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waywardfeathered · 2 years
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@starfalled​ said: ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . (do you even have to ask? francis.)
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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               [ text: francis ]   ⸺   What do you call an aroused quadrilateral?                [ text: francis ]   ⸺   An erectangle.
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sistersheffield · 7 years
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6/27/16 Business Casual
It's official. Sister Larsen are dying together. I am very happy about this. On to my last transfer what.....Homecoming talk August 14th. Olivenhain ward. Feat. the return of Jessie Allegretti and K-Sheff. You can come if you want and I can see all your beautiful faces again!! So last week we graced everyone's presence at the mission home with what sister missionaries in pants actually looks like... see below. President laughed. Mission accomplished. We had some really good lessons last week and I will tell you about some of them now. What do you do when you have a blind less-active, his non-member wife, and 2 kids that haven't been to church in over 10 years? Family history yo. It's the coolest. You can get Cambodians talking for hours about the different kinds of things they have been through in their lives. Most everyone (especially over 40) has been impacted indirectly some way by the Khmae Rouge. It makes family history really interesting. I don't think they will ever go back to church again but at least they can do some family bonding. I went on exchanges with Sister Ham, who is a FIESTY little Khmae sister with no fear. She is awesome. She is a better teacher than us all because she teaches by example. Because every morning we spend so much time planning lessons, missionaries sometimes are guilty of being a little robotic. It's the worst!! I definitely have recognized it. But she will treat people like they are family right when she meets them. She will tell that she used to be a "evil punky teenager that acted like a boy" and tell them how much the gospel has changed her and they just automatically loved her. Sister Larsen and I went to the Ministry of Environment last week to go ask about service opportunities around the city. We talked to these two people who were very nice and they are going to invite us to help them plant trees and pick up trash around the city. The way the country works here is pretty fascinating. On almost every street is a different "department" or "ministry" and they plaster a picture of either the king, prime minister, or the queen on the front. Looks intimidating but then you go inside and there are just people with floral shirts and clipboards. Tomorrow we are going to city hall. Survey: pants or skirts? We took a drive with President and Sister Christensen to a sick sister's house. So motion sick. How do people ride in cars. Coolest part about last week was ENGLIH CLASSS!!! Englih. Because you can't expect Asia to pronounce the sh at the end of a word. But seriously it was the best week because we all worked so hard. We had 1/3 more people and we had a spritual thought in the chapel, with a special musical number by the Elders. So tender and it was cool to see our students know why we are actually here. Really good pick me up verse:  Moroni 10 32 Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sudeny the power of God.​fficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise Color your world he he Peace. Swag. Blessins Sister Sheffy pie
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waywardfeathered · 2 years
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@starfalled​ said: “  look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?  ” (Pick a ship, any ship.)
SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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Cas nods mechanically at Francis’s words, staring at the phone, now discarded on the coffee table, tense, as if his mother could crawl out of it and intrude their safe space.    ❝ I know. I know, it’s stupid. Thank you for... ❞    He had  frozen, completely,  hearing her at the other end of the line. Even in his half-panicked state he’s impressed (& incredibly grateful) at what Francis had done: grabbed the phone from his hand, started speaking in French. He doesn’t deserve this man...
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Breathe, he tells himself, reluctantly following Francis’s instruction and moving his eyes to look at him instead of his phone. He feels ashamed; he’s an adult, it was just a phone call, he hasn’t seen his mother in decades. He’s been out of that house for decades. He’s fine, mentally healthy  ⸺  why is it that a phone call has the power to take his safety away from him?    ❝ I’m sorry, ❞    he tells Francis, voice straining.    ❝ That was my mother. ❞    He fights to not turn to look away, to not hide his vulnerability. Francis has gone through much worse, he shouldn’t be this way.
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waywardfeathered · 2 years
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@starfalled​ said: ❛  we can’t keep doing this.  ❜ (from francis)
🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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               Lips parted, eyelids open just enough to barely be able to look at Francis. He’s not wrong, but  it’s hard to stop.  Cas is spent, satisfied, in a sex-haze, yet still  yearning.
               It’s after school hours, but this is still wrong  ⸺  hiding in the utility closet for sloppy blowjobs, as if they were students, not teachers. But they never seem to catch enough private time to take it to Cas’s apartment. Suppose that’s the nature of an affair.    ❝ This, the utility closet, or this... us? ❞    he asks, breathy, calm on the surface but hiding a break in his chest. Of course, the nature of affairs is generally also that they do not last. Hand twists in Francis’s hair, hold tight & gentle. Not wanting to let go but ready to do so if that is what Francis wants. Please let it be the utility closet.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​ said: Too early for him to expect any help. No one likes to be at school at 5 AM except for the new music teacher. Day one, already teetering and swaying, trying to hold doors open for himself with a few large boxes in his arms. He squints, catching what appears to be dress pants as a figure slips behind a door. He tries to run toward help, but gets stuck on the door, calling out instead, "Sorry, i'm lost, could... could you help me? I'm a new teacher." (Francis.)
unprompted    /    ALWAYS ACCEPTING ↷
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               No one likes to be at school at 5am  —  which is exactly why Cas prefers to come in early. It’s a little bit of peace and quiet in a normally chaotic environment, and he finds grading papers easier in a classroom than at home. He’s armed with a large cup of black coffee and a stack of paperwork, and has to set both down on the hallway as he registers he’s not, in fact, alone, and also in need of his hands.
               He rushes down the hallway to the new teacher’s aid, instinctively grabbing the boxes he’s carrying, so that the latter can get his bearings with the door.    ❝ Music, right? ❞    So Cas is not the only early bird anymore.    ❝ Cas Krushnic, math. I’d shake hands, but... ❞    He lifts the boxes now filling his arms.    ❝ I’ll show you to your classroom? ❞    They’ve put music right next to his math class, and it’s... logistically not ideal. Budget cuts, they’d said. But at least it means Cas knows the way better than most.
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waywardfeathered · 2 years
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@starfalled​​ said: ❛  i think i’m in love.  ❜ (from francis, either at cas or at the burger)
🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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Cas is unable to stop himself from smiling softly at the image before him: Francis, fingers messy, looking at something as simple as a burger with such reverence and awe.    ❝ Well, you have convinced me  ⸺  you really hadn’t tasted one before, had you? ❞    It is strangely beautiful, seeing someone try something for the first time and enjoying it so unashamedly. Beautiful, and... well, he tries to keep the dirtier thoughts under control. They’ve had sex before, but this is technically their first date. Cas’s own burger, however, is forgotten and untouched, as he’s busy watching the music teacher eat. He wasn’t supposed to like this man quite this much, but here they are.
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waywardfeathered · 2 years
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@starfalled​ said: [ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin. (Francis)
from a meme i reblogged on another blog (but you’re special)    /    NOT ACCEPTING ↷
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               It takes Cas a moment to notice Francis is  practically laughing at him,  he’s been so engrossed in his topic. He trails off & pauses.     ❝ What? What’s so funny? ❞     It’s impossible to truly make himself get offended, though; Francis’s shit-eating grin is way too contagious, even if it somehow is at Cas’s expense. Cas slaps him softly on the chest with a slack palm, biting down a smile of his own.     ❝ That is just rude. ❞     And it’s  beautiful,  the way Francis comes alive with genuine joy.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​ said: [ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them. (francis breaking down and telling cas that he wants him, basically that he wants more of their...thing)
a meme i think i reblogged on another blog but u r special    /    NOT ACCEPTING ↷
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               Cas almost stops, but doesn’t let himself slow down enough to show the storm Francis’s incite in his mind. Slow is how they’re going, either way: maddeningly slow thrusts, Cas inside the music teacher, in good enough but less-than-perfect control of himself to keep it that way. Sweat drenching them both, plastering hair against skin. & then, the words, and there’s not even a question whether they are being spoken merely in a moment of passion, no: Cas knows, and he feels the same way. It’s... an unspoken given, to him, even if he usually is more direct.
               Perhaps his lack of directness comes from a place of respect, from a desire to not cross boundaries. He doesn’t like asking for things, either.
               But how can they? Have something more? There’s Stéphane, there’s the school. It’s more complicated of a matter than just... It’s so, so complicated. Yet...
               ❝ I want this, too, ❞    he breathes, sinking into the younger teacher.    ❝ I want you, too. I want us, too. ❞    Could it ever be? Perhaps not. It doesn’t stop him from wanting more, though, and maybe expressing that is more important, right now, than figuring out solutions.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​ said: [ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. (francis marking cas before they're out as a couple)
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               Fingers tangled in Francis’s hair, Cas holds him tight & holds him closer. He knows this is reckless, knows he’ll absolutely regret it on the morning; nobody might know who he was with, but showing up at school with obvious marks on his neck is generally a no, even if it weren’t that he’s sleeping with a colleague, or that it’s an affair. But right now, Francis’s mouth on his skin, hot & with just a hint of pain, he doesn’t care.
               They haven’t had the chance to get together in weeks, not like this, properly, overnight. The both of them eager, as if by haste they could make up for the time apart. As if by pressing their bodies close enough time might disappear, as well as all complications in their relationship. Therefore, instead of worrying about what it’ll look like, if anything, Cas is eager to keep Francis going. Free hand is used to scrape down Francis’s back, more deliberate and careful than Francis’s mouth on him. He may be able to mark Cas without trouble, but the other way round? The other way round would be dangerous, so he stays, even if just barely, within the lines of not causing enough damage to the skin to leave marks which won’t fade in a matter of hours.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​​ said: [ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower. (francis joining cas in the shower)
this might have been a meme i reblogged on another blog orion is special    /    NOT ACCEPTING ↷
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               Cas startles at the seemingly sudden presence of Francis as he opens his eyes after rinsing shampoo out of his hair. Despite his surprise being barely visible in the way his eyebrows shoot up, he says,    ❝ One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack. ❞
               It’s a compliment, his surprise. It means Cas is comfortable enough to zone out in the shower with company in the house. Normally, if he showered with a partner in his flat, he would lock the door for one & certainly not be unaware of the sound of footsteps on the bathroom tile. Francis... is different. Feigned ire melts into a soft smile; Cas wraps his arms around Francis’s hips, palms half resting on his ass. Tugs him under the warm water, pleased with the sight of soaked, long hair.    ❝ You do know showering together does not actually save water, yes? ❞    he muses, cocking an eyebrow.    ❝ Statistically speaking, couples spend more time sharing a shower than washing individually. ❞    He’s making it up but it probably is not too far from the truth, at least in his experience.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​ said: ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest . (francis, teacher)
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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               Cas is still  stirring,  halfway between sleep & awake, as he’s tugged into the morning haze by Francis moving in bed, his head finding a spot on top of Cas’s chest. It’s as perfect as an alarm clock can get, he thinks to himself as he smiles, softly, peering at the blond curls.
               & it does not take him long to bring a hand to caress Francis’s head gently  —  the latter is a deep sleeper when he feels safe, and while Cas wakes easily, needs less sleep, Francis habitually dozes through him shifting in bed, marking papers, reading, getting up to make breakfast (though that one evokes, often, still-asleep protests and attempts to cling onto him to prevent him from getting out of bed). Petting Francis’s hair is hardly going to wake him. Cas combs long fingers through the halo of hair, yearns for his camera as the morning sun hits it through a crack of the curtains, painting it an ocean of gold. Every day he falls more and more in love.
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waywardfeathered · 3 years
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@moonwoken​ said: “You make me feel alive.” (from Francis)
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               Gentle hand loops round Francis’s head, pulls him to rest against the crook of his neck. Cas idly caresses Francis’s earlobe with a thumb. Searches for words. Things like this  —  people say them & they’re just words. Yet here & now, they seem to hold more weight.    ❝ You make me feel... worthy. ❞
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