STOP I FEEL SO HONORED

STOP I FEEL SO HONORED

feeling better lately! working on my mental health & learning to make boundaries for myself to keep.

uhhhh i literally don't have a title for this project, but calling it project princess bari for now (???). it's been on a break for a while, but definitely thinking about getting back into it!

of course the lovely @hahaha-darn-it !! and also @sweetieguk, @mschvs, @orphicpoieses, @thetruearchmagos, @writingbyricochet

ACK this is so hard to choose but hyeri from my wip destination seoul <333 i absolutely love her, and all the struggles that she goes through have been really personal to me, so i feel like i have a deeper connection.

hmmm this is so hard, gah. but leo valdez from pjo, lukov from from lukov with love,

elizabeth lim !! chloe gong !! axie oh !! mariana zapata !!

yes yes a million times yes :)

Its been a while!

So I have some questiona

How are you

What wip are you working on?

Do you recommend any writeblrs?

Who is your favourite oc

Who is your favourite fictional character from any franchise

Who is your favourite author

Can I come into your inbox and ask questions

whispering against each others lips is so fucking intimate it makes me go feral

I WANT THE ANGST SO MUCH

what if ari was sick for several days + couldn't remember anything and reader nursed him to health but then he denies that she touched him at all. she accepts it but it just hurts her more because EVERYONE knows that she's absolutely in love with him but he just rejects her-

and she's treated like shit around the house because everyone is taking advantage of her bc she's not favored by ari, but she continues to be a little ball of sunshine bc she's the SWEETEST

and then eventually she dies bc of the baby and ari just relives the moments where he strokes her hair and holds her tight in the middle of the night, basically unable to breathe knowing that she'll die one day and he'll be the cause. or he tries to remember the texture of her skin and her soft smiles and kisses, how he wished he did everything different, how he wished he held her and called it "making love" like she did, how he wished he gave her everything.

and then he finds those diaries and it absolutely breaks him knowing everyone around her also treated her awful, and he was the cause of it, and he loves her so much and her grave is always filled with flowers-

i'd sob reading this omg

YOU GUYS!!! ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY!!! 😭😭😭😭😭🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲💔💔💔💔💔

literally you feel like you've won an olympic medal as a writer whenever you gain a loyal reader <3333

summary | ari takes care of you when you're sick dom!ari levinson x sick!reader | kinktober 2022

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warnings | kinda fluffy, actually. just ari taking charge + reader falling into subspace??

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CONT.

“Ari—”

“I got it,” the man in front of you grunts, moving towards the kitchen. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. 

Great. Not like you ruined the friendship before it began—what friendship is there between the two of you anyways? I mean, it has been a few years since the two of you first met, and the man in front of you couldn’t stop glaring and turning quiet whenever he was around you. Your friend Natasha introduced the two of you, her saying that this was her best friend. Since then, he was pretty much stuck with you. 

Like now, with you being sick, and him coming over to take care of you since Natasha asked—practically begged—him to.

And you’ve never been more uncomfortable sitting in silence. 

For one, he’s intimidating. Plus, though you’ll never admit it, you seem to melt around him. Since he shoved the cocky football player attempting to get handsy with you in college, you felt… safe. Around him. And shy. And everything else. 

Like you knew that he would take care of you no matter what. The reassurance that you can depend on him. 

“Sorry,” you murmur when he brings you a glass of water. The man stares at you for a second, then shakes his head. 

“Stop apologizing.”

The sorry is stuck in your throat again, so you just nod instead. Ari sighs—you’re sure you’re an annoyance to him. Who would sign up to take care of someone who was younger than you and could barely form coherent sentences? There were thousands of girls wanting his attention. 

Your grip on the cup loosens, when he places it on the table, crouching in front of the sofa. His hands are on either side of your thighs, as he stares up at you. Observing you. Heat crawls up your neck, and you fight the urge to bury your head in the blankets. 

“Do you need anything else?” The words are surprisingly softer than expected. 

“You can go,” you blurt. “I don’t want to hold you up if you have anything.”

He does—since he’s the CEO. It’s ridiculous that he’s putting back meetings for you. 

“I’m staying,” his voice is firm. “Until you get better.”

“I’m feeling okay,” you squeak, and attempt to get up. “I can search the fridge to find something to make for dinner.” 

“Baby.”

You freeze at the nickname that leaves his mouth. Isn’t that… for lovers? 

It must have the effect he intended, though, because Ari gently places you back on the sofa, pulling the blankets around you. But this time, he places himself below you, so that you’re straddling his thighs, and that your chests are touching. In order to steady yourself, your fingers splay across his chest, and he sucks in a tense breath. You shiver—not from the cold. The whole time, he’s staring at you, eyes hooded. 

And you can’t discern whether it’s embarrassment or nerves—maybe both—but you bury your face in the crook of his neck: your safe spot. Whether you’re watching scary movies or forced to go to another party with Natasha, that area has been a haven for you, blocking out your surroundings. 

It’s not until now that you realize how… odd this is. How this is something that friends don’t do. 

Except you don’t know if you care. Because you’re falling into some headspace, where you can let all responsibilities go and have Ari handle it—he always does. In fact, you want Ari to take charge and tell you what to do. 

You feel his hand, big enough to engulf yours, come to rest on your hip. You squirm when his thumb rubs circles on your skin, an arm snaking around your waist to press you closer together. 

“I’ll take care of it. Don’t lift a finger—you understand me?” 

(through gritted teeth) i love being out of my comfort zone it is necessary for my personal development