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[hisatonement]

You alright? Is something wrong with the baby?

"Shh shh," Dennis coos at the crying baby, trying not to yawn, "I think he might have a cold or something, I can’t get him to sleep."

[hisatonement]

۵

Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.

Dennis leans back and groans softly, fuck that felt good, "Hmmm, hello to you too. Have I done anything in particular to receive such nice treatment?"

[olivierperrier]

One Touch and You'll Know

Olivier didn't think he had a soulmate.

Or if he did he wouldn't really know because he wasn't in the habit of meeting many new people. Some people made excuses to bump into someone for any brush of bare skin to see if this was the one. So he never expected to be tied to someone for the rest of his life.

So he definitely wasn't expecting anything when that tall dark man walked into the bookstore. It explained his utter shock that when their hands brushed handing back the book the man wanted to buy that he felt something. He felt Something with a capital S and suddenly touching this man was going to be a regular habit because with his hand already gone Olivier felt sick.

It always was strongest the first year.

"H-hi." 

{ whatdonormalpeopledo }

[punkandundead]

[ I'm trapped for a bit on my tablet because I'm away from home for a bit and my internet modem had a minor melt down, I'll be fixing it tomorrow so I'll reply to everyone then, thought I'd let you all know! especially those waiting on replies ]

[punkandundead]

"And then there’s you…"

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A non!PDS au set in 2009 where a grieving and suicidal Kieren Walker meets Simon Monroe - an Irish drug-addict seeking rehabilitation. Stilted conversations, mixed messages, unhealthy co-dependency and soppiness ensue. 

Kieren didn't hate his therapist, per se, he hated what going to therapy implied and the product of it. He just wanted it done with, everything. Weren't there pills for this? Wasn't there something that he could take that would kill it, numb the anguish, dull it to a bearable throb. Couldn't he stop talking about it and just take one of those little white bottles home and have done with it. Talking about it wasn't going to make him feel better, what would make him feel better would be to have him back, but it wasn't an option, there wasn't a box on the 'which problems do you have' list that he'd gotten in the waiting room that read 'return Rick Macy' so here he sat. Still going, still as bone deep aggrieved as he had been two weeks ago. The waiting room was almost empty, Kieren's nerves were grating and he was struggling to keep from biting his finger nails, crawling the walls. The Doctor had yet to emerge to call him in so he darted into the bathroom to calm himself. When he returned his seat was filled, and he felt stupid because there were plenty of other spots but- he'd been sitting there. "S'cuse me," He worked out, voice a little choked, "You're sitting in m'seat.. and I know there's plenty but- I was only gone a minute so..." His nose wrinkled slightly, "Know what? Forget it I'll sit somewhere else, stupid thing to say," He was muttering at that point, dropping down in a seat a few seats from the dark haired man who'd stolen his original spot.

[punkandundead]

How are you? ;3;]]

I’m good thank you! I hope you’re doing well <3 ]]

[punkandundead]

Hello hello!

hello hello back! c:

[that-one-holmes-kid-blog]

Hamish and Simon || War AU

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Hamish couldn't deny he was scared. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He'd gone through the training, passed everything required and been put through as perfectly healthy, and soon after he was being flown out. 

The flight had been horrible, but the journey to the barracks... that was unbearable. But soon enough he'd arrived and was packed into his 'room' which was really just a cupboard with a bed and some drawers to keep his things in with a single chair so he could use the drawers as a desk. Someone had said some crap about this being one of the better rooms and low budgets and the like, but Hamish didn't quite know what to think. 

So rather than spend his time in that shithole of a room, he instead went to look around and her his bearings... maybe meet some of his fellow soldiers.