#12thlevel

a starter for @12thlevel because i have no self-control

    slender arms slide around midriff, tucking underneath heavy coat material. the small blonde sinks into the embrace, leaning closer — resting her chin against his chest.  azure gaze is soft and loving, her lips pressed into a gentle smile. she would be content to rest there for eternity ... if not for a noticeable stench. 

Feel that RAGE? Imagine how less it would hurt if you’d not treated her like shit that day.

    “You don’t like Ice Cream anymore? You obviously haven’t tried CHUBBY HUBBY. Or Tortured Boyfriend~” It was delicious.

"I had romantic interest in my best friend at one point. It is not uncommon."

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶    was a brand new addiction during the time where her stress levels were up in the sky  ━━━   which were RARE , by the way. it was inaudible, though. having children at home made her practice this function to be almost permanent.    ❝ Jeez. Wait, kid. ❞   fingertips pulling her hair behind her ear, pushing herself to get going .    ❝ we will do it together, just fill me in. You don’t need to do this alone. ❞