#i just drew for like 5 hours straight im so sleepy

[ghostorbz]

They kissed right after that

[reminiscing-writer]

Unexpected Surprise

Prompt: Reid is a regular at his local bookstore, and also has a very good acquaintance with the young storekeeper there. When she turns down his date very last second, he finds a secret about her that can’t help but make him fall harder for her.

Warning: idk man I’m just tryna write fluff lmao I got hella carried awayyyy

We all deserve happy Reid

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The cold October air whizzed by, as Spencer walked into Pages And Pages, his local bookstore, with a large smile on his face, and two steaming coffees in hand. He’d made it a part of his schedule to try and drop by at least once a week. Sure, the books were very captivating, but so was the receptionist.

He thought, from the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was a beauty. Her hair was always loosely tied in a bun, her make up close to minimal, and her sense of style almost mirrored his- sweaters. Lots of sweaters.

He found it fairly easy to talk to her, because, although at first he stumbled with his words, her kind and soft spoken demeanor drew him into a safe space.

Y/n was very well aware of Spencer’s occupation. If he didn’t come by on his weekly visit, she’d figure he was out saving the world, as she liked to put it.

The little bell on the large oak door of the bookstore rang as Spencer entered, and headed straight for y/n’s desk. He was very punctual. 12:15 every Friday. Y/n didn’t even have to look up to know that the shadow covering her table was him.

She had a smile etched on her lips before she even looked up, “You realize I’m seeing you in less than 48 hours right?” She joked, taking the cup of coffee he handed to her.

“I do,” he smiled, just as stricken by her beauty as the last time he saw her, “but, I didn’t want to skip out on meeting with you today.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

She takes a sip of her drink, humming at the delightful taste, “Why won’t you just tell me what you order?” She has her eyes closed, having every taste bud tingle in happiness, “This is delicious.”

He laughs slightly at her happiness, “Becuase, if I told you, then you could get it yourself, anytime. And, I want these coffee meetings to be special.” He says, shyly shrugging.

Y/n’s cheeks filled with a rose blush, “Dr. Reid, you are over the top.” She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Just wait until Sunday,” Spencer sips his own coffee, “I’ll pick you up from your place, by 8 o’clock, you said, right?” He double-checked. He didn’t need to double check. He had it memorized down to a T. Her address. The route. The time to pick her up. The restaurant he was planning on taking her too. The walk that he planned on them taking from said restaurant to a small ice cream parkour.

He didn’t need to double-check anything.

“Mm-hmm,” She hummed, sipping her drink this time, nodding slightly, “he should be down by then,” she mumbles to herself, quickly scribbling down something on paper, “I’ll be ready by 8, waiting for you.” She smiled.

-

“I’m so sorry.” Y/n apologied for the hundredth time. “I really feel awful. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” She sniffled over the phone.

“No, I-its fine,” Spencer spoke into his cell, trying so hard to mask the disappointment that was dripping in his voice, “I understand.” He was pacing back and forth in the break room at the office, “We couldn’t possibly know you’d be getting down with bronchitis. It’s not your fault.” Spencer says, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/n had called Saturday afternoon, the day before the duos scheduled date. She had been coughing and sniffling, saying she went to the Urgent Care near her earlier that morning because she was feeling off, and they said she had came down with a pretty bad case of bronchitis.

She kept apologizing and saying she’d make it up to Spencer as soon as she felt better.

Spencer tried not to take the date-canceling to heart. Y/n really was sick, she wouldn’t lie about that- would she? No, of course not. She wasn’t like that.

“Listen, don’t worry about it.” Spencer stopped pacing, “Just rest. That’s what you’ll need to feel better quicker.”

He heard her giggle lightly, causing him to smile, “Thanks, Doc.” He snickered at the nickname, “Hey, Spence,” he hummed in response, “I really do like you.” She said, causing his stomach to turn, “Please, don’t think I’m turning you down or anything. I really was looking forward to our date. And, I really do mean it when I say we’ll go on another one.”

He smiled to himself, putting one hand in the pocket of his jeans and swaying slightly, side to side, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

-

It had to be the right address. Spencer checked his phone for y/n’s previous message and confirmed it for the third time. He held his breath for a second, and licking his lips, he rang the doorbell again.

He felt bad that y/n had gotten bronchitis that just didn’t seem to go away for almost 5 days now. His first priority of Wednesday morning was to stop at a small Chinese spot and grab some soup.

Surprising her would be a small little thing he was hoping would make her happy. So, there he was. At y/n’s doorstep, soup in hand, ringing her bell, awaiting for her to open up.

He checked his watch again, and shuffled his feet. His stomach fluttered as soon as he heard shuffling from behind the door.

“I’m coming!” He heard her voice from inside. He played with the box of soup in hand, and bit his bottom lip anxiously. That’s when he heard a faint cry. Not her cry, though. A cry that seemed to belong to a small child. A baby, maybe. Spencer furrowed his brows, confused. “Baby, please, you have to lie down.” He heard y/n’s voice from a distance.

After some more shuffling around, the door before him opened. Y/n distractedly looked up at Spencer just to do a double take, shocked. “S-Spence? What- What are you doing here?” She asked, barely in frame of the open door.

He looked at her, unable to speak for a second. She fully came into view of him. She adjusted a small sleeping baby in her arms, the child’s head resting on her shoulder.

“I-um, I came to see you.” He spoke slowly, and quietly, “I bought soup.” He held up the box in his hands.

Y/n smiled, and just as she opened her mouth to reply, the baby she was holding began stirring causing her eyes to widen, “Come on in.” She whispered hastily, nodding to Spencer before going into her abode.

Spencer followed behind her, unsure of what exactly was happening. Questions were running through his head, but it was as if his body was working before his mind could catch up.

Y/n went straight to a small couch, and sat down, pulling her legs up, and cuddling the small child in her arms, wrapping the both of them up with a nearby shawl. Spencer’s heart warmed up at the sight, and he unknowingly smiled to himself.

He slowly walked towards the two when he heard a small but gruel cough come from the baby’s mouth.

“You’re... not the one that’s... sick?” He slowly pieced together, sitting on a couch opposing from the one y/n was on.

Y/n sighed quietly and licked her lips. Shaking her head, she stroked the small child’s hair, “No,” she looked up at Spence, “I’m not. They’re calling it bronchilitis, because he’s so young. It should be gone in about a week total, so at least 2 to 3 days left.” She swallowed hard. “It’s the first time he’s ever gotten sick, and I couldn’t just leave him with a sitter, which is why I had to stay back on our date. Im sorry,” she apologized in the midst of her ramble, “I just...” she paused before breaking eye contact with Spencer, “we don’t have anyone but each other.”

Spencer stayed silent for a moment. He watched y/n hold the baby close and his heart felt all heavy. It was a sight he didn’t think could affect him at all. But, something about a girl he was already infatuated with, being so protective and loving made him fall even deeper for her.

He just couldn’t form any words to express this to her, so he stared at the mother-son silently. That is, until the baby started coughing again. Y/n cringed at the way her son shook as he forced the cough out of his small body.

“I understand if you want to leave,” y/n spoke up, feeling Spencer’s eyes on her, “I shouldn’t have hid the fact that I’m a mother. It’s just, I know that some people would have seen it as,” she shrugged, “extra baggage, so I just refrain from saying it at all. I apologize.”

“You apologize far too much.” Spencer spoke without thinking for once, shocking himself and y/n. He stood up from his seat, and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, “Does he, uh, drink soup?” Spencer asked nodding to the child.

Y/n cracked a small smile, “Adam,” she said, “and, yes, he actually is very fond of soup.”

Spencer nodded, before finding his way into the kitchen. As quietly as possible, he emptied the soup into a bowl, and plopped a decent looking spoon into it. Filling a small glass with water, he brought it out to y/n, who was now standing, pacing with a very upset looking Adam.

Spencer’s brows furrowed in worry.

“He’s fine,” y/n assured him, “just a little fussy. Don’t worry.”

“It’s tough, huh?” Spencer spoke, not sitting down until Adam had calmed, “Being a parent, I mean.”

Y/n had seated up the small one year-old next to her on the couch. She was slowly feeding him the soup, and although he was dozed off on meds, he slurped it up happily.

“Being a single parent is something I wasn’t ready for,” y/n admits, wiping some soup of Adams chin, “but, I love this monkey so much,” she scrunched her nose to her son, who gave a very sleepy smile in return, having Spencer laugh lightly, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

-

Spencer answered the third FaceTime call he had received in the past 5 minutes, “Hey, sorry I was in a meeting with Hotch, is everyth-” he cut his sentence short when he saw his girlfriends face tearstreaked on screen. “Oh, my god,is everything okay? Are you hurt? Is Adam okay?” He quickly rambled, his mind thinking the worst.

Y/n sniffled, “I’m fine, we’re fine,” she quickly answered, “just, wait-“ she quickly runs into a different room and Spencer can hear Adam babbling in the background. He smiles hear the child’s voice. “Watch this.” Y/n tells Spencer. She pulls up a photo, and shows it to her boyfriend first.

It was of the two of them on New Years Eve, happily smiling. Spencer was holding a very giggly Adam, and had his free arm wrapped around y/n’s waist.

She turns the photo to Adam, “Sweetheart,” she tries to grab her sons attention, “hey, Adam,” He looks up to her wide eyed, “you know who this is, baby?” She points to herself.

Adam starts clapping and smiling, “Mama! Mama!” Y/n starts tearing up all over again.

“Yes!” Spencer encourages the child, “Hey, good job!” He gets shushed by y/n quickly.

She points to Spencer in the photo and asks Adam, yet again, “Okay, sweety, and who’s this?” She ask, already ready to cry again.

Adam starts laughing and jumping in place, “Dada! Is dada!”

Spencer gasps, covering his agape mouth with one hand. “Did you teach him that?” He asks a very ecstatic y/n who shakes her head.

“No, he just started to point to the picture all by himself and talk.” She sniffled, leaving the room her son was sitting in.

“Well, one things for sure,” a very smiley Spencer admits happily, “he’s smart, just like his Mama.” He attempts a wink, causing y/n to laugh.

-

It was early. Y/n could feel the December brisk air seeping into the apartment, making her pull her duvet up to cover herself further. She felt a tug, as her boyfriend pulled her covers back from her.

“Hey,” She grumbled, “no hogging.” She whined causing Spence to turn to face her and snicker sleepily.

The two heard their bedroom door open slowly, and the slight pitter patter of small feet tip toe in.

“He’s awake.” Spencer whispered to his girlfriend, peeping one eye open.

“Brace yourself.” Y/n groaned, just seconds before the three year old attacker jumped on the bed. He bounced and he jumped and he laughed loudly, inevitably causing him the grown ups in bed to groan and slowly sit up in bed.

“Mama, Daddy! It’s Critthy Time! It’s Critthy time, now!!” He pumped his tiny fists into the air.

Spencer smiles, still trying to open both eyes, “Did Santa even get you any gifts? You’ve been been pretty naughty lately.” Y/n groans, covering her head with a pillow.

“So many! Daddy, there’s like,” Adam puts up 3 fingers carefully, “this many boxes with my name!!”

Spencer fake gasps causing the child to have a giggle fit, “Honey, Adam has been such an angel, I’m sure all of the gifts under the tree are his.” Spence pulls the pillow off y/n’s face receiving a groan from her. “Long night?” He smirks to her, causing her to stick her tongue out. Her cheeks slightly blushed as she remembered the... eventful night the two shared.

“I’m exhausted.” She sighed, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes. Adam jumps out of the bed and runs to the living room. Spencer can’t help but smile at the little ones pajamas.

They were a mom-dad-child set. So all three of them were wearing the same red plaid winter pajamas. Spencer and y/n had gone to sleep in just the pants of the set, so before they went out to the Christmas tree, they made sure to put on the shirts as well.

Y/n groggily made her way to the sofas, and sat by the foot of one. Spencer made his way to the kitchen to put the coffee on before he sat beside y/n, his arm draping around her shoulders, and her resting her head on his chest.

Adam came up to y/n, putting his face a mere centimeters from hers, as grabs her shoulders by his small hands. “Can I open, now? Please?” He pouted to his mother.

She laughed and kissed her nose, “Of course, monkey. Let’s see what Santa got my big boy.” Adam cheered before running to the small pile of boxes under the decently lit tree.

He help up a box, and took it to Spencer first, having him nod in indication that it does in fact have Adams name on it. Happily he plops down right in front of y/n and starts to tear open the wrapping paper. The smell of coffee starts to fill the apartment, and Spencer gives y/n a kiss on the forehead before getting up to go to the kitchen.

“Mama?” Adam whispers to his mother, who simply hums at him in response, “You know, Daddy opened presents not asking you.” He said to y/n innocently.

She furrowed her brows, ruffling his hair, “What are you talking about, Pumpkin?”

“Daddy,” he repeats, “he took a small box and hid it in his jacket. He don’t want you to know. So, you can’t get mad.” He explained, although causing more confusion to his already confused mother.

Y/n had suspicions for a few months now. She once overheard Spencer on the phone with his colleagues, saying something along the lines of yeah man, I knew she was the one a while ago. Any day now. I’m just deciding on when.

Then, she was borrowing his phone once when Adam has dropped hers down the toilet, and when she opened Safari, she saw 2 tabs open. One that had been searching for unique and special rings, and the other that was searching, children’s tuxes and suits.

But, what really put the icing on the cake for her, was when the three of them were coming home late after one Spencer’s teammates wedding. Y/n had been tired so she was resting her head, with her eyes closed. Adam was already fast asleep, snoring lightly. Spencer has put his hand on y/n’s thigh, and when her being to tired to respond, translated into she’s asleep for him, he said the words that had been tugging at y/n’s heart since then.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

Y/n unfolds her legs, and slowly gets up, “Mama’s gonna go check on Daddy,” she informs her child, “I’ll be right back.” She kisses the top of his hair.

She goes into the kitchen to see two mugs with steaming coffee in them, but no Spencer in sight. She furrows her brows, and turns to head into the bedroom, looking for her boyfriend. Glancing over her room she fails to see him again. She frowns slightly, and turns around on her heels, almost falling over her own feet when she bumps into Spencer right behind her.

“You scared me.” She frightenedly giggles, putting a hand over her heart. “I was looking for- What... are you doing?” She narrows her eyes at him when he takes a step back, and gets down on one knee. She sees a paper and a small box in his hand.

Her breathing fastens, watching his every move, “I was planning on doing this on New Years, at Rossi’s house party,” Spencer started off, “but, my surprise seems to have been foiled.” He nervously laughs. “Y/n,” him saying her name causes her eyes to start tearing up, “You came into my life unexpectedly,” he says, “but, I decided a long time ago, that you were definitely the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” He looked over his shoulder to Adam, then back to y/n, “Both of you.” He inhaled as y/n’s bottom lip trembled, “Y/n,” she whimpers in response, biting her bottom lip, “will you do me the honor of making me your husband, and the official father of Adam?”

Y/n in the midst of her crying, sniffles and cocks her head, confused. She walks closer to Spencer, pulling him to stand up. He hands her the piece of paper and opens the small box in his hands.

A beautiful ring shone brightly in Spencers hands, and adoption papers shook in y/n’s hands.

1 very cold wedding, 2 additional siblings to Adam and a kitten later; and still, Spencer refused to tell y/n what type of coffee he would get for her when they go out.

-

I kinda like this mmm we’ll see my opinion change in a few days lol

[sympathyfortheblinderdevil]

Pride: Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Tommy hates to be in the dark and hates to be wrong. Lila goes along with Polly’s plan and Tommy is a right bastard about it.

Polly’s plan worked a charm. Grace was gone. Aunt Pol had a perfect view of Grace’s face when John and Arthur strolled up to the betting windows. She was decked out in red, as Tommy had directed, and was frankly making a fool of herself on his arm. Her cloyingly sweet expression twisted into one of disbelief and panic as the other two Shelby brothers approached Tommy to be briefed on the plan for the day. She excused herself and disappeared, leaving Pol to clue Tommy in as to what was happening right under his nose. He didn’t take it well. Tommy went into a tailspin. He called off the meeting with Kimber. He railed at Polly, John, and Arthur, and accused them of disloyalty. “Brother,” Arthur growled, “I don’t know what kind of a spell she’s got you under, but let me disabuse you of any fantasies you may have of Grace Burgess being on your side because she ain’t.”

Tommy paced frantically, back and forth, back and forth, just outside the stables. He lit a cigarette, took a few drags and flung it away into a fresh pile of straw. John raced to stamp it out. “For Christ’s sake, Tommy! Don’t burn the bleedin’ stables down.”

Tommy squared up to John, “You knew too, then? What about Lila?”

John looked down at his feet.

“Oi!” Tommy wheeled around to Polly and Arthur. “Did she fucking know?”

Polly snapped on him, “Yes, Thomas! She knew. And she knew well enough to keep her mouth shut. Now get in the fucking car. You’ve drawn enough attention to yourself.” They raced back to Small Heath with Tommy’s knuckles white on the steering wheel. He had the engine wound flat out, recklessly taking every curve at high speeds. Polly admonished him, like a naughty child, “She was never on our side. You wouldn’t listen, so we had to bring you proof. It’s your own damn fault, so don’t you dare accuse us of disloyalty, Thomas. If anything it’s you who has been disloyal.” The proof was all over the docks. As predicted, Campbell showed up at the BSA warehouses with a full complement of officers, guns drawn, ready to bring the Peaky Blinders to heel. The rage and embarrassment he felt upon discovering that he had been tricked was only heightened by his suspicions that Grace had intentionally fed him false intelligence. Who knows what kind of scene transpired between them later that night at the train station, but Grace was gone and Campbell took a bullet. Problem solved. Now, they had to deal with the aftermath, and what was left behind was an angry man who felt betrayed by the people closest to him: his family and his girl. Lila heard the car roar up at number 6 and ran to the doorway of the flat that she and Tommy shared. She could hear them fighting before she opened the door. She stood in the shadows and watched Polly, John, and Arthur spill out amongst swearing and threats. As soon as they were clear the car sped away, and the headlights caught Lila’s pallid face and tear-filled eyes. If Tommy spotted her, he never slowed down. She could feel the breeze off of Tommy’s coupe as he tore down the lane.

John kicked the wall and swore a blue streak aimed at his vain, controlling brother. Polly grabbed Arthur’s wrist as he stormed toward the door to number 6. “Arthur, go see about Lila while I deal with John. I can’t have him going home like this. He’ll wake the whole house and there’ll be hell to pay with Esme.” Arthur slicked his hair back and pulled his flat cap from his pocket, placing it on his head. He grunted in the affirmative. “…and see if you can talk her into staying here. God knows she doesn’t need to face Tommy alone with the mood he’s in. If he comes home tonight at all.”

Arthur did his best to convince Lila to come next door. “You can’t do anything with ‘im when he gets in a temper.” He tried to talk sense to her, but love is blind and deaf. She refused to wait the night out with him and Polly and insisted that things would go better if she was waiting for him when he returned.

“I should be here when he gets home. He might not want to admit it, but he needs me— especially if he feels betrayed.” She sent Arthur on his way with a promise that if things got too rough she would go to Polly’s.

Alone, with nothing but the steady tick of the mantle clock to keep her company, her thoughts began to race. She wondered where he could have gone. The Garrison was closed at this hour. He had sped off in the direction of Chinatown, and there were two things on offer down there at this time of night: opium and whores. She shook the thought from her head and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Drank straight from the bottle with no ice or water, the liquor burned her throat and took her breath away. She needed enough of it to take her thoughts away. Soon enough, she began to feel warm all over and a bit sleepy. With a shrug, she shed her sweater and draped it over the arm of Tommy’s favorite chair. For a moment she leaned on the chair back and laid her cheek against the antimacassar. The faint smell of Tommy’s pomade made her sigh. He must have been angry with her too, otherwise, he would have stopped. He would have come back by now. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and took another swig of whiskey. Taking the bottle and a pillow with her, she set up camp on the couch. When Tommy came home, he would see that she had waited for him.

She dozed off in minutes but soon awoke to see the red tip of a cigarette glowing in the corner of the room. It was Tommy. The fog of sleep was still lifting from her, and she realized that Tommy had been speaking to her. His voice was thick and slow as if his words were swimming through molasses to reach her ears. “Answer me, Lila. What else have you kept from me?”

She drowsily started, “Baby…I waited, I wasn’t sure you’d be home tonight…”

He repeated himself, his voice slurred and his anger apparent, “What else have you kept from me?” “I can’t believe you’d ask me that. You know that I’ve no reason to keep secrets,” she answered, her voice pitched higher than usual. Then more quietly, “Something you could never say.” She stared into the darkness at his silhouette, her eyes drawn to the burning end of his cigarette. She could hear the ice rattling in his glass as he brought it to his lips. “Why couldn’t you tell me then, eh?” he growled. She couldn’t stand this intimidation game he was playing and turned to cut on the lamp that stood beside the couch. Squinting as her eyes got used to the light, she looked up at him through half raised lids. His eyes were glassy and his jaw was set. He was speaking to her through gritted teeth. She gave a resigned answer, “Would it have mattered? I mean, any other time that I, or Polly, or Esme, or your brothers said anything about our suspicions you ignored us.”

Every word she said was true and if anything he should appreciate that the truth had been revealed. But he wasn’t. His ego was bruised and he felt like a fool. He pointed a finger at her, the rest of his hand gripping a half gone glass of whiskey. “You had no business getting mixed up in this matter.” Lila took in the contempt in Tommy’s expression. He was turning on her. She had seen this look before, the cold progression of turning everything off from his brain to his heart. He was mentally preparing to leave her. “If you want to hate me for staying quiet, then go ahead. But your family did this for you. You may be able to go against the rest of the Shelbys, but I can’t. Nor did I want to. She was a copper, let’s not forget that minor detail. A copper who was willing to lie to you and steal you from me.” Lila was becoming angrier and braver with every word. If this was the end for her and Tommy, she would go out swinging. “A spy that you were more than happy to cozy up to when the mood suited you.” She stood and began walking toward him. “You don’t even seem to be concerned with what she did to you. She sold you and your brothers out lock, stock, and barrel to Campbell.” Lila crossed the room to where he was sitting. She was so close that her knees were touching his, and she leaned down so that her face was closer to his. “And instead of being grateful to those who love you, you play the part of the selfish bastard.”

His mouth was slightly open, and his tongue ran across his bottom lip. She studied his lips, the angular planes of his face, and finally his pale blue eyes. He was wasted. His pride was hurt and he was drunk or worse. She considered whether or not this was the right time to have it out with him, but her pride got the better of her. “Did you hear me, Tommy? Don’t you even care that she was a spy, sent to sell you out?” Tommy swallowed thickly and dropped his eyelids before slowly turning his head from side to side. “No. I don’t care so much that she lied.” His lashes fluttered against his pale cheeks, then he fixed his gaze on Lila. “I didn’t love her.”

Lila brought her hand under Tommy’s chin to lift his face to hers, and, quick as a shot, he grabbed her wrist. She winced in pain and hissed, “Don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty for this. Mine was a sin of omission, at best.”

His fingers dug into the tender underside of her arm and he brought his face closer to hers as he spoke, “But a sin, nonetheless.”

An odd smile crept over his face. His whiskey slid from his grip and crashed to the floor, and he brought his hand up to cup Lila’s chin. The condensation from the chilled glass lingered on his fingertips, and the cool, wet sensation sent shivers through her. His eyes darted between hers and his breathing quickened. She had seen contempt from him, she had seen anger and indifference in his face before a breakup, but this was something different. He was furious with her, but along with his fury, there was passion.    

Lila squirmed and his hold on her tightened. “I held my peace because I love you, Tommy.”

He drew his lips into a smirk, “You were jealous. You wanted to be rid of her.”

“I wanted to keep you from being hanged.”

Lila was growing limp in his grasp. He raked her hair back from her face and pulled her down into a kiss. He was rough with her, like a drowning man gasping for air. His hands were on either side of her face, and his fingers were tangled in her hair. She maneuvered herself onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips, and he pulled her down farther still using her hair for leverage. Her hands slid across his shoulders and down his chest, undoing buttons as they went.

He shifted her down onto his lap and pulled her head backward while biting her bottom lip. “You are mine, Lila, and from now on you will do what I say.”

She moaned in protest, but ground herself into his hardness. He pulled her skirt up around her waist and ran his fingers under the edge of her panties over the curve of her ass.

“Who do you belong to?”

Lila trailed kisses along his razor-sharp jawline and lightly nibbled his earlobe. He grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her head back until her eyes were level with his. They were frighteningly intense, and he asked again, “Who do you belong to, Lila?” He wound her hair more tightly in his fist and bent her head back to expose her throat.

“You…Oh, God…You, Tommy…” He sucked and mouthed at the pale skin of her throat, marking his territory, while she wrapped her legs more tightly around his back.

He breathed words onto her wet skin, “So from now on, you will do what I say.”

Once again, Lila willingly swallowed her pride.

I have to say, I can totally see why Lila keeps coming back for more. Tommy is such a bad boy, but  I’d still belly crawl through broken glass for him. Comments are welcome.

[mousepatrol]

8.23.17

mmm im sleepy

so today was the dreaded dentist day

i got up at about nine and tried to be as chill as possible. that was difficult so i masturbated to chill out lmfao. then i went ahead and took a shower and then my mom went to coffee bean with me to get one last drink bc we dont have it in CT and i love coffee bean

lol my brother is being an ass because he wants to transfer to his gfs online school even though he actually started school already and he also is really bad at motivating himself so he would do terrible. its just stupid, my mom was pretty annoyed about it

so at 3 i took that valium... i wasnt sure at firs that anything was happening because honestly i just got SOOO tired. i was yawning the whole way to the dentist and all i wanted to do was take a nap. my heart was still beating and i could tell i had anxiety but like still... i was too tired to really be insane. 

obvs it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be... the only thing i was worried about was the shots and it was okay. the first two (i had to get two teeth worked on) were like, i could kind of feel it, but they actually but the shot not in the gum but in the very floppy skin right underneath that has basically no nerves or anything in it so really it didnt hurt much, i was just nervous. i thought THAT number me the FUCk up but then 5 minutes later the dude came back and did 2 stronger shots!!! and then he worked on one tooth (it took like 15 minutes tops and im not worried about the drilling so i was just chilling) and then when he finished that he gave me A FIFTH SHOT for the other side of my mouth and holy MOLY i was so numb. that one was just as fine if not easier and then he just beveled out everything so that i wouldnt poke myself on the teeth or whatever

i think the poor dr was nervous that i would feel some pain and freak out so he reallllllllllly numbed me but honestly i was just worried about the shot LOL if the drilling hurt a little i probably wouldnt have cared. but i think i did a good job and i didnt make life hard on them this time so... that was good because last time i felt so bad. also i brought my stuffed cow so lol that helped a LOT actually

so then i came home and tried to have a sip of water and the water came straight back out of my mouth because my whole lower jaw was completely numb ofmg. its stayed numb for, i shit you not, five straight hours. i really think he went overboard with the novocaine but um, i didnt feel anything, so i guess it worked omg. when i could finally fell, i had some soup and cookies and then i drew for a while. i did a little snape and then a picture of the protagonist from persona 5 with his mask ripped off because wow that was so fucking cool when i watched rose play it i just had to draw it. that took me a long time because it had a lot of perspective and i didnt want to use a reference for that but i think it turned out great for what i was trying to do!

so finally i did 2 of my 4 replies since i didnt do any yesterday, and ill do the other 2 tomorrow no big deal. i was gonna write but i think i did a bit yesterday and im quite tired so maybe i will do it tomorrow. i do have to get a haircut tomorrow so theres that but otherwise i just need to start packing... in 48 hours ill be on a plane back. im not sad or anything, but i am gonna miss my dog a lot and i do like my mom usually so it just kinda sucks because im pretty sure i wont be with my family for this long ever again. i mean, again, its fine, i think i need to be away to recover from stuff and i need therapy and structure to my schedule again so this will be good, it will. but im gonna miss my dog. shes sitting right here next to me with a cone on cuz shes a butt but she wont leave my side lately. i feel so bad that i have to just leave her here