#technically today

[kiss2012]

prayer circle for my interview tomorrow 🙏🤞please let it go well please let me get this job please please please

[cranberry-branflakes]

i would like to wake up to snow tomorrow

[this-corner-is-my-safe-space]

"oh no. i think i'm catching feelings"

(this is what i do instead of my very important assignments.

Suggestive near the end, but not descriptive

title from 'sex' by eden)

Freelancer can practically see the steam rushing out of Gavin's ears.

His face is red and his eyes were glaring holes into them. If they didn't know any better, they'd say he was mad at them.

But they saw the way Gavin's lips fought a smile. The corners of them tugging up without his approval, entirely giving away his facade.

They've grown awfully fond of him, and it almost scared them. Almost. No one could really be scared of such beauty, in their humble (and very correct) opinion. And if that didn't convince them, Freelancer would take any and every opportunity explaining how wise, endearing and kind the man in front of them was.

"Are you even listening to me?"

That snapped Freelancer right out of the clouds. They paused for a second, before coming clean.

"Nope. Sorry, handsome."

If Freelancer said Gavin's face managed to get even more red, he would deny it.

"You-" he starts, putting his face in his hands, breathing in and out to calm himself, "I am going to kill you."

If Gavin meant that, he didn't show it. Perhaps one could argue the blushing, smiling and wide eyes filled with adoration were all a ruse to hide his murderous intent. If that was the case, Freelancer had definitely fallen for (him) it.

Unfortunately for Gavin, Freelancer had one last card up their sleeve.

"And what are you going to do, Gavin? Fuck me to death?"

What were they here for again? Magic history tutoring? A movie date? Finishing the leftover pizza and wings they ordered the last time Gavin was over?

It didn't matter anymore, because Gavin was forcing them out of their seat, grabbing their face and kissing them breathless. All while maneuvering the both of them into their bedroom.

When Freelancer took a breath, they were on top of Gavin, legs on either side of his waist, one hand pinning one of his arms down while the other was resting on his chest. They stared at him as they felt his chest falling and rising, his heart beating beneath their touch.

They remembered what that meant, when a demon took the time to form a heart beat with magic. Slowly, they leaned down to kiss his chest, right where a real heart would be if he was human.

They looked up at him, and in their brief eye contact, Freelancer thanked him. For his help with DAMN stuff, for trusting them enough to be this vulnerable with his emotions.

For being in their life.

If Freelancer was asked if they started to cry in that moment, hiding it from Gavin by meeting his lips with their own again, they'd say it was drool.

[notsofrozt]

TOUCHSTARVED CHAPTER COMES OUT TOMORROW, FINALLY

Y'all be prepared because poor BingBing is NOT having a good time

[andichoseyou]

just remembered we're getting a music video tomorrow

[wyrm-with-a-why]

I feel so bad there’s a guy I was working with tonight and his first language isn’t English it’s Spanish so when he speaks English he has an accent and I keep having to say “what” and he thinks it’s his accent making him hard to understand and I’m crying sitting there like NO PLEASE MY HEARING IS JUST DOGSHIT AUGH

[villainii]

Gonna have a surgery tomorrow 🙃

[tchaikovskym]

Me: I've travelled too much this year. Maybe I should tone it down a little

Uni: here is a thing you can apply for, and if you get it, you get paid trip to Luxemburg

Me: let's goooooooooo