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✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours (lemmett)
✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours (lemmett)
“ let me wipe that off you… ” (lemmett)
Levi looked towards Emmett and offered him a smile as he watched the other man come towards him with a napkin, gently wiping at the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”
💥 … colliding with your muse somewhere (could be in school). (for Link)
“Sorry, man.” He apologized. “I cannot text and walk at the same time.”
🔥 … receiving a hot, drunken smooch from your muse. (for Andrew... yeah that's right. we can both play this game)
He paused when Emmett kissed him and lightly pushed him away. “Sorry, I don’t play for your team.” He said. He patted him on the shoulder. “Nice though.”
“ knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time. ” for Levi from Emmett
“Emmett? Are you okay?” Levi asked looking at his friend. He hadn’t expected that. Sure, they had been hanging out more, but still. “Do you have a fever?” he asked the other man quickly before laying a hand against Emmett’s forehead.
“ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ” from Emmett
“You get that I’m a psychiatrist too, right? A better one than you. You can’t just psycho-bullshit your way into making me feel better.” It was harsh, much harsher than she needed to be when the younger man was definitely only trying to help.
“ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” from Emmett
“Then why does it feel like sometimes I’m not at all. It doesn’t feel like I’m going backwards, it just feels like I’m stuck and pretending to move on until I can’t anymore and I’m right back where I was when she died. I just want to feel like I’m moving.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.” from Emmett
Teddy tended to stay well away from therapists of any kind. She had too much baggage: no family to speak of, dead best friends, trauma from her time in Iraq. It wasn’t healthy, and logically she knew she should talk about it for her own sake...but that didn’t make it any easier. “I know that,” She all but spat out at Emmett, “You don’t think I know how hard letting go is?”