#ravendreamt

[effabled]

ADAM: Can I ask you a semi-serious question?

ADAM: Emphasis on the 'semi'.

[astrolatries]

Kavinsky: i have to do this thing where i make amends for all the fucked up shit i did and you’re top of the list every time. u prob have a new number by now i hope u do so youll never see this because it's really embarrassing.

Kavinsky: but im rly sorry

Kavinsky: took me 3 days to write that text

Kavinsky: and it still sucked lmfao

Kavinsky: have a good life tho. you deserve it.

[astrolatries]

🎰

*   RANDOMLY GENERATED SHIPS   /   accepting

blue sargent & alisha daniels — alisha is orla 2.0 and also extremely unfeminist. i sense conflict.

peeta mellark & valkyrie — well. val is a badass like katniss and an alcoholic like haymitch so.

cloke rayburn & harriet morton — i don’t think harriet deserves tHIS.

neil josten & neil josten — i was hoping this would happen with our kavinsky muses, but oKAY!!!

adam parrish & joseph kavinsky – mmmMMMMMMMM!

charles macaulay & declan lynch — they have sex together when they’re smashed a LOT, and then BOTH pretend not to remember it in the morning.

[magiciandreamt-blog]

"i love you."

at first, adam’s not sure if he’s misheard ronan. his functioning ear is pressed against his boyfriend’s chest, so the words are blurred by the comforting rumble in ronan’s chest as he speaks. then he’s not sure if ronan meant to say it; if he meant for adam to hear; if maybe it’s sleep-talk.

he lifts his head, and ronan’s gazing at him, steady & certain. not an accident. did ronan choose today in particular to say it ? has he been waiting ? or has the urge been building for months, a whole year, since their first kiss or even longer, and he simply can’t CONTAIN it any longer ? that’s how it feels for adam sometimes. there was never any question of if he could love ronan; only how long it’d take, and if it had already begun.

adam kisses him, slow, thorough, but unhurried. the kind of kiss that could stretch all day – at least until adam pulls away to murmur “ i love you too. ” his words encourage ronan to initiate another kiss. after a long interlude, when they’re both breathless & dishevelled, adam adds: “ happy anniversary. happy birthday, too. ”

when ronan asks with a lazy-sharp smile if adam got him a gift, adam smirks back. “ i thought i just did. ”

[sk8deaths-blog]

‘ you, bed. now. ‘

❂   goodnight sentence starters   ;   accepting

“ bed ? ” BED ? it’s been so long that noah’s almost forgotten how to sleep. for the past seven years, closing his eyes meant ceasing to exist --- for hours, days, sometimes weeks if he was UNLUCKY. he doesn’t want to close his eyes now, for fear that when he opens them, he’ll lose all this. or worse, he’ll never be able to open his eyes again: THE END. forever.

but maybe bed is what he needs. maybe the reason he feels like he’s been fading for the past few hours is because he’s TIRED, maybe laying down will stop him from feeling like he’s about to fall over, maybe the reason that his head hurts is because he needs rest.

he glances up at ronan -- how long has he been holding noah upright ? -- and frowns. “ okay. ” his gaze moves to his bedroom door. it’s been closed since he woke up, possibly closed since he was last here as a ghost, and noah doesn’t want to see inside. it’s a DEAD room. “ can i -- ? the couch ? ”

[lndenmeres-a]

@ravendreamt   ╱   starter call

“ come here, my darling. ” but it is she who approaches him where he sits on the edge of his unmade bed, disoriented, scared, just surfaced from a nightmare. whatever ronan has dreamed is long gone, but aurora has faith that it was something BEAUTIFUL. “ it’s okay; i’m here. don’t be SCARED. ”

[blaeptein]

@ravendreamt  !    ♦ ◊ ♦    with RONAN.

                                 grubby  hands  grip  kerah's  shirt,   alarm  flooding  her  big  blue  eyes,  as  hooves  thump  on  the  floor  with  trepidation.     it  is  a  word  that  she  has  not  been  dreamt  with,  but  she  heard  adam  say  it  once.     it  seemed  important     &     wrong     &     sounded  a  lot  like  the  way  she  felt  when  ronan  told  her  that  she  had  to  be  a  secret.     the  same  wasps  unfurling  in  her  chest,  without  any  way  to  GET  THEM  OUT.     ❛     he's  leaving.  kerah     ____     ❜     dramatic  pause,  a  big  intake  of  breath  as  if  searching  for  the  right  terms  to  get  her  point  across.     ❛     you  CAN’T  let  him  leave.     ❜  

[thotvinsky-blog]

"Cockmunching shitfucking asswiping son of a fuck you."

❝   angry sexual tension.   ;   accepting

kavinsky’s grinning, but there’s less antagonism in it than usual. “ what did i tell you, princess ? ‘ oh, fuck my ass, ’ i knew you couldn’t handle it. ” LIE; for a ( until very recently ) virgin, ronan handled it pretty well. now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, having discovered halfway through standing up just how much PAIN he’s in. from where he’s still laying in bed, kavinsky can see all the marks from last night: long scratches down ronan’s tattooed back; bruises round his neck. it’s about the PRETTIEST THING kavinsky’s seen in a while. “ pussy. ” he can’t quite keep the AFFECTION from his voice, though. kavinsky hooks an arm round ronan’s waist to tug him back down. “ c’mere, c’mere, c’mere — ” he kisses ronan’s bruised lips, running his thumb over the base of ronan’s neck. then he sits up, running a hand through his hair, stretching & arching his back. “ stay here, lemme get you painkillers. coffee ? water ? ice pack for your ass ? ” another knowing, too-cocky grin before he slides out of bed.

&   ronan.   ❞