//While I’m not one to drop threads, I just feel like I have WAY too many drafts at the moment and it’s really not helping me get my muse back to a more steady rate.

I really hate to do this, loves, buuuuut if it’s been my turn to reply to a thread for some time now and I haven’t replied, just expect that I dropped it. Again, I am really, really, REALLY sorry for doing this 🥺
Although, that just means that I am a lot more open now to people sending in memes/asks or people dropping into my IMs so we can chat plot ideas!
Again, I’m really sorry for pulling the ‘Dropping Some Drafts’ card, but I just really feel like I have to use it, at least just this once. 💛//

thetreesareancient:

I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?

laviexenrose:

* . ⊹ @richardxoliverxmayhew x

“Not us,” murmured Isabelle. Giving him a sleepy smile before shifting a little, she burrowed her face in the spot between his neck and shoulder. “Then let’s pretend we’re the only ones who exist and forget everything else, until tomorrow.” The words she whispered only loud enough he could hear as her lips just barely brushed against Richard’s exposed skin. “When was the last time we did nothing all day? Nothing except for this…” Her lips trailed tender kisses along his neck until she reached the intended destination, pressing her mouth softly into his own, all the while a mischievous smile had crept onto her face. 

“Not us,” he repeated, his voice a raspy hum as he delighted in the feeling of her face cuddling against the crook of his neck. Whether it was their fingers lacing together, their legs entwining in bed, or her face buried against his neck, somehow he and Isabelle just… Fit.
“Mm… I like tha’ idea. At some point, maybe we can even pretend tha’ we’re the last two people on Earth for the rest of the week, or month.”

Another deep hum broke from somewhere in his throat when her soft lips crashed against his own. She tasted of strawberries and summer nights. “Y'know wha’, now tha’ ye’ mention it, I cannae’ remember the last time we did nothin’ but this,” smirked Richard. “Yet, despite tha’, I’m proud to say tha’ it doesn’t seem like either of us are–” his strong hands trailed down the valley of her back, before giving her bum a cheeky squeeze, “–out of practice.”

id1eyouth:

@richardxoliverxmayhew / continued from here.

ㅤㅤThe blond smiled warmly at Richard as he poured two cups of warm, fresh coffee. “Ah, don’t mention it, Richard. It’s the least I could do after you gave up your bed for me. Besides, I am rather hungry myself.”

ㅤㅤThe cups were placed on the table amongst the array of food. Zachary had called for an early morning delivery from the bakers, butchers and greengrocer. He notes how tired the copper looked, and begins to feel somewhat guilty. A large hand is placed on the other’s shoulder, “Are– are you okay? I will find another place to stay soon. I cannot take another man’s bed if it means he cannot sleep.”

“Aye, don’t ye’ worry ‘bout me; and don’t even think of runnin’ off and findin’ another place. I a'ready told ye’, Zach, it’s my job to keep an eye on ye’ so until this case is finished, yer’ my guest. Indefinitely.– Besides, I’d take sleepin’ on the sofa any day. Most of the time I end up takin’ the nigh’ shift and sleepin’ by my desk; not grea’ for the neck, by the way,” he cooed. “Seriously, I don’t mind a bit. Please, stay.” The detective meant every word. Temporary discomfort on his springy sofa was nothing compared to actually having company about. Richard almost forgot what it was like to not feel so alone.

A pleasurable hum passed the Scotsman’s lips as he stole his first bite of breakfast. “This is delicious, Zach. How is it a posh boy like ye’ managed to learn how to cook so well?” he beamed.

unhxngxd:

@richardxoliverxmayhew​ | From HERE

A soft pout formed on her lips when she was told not to call him that - ever a fan of the pet names - but it soon turned into a wicked smile, fangs peaking out.

“Richard, my darling, I won’t need thirty minutes. In fact, I’ll bet you that pizza I can do it in FIVE.”
Ever confident.

“Five?” Richard let out an impressed whistle. “Well then, I’ll certainly have to see it to believe it, love. Until then, I’m gonna be enjoyin’ this slice of pizza.” Stealing the last slice from the box, he took a lingering bite from the pizza’s tip, before letting out a pleasurable hum. “Delicious.”