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The Old Salem Post

Volume 7 Issue25 Week of June 10, 2024 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

Happy 100th Birthday to Mr. Ralph Lusk! EDITOR: Mr. Lusk deserves the front page of The Old Salem Post! Such a blessing to be in a community and know the neighbors you remember as a child. And, their children because you went to school with them for almost all 12 grades. There are so many great memories when you choose to live in the area where you grew up. I tell the story that I moved away when I was 20 for 2 years when “I fell in love” and followed my prince off to “happy ever after.” It did not take long to find out the mistake I made and back home I came. A beautiful daughter came from that relationship. She is a blessing that changed my life forever. God says in Romans 8:28, “For we know that all things happen for good, to those who love the Lord, according to his will and purpose.” Thank Goodness we live and learn. And, thank Goodness you live here. I meet people all the time who moved here and say, “People don’t know what they have here!” I know what we have here! “Happy Ever After!” LRogersMartin

TOWN of SALEM: 5 Park Avenue * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Hours 8am-12pm.

Salem Town Council meeting, June 18. The annual July 4th celebration is on! Open to all! Contact Salem Town Hall. Some Residents in the Tamassee Area will vote at the Banquet Hall on the Tamassee, DAR campus. County Election June 11 at the Salem Community Center 7am-7pm.

Community Alumni Celebration for Charles Rogers June 15th at 3pm at the Eagles Nest Art Center Gymnasium. Everyone welcome to come celebrate his years of service to our community.

Jottings from Miz Jeannie by Jeannie Barnwell The CYCLES of Monarch Butterflies The stunning Monarchs that we now see in Oconee are the SECOND generation for 2024. In early spring, "their parents" laid eggs on milkweed plants. Caterpillars emerged, spun themselves into chyrsalises, and in ten days took to the skies as butterflies. This second generation flits about sucking on flowers and fruits for one glorious summer month. Then sadly, they die. BUT, DON'T BE SAD! They have deposited the eggs for the THIRD GENERATION of Monarchs who will flit up to New England to bring cheer to our northern neighbors. If the weather is right, then there will be a FOURTH GENERATION. By this time, autumn is in the air. Now the last generation for 2024 (5th), do not die. They migrate to warmer climate to hibernate, and eventually to lay the eggs for the First Generation of 2025 Monarchs. It's the cycle of life! Miz Jeannie double-dog dares you to compliment THREE TOTAL STRANGERS everyday! "You look so lovely! That is the way that a lady should look when she goes to town." or "Wow! What a gorgeous truck! How do you keep it so shiny?" OR when you see middle aged mother and daughter together, say " My! My! you gals must be twins!" Hey! Stir up some happy mischief! Miz Jeannie loves you!

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Hester SALEM STUDENT SANG WITH COLGATE CHORUS IN 1984 - A story in the May 16, 1984 Keowee Courier reported that Shaun Murphree of Salem was a member of the Colgate University Chorus and described him as one of the chorus's "most talented singers." The story was about a concert the chorus presented at the college, which is located in Hamilton, New York. One of the selections was Faure's "Requiem," which the story said was sung by "Colgate's most talented singers--soprano Julia Fuller, tenor Shaun Murphree and baritone Rich Pickett". . .A biographical note about Shaun stated that he was a 1980 graduate of Tamassee-Salem High School and was now a senior at Colgate. He would be graduating on May 27 with a degree in Biochemistry and a certificate in German Language. His parents were Ray and Sara Murphree of Salem, and his grandparents were Mr. and Mrs. Derrill Littleton and the late Mr. and Mrs. Sam Murphree.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Opening on Tuesdays 12pm-7pm during the summer season. Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm Events this week: Wed: Blue Ridge Grill at 4PM Thursday: Food Truck: BLUE RIDGE GRILL 4PM OLD TIME JAM at 6:30PM Fri: Music: Justyn Fox at 6:30PM Food: Mac Attack Sat– Music: Freddie Vanderford and Steve McGaha at 6:30pm Food: SIMPLE SAMMIES Sunday: 12pm-7pm Music: AGELESS ACOUSTIC at 4 PM. Food: El Charro

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER

2024 UPCOMING EVENTS Information on sponsorships, rentals, etc 864-280-1258 or email at [email protected]. The Eagles Nest Treasure Store is open every Saturday morning 9AM-12PM. Will accept donations also or call 864-557-2462. ENAC hosted Earth Art Camp for children 6-12 years old June 3-7 from 9AM-12PM. It was a first and we hosted 6 children who were captivated by the activities that changed every 30 minutes. We had gracious talented volunteers for projects, music, singing, dancing, painting, drawing, and story telling. It was an exciting week! LRM ENAC is excited to partner with YOUNG APPALACHIAN MUSICIAN– YAMs is the group from Pickens County willing to help ENAC get started with an evening class each week on Tuesdays at 5:30PM. Cost will be $50 each month. Instruments will be available for rental if needed at $20 per month. For 3rd grade through adult. Call 864-280-1258. Lessons have started in June!

Oconee Mountain Opry– July 20th at 7pm. We have confirmed a great variety line up of Talented musicians! Lilli, Neil Conway and Adam Hopkins! Tickets $10 will be available online at our website and available at the door the day of the event.

Beverly Chesser with Beverly Exercise is coming to ENAC on Saturday, August 3 at 1pm to speak on wellness and fitness. Beverly has shared her ministry for almost 50 years and is now 80 years old. She still leads an exercise group at her church in Anderson, SC every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Do not miss this opportunity to hear the message Beverly will share with us all. Admission is a donation only. Tell all your friends and make plans to be encouraged spiritually, mentally, and physically.

CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), 580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. June 16 Message by Pat Rabun. June 23 Message by Mel Davis. June 30 Message by Pat Rabun. Come Visit Us! Salem Seventh-Day Adventist Church, located 240 W Main St , Salem, cordially invites you to join us every Saturday at 9:30am Vacation Bible School Sunday June 30, 1-4pm The Creator Is My Friend/What do you taste? Special feature: Clemson 4-H Native Carnivorous Plants Salem Methodist Church located on the hill downtown Salem. The church with the red door! We are an independent Methodist Church recently removed from the United Methodist. The United Methodist Church in general was heading in a direction to change the original Discipline. Our church took the opportunity to leave. Services: Women’s Bible Study Mondays at 10:00 AM in the Ralph Whitmire Fellowship Hall, led by Sherrill Carothers. The choir is taking a summer break. Sunday School :9:15AM and Sunday Worship at 10:30AM. We observe Holy Communion 1st Sunday of each month. Visit us and see if you feel at home.

COMMUNITY FOOD PANTRY CONTACT: James and Teresa Barker: 884-944-0258 Never go hungry. We have wonderful churches who will feed you spiritually and will feed you physically. You have family waiting!

HEALTH

Start a Forever Healthier Life– Listen to your body. If it is not hungry, do not eat. There is nothing wrong with a little “gut rest.” to miss a meal or two. Drink plenty of fresh water. John Wesley, founder of Methodism fasted one day a week. Research more information on intermittent fasting to see if it might be a good option for you, especially if you often feel bloated. LRM

Reminder: Read Your Labels. Remove foods from your diet and your family containing artificial ingredients and GMOs.

What to do with the kids this week: Take the children to the Salem Library and check out all the programs they offer. Read some books together. Study the stars in the sky at night and identify the North Star and the Big Dipper. Go to Pat’s Cash and Carry for an ice cream cone! Teach Kids to watch where they walk and about good snakes and bad snakes. ( Do not kill black snakes! ) KEEP YOUR LAND unless you want laboratory & unknown meat: Bill Gates and China are buying up farm land across America! Printing by the Town of Salem We live in Happy Ever After land. LRM

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nopefun · 3 years ago

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Interview #499: Li Hui

If you have been following art and photography online platforms, chances are you have come across Li Hui’s work before. I first stumbled upon her work on Flickr about a decade ago (yes, before Instagram and Tumblr, Flickr was the go-to place to share photography) and was immediately drawn to her sensibilities and the ability of her photographs to feel personal yet ambiguous.

Everyday situations become otherworldly and dream-like through her lens. There’s softness to the self-taught photographer’s images and a magic that can’t quite be put into words. We spoke to find out a bit more about her process and inspiration.

q: I've been a fan of your work since Flickr days, perhaps almost 10 years ago since I started Nope Fun, so I'm glad I finally got to interview you! How do you think your photography and approach has changed or stayed the same over the years? a: I miss the Flickr days. Thank you for following my work all this time! I actually don’t like Instagram, I’m showing my work there less and less, and I’m being careful because of their strict rules. I feel that photos are trapped in this little square. It’s not built for photography obviously. Fashionable and glamorous shots attract people to stay. But what I most love about photography is being honest. I’m just not able to show the whole me on Instagram.

I think I’ve been slightly changing my themes every year, but what I work on generally revolves around the same basic ideas. I do feel like I’ve been able to go deeper over the years.

q: There's a certain intimacy and sensuality in your pictures. From soft light on skin to textures in nature, portrayed in an ethereal way. What does intimacy mean to you? a: Life acts as a mirror, in the sense that there is something directly reflected back to me. I’m interested in sharing what I see and what I personally feel about my surroundings. Intimacy is a personal journey to highlighting this internal discovery.

q: How has the pandemic period been for you? Did you still continue photographing and making works? a: I was worried like everybody else at the beginning, but things got better after several months. So I started taking photos again before I lose touch and forget everything that I’ve learned. Luckily, I mostly work from home or somewhere in nature.

q: Some of your photos are more conceptual and staged. Could you tell us more about your process on how you conceptualise and carry out the ideas? a: These are actually not really planned in advance. I usually pick up the camera only because I’m in the right mood, not because I purposefully set up a particular scene. So basically, I shoot whatever I see. I found this mysterious connection and coincidence in the process of sorting through my works when I started publishing photo books. And then I kept this habit. It feels like playing a game to me, it’s a way to find the hidden common parts connecting everything in the universe.

q: You have published photobooks and exhibited your works. Could you share what you like about publishing or exhibiting your works? Any special memories? a: What I like most about the photo books and exhibitions is you can freely change the layouts, the size, the texture, and the ways you want to share your work with the audience without any disturbance, which is completely different from any online platforms.

I remember at one of my solo shows, I experimented with light in the entire space, and the venue was filled with colours when the sun shone through the windows.

q: You mentioned in other interviews that you are inspired by films, and your photos have a cinematic quality to them. Any favorite movies? a: I would say there are two movies that represent the two sides of me. Under the Skin by Jonathan Glazer and Ratcatcher by Lynne Ramsay.

q: What's your favourite fruit? a: Watermelon! I like the smell of it.

q: Upcoming projects or ideas? a: I’m thinking about compiling a book focused only on the mysterious and to collect all the things that I find fascinating. The works will be only shown in this book as a sort of interconnected story. I will not post those on Instagram as I spent too much time making everything over there feel “right”. It might tap into something otherworldly, the external and internal co-existing in a mysterious ether. This place encompasses the air that circulates, the light, the rhythms, everything around without distorting anything, but still with a slightly different angle than what we think of as our common reality.

q: Any music to recommend? a: I could recommend so much, but I often listen to Julianna Barwick when I take pictures.

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holdingforgeneralhugs · 3 years ago

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holiday one shots?? don't mind if I do 👀👀 💕

how about a one shot where the reader/OC knows it's Hannukah and wants to do something nice for Lieb? you know I'm a sucker for pining so if that could be included... I mean I already adore you but I would doubly adore you somehow 😂💕

LUV U EM

Lynn my dearest, I'm sorry it's taken so long to get to this lovely request 💓 so I have made a colour palette to go with this to make up for it💓

Happiest Hanukkah

As soon as Joe had told Martha he'd be spending hanukkah alone she'd devised a plan. She loved and adored him, and there's no way in good conscious she would allow him to celebrate the holiday without some company.

On the first night of Hanukkah she rapped on his door and grinned at him when he opened the door. "Happy Hanukkah," she said cheerfully, brushing past him and into the kitchen before he could even get a word in.

"Well thanks," he chuckled as he followed her into the kitchen, arching an eyebrow sceptically at the box in her hands, "not that I'm not happy to see you and all but....what are you up to?"

"Well," she started, putting the box on the table before opening it, "you said you were spending the holiday alone so I thought I'd come over and help you mark the first day. I even brought food."

She started pulling things out of the box, and Joe stepped up behind her and peered over her shoulder in amusement.

"I tried my hand at making latkes," she explained, her words coming out all breathy because he was standing so close to her and she could smell his cologne and it was making her woozy. He reached over her, his chest pressing against her back, and plucked on from the tub, chewing it thoughtfully.

"Hell Martha you sure you've never made these before?" He teased, and she rolled her eyes and elbowing him. "Seriously though, they're really good."

"Well thanks," she replied shyly, a pink blush staining her cheeks, "I'm glad you like them. I brought some jelly doughnuts but I bought those because let's be honest, I don't think I'm capable of makin' 'em."

"Well ain't you just the sweetest there is," he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as he grabbed a jelly doughnut and biting into it contentedly. She watched him with rapt attention, eyes flicking to his lips as he licked jelly off them. She had to look away then and occupy her hands before she did something foolish.

The rest of the week passed by similarly. Martha came to Joe's house each evening, always armed with plenty of food. They'd play games and tell tell stories and laugh until their stomach's hurt. She enjoyed spending so much time with him, though her heart ached for something she could never have.

On the last night she was determined to make it good, so she knocked on his door at 3pm sharp and marched in to the kitchen with full shopping bags in hand.

"Jesus Martha, you brought enough food to feed an army," he laughed, picking things out of the bags and examining them.

"Yeah well I don't do things by halves Joe, so quit your yapping and help me get this brisket ready and cooking will ya?"

"Yes ma'am," he laughed. They spent the next few hours chopping vegetables and kneading dough to make challah rolls.

"Since when do you know how to knead bread?" Martha teased as she watched him knead the bread with practiced skill.

"I'm the oldest of six, my mother thought me so I could be useful," he replied, "and I don't appreciate your tone of surprise madam."

Martha gasped in surprise as a fistful of flower smattered against her face. "How dare you," she laughed, grabbing a dish towel and smacking him with it.

"Now now, no need to get violent," he teased, dancing out of your reach with a cheeky grin, "No seriously we need to get this bread in the oven or we'll never have it ready."

Cooking with Joe was nice, and Martha allowed herself a brief moment to enjoy the domesticity of it, and to imagine a life where she would get to cook with him everyday.

Their dinner turned our lovely, and as she chatted with Joe all through dinner she was sure she'd never been so happy in all her life. It was almost a melancholy moment, somehow both joyful and bittersweet at the same time.

"Cmon, play some dreidel with me in the spirit of Hanukkah," suggested Joe, standing up and stretching with a contented groan, "I think you'll enjoy it." And he was right, she did quite enjoy the game, even getting quite competitive.

"I'd better get going," she said a while later, a yawn escaping her. Joe nodded and stood from the rug, following her out into the hallway.

"Hey," he murmured quietly, taking her hand in his and rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs, "Thank you for....y'know, everything. It's been real nice havin' you round to celebrate the holiday."

Martha smiled up at him through her lashes, a pink blush rising on your cheeks. "I'm glad to have been here," she replied quietly, "thanks for having me."

"Pleasure's all mine," he said, and was it her imagination or had he leaned a little closer? She huffed in a sharp breath as his nose tickled hers ever so slightly.

"Martha," he whispered, lips brushing hers ever so slightly. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and when he finally closed the distance and pressed his lips against hers she thought her heart might burst. His lips caressed hers gently, and she longed to throw caution to the wind and dive in head first but she also didn't want to disrupt such a sweet moment.

"Why dont you come around next week and I'll cook you something for a change," he asked quietly as he pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling.

"That sounds lovely," she replied breathily, before fisting her hands in his shirt and pulling him in for a deeper kiss, huffing out a laugh as she felt the smirk rising on his lips.

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oldmanatom · 4 years ago

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A Locked Tomb Fanmix But It’s All Classic Country

this exists entirely because one night the thought “but what if i made a Locked Tomb fanmix with only classic country songs” popped into my head, unprompted, and i thought it was too hilarious to not do.

the art on the cover is done by @starfleetofficial, who this mix is also dedicated to. thank you for recommending me these books, continuously “yes, and”ing my semi-coherent TLT messages sent at 5 in the morning, and being so supportive about this idea. (also check out her version, A HtN fanmix but it’s all Fiona Apple!) the cover design is referencing the famous Marty Robbins album, Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs.

my one listening note: this will probably be more enjoyable if it’s approached with an open mind and an expectation that it’s taking itself about as seriously as the official fanmixes do.

see below the cut for a song list and some lyric excerpts.

this mix has implicit spoilers for both Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth.

Gideon the Ninth mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover Harrow the Ninth mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover full mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover

Gideon the Ninth:

1. Johnny Paycheck, “Take This Job And Shove It”

You better not try to stand in my way 'Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more

2. Dolly Parton, “When Someone Wants To Leave”

It's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

3. Loretta Lynn, “I’m A Gettin’ Ready To Go”

I'm gonna praise my savior's name everyday that I'm livin' Glory hallelujah I'm not ashamed to let my salvation show This old world's just my dressin' room and I'm a gettin' ready to go

4. Waylon Jennings, “I Ain’t Living Long Like This”

I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're a dead man friend Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby?

5. Loretta Lynn, “This Haunted House”

This haunted house I'm livin' in is killing me And the ghost of your love won't set me free Each morning finds me crying and alone In this haunted house we used to call our home

6. Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty, “After The Fire Is Gone”

We know it's wrong for us to meet But the fire's gone out at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone

7. Loretta Lynn, “How Long Will It Take”

(How long will it take?) How long will it take to make you want me How much longer has this old heart gotta break (How long will it take?) How long will it take to make you need me I keep a waitin' and a wonderin' how long will it take

8. Stonewall Jackson, “Don’t Be Angry”

Maybe someday you're gonna hurt me I've been hurt in love before Only God can know And time alone will tell

9. Dick Curless, “A Tombstone Every Mile”

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never ever ever seen a smile If they'd buried all them truckers lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile

10. Johnny Paycheck, “(It Won’t Be Long) And I’ll Be Hating You”

Lately life with you has been unbearable All my faith in you has gone and I know it won't return I did everything to make you happy I could do Now you've gotten me hatin' things I used to love to do And it won't be long and I'll be hatin' you

11. Norma Jean, “Let’s Go All The Way”

All the way means happiness living side by side Halfway means a heartbreak if one of us should lie Just give me a clue that you love me too Hold me in your arms and say “Oh, let’s go all the way”

12. Loretta Lynn, “Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven”

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna die Though I long for the day when I'll have new birth Still I love the livin' here on earth Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die

13. Homer & Jethro, “She Made Toothpicks Of The Timber Of My Heart”

She was seasoned, I was green Yes my darling lumber queen Wound me ‘round her finger like a clinging vine

14. Patsy Cline, “The Heart You Break May Be Your Own”

You'll look around and when you've found That you are all alone Then you'll get wise and realize The heart you break may be your own

15. Buck Owens, “I’ve Got A Tiger By The Tail”

Well every night you drag me where the bright lights are found There ain't no way to slow you down I’m as 'bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale And it looks like I've got a tiger by the tail

16. Charley Pride, “All I Have To Offer You (Is Me)”

Before you take another step, there's something you should know About the years ahead and how they'll be You'll be living in a world where roses hardly ever grow 'Cause all I have to offer you is me

17. Faron Young, “Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young”

I wanna leave a lot of happy women A-thinkin’ pretty thoughts of me I wanna live fast, love hard, die young And leave a beautiful memory

18. Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner, “The Last Thing On My Mind”

I've got reason a plenty for goin' This I know, this I know The weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go

Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind

19. Marty Robbins, “The Master’s Call”

I felt the end was near, that death would be the price When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ And I cried “oh Lord forgive me, don't let it happen now I want to live for you alone, oh God these words I vow”

Bridge: Lefty Frizzell, “Long Black Veil”

She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me

Harrow the Ninth:

1. Hank Williams, “I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive”

Every thing's against me and it's got me down If I jumped in the river I would probably drown No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive

2. Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris, “Those Memories Of You”

In dreams of you, my body trembles I wake up and call your name But you're not there, and I'm so lonesome Without your love, I'd go insane

3. Hank Snow, “I Don’t Hurt Anymore”

I don't hurt anymore, all my teardrops are dried No more walking the floor with that burning inside Just to think it could be time has opened the door And at last I am free I don't hurt anymore

4. Patsy Cline, “Stop The World And Let Me Off”

Oh, stop the world and let me off I'm tired of goin' round ‘n' round I played the game of love and lost So stop the world and let me off

5. Charley Pride, “Lie To Me”

Oh, lie to me, say you love me Tell me I mean the world to you It would mean so much, I'd be so happy And it's the least you can do

6. Hank Snow, “Ninety Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street)”

Warnin' signs are flashin' by us but we pay no heed Instead of slowin' down the pace we keep picking up the speed Disaster's gettin' closer every time we meet Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street

7. Patsy Cline and the Anita Kerr Singers, “I Can’t Forget”

Where are you, darlin'? Are you with someone new I can't forget you I'll always be loving you

8. Lynn Anderson, “If I Kiss You (Will You Go Away)”

You're so much hurt I wish you wouldn't stay If I kiss you will you go away?

9. Connie Smith, “Once A Day”

Once a day all day long And once a night from dusk till dawn The only time I wish you weren't gone Is once a day, every day, all day long

10. Charley Pride, “Just Between You And Me”

But just between you and me I've got my doubts about it 'Cause just between you and me You're too much to forget

11. Buck Owens, “Hello Trouble”

A comin' up my sidewalk Just as plain as day A well a here come trouble that I never thought I'd see When you went away

12. Loretta Lynn, “Fist City”

You'll bite off more than you can chew If you get too cute or witty You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat A meal that's called Fist City

13. The Davis Sisters, “I Forgot More Than You’ll Ever Know”

You think you know the smile on his lips The thrill at the touch of his fingertips But I've forgotten more Than you'll ever know about him

14. Kitty Wells, “Pick Me Up On Your Way Down” (Charlie Walker’s version is on the Spotify playlist)

When you learn these things are true I'll be waiting here for you As you tumble to the ground Pick me up on your way down

15. Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty, “You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly”

And that's the reason that my good looks and my figure is gone And that's the reason I ain't got no hair to comb And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darling

16. Loretta Lynn, “Who Says God Is Dead”

If I were you I'd kneel and pray 'Cause we're not promised one more day Remember blood was shed Who says God is dead?

17. Patsy Cline and The Jordanaires, “Imagine That”

Can you believe I'd swallow my pride (Well yes, yes, I guess you can) 'Cause you know you've always had my foolish heart Right in the palm of your hand, oh

18. Jody Miller and Johnny Paycheck, “Let’s All Go Down To The River”

Jesus is the man at the river And he's washing people's sins away He can save your soul if you give him control Oh be ready for that judgement day

19. Bobby Bare, “Dropkick Me, Jesus”

Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am Make me a piece in Your master game plan Free from the earthly temptation below I've got the will, Lord, if You got the toe

20. Lynn Anderson, “Heaven’s Just A Sin Away”

Devil's got me now Oh, gone and got me now I can't fight him anyhow I think he's gonna win

Heaven’s just a sin away Oh, just a sin away Heaven help me when I say I think I’m givin’ in

21. Loretta Lynn, “Out Of My Head And Back In My Bed”

I'm gonna search everywhere that you might be When I find you I'm a bringin’ you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the morning comes

22. Johnny Cash, “Big River”

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, Big River And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon nav #tlt #i am 100% expecting for this to entertain maybe five people (two of which have seen it already) and to otherwise go unnoticed #but that's okay because it's a labor of love and every time i either listen to the playlist or look at the damn cover i just start laughing #anyways if anyone has questions about anything on here my ask is open. it's large and somewhat...imaginative in what songs are on here + why #one flesh one end #listen to this

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carissalizz · 4 years ago

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Upstead Valentine's Love Song Challenge ❤️

14th Feb 2021: Valentine's Day!!

3 year old Avery Lynne Halstead came running towards the kitchen when the smell of bacon wafted through the air. She rounded the corner and saw her dad standing over the stove, flipping what looked like her favourite. Pancakes. "Daddy! Daddy!"

Jay turned around and scooped up the little girl in his arms. "Good morning, princess" he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Good mowing daddy. Is pancakes?" Jay chucked at his daughter's pronunciation. Avery was still learning how to pronounce words but she sounded too cute. "Yes, pancakes with bacon and a yogurt parfait. It's Valentine's day and these are your mom's favourite breakfast foods."

"Va-wen-ties day." Avery sounded out. "What?"

"Valentine's day is the day of love. I love mommy very much so today will be special for her." Jay replied as he continued to cook breakfast while carrying little Aves. "How mommy daddy love?" She asked and all Jay could do was smile. He put Avery down but dragged her stool for her to stand on.

"Well Aves, I met your mommy when we were both working. Grandpa Hank's team was there and mommy was on a different team back then. She came and tried to take control but she ended up joining our team to help us. She then stayed and we became partners. Mommy's eyes were so blue and beautiful, that was all I could think after meeting her. Then, when we started working together, daddy and mommy worked super well together. Mommy is so brave and strong when she's at work, yet she is so caring and gentle when she's at home with us. I love that about her."

"Mommy's the best mommy!" Avery exclaimed, loving the story her dad was telling her. They moved towards the kitchen island now that Jay finished cooking and was plating everything.

"Yes she is, baby. Her personality is beautiful. After 4 years of working with her, I finally told mommy how I felt. Actually, she told me first and then we kissed. It felt like magic, you know. Then after a few months, I asked mommy to marry me. I love her so much and when she said yes, I cried."

"Daddy happy cry!" She learnt that from her mom. " Is mommy capey?" Avery pointed to the mug on the counter.

"Mmhm, daddy's going to make mommy her coffee. Everyday since we started working together, I always got coffee for mommy." Jay smiled at that memory, getting coffee with his girl everyday at their favourite cafe before going into work or getting her one on the way in.

The pair continued to prepare the breakfast tray for Hailey that they didn't notice the woman standing in the hallway. She too smelled the food and got up to take a look. What she didn't expect was to hear her husband tell their daughter all about their relationship. It honestly melted her heart that the father-daughter duo were so close, something she didn't have but was glad that her daughter did. They were almost done with breakfast, and knowing what day it was, the older blonde snuck back into the room and laid in bed as she heard the door creak open.

"Happy Valentine's Day mommy!!"

"Wow! Thank you baby girl!" Hailey hugged Avery, who launched herself into her mom's arms, and kissed her on the head.

"Happy Valentine's Day Hails" Jay set the tray of food on the nightstand and made his way to his two girls, careful not to spill any food. Avery got enough of hugging for the morning and wiggled out of her parents' embrace. Jay took this opportunity to capture his wife's lips in a tender kiss, showing her that he still loved her the same as all those years ago, maybe even more. "I love you, so much" he whispered as the broke apart and all Hailey could do was smile as her ocean eyes watered.

"Mommy happy cry?" Avery came as she saw Jay wipe her mom's tears.

"Yes baby, happy cry. Mommy's so happy and so lucky to have you and daddy to celebrate this day of love with."

Jay brought the food over and the family of 3 ate, thoroughly enjoying Jay's cooking. Who'd thought? Jay Halstead, cooking...

"You know" Hailey started, Avery too distracted to notice her parents in conversation. "I heard everything you said earlier to Aves..." Jay's face turned into one of surprise but before he could comment, his partner continued. "Thank you for all the years we spent together. You make me feel as loved as I felt in that bar when you first kissed me. And I will do my best to let you feel all of my love because you deserve the world, Jay Halstead."

Jay beamed, unable to control himself and kissed her once again. They only broke apart when Avery snuggled in between them.

Every year, Hailey Anne Halstead said that that was the best Valentine's Day ever, and this year was no different. With her beloved husband and their beautiful daughter, a perfect blend of the 2 detectives, she definitely was one lucky girl.

Songs:

Beautiful Crazy by Luke Combs

Make You Feel My Love by Adele

Beyond by Leon Bridges

Day 7 (aka the final day) of @upsteadofficial's song prompt challenge. I had so much fun coming up with little one shots and experimenting with different styles in this challenge :) Thank you for supporting hehe.. I didn't think I'd make it to the end so thank you very much! Happy Valentine's Day to all and I hope you enjoyed this too!! 🤗🥰💙🙆‍♀️

#upsteadlovesongs2021 #upstead #chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd upstead #jesse lee soffer #tracy spiridakos #hailey x jay #valentines day

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 3 years ago

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Hi! I was just reading a fic you’d posted a few days ago where Kurt is in a bus crash with his cheerleaders and I was hoping you had more suggestions for bus crashes where Kurt gets hurt

I'm afraid I don't. In the first fic below, Kurt gets hurt in a car accident, and the following two stories Blaine gets hurt in a bus and car. Readers - if you know of others, please leave them in the replies. Thanks! ~Lynne

Everyday by whatIknew [PDF/EPUB]

A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up. One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine. Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.

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Here Comes The Sun by @flowerfan2

AU after 5x02. When the New Directions’ bus crashes before Nationals, Finn is killed and Blaine is badly injured. Grieving and damaged, Kurt and Blaine call off their engagement. This story takes place two years after the tragedy, when Kurt and Blaine run into each other in New York City. Klaine; Blam friendship.

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Chrysalis Verse by @flowerfan2

Just after graduating from NYU, a car accident puts Blaine into a coma. No one expects him to wake up. Almost three years later, Kurt sees a man in a wheelchair who couldn’t be anyone else. A story of love and new beginnings.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #fic finder #car accident #bus accident #hurt/comfort

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 17 Week of April 24, 2023 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: Increasing daylight hours brings about long awaited warmth, lush green grass and beautiful blooms. It also brings about the return of the dreaded lawnmower. As I was mowing down the high blades, I found myself remembering that my mother would often hint not to cut down all the wild flowers on the lawn, realizing the effort it might take to avoid the little patches. But, last week I dragged out the mover and started out like a race car zooming about the yard. I came upon a patch of low-lying lavender blooms and beautiful tall daisies. Good sense says to just buzz them down because they will die off and come back. But I could not. I left beautiful, colorful patches for the bees, and for sweet memories of my mama. She still brings warmth and light into my life. LRMartin

Town of SALEM: Two Cruise-ins this summer: May 13th at 5pm. September 9th at 5pm.

SALEM LIBRARY: Open Monday 10am-6pm– Tuesday-Friday 9am-5pm.

Jottings from Jeannie A Good Sermon: I need sermons to take home and mentally ponder all week. Pastor Turner at SUMC declared that we should think back to our mistakes and be thankful for them. Be thankful for messing up? How could that be? Then Pastor went on to show us that mistakes are opportunities to learn and grow. Children learn the meaning of "HOT-- don't touch" by interacting with the hot stove. Some Corporations look for this quality in new hires: "Are they making enough MISTAKES?" Amazing discoveries evolve from messing up. Think of the man who invented POSTED NOTES. He was trying to invent a strong glue, but his "mistake" is a blessing to us all! Oh! You darlings of Dynamite Road! You Sultans of Salem! Miz Jeannie loves you: No Mistake About That!

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CONSERVATION CORNER: Earth Day: April 22, 1970 was the first Earth Day around the world to recognize the need for environmental awareness and protection. Earth Day should be a part of our everyday lives. We should continually teach children and uncaring adults proper disposal of recyclables and trash. We should teach to re-use items when possible. We should start by refusing or at least limiting purchases of drink products in plastic containers that we just toss away daily and carelessly. What happened to putting a drink or water in a bottle that can be washed and reused when you get home? You will save money daily and start reducing waste on our planet forever.

Honoring the life of Tony Melton on Earth Day. Tony Melton was 64years old when he died a year ago after being forced into retirement by disease. He worked in the PeeDee area and as a Clemson Extension agent who touched the lives of farmers and all people involved with agriculture. He made a difference in people’s lives because he worked “for the people” not Clemson University. When there was a problem he helped find a solution. Tony believed in Organic mulch. Mulch is your broken down leaves, wood chips and vegetable scrapes that help create rich nourished soil. LRM

Scenic Highway 11: I now notice houses on top of a mountain, where trees once stood. That is not my definition of scenic. Possibly “obscenic.” Oconee County does not have any protection in place on (what is supposed to be) Scenic Highway 11. Pickens County is raising awareness and has begun land protection. I have heard the reason is because they do not want to be like Oconee County. To know more about land protection or how you can help please email this paper.

Thanks to all who participated in the Earth Day litter pick up. If you were unable to attend, you can still do your part by picking up litter everywhere you go and teach others to do the same. It can stop with each of us making a difference.

Ashton Recalls by Ashton Hester: Here's the next installment of Pauline Kelly Cannon's story: DAR SCHOOL STUDENT FROM 1942-46 RECALLS EXPERIENCES (Sixth Installment of Pauline Kelley Cannon's memoir) - In the school building, the grammar school classes for the first through the seventh grades were on the top floor, and the high school classes for the eighth through the eleventh grades were on the bottom floor. The twelfth grade was not added until 1947. . .Before classes began, we had chapel services in the auditorium. . .The auditorium was also used for multiple other purposes. Rummage sales would be held there, and some of the girls would help sort the clothes and then help conduct the sale. Sometimes Mr. Cain would rent a movie and we would all go to the auditorium to watch it. We would also have live performances on the stage including square dances and folk dances. There was a folk dance that I really liked called "Paul and His Chickens". . .The Cains had three girls, Lyrlene (who was called "Eenie"), Silvia (who was called "Sweet") and Helen. Lyrlene was in New York most of the time studying opera. Silvia was studying dance, and she taught us girls to tap dance and do the polka, jitterbug, and several ballroom dances. We had loads of fun learning these dances. We also had a boy named Morris Carter who could buck dance real well. Mr. Cain loved to watch him. We also had glee club in the auditorium. . .Church services were also held in the auditorium each Sunday morning. Speakers from four different denominations would conduct the services on an alternating basis--Baptist, Presbyterian, Methodist and Catholic. In months that had five Sundays, there would be a speaker from another denomination. Everyone had to go to church unless they were sick.--TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK

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OCONEE MOUNTAIN OPRY: Saturday, May 20, 2023 at 7pm. Tickets $10. ENAC presents a unique variety and evening of Local and Regional talent with comedy and old-time, home-town fun.

Christian Radio 96.7: Fill your day listening to encouraging news and song. Christians do not have perfect lives. Our lives are tested every day. Fill your mind, your heart, and your ears with hope and strength through others who are going through the trials you might be facing. 2 Corinthians 4 “who encourages us in all our trials, so that we can encourage others in whatever trials they may be undergoing with the encouragement we ourselves have received from God.” We can “help carry one another’s burdens” to fulfill the scriptures. Galatians 6:2

Prayer: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; wisdom to know the difference. Amen Author: Reinhold Niebuhr ( 1892-1971) Send your church news or a story you like to share to [email protected]

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Grounded, Chapter 10: Dreams

A Coffee House Fic inspired by a prompt from awesomegreentie.

We started off with a T rating, but who are we kidding here? It’s me. So, the rating has been moved up to M at Chapter 5.

Chapters in Order: Introductions - Invitation - Stroll - Alchemy - Dayspring - Distraction - Lost - Firelight - Monday - Dreams

Or, read it on fanfiction.net here.

Grounded | Chapter Ten: Dreams | by Lynn Saunders

The Tuesday before Christmas dawns cold and grey, and John watches the sunrise as he sits before the shop’s hearth with his morning tea, struggling a bit to meet the day. William looks surprised to find him there quite so early after closing so late the evening before, but he doesn’t comment on the matter. They really must hire someone else on, and soon.

Anna’s over a week gone, and John has scarcely slept since she’s been away. He trudges home late in the evenings, tie askew, and sinks onto the couch in his sparsely furnished flat to doze for a few hours before rising early to do it all over again. His split with Vera did not leave him with much in the way of quality furnishings, and what little he did take with him has mostly been used to lend a personal touch to the tasteful rusticity of the coffee house. The little shop is the first thing he’s truly been able to make all his own. But his apartment feels cold, the freshly painted walls stark and bare, and it’s not yet truly a home for him. It’s pale and blank, a new slate that he hasn't yet gotten around to writing on - not like Anna’s flat, which is warm and cheerful and utterly her.

He’s a bit surprised to find that it’s difficult to sleep without Anna snugged in safely against him. He craves her scent and the warm press of her body in the dark. He tosses and turns in the night, restless and brooding. But when sleep does finally find him, he dreams of a faerie with golden hair, her eyes blue as the sea. She awaits him eagerly in a small hothouse in mid-winter, dressed all in white. In the dream, their meetings are secret, and her love for him is certain. This morning, the taste of the dream maiden’s lips had lingered on his even after he awoke feverish and shaky, lost between worlds for a moment and struggling to remember which was real.

The church bell down the street chimes out the hour, and John rises and stretches. He retrieves his mobile from the mantle and sends Anna a photo of the blazing fire, then tucks the phone into his pocket with a small smile. He doesn’t expect her home for a few days yet, but it’s safe to say she hasn’t forgotten him. Two evenings ago, their goodnight phone call had ended with her breathlessly sighing his name.

I was thinking of the other night, he’d said. Of having you against the door.

He’s never been brave enough to give voice to such delicious thoughts before, never had someone so eager to listen. Her response to his secret whispers in the dark was the definition of unforgettable.

He finishes his tea with a smirk, then readies for the day, tying on an apron and washing his hands. He surveys the stock of pastries and resolves to make more fresh cinnamon buns, but it will have to wait until the morning rush dies down. For the next two hours, the bells on the front door jangle consistently.

Business is good. More than good. He feels utterly blessed to have this place, but beyond that he feels a sense of deep pride in his work. Is this what it’s like to love what you do? He realizes with a start that this is the first path he’s truly chosen for himself, rather than one he pursued out of habit, pressure, or obligation. In his old life, he might be tempted to focus on all the work that still looms ahead, or to wait for the other shoe to drop. He would’ve been too hesitant to venture into business ownership, too pessimistic. But more than anything else, being wounded showed him just how fleeting life is. That’s what made him put down the bottle and start living life again. And Anna? He certainly would’ve never imagined that he deserved the company of someone this lovely or, for that matter, someone this kind. Finally, he’s starting to believe.

Anna dreams of John in a different time. They sit at a long table in a bustling room she doesn’t quite recognize, yet she somehow knows it all the same. The room smells of coffee and warm, brown bread. Breakfast china rattles over bits of conversation. Beside her, John is clean-shaven and polished and proper. This image of him stands in stark contrast to what she knows he is capable of in the dark. He gives her a furtive glance, and she attempts to hide her flush behind her teacup. Her delicate wedding band is hidden safely away beneath her frock, nestled against her breastbone on a simple gold chain. Her cup clinks into its saucer, and she brings a hand up to absently trace the outline of the ring through the fabric of her dress. No one can know, not yet. John’s leg presses against hers beneath the table, out of view of the others.

The others?

But the room is gone now, replaced with the glow of a fire and the slip of fine linens against her bare skin. John’s thick fingers glide along her back as she rests, snugged against his chest. She’s long been sated, and now sleep calls. As her eyes drift shut, her mind flashes on the rustling of willow fronds and the taste of fresh cider, of mistletoe on the arch of an old oak door, of the earthy smell of a conservatory in midwinter and the sound of pottery shattering in the dark.

The company car rocks gently as it pulls onto Anna’s street, and her eyes blink open. Her mind fumbles for the thread of that intriguing dream, but the more she reaches for those memories, the further they slip away. John in an old-fashioned waistcoat and sleeves, she thinks with a grin. Something about a greenhouse… and then a feeling - one of bittersweet, quiet, and steadfast love. It is safe and warm, and… familiar? Anna shakes her head with a confused sigh.

The homes on Anna’s street are cheerful, dotted with wreaths and holiday lights. In the west, the sky is painted purple and crimson in the waning daylight. The car pulls to a stop at her door, and she draws the edges of her coat closed before stepping out into the nipping winter air. She’s so looking forward to being in her own flat and her own bed, to seeing her grumpy old three-legged cat… and her hot barista.

She checks her mobile - still no service. Ah, well. When she’d spoken briefly with John last evening, her plans called for staying in London at least another day or two. However, this morning’s presentation had gone surprisingly well, and when Mary spoke of sending Anna home ahead of schedule, she’d jumped at the chance.

The driver hurries around to help her with her bags, and she tips him generously before climbing the short flight of stairs to her apartment. Even with both bags in hand, Anna unlocks the door to her flat with practiced ease. Castle comes running and leaps onto the kitchen counter with a delighted chirp. She scritches him and shakes some crunchies into his bowl.

Tacked to the fridge is a note from Gwen.

I continue to be Castle’s favorite person to torment. The beggar knocked the treat bag off of the counter and ate half. He then vomited in the hall and stared haughtily as I cleaned it up.

XO, G

Castle blinks innocently from the kitchen counter, and Anna gives him a disapproving look. She makes a mental note to take her friend for drinks ASAP to make up for it.

Gwen has left the week’s mail on the countertop, and Anna sorts the contents quickly while she waits for the shower to run hot. She happily sheds her travel clothes and steps under the spray with a relieved sigh, washing the muck of the day away. Oh, but there’s so much to do. She needs to go for groceries and work on the laundry, to put the finishing touches on a project before the firm closes for the holidays. But as she lingers in the steam of the shower, allowing the heat to sink into the delicate muscles of her neck and shoulders, she finds it impossible to care about those mundane tasks. Her mind drifts instead.

She thinks of last week, of John’s long fingers moving between her thighs, patiently coaxing her pleasure. She had melted into his embrace, her slick back pressed to his front, her head lolled against his chest. He had turned her then, lifting her solidly against the chilly shower tile and marking her neck with his lips as he pushed into her. His strong arms held her fast while she sighed his name and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. His teeth had trailed behind her ear just so. She reaches lazily up to press her fingertips to the spot, daydreaming until the water begins to cool.

Yes, all the trappings of everyday life can wait. She has a very particular craving that only one thing can satisfy.

John rushes to open the shop’s door ahead of William, who is carefully balancing three full pastry boxes, their largest order of the day. He steps out to meet the chill of the December evening, and William follows, passing gingerly through the doorway. They work together to arrange the pastry boxes safely in the floorboards of the waiting car.

The customer is Beatrice, one of John’s mother’s friends from church, and she reaches up to pat his arm affectionately. “Thank you, Dear.”

He smiles down at her. “I hope you enjoy them.”

“Oh, the kids will love them!”

She waves to William as he ducks back through the shop’s front door. The neon ‘open’ sign blinks out shortly afterward, and they watch for a moment as William goes about closing duties without having to be asked.

“He’s a hard worker,” John says. “Thank you for sending him my way.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve known his family for ages, and of course with his mother’s passing he needed something closer to home for a while. He’s all his dad has left now.” She shakes her head sadly. “But, I’m so happy you two get on so well. I hear there was a less pleasant fellow working here who has recently moved on.”

John laughs. “Yes, but that’s fine by me. Better the two of us work harder than have a third who rocks the boat. But if you know of anyone else who needs steady work, please send them my way.”

She thinks for a moment. “I may have just the young lady in mind. She’s young and a bit new to church, but she seems reliable. She was such a help with the bake sale.”

He draws a card from the breast pocket of his button-front shirt. “Please have her come by. William and I are managing, but barely. As it is, he needs a large bonus… and a holiday.”

She chuckles, then takes a conspiratorial step closer. “Now, let me hear all about this Anna. Margaret tells me you two are quite the item.”

John gives a somewhat embarrassed chuckle. His mother definitely cannot be prevailed upon to keep any secrets. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

“You suppose?” She tsks with mock disapproval. “Well don’t you be shy. Bring her ‘round to see us for tea soon.”

He gives a vague promise, and John waves as Beatrice pulls away from the curb. As the taillights fade in the distance, he takes a moment to stand still, to close his eyes and simply breathe in the icy air. There’s been no new snow today, but there’s still a satisfying icy crunch underfoot, and he remembers his first stroll home with Anna, the first brush of her lips against his cheek. That was only two weeks ago, yet somehow this thing between them feels both ancient and new.

It’s a bit odd that he hasn’t heard from her today, and it dawns on him that he’s not been the least bit concerned about what that uncharacteristic lack of contact means for their burgeoning relationship. In the past, he’s had what Vera would have called a jealous streak. But underneath that superficial explanation was truly only worry, a deep-seated fear that he won’t measure up, that he’s undeserving. But he feels none of that with Anna. Everything between them has come so naturally.

He takes one more moment to enjoy the quiet solitude of the winter evening, then turns to help William close up for the night. But he doesn’t quite reach the door. His breath is caught in his throat, and for a moment he stops and stares, blinking in delighted disbelief. Anna. The streetlamps catch her golden hair even through the frozen haze of the December evening. She’s supposed to be miles away, yet here she is on his street instead, making her way toward him with a very particular look in her eye. He sees warmth reflected there, mischief, and an intoxicating, velvety undercurrent of desire. He catches her up in an embrace, and she giggles as he lifts her off of her feet. God, he wants so badly to be the one who inspires that sound from now on. He breathes her in, feels the thrill of it deep in his chest, then remembers himself and returns her gently to the ground.

“Why didn’t you say you were coming?” he asks with a grin.

“I didn’t know until today.” Her eyes dance as she reaches up to straighten his tie. “That, and my mobile has been out of service all afternoon. But… I’ve brought you something that may make up for it.”

At his quizzical look, she reaches into her coat pocket and brings out a sprig of mistletoe, twirling it in her fingers for a moment, raising an eyebrow. He tugs her close in response, kissing her gently in the arch of the shop doorway until she begins to shiver in his arms. Later, as he sifts his fingers through her hair in her bedroom in the dark, she’ll tell him she wasn’t cold, not exactly. It’s the intensity of his touch that’s making her tremble. But he doesn’t know that now, and he ushers her quickly into the cheerful warmth of the coffee house. Muted sounds from the kitchen radio filter down the hall, and he can hear the clinking of silverware as William washes the dishes. He presses another soft kiss to her lips before locking the door and pulling the shades in turn.

“I need to-” he begins, but she places a gentle hand on his chest with a nod.

“Finish your work.” She smiles up at him. “I’ll still be here.”

He brings the back of her hand to his lips for a moment, then turns to join William in the kitchen. Together, the men make quick work of the evening chores. Soon the dishes are dried and the countertops gleam once more. William finishes the mopping while John reviews the checklist for tomorrow, smiling at the sheer volume of holiday orders.

As he pulls on his coat to leave, William glances down the hall toward Anna, then gives John a nod of decided approval. “It’s good to see you happy, Mr. Bates.”

John clears his throat a bit self-consciously, but he’s touched. “I think I am, truly… for the first time in a long while.” He pauses just a moment before adding, “now, run on home. We’ve another early day tomorrow.”

“You two don’t stay up too late,” William says with a wink as he pulls his cap down snug over his brow and disappears through the shop’s rear door.

John only laughs and shakes his head in response.

When he returns to the front room with a cup of cocoa to share, Anna is warming herself by the waning coals of the banked fire. The shop lights are low, and the sight of her silhouetted in the amber glow of the stone fireplace tugs at a quiet, yearning place deep within him. Anna just feels so… familiar, his mind echoes. It’s as if they’ve spent countless evenings sharing a hearth and a bed, perhaps across times and places he will never know or understand, but always - always - with the same indescribable current arcing between them.

She smiles up at him as he passes her the mug, and he eases onto the sofa, drawing her near. She takes a sip and gives a satisfied hum that makes the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. They watch the embers pop and spark for a moment as the kitchen radio plays on in the distance.

“How was London?” He presses a kiss to her temple.

“Good, actually.” She takes another sip of cocoa and passes him the mug. “Well, more than good, I think. It might mean a promotion.”

“Well done!” He squeezes her hand with genuine affection and pride, then adds cheekily, “Will you have a corner office, then?”

“No…” She grins up at him. “And nothing’s decided yet, but… on that topic, there is a favor I need to ask you.”

“Oh yes?”

“You see, there’s this company holiday party. Fancy dress and all that, and I’ll be needing a date…”

“Dancing and cocktails and a suit?”

“Well, probably not dancing… but the rest of it, yes.”

“No dancing? Pity, that.”

“I expect you’ll be relieved.” She taps his chest playfully with the back of her hand, and he realizes she thinks he’s joking.

He imagines Anna in a low-cut gown, his fingers gliding along the curve of her back as they savor the anonymity of a darkened dance floor. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

John smiles conspiratorially and moves their shared mug to the safety of the little coffee table. He rises carefully, then pulls Anna gently to her feet. She smiles shyly at him as he takes her hand and leads her down the shop’s hallway in the dark. The familiar rooms are bathed in shadows, and she clings to his hand like a lifeline. In the kitchen, he pauses to adjust the volume on the little radio, filling the room with the mellow, rolling notes of a jazz piano.

“Come here,” he says, his voice rough and low.

She giggles as he pulls her easily into his embrace, and they sway together in the dark, his right hand perfectly fitted to the small of her back. Thank goodness for heels, she thinks dreamily. Moving together this way, she’s just tall enough to rest her forehead against his broad chest. He tucks her hair behind her ear and tips her chin up to meet him, stooping to graze her lips with his. His large hands slide beneath the hem of her sweater, blazing a path up the curve of her spine. She hums happily, and she feels his answering smile against her temple.

She finds the quiet confidence in his touch intoxicating. She’s enamored with the pleasing stoutness of his body, the thickness of his chest and shoulders, the way he gazes at her so intently as they move together. She’s never been this easily turned on, this revved up. She’s fallen hard and fast, no question, but this thought doesn’t alarm her. Instead, she feels emboldened by her desire. When she rises on tiptoe to kiss him, he tastes not just of cinnamon and chocolate, but of something deeper and richer, a comforting memory she cannot place. And as the song begins to fade, they hold fast to one another, lighting a fire between them as they dance together in the dark.

Author’s notes:

I’ve not written in a long while. I worry it shows. Thank you for being patient while I knock the rust off.

Anna and Bates dance to Turn Me On by Nora Jones.

Thanks to @awesomegreentie and @gelana78 for quick-beta!

#grounded #anna and bates #anna x bates #Banna #downton abbey fanfiction #anna smith #john bates #coffeeshopau #alternate universe #sticky

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write fic based on the song let her go by passenger. Have you ever seen “If I stay”? Maybe something like that but Andy Barber x reader. You can choose the ending! Stay safe!!

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst, Coma Summary: You were in a car accident, the trauma caused you to be in a coma for who knows how long. Doctors know you’re unstable, but having your outer-body experience, you can see and hear those people around you. But they can never hear or see you. Your husband doesn’t take it so well, memories flooding and he gave up everything for you. It was now your choice to stay or not.

REQUESTED: I honestly think this is so sad for me and I wasn’t sure if you were wanting a daughter or wifey fic. So I made it into a wife fic. If any of you want a remake for a daughter part, I can do that.

It may be short, but I honestly think this was a great request. The song is beautiful.

The ending will be horrible, but not just by my writing. It’s the sadness. This was a good distraction for me. Thank you.

You were heading back from New York. A small business trip wasn’t hurting you much to home. Sure, your family lived in New York, you had someone special at home. He called you at that moment when you said you were coming back in time for lunch. He was telling you all about his day at work after he asked how you were doing.

“How is it back there?” He asked. You tried not to go over the speed limit to reach home quicker, it was scary enough to see snow fall during January. “Well... freezing,” You laugh, “But I might be able to get there soon.”

You could hear him laugh on the other end, “Well, you be careful.”

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow. Only know you love her when you let her go. After a couple more minutes of speaking, Andy had gotten another call from what sounded like his boss, Lynn. You then sat in your seat for the next hour, hands on the wheel like you were on a mission. The heat never bothered you when you had it on since you got in. You’ll know the temperature will go up a little in Newton.

The roads were a little wavy, every turn was almost unexpected, but luckily you were going slow to notice them. The snow seemed to get thinner and thinner. The ground was slick, your tires were barely new. They lose their grounding from every time you drove on harsher roads and you needed to get new ones anyway.

You just a couple miles from Newton and you wanted to call Andy. You searched for his number on the small screen above the radio. Glancing for a split second, you hear someone come towards your car. A truck drove off from its lane and you could hear the sounds of glass shattering.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low. Only hate the road when you're missing home. Only know you love her when you let her go. And you let her go.

What felt like an eternity, you thought you’d never wake up. Feelings around you were nothing, you woke up on the cold ground. Your fingertips never caught a cold, not even your own breathing could be seen in the air. You hear chattering by the road, where you see people walking around.

You picked up your feet and walked over to the accident and saw the crash. Your car drove off the road, it collided with a tree and the front of the window had shattered. The driver’s side door was opened.

“We need a trauma team!” Someone called, you let out a disbelief exhale towards the frantic people. “Hello? Excuse me?” You call out to them, none of them responded. “Please. Where-? Hey!” You call out to the next. They all ignored you, like you were invisible.

You hear clattering behind and hear two people talk, “We gotta take her to the Newton General.”

“Better get going then,” The woman says. You rush over to the gurney and saw yourself on the bed. Eyes closed, your cheek cut and your knuckles were bruised and bleeding. You let out a gasp and reached for your mouth, keeping what felt like you were gonna scream. You felt like you couldn’t. “No... This...” Your head turns to the other car who turned on its side.

You couldn’t tell if that person every made it.

“Hurry,” You hear the woman say, you followed yourself on the gurney and hopped in the back of the ambulance. The man closed the back and jumped in the front. All you did was stare at your own body on the gurney. The woman found ways to treat you, putting on a mask over your face. She stuck needles in your arm, kept checking your pulse every once in a while.

Sitting there what felt like hours, coping with what your mind was going. A roller coaster wanting to make you sick. There was no point into getting the woman’s attention, you couldn’t grab anything. You tried tapping your own self’s arm and head trying to wake your unconscious self up.

You pinched yourself thinking you’re dreaming. Nothing. Were you dreaming? If you were, you would’ve waken up by now. “Wake up,” You urged, you pinched yourself again, “Wake up, Y/N. Wake up...” You closed your eyes and felt tears pool in your eyes, “Wake up, please...” You opened your eyes and saw the medics rush your body out of the back.

Quickly, you followed them and tried your best to chase after them. You dodged every body that walked in your path. People clamoring over each other to treat you. They take you into the emergency room and once you dart for the open doors, they close on you. Your hands slap onto the doors, seeing them lift you onto the table and people began to dress for what they were prepared to do. Once you pull away, you read the clear sign with words printed on.

COMA 1 No cell phones allowed in patients room.

A gasp barely came out, your hands lift from the doors. Turning away, all you could do was sit outside on the ground. Knees pulled up to your chest as you quietly cried. You felt weak to have tears run down your face, like you were never to do anything. Hours had passed and you see the doctors come out and you took the advantage and slipped in between the doors before they closed and you stood at the end of your body.

Tubes were attached to you that were attached to machines. Your heartbeat monitor was going off quietly. It seemed to get louder in your ears, it was started to make you think this was real. The monitor gets cut off by the chattering and the door being pulled open from someone.

You turn and your face drops, “Andy.”

“Y/N.” His eyes were hurt and filled with worry. Your heart seemed to crumble when his eyes never met yours. They were on your unconscious body. His coat hanging on his forearm, he made his way over to your self. He places his coat on the ground, not even caring on how the floor could be dirty, he got down on one knee and took your hand in his.

You could almost feel it in yours when he stared at your closed eyes. “I’m here, Y/N...” He whispers, “I’m here.” You slowly made your way to the other side of you. His other hand covered yours in between his as if you could feel his love just by a simple touch.

And you could.

He lowers his head, “I’m sorry... I’m...” He lifts up his head and his hand removes itself to lay on your side. You slowly sat down in the seat across from him. The only thing separating you two was you in a coma. This all felt too real. You couldn’t cry, not even speak to him. Like someone had ripped your throat out. “Andrew.”

His head turns toward your direction, but it remained low. You reach over to touch his hand. You couldn’t grasp his hand in yours, you couldn’t feel his touch under yours. The warmth and love from his hands. But you could see it in front of you. His love to just hold you there, to keep you warm and let you know he’s there.

After hours of being with him, Andy had left before 8pm. You saw him drive off but that didn’t take long for you to go home. You walked over there for an hour and a half. You didn’t feel tired but it felt like you needed it. You didn’t hear from doctors about how long you could be in a coma for. Was it your decision to choose that?

You were lucky to head into the back of the house and find the door open. You walked in and heard what sounded like Andy’s sobs. You peered around the corners, reaching about halfway in the house, you turned to see him on the ground.

Hair tousled in stress and sadness. It was overwhelming for you than it was for him. You were gone to him, but to you, you couldn’t tell him you were still there for him. Have anyone listen to you. See you. No, he didn’t have a lot of friends and you were only there for him.

You stood by his side from now on.

One Week Later...

Everyday, he’d spend his days at the hospital. You didn’t come home to him a lot. You only visited him that day when you first got to the hospital. You were trying ways to get your conscience to wake itself up. You attempted to say to God you needed to go back.

Nothing worked. You tried shaking yourself, pinching, hitting things around. You screamed once and nothing happened. You needed to wake up but you had no idea how to.

The day you followed Andy back to your home. You noticed how he was ordering himself takeouts. You see him take the whiskey from the top cabinet and pour himself a small glass. He stared the surface on the table, his chopsticks stuck to his fingers like he was tensed now. His frown never removed with a smile or grimace. You turned to the living room to see what he had done.

Only to see you and Andy on the couch, laughing. His arm around your shoulder, your legs thrown over his with a gray blanket over you two. The lights were on, giving you the thought on how bright you two were. Andy from the table seemed to darken the room once he appeared in your view. The memory disappeared in front of you as he sat down on the couch with his drink in hand. Another was poured after the other. Till the clock struck 11.

Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you'll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch surely dies

That night, you followed him to your own bedroom. The sheets already moved from the night before, giving you the realization that he struggled sleeping. His lamp was on in the room. He wore casual, comfy clothes and slipped into bed so deliberately.

You watched as he leaned on his side to reach for his book. You remembered he read that every night. You remembered when he read it to you. You see the lights surge to their fullness and see you in bed with Andy. His book in hand while you snuggled next to him. His voice soft and low, you never gotten annoyed by his words.

How they fell out of his mouth like nothing. Words he could define so easily like he was a dictionary. With a soft sigh, he finished off the last chapter and closed the book on his thumb. “One more chapter?” You hear yourself ask him. Andy grins down at you and opens it again.

“All right, one more and we go to bed.”

You see the lights decrease their brightness and see that Andy didn’t bother to read the first word in the book and closed it. You watched as he put the book back on his nightstand and shuffled onto his back. Staring at the ceiling, expecting something to happen. You couldn’t read his thoughts, but you knew you were glued into his mind.

You and Andy had been together ever since you two were 18. 20 years later, you’re laying on a separate bed as he lays in a colder one. An empty home that he couldn’t no longer call it that without you. The neighbors liked you two. You were the youngest couple in the neighborhood. High school sweethearts, everyone adored you two.

Now, Andy walks alone on the sidewalk, hand freezing and unlaced with another. You don’t know how many times he’s heard those same five words.

“I’m sorry about your wife.”

Everyone just stared and could only watch a guy without no friends, a good job and end up without someone he loved.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark Same old empty feeling in your heart Love comes slow and it goes so fast Well you see her when you fall asleep But never to touch and never to keep 'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep

You walk over to your side of the bed and slowly got in bed with him. You couldn’t pull the covers to join his warmth. You see him stare at the ceiling, the moonlight shining through the open bathroom, you could see the glistening in his eyes. Carefully, you shifted closer to him, still not meeting his touch. You still couldn’t feel his warm body.

You could just feel the weight of him under you. Your hand places just above his heart, you look up to him with the same wet eyes as you tried to hide your sobs. “I’m sorry, Andy.”

The next days, Andy visited your unconscious self once again. That day you felt weaker. Your hands started to feel cold this time. Your feet that were bare throughout your time started to get cold, too. You could still hear your heart monitor beep. You began to hear your own heart beat in your ears.

Slowly.

You breathing was getting slower. As if you were calm. Relax. Andy held your hand like you were gonna wake up to feel him near. You couldn’t feel his hand on yours. You sat on the edge by your self’s arm on the other side of where Andy sat. He lifted himself up to place his hand on your forehead and place his lips just below his hand.

You grinned weakly.

One last time, he lowered his head to press it to yours. His eyes closed to think of you in front of him smiling. “I’m sorry...” Your fingers began to feel numb. Your eyes got weaker by the second. With that you closed your eyes and rested your head.

Andy lowered his head and let out a sigh. The sound of the heart monitor began to slow down. Andy lifted his head up when the monitor made a continuous beep. Like a siren ringing in his ears, his heart drops and he immediately rushes out for a nearby doctor.

He shouted for assistance and doctors came in. They made Andy leave the room, pushing him into a different section. He pushed himself away from running back to you as they tried to find ways to bring you back. His hands grip his hair and his lip trembles. Just after that, he crumples to the ground.

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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Before Dawn ~ Pt2~

Hii!! This is part two of my new series. I hope every one of you like it, I'll be tagging the story with it's title so it's easier to find.

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder

@wakatosji I figured I should tag you but if you don't want me to tag you its alright, I don't want to be annoying ❤️

Comfort tea

"Ew?" First goes Lynne. Her face is contorted with a puzzled expression as she lifts her eyebrow to Petra's sudden requiry.

"Well, yeah, kinda" Nanaba shoots a glare to Nifa, as if judging her for her choice of words before she simply brushes the question with waving her hand. Seconding that, as if she knows what you were about to say a few moments before she sets her blue set of eyes on you. A gulp finds its way down your throat as her cold gaze pierces through your body and it's not long until you get the message. The girls' voices echo through your head as if you're listening from afar for you're drunk in your own thoughts.

For instant, you hate the fact that the first time you try to willing open up about a new feeling, you're overshadowed. The urgent need to spill your guts on the subject becomes more prominent by every single minute passing and yet you force yourself to keep it in. You're not about to physically burst your guts like a corpse under the hot summertime sun because of your emotions, so you should be fine if you collect your impatient self.

"Shut up Petra, I'm serious." A playful chuckle leaves Lynne's mouth.

Maybe, it's the fact that Nanaba knows you too well that lifts some weight off of you for now when at the same time she's stopping you from saying something you'll regret. And thus, you bite your lip and reluctantly decide to ignore the throbbing of your own thoughts.

"He handpicked me for his squad!"

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Oddly enough you don't feel any jealousy creeping in your system by hearing Petra's words thanks to Nanaba putting you in your place. Even though, you're sadly reminisced of various scenes of your past where you've been in this very position after your mother has barked at you to stay in place you utter not a single word. Your head almost always automatically goes blank so you're not taken aback by your lack of reaction. Whatever Petra says you're sure going to overthink later, when sleep won't be willing to take you for the night.

"Captain really needs someone else in his squad right? Everyone has five members and he has four. (Y/n) why are you even in Mike's team, you could fill this blank right?"

"It's a special operations squad Nifa you dummy! He handpicked everyone!" Petra's adorable bunny smile is directed towards Nifa this time who gives her a cute puckered smirk of approval in return. It's almost too precious of an interaction for you to miss.

"Mike handpicked (y/n), right after me." Nanaba's voice bores casually into conversation while she takes her eyes away from her plate and lands them onto you. "So, what were you about to say?"

"Uhm" Your mind trails back to today's most random event "Henning imitated Tomas after I said good morning and scream 'nice tits (y/n)'. I totally gave him the finger." This simple choice of words helps avoid any unnecessary drama in your girls group. At least you had some dignity not to throw hands over a man anyways.

_____

"Hange stop squishing my cheeks, I can't sit with the higher ups."

"But you did last week!"

"You dragged me!"

Hange's response is only a silent hmf followed by her ever so memorable toothy mischievous grin. She begins taking steps towards you that only increase as one foot follows the other. Despite not being in a playful mood, you decide that running seems to be the best thing to do in the moment to get yourself away from her. If she catches you, she's dragging you with her once again.

Your heart is erratically pounding in your chest as you sprint down the many hallways of the headquarters, out of breath and dizzied by hunger. You reluctantly pause for a second to catch your breath amidst waiting for the inevitable to happen. Devil sure works hard but Hange and her determination work harder, you're reminded of that everyday, you tell yourself, not only when her hand lands onto your shoulder. You mentally punch yourself in the throat for not keeping your body in a better shape.

"I am not letting you starve again, let's go!"

All while during dinner you converse with Mike and Erwin on shortage of hygienic and sanitary products, something that concerns the commander excessively. Soldiers' access to basic necessities is always a top priority in the Scouting Region and commanders are to always tend to their needs. Erwin is and should be no different.

Levi seems to have his mind in your conversation and ignores Hange entirely while she's speaking some Titan nonsense to him. His eyes often widen when Erwin expresses concern on lack of soap and talks about his predictions on its practical annihilation, but it's only what you utter next that grabs his attention enough for him to turn his head in your direction.

"We can make soap. We don't have to keep putting orders for it to be made. I was taught to make soap at home and I'm sure many other girls know."

Silence spreads fast as if a traveling shadow on sunset on the table after you speak. Erwin's batting his eyes in yours, Mike too and Levi looks at you with that usual unamused expression of his. How come they had never thought about that?

Well probably because it wasn't always that there was such shortage in almost fucking everything.

"My office after dinner, cadet." Levi speaks, breaking the silence with his stern sounding voice. "There's something I need to discuss with you."

"Yes sir!" You reply in a heartbeat with a small bow of your head.

Not long after, the distinguishable tone of the curfew bell fills the air, making most soldiers get up from their seats instantly. Levi sits still in his spot as his fellow higher ups bid him with farewells and goodnights to which he replies with casual, nonchalant hums. Upon seeing most of the plebe has left he orders you to stand up and follow him.

He can't help but take a few vague looks of you with the corner of his left eye and he wonders if you do the same from time to time as you march behind him. It doesn't take long for the two of you to reach his quarters, but when you do he takes a stand to unlock the door before proceeding to let you in, him following asuit behind you.

"Here have a seat." He offers unsure of where to point to except for the dark colored loveseat near his desk. "I wanted to know how you even took the knife out of my hands." He watches as your facial expression turns into something along the lines of an almost undetectable disgust and sorrow, your brows forrow and your lips pucker. You couldn't hide it even if you wanted to and maybe the fact that he provoked such reaction from you bit suddenly on his gut and kept chewing on it.

"Just because you were a thug, doesn't mean you're the only one who gets to handle a knife you know." You finally answer, scratching and scrunching your nose in uneasiness. Almost mechanically, the next question comes out of his mouth without remorse.

"Oi what does a brat like you want to do with a knife. You don't strike me as the thug type. You're too uptight for that." A few moments later his gut is going to make him regret ever asking you in the first place.

"Uptight? Ugh, why would you even care, I bet your mother didn't try to murder you in your sleep or with any chance she could."

He grits his teeth inside his mouth and immediately closes his eyes in horror. That horrible feeling of his gut being chewed forms into bits and pieces of wild inner comburst within his organs. Though he cannot phantom what you have been through, he is able of making vivid potential images in his mind that will probably contribute to another sleepless night.

He turns to face you in hopes of being able to mouth anything that could cut through the uneasy tension he's created but at the sight of you he's overthrown. That heart breaking sob that leaves your lips, those thick streams of tears down your cheeks, he won't make it if he keeps looking at you in this condition, all he wants to do is scream, for he's witnessed enough cruelty and damage in this world and it seems that it's never enough. Human bloodlust is never enough.

"I'm s-sorry. I just. Why did I say that?" You faintly utter with uncertainty masking your shaky voice.

"It's fine, as long as you get over it." He definitely despises himself because of that line because in the name of heaven and hell how do you simply ask someone to get over such trauma without sounding like an entitled asshole. The motions that his eyes catch in the dim light of his office are skinny, hard but fragile at the same time and they all hint to you wanting to leave, presumably due to the lack of consolation on his part. He just determined he'll do better. You helped Isabel back on the day so he lets you this one.

"I-I'll excu-"

"Do you have any prefered beverages?"

"M-milk tea" you quietly huff. He's not quite sure whether a drink will ease your boiling pain, but at least he's hoping it'll soothe your current state.

His heart is officially aching with agony and pain that refuses to mellow even a notch, even if he begs to any profoundly selfclaimed wall God. Ever since a year ago he's been living within the heart of crime and downgrade garbage, respected for his violent ways and easily feared for his inhuman skills. In that dirty, shit smelling drain, overpopulated with humans or rats -or probably both, he can't possible distinguish them- who piss in any corner they find, he thought he'd seen any gruesome thing a man can do, but that rough melancholy in your eyes convinces him he's so casually wrong.

"I apologise for bringing such subject up, (y/n), here's your tea. Though due to shortages we don't have any milk." You matter him a word of gratitude as he sets the cup next to you. He'll never let you know, but he notices you're surprised by his actions even in that state you're in.

"She's dead. My mother. She died last month and-" you trail off your words "I guess it's more of me being emotionally chained to my abuser." Levi just pops his head in his palms and sighs deeply at the sound of that but never comes to find the right line up his textureless thoughts should take for him to form a sentence.

"Kinda looks like piss don't you think?"

"Huh?" If he could hear your words correctly and not partially because of the turbulence in his mind he would have thought of an instant smart come back.

"The tea, it looks like piss." At the sound, he barely manages to hold in a chuckle.

He knows yet he manages to only scoff in response. "I had to tremendously water it down, be mindful." He opts to suggest always in that bland tone of his.

"Do other people except from us drink it like that?"

"I desperately want to doubt that anyone cares to provide for your golden shower enthusiasm, so no. This is some of my personal stash."

The two of you enjoy your comfort tea in sheer silence. Levi can't take his eyes off of you, not that he's trying to, but he tries to convince himself it's only because you've verbally shared your trauma with him. In return, for some of his, he didn't have to share, you were there to see Isabel's head laying on the blood stained grass with Farlans upper body accompanying it. He wants to speak up, but his mouth is seldomly never in a place to voice out the exact thoughts in his head, so even if he tells you about Kenny and his childhood you never get to hear it. In addition, he's not the one to try and overshadow somebody who speaks about themselves by sharing his experience so the comfortable silence that has sprawled in the whole of his office is more than enough.

______

Here's the deal. Henning likes Lynne, Lynne likes Tomas, Tomas likes you and you like Captain Levi, not that hard to grasp right? As long as no one neglects their soldier duties everything is fine.

It's a plain sunny Sunday in the Survey Corps headquarters. Mike is on a day out, perhaps strolling around the city of Trost in chance of finding any merchant to provide for soldiers necessities, while you're assigned with cleaning his office.

Levi is standing at the doorframe, back pressed upon it with his hands crossed over his chest as he supervises the six of you go. He promised the blond squad leader to keep an eye on his team seeing that things would get heated up pretty easily nowadays, ending up in heated arguments most of the time as well.

Every time his eyes meet yours you avert your gaze away, specifically to the floor you're set on scrubbing until your hands bleed. He can't help but notice it. Small little movements of awkwardness from his part make you tense even if you're oblivious to his awareness of the fact.

"Tch" He tries his best to shake you off the territory you're occupying in his mind. It's not right for him to endulge in something frowned upon after having just received a position as a high rank. That's not his purpose here. Emotions should never color your judgement in battlefield.

"I'm taking a break." You call to the others as you stand from your kneeling position. You pat your hands dry on the sides of your hips and you hope Levi doesn't notice, because you won't see the end of this.

"I'm coming with you! Wait for me." Tomas announces and you respond a soft 'sure' along with a warm smile. "Ah God, I'm so thirsty!" The two of you walk past Levi at the door, but you never spare him a look, in fact you're too invested in your small talk with Tomas to even ask for permission to excuse yourselves.

"Love birds, huh Nanaba?" Gelgar elbows the blonde with puckered his lips, a ridiculous expression plastered on his face. "I wonder how long until we get the good news-"

"Gelgar just shut up."

"What Lynne? Poor Tomas might finally get his chance with the kid."

Lynne loves you and your group of friends deeply. She and Nanaba are probably the big sisters of the group. They've stuck with you, Nifa and Petra through thick and thin, through bloodshed and tragedy, so she's not mad at you for having caught Tomas' attention. With your melancholic youthful face, (h/c) hair that blows softly in the wind, with the way you pucker your lips when you're determined or angry. She's probably mad at herself for never acting on that cadet trainee crush she had on Tomas. She sets her mind on recovering quickly from it.

Despite opening her mouth to speak, she notices it's not her voice that's heard, but in fact it's a deeper, almost nasal one.

"Set to work, tch, don't waste your energy on royal teenage drama."

"Sir! Yessir!"

Irritated, Levi bites the inside of his cheek, without ever changing the look in his eyes. You were kind and behaved well mannered to everyone, that was all. That was was led you to act nice to Isabel and what led her to speak highly of you to him. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"It's alright! Get up" with your eyes shut, you smile at the redhead who's sprawled across the grass while holding out your hand to her. Isabel smiles back and she proceeds to take your hand, taking another chance to spare with you again.

For a few nights she won't shut up about you. How you don't look down on her like other girls do, how you iron her clothes just like her big bro does.

"I'm going to miss her when were free of here, Farlan!" The red head takes a bite of her bread and munches softly on it. Before she even has a chance to speak another word she feels a hand ruffle her hair but notices that Levi's hands are concentrated on the simple task of feeding food in his mouth. She spares you a heart warming smile and wave but you fail to reciprocate as your friends gesture you to sit.

"You're gonna make me miss her too and I don't even know her." Farlan says and places a hand at the top of his head, scratching a soft spot.

"Ahh, big bro! Can we kidnap her!"

"We're not kidnapping anyone. We need to focus on our mission alright Isabel?"

Isabel shushes at this but doesn't fail to shoot you a glare. And this time you respond with a wave. Whatever you lack in word choosing skills you make up for kind acts. She wishes they kidnap you, she needs a female friend anyways.

Hey you there, yes you, thanks for taking time and reading this, I appreciate it more than I can express. If you want to see me write something for you make sure to leave a request in my askbox! Any comments on how you're enjoying the story are also very appreciated. Much love until next time 💕

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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The Parent Trap, Chapter 9 (Biadore) - Henny

A/N: Thank you for the comments, Hennies! Y’all are making me feel like Ariel in the beginning of Little Mermaid 2 :> I missed all of you too! Sorry if there was a problem with the formatting of the previous chapter; completely my fault!

OH, and if you’re confused with the timeline, I’ll simplify it for you:

RPDR Season 6 (filming) ended around Mid-July of 2013 (assuming it takes about a year or so before it is released). January 2014; Roy and Danny started dating. 6 months after that, June 2014, a month after Bianca wins, they get married. A year later, the couple gets baby fever, so they start looking for the perfect surrogate and egg donor. This is where I deflect a bit from the prologue, it takes them until May 2016 to conceive.

TLDR; the fic takes place July 2026, and RPDR is currently airing S19 with THE AS:BoTW filming the very same year . If I had said anything contrary to those stated above, disregard it. This is the new timeline I’m going to follow going forward.

All the love, Hennies!

XOXO, Henny

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“Well, would you be interested in joining the first All-Stars: Battle of the Winners in place of Bianca?”

The way Adore gaped at her phone was almost comedic, mouth opening and closing like a fish. In some way, she’s almost flattered at the fact that Ru called personally instead of a producer. It’s almost very considerate, since the man knew what had gone between Danny and Roy.

“Well, last time I checked, you didn’t crown me, Mama…” Adore adds a teasing tone to her voice, and tries to ignore the nerves that seemed to resurface at the idea of returning back to the competition. It’s been many years since Season 6, and Adore has genuinely forgotten how it feels to be on a platform like that again. Focusing on her music as both Adore and Danny has shifted the focus of her career as a drag queen and performer; and with many seasons passed, she knew her charm has run dry with Drag Race fans.

Ru laughs, the iconic shrill making Adore spiral back into the werkroom. “I didn’t, didn’t I?” He laughs again, and Adore can only imagine him wiping a fake tear. “But, I am planning to release the footage of you and Bianca winning to prove that my decision to invite you has some bearing, at the least.”

Adore inwardly groans again, remembering the night of the finale wherein they filmed the ending of her and Bianca winning together. She feels the ghost of Bianca’s hands squeezing her own as they waved and the sparkly confetti rains and glitters of lights from cameras blinded their eyes; applause and cheers roaring in their ears.

“What will the other queens say? The winners, I mean. It’s not like they’ll consider me a winner, especially the newer queens.” Ever the anxious person that she is, she finds a brush to fiddle with to lessen her anxiety.

“My competition, my rules. Whatever I say goes, Baby. They can say whatever they want, but if they’re smart enough, they’ll pipe up. And, besides…” Ru trails off excitedly, like they were sharing a secret. “Since this is only a Netflix special, I’m only doing the first decade season winners. I’m sure they’ll be nicer to you than recent ones.“

“All of them said yes?”

“All, but one, you already know…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“So, what do you say?”

“I- I don’t know, Ru. I’ll think about it…”

“Of course, let the producers know soon, alright? Filming starts October! Toodles!”

The call ends, and it takes everything in Adore’s willpower not to throw it to the wall. She looks at her phone’s lock screen and sees the beaming face of Portia, and she manages to calm down. She stands up, grabs a pre-rolled joint in her makeup kit, and heads out of the building after shouting to the manager to inform him about her whereabouts. She normally didn’t do this anymore; smoking, hard liquor, and even hooking up with trades that come her way. Portia had completely turned her life around, and so did Roy and Nerissa. “Fuck,” Tears fill her eyes again at the thought of her daughter who she no longer knew, she sniffles as she takes a long drag of her joint and breathing out harshly.

A tall figure looms over her, and with a tap on her shoulder, she nearly doubled over in fear. “What the fuckkk…” She groans, clutching her heart.

“Oh, sorry… Didn’t mean to scare you.” Adore looks up to meet the steel eyes of a blonde stud with a smug smile on his face.

“Shit, I know you…” Adore murmurs in thought, before she remembers “You’re Brooke, right?”

“Brooke Lynn Hytes, yeah.” He flashes her a beautiful, gorgeous smile, pearly whites and all. “…But right now, uhh,” He looks down to his jeans and plain gray shirt, “You can call me, Brock.”

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“Okay, give me another one.” Portia looks at her cards, one five of hearts and the other six of spades. It was really late and they just finished washing the dishes of the entire camp after dinner. Not tired from their post-cry-emotional nap earlier, they had decided to play a game of Blackjack. Nerissa deals her another card, and picks one for herself. Portia peaks at the new card, and sees her nine of spades. She joins the cards together, and places them down in triumph.

“20, let’s see yours, Haylock.”

Nerissa drops her cards, a jack of diamonds, two of clubs, and nine of clubs. “Blackjack, bitchh…” She taunts, laughing at Portia’s dismayed face.

“That’s not fucking fair…” Portia drawls, “That’s your 9th time winning, I think you’re cheating…”

“Oh, please. You just play your cards wrong, and sometimes, I’m just really lucky…” Nerissa beams as she watches Portia fix the cards and put it back in their case, murmuring “I don’t want to play anymore.”

“It’s getting pretty late, too. I think we should go to bed.” Nerissa yawns as she grabs her blanket and tries to settle herself in. Portia agrees before standing up to lock their door; to make sure the windows are tightly shut; and to turn off the light. The moon shines at its brightest, a cool silver light shimmers through their window.

“I know it’s late, but I’m not even remotely sleepy.” Portia comments despite the yawn the escapes her.

“Same here,” Nerissa says with droopy eyes.

“Tell me, what’s Bianca like? No… noo…What’s dad like?” Portia asks, adjusting herself so she faces her sister. The mere idea of having a sister and having Roy Haylock AKA Bianca Del Rio, THE Bianca Del Rio is possibly 50% her dad makes her more giddy than anything in the world.

“Dad is probably the most workaholic person you’ll ever meet. He’ll make time for you, yes. But, you can tell that 75% of his mind is just…” Nerissa sighs, “exhausted, if not thinking about work… He really tries though, he hasn’t missed any of my ballet recitals yet nor any PTAs. He’s as active as a busy parent can be.”

“That’s good, I guess…” A hum of agreement, another yawn.

“And not to mention, the free dresses.” She giggles, “How ‘bout our other dad?” Nerissa turns to lie on her back, thinking about her dad who she hasn’t updated in awhile, even though she promised to do so everyday. A sudden urge to hug her dad courses through her body, and subtle pout forms at her lips at the thought of Roy. She missed her dad, she’s still upset about the whole not-telling-her-she-was-a-twin-thing, but she missed him nonetheless.

“He’s pretty chill. I can do anything I want,”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, my dad’s pretty cool. We have the kind of relationship where I can tell him things and… he can tell me things. He’s my best friend, so we just have fun most of the time.” Portia says with mere awe. “But, it wasn’t always like that. There was a time though where he was pretty down in the dumps; he didn’t really have the best mental health back then and his coping mechanism–”

“Hey, this seems kinda personal. You don’t have to tell me this, okay? Only if you’re comfortable doing so.” Nerissa says, her arm crossing its way to pat Portia’s tummy to stop her thought.

“No, no… You’re my sister, and I trust you enough.”

“Okay, if you’re sure… So you were saying?

“Yeah, so, he didn’t have the best coping mechanism. Alcohol is tricky when it gets out of hand. I didn’t mind at first, because I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t notice the signs because I was so young. It was only one incident, really, when I understood the gravity of it all. Around June, he nearly drank himself to death. I don’t know why he drank severely that night, but I just found him passed out on his own–” Portia chokes as tears start up with the memory of seeing her dad then. “I was only four then, Riz. I didn’t know what death was, but the minute I saw him– It just rationalized so quickly in my head. I called 911 as fast as I could. I didn’t know what I was saying half the time ‘cuz I was just crying.”

Nerissa places a comforting hand on Portia’s arm as the girl tries to fight the sniffles. When Portia manages to barely win against the tears, she continues, “When we were in the hospital, I was with my Grandma and there was another man, I– I don’t know who, from what I can remember– we didn’t know if my dad was gonna make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Porsche.”

“No, no… It’s fine. Just sucks to remember it. But, he managed to pull through, obviously. He hasn’t drank alcohol in years. So, I’m really proud of him, especially in his line of work, it must be so hard.”

“Yeah, as his 50%-chance daughter and for what it’s worth, I’m proud of him, too. “

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When Courtney heard the rumors going around backstage that night, she had about ten shots of tequila before coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t tell Roy. But, funny how alcohol works out.

“Yanxxxxx” Courtney drawls out on her phone that she’s struggling to hold up to her ear. But the effort was there. She has absolutely no idea where she is as she presses her warm cheek to the cold faux leather seat of a couch.

“Bitch, did you really just– What?” Roy rolls his eyes as he looks at his phone that hosts Courtney’s current call and the said-blonde on his couch, drooling and staring off into space.

“I gotta–” hiccup “tell you a ssssecret.” Courtney angles her phone to her mouth, so she’s directly speaking to the phone’s microphone. Roy walks over to the drunk girl, grabs her phone and throws it in her purse. He ends the call on his phone before slipping to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and soaking it with cold water. He gives it a good squeeze to remove the excess water before going back to Courtney and placing the towel on her forehead.

“You’re so lucky Riz isn’t here or I would’ve left your drunk ass in the club.” He mutters in annoyance, even though everyone knew he wouldn’t really do that. He could never let anything happen to any of his loved ones, and god knows Riz has seen Courtney or Shane pissed drunk since she was a toddler.

“No,” Courtney says abruptly, hand swatting away Roy’s hand. “Nooooo…” She continues to drawl. “The secret is Ado…” She leans in close, way too close. Roy gets a harsh flashback and hastily pushes Courtney away. With the push, Courtney plops on her back and passes out entirely. Roy sighs, both in frustration and exhaustion. He wouldn’t bother removing Courtney’s makeup, but he did give her the courtesy of removing her wig and cap, as well as unlacing her corset. It all feels familiar to him, taking care of someone and helping them de-drag, except of course, back then he had to strip Bianca off himself and help Danny remove his clothes which then would lead to…

Roy shakes his mind, trying to get rid of the idea before it escalated. He leaves the guest bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. He’s just going to pretend he doesn’t know that Courtney was about to say something about Adore as he starts up a design for Rupaul on the granite kitchen counter.

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“I can’t believe Biadore was ACTUALLY a thing.”

“How can you not? The tension was so obvious, especially during that one part where Adore said she didn’t want to work with Bianca? The sexual tension was just–” Nerissa fans herself before she receives a slight smack and push on her shoulder.

“Dude, you’re so fucking weird. I don’t wanna think about my dad’s sex life OR YOURS!!”

“I’m just telling the truth! The stare was intense.” Nerissa breaks into a fit of giggles at Portia’s face of slight disgust at the idea. “And speaking of, did your dad date anyone again?” Nerissa asks.

“Never anyone serious enough to introduce to me, no. He’d go on dates, sometimes Adore would go on dates. But, yeah. He never really seemed interested in dating anymore, so he put all his attention to me or his and Adore’s music.”

“Do you call Adore “mom”?”

“No, that’s weird!” Portia snorts, “My dad is, well, my dad. He has his own quirks and personality. And, Adore, to me, is just a whole different person. I can’t explain it. Like, I know he’s Adore Delano through and through. But, my mind just sees Adore like a whole different person.” Portia rolls again to her back, so she’s facing the ceiling like her sister. “How about your dad? Did he date anyone?”

“You know what’s weird? I don’t think he ever did, not even dating or flirting with anyone else. He’s always been so closed off to anyone who showed any particular interest.” Nerissa twiddles with her thumb, before scrunching her nose in distaste. “I mean, in some way, I get it. He’s scared to love again. Uncle Shane always said so. I wish I knew why though.”

Portia hums, thoughtfully. Another pregnant pause looms over their conversation. It has gone on for so long that for a moment Nerissa thought Portia was asleep, until…

“I AM SUCH A FUCKING GENIUS!”

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archives-gyllenhaal-stories · 5 years ago

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funfetti lingerie

summary: « can we PLSSSS get a jake birthday sex smut where the reader wants to please him and is wearing lingerie i will die omg thank u ».

warnings: lots of curse words, teasing, smut, sorta dominant reader??? (your guess is as good as mine)

word count: 1352

notes: I HAD TO TURN THIS INTO A ONE SHOT i’m sorry. it became so lengthy. thank you so much for resending this request! or at least, sending something super similar to what i had in my inbox! this is bomb!!! and late af, but hey, make it your birthday everyday! also, the title sounds bad if you read lingerie as lann-ge-r-hey and not “lynn-ge-ree”. look at me, doing phonetics. thank you for sending that and thank you all for reading it!

Whether it was for your anniversaries or your actual birthdays, it became a tradition for Jake and you to go to the same restaurant as the one you went to on your first date. You would ask to sit by the same table, you would order the same thing and, eventually, the waiting staff recognized the lovebugs staring at each other with sparks in their eyes. They would offer you dessert and coffees, helping you make the night last longer. And usually, you two would gladly accept, although you would generously tip everyone on your way out.

This night was different. Jake celebrated his birthday and he had spent the entire day with his mother, sister and nieces looking like a fool with a birthday hat and blowing a flute. He was exhausted, but he did not stop smiling all night long. Most importantly, he was being inappropriate. His foot was constantly playing with yours under the table and his hand was dangerously caressing up your thigh.

The more you pretended to ignore him, the more impatient he got. You had to take sips of your drink to stop you from laughing. The poor guy, if only he knew what was waiting for him… Earlier that day, you went shopping alone, taking advantage of him spending quality time with his family. You went to a cute store and found a perfume you really liked, which was a phenomenon on its own.

Jake would always pick the right scent for you. In fact, he liked to pick almost everything you needed. He knew you so well, he would always bring you the right brand of pads or tampons along with all your favorite chocolate bars. He would pick up clothes for you to try on. And, lastly, he would pick the cutest lingerie. Always the right size, the right fabric and the right style.

So, you decided to surprise him and go buy a new set of bra and panties, on your own. You lingered in the store for quite some time until you found something that caught your attention. A salesperson helped you find your cup size and wrapped the lingerie like it was a Christmas present. She was not far from the truth. When you came back home to get ready for dinner, you slid on the lingerie and wrapped your body in one of your favorite dresses, which was complemented by your long trench coat to protect you from New York’s cruel winter wind.

Jake and you agreed to meet at the restaurant, so he knew nothing from your little plan. In fact, he thought he was the one being the biggest tease and making you nearly choke on a bite of chocolate mousse cake when you felt the tip of his fingers sliding underneath your dress. “Oops, sorry.” He would giggle and wink at you.

You smiled back at him, looking like a real angel that was not hot and bothered by his touch. Eventually, the waiters gathered around your table with another slice of cake; this time to sing happy birthday. You looked at the people and smiled wider, clapping your hands until you had to readjust the strap of your new bra. It conveniently fell off your shoulder, so you moved it back up and slid it under the strap of your dress, innocently.

Jake, whose smile was slowly fading into an open, eager mouth, noticed the unfamiliar color of the piece. It was blue, somewhere between a baby blue with a powdered finish and a light blue sky on a beautiful morning in spring. Your lingerie was the exact color of Jake’s eyes. He waited to react until the waiting staff was away, but you cut him off before he could make a sound.

“Just wait until you see the full thing.”

*~*~*

Jake was placing feverish kisses along your jawline and neck, down to your collarbone as he clumsily tried to unzip the back of your dress. The ride back home from the restaurant made him suffer. Just imagining you in beautiful baby blue lingerie drove him insane, just like the thought that he had not bought you one like this first.

“Easy, easy. I don’t want you to break it.” You chuckled, tilting your head back as he kissed your neck some more.

“Need you, Y/N. I need to see you so bad.” It sounded like a beautiful mix of a plea and an order.

You pulled away from his arms and wet lips, pushing him down on the bed. You decided to unwrap his present on your own. Slowly, your hands worked the zip and you slid your arms off the sleeves. You raised your eyebrow when he tried to touch himself, so he pulled his hand away. It was easy access since he already kicked his clothes off at the second you two walked in your place. You could swear he got even harder when your dress fell to your ankles, revealing the lingerie. It was simple, no garters or stockings, but it did the trick for him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, honey.” He moaned. “Don’t take it off.” He instructed when he saw you were sliding your thumbs underneath the hem of the panties.

“Do you want me to keep them on while I fuck you?” You ask as you watch him move on the bed. He was laying down, offering you to straddle his midriff. And you did, after removing your high heels.

“Please, babygirl. You look so beautiful.” He gently grabbed your face with his hands and brought you into a deep kiss. Once you were holding yourself properly, he let his hands travel your body. He groped your breasts and massaged them through the fabric, but it was only when his thumb went to rub your clit that you moaned against his lips. He slid his tongue in your open mouth and let it dance with yours as he kept rubbing your sensitive bud against the lace.

The friction felt amazing, even more so when you started to grind against his hard on. Just by the way he smirked against your lips, and even after you pulled away, you knew that he could feel how wet you were. The fabric darkened, just like your cheeks when he popped the question.

“Can you ride my cock tonight? That’d be the best birthday gift ever.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“Better than the collection of Care bear movies I got you last year?” You rocked your hips harder against his cock.

“Shit, yes, even better than that.”

You moved your hand beneath you and reached for his shaft. You held it against your entrance when Jake moved your panties to the side. He was so big inside of you, but you managed to lower yourself all the way down, letting out a long moan of pleasure.

“So fucking pretty, you’re taking me so well.” Jake was basically whimpering when you bopped up and down on him. He watched you take him all the way in only to move up so he was almost out of you. He set one hand on your hip and brought the other one to your core, rubbing your clit again to bring you as close as he was.

“Happy… Fucking… Birthday… Babe!” You panted, when he rubbed small circles against you. You felt his cock twitching inside of you, and just like that, the two of you were coming at the same time in a noisy mess of moans and praises and curse words.

“Keep my come inside of you, baby. We don’t wanna ruin these yet.” He chuckled and helped you lower yourself down against him, without pulling him out. You both knew that if he moved out, you’d have his come oozing down your folds. “T’was the best birthday present ever.”

You pecked his lips and ran your fingertips over his chest. “I figured we needed a new color to fill in the rainbow!”

“Your lingerie drawer be looking like a funfetti cake, and I’m loving it.”

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #one shot: funfetti lingerie #completed requests #requests: jake gyllenhaal

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lavender-femme · 4 years ago

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Do you prefer to take the lead or let your partner take the lead?

What can a butch/femme do that will instantly turn you on?

What is one thing that everyone seems to like sexually that you don’t get?

What is your favorite position?

What is one position you haven’t tried but want to?

How do you feel about anal?

What’s a kink you’re curious about?

Who’s a famous person you’d like to rail/get railed by?

Tell me your best fantasy?

At someone you would fuck/get fucked by.

How do you really feel about your body when you’re naked?

Tell us about the last time you had sex.

Breeding kink?

Daddy/mommy kink?

- that one bottom

OH by okay... (I love that you send so many,,,, they just take some time bc i actually have to think about them 😅)

1. I don’t have a ton of experience with sex (or with relationships and dating too if I’m being honest) so, as of now, I prefer to let the other person take the lead. I’m pretty shy irl about things too thanks to growing up in a VERY conservative and culturally religious state... I very much want that to change, and I’m sure it will once I get to experience life outside of here. I want to find my own confidence to take charge and to be less shy about sex specifically - this blog has already helped a lot with that of course!!

2. lol uhhhh... there are so many possibilities... confidence is a big one, and tbh if a butch is confident in themselves and especially in their butchness, i will 100% go weak in the knees. for an actual physical thing, if you kiss my neck i will melt.

3. Choking... I just,,, don’t get it?? It’s clearly very popular on here, but it’s just not my thing

4. (refer back to my extremely limited experience with sex to note that this is just theoretical) but you know i’m always on that breeding kink so... mating press?? i also love the concept of riding someone so any position where i get to that is a win tbh

5. (refer back to my limited experience... once again) lots of them lol i don’t have any particular one in mind

6. I’ve never tried it, but i’m not outright opposed to it either

7. honestly v interested in somnophilia bc i’m a sleepy gal and a little interested in v light petplay (*mostly* the idea of being collared 👀)

8. oh god i don’t even know... honestly to keep it short and simple let’s just go with the two lesbians i will always be in love with: miss hayley kiyoko and lynn gunn (soz i’m v bad at having crushes ((and even infatuation with)) on celebrities )

9. something something... getting bred while wearing a pretty dress... in a meadow... something something... (I will write more detailed fantasies later, sound good?)

10. I am WAY too shy to do this oh my god... let’s just say several of my mutuals 👀👀👀 if you know, you know

11. honestly, it’s different everyday. I work really hard to actively love my body as it is, but sometimes, especially when naked, i can just feel every flaw jumping out at me... other times though, i feel best and most liberated when naked. my relationship with my body has been sort of tarnished (for lack of a better word) by chronic illness/pain and it makes it hard to view it objectively

12. I would... but, again, we’ll have to refer back to my extremely limited sexual experience 🤷🏽‍♀️ and I’d love to tell you about the last time I really masturbated... but you can just listen to that here 😘

13. YES OH MY GOD YES. Honestly, I think that might be my top kink of all time... and I’m so glad to have found y’all who are also into that shit bc i felt really weird about it for a long time thinking it was somehow wrong or bad?? or to be a lesbian and to have that kink was wrong or bad... but i have obviously embraced that one a ton since discovering it

14/BONUS. Oh yeah. 100%. But only a daddy kink, not mommy. If i’m being honest, the word mommy makes me feel,,, some brand of uncomfy. And my daddy kink isn’t in a ddlg way either, much more in a power dynamic and calling someone “daddy” in a lesbian way. But oh god yeah...

Send me NSFW butch/femme asks

#as always I'm not legally responsible for any typos that might be in this post #ask #anon #that one bottom

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