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IndieTJ Hammond roleplay.Literate, multi-everything. 18+Written by Claire

[goodnightmemes]

JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS

Quotes taken from Jenna Marbles videos posted between January 2019 - May 2019

❛ CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?! ❜

❛ It’s easier to talk if I have some background music. ❜

❛ I just want to walk into a room and be That Bitch. ❜

❛ No, no, no, no, no. You put that sentence back in your mouth! ❜

❛ Bitch, I look like Pauly D! ❜

❛ Would you like to play a game of pick up basketball, where I will most for sure dunk on you? ❜

❛ I have art fear. ❜

❛ I take back all of my confidence. ❜

❛ I was going to say that I don’t hate it, but you know what? I fucking hate it. ❜

❛ That is so nasty. ❜

❛ There are two ways that you can go through life: one, you can just sit back and enjoy the ride, or two, you can scream the entire time. ❜

❛ It’s okay, sometimes I feel like screaming my way through life too. ❜

❛ I feel like everyone just wants to watch me fail. ❜

❛ Alright, I guess I’m just gonna sit here and space out for a while. ❜

❛ I might just fuck around and get some sun damage. ❜

❛ Y'all bitches are trying to fucking troll me. ❜

❛ I love it, but this is stupid. ❜

❛ Don’t. Don’t. Whatever you’re doing – don’t. ❜

❛ You’re embarrassing me in front of the beautiful people. ❜

❛ I mean, I only fucked up like seven times. ❜

❛ Hey, maybe chill? ❜

❛ You really just went for it, didn’t ya, bud? ❜

❛ What a dysfunctional squad. ❜

❛ Mine. Mine also. Mine also. ❜

❛ Your protest has been heard. ❜

❛ Come get y'alls shit. ❜

❛ What’s happening to him? Is he buffering? ❜

❛ Dear God. It’s me. Ya girl/boy, [name]. ❜

❛ As horrid and terrible and awful as it is, it kind of fucking rules, and I kind of want it. ❜

❛ I have two pairs of jeans, and I resent them both for being uncomfortable. ❜

❛ This is like the weirdest murder scene ever. ❜

❛ I’m getting dumber from doing this. ❜

❛ Well, here’s our semi completed circle of hell. ❜

❛ It’s ugly, it’s stupid, it’s infuriating. It makes me so angry. That’s why it belongs in my house. ❜

❛ Welcome to a journey of mediocrity. ❜

❛ You can eat anything you want. It’s just a matter of whether you want to die from poison or not. ❜

❛ If you eat this, it’s just like Darwinism at its finest. ❜

❛ Are you okay physically, but also like, in general? ❜

❛ I know I already fucked up, but like, I also don’t care. ❜

❛ I got accused of running a rain forest cafe in my house. ❜

❛ I want a tree in my house! ❜

❛ I don’t know why any of these succulents are alive. ❜

❛ Sometimes I go on instagram and I just start to feel real bad about myself. ❜

❛ I look like I’m cosplaying as Jesus. ❜

❛ Is my face the problem? ❜

❛ That’s a hairstyle that just screams ‘I’m a basketball’. ❜

❛ Bounce me, mommy. ❜

❛ Are you telling me I’m never going to be a wig braider for Daenerys? ❜

❛ Honestly sometimes it’s like speaking to a goldfish. ❜

❛ I’m here. There’s food. Turn on the cute. ❜

❛ You’re lying, and I’m recording the whole lie. ❜

❛ Oohhhh! Rosanna Pansino! Please help my cakes come out okay! ❜

❛ Thank you, lord and savior Rosana Pansino. ❜

❛ I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it. ❜

❛ You know, sometimes you don’t have to do it to ‘em. ❜

❛ How about we put our hips together, and you use your left hand and I’ll use my right, and we floss as one? ❜

❛ Sometimes I read wikipedia and I don’t really know what going on. ❜

❛ The Easter bilby gets a knife, and murders children! ❜

❛ Although you’re very cute, that was sooo much. ❜

❛ I go to place where food was before. Maybe food spawn again. ❜

❛ I’m like so mad but also like so impressed with you! ❜

❛ Oh here he comes! Seabiscuit himself! ❜

❛ We’re going on a long, long life journey together. ❜

❛ Maybe they’ll cry at each other and create a dimension and then both go into it. ❜

❛ Welcome to week two of no self care whatsoever. ❜

❛ I left for ONE week. ❜

❛ Oh, what’s that smell? It’s bullshit. ❜

❛ Sometimes trying to open your tiny mind is exhausting. ❜

❛ Me and my dog are here to find your bullshit. ❜

❛ How do I delete a clip while I’m filming it? ❜

❛ Now no one can eat that cause it’s covered in your feral. ❜

❛ Go unconscious again. Go to your happy place. ❜

❛ Mouth is hungry! ❜

❛ Papa, I’m so starving. I haven’t eaten in 84 years. Papa, please feed me chip. ❜

❛ For me? I can has? I can has chip? ❜

❛ Oh my god! Is that ramen? Thank you ramen god! ❜

❛ I would never bite the hand that feeds me. ❜

❛ Yum yum. Whatchu got for me? ❜

❛ Good morning motherfuckers! ❜

❛ Nooo! Now I have to live with my reality! ❜

❛ Now I have to actually face the fact that I sat down and spent time doing this. ❜

❛ We playing nothing but Usher. All Usher, all the time. ❜

[lovexandlonging-deactivated2021]

Open Road - Closed TJ + Leidwulf

[pianokeysxandromance]

lovexandlonging:

He was just a moment away from throwing, caution, good sense, and any measure of control to the winds. It should be expected as the drive and the hike culminated into an insane level of buildup. And what with the way Thomas gasped and keened against the sheets. He thought he could even feel him try to wriggle back onto his length. It seemed TJ and the world conspired to make Leidwulf lose control. But once he resigned to it, he uttered a quick, curt warning through clenched teeth, more than earning the ‘Wulf’ nickname. “I want to want to rut into you like a wild beast,” he declared. Oh, to just slam into TJ’s tight heat without a care. “I’m going to,” he added, tightening an already vice-grip on TJ’s wrists, using them as a crude handle, as leverage to pull him back in time to hips that slammed forward. Back and forth in tandem they worked, merciless, with a loud noise between a thud and a slap as Leidwulf filled the other. Had he- they- not earned this after a long wait? Had TJ not begged for this very thing?

Thomas had always been wanton, always teased mercilessly, though none had ever met TJ’s tease with such lustful ferocity - until Leidwulf, of course. TJ felt like he had gotten exactly what he deserved, with such a buildup on the journey.

His shoulders would ache, his whole body would ache bone deep. Thomas didn’t care, he needed this. He groaned at the tightening of the older mans grip and then it truly began. TJ forgot all about trying to remain as quiet as possible, his breathing ragged though inaudible beneath the sounds of their bodies meeting. 

“Cum,” Thomas about managed to form just the one word, asking for unneeded permission to climax. Being wound up for so long meant TJ could barely hold his orgasm back, the sheets beneath him were already soaked with the steady stream of precum. “Mmm - pl- please.” He stuttered, interrupted by groans and moans and even whines, hopelessly eager even at the very very peak. 

[pianokeysxandromance]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate! Love you.

Thank you, Angel 💕

[pianokeysxandromance]

@lovexandlonging

Thomas rose in the mid morning, the sun peaking through the smallest of intentional gaps in the heavy curtains roused him. Their bedroom, in fact most of their windows, took advantage of full sun throughout the day. 

He couldn't remember the last time he slept so late, any time after 8 am was late for sweet TJ in recent years. But then again, Leidwulf had returned from his work trip the previous evening, and having being parted for just over a week, they had a lot of catching up to do. They caught up, oh, they definitely caught up. On many surfaces, doors and walls. TJ was thoroughly fucked out - for the time being, anyway.

After picking up the huge forest green blanket from the floor, Thomas wrapped it around his shoulders, remaining entirely nude beneath it. he needed affection, as always. The walk down the stairs, the smell of coffee heavy in the air, was intoxicating. Familiar, homely. He bypassed taking the entire pot into the lounge with him though, filled his favourite mug with coffee, cream and sugar, and then padded into the living room where Leidwulf sat. 

TJ could see that his husband was catching up in the news, and so he set his mug down on the table next to Leidwulfs chair and patiently stood in front of Leidwulf, waiting until the older man lifted his tablet out of the way before TJ straddled him and settled immediately against his loves chest. 

"Good morning," TJ murmured after a moment or two had passed, nose pressed against Leidwulfs cheek before he nuzzled his way along his.string jaw to claim his mouth in a sweet kiss. TJ was always one for sweetness in the mornings, his plush lips brushing and kissing wherever he could reach. He wanted Leidwulfs rough hands on him always, caressing, squeezing, grabbing, spanking. Always.

"I'm happy you're home," he straightened then stretched luxuriously like a cat, the soft blanket pooling around his waist, though he didn't mind because the sun warmed his back as it rose higher in the sky. 

[pianokeysxandromance]

I still exist.

I've been doing Very Bad and I don't want to get into it because I am trying to move on.

I miss writing though, so I'm going to try and get back into it here. It might take me a while.

[penny-anna]

Legolas pretty quickly gets in the habit of venting about his travelling companions in Elvish, so long as Gandalf & Aragorn aren’t in earshot they’ll never know right?

Then about a week into their journey like

Legolas: *in Elvish, for approximately the 20th time* ugh fucking hobbits, so annoying

Frodo: *also in Elvish, deadpan* yeah we’re the worst

Legolas:

[penny-anna]

~*~earlier~*~

Legolas: ugh fucking hobbits

Merry: Frodo what’d he say

Frodo: I’m not sure he speaks a weird dialect but I think he’s insulting us. I should tell him I can understand Elvish

Merry: I mean you could do that but consider

Merry: you can only tell him ONCE

Frodo: Merry. You’re absolutely right. I’ll wait.

[penny-anna]

#legolas’ hick accent vs #frodo’s ‘i learned it out of a book’ accent #FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Legolas: umm well your accent is horrible

Aragorn: *hollering from a distance* HIS ACCENT IS BETTER THAN YOURS LEGOLAS YOU SILVAN HICK

Frodo: :)

[storywonker]

Frodo: Hello. My name is Frodo. I am a Hobbit. How are you?

Legolas: y’alld’ve’ff’ve

Frodo, crying: please I can’t understand what you’r saying

[ramshacklefey]

Ok, but Frodo didn’t just learn out of a book. He learned like… Chaucerian Elvish. So actually:

Frodo: Good morrow to thee, frend. I hope we twain shalle bee moste excellente companions.

Legolas: Wots that mate? ‘Ere, you avin’ a giggle? Fookin’ ‘obbits, I sware.

Aragorn: *laughing too hard to walk*

[reformedkingsmanagent]

@ghostriderofthearagon

[cryptidscrypticcrosswordclub]

dYinGggGggg…

[whetstonefires]

i mean, honestly it’s amazing the Elves had as many languages and dialects as they did, considering Galadriel (for example) is over seven thousand years old.

english would probably have changed less since Chaucer’s time, if a lot of our cultural leaders from the thirteenth century were still alive and running things.

they’ve had like. seven generations since the sun happened, max. frodo’s books are old to him, but outside any very old poetry copied down exactly, the dialect represented in them isn’t likely to be older than the Second Age, wherein Aragorn’s foster-father Elrond started out as a very young adult and grew into himself, and Legolas’ father was born.

so like, three to six thousand years old, maybe, which is probably a drop in the bucket of Elvish history judging by all the ethnic differentiation that had time to develop before Ungoliant came along, even if we can’t really tell because there weren’t years to count, before the Trees were destroyed.

plus a lot of Bilbo’s materials were probably directly from Elrond, whose library dates largely from the Third Age, probably, because he didn’t establish Imladris until after the Last Alliance. and Elrond isn’t the type to intentionally help Bilbo learn the wrong dialect and sound sillier than can be helped, even if everyone was humoring him more than a little.

so Frodo might sound hilariously formal for conversational use (though considering how most Elves use Westron he’s probably safe there) and kind of old-fashioned, but he’s not in any danger of being incomprehensible, because elves live on such a ridiculous timescale.

[whetstonefires]

to over-analyse this awesome and hilarious post even more, legolas’ grandfather was from linguistically stubborn Doriath and their family is actually from a somewhat different, higher-status ethnic background than their subjects.

so depending on how much of a role Thranduil took in his upbringing (and Oropher in his), Legolas may have some weird stilted old-fashioned speaking tics in his Sindarin that reflect a more purely Doriathrin dialect rather than the Doriathrin-influenced Western Sindarin that became the most widely spoken Sindarin long before he was born, or he might have a School Voice from having been taught how to Speak Proper and then lapse into really obscure colloquial Avari dialect when he’s being casual. or both!

considering legolas’ moderately complicated political position, i expect he can code-switch.

…it’s also fairly likely considering the linguistic politics involved that Legolas is reasonably articulate in Sindarin, though with some level of accent, but knows approximately zero Quenya outside of loanwords into Sindarin, and even those he mostly didn’t learn as a kid.

which would be extra hilarious when he and gimli fetch up in Valinor in his little homemade skiff, if the first elves he meets have never been to Middle Earth and they’re just standing there on the beach reduced to miming about what is the short beard person, and who are you, and why.

this is elvish dialects and tolkien, okay. there’s a lot of canon material! he actually initially developed the history of middle-earth specifically to ground the linguistic development of the various Elvish languages!

[bowditch]

Legolas: Alas, verily would I have dispatched thine enemy posthaste, but y’all’d’ve pitched a feckin’ fit.

Aragorn: *eyelid twitching*

[linguisticparadox]

Frodo: *frantically scribbling* Hang on which language are you even speaking right now

Pippin, confused: Is he not speaking Elvish?

Frodo, sarcastically: I dunno, are you speaking Hobbit?

Boromir, who has been lowkey pissed-off at the Hobbits’ weird dialect this whole time: That’s what it sounds like to me.

Merry, who actually knows some shit about Hobbit background: We are actually speaking multiple variants of the Shire dialect of Westron, you ignorant fuck.

Sam, a mere working-class country boy: Honestly y'all could be talkin Dwarvish half the time for all I know.

[sainamoonshine]

Pippin, entering Gondor and speaking to the castle steward: hey yo my man

Boromir, from beyond the grave: j e s u s

[esser-z]

Tolkien would be SO PROUD of this post

[sunny-dayze]

@words-writ-in-starlight

[wodneswynn-deactivated-deactiva]

If I remember correctly, in the “tree of tongues” material from The Lost Road, Tolkien goes into some detail about how the reason elves have so many dialects is that elves view language as a form of collaborative art, which they delight in, so a newly-coined word or grammatical construct gets spread around just like a new song would.

Elves may be immortal, but they’re also immortal nerd OCs and we must never forget this

[kittyknowsthings]

Thank you for this addition which is both lovely and educational

[kyraneko]

So what you’re saying is, they’re us. They’re the internet. Sending “yeet” and “smol” and “I lik the bred” all over creation until two elves who’ve never met in their lives and be like “beans, amirite?” and “yeah I love kitter feets too.”

[ekjohnston]

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

[goodbye--gone-blog]

if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

[pianokeysxandromance]

@adsagsona

Arthur was silent for a moment when Thomas confessed this to him. Perhaps it was wrong of him to let the young man stay here with him, and to even consider a relationship.

“Such innocence…” The king whispered softly, almost reverently, as he touched Thomas’ cheek. He was quite sure that the stable boy would love ‘the whole kissing thing’ as he said it. He was someone who liked to cuddle, hug, snuggle… so why not kiss?

“Is this something that you want to know how to do?” He asked finally as he looked at Thomas. “Am I to teach you?”

He was incredibly innocent, untouched in all tender, loving ways one could imagine. Thomas tilted his head, pressing his cheek into Arthur’s hand -- oh, he craved those gentle touches, sought out Arthur’s warm embrace and the way the King would often curl fingers against the back of the stable hands neck while he rested against the King’s chest. 

“It is,” Thomas nodded, turning his head to brush plush lips against Arthur’s palm. He had only ever kissed the palm of anothers hand, the snouts of his favoured horses. “Would you teach me?”

[lovexandlonging-deactivated2021]

Open Road - Closed TJ + Leidwulf

[pianokeysxandromance]

lovexandlonging:

“Yes. You’re mine. You belong to me,” Leidwulf huffed as he held on tight to TJ’s hips… just where his narrow waist met his muscled flanks. He was more than a little thrilled by the pained, hushed little noises TJ let slip. He didn’t need to shout and moan and scream to nearly debase himself with want. Sweet and dirty. That was his TJ- always skirting the line between passion and subversive lust.

“That’s it. Asking so nicely. You learn so well…” he was now half sheathed inside- and god, TJ was tight. “Are you okay? You better not be clenching around me. Not yet,” he whispered, with a slight wiggle that was sure to provoke another round of bawdy little gasps. More please... There was always more, thankfully. And Leidwulf was always happy to grant… at his own pace of course. He thrust forward… buried inside another inch. He released Thomas’s hips and instead grabbed hold of his wrists, trapping them together and using his grip as leverage to pull Thomas more fully onto his length.

God, the way Leidwulf laid claim over him was always just this side of perfect. TJ always wanted more - to be completely at the others mercy was a stoked flame in his belly, something to bring up with Leidwulf further into their courtship. TJ would likely forget, of course, after Leidwulf had exhausted their every last drop of energy. 

“I’m okay,” was muffled, half gasped against moistened bed sheets. TJ had pulled his mouth off the duvet, trusting himself to keep his moans measured and gasping. He didn’t need to scream, to yell Leidwulf’s name, though he groaned ‘Wulf’ softly in the midst of whimpering moans in response to the wiggle, clenching.

There was a noise of surprise, TJ’s belly dropping and his hips tensing for the briefest of moments as Leidwulf trapped his wrists behind his back. Oh, that - that was perfect. TJ almost yelped, a choked off sound escaping him. They were nearly all the way, he was sure of it. Part of him wanted to grind back, to take the last of Leidwulf until they were flush, and yet, Thomas truly wanted Leidwulf to complete him.

“Please,” he whimpered. TJ, at that point, wasn’t sure whether he was asking for Leidwulf to just fuck me already, or if he wanted more of this slow teasing. He was torn between wanting Leidwulf to take him apart over many hours and wanting Leidwulf to devour him like the little slut he was.

[pianokeysxandromance]

[elves-n-angels]

New/old outtake of Sebastian from GQ Italia 2018. Thanks to yawchannel.

[pianokeysxandromance]

Its Frank's birthday

And also I'm really struggling still, but I'm trying to get better. I'm going to try and catch back up again on Sunday.

[pianokeysxandromance]

Also, I’m sorry I’ve not been here to do spooky things for Frank, ya’ll know how much I love Halloween (I’m also open to Halloween threads forever thank you)

[pianokeysxandromance]

Its Frank's birthday

And also I'm really struggling still, but I'm trying to get better. I'm going to try and catch back up again on Sunday.

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

[pianokeysxandromance]

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip as he picked up on TJ’s bitter tone. TJ was trying to downplay his true feelings with a casual shrug of his shoulders but Eddie now knew TJ well enough to see through it. Going off to pack a bag gave Eddie a little time to have a strong word with Venom.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Vee,” Eddie muttered as he threw enough clean clothes into his bag for the weekend. “TJ, he’s special and I don’t wanna lose him because of your tantrums.”

Venom didn’t say anything. Instead he emitted a low rumble of warning that another tantrum was imminent. Eddie sighed and shook his head. “C’mon, buddy. I thought you liked TJ. And I thought we had an understanding.” Still, Venom said nothing but the low rumble had stopped. Taking that as a good sign, Eddie finished packing and went back out to the lounge to TJ.

“A late dinner sounds good. Make it more like an actual date, y’know?” Eddie suggested, giving his boyfriend a smile. He slung his bag’s strap over his shoulder and held out his hand towards TJ. The idea of losing TJ made Eddie’s heart ache, a sensation Venom was bound to feel too since he was privy to practically everything Eddie experienced.

There was only so much TJ could take, and while there was a third being in their relationship, he didn’t feel like it was bad of him to get upset when things were ruined time after time. TJ was patient, almost saint like. 

He briefly entertained the idea that it could be jealousy -- but he didn’t know enough about the symbiote to say that he could feel jealousy. TJ brushed that thought off and busied himself with a little bit of tidying up while Eddie packed a few things. 

“Yeah, and then after dinner, we can get some junk food for Vee if he wants,” TJ tucked his hand into Eddie’s, lacing their fingers together. He’d noticed how ravenous the symbiote got and would do anything, including spending a fortune on extra food, to keep Venom happy -- it meant he got more time with Eddie. 

As they were leaving, TJ brought Eddie’s hand to his mouth and gently kissed his knuckles a few times, fond of showing his love little bits of affection whenever he could. It wouldn’t take them long to get to the hotel TJ had reserved, and then they could start their date properly. 

TJ hoped that they could talk after dinner, get down to the reasons behind Venom acting out -- of course, TJ hoped that their talk would turn to lots of kissing, among other things. “While I check us in, do you want to find somewhere to go for dinner?” TJ asked part way through their journey. 

[adsagsona]

Bran was wrapping up on his client, literally. He made sure the foil was wrapped over the arm as well as he could and gave the young woman his speech about how to treat her tattoo, before sending her on her way. He had heard the door bell and smiled one moment at the man sitting on the couch.

“Enjoy.” He closed the door behind her and then turned towards Frank. “Are you Frank?” He asked. There was something familiar about him, but Bran saw so many faces that he didn’t think much of it. “I looked at the examples you sent, but I wanted to talk to you to make sure what you liked and where you’d want it. I see that you’re used to tattoos.” Bran talked easily and sat down with Frank. “Can you show me where you want it?”

[pianokeysxandromance]

Frank didn’t mind waiting -- in fact, he liked the ambience of the shop. Some where too white and clinical and reminded him of hospitals, and this one was not like that at all. While it was obviously spotlessly clean, it was homely in a way. The excited, nervous energy the musician held was purely for the tattoo and not the environment. 

“Yeah!” Oh, Frank was fucked, he was a sucker for blue eyes. He was there to get a piece on his arm, to fill in the gaps. ‘Forget me not’ with crossed fingers. Frank shifted where he was sat and pulled the sleeve of his t-shirt up, showing the expanse of empty space he wanted Bran to fill. He had decided that if this piece turned out as he wanted, he would come back to Bran for more work... In fact, he would find some balls and probably try and find out a few things about the artist.

[lovexandlonging-deactivated2021]

if the heart was a compass- TJ + Leidwulf

[pianokeysxandromance]

lovexandlonging:

“Such a charmer,” Leidwulf grinned. Leave it to TJ to be the smooth one. He was the smooth socialite, after all. Leidwulf had known he was trouble all along. His heart had been snared, imperiled. And here he was now. Fate worse than death, he thought wryly, as the two snuggled together, postponing the task of starting the day. “Any second, there is going to be a riot from your menagerie,” he joked.

“Let them riot,” TJ hummed.

He cracked a small smile as he cuddled impossibly closer, his leg hitching over Leidwulf’s hip. It was claiming, but also comfortable, it silently screamed ‘mine’ into the quiet room. TJ has always been somewhat selfish, focused on only himself and his own heart -- until he fell in love, and then he was an open poetry book, scrawled affections across pristine pages. 

“If I could keep you in bed with me all day with no interruptions, I would.”