more.

A great afternoon indeed.

Types as Roommates (based on actual roommates I’ve had as an INTP)

ESFP:  Rarely around, because they are always out with friends.  When they are home they usually talk about how cool their lamp is.  And you don’t disagree, because it’s a pretty cool lamp.  “I really appreciate you, dude” they say everyday after their shift, until you hate them and their stinky socks all over the bathroom floor.

ENFP:  They are SO! EXCITED! that you’re finally home to hang out with them even though they’ve been going and doing things all week.  Dishes are everywhere.  The rabbit is out of his cage and has chewed through the electrical wires.  The fire alarm is going off again.

INFP:  The best thing about living with them is their music taste.   You keep asking yourself if they are really as laid back as they say they are?  Their poster selection is haphazard, their trash can is filled to the brim, and they show everyone who comes through their dorm their collection of vinyl sex feet.  However, one day you get a terrifying message via text.  You drank from their cup.  That was the special cup.  You shouldn’t have drank from that cup.

ISFP:  THC is more important to oxygen to them.  They line their room with trippy tapestries, and a list of “cartoon conspiracies” is listed on their door.  During that really promiscuous phase of yours, they didn’t say a thing every night you must have waken them up moaning.  You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so laid back.  Then, exams came.  No one had ever been more vigilent, and more terrified than they are during exam week.  “Aderall” your friends say, “They’re hyped up on amphetamines,” but you know what they’re like on amphetamines, and this is a step above.

INTP:  You’ve watched the same anime from start to finish 3 times this week, but you don’t have the nerve to tell them that you’re tired of it.  They’re taking up all of the couch space too.  Because while they might have spent the first 2 weeks of being moved in creating the perfectly efficient and comfortable bedroom (complete with a pillow fort), they fall asleep in the living room most nights with their heated blanket and a wikipedia article up on their laptop.  You peek at their laptop expecting to see something related to their favorite video game or the classes they are taking, but “substitutional insect genitalia”  doesn’t fit either of those categories.

ENTP:  When they have friends over, they don’t just have friends over.  The banter is endless and it almost always lasts until 5 am.  Their is only so much existential philosophy you can take, and that is literally none when it it is being shouted by drunken satanists during the golden hour.  

ISTP:  They really like sex.  Sex is their favorite subject and they feel the need to tell you that frequently.  If you don’t update them on your current sexual status, they might get a little bit grumpy.  Their pet names for you include “slut” and “bitch”.  They read trashy novels and their television choices are questionable to you, but it matters little because you have finally found a roommate that simultaneously respects your boundaries and recognizes you for the asshole you are.

ISFJ:  Tea has suddenly become very important to you.  You memorized your roommates favorite teas for every occasion, every ailment and every time of day, before you even realized it was happening.  You wonder how you know this, without even knowing their last name or what they do for a living.  What time do they come in at night?  Do they have friends?  What kind of music do they listen to?  You imagine that they spend most of their time with their family, and at work, but it’s anybodies guess.

ENFJ:  The greatest sin of yours, is the sink that you leave untouched.  Once a week, they clean it begrudgingly.  With passive-aggression with more fervor than all of the crusades.  They are experimenting with brewing beer and cider.  They are also studying seminary.  They never sleep.  You try to explain to friends of friends that your roommate is going to be in the ministry, but they never believe you, because they’ve only ever seen your roommate black-out wasted.  “Before I was a Christian,”  your roommate says drunkenly  “I would have considered myself bisexual”.  Your eyes have never rolled so far back into your head.  You really wish you could light a joint about now.

ESTJ:  Late night chats about the economy have never been so interesting, but really, they are not interesting enough.  Why in the fuck are you living with a business major?  You down another beer and go to bed with a nauseous feeling in your stomach.

INTJ:  You constantly wonder to yourself if the moderately clean kitchen is worth your roommate’s “quirks”.  They haven’t really done anything, but you’re afraid of them.  You’re too afraid to tell them that they are listening to their audiobooks of The Foundation Trilogy too loud, and you’re too afraid to tell them that you don’t like how they’ve replaced all of the regular lightbulbs with red ones.  Your sense of reality starts to disintegrate.  Is that blood in the fridge?  Are those dildos?  Their is a stack of papers on the coffee table which, as far as you know, are comprised entirely with the digits of pi.

ESFJ:  You still can’t get over the fact that your roommate has a sex schedule.  And more importantly, no concept of respectful noise levels while they do it.

INFJ:  You finally found that roommate that will just share quiet, peaceful company with you.  You play Okami, and they work on their novel.  You write your essays, and they put on Star Wars.  No words, just good vibes.  However, things have started to get weird since their SO broke up with them.  They adopted a dog without your permission, and they’re taking it back to the shelter tomorrow because a two bedroom apartment isn’t big enough for a greyhound.  They keep asking you to cuddle them, and you are running out of polite ways to say “fuck off”.


Sorry that I missed a few types ..

She liked messy beds and movie nights without any lights on. She liked the quiet company of a few good friends. Her idea of love was gentle and silent, like a whisper of a touch. Some things are magical and magic, contrary to popular opinion, is often found in the most ordinary of places.
—  12/18/15.
RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not

Yoosung:

  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?

Zen:

  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Jaehee:

  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”

Jumin:

  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”

Seven:

  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”

V:

  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”

Saeran:

  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”

anonymous asked:

"So you have a photo of me with a prostitute. So what". For whatever pairing you want

I DID NOT FORGET THIS. I got stuck real bad and it took a while to get back to writing; sorry to keep you waiting. So, here; Schnee family drama with Monochrome mention.


Weiss watched the way her father paced in front of the fireplace, never once allowing her posture to falter. The study’s walls once felt stifling and oppressive, the eyes in the paintings all looking down upon her, the busts judging her as well- mental tricks she’d outgrown, but ones he still wished to play, hoping that setting the field in his favor would improve the outcome. She’d only seen him this incensed once before, and that was back when he still worried about being caught raising a hand to his children; she doubted this fiasco would turn out any better. A stab of phantom pain attempted to close her left eye but she muscled through it, tilting her chin up when his furious gaze fell on her, the folder in his hand held up between them.

They’d done this song and dance far too many times. Ever since he assumed the office of Governor after her grandfather’s term ended, the man had done everything in his power to portray the family exactly as he wanted them to appear to the press. Every movement was measured, every faltering step remarked upon endlessly, and she’d grown up fully expecting that she had no other choice but to walk the path he’d mapped out for her, to one day assume the office herself and continue the Schnees’ impressive hold over the state. That meant she could be nothing short of perfect, entirely scandal free, and beyond reproach on every front. The whole routine exhausted her but she kept up appearances well enough, though his irrational barking occurred more frequently now. He had to know she was faking it by this point and he was purposely pushing her, seeing if she’d break and allow him to remold her into the image he desired for her.

But she was never quite as brittle as he thought.

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“So, what does he call you?” Varric asks one evening, in the tavern. When Dorian raises a questioning brow, Varric explains, “You’ve got that whole name… endearment… thing going on. What does he call you?”

Dorian answers matter-of-factly: “Dorian.” Then he takes a swig of ale.

Well, that doesn’t quite cover it. Dorian, said pleadingly, said sleepily in the mornings. Said with a laugh and a hint of exasperation. Shouted on the battlefield. Said brightly at the sight of him, as if his continued existence is always a marvellous surprise. Whispered into his ear at pointless formal events. Said like a curse or a prayer in their bed. Said tiredly, with a shoulder leaning against his, as a quiet request for company. Said with such obvious, terrible love. He’s never heard his name sound so unnecessarily complicated, or so good.

He pauses, and thinks. “Oh, and ‘bloody idiot,’ once.”

Sebastian Michaelis finding out his s/o is ticklish! - requested by anon

Omgomgomgomgomg this is adorable!! ^//^ I had so much fun writing this! Anyone who requests Sebastian or Ciel (or both, both is always good!) gets virtual cookies and the satisfaction of knowing they made me smile :)

NOT MY GIF - Sebastian is beautiful omg

Originally posted by just-your-normal-otaku-booknerd

- Our dear Sebastian would find out accidentally

- It’d happen when your guard is down

- Lying on your bed, Sebastian beside you, his gloved hands trailing up and down your back lazily, cradling you to him

- He’d come into contact with a hip or a rib and you’d jolt, and he’d still, watching you slightly wide-eyed

- “My, my,” he’d murmur, a devious smirk tugging at his mouth, “what have we here?”

- He wouldn’t understand your reaction, and would become curious

- Holding you tighter to him, he’d trail his hand down your back again, waiting for you to jolt

- There.

- He’d chuckle, looking down at you.

- He wouldn’t ask as such, but you’d murmur, “I’m ticklish.”

- There’d be a beat of silence and then, “is that so.”

- It wouldn’t be a question

- “Such a display of weakness is unbefitting of a young Lord/Lady”

- He’d seem to relax fully on the bed, and the two of you would lapse into silence

- You close your eyes, enjoying the quiet company with Sebastian

- He’d start chuckling and you’d frown, and then

- He’d tickle you lightly at first, testing the waters

- He’d be fascinated by your body’s reactions and would want to know more

- So of course, he’s gonna perform little experiments on you

- What happens if he tickles here? And here? Ooh, what about here?

- He’d watch your face carefully, chuckling at your reflexes and involuntary movements, your chest heaving from laughing so hard, your jaw and sides aching

- He’d come to see that the laughter is actually a form of panic

- He’d make a mental note to research it at some point

- He’d eventually stop, though, satisfied for now

- He’d ask if you like being tickled or not and would listen to your answer intently, a light furrow on his brow as he tries to understand

- He’s so confused by humans xD

- I have no doubt that, at some point, the little shit we all know and love would use his demon speed to tickle you

- Not for long, though, he doesn’t want you to get sick

- He’d probably come to use tickling as a method to get you to smile or tell him when something is wrong

- It’d become a bargaining chip - tell me this thing or get tickled, your choice

- He’d make another mental note to try it on Ciel - omg I’d pay to see this!

- Sebastian would definitely enjoy the experience, and would definitely creep up behind you for surprise tickle attacks

- He wouldn’t do it if you told him not to

- … That’s a lie, yes he would!

- The next thing is: is Sebastian himself ticklish?

- I’ll leave that for you to decide! :3

Omg I’d love to see Sebastian use this on Ciel omf! :D

anonymous asked:

Host getting cuddles from Dr. Iplier just picture it

(Yall are just,,, determined to kill me with cuteness, aren’t you?? Also, why am i like this?)

Dr. Iplier watches from his desk as the Host’s head droops so that his chin rests on his chest, the tape recorder he uses when he doesn’t want to bother Google slipping from his slackening hand.

He’d come into Dr. Ipliers office with the intent to find some quiet to review his notes for a book he had been working on and insisted Dr. Iplier’s office was the most conductive towards thinking.

Dr. Iplier doubts it though, because he knows the Host doesn’t like the smell of disinfectant and it’s more likely he’d wanted some quiet company. Now though, Dr. Iplier wonders when the last time the Host actually slept was. He’d always suffered from insomnia and migraines and it was rare to catch him in such an exhausted state.

Dr. Iplier only ever catches him afterwards, when he wanders into his office after falling asleep in a bad position and complaining about a crick in his neck. However, now he has a chance to help the Host get some decent rest.

His chair scrapes against his floor, making him wince and causing the Host to startle out of his doze. He begins to speak again, his voice a low murmur rather than steady and confident. Dr. Iplier isn’t even sure if the recorder’s on.

He approaches the Host quietly and softly calls out his name. The Host turns his head and hums in response.

“Lets get you to the couch”, he says, knowing that at this point, the Host wouldn’t make it to a bed.

Dr. Iplier wraps an arm the Host’s waist and settles one of his limp arms around his shoulders. He makes soft noises of protest, though he does nothing to stop the doctor from removing the recorder from his hand or moving him towards the creme couch in his office.

And now that he’s holding on, the Host refuses to let go so Dr. Iplier drops the both of them on the couch, the Host practically on top of him. He resigns himself to his fate as a body pillow and gets comfortable, the Host snuggled tightly to his chest.

Easily the most underrated quote in ACOMAF:

“Rhys returned at the end of the week. I’d taken to situating myself in one of the little lounges overlooking the mountains, and had almost read an entire book in the deep-cushioned armchair, going slowly as I learned new words. But it had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less… alone.”