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drishtikartindia · 1 year

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How To Choose the Right Contact Lenses for You

If you're new to contact lenses or simply need an update on the latest technologies and materials, then this guide is for you! Choosing the right type of Power Contact Lenses can be a daunting task. With so many options available in the market, it's easy to get lost in a sea of technical jargon and overwhelming information. But don't fret - we've got your back! In this post, we'll provide you with all the essential tips and tricks that will help you select the perfect pair of lenses that fit your lifestyle and vision needs.

What are the different types of contact lenses?

There are three primary types of contact lenses: soft, gas permeable (GP), and hybrid. Each type has its own unique benefits and drawbacks, so it’s important to understand the difference before making a decision. Soft Lenses Soft lenses are the most popular type of contact lens. They’re made from a flexible material that allows oxygen to pass through, making them very comfortable to wear. Soft lenses can be disposable or designed to be worn for up to a year. GP Lenses GP lenses are made from a rigid, oxygen-permeable material. They provide excellent vision and tend to be more durable than soft lenses. GP lenses must be custom-fitted to your eye and require more time to get used to wearing than soft lenses. Hybrid Lenses Hybrid lenses offer the best of both worlds: the comfort of a soft lens with the clarity of a GP lens. Hybrid lenses are custom-fitted like GP lenses and require a period of adjustment like GP lenses.

How do I know which type of contact lens is right for me?

There are a few factors to consider when trying to decide which type of contact lens is best for you. The first is your lifestyle. Do you live an active lifestyle? If so, you'll need a lens that can keep up with you and won't fall out easily. You'll also want a lens that won't dry out your eyes. Do you wear makeup? If so, you'll want to find a lens that won't interfere with your makeup routine. You'll also want to make sure the lens is comfortable to wear for long periods of time. Do you have any medical conditions that could affect your ability to wear contact lenses? Make sure to consult with your doctor before choosing a lens. They can help you decide if a certain type of lens is right for you based on your individual needs. Once you've considered all of these factors, it's time to start trying out different types of lenses! Talk to your eye doctor about what they recommend and try out a few different types until you find the perfect one for you.

How to choose the right contact lens for your lifestyle

There are a few things to consider when choosing the right contact lens for your lifestyle. The type of lens, the material, and the fit are all important factors. The type of lens is important because it determines how often you will need to replace your lenses. Daily lenses are the most convenient, but they also have the highest risk of infection. If you wear lenses less often, you may be able to get by with a less expensive material. The material of the lens is also important. Soft lenses are more comfortable, but they may not last as long as hard lenses. Hard lenses are also more likely to cause irritation. The fit of the lens is also important. If your lenses don't fit well, they may cause problems with your vision. Make sure to try on different types and sizes of lenses before you decide which ones are right for you.

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caeheng1999 · 1 month

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Very h*rny headcanons on Genshin chars Prt 2

Tags: 18+ pleeeeease, reader gender not specified, (well, only in the end abt pregnancy)

Chars: Dr. Snek 🐍

• Baizhu can’t take you rough. He just can’t. You need to assist him in that. In fact, he loves when you guide him, wrapping your legs around his waist and teasingly rubbing your crotch against his. You love seeing him lose control, but to get there you gotta put lots, lots of effort. Baizhu won’t take you roughly until he is filled with horniness to the brim. He needs to be extra hot in order to fulfill this naughty wish of yours. To help him out and encourage him, you might rub him from behind while he sits at his desk, or you might go to the length of sucking him beneath it. Baizhu is quite sensitive to oral, so if you want him to really punish you, start from making a mess out of him instead. You will get what you deserve.

• Doctor likes to be ridden. Missionary is his number one, but oh, archons— the way your hips grind against him drives him insane. He can experience dry orgasm just by you humping him, and both of you will be satisfied.

• He is very embarrassed by this little whim of his, however he likes when you hand him during work. He makes sure Qiqi doesn’t guess a thing. But the way you’d hide beneath his desk and “play” with his pantysnake brings him so much satisfaction that his face goes red. He will probably never let you know, but he dreams of being touched by you during his working hours even if it is so inappropriate. Well, rules are made to be broken.

• Unlike Pantalone who doesn’t trust anyone to the fullest, even his s/o, Baizhu is ready to shift control into your hands. He adores to be taken by you, cause he knows you will impress his ass. He will guide and comment but mostly what you’ll hear from him are soft sighs, quiet whimpers and lots of “…Yes, right there… you’re so good at this.”

• Sometimes Baizhu has an “evil” side and something about you makes him tick. Naturally, he is in for kinky stuff. He will quietly chuckle “…Let it be a secret, darling. Don’t ruin my masterpiece” while he is tying you up thoroughly. He goes to his cupboard and grabs a bottle of finest warming lube, to provide you with unforgettable 40 minutes fingering / handjob, edging and keeping you in place as you squirm and cream. And when you say “What about you? I want to please you too”, he will tell you he already had three dry orgasms but never showed you.

• Baizhu is a silent moaner but mostly because he doesn’t want Qiqi or herbalist Gui to witness your personal bed fights. Sometimes not sure if he enjoyed it you will ask him whether or not he is satisfied with whichever you were doing. He will caress your cheek in deep surprise and reply “Of course I did! How could I not?”

• He loves quickies. He is a busy man so quick fuck is a life-saver. But even a quick orgasm becomes very pleasurable in the hands of this pharmacist. He is just too good for this world.

• Aphrodisiac !? - Baizhu prefers to not use this, however moods are fluctuating. You don’t mind a bit and he is happy to serve. One day he was too exhausted and mistook the capacity, so it became so stimulating to him he freaked out seeing himself overflowing with come. You were delighted, though!You lost count how many times he shot that day. And it was one of rare moments when he was actually loud. The next morning after a very passionate long-lasting night, to tell the truth, both of you could barely feel your legs and Baizhu was so clumsy he couldn’t find his eyeglasses.

• Protection! Everywhere and always. Baizhu likes taking precautions and not only it is hygienic and cleaner, he doesn’t want you to worry over pregnancy. After both of you haven’t seen each other due to business at work and Baizhu certainly wanted to pump every last drop for you to see how he wanted you, you can witness used condoms all over the room as evidence of your longing.

#baizhu #genshin smut #smut #genshin impact #baizhu x reader #genshin x reader

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mellowmadds · 2 years

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Candy Hearts | Ricky Bowen

ricky bowen/fem!reader oneshot

fluff :)

summary: attending camp shallow lake wasn’t your ideal summer plan. however getting to spend a few weeks of summer alone with your boyfriend Ricky seemed to make all your nerves and anxiety ridden thoughts disappear.

warnings: anxiety/anxious reader, sad reader, shy reader, ricky bowen has adhd

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Attending camp shallow lake wasn’t exactly how you wanted to be spending your summer, but here you are packing all your essentials. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be spending a few weeks of summer vacation with your best friends and almost too caring boyfriend, it’s just that your anxiety usually got the best of you. As you’re trying your best to fit everything into a small duffle bag that Ricky had let you borrow, your mother gently leaned against the frame of your bedroom door.

“Don’t forget your eyeglass cleaner, I know it bothers you even if it’s just a small smudge.” Your mother laughed while walking forward handing you the eyeglass cleaner and a small cloth.

“Thanks mom.” You said while trying to force a smile onto your face.

“What’s wrong Y/n? I can tell when you’re upset so don’t try to hide it.” Your mother stated as she sat down on your bed and grabbed the teddy bear that always sat on your pillow.

“Just nervous. I don't understand why you’re making me go.” Trying your best to not let the tears that filled your eyes spill down your face.

“Because this will be a good experience for you. Your friends will be by your side the entire time, you know Kourtney will be there for you. She understands how you feel so don’t worry she will take care of you. Besides, isn't Ricky also going to be there?” She was right, you knew that Kourt will always and forever be there for you, that's just the kind of person she is. As you looked back up at your mom she had a smirk on her face as she tightly held the teddy bear Ricky had gotten you a while back. You took the teddy bear from her arms and threw it on the pile of clothes you started folding so you could pack them into the duffle bag.

“No mother would ever be this happy that their daughter is spending a few weeks of summer vacation alone with her boyfriend, not to mention camp is also a few hours away from home.” As you stood up grabbing some more clothes to fold your mother also stood up and pulled you into a hug.

“That’s because I’m not like a regular mom, I’m a cool mom.” She said trying her best to keep a straight face.

“Okay enough with the mean girls quotes, but sure you're the coolest mom in the world.” You said hugging her back trying your best not to be so anxious about going off to camp.

Finishing up packing wasn’t the easiest trying to fit everything you were taking into that small duffle bag was a challenge however you did succeed without breaking the zipper. You were going to carpool with Kourtney, EJ, Ashlyn, and Carlos since Ricky was helping Big Red at the pizza place and was going to drive Big Red’s car to camp later on tonight. As you waited for EJ’s car to arrive you said your goodbyes to your mother and tried your best to look excited even though deep down you were a nervous wreck. EJ’s car finally pulled into your driveway making your heart skip a beat knowing there's no turning back now, you have no other choice than to attend camp. While throwing your bag in the trunk you hear Gina fighting over who gets to control the music.

“Wait so how are we all supposed to fit?” You laughed while Gina pulled you onto her lap and pushed your glasses up for you.

“Well hello to you too Y/n.” Gina laughed while trying to act as if she was hurt over you not expecting her to be in the car. Of course she wasn’t actually hurt. Gina had become the one friend who gave you the confidence you so desperately needed and the two of you grew closer since you knew she’d never judge you for being yourself. As everyone got settled into the car Gina turned the music back on and ‘Hopelessly Devoted’ from the movie Grease started playing through the loudspeakers and everyone sang along. Gina grabbed your cheeks as you scrunched up your nose as she sang the lyrics ‘But now there’s nowhere to hide’ then Carlos dramatically laid his arm on his forehead and leaned back into you and Gina as he sang the ‘Since you pushed my love aside’ lyric. The whole car ride was full of laughter and singing which made you think maybe camp would be fun. As you guys arrived at camp a girl named Maddox held out a bucket labeled ‘cell phones’ everyone placed their phones into the bucket while talking amongst themselves while you tightly held onto your phone and asked if this was a mandatory type of thing unfortunately it was and everyone had to give up all electronics.

“Camp Shallow Lake has a no electronics allowed policy in place so all campers can enjoy our activities and enjoy the outdoors, it’s only for a couple of weeks you’ll be fine.” Maddox spoke quietly to you as if she noticed how nervous you were. You gently placed your phone into the bucket taking one last look at your lock screen which was just a picture of Ricky holding the teddy bear he gifted you.

Walking towards the girls cabin Kourtney tried her best to make small talk with you as the rest of the girls walked in front of you guys.

“Please at least try to have a little bit of fun, I promise I’m not going anywhere I’ll be by your side the entire time.” She gave you a lighthearted smile and gave you a side hug as you both walked to the door of the cabin.

“Well this is certainly a choice” Kourtney laughed while pointing out every small detail she hated about the cabin.

“Save yourself the time and don’t even step one foot in the bathroom if you think the main room is horrid.” Gina chimed in with a disgusted look on her face while Kourtney covered her mouth with her hand and pretended to gag.

While the girls chatted among themselves you started fixing one of the bottom bunks claiming it as your own. While trying to unpack all the thoughts of having to stay here for a couple of weeks instead of peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your own home filled your brain. Trying to hide your discomfort you told the girls you were going to go for a walk and would be back later on.

“You guys think she’ll be alright and eventually get used to it?” Ashlyn asked worriedly, she had always looked out for you even if you two weren’t the closest of friends.

“I doubt it Y/n has never liked being away from home. It took her months to be able to sleep the entire night at my house when we were younger. She won’t even sleepover at Ricky’s even though Mr. Bowen doesn’t care.” Kourtney explained to the girls while Carlos quietly entered the cabin and joined in on the conversation.

“Y/n doesn’t look like she’s having any fun. I just passed her on the way here and she didn’t even look at me when I asked where she was going.” Carlos told the girls while giving them a sad expression.

“Wait, she really won’t sleep over at Ricky’s house?” Gina asked shockingly.

“Big Red may or may not have told me that Ricky thinks his ADHD and outgoing personality is too much for Y/n to handle.” Ashlyn chimed back into the conversation.

“Are Y/n and Ricky really having problems?” Carlos questioned Kourtney hoping she would spill every single drop of tea.

“Y/n just struggles with really bad anxiety and this is probably the last place she wants to be right now. They aren’t having problems but it just takes Y/n a while to become fully comfortable. Also Ricky has no room to talk because he is constantly getting Y/n in trouble at school for the stupid things he does like skateboarding down the dead silent hallways with Y/n trailing behind him dragging his backpack on the floor trying to get him to stop. Ricky doesn’t exactly help Y/n when it comes to her anxiety, he just makes it worse.” Kourtney says with a straight face.

“So you’re confirming that what Ricky told Big Red is correct?” Ashlyn asked Kourtney with a confused look.

“Ricky just needs to realize that Y/n struggles with being in unfamiliar places and becoming close with people. She trusts Ricky, she just needs more time to get comfortable.” Kourtney explained.

Everyone decided to stop questioning Kourtney because she seemed to be done with the conversation and decided to finish unpacking and talk about the activities happening tonight.

“Hey Y/n I’m sorry but you can’t be over here we have to start setting up for the campfire.” EJ stated while giving Y/n a small smile.

“Sorry rocketman.” EJ glared at you.

“Please don’t call me that absolutely nobody knows my camp nickname yet I’m not ready to be made fun of the entire trip.” EJ laughed. “The girls have been looking for you, you should head back and get ready for the campfire.”

“Sorry if I worried anyone, I was just trying to clear my head.” You explained and gave EJ a wave goodbye while you walked back in the direction of the girls cabin.

When you got back to the cabin none of the girls were there so you took the time to try your best to relax and find an outfit to wear to the campfire since it was going to get cold tonight. Time passed and eventually all the girls came back to the cabin with blankets to stay warm next to the campfire. Gina handed you a fluffy light blue blanket and asked if everyone was ready to start heading out. While the girls headed to the campfire Ricky finally arrived and decided to head to the boys cabin to unpack. While Ricky was unpacking in the boys cabin he quickly made friends with a kid named Jet who finally agreed to come to the campfire with Ricky after some convincing. Before heading out Ricky grabbed the candy hearts he bought earlier and quickly made his way to the campfire with Jet.

“Am I late!” Ricky yelled over EJ’s horrible singing.

“You always know how to make an appearance, Bowen.” Carlos shook his head laughing while getting up from his spot next to Y/n so Ricky could take a seat next to you. EJ continued to sing while everyone watched him and made weird faces.

“Hey love” Ricky quietly greeted you while you let him take half of the blanket. You gave him a soft smile not wanting to interrupt EJ again.

You and the girls have been sharing a bag of twizzlers when out of the blue Ricky reaches and grabs one.

“Absolutely not Bowen go get your own.” Kourtney snaps at him. She had never really been fond of Ricky but tolerates him because you love him for some reason. You looked over at Kourtney while taking the twizzler from Ricky and placing it back in the bowl. Carlos seemed to be the only one to notice your obvious discomfort and sadness that Kourt snapped at Ricky for no reason. Instead of fighting with her Ricky shrugged his shoulders and decided it wasn’t worth it to start an argument, he knew Y/n wouldn’t like that.

“Here” Ricky said while handing you a candy heart that had ‘I <3 you’ written on it. You looked up at him and gave him another smile when he started leaning in you turned to lay your head on his shoulder. The rest of the campfire was filled with laughter and happy memories being made. Although you didn’t talk to Kourtney the rest of the time you still enjoyed your time with your other friends. Eventually the campfire ended and since it was getting late everyone decided it was time to head back to the cabins and get ready for bed. Everyone said their goodbyes. You gave Ricky a hug and said goodnight to him and walked back to the girls cabin with Ashlyn while EJ and the rest of the camp directors stayed behind to clean up.

“Are you okay Y/n? Kourt shouldn't have snapped like that.” Ashlyn asked before entering the cabin.

“Yeah I’m alright I know she doesn’t like him it’s okay.” You said back shrugging your shoulders. Ashlyn just nodded and gave you a tight hug before the both of you headed inside the cabin. It was getting late and everyone was tired so you rushed getting ready for bed so the girls could shut the lights and go to sleep. Some time had passed and everyone had already fallen asleep no matter what you could not fall asleep it felt as if your breathing was getting heavier with every passing minute and no matter what you could not get comfortable instead you were tossing and turning every second. Realizing you weren’t going to get any sleep you grabbed one of your hoodies and made your way over towards the boys cabin. You don’t know where the courage came from. Maybe it was because you were tired or because Kourtney made you mad but you twisted the doorknob to the boys cabin and walked in like you owned the place. Of course the boys were still awake. It was only Ricky, Carlos and Jet since EJ was still cleaning up the campground. Ricky quickly jumped from his top bunk and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Hey Y/n are you okay what happened?” Ricky asked, letting go and looking at you.

“I just couldn’t sleep and Kourt isn’t really being the nicest person right now.” You admitted fidgeting with your hands and placing them in the pocket of your hoodie.

“You can stay here, come on take your shoes off.” Ricky said while taking one of the million pillows Carlos brought along with him.

“My pillows are the most comfortable they are made of-” Carlos was quickly cut off by you telling him thank you and Ricky turning the lights off as soon as he knew you made it safely onto the top bunk. Ricky quickly climbed back into bed and gently pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. Although this was new for you guys to be sleeping in the same bed you felt comfortable and played with the end of his t-shirt while you slowly drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately that didn’t last long because no more than an hour later the lights were being turned on by a very already pissed off EJ.

“Carlos candles are not allowed in the cabins!” He quickly ran over to the candle and blew it out. EJ was taking his new camp job very seriously which everyone found hilarious.

“We were trying to sleep, shut the lights back off it’s late” Ricky said sitting up to face EJ.

“You guys were not sleeping Jet is playing that stupid video game and Carlos has his face misting thing on.” Carlos just rolled his eyes and continued to ignore EJ. As soon as Ricky sat up EJ saw you laying there next to him.

“Y/n get up you’re not allowed to sleep in here.” EJ said with an annoyed look on his face.

“Just go to sleep EJ nobody else cares, it’s not like we are going to do anything.” Ricky replied back.

“No Ricky it doesn’t matter I’m not getting in trouble for letting Y/n sleep in your bed. Come on Y/n get up I’ll walk you back to the girls cabin.” EJ was serious this time and wasn’t in the mood to joke around or let anything slide. Ricky was starting to get angry but before he could start a fight with EJ you started to quietly explain what was going on to EJ. It was hard for you to talk about your struggles with anxiety and explained that earlier in the day when you had talked to EJ because you were sitting where the campfire was being set up you told him it was because you were trying to clear your head and calm yourself down. After some more talking EJ finally agreed to let you stay and apologized for being an asshole. You accepted his apology, you knew he didn’t hate you and that he was just tired and wanted to go to sleep after a long day. Eventually morning came and the bright sun came shining through the windows. EJ was already up and gone getting the day started with the campers while Carlos was just heading out the door to go get some breakfast.

“Good Morning love” Ricky said while pulling you closer to him. He always called you some sort of name but love was always your favorite. You gave him a quick kiss and hugged him tight while he pulled the blanket up further so you were comfortable. However your sweet but short lived moment was only to be interrupted by the one and only Dewey Wood.

“I see not one but two violations in front of me.” Dewey stated while Jet quickly hid his gaming system under his blanket. Following his actions Ricky jokingly covered you with the blanket.

“Jet, why don’t you get up and go get some breakfast.” Dewey recommended and Jet followed his instructions not wanting to get his games taken away.

“Now that it’s just us, let's have a very nice detailed conversation about why this isn’t allowed.” Dewey said while gesturing his hands towards the two of you.

You may have not had the best first night at camp and while yes having ‘the talk’ with none other than Dewey Wood was intriguing yet embarrassing you had one of the best morning’s ever getting to spend time with Ricky brushing your teeth together while dancing to music on EJ’s record player and then getting to eat breakfast together pretending it was like a mini date. Ricky may be a lot to handle sometimes but he truly does take all your worries away and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than Ricky Bowen.

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papermonkeyism · 3 months

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Awwww, bummer!

I forgot my fanny pack at home! The one with the phone charger, hand disinfectant, eyeglass cleaner cloth and, most importantly, my ear phones.

The entire work day ahead of me and no music/podcast to listen.

Boooo

#shut up paper

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peachenle · 2 years

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enhypen aesthetics

feelings, sounds, and other things i associate with them

ot7 | 0.5k | imagery, fluff

// HEESEUNG is...

the clumsy shuffle to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from the eyes; the lulling stir of the air-conditioning on a summer day; rays of morning sun sneaking through curtains; nauseating, but amusing, recalls of embarrassing memories; the fog after a hot shower; shy fingers reaching to hold anothers’; slipping further under a puffy duvet for ‘just five more minutes i promise’; fleeting guilt of a midnight snack; pride after seeing one’s name at the top of the leaderboard; the crackling of an open flame;

// JAY is...

the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates; running fingers across new crisp bed sheets; the shade of black, mysterious and absorbing; proudly passing gifts to their recipients, focused eyes awaiting a reaction; the tapping of heeled shoes on wooden floors, echoing through a hallway; confident and an inquisitive quirk of an eyebrow; a gentle wave to a friend across the street; warming coffee; quiet and polite ‘thank you’s to waiters cleaning the table after each course; simple and clean silver jewelry;

// JAKE is...

fits of laughter that make up for an awkward silence; the bubbling foam of a splashing wave, its coolness ushering you in; anticipation of returning home after a long vacation; the frustratingly exciting calm before an incoming jump scare; childish chasing after one another; the awe of learning a new language’s word and scribbling its meaning; sniffing kisses from a beloved pet, and the therapeutic feeling of fur between one’s fingers; the chew of fresh noodles and the bite of its rich broth; eagerness of a first meeting; comforting familiarity of a favorite study spot; excitement of a well needed rest and its accompanying dreams;

// SUNGHOON is…

scraping and swirling of skates across fresh smooth ice; tender embraces to quiet a fit of shivering; admiration and pride of seeing a close friend on stage; mindless drumming against the steering wheel as the clock ticks on; hilarious groans after a bad joke, and the sheepish smile from its author; creamy, and slightly sweet tiramisu; the gradual warmth of layer after layer before exiting towards the snow; catching oneself in a passing reflection; a good hair day;

// SUNOO is...

ruffled hair from a loved one’s teasing; sarcastic shoulder shoves and chuckles; the furrowed concentration of eyebrows while trying to select the most delicious fruit of the pile, or perhaps the prettiest sunflower; the gasping realization of the answer to a problem; flurries of text messages within a group chat; fresh lemonade; the clasp and intertwine of fingers after a prolonged high-five; yummy gummy vitamins; comfortable silent drives, with only the rush of the wind through the car filling the air;

// JUNGWON is...

squeaking sneakers; the salty breeze of the ocean contrasted by the blinding of the sun; the gnawingly sweet and sour roll of candies across one’s tongue; clapping before a large crowd, commanding all to attention; pretty fingers under too-long sleeves of a hoodie; random facetimes with friends; cold milk over the crunch of cereal; the rumble of an airplane against the long runway; the relief of a good stretch; clarity after wiping eyeglasses clean; hangers scraping inside a wardrobe as you shuffle, looking for the right jacket;

// NI-KI is...

sly glances to siblings during a bout of reprimanding after a silly prank; a marathon of tv shows, and falling asleep on the couch shortly after; swiping and spraying a dance room’s mirrors, the punching smell of the cleaner; exhilarating clicks of a game controller coupled with hours long voice calls; flickering neon lights; carefree, relentless giggling while pointing at something, or maybe someone; sticky sweet bubblegum; the thrill after learning the final 8 count; the tinge of regret right before the drop of a rollercoaster, and the euphoria from its aftermath;

an: my return to the writing scene after ... a while. reblogs and feedback are appreciated, thank you!

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korekiyo-seesawemporium · 9 months

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Morning Seesaw!

I love this. Everything about this image is perfect. The perfect seesaw made of only popsicle sticks, cardboard, and seemingly eyeglass cleaner wipe packaging? The fact that it's for little Lego men? The man having a mental breakdown right next to it as his family is much happier than he is? This is great.

100/2

#korekiyo shinguji #seesaw #seesaw stan club #hell yeah bitches #let's fucking go #i just cried 25 minutes ago #what do you do if you're deeply obsessed with nagito komaeda

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majikz · 5 months

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What should I put in my extra pouch for my purse? One has chapstick, pens, eyeglasses cleaner cloth, and other essentials. I already have a pencil pouch. Maybe a pouch for sticky notes and washi tape? I dont know I dont know

#personal #daily feels #brain thoughts

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maybe-your-left · 1 year

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heavy sigh…. no one asked for this but i’ve been reading too many dad KR fics and have to contribute.

“Have a nice day at school today! Happy Valentines!”

Belle rolled her eyes, closing out of the family text thread. This would not be a nice day at school, it would be the opposite! She-she couldn’t have a good day… it was the dreaded holiday.

Roses, pinks, reds, hearts, chocolates, people handing out cheap pieces of paper to one another in a show of fake affection.

She scoffed at that, the sentiment. Belle was too proud to celebrate such a holiday-no she was a strong, independent woman. Just like her dad said… but today wasn’t going to be a nice day.

Because…

She got dumped yesterday!

Belles eyes filled with tears, watery as she locked eyes with her phone screen under her wooden desk. Still the picture of her and her now ex boyfriend donning the front of it. A stupid snapchat filter over their love-how could he do this to her? On the day before Valentines?

She has splurged on a gift for him, a nice wrist watch and some eyeglasses cleaner. Belle always noticed he had smudges on the lenses and wanted him to know that she cared in her own way. But instead he dumped her! Over text!

And now all her friends were saying he was giving roses to some new girl with bigger boobs than her! The absolute disrespect!

And worse than that-she was heartbroken.

Belle couldn’t believe it, that the senior boy she has been seeing had been so cruel to her. After giving him her first kiss, and introducing her to her parents! He still left her, high and dry.

She didn’t even have the chance to cry about it, she didn’t want her parents to know about her being dumped. It would be too embarrassing-after she begged her dad to let her date the guy-practically promising stellar grades for an entire semester and to not talk back in her usual sarcastic tone. It was torture-but she did it for love!

Love?

A stray tear fell down her cheek, quickly wiping it away with her sleeve. Cringing at the foundation streak on her black sweater that it left behind, shit. She would have to fix her makeup in the bathroom, looking a round at her classroom she spied her friends looking at their own phones. Probably texting their boyfriends about there after school make out plans, while all Belle had was volleyball practice.

The loneliness crashed down on her shoulders, causing another wave of tears to overflow. She couldn’t stop it, hoping that Mr. Christensen’s lecture on world war two would drown out her sobs.

*ding*

Belles phone went off in her hand, she quickly scrambled to grab it. Maybe it was him! Saying that he was back in love with her and had a bouquet of roses for her at lunch!

New Message from: Old Man Grumpy Pants 👹

I’m parked in front of the school. Please don’t delay when getting out of class.

Belles face scrunched in confusion, quickly texting off a frowning face. Why is he here? Doesn’t he have work right now? Its a Tuesday afternoon, usually he doesn’t have breaks on days he has patients. Surely Belles mom would’ve said if she had an appointment she could t take her too.

Maybe she had a dentist appointment, or worse, her dad was taking her to the hospital for some freak disorder she had and wasn’t aware of.

Just like her parents, to ambush her.

———

Belle dragged her feet leaving class, ignoring her friends conversations about their boyfriends and giving a side eye to her old boyfriend in the hall giving her a weird look.

She wanted to break down in tears once more when he waved at her while giving a card to that new girl.

Once she stepped outside, her phone started ringing. “Ugh,” she groaned, looking at the screen. Belles friend Violet gave her a look, “What’s wrong?”

“Just my dad calling me-I don’t know what he wants.”

“Why don’t you answer?” She laughed, looking down at her own phone, “Where are we going for lunch, Dustin said he would drive us off campus.”

Belle chewed her cheek, looking at the crowds of teenagers flooding the parking lot. She quickly made eye contact with a vehicle parked idle at the front lot, no one else could own such thing.

“Isn’t that your dad right there?” Violet pointed in the same direction.

Belle whimpered, “Sadly… I think he’s taking me to the dentist.”

“Sucks for you, having to hang out with your dad on Valentine’s day. Doesn’t he like-hate everything?”

Belle shrugged, “Let’s just get this over with.”

The girls followed Belle on the way to the Jeep, dodging sophomores, juniors and seniors. Bumping shoulders with couples left and right, Belle was growing more and more depressed the closer she came.

The window rolled down as she stepped up, grasping the handle. Violet jumped up, huge grin on her face before waving dramatically, “Hi, Dr. Ren!”

“Hello Miss Violet,” Belles dad spoke through the window, “Princess-I told you to be quick and now there’s swarms of teenagers around my car.”

“It’s a high school, dad. There’s gonna be teens,” Belle rolled her eyes, bidding her friends goodbye as she strapped into the seat. Not bothering to give her dad another glance before the sped off.

———

“She looked so sad this morning, you have to go see her today. Take her to lunch, bring her flowers, something. I heard her crying in the bathroom last night.”

Rens grip tightened on the steering wheel as he remembered his conversation with you the night before. Thinking about his baby’s face, drooping and sullen all evening while she adamantly refused to admit what was wrong.

He wanted to snatch her phone from her hands and find out what had happened, but you were right to calm him from that. Belle would never forgive him if he broke that trust.

So, he called his nurse, got all his patients out of the way this morning and took the rest of the day off. To show Belle how much he loved her, and how she should be treated on such a trivial holiday.

His princess deserved it.

He glanced towards the passenger seat, sulking into the black leather was his baby. Dressed in head to toe black, not her normal color palette, and her mascara heavy (that was normal for his teenager). But it looked clumped and messy, like she’d been fighting back tears all day. He couldn’t have that.

Ren cleared his throat, “How was school this morning?”

“Fine.”

“Anything interesting happen?”

“No.”

Silence.

He prompted further, “Did you get anything from your friends? I bought the nursing staff flowers today because your mother told me it would be nice.”

“That’s cool.”

Ren scowled, stopped at the stop light to glare at his child. Deciding to just rip the bandaid off and make her spill what was wrong.

“Did Matt give you flowers today, or is he giving you them after school-“

And suddenly Belle was sobbing.

Uncontrollably.

Ren had no idea what to do, was she broken? Did something happen that he should be made aware of? Did someone hurt her? Hurt his precious little monster?

“Belle, sweetie,” he started, only to make her sob even more, he could barely hear himself think as she wailed into her little hands. This was so much worse than what he was imagining, he thought maybe asking would prompt her to admit that he forgot or something stupid but this was so much worse.

Ren pulled off the road into a Walgreens parking lot, deciding he should comfort her before she became dehydrated. He didn’t want her to be hysterical, the only thing he encountered this type of crying was when you were pregnant with Odin… oh god no.

“Belle are you pregnant?”

“What?” her voice raised an octave, looking at him like he was crazy, “What the fuck dad!?”

“I just have to be sure!”

“No!”

“Then what is wrong? You’re getting your makeup all over the car, and your nose is running, stop wiping your hands on your pants Belle-it’s disgusting!”

And her tears came flowing down again, maybe he was apart of the problem… He looked inward, thinking of how he should approach his hormonal (maybe) teenager.

Ren reached an arm across the console, careful to not startle his child. She flinched at his touch, it was unexpected, he handed embraced her as often as he wanted to as she had gotten older. He began rubbing in soft circles on her shoulder, shushing her as her tears dried down.

“Hush now, there’s no need for that. Its-its going to be alright. Just breathe a little bit,” he placed his left hand over her own, pulling her hands from clawing at her tear streaked face. His heart ached as he looked into the heartbroken eyes of his child, realizing now what had truly happened to make her so hysterical.

“Princess,” he whispered after her tears had died down a little more, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

She shook her head side to side, squeezing her eyes shut in the process.

Ren tried again, “If not, it’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re okay. You know I don’t want you to be hurting like this, especially when you are doing it all alone.”

Belle sniffled, her voice was so small when she finally spoke. “It’s stupid…”

“No, nothing can ever be stupid if it hurts you.”

She nodded, “It’s just,” she took a deep breath, “You know that guy I was kinda dating?”

“Yes,” he growled a little, “The blonde one who wore glasses too big for his face? And called me ‘old man’?”

“Yeah…”

Ren rubbed her shoulder a little more, encouraging her. Belle took another breath, “Well, yesterday he broke up with me.”

His heart sank.

He broke up with her? His little girl? The most wonderful and beautiful girl in the world (aside from you of course), that anyone would be lucky to have grace their presence with? That lanky, big nosed jerk who said his Jeep was stupid that one time, dumped his little precious bundle of joy?

Absolutely not.

Ren quickly leaned across the console, not caring about smothering his daughter but needing to embrace her. No words he could share could lend the wound this silly boy had given her. All Belle needed right now was to know that he was there for her, and that he always would be.

He held onto her for a long time, letting her cry into his shoulder, and smear her too caked on makeup and mascara and snot all into his scrubs. He would wear the mess proudly just so his daughter knew that he was there for her. Ren hummed and shushed and rocked her back and forth as best he could until she tapped her little fingers on his biceps. Whispering out a pained, “I’m okay,” when she was through.

Ren did not take her back to school.

It was not important, instead he took her home. Briefly explaining to you what had happened while Belle washed her face and changed her clothes. You were angry, wanting to go tell the guy off and hold Belle in your arms but Ren talked you down from that ledge.

He took Belle to the nail salon, let her get whatever manicure and pedicure she wanted while he sat and worked on his emails.

Took her out to her favorite diner that serves waffles all day, every day, and watched her eat two servings of ice cream.

Bought her a necklace with a little cheesy heart on it, so she felt like she was loved by him. And she could keep it as a keepsake for when she was older. She wore it proudly out of the jewelry store, smiling down at it while they drove off together.

Ren even let her pick out some flowers at the store, that way she could keep them in her room. And have ones that would be unique to her, not the same bouquet everyone else gets on the holiday.

The two pulled into the garage at the end of the day, looking at one another as he sighed. Holding onto his daughters hand before squeezing it tight.

“I love you, Belle. And I’m sorry your first romance didn’t turn out like you wanted it to.”

She shrugged, squeezing his hand back, “It’s okay, I’m glad I got to spend it with you. I love you too, dad.”

———

i always wanted my dad to take me out of school on valentines but that NEVER HAPPENED.

#adam driver #kylo ren #adamdriver #valentines day #daddy daughter date #belle ren #sappy #ren is a horrible dad really #but he loves his baby girl #doctor ren au #doctor ren #surgeon kylo ren #belle is a teenager

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@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Between the mental rattling metal and dissociation Teddy was completely unguarded. Which gave Mike the perfect, rare opportunity to peer over his shoulder. The sketches were sharp, scratchy, wispy and last but not least, tiny. Most were almost impossible to see by anyone who didn’t have their eye mere inches from the page. Despite being drawn in ballpoint pen. Although some— primarily the particularity gruesome ones and anything in the top left area— were almost as dark as a normal penstroke. There were plenty of meaningless scribbles bordering the page with larger scrawling dominating said corner. Watchdogs screaming, crying, looking directly out of the page with thousand yard stares or otherwise showing intense distress gradually emerged from the (relative) darkness. And the cleaner the sketch was, the more likely it was to wear a bowtie. As the sketches neared the middle the scribbledogs started dying incredibly gruesome deaths. Which only grew more… creative as they climbed down the page. Sawing. Falling. Drowning. Burning. Exploding. Freezing in a block of ice. A skull cracked by falling off an office chair. Electrocution. Sucked into heavy machinery by a loose sleeve. Squeezed by a giant rat woman until the eye popped. Then sweeter art appeared in the midst of violence. A very distinctive rat. A thick lensed nerd. Some watchdog wearing some stupid suit that made them look like a dog toy. Oddly enough, Shep hadn’t appeared a single time. As Mike watched, Teddy drew a watchdog torso emerging from one disk and a bottom half below another. He clicked his shuttle pen to add red dotting the bottom of the torso and blood flowing down the still-running legs. Then his hand moved to the watchdog’s head and he switched back to black. “Kshkshksh…” The identity of this watchdog became clear when Teddy gave it a ridiculously tall trapezoidal hat.

Mike squinted to take in as much detail as he could decipher. Geeez. The page was oozing with angst. This guy was really going through it, huh? Mike studied the gruesome doodles with both concern and (even more) amusement.

He watched as the watchdog being torn asunder by ominous disks turned into Bishop Percival. What would’ve shocked Mike to his very core not even that long ago, however, made him grin. Even snicker a little. Good. Mike was glad he could find himself slowly but surely easing out of his conditioning, his brainwashing, to take delight in the gory caricature of what was once his savior and idol.

He scanned back over the gruesome death doodles again to see if any of the watchdogs had a thin eyeglass. He figured if Teddy were to draw Mike somewhere, he’d likely be one of those. But to his surprise, he didn't see himself. That was fine...

Now at this point Mike knew better than to directly startle Teddy out of his sketching trance, so he quietly stepped back before walking across the room over to the stepladder. He dragged it back over near the desk, hoping the loud scraping sound would get through Teddy's headphones, then sat on a step.

#stuckinuniformdevelopment #long post

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levmada · 2 years

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au where zevi and the there's only one bed trope somehow coexist: 😌🤝😌

writing this filled by third zevi-shaped hole in my heart

Featuring detectives Zeke and Levi. Zeke gets injured on the job, their hotel room only came with one bed, and Levi has no clean laundry. He's pissed.

And in denial.

AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED (+ snuggling for warmth...)

wc: 2.5k

//vague descriptions of minor injury

Levi gets in the hotel room first with a hard shove to the door. It narrowly misses banging against the wall. "After that shit, this place better be spotless or Erwin's hearing from me."

For all Zeke's bitching about his injury on the cab ride here, he sounds perfectly fine when it's his duty to annoy Levi. "It's probably just the way you look. Don't take it so personally. I'm for one used to it."

They've been unraveling this case for a month now, and right on the cusp of catching the suspect, he slipped from their grasp after a wild chase through an open field. A field. Zeke got shoved into a bunch of barbed wire and Levi can still smell cow shit, on top of the conversation with the bitchy receptionist when they checked in.

Levi doesn't think his mood can get any worse before he takes a look at the room. There's only one king-sized bed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi seethes.

Zeke pushes the door shut, and by his silence, Zeke is looking where he's looking now. "...On the bright side, this is a minor inconvenience compared to everything else that happened today."

"Fuck off, you idiot," Levi spits bitterly, and drops his suitcase in front of the foot of the bed. He can't even tell who or what he's mad at, but he knows even while he's saying it that it isn't at Zeke. Zeke is standing carefully clear of Levi's fury with blood soaked through the arms of his coat.

Levi continues to mutter curses under his breath.

"I guess tea won't make it all feel better this time."

"Zeke—"

"I could use my people skills to get a different room," he says. Sounds like he's teasing, but Levi can tell he's serious.

Levi sighs heavily. He puts his hands on his hips and resists the urge to rub his temples. A headache is brewing behind his eyes. "Don't bother. It's fine."

"A lie if I've ever heard one," Zeke hums. He sits his suitcase down near Levi's.

"I can't believe you're fine with this."

"Compared to you, I'm an optimist." He steps beside him. "Where are you sleeping?"

Levi points at the chair. “Are your glasses broken? I’ll sleep there.”

“You?” Zeke blinks. “That’s no good for your back, but you’re the boss, boss.”

Zeke is agreeing with him, and yet it still feels like he’s making fun of him. It’s infuriating. Levi is definitely annoyed with him, as usual.

“I'm not your boss. And you have a wound you should be cleaning.”

At the reminder, a little of Zeke’s glee falls off his face. He shrugs off his coat, and turns for the bathroom. “It does hurt, I admit. Exactly right, Levi…”

They’ll only be here for the night, so while Zeke is cleaning up—not that he bothered to close the bathroom door—Levi unpacks his things sparingly. Also Zeke’s eyeglass cleaner and case on the bedside, so he doesn’t forget to clean them... or fall asleep with them on his face again. He’s no use if he can’t see, Levi rationalizes to himself.

The whole room needs a complete dusting… maybe some air freshener, it's stale-smelling, but Levi again reminds himself that this is just for one night. Next time, he’ll make sure they get a room actually fit for the both of them. His paycheck be damned. He's not in detective work for the money.

Water in the bathroom runs briefly, but only briefly. Zeke got fucked up on the barbed wire pretty badly, so, feeling curious, Levi walks over, and spies Zeke’s face in the mirror as he dabs a washcloth on the assortment of little wounds dotting his arms.

But he looks sparingly. Surely taking off his shirt is overkill considering the injuries, but that’s just Zeke.

“Questions or concerns?” Zeke quips.

Levi leans against the doorway. “Yeah. If you weren’t so reckless, maybe you’d live long enough to get a promotion.”

“A concern, then…” Zeke smiles. “I’m quite content where I am, but thank you for the concern, Levi. And here I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Tch. It’s just my job.”

“You’re too kind. I’ll invite you to my 30th birthday party. It’ll be a rager. 30 is the new 20, after all.”

He’s so full of shit. Levi bites on a smirk. “Who told you that to make you feel better? Erwin? No one says ‘rager’ anymore.”

“My little brother, actually.”

He doesn’t have a remark for that. Levi has met Eren a few times, and every time he does, Levi doubts what he’s seen in movies with two brother characters, being raised an only child himself. It makes him wonder how different Zeke would be if he didn’t have someone to bounce all his stupid jokes off of. As a result, Zeke is never not at least slightly entertaining, even when he’s being impossible.

Zeke continues to clean his wounds, not from water using the sink, but a white bottle placed on the counter.

Levi charges into the bathroom and snags the rag out of Zeke’s hand, and drops it in the sink. As he grabs a new one, he says, “You idiot. Don’t use alcohol on an open wound; it dries it out and stops it from healing.”

Zeke looks down at himself curiously. “Oops.”

Zeke may be an idiot, but he isn’t stupid. Levi can’t help but suspect he messed up on purpose just to get under Levi’s skin. Either way, his proximity is distracting. He feels somehow embarrassed to look at him without a shirt on, even though they've been partners for years, and even before, when Levi was in charge of him.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you basic first aid?”

“No…? I don’t think that’s too common. Did yours not teach you to play nice with others?” Zeke tilts his head curiously and stares down at Levi. He blatantly ignores him, and pushes the wet rag to his chest. Honestly, Levi didn’t know that, but he’s not about to admit it. He avoids anther glimpse at Zeke’s bare chest and promptly leaves before he does, or says, something he’ll regret. Levi doesn’t know why he feels so fond of him when Zeke is this annoying. Why his stomach dropped for the half-second the suspect shoved Zeke into the barbed wire fence. If Levi were faster, he could’ve prevented that. He failed.

It’s not like Zeke isn’t his equal, either. They’ve been partners for a long time, but Levi just has a talent for this line of work, he guesses. That’s what he tells himself so it makes sense that he’s concerned about him.

While avoiding Zeke some more, he picks up ice from the machine down the hall, shivering in the cold even within the hotel. He should wear long sleeves if he wants any hope of sleeping tonight. He's still a little on-edge from that confrontation.

Back at their room, the door locks behind him with a click. The tin of ice goes on the long dresser that has the TV sat on top.

Zeke is fully clothed again, and wiping down the windowsill. Even using a micro-fiber cloth… that he must’ve stolen from Levi’s suitcase.

“You’re cleaning?” The surprise in Levi's tone is clear.

“I’m resigned to your neurotic tendencies these days.”

Levi approaches from behind, and elbows him aside. He slides his finger along the windowsill and squints. “For someone resigned to them, you sure are doing a good job…”

He looks a little serious. “Those worry lines are permanent. And besides... I learn from the best. When you yell at me for missing a spot.”

“I'm not worried,” he protests quietly. “You took a fall today. Go to bed.”

“Anything for you, boss,” Zeke sighs, sardonic as always, and strides to the bed. He sits down heavily, and yanks the sheets from their tuck. Sloppy.

Levi’s face feels warm. “I’m not your boss anymore.”

“Ah, see, but you seem to really enjoy ordering me around. Not that I’m complaining.”

“As long as you do what you’re told,” Levi replies, without thinking.

Zeke smiles at him. For the first time, Levi notices what he put on after unconsciously avoiding looking at his chest. The shirt he has on still reveals hints of his collarbones, and the top of his chest.

“Mostly,” he says.

That's that.

Only one lamp remains lit on Zeke’s bedside. The only other light glows from Levi’s computer screen as he catches up on emails and the news. He can’t be working all the time, though he tries.

His eyes grow heavy eventually. Although he knows sleep will be hard-fought no matter what, he glances at the clock in the corner of the screen and decides to get ready for bed.

It all goes well. Levi is silent, since Zeke sleeps lightly.

Until he rifles through his suitcase. He has no clean shirts left, and he’s close to shivering. Any laundromat around is going to be closed at this hour.

Should he wake Zeke up and ask to borrow a shirt? No, he immediately decides. Creepy. More fodder Zeke can use to make jokes at Levi's expense.

But Levi overestimates his own fortitude. He refuses to sleep in his sweaty shirt from that day covered in who knows how many and what germs, so the unforgiving wooden chair paints his back in a chill. He keeps thinking about how nonchalant Zeke was about the bed thing. How he made an effort to make Levi feel better about it. How he could tell that the barbed wire incident upset him. It’s hard to tell when Zeke is bullshitting and when he isn’t, but he likes to think he knows Zeke well enough to know.

Nonetheless, Levi will freeze to death before the night is out at this rate. The heater attached to far wall is doing nothing. As his teeth threaten to chatter, he grinds his jaw into dust and tightens his crossed arms. He can’t tell if what he’s thinking of doing is becoming more necessary, or more alluring with time. He can’t decide if he’s annoyed, or if these butterflies in his stomach are fluttering around for another reason.

Fuck.

Levi stands, and marches over to the bed. Zeke is a giant who also chose to sleep right in the middle. “Hey. Scoot over.”

He wakes swiftly, and blinks up at Levi disbelievingly. "Huh? Really?" He blinks again. "You're shirtless."

"So? Don't be an idiot. Unless you changed your mind from earlier," Levi adds. "I'm out of clean shirts."

"How... unfortunate." For once, Zeke looks totally out of his element. Levi doesn't know how he feels about that.

"So?"

Zeke peels the covers open and scoots over. Levi clambers into the bed, immediately warmed by the downy duvet. He tugs it up to his chin and stares ahead in determination to forget about Zeke's presence right behind him.

But then, the mattress shifts and squeaks again. Zeke is getting up. Levi is just about to snap at him just in case he thinks this means trading places (that chair is fucking miserable), but he climbs back in after the sound of his suitcase zipping.

Levi turns his head. Zeke's expression is utterly unreadable, but he's holding one of his shirts.

"...Do you want me to dress you too, or will you take it?"

"Tch." He snatches the shirt harsher than he meant, and sits up to pull it on. It's not that he's not thankful, just Zeke making him more embarrassed in addition to this whole situation.

It doesn't help that it's soft, or that as soon as Levi pulls it over his head he's hit by a wave of oily cologne, firs, Zeke smells. It's not unpleasant at all, but of course it's baggy. The sleeve of the shirt threatens to drop off his shoulder as soon as Levi shifts to lay back down.

"Hey... is that a scrape?"

Levi lays down facing away. "Is that why you're still staring at me? A dumb scrape? I get scrapes all the time," he says quickly. His cheeks are on fire.

There's a click, and the room is shrouded in darkness again. "It's a part of my job, as you said yourself, remember? To be fair... I care more about your wellbeing than you, but that isn't saying much."

Levi thinks Zeke is facing him from behind. A part of him wants to turn over, but it's easier to talk like this. "Determined to get that promotion, are you?"

"...I'm happy where I am. Listening skills, Levi."

"Fine," Levi huffs shortly. His stomach feels weightless. "Whatever, Beardy."

Levi senses it before Zeke touches the collar of the shirt that's slipped down to his bicep. Reflexively, Levi kicks him in the shin. He whips his head over his shoulder to look at his grimacing face in the dark—his blushing face.

"So cruel," Zeke scoffs.

"Well you can't—Don't... Don't just do that without telling me."

Silence.

“May I?"

Is he being serious? Is he? is all Levi can think. He barely hears himself say yes.

His palm is surprisingly warm, felt through even the thick fabric. Zeke has always ran hot, which might explain why he's so fond of taking off his shirt every chance he gets. Idiot. Stupid dumb idiot.

Levi grinds his teeth as he fixes the sleeve, and Zeke's touch disappears, but he shivers anyway. Surprisingly, no jokes. He respects the boundary of touch to almost a shy degree. It's a little endearing.

"Still cold?"

Levi can tell Zeke doesn't believe what he's asking. “...Maybe.”

Before Zeke can act, make another forced quip, or he himself can lose his bravery, Levi reaches over for his big hand and drags his arm around his middle.

Silence again. Zeke shuffles up close to his back, as warm as a damn furnace. He's big enough to lay his head on the pillow above Levi's own. The image of a bear pops into Levi's head. If he strains his senses, maybe he can feel Zeke's heart pounding at his back. Maybe Zeke can hear his own.

Levi's hand doesn't leave his wrist. He's still processing how nice this feels. Even Zeke isn't saying anything. He wonders if they're thinking the same thing.

"You're like a fucking board," Levi whispers. "Don't tell me we went through all this trouble for you to lay there all night."

Zeke's low voice rumbles from his chest. "Forgive me for being mindful of your boundaries. Or crossing one of your many lines."

Levi scoffs. “At this point, what lines?”

Zeke grows a little more tense, but relaxes in the span of moments. It goes unspoken, but they move at the same time, sliding their legs together. Levi instantly wants to point out that he's like... like a caveman or something else smart, but it doesn't appeal to him for once. Any idea of anything at all vanishes from his mind when Zeke's head shifts. He feels his lips in his hair.

"Sorry, I should've told you before I did that."

Levi blinks widely into the darkness. "...You get away with it this one time."

"I'm overjoyed," Zeke murmurs, fondly.

Levi chuckles slightly through his nose. He has a feeling, or no, an overwhelming confidence that it won't be just that one time.

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 2 years

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Trinkets, 54: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A sketch of a winged demon covered with geometric lines.

A wolf pelt that disappears every full moon only to reappear back in the bearer's possessions a day later.

A small bag of odd looking beans with a price tag that says “One Cow.”

A half-clenched, mummified hand. The object gives off such a palpable aura of evil that even if it is hidden from view it causes living creatures around it to feel uncomfortable.

A single page from a wizard's spellbook, bearing a legible but incomplete spell.

A gem that when held, projects an animated illusion of a young human woman dressed in white, her hair in a pair of tightly braided buns. There is no sound but she seems to be sincerely pleading for help of some kind.

A doppelganger’s skull carved into a mask. Sometimes it still shifts and takes new shapes.

A package of gum that changes flavor based on the chewer’s emotions.

A set of six fine calligraphy brushes, with shafts of red-lacquered oak and bristles of lion fur, in a matching lacquered case.

A handful of bright copper coins all stamped with a serpentine pattern of a slightly elongated figure eight.

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