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Wildness
Richter Belmont x f! reader (smut)
─ ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─ Dividers by @roseschoices ─ ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─
(18+)
(Note: This is not my image, just found it on Pinterest so I edited it a little.)
“Richter, oh my god!” Dying in laughter with your stomach twisting. Richter annoyed his little sister Maria by acting very affectionate and flirty towards you. Tera hid her little laugh seeing her own daughter getting irritated by Richter. This led to Maria telling you both to get a room.
Right after being scooped into his Richter’s room, he picked you up in the air and spun you around. Joyness slipping out through your laughter. He pinned you to his bed and tickled your neck with wet kisses.
“Oh Richter!” your sweet, loving laughter causing your tummy to go ‘round. “Am I not allowed to shower my precious pretty lady with affection?” Richter asked with a grin, his hands holding down your wrist against the bed. “Well…” You grabbed his collar flirtatiously and switched places with him, leading him to lying down on the bed instead of you. He gasped, feeling his heart pumping up in excitement, “I want you, Richter Belmont, to show how much you really love me by fucking me right here and right now.”
That last part you said made his boner raised up. Richter stripped his clothes with a lend of hand from you. You excitedly took all your clothes off and crawled to his bulge, putting your mouth onto his juicy hard dick. Sucking it good and deep.
“Ah fuck..” Richter groaned, grasping your hair as he watched you with such lust, his wild-beasty eyes flourishing. His cock was tasty as fuck, wet as hell.
Oh how you just fucking love the taste of it.
“(Y/n)...ah..” Richter growled, his lustful eyes preying on you, “I want you fucking inside of me now..” This was a demand for you to start bouncing on top of him and his juicy ass cock. You pulled away from sucking his sweet stick to having your wet pussy being pleasured by his cock. You let out a lot of moans from your lips as you began to bounce on Richter, his cock twisting your insides. Your whole body melted sensually into his pleasure, you moaned loud causing him to give you a good smack on the ass. His eyes are feasting on your breasts that are bouncing madly.
Oh sweet heavens, it felt like a fucking, bloody paradise to you and Richter.
Richter wanted to switch places so you laid your back down towards the bed as he crawled on you to kiss you passionately on the lips before putting his dick into your cult. You held his head tight, deepening the kiss and moaning through it.
He crawled back a bit to insert his dick into your womanhood. As he slowly shoved it in, your whole sweating body trembled into his touch. “Ah, Richter! Mmm..” you yelped feverishly, feeling your insides being completely destroyed with such aggression by Richter’s almighty juicy cock. Your entire mind went to a total blur, lost as if you were in heaven being fucked by a Belmont. “Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so bloody good..” Richter grunted, his cock pushing deeper into your vagina.
Your moans had gotten louder across the room, a wave of excitement flooding in. Richter loved how you make such heavenly sounds, they were music to his ears. You begged him to go rough on you and so he did, with very deep thrusts. Fucking you straight to heaven and calling you a naughty kitten for being such a little minx towards him. An exciting moan slipped from your lips when he called you a very bad girl.
“You’re a bad girl, (Y/n). You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” Richter gave a good hard smack towards your ass as he thrusted in a fast motion, causing you to grasp the bed sheets with a gasp.
Your body felt a warm liquid coming out slowly from your cult, “Richter! I’m about to cum!” you told him with that moany tone of yours. “Come on, baby! Fucking cum in front of me!” Richter went very fast with the thrusts, he slowed it down afterwards when you cummed, squirming out a nice splash of warm milk. Richter laid down next to you, the two of you took a breather after the lovemaking. He held you into his strong arms, kissing your face lovingly, “Fucking hell, I love you so much, (Y/n). You make me the happiest man alive on Earth.”
You kissed him back, cupping his face, “I love you too, you goofball. We could go for another round..” You smirked mischievously. “After we clean ourselves up of course..” you saying that to your loverboy caused his heart to beat excitedly.
‘Fuck, this lady drives me wild but I fucking love her for it!’ Richter spoke through his mind, talking to himself. He dragged her closer and kissed her wildly.
Oh boy, this is going to be a long ass fun night for you and your goofy loverboy…
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a/n - My, my...I never knew I would write another Richter Belmont smut which I'm still terrible writing at. I wasn't planning to write this, this idea of mine just popped out of the blue. Well, I hope you thirsty ass hoes enjoyed this ¬‿¬
UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
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Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 5)
(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Steven belongs to me.)
Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹 And thanks to all who read this story 🥰
Read here 👉 Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary: The man of her dreams. The android Connor, who loves her more than anything, shows her how beautiful real love is...
Warning: Nsfw 18+
Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 5)
With a soft smile, Y/N looked at the rose in her hand. It had been such a beautiful gesture from Connor. Their love was just blossoming and Y/N was sure Connor knew what a red rose stood for; love and passion. When she thought of the passionate nights that awaited her, her heart hammered like crazy. The young woman walked to the window to watch the rain fall from there. There was something soothing about watching it. Holding the rose in her hand, she lost herself in thought. When her smartphone vibrated, she was brought out of her thoughts. Instantly, she checked all the messages. She blanked out all but Connor's.
Connor: Hey! Almost done with my shift. How are you doing?
Y/N: Hey, honey. Can't wait to see you ♥ I'm doing great.
The young woman smiled and waited quite impatiently for an answer from the android. It didn't take long for this to happen either.
Connor: I think about you all the time, Y/N.... Hank is going to be at the department for a while. We'd have the whole night to ourselves...
The young woman blushed. She momentarily thought back to the evening when they had first exchanged intense caresses. Her eyes wandered to her guest room. She bit her lower lip, thinking about how nice it must be to sleep with Connor. She couldn't wait to have him with her. And judging by Connor's message, he seemed to share her thoughts.
Y/N: Can't wait, my love....
Connor smiled softly. His thoughts found no peace, but he didn't mind. They were beautiful thoughts because they were all about Y/N. He sat at his desk, still biding his time until he could finally leave for Y/N. His mind was wandering, his eyes were on the monitor but his gaze was going nowhere. He wondered if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Whether his Y/N was ready for it? It was exciting to imagine his sexual fantasies in his mind. He had already tasted her mouth, but he wanted to taste so much more. He wanted to explore her whole body with his hands and his mouth. He suddenly felt hot thinking about how she would moan under him. He opened his tie a little, swallowing slightly, and sighed. His creators had probably thought of everything when they had designed him. But he liked it. It made Connor feel alive, and thanks to Y/N, more than ever.
When Connor later left to see Y/N, she was already waiting excitedly for her android. It didn't take long for Connor to reach his destination. He took one deep breath as he stood before the front door of the house and closed his eyes to collect and organize his thoughts. Then, when he was ready, he rang the doorbell and it wasn't long before it was opened for him. "Hey." His eyes traveled all over her body, seeing how lovely she was in that pretty white summer dress. It reached just above her knees. Her beautiful legs were especially nice to look at. "Hi." His warm gaze made Y/N's heart beat faster and her knees went all soft. Gently, she reached for his hand, guiding him in. "You're going to get all wet, Connor." For it was still raining outside. But Y/N had to admit that a wet Connor was very sexy. As she closed the door behind him, Y/N suddenly felt Connor close behind her. His hand gently grasped her chin, gently turning her to look into her eyes. The young woman looked up at him, a gentle smile on her lips. Her cheeks softly flushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Connor leaned down slightly to kiss her gently. Y/N heard Connor sigh contentedly and she smiled into the kiss. The kiss slowly but surely erupted into a very passionate game. Her hands played with his hair, she pressed her body tightly against his and his erection nestled perfectly against her soft abdomen. A sigh escaped her lips. "Y/N," he groaned out. Then his tongue slid into her mouth. Her taste was incomparable, and there was nothing in this world that could match Y/N's flavor. Connor couldn't get enough of her. "Y/N," he whispered. He buried his face against her neck and felt her hair tickle his face. "Connor." They wanted each other. Their desire and the love they had for each other were hard to describe in words. They had never loved so intensely before and it felt right. Of course, it was special because, after all, Y/N was human and Connor was an android. But what did that matter? When he felt just like a human, after all? The color of their blood might be different, but their hearts beat in unison...
♦♦♦♦
Both of them lay there. Naked, in the soft sheets, they exchanged tender touches and kisses. Connor was incredibly gentle and Y/N enjoyed every single touch of this man. Never before had a man touched her so tenderly and Y/N felt so desired. Connor was half lying on top of her, enjoying the feel of her tender skin touching his. Her delicate fingers kept sliding through his dark hair as he caressed her neck. It seemed that the android could hardly stop kissing the young woman. His desire for her was too strong. His mouth covered hers, his tongue penetrated between her lips and played around hers with slow movements. Meanwhile, a long, slender finger slid into her moist heat. Y/N arched toward him, her breasts heavy and warm from the lust that ran through her. He teased her by circling his finger in the same rhythm as his tongue, sending her into a sensual frenzy. Then his tongue advanced deeper into her mouth. At the same time, his finger slowly and gently penetrated her. Y/N moaned into the kiss with pleasure, clawing her fingers into his shoulders. Connor aroused in her a deep lust that almost threatened to swallow her. Breathless, she broke away from the kiss. "Connor..." "Mmmm..." He moaned softly, deeply and profoundly aroused. It was an incredible feeling for the android. To have her so close to him, to touch and taste her! He glanced at her beautiful face, saw it contort with arousal. Her cheeks were all flushed, her heartbeat was barely contained, and that seductive wetness that held his fingers enclosed almost drove him mad. He turned his hand so that his finger entered her to its full length and his thumb rested on her clit. She moaned with pleasure at his lips, whispering his name. He sped up his movement, gazing into her face with half-closed eyes as his lips rested on the corner of her mouth, listening to her sweet sounds. Y/N moaned out as her climax overtook her. She threw her head back, clutching her pillow and enjoying her orgasm to the fullest, smiling as she did so and Connor enjoyed the sight. Fascinated, his eyes took it all in as he followed with his fingertips the curve of her shoulder, the line of her collarbone, and the curve of her breast to the tip, rosy pink and firm like a closed rosebud. Gripped by a delicious feeling of lust, Y/N stroked his already hardening cock. Before they had begun their lovemaking, Y/N had known that Connor was built like a man, but that his penis would be so rich in detail had come as a surprise to her. Nothing was left out. Every fine vein, every powerful vein, every muscle, was vivid in detail. His cock was as soft as velvet. She could hardly wait to take him deep inside her. Moaning softly, Connor reached for her other hand, took a deep breath, and lifted it to his lips. "You don't know how much I desire you, Y/N." "Show me, Connor," she breathed seductively. Connor leaned over her. He kissed her thighs and moved his head back and forth to gently push them apart. His dark hair brushed over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The slight tickling increased Y/N's arousal even more. She opened her thighs for him and Connor looked up at her. "May I? Please..." He was eager to taste her. Connor was dying to have her taste on his tongue, to sink himself between her legs and taste her womanhood as if she were a pot of sweet honey. "Oh, please yes Connor..." Before she could say anything else, his head was between her thighs. His tongue gently slid between her moist labia, even now driving Y/N out of her mind with it. A long breath, part sigh, part moan, escaped her throat. His hands held her by her thighs as he caressed her. As he did so, Connor moaned deeply, full of desire, as her scent and taste clouded his senses. His lust-filled sounds almost drove Y/N crazy, because it sounded so incredibly sexy. Her fingers clawed into his dark hair and she caught his gaze as he looked up at her while slowly licking her. He didn't take his eyes off her as his tongue slid over her clit, playing around it, and eventually sucking on it.
"Oh, god... Connor..." Her head fell back into the pillows, her abdomen pressed against his face, causing Connor to now completely engulf her. His mouth was literally devouring her, his tongue sliding from her opening, up to her clit, always alternating, eventually taking in all her honey. Her inner thighs began to quiver, her heart was pounding madly, and her cheeks were flushed seductively. Connor propped his hands up at her sides and slid up her body, very slowly, so she could feel his skin, his breath, and the weight of his muscles and torso. Finally, he lay on top of her, his chest pressed against her breasts, his bare belly against hers, and the long, hard evidence of his desire between her thighs. He pressed right against the spot where Y/N's longing for him went deepest. She sighed again, her face testifying to lust as she looked at him, almost begging him to take her. His lips and also his chin, shimmered some of her honey and as he kissed her gently, allowing her to taste herself. His hand slid between their bodies before he reached for his hard cock and slowly guided it to her opening, which was already wet and ready for him. He penetrated her very gently and as he did so, they both moaned in unison, for this feeling was indescribably beautiful. Her thighs gripped his hips and she arched up to meet him, so eager was she to feel him deep inside her. Connor moaned as he buried his face against her neck, bringing her to another all-consuming climax. Connor filled her completely, her silky womanhood throbbing with desire, holding him tightly as she didn't want to miss him for a moment. Connor caressed her breasts, sucking and nibbling them tenderly. He thrust deep into her again and again, eliciting scream after scream. With each time, Y/N embraced him deeper, as if she wanted to take him even further inside her. The slapping sound of skin against skin grew louder and louder. Her pussy was so incredibly wet that she was almost blushing with each loud clap Connor made as he thrust his bulging testicles against her. They both moaned in surprise as he suddenly slid out of her without warning. Connor sat up a little to position himself, and as he did so he looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him, who was offering herself to him with complete abandon. Her legs spread wide, her body flushed in isolated places. Her lips were open a crack, her eyes sought his gaze. And those plump breasts... oh, those beautiful, round breasts! "Connor... please!" Connor was supposed to keep going, to fill her again, and the android didn't let himself ask a second time. He sank into her again. "You... you're so beautiful... so incredibly beautiful.... ngh... ah..." Connor couldn't put into words how crazy he was for Y/N. How much he desired her and how wonderful it felt to make love to her. His body was shaking, his breathing was getting more restless, deeper, and his thrusts were getting rougher. Harder and harder he thrust into her, driving the young woman out of her mind and he even managed to make her come a third time. Y/N had never experienced anything like this before, but she was all the happier for it. She was drunk with happiness and when she noticed Connor slowly coming to the end, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, clutching his hips with her legs until he too climaxed and moaned deeply into her ear. He trembled as he jerked his artificial seed deep inside her. "Y/N..." His hips moved twice, three times, before his head slumped onto her shoulder. Slowly, the tension drained from Connor's arms and his back. He lay on top of Y/N as she stroked him tenderly. "I love you, Y/N..." "I love you too." She had never loved like this before. The young woman clasped her beloved, closing her eyes as she did so, and she was so thankful for Connor.
They just lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment of their happiness. Connor could hardly believe that he was lying in bed with this beautiful woman, listening to her heartbeat. Being caressed by her was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The android lifted his head, his face very close to hers so that the tips of their noses touched. Connor kissed her very tenderly while his knuckles brushed her cheek. They smiled at each other full of warmth and love. They were in their very own world...
As the days passed, Connor and Y/N's relationship blossomed more and more. Y/N made Connor feel alive and it made him so happy. They laughed together and Connor was the best therapy for Y/N. This is exactly what the young woman thought while she was rolling out the dough for her cherry pie. She dreamily looked in the distance as she worked the dough with the rolling pin. She didn't notice Connor watching her from the living room. He smiled, thinking it was very cute how she was dreamily doing her work. Carefully he approached her and hugged her gently from behind. Instantly, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "What are you doing?" "Making a pie." Y/N sighed contentedly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying her boyfriend's presence. "What kind of pie?" he asked curiously, glancing at the other ingredients on the counter. "Ah, a cherry pie!" "Yep." The young woman laughed softly as Connor buried his face in the crook of her neck again. "What do you want to do tonight, Y/N? You up for a movie?" "Yeah! Sounds great!" While they were talking about what movie to watch, a very worried Hank came home. They didn't even notice him at first, and it broke the lieutenant's heart to give them bad news in this moment of joy. He just stood in the living room next to the couch, silently looking at the two of them. "Fuck..." he just muttered softly. He could hardly believe it himself! How was he going to tell the two of them now? Y/N world would break apart! "Oh, hey Hank!" Y/N gave the lieutenant a joyful smile, but he only looked at her sorrowfully, whereupon the young woman frowned. "Is everything all right, Lieutenant?" "No, Connor." Silence reigned among them and the young couple looked at each other questioningly. What was on Hank's mind? "I..." Hank didn't know exactly how to begin. He sighed heavily, running his hand over his beard. "We need to talk!"
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I, Jessica Wolf, basically wrote
A novel book 📖 🙂. I had fun writing ✍️ this😎:
She was a savage soul. Strong and beautiful. And yet, undeniably broken. Some days she loved people.
Other days, her heart was 🥶 as 🪨. In those moments, All her walls were back up. A fortified city. She was mysterious. Aloof. Melancholy. Other moments, she was Inspiring. She laughed some days. Other days. She cried tears that no one ever saw. They weren’t physical tears. These were the tears 😭 that stayed inside her heart. She is a paradox. Did you ever truly know the real Jessica at all.
Or did you know the Jessica that she only let you see. She wore many 🎭. Emotionally, she put on each one when the occasion was just right. She watched her back constantly. Many days, her heart was truly under 🔒 and 🔑. Most ever see..what I want you to see.
Yes, I have a happy side. I have a sad side. I think deeply. Many days, I just shut down. I become
Numb. I close off my heart. And cry to Jesus. He holds my heart close. Especially in those moments I feel tired and numb.
He reminds me exactly who I am.
I am a deep thinker. I love romance novels. I love reading mysteries. I love comedies. I love thrillers. I Love forensics sciences books. I love life when it keeps me up on the very tips of my toes.
I love sushi, shrimp, all things seafood.
I love buttery pasta.
I love reading books.
Spending time with Jesus.
Singing.
Some days, I’m a happy soul. Other days, I’m sad.
And right now, I’m looking out at the glorious gorgeous picturesque mountains & scenic views of the hillsides as I write ✍️ this.
One of my other passions is cooking and baking. I absolutely love to make delectable dishes for my wonderful husband and children. The other thing that excites me is-decorating for the holidays in each season.
The fall season and Christmas season is one of my all time favorites. I love looking up Pinterest worthy styles online and in person at hobby lobby. Other times and moments, I shop online. I love finding those sales. You know the ones that just simply make your heart soar and bring a huge smile to your lips. I love beautifying mike and I’s, home. I love
Bringing a spruce of color here and there. I love bringing in the happy and cozy decor. The warm color of light brown colors and soft
Blues. Colors that invoke a feeling of comfort and safety. Simply a peaceful atmosphere w happy setting.
Most importantly, I love speaking to others about Jesus as I sip my cup of coffee ☕️ or a nice steaming cup of tea 🍵.
When I have my gal friends over for a quiet evening, I love playing the hostess as I ask if they’d like some wine 🍷 and cheese 🧀. You know the cute food platter board-that has all the yummy olives 🫒, apples 🍎 🍏. I love blessing others. And, finding a gift 🎁 that Jesus tells me that they’ll absolutely love. I call these moment: God kisses. The moment, Jesus gives me a prophetic word or words for someone and it completely transforms
And changes their entire world. I love buying all sorts of jewelry and cute gifts to go along with prayers time. And glittery Kleenexes, soaking prophetic worship music 🎶 as the presence and the love of Jesus fills the atmosphere.
Once you’ve entered into the presence of God; everything changes here. Hearts are softened. They are made new. One feels absolutely refreshed and happy again. I, just love seeing the gold in others. Highlighting what Jesus shows me
About them. I love treasure h u n t s. I love seeing and hearing what Jesus speaks over them. Jesus is so good.
So. Yes. My passion is showing others Jesus 🙂.
Spending time with Jesus is my happy place.
Ahh. Feeling so refreshed myself even while writing ✍️. Thank
You Jesus for this beautiful and comforting Cathartic word. I needed. This moment. I needed this time. Happiness truly is found in You.
One day. Jesus I can’t wait give you the biggest hug 🤗 ever.
Heaven is going to be glorious
Thanks for reading, friends:)
Jessica. 💕☺️
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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨
this includes eren, levi, armin, connie, and jean
reading: black!fem!reader
genre: fluff
a/n: decided to bring this back while I’m redoing my page so don’t mind
━ 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿
Y’all would definitely a power couple, the ones that rule the internet
You know those cute ones you find on Pinterest? That would be y’all, definitely De’arra and Ken vibes
Eren would be such a teaser, he would tease you like all the time, and definitely a tickler no matter how many times you tell him to stop
Every time you feel insecure about trying new colors or different hair styles, he’s gonna always convince you to do it
You would literally debate on big chopping your hair and he’ll convince you to go for it cause why? You’ll look beautiful no matter what
I feel his favorite old movie would be boyz in the hood
Randomly, he would scream that “RICKY!!” line like all the time
Eren would definitely let you braid his hair or let you try cute styles you find
Oh and you would do the style on yourself just to match and take pics, POWER COUPLE TINGZ 🥰
Eren would not take wash day seriously for his life 😭 mf would add either too much or too little of deep shampoo or keep splashing water around the shower, meanwhile you’re trying to deep condition your hair
Don’t worry, he’ll apologize after you beat his ass (you barely won though)
━ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻
Y’all would definitely be one of those rich couples
You know those rich aunties that are living their best life in bora bora while sipping mimosa? That’s y’all
You and Levi would live in like a mid-size mansion or a beautiful penthouse that has a nice view
Y’all bed is nothing but fine black or royal blue silk
All you two both know is Chanel, Dolce and Gabana, Prada, Givenchy, Armani, the list goes on
You two don’t know the broke life, y’all wouldn’t even dare to touch or enter the Gucci store
Only the fanciest restaurants for the fanciest couples
Wash days would turn into a bubble bath with you laying on Levi’s chest and him washing your hair for you while you’re sipping wine and ranting on about anything
I KNOW Levi be giving some bomb ass scalp massages, feel like his fingers were sent from Heaven
Now when it comes to actually getting your hair done, he’s running background checks and doing the utmost to make sure your hair tech isn’t a scam
Let someone talk about his beautiful wife, him AND your security guards are beating their ass
Now if y’all had a kid, WHEW CHILE 🚶🏾♀️
I feel like the world would try levi and give him a bad ass baybay kid (hopefully y’all know what I’m talking about 😭) or a prissy kid with his attitude
Either way, the kid is getting their ass whooped from either you or him
Now don’t get me wrong, he would be very overprotective of his kid and only accept THE FINEST for his kid
━ 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁
You two would be those cute aesthetic couples, more so on the soft boy/indie vibes
You guys would have picnics dates like allll the time, of course, you don’t mind since this gives the chance to appreciate and learn more about one another
Everyday Armin would give you a fun fact he learned about us black folks, sometimes the fact would even shock you
Armin would definitely be a fan of the Black Panther Party
Wash days would just be him helping you and soft music playing in the background
Armin would take the time to do deep research about our culture
Your family would love him so much, he would always get snatched up by either your baby cousins or aunties every time you bring him to the cookout
Every time you get your hair or nails done, he’s always there next to you, chatting up a storm
The girlies in the salon shoot a glare cause of course they’re mad they didn’t bag a loving boyfriend like Armin
If he’s not there, he’s FaceTiming you or asking for pics in the end
Sometimes he’ll go above and beyond and wear outfits to match your new do and take pics
Every time you’ll feel down or not yourself, he would buy you small gifts like flowers or your favorite food to make it better
If that doesn’t work, he’ll let you sit or lay on his lap and listen to you rant, even if it’s about the most trivial thing
━ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿
You two would be those goofy couples that roast each other all the time
You would say a minor thing like his shirt is inside out and he’ll joke about something about you, now y’all going back and forth till one of y’all almost die from laughing
You ever wonder why your bonnets go missing? It’s because of your boyfriend
The mf would walk around the house wearing it likes it’s nothing and misplace it
Until one day you catch him wearing it
You: Connie why are you wearing my bonnet?
Connie: They’re cute and I think I look good with them *insert lightskin face*
You: Boy give me my shit back, no wonder I keep losing them
Your biggest hype man EVER no matter what
You could just be washing the dishes in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and a bonnet and he’ll hype you up
He just loves seeing your beautiful face 🥰
Now when you get your hair and nails done, he’s definitely showing you off, especially on Instagram
He’s taking multiple pics and multiple stories like a photographer and you’re out here feeling good about yourself
━ 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻
Y’all would a chill couple, those couples that just mind their business and love each other
Every once in a while you guys would update social media, barely though
You two definitely do y’all skincare routine together and take cute pictures
Super indecisive whenever you ask him what color or hairstyle you should try next
At first, he would be nervous to ask you to help wash your hair but washed over it and decided to ask you, of course, you said yes
Just like Levi, Jean definitely gives one of the best scalp massages EVER
Except his massages would send you to sleep and you’re just laying on his chest, lightly snoring, while his fingers work magic
I feel like he would talk about having a kid of his own a lot. He would be so happy to have a mini mixed him running around (not to the point where he’s fetishizing though)
Dates with him would mostly consist of something chill like visiting an aquarium or staying home and watching movies
Jean would definitely have thousands upon thousands of questions if you were to show him a black movie though (especially a tyler perry one)
At this point, you would have to tell him to write his questions down so he wouldn’t interrupt
shoutout to anon cause this was my first ever request
decided to bring it back while I’m redoing my page
not to brag but it was my second biggest post also
bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says
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Selcouth
Pinterest board full of writing shit finally came in handy with this one, huh? BTW anon- I added Thor because I'm a shitty whore, and I’m dying to write about other RoR characters
Selcouth- odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner, etc;
Synopsis: Reader recounts the night they met from their POV
Warnings/Pairings: Reader x Thor/Poseidon (separate, SFW) | Being chased, mid mentions of blood and murder on Poseidon's part
-This post is a bitch to scroll down so I’m readmoring that shit-
THOR
Energy permeated throughout every inch of your being as your eyes widened in wonder, your breath hitched in amazement, and every last word on your tongue died in anticipation for the sight before you.
At the cliff’s edge stood a mountain of man, with hair so fiery you could see it clearly even in the downpour. It draped around his shoulders and fell down his back in wet, graceful clumps. A howling wind joined the raindrops' symphony, sending a shiver down your spine. The cold was bad enough even with the thickest coat on, yet here he stood, without even a hood for his head. In fact, he seemed perfectly at home among the cacophonous noise and relentless shower.
The signature boom! of another round of thunder shook the ground, bringing you to your knees. Viewing him from this angle, a stray ray of light allowed you to see his face. The gold of his irises sparkled against the black surrounding them, the water that slid over his face made those strange black lines shimmer with a certain kind of glow you thought you’d never see again.
You wondered if your eyes deceived you as you saw the hammer he carried.
It was monstrous in size, and emitted an air of intelligence no being of metal should have. With awe you watched as he lifted it above his head, and realized he was winding it back as he bent to lower the hammer behind him. With the speed of a strike of lighting, he sent it flying through the air, high enough to pierce the clouds and enter the heavens.
The resulting blast blew the dark storm clouds away, leaving a bright blue sky and a brighter yellow sun in their stead. It was blinding, but a couple blinks later you could withstand it. What you couldn’t stand, however, was the small smile on his face as he stared down at you, giant hammer resting on his shoulder.
His voice was deep and quiet, but you heard him clearly nevertheless.
“Wanna fight?”
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Thor blew an amused breath from his nose, readjusting his hold on you as he sat up in the large chair. “I have no memory of ever asking you to fight.”
You chuckled at his observation, struggling to speak around your smile, “Are you sure? As battle-crazed as you are, you’d probably fight an ant if it was bold enough to crawl on your shoe.” You couldn’t resist the urge to laugh at your own joke, grasping at his strong biceps as your giggles almost sent you off the chair and onto the hard marble floor of Thor’s room. You’d fallen on it before, the first time you came in his room, and realized quickly it was not a repeat-worthy experience.
“I’d never fight you.” There he went again. Being romantic out of nowhere. It was even better because you knew he didn’t mean it as a romantic gesture, it was simply how he felt, pure and simple. “Below that, I would never fight someone as small and scrawny as you. I’d crush you.” You bit back the smartass comment on your tongue and rolled your eyes. The downside of him always stating his pure and simple thoughts was this: words that would just be teasing with anyone else weren’t teasing with him. Somedays, you wondered if he knew what teasing was. Maybe you should teach him.
Silence fell over the two of you, a happy hum in your throat as you enjoyed each other’s presence. To your surprise, it was he who broke the silence.
“Is that really how you saw me?” It took a moment to realize he meant the first night you saw him.
“Yeah... You’re quite the majestic sight every time you do your job, but there will never be anything quite like that first time. When everything was new and unexpected. You were.... Selcouth. Like a unicorn.” You felt him stiffen, and then,
“A unicorn?” His confusion was evident by his tone. You smiled, saying, "Yeah. A unicorn.”
POSEIDON
Had you had an ounce of humor left in you, you'd have thought the crashing waves made excellent background music to the sound of your bare feet hitting the gravel. Like a movie scene.
But this was real life, and the pain as glass pierced your soles was real.
Your dangerous lack of air was real, and the numb, heavy filling spreading to all your limbs as you reached the very limits of exertion was all too real. The person behind you- you could hear their breathe clearer than ever now.
Their footsteps were still going strong, and a scream ripped free from your throat as you felt their fingers attempt to snag your shirt.
Another random turn took your mad race to the beach.
The abruptness of your change in direction sent you spiraling into the sand, choking on a scream as sand replaced air and your stalker's body weight crushed your back.
Tears. Fresh, hot, and large, they ran down your face in constant streams as the bastard's sinister chuckle filled the space around you. You glanced towards the ocean.
There it was, enchanting as ever in the new dawn's light. Strong and unwavering, there was no one who could fight the sea and win.
For a moment, you wished you were the sea.
A bitter wave of tears appeared at the thought. You could never be the sea, but...
You sent a silent prayer that just once, even if only for today, you could have the ocean's strength at your side.
Closing your eyes, you prepared for the worse as the bastard's hands began to roam.
Almost as quickly, you heard a choked gurgle sound, paired with the sound of skin being split open.
Soon as the stalker's bodyweight was gone, you were scrambling to your feet, not wasting a second as you made space between their body and yours.
Gazing at the sight before you, a certain fondness bloomed in your heart for the cold-looking man before you.
The force of his anger would have brought you to your knees if they could move. Waves, sparkling in the sunlight, swirled fast around his lower body, as if attuned to his rage. Eyes rising past a chiseled abdomen and heaven-sculpted arms, you land on a face you thought could put a god's to shame. Smooth skin, and cold, dead eyes that gleamed with killing intent. His perfect face was framed by beautiful light blonde locks, and you found yourself wondering if they were soft as they looked.
A turquoise trident was in his raised hand, and your stalker's was on the end of it. Blood trickled over his pale fingers, and with a look of disgust, the man sent them flying with a single swift movement. You watched in amazement as the body flew beyond where you could see.
Your eyes snapped back to where your mysterious saviour stood, and a new wave of awe settled over you. He looked enchanting, blood dripping from his arm to dye the water surrounding him a light red and all.
He approached in two swift steps; his legs were quite long, you noticed, and just as muscled as the rest of him.
Anticipation would have made your words catch in your throat if there was any air for them to exist in the first place.
Realizing you'd stopped breathing, your knees gave out as you hacked up sand from your throat while trying to get in a single decent breath or two. It was embarrassing, you thought, having this perfect-looking man gaze down at you, still wearing that threatening grimace, as you coughed up sand. It took a moment to get your breath back, but when you could finally speak again, the first words you uttered were
"Thank you."
Your clothes were getting wet from water flung off by the waves, still furious in their motions, and the silence was starting to feel oppressive. Even though he seemed to regard you as less than, he had a powerful air about him, one that kept your mouth shut and your eyes on his.
With a single turn on his heel he made for the ocean, saying over his shoulder, "Don't look me in my eye again, mortal."
As he disappeared among the waves, your last thought was how you weren't aware a voice so deep could have such a melodic tone to it.
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Poseidon hadn't stopped looking at you since you started talking, and it was starting to make you feel shy.
You returned his powerful gaze, and he smirked in amusement at your attempt to recreate his glare. "I remember that night well. You sent many prayers after, each more insistent and annoying."
You chuckled a bit, glad to see the serious mood gone for a little bit.
"I recall another specific memory after that, where after a another prayer on the beach a sea shell hit me in my forehead." The sentence is so ridiculous, you can't stop laughing, especially knowing it was your now-husband who did it.
He didn't smile, he practically never did. But in his eyes, there was the equivalent of a smile. Affection and joy swirled in those no longer cold, no longer dead eyes of his. Pulling you close, he said, "I'm glad I was there."
The serious mood was back, but it was gentler than before. Knowing that this conversation would be one he'd make you take to the grave, you responded through a smile. "Me too." You made yourself comfortable in his arms, the bed creaking as the two of you moved about, happy in each other's presence. Happy with the strength of the seas at your side.
Sunlight filtered in through the windows, and you turned your head to find the ocean sparkling anew, much like on that day. A word popped into your head, and you realized it described him perfectly.
"Selcouth"
His attention was on you again, unwavering like the sea he ruled over.
"Selcouth. It was the perfect word to describe you then, and it's the perfect word to describe you now." To your great surprise, he chuckled, and while no words were said, the kiss he planted on your lips told you everything.
He thought you were selcouth too.
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A/N: Why the FUCK can't I finish anything in the daytime. When shit is reasonable, ya'know? Also, it think I'm gonna keep this top-part formatting for when I do multi-character posts. It's just easier.
But anyways, I'm glad I finally finished this. Guess a fresh wave of trauma really poked my need to write,,(;;;・_・)
ANYWAYS AGAIN, I hope y'all enjoy and anon, I'm SO fucking sorry this took so long. I finally have a phone again (the last broke and my computer and tablet are no good for writing) plus I was having some trouble designing Poseidon's part. If they (Thor and Poseidon's parts) seem different, it's because two different people wrote them. Aka me and me after 2022 happened.
Other than my ramblings, you guys know the deal. Spell check me, and feedback is appreciated. Especially comments *wink wink*
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No Place Like You
Pics found on Pinterest | Dividers from @firefly-graphics
Summary: The start of a new life, brings people that help you to make this start all better, and even some are there to brighten your days at the darkest moments Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader Squares filled: Mutual Pining for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Divorce for @spnmixedbingo // Free Space for @spnfluffbingo // Laughing Together for @anyfandomfluffbingo // Warnings: Toxic past relationships, divorce, new beginnings, mutual pinning, jealousy, mental health. Word Count: 1.4k Rating: General Audience A/N: This is vaguely based on the Nicholas Sparks movie "Safe Heaven". I saw it the other day and felt inspired to write this. The timeline events are rushed, I know, but this is what my muse decided. Also this is my first time writing for Misha, so please be nice. Enjoy the reading!
After finally getting divorced from your abusive husband, you decided to get a new start in your life. You bought a ticket for the first bus that was leaving. in one of the rest stops, you felt a deep connection, it felt like the town was asking you to stay there. You “accidentally” miss the bus. since you didn’t have many belongings, you were able to stay there and get the fresh start you needed and wanted. You found a small motel and rented a single room. You had a place to stay, now, you needed to find a job. You knew it was gonna take time, but you needed to keep yourself positive.
While walking around town, you found a small diner, you went there to eat something, you left with a job there, you were their newest waitress. The universe was paying off all the bad you went through, and finally, your new life started.
You’ve been working as a waitress for a few weeks now and you were finally feeling at home. You’ve made friends with your coworkers and some regular clients, but there was someone who always sat at the same place, waiting for you. Every time you went to his table, he would give you a big smile and greet you with pet names. Brianna, one of your co-workers and first friend you've made, said that he sat there because he had a crush on you.
Could’ve been true? Did he have a crush on you? He was a very handsome man, he had very beautiful blue eyes, a big smile, and he seemed to have a great heart, he was always treating everyone with such love and care. Everyone at the diner loved him and with each passing day, you could see why.
On a particular day, this man was going to change your day. You were having a very awful day; your mood was bad and your mental health was in a bad place. You weren’t in the right headspace to deal with nosy customers, but because the customers weren’t the reason for your bad mood, you tried your best to keep it aside, but it was hard.
You were explaining to Brianna what was going on in your mind, when your exclusive customer came, you hadn't asked his name yet, you were too shy to do it. You grabbed the coffee pot and went to his table, “Hi beautiful” he greeted you with his perfect smile that made his eyes wrinkle, “Hello, sir. The usual?” you asked, avoiding any type of conversation. “Yes, darling. Are you okay?” He asked concerned, “I’m Misha, by the way” You didn’t have a tag name yet, so you had to tell him yours, even if you didn’t like the idea. “I’m Y/N, and yes, I’m fine” you almost whispered the last part.
“Are you sure?” he asked and you nodded. You had to be strong and not break in front of him. “I’ll be right back with your order sir,” you smiled, and when you were about to leave, he said “Misha,” you nodded again and repeated his name.
You asked Brianna to cover you for five minutes, you needed some fresh air, she accepted without hesitation. She knew what you were going through, she was the first friend you made after starting your new life there. You stayed outside for a few minutes and went back inside. You made it to the kitchen, grabbed Misha’s order, and took it to his table. You faked a smile at him, and handed him his order saying “enjoy your meal,” you turned around and left. After that, you decided to stick at the cashier, you didn’t have the energy to deal with people.
When Brianna went to gather the used plates, you saw that she had stayed talking a bit with Misha and she kept glancing at you. What was she telling him? Why did she need to keep looking at you while talking with him? When she was about to leave him, you heard her saying, “Don’t worry, it's all right” and she touched his shoulder. Was she flirting with him? Was she trying to make you feel jealous?
Wait, why would she want to make you feel jealous? You are not interested in Misha, you’ve just gotten out of a complicated divorce, you were hurt, you were still fighting the nightmares your ex left in you. You weren’t looking for love, but the way Misha treated you, burst your heart. Not even your ex-husband treated you like that when you were dating. Misha was special, and you felt somewhat attracted to that.
You kept your long face for the rest of your shift, not wanting to deal with people’s bullshit, you kept a straight face and not show any emotion. Yes, the regular customers could sense that you weren’t in your regular and happy mood, but they also knew to not mess up with you. By the end of your shift, the cook gave you some packed food for your dinner and you filled up your travel cup with coffee. You said your goodbyes and left.
It was around 6 PM when you were leaving, there was still some daylight so probably when you arrived at your motel’s room was going to be dark. You started to walk when you noticed Misha sitting on one of the outside benches, he definitely was waiting for someone. You weren’t in the mood to talk with him but you had to, he was on the bench that was in the direction you needed to take.
You walked by next to him and said your goodbyes. He looked up and called you, “hey Y/N, wait,” you turned around and said “what happened? are you waiting for someone and need company?” in a harsh tone, “yes, well, actually, I was waiting for you,” you gasped, did you hear him correctly? “Me?” he got up and signaled you to keep walking, “yes, I wanted to talk to you. I noticed you weren’t having a good day and wanted to know if everything was fine” he admitted, you sighed, this couldn’t be happening, you couldn’t tell him you were trying to figure out if you had feelings for him or not.
“Look, Misha,” you said stopping your track, “I really appreciate your concern but, I don’t want to be rude. There’s nothing you or anyone can do to fix me. I’m too messed up right now to think about anything.” Misha was taken aback by your outburst, his expression showed he was more confused now than before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’ll leave you alone,” he said hurt. It broke your heart seeing him hurt, you had screwed up a new friendship, relationship, or whatever, but you knew one thing, you needed to fix it. “Wait,” you said grabbing his hand. “I’m the one who needs to be sorry, you just wanted to help and I took it on you. I’m sorry,” he gave you a small smile and nodded but he didn’t let your hand go.
You stood there with him for a little until he took you to the bench where he was seated before. You stayed there talking with him, getting to know him a bit more. Your stomach got filled with butterflies after talking for an hour with him.
“Wait here,” you said pulling the packed food aside, you hadn’t noticed but there was a message there. “It’s enough food for two. Enjoy. Bri” you chuckled after reading Bri’s message. “What is it?” Misha asked and you showed him what Bri has written on your packed food, both of you started to laugh. When the laugh ended, you were nervous and to avoid getting awkward with him you asked “uh, would you like to have dinner with me?” Misha’s smile got even bigger than normal. “Yes, I would love to” he answered. You were about to get up when he stopped you. He leaned in, put a hand on your cheek, and pecked your lips, your heart stopped beating. Now, you were a goner. His gestures toward you made you weak in your knees. He got up and extended his hand, you took it and walked hand in hand with him to your motel room.
On the walk to your motel, you explained to him while you were still at a motel and not in a rented apartment. You also explained a bit about your past and why it was related to your bad mood. He was very understanding, he let you talk without interrupting. You haven’t felt at ease with a man in years. He definitely had a special place in your heart.
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Amoreena | Chapter two
Chapter Two
summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.
Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.
Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers
word count: 6k
a/n: this is set May 2021 in my brain just in case anyone was wondering while reading it !! here is the pinterest board and the spotify playlist for the fic too!
from the beginning <3
They were sitting on the steps of the Smithsonian when he arrived. Y/N was a vision in a yellow blouse and blue jeans, basking in the sun's rays when she looked more like sunshine herself, throwing seed at the birds with Amoreena.
He took a deep breath and smiled, waving to get their attention.
“Spencer!” Amoreena cheered, running down the steps and into his arms. Almost knocking her hat off as she leapt into his arms.
“Oof,” is all he can say as he makes sure to catch her, surprised to get this sort of reaction from someone.
She fixes her hat and leans back in his arms, “do you like my outfit? I’m the old man from Tarzan and mom is Jane!”
He sets her down then, watching her stick a foot out so he can get a good look at her olive-coloured jean shorts, button-up shirt and blue bowtie and brown boots. She went all out for her adventure today, making his heart burst.
“I looked into that Milo guy,” he says, showing off his own outfit. Pushing his glasses up and adjusting his red bowtie.
“You look just like him!!!” She was beyond excited, turning to Y/N who was all smiles on the steps.
She stood as they walked towards her, “mom look, he’s Milo!”
“You look great,” she complimented him, that twinkle in her eyes back as she blushed.
“Thank you, so do you,” he said softly. “Both of you are dressed for the right adventure today.”
“What do you have in store Mr. tour guide?” Y/N teased, taking Amoreena’s hand and walking into the museum.
“Dr. Tour guide,” he corrects her softly, making her smile and shove him lightly.
“Sorry,” she teased him, “Doctor tour guide, what is your plan for today?”
“I bought 3 tickets ahead of time,” Spencer admits, taking three lanyards out of his jacket pocket and handing them each one. “We have special access today, just show the guards these and we can go almost anywhere.”
“Are you sure you don’t work here? Not even undercover?” Amoreena interrogated him, narrowing her eyes as she watched his response.
He laughed, “I promise, I helped them on a case once, and my old boss knows the curator, they owed me a favour.”
“Old boss?” Y/N catches it.
He nods lightly, “he quit a while ago to have a family.”
“Smart man.”
“I sent in my letter of resignation last night,” he adds, “if you’re still looking for a literary historian?”
She beamed at him, reaching out an arm to tuck under his and pull him in close. Following him through the doors with Amoreena’s hand still in hers. “I’ll arrange an interview this week.”
The rotunda was one of the coolest parts of the Smithsonian Museum of National History. A beautiful African Bush Elephant greets them in the centre, tusks extending out towards them as Amoreena gasps.
“Wow,” her small voice whispers.
“Cool, huh?” Spencer leans to look at her expression, she’s absolutely gobsmacked.
It makes him smile, that beautiful glimmer of amazement spreading across her face as her small brain tries to understand what exists in the world outside of her mind's grasp. It was priceless, he loved every moment.
“So, I was thinking you could look around and whenever you’re ready, we have access to the Student Centre. You’re going to get to look at some special bones and fossils, and even dig some up!” He was so excited to share the plans with her.
She let go of her mom's hand to flap her arms wildly, excitement coursing through her veins as she shook, grinding her teeth together as she smiled, it was how he remembered feeling as a child when something good happened. Pure joy, excitement level 1000.
“Sound good?”
“Spencer,” Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, taking over for the speechless child, “that sounds perfect, thank you.”
“The Dino’s are this way,” he leads them down the corridor, through a set of doors towards a large swirling sign,
“Journey through deep time!” Y/N read the sign, smiling at Amoreena as she ran towards it, touching the swirl as she read all the words to herself.
“It’s so sad they died,” Amoreena says so matter of factly that it makes him bite back a smile.
“Yeah,” he agrees with a small laugh. Y/N's shaking her head with a sigh of pure love. “What kind of dinosaur is your favourite?”
“The Jurassic era,” she responds, standing closer to the sign and reading all the words. “Did you know the earth used to be mostly desert? There was a massive heatwave, that’s why they believe dinosaurs were most likely scaled but thanks to the melting ice caps as we recover from the ice age and move back towards being tropical, we’re discovering dinosaurs frozen in ice with feathers and fur!”
It takes his breath away, seeing someone so much like him with a mother who loves every single word that leaves her mouth. Pride on her face as she looks at her little genius and back towards Spencer, waiting for his response.
“So you’ve been a paleontologist this whole time and you never told me?”
She laughs and swats the air, “no, I just read a lot of books.”
“She can read really fast, like Matilda,” Y/N bragged.
“I do too,” Spencer knelled down in front of her. “It’s a very wonderful thing to have a brain as big and magical as ours, never let anyone tell you otherwise okay?”
“Never, I’m the smartest in the kingdom,” Amoreena smiled.
“Yes, she is,” Y/N smiled again, placing her hand on Spencer's back as they continued to walk around the exhibits.
He felt like he had a family, like one of those couples who would go to Ikea and pretend they lived in the sets. This was the most perfect make-believe day of his life, leading a child just like him through a world of things she loved.
Y/N was quiet most of the day, watching them interact with a soft smile and sad eyes. Spencer noticed it but let it slide, he’d ask her about it later when she could be honest with him. He didn’t want to profile her, it wasn’t fair to judge her before he knew her, nor taint the fantastical thoughts he already had about her.
They had lunch in the butterfly exhibit, sitting at the seat by the fountain, Amoreena asking nicely if Spencer could sit in the middle so they could both talk to him. It was adorable, Amoreena was so intrigued by his mind she couldn’t stop asking him questions.
Y/N made him a sandwich and brought him a water bottle, as well as bringing some apple slices and grapes, goldfish and juice boxes for when Amoreena got hungry on the way home. Like a true mom, her purse was full of napkins and hair ties, random books and toys. Rocks, pine cones, everything a young mind would find exciting.
She was like Marry Poppins, pulling everything and then some out of her purse as she searched for something specific. “I brought you something, I’ve had it sitting around the house just moving it to different spots over the years, and thought you’d like it.”
It made him giddy to know she was thinking about him, he couldn’t sit still as he anticipated what it was. She pulled a small metal pin out of her bag then, taking the backing off and clipping it to his pocket.
“Best tour guide ever,” she whispered, reading the words to him with a smile.
“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” he shrugged, pushing down the butterflies in his stomach as they were swarmed by the beautiful creatures.
“It’s like animal crossing in here,” Amoreena said to herself as she looked around, kicking her feet as she sat on the bench, tilting her head back and forth absentmindedly as she took it all in.
He wasn’t sure when he stopped doing that; when he started to mask his true self so much that he no longer felt free in public, taking a moment to copy her movements and just enjoy the moment. Making her smile as she noticed him copy her with adoration, not to tease her in any way whatsoever.
“Can we talk when she’s looking at the fossils?” He asks Y/N softly, knowing that she’ll be the most open when Amoreena’s tiny ears wouldn’t be there to remember everything she says.
“Yeah,” she nods with a small smile. “How about I throw out our garbage and we head to that surprise?”
Amoreena jumped off the bench, tugging Spencer towards the door as Y/N cleaned up, following them eventually.
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They had the classroom all to themselves and Amoreena was still for the first time all day. Standing in the middle of the room as the lights adjusted, changing the glow from blue to amber as they warmed.
The walls were filled with posters and informative signs, there were glass cases showcasing all the finest fossils and bones known to man. And a sand table in the middle of the room, smocks and brushes for archaeology all set up and waiting for her.
“Once you get all suited up, and we’ll get you a little mask so you don’t breathe in any of the dirt and dust, you can dig up whatever is hidden in there!” Spencer announced.
Y/N helped her into a smock, handing her the brushes and asking her to be extra careful with the plastic chisel and hammer. She was beaming from ear to ear the most toothy smile he’s ever seen.
Y/N stopped to take a photo of her then, holding her instruments in front of the sand table, “get in, we’ll tell everyone that Milo took us on a special tour today.”
Spencer kneeled close to Amoreena, she leaned in and wrapped an arm around him to get him in closer, always being the one to choose how much contact she made with Spencer. He would never want to overstep with someone else’s child.
“Beautiful!” Y/N cheered, locking her phone and slipping it back into her jeans as Amoreena turned to the table of sand, dirt and clay.
She got right to work, not skipping a beat as she leaned in and started to dig. Spencer stepped back with Y/N, knowing Amoreena was going to be in her own little world for as long as they left her alone.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m great, I’m just a little surprised,” her voice is soft, low enough that it stays with him. “You’re really good with her for a fed.”
He laughed, nodding his head as he registered her joke. “Ex fed, and I have a 12-year-old godson, Henry.”
“Ahh, so no kids of your own?” Her voice was small, she took a look at his hand to avoid eye contact and he understood.
“None, no wife, no love children hiding out there in the world that I know of, it’s just me, I promise,” he tried his best to ease her anxiety about introducing a new man into her child’s life.
She nods slightly, “you seem too good to be true sometimes.”
He huffed out a small laugh, pressing his lips together as he looked at her, “pretty sure I’ve been dreaming since I saw you.”
She shoved him as she laughed, “would you like to come back to our place for dinner? I know it’s a little weird, believe me, I know, but we live on my parent's land and my mom’s making enough shepherds pie to feed an army.”
“Yeah I’d love to, I’ll get a cab home after,” he felt a swirling in his stomach, nervous and excited all at once.
“Okay,” she whispered, “or we can get to know each other, and then you could sleep on the couch and I’ll bring you back into DC in the morning? I have to drive in any way.”
He licked his lips and nodded his head, wondering what other kind of invitation this could be. If it was pure hospitality, wanting him to be safe for the night instead of inside some stranger's car, or was she wanting alone time with him.
The thoughts turned around in his head over and over making him dizzy, “okay, yeah I’d love to,” he managed to slip the words out without falling over them.
She smiled, tight-lipped and small. Looking up at him with a new look he hasn’t seen on her yet, one he’s only seen in a few faces in his time, and yet he believed her’s the most.
She was smitten with him as much as he was with her.
He sighed, smiling back at her just as soft. She reached her hand out to hold his, walking towards the table with him in tow. Leaning over Amoreena’s shoulder as she unearthed her new most prized possessions.
—
Amoreena was the funniest kid to drive with, He sat in the passenger seat of Y/N’s car with her in a car seat directly behind him. She was singing, cheering, pointing out the window to show him all her favourite things on the way to her house.
Telling him stories about the make-believe people she created to live in the houses, the trolls under bridges and the names of every cow in the field along the long driveway of her grandparent's farm.
“Bob and Linda are an interesting pair,” she warned him as they pulled in closer and closer. Dirt flying up behind the wheels as she drove fast, knowing every bump and turn from memory.
“They will be asking you every question in the book and if you’re going to be looking at the animals they will insist on putting you in flannel and a cowboy hat, it’s a tradition for visitors,” she explained it in a way where he knew she wanted him to think she hated it, but actually she looked excited to do it to him.
“I can’t wait,” he smiled.
“Amoreena has already told them all about you at dinner last night, so they are expecting her to drag you here tonight,” she pushed the blame onto Amoreena, downplaying her affection for him in a self-conscious way he could feel.
He didn’t want to profile her, but it wouldn’t turn off. He was desperate to know her more, to know if she felt the weird tugging in her heart that made him think soulmates might be real. A pain so intense that if he had to explain it to a doctor, it was like his heart was a negative charge and he was being drawn to her much more positive one.
“We have 16 cats, 46 cows, 13 chickens, 4 ducks, 50 sheep and 1 horse, her name is buttercup,” Amoreena informed him, stealing the attention once again.
“Wow, who’s your favourite?” Spencer turned to her, watching her kick her feet as she looked out the windows.
“Probably Alfonzo our fluffy show cow, or Rufus, our dog,” she said softly. “Sometimes nanny lets him sleep at our house.”
“That’s so cool, I’ve never had a pet.”
“What?!” Amoreena stopped, pressing her lips together as her eyes shot wide open, thinking it was the most absurd thing anyone has ever said.
“My mom was sick when I was growing up so I spent my time taking care of her, I didn’t have time for a dog,” he said softly, saying it in a way that wouldn’t scare her.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N said softly, reaching her hand out to pat his knee as she kept her eyes on the road.
Then she was pulling in past a big house, around the bend behind it, past the garden and the trail to the barn towards another house. It was big and white, probably big enough to have 4 bedrooms. Many levels, with multiple build-ons from years ago ageing to match eventually.
It was covered in vines, ivy and flowers. It was just like miss honeys. He felt something unspeakable, opening his mouth softly to breathe as his eyes trailed up the siding to the shingles.
He couldn’t believe it.
“Home sweet home,” her wonderful voice brought him back to reality. Saying the word that matched the feeling in his chest.
“Wow,” he whispered. His mouth moved to say words, not a single one slipped through the cracks, his lips touching with fake syllables as he stared at it.
“It was my grandma’s, it’s the house she raised my dad in,” Y/N explained as she put the car in park.
“Mommy had me as a gift for GG,” Amoreena added from the back.
“Her great-grandma,” Y/N nodded with a soft smile, biting the inside of her lip as she fought her feelings. That was a touchy subject that he was going to pry into, later on, wanting to know every single thing about the most exceptional women in the world.
There was a cat sitting on their front step, introduced to him as toothpick because he was the smallest in the last litter. And then the name of every single cat on the way back up to the main house.
Simon and Gar-funk-field twin orange brothers, Alaska the all-white one, strawberry shortcake had a red heart on her butt, oven-mitt for comedic effect obviously as if they others weren’t funny enough, as well as shovel and Catrina… all 16 of them had a name and Spencer was not going to forget a single one.
“Welcome! You must be Doctor Reid,” her father was a very large man, it shocked Spencer slightly.
He was like Santa Clause, it was more than a bit of a shock. Thick grey beard, bald head, red flannel and dirty work jeans, probably in his late 60’s. He was what you imagined Santa to look like outside of Christmas, on holiday with his wife.
He looked like a man who lived a long and happy life, he had a wife who cooked good meals for him, he probably didn’t mind sitting back with a beer most nights. There was definitely going to be sports memorabilia inside and a million photos of Y/N and Amoreena, and the purest energy known to man. Family love.
He hated how fast he profiled it all in his mind, trying to drop that aspect of his inner monologue moving forward.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Sir,” he said softly, nodding lightly as he placed his hands in his pockets. Letting it be known he didn’t touch people, and weirdly being respected.
“Please, it’s Bob or Poppy Clause,” he laughed, shifting his attention to Amoreena as she climbed the stairs towards the porch.
“How is my lovey?” Bob asked her softly, “may I have a welcome home hug?”
“Ah,” he smiled and nodded to himself. He was used to it, asking permission for her sensory issues. Spencer was impressed, and a bit emotional at the fact someone his age was respecting a way of life many didn’t care to understand.
Amoreena gave him a hug, throwing herself into his arms, “no beard tickles,” she instructed, holding onto his shoulders as he kept his face away from her.
Y/N placed her hand on Spencers back, “I told you they were a lot, my mom is worse.”
“I feel very comfortable here, don’t worry,” he assured her.
“I should worry,” she laughed, “you’re one of them, oh god.”
“One of who?”
She tilted her head at him, shaking her head, “eccentric, full of life, bursting with weirdness that would probably be a strange purple goo if I could see it.”
He pressed his lips together as he thought about it, nodding softly in agreement. “There is nothing wrong with that, it just means I’m having fun and living my best life from now on.”
“Welcome to the family,” Bob added, a simple saying that invoked a feeling of pride he long yearned for.
—
Dinner was lovely, he’s never had shepherd’s pie before. Learning it was ground beef, beans and potato casserole, and somehow there was also corn in there… he wasn’t sure why it was so delicious but he enjoyed it a lot.
It might have simply been the ambiance that made it so good.
Her mother was the sweetest woman, she made everything from scratch. Including bread that he was obsessed with and a pie for dessert, she was overjoyed to have an expected yet unexpected guest.
Knowing there was a possibility he’d come, but not setting a place for him at the table unless he showed. She wrapped him up in a big hug when he arrived as well as after dinner when he helped her move the plates to the sink.
Her dad offered him a beer after dinner, taking him to the front porch to talk while the ladies cleaned up for the night. Amoreena had a strict bedtime routine to stick to, and it wasn’t his place to witness nor get in the way.
“So,” her dad started the interrogation easily. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if Y/N didn’t trust you. And she doesn’t trust many people.”
“I can promise you I’ll never hurt either of them,” he said with the utmost confidence. “It’s been two days and they’ve brought me more joy than I can explain, and I’m never going to take that for granted.”
“Good answer,” he smiled. “Now, farmhouse rules are as follows; you can roam where ever you please, just ask permission before using any equipment, we’re more of a petting zoo than a farm now so the animals are overly friendly, try and keep them inside the gates.”
He was a bit flustered, computing the fact that he just trusted him like that. Maybe he was Santa Clause, making a list and checking it twice, and Spencer happened to cross off every box to land him on the nice one.
“Sounds good,” he smiled. “Thank you.”
“Believe me, sonny, I know what it’s like to want to impress the old man, but it’s all about Amoreena,” Bob warned him. “If she loves you then so will Y/N, and she falls fast.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’m the same way.”
“That’s what Y/N was saying, I think it’ll be good for Amoreena to know someone like her, we try our best to get her out there and making friends, she’s smart enough to move up some grades but she’s a kid, y’know?” Her father basically describing his own childhood back to him.
“I graduated high school at 13,” he presses his lips together, hoping it doesn’t come off as a brag. Taking a sip of his beer to take the edge off how awkward he felt.
“Do you regret it?”
“No,” he smiled at Bob, who was smiling right back, “it led me here.”
Bob hummed in response, taking a sip as well as he sat back in his rocking chair, watching over the cows in the field as the sun began to set. It was picture perfect, unbelievable.
Wet feet on the hardwood floor caught his attention then, Amoreena was in her PJ’s as she ran towards the door. Putting on her rubber boots and swinging open the screen door.
Her hair was wet, falling into her eyes as she pushed it out of the way, “are you joining the parade and dance party?”
He acted like he knew what that meant, “sure?”
“Yes!” She cheered, “hurry up mom!!”
Y/N walked down the steps slowly, shaking her head as she laughed. “You are so impatient, the animals aren’t going anywhere.”
“No, but Spencer will!”
It made his heartache, the thought of leaving.
“Come on,” she slipped back into her shoes and joined them on the porch. “Off we go, see you later dad.”
“Be good, make wise choices,” he teased her.
“Okay old fart, sleep well,” they had a friendship that was admirable.
Spencer followed with glee as Amoreena said goodnight to all the animals, parading down the path towards their house as she made sure to talk to everything on the way there.
“Every night we pick 2 songs to dance to, it gets all the sillies out and rewards us for a day well spent so we can bless our bodies with a good sleep,” Y/N explains as she unlocks the front door.
A cottage full of books in the middle of the woods, that dream he always had, coming true as she ushered him inside. The smell of coffee drifting towards him as he noticed the brown candle on the mantle surrounded by photos of Y/N and her family.
She placed her keys beside it, kicking off her shoes and making sure Amoreena did the same. In the living room, she connected her phone to a set of speakers, letting the little one pick out 2 songs, queueing them up to play as she bounced with anticipation.
“Tonight’s selection is today was a fairytale by miss Swift, and Anne Hathaway’s cover of somebody to love, form the cinematic masterpiece that is Ella Enchanted,” Y/N announced like she was hosting the grammies, pretending her phone was the mic before hitting play.
He knew somebody to love, the Elton John version, it was a song that Penelope and Emily sang at karaoke when they reached 11 shots each, so not very often. But enough to have him remember the words, singing along with them as they danced.
It was a better workout than Derek had ever put him through, they held hands and jumped around, he twirled Amoreena around, pretending to do the tango with Y/N. Waving their arms in the air, it was the most carefree he has been in ages.
The songs fit the situation more perfectly than any of them seem to realize, he’s falling head over heels in love with this family that he met yesterday. Something in him saying that he needs to stay, that this is where he was supposed to be.
Getting Amoreena into bed was more difficult than Y/N imagined, she didn’t want to stop talking to Spencer. Only finally agreeing to sleep when she learned he would still be there for breakfast in the morning.
“Can you read me a book from your brain?” Her sleep-deprived eyes blinked as she asked him softly.
He looked at Y/N from the doorway, she nodded, patting the bed for Spencer to sit on the edge.
“Any book?”
“Any book.”
“Bedtime for baby star,” he says softly. Remembering all the late night’s he’s heard JJ whisper it on the back of the plane, in the corner of a police precinct in the middle of nowhere, in a twin bed beside his as they shared a hotel room.
“Once there was a baby star, she lived up by the sun. And every night at bedtime, that baby star wanted to have some fun,” he recited the words in an exciting tone, just low enough to soothe her into sleep. “She would sine and sine and fall and shoot and twinkle, oh so bright, and she said ‘Mommy! I’ll run away if you make me say goodnight.’”
Y/N looked at her with a fake stern look, leaning in enough to rub their noses together. “And then her mommy kissed her sparkly nose and said, no matter where you go,”
Y/N kissed her on the nose, “no matter where you go,” she repeated.
“No matter where you are, no matter how big you grow and even if you stray far,” to which Y/N repeated. “I’ll love you forever because you’ll always be my baby star.”
“Goodnight my sweet Amoreena,” Y/N kissed her head softly and stood, Spencer, joined her by the door.
“Can I have a hug?” She asked him softly, he looked at Y/N for approval once again.
She placed a hand on his back as she nodded, watching him lean in and hold Amoreena softly, “goodnight, I had a fun day today.”
“See you tomorrow,” she smiled, closing her eyes for the night.
Y/N replaced her lamp light with a night light, closing the door on the way out of her room as she blew a kiss towards her baby, “love you.”
“Love you more,” Amoreena whispered back.
Spencer was nothing but smiles in the hall as she looked at him, “I’m going to pour myself some wine and sit in the garden, are you interested?”
“Ecstatic actually,” he replied, following her towards the kitchen and letting her pour him a glass.
Behind her house, she had an overgrown garden, every area of her life had a reference to a book somewhere, a story someone else told that she’s now claimed as her own. Living in the world she always wanted, inviting Spencer to stay a while.
She let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the outdoor couch beside him, dropping her head on his shoulder softly, it was more contact than he was expecting. She had barely touched him.
“You should know that I like you a lot,” Spencer spoke softly. “I don’t want you to think I’m just some creep trying to get close to you and your kid, I genuinely think you’re wonderful and Amoreena is magnificent.”
“I trust you, I googled you and everything, don’t worry,” she laughs. “I wouldn’t invite you to the museum and let you give my kid a hug without doing research.”
“Not everything is on there you know.”
“I think you are very wonderful as well,” she said softly, “but I know it’s just the fact that you’re so darn cute that’s making me feel like I should drop everything and invite you into our life.”
“I understand,” he replied. Waiting for her to tell him that this was the last time she’d see him, it was inevitable at this point in his life. Nothing good lasted for long.
“So I need you to know all about me and I need to know all about you before you decide you want to stay because I can’t handle bringing you into Amoreena’s life for you to just leave her,” another deflection.
“You might want to hear mine first before you decide if you want me to stay around her,” it sounded scarier than he planned.
“Alright then, you go first,” she insisted with a small smile, eyes darting past him towards the cows in the field. Not ready to be vulnerable with him.
“I worked with the FBI for 15 years, I’ve helped catch some of the worst people in America, and some of them have vendetta’s against me. As far fetched and insane as that sounds,” he pre-warned her, watching her face drop as she understood the weight of his words.
“I have been framed and sent to prison for three months, I was kidnaped, tortured, drugged, and assaulted, not to mention shot a few times. I have more trauma than you can imagine. So that’s something you have to consider in a future with me,” he whispered so she wouldn’t hear how ashamed he was of himself.
“And the fact know that I can’t always keep myself or you safe, no matter how far disconnected I am from the FBI. It doesn’t matter if I change my name and hide here for the rest of my life off the grid. There are some fucked up minds out there that don’t want to let me experience true happiness. But in all honesty,” he finally stops his long-winded rant. He bites his bottom lip as if he is holding back someone worse than all the things he just said.
“I’m willing to die tomorrow if it means my last day on earth was this fucking perfect.” Tears welled in his eyes, “I am so tired.”
“It’s okay to cry, I would be too,” she says softly, a frog in her throat as she nodded. Tears welling in her eyes as her face scrunched.
He blinked and a tear escaped, slipping down his cheek and being swiped off by her thumb in an instant. She kept her hand on his cheek softly, he leaned into it.
“I’ve been running for so long,” he whispers because then the words don’t really exist. They’re secrets only for her to hear and then they’re gone. “I was basically groomed for the FBI, I was their personal computer and they didn’t give a single shit about the wear and tear on me.”
He started to sob. She cradled his head against her chest in one swift motion, holding him close and rubbing his back. Shushing him softly as he cried into her shoulder.
“You know that Katy Perry song?” she changed the subject as he calmed down, understanding his pain and accepting his warnings, but continuing down the path anyway.
“Summer after high school when we first met,” she sang like an angel. “It was like that, I thought I met the love of my life after I graduated, we got engaged a year later, then he died in a car crash and I was single for a very long time.”
“Then my grandma got sick and she made a bucket list. Number one was to become a great grandma,” her words became whispers as she tried to stop the tears, following Spencer’s tactic even though it failed so miserably.
“I said fuck it. I’m going to have a baby and make my own family, one person I can truly care for and never lose. She’s my world, she was the light of my grandma’s life until it burnt out, she has changed my world in ways I can’t even explain.”
It fell silent as they absorbed each other’s explanations of their issues. The root of their problems, the core of their soul were the most hurt was kept locked away, opening the doors and swapping scrapbook snapshots of terrible memories.
“I think,” she says, finally, like music to his ears. “I think that I’m okay, I’m positive actually that I want you in my life like this. All of you is fine with me, you’re not that scary, and I’m tired of waiting for the right moments because it means losing the people over time missed. I want to live my life fully, I’m at peace with the unknown and with you.”
Peace.
“Not to quote Taylor Swift at you or anything, but she does have a point in that song,” she laughed lightly and he felt her chest jump. Life bursting through her as she made light of an incredibly touchy subject.
“I don’t know the song,” he whispers.
She gasps, “oh that’s the line, I finally found it. Our first fight can be whether or not you like Taylor Swift, don’t even think about how upset Amoreena will be if you’re not, I’ll kick you out.”
He can't stop laughing then, digging his face into her neck as he holds her closer to his chest. Breathing her in as she finishes his laugh in a giggle, rubbing her hands down his back as she presses her cheek to his head.
“I haven’t had the time to listen to her this year I know she’s been busy releasing music,” he admits, “but I’m sure I’ll love it.”
She shifts awkwardly on the couch to take her phone out of her pocket, opening her music and playing the song she was speaking of.
He simply rests his head on her chest, both of them laying back onto the cushions together, finding a comforting spot for their arms as they listened to the words, silently.
He absorbed it all, every word she said bringing forth a feeling he’s never felt before. True understanding, like someone, gets him. Gasping audibly when she says ‘robbers to the east clowns to the west, give you my sunshine, give you my best.’
He wasn’t alone.
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OS: Jodeci
Requested: Yes
By: Anonymous
Summary:
Can you do a Chris Evans and Black girl smut one shot based off the song jodeci by keke wyatt.
Can the black girl be brown skin but like a little on the darker side
Pairing: Chris Evans x Black plus sized Reader
Warning(s): 18+ only, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up people), adult language
Word count: 2,4k
A/N: Been a while since things got hot and nasty here, didn't they? Enjoy my loves because we all need to attend church together again 💋
Images found on Google/Pinterest
Baby i got something that you trying feel you the only one
i'ma let get in it i'ma turn the music up & let it play
& we gon' do it to a little Jodeci,
Baby baby i been think about you crazy crazy crazy
Baby baby I'm impatient tell me why you got me waiting
you better make it worth my time
Cause i got somethin sexy on alcohol in my cup
I don't want another text no no time for you to pull up
Hope you didn't think I'll forget about the way you ran them lips
You been talking real big shit so I'ma hold you to it
"Open your eyes, babe" you gently whispered, loving how Chris immediately uncovered his eyes with his hands before a loud gasp left his lips. The sight of you was simply magical. Magnificent.
"I don't deserve this" the actor mumbled to himself, feeling his hardening thickness twitch in his boxers. He could barely sit still on your shared bed, the sight of your beautiful body covered in amazing lingerie setting his whole body on fire. That man had experienced quite some pleasure and lust but this was on a whole other scale.
All he could think about was touching you, licking you on and in all the right spots while appreciating the feeling of your soft and smooth skin with his hands. Chris Evans was drooling.
"You like?" you asked with a chuckle, feeling powerful and so confident. Your boyfriend nodded his head aggressively, wanting you to not even doubt for a second that you were a Goddess to him.
"I love it, and I love you".
His words made your heart swell in your chest, pride and joy rushing through your blood while you dimmed the light of the bedroom before completely stepping out of the connected bathroom and closing the door behind you. Tonight was a night you wouldn't forget. There was no special occasion to celebrate, just you wanting to remind your boyfriend that you were the most beautiful and badass he ever had.
"I love you too, babe. Now let's make some new, delicate memories" you announced, walking over to the bed and almost bursting out laughing when Chris scooted to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor and scanning your body from head to toe.
That man had seen, smelled, tasted and touched your naked body countless of times but every single new time felt like pure heaven to him. He felt his head becoming dizzy at the simple thought of having you in his arms, looking like a whole meal.
Once you stood before him, ready to drive him crazy, the actor reached his hand out to place them around your wide hips but he stopped mid air and stared into your eyes.
"May I touch you?"
Your heart fluttered at those words, "Of course you may". Being with him for two years hadn't changed his impeccable manners and the respecting of your boundaries. He always made sure that every single touch was consented and that you felt comfortable before anything further would happen.
A happy sigh left your lips when you felt him immediately pull you closer to him by your hips, your wide hips loving the solid grip he had on them. He was facing your big belly and you couldn't help but wink when he leaned in and placed delicate kisses all over it, appreciating all the soft and squishy rolls your body was graced with.
"You are so fucking beautiful, I can barely breathe baby" Chris whispered with a shaky, low tone. He was hard, his dick wanting to be buried deep inside of your wet and tight walls. His breathing became more erratic, the kisses became longer with more suction added.
You couldn't keep your eyes off your man while you slowly removed the straps of your bra, letting the soft material slide down your smooth, dark skin. Your boyfriend looked up, pure lust and excitement filling his eyes while you continued your slow strip show. Once you had unclasped and removed your bra, you let it drop to the ground.
Your dark brown nipples hardened immediately at the cooler temperature of your room. They were waiting to be touched, sucked and licked at. "What are you waiting for babe? This is all for you" you reassured the actor before letting out a soft moan once you leaned down and let him go to work on your breasts.
Your knees immediately buckled at the intense sensations of his warm mouth sucking and nibbling at one of your nipples, the other being stimulated with his thumb and index finger, gently being rolled and tucked at just the way you loved it.
Your wetness instantly pooled in your panties and you slowly straddled his lap, needing to sit down because you knew that your knees would give in from the pleasure and make you lose your balance. Another loud hum left your lips when your clothed sex came in direct contact with Chris's hard length, you could feel every inch of him through his boxers.
Your hips instantly began to move against him, the friction making you close your eyes and lose yourself into the intimate moment. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had kisses his way up to your neck, making sure to lick and nibble at your most sensitive spots, all while whispering how much he loved you, your body and promising to do you good.
"Babe" you whispered, opening your eyes and looking at the actor with pure greed. "Lay down and relax, I want you in my mouth" the determination in your boyfriend ready to combust into flames. You got off his lap and watched in pure amusement how he quickly laid down in the middle of the bed, his boxers shrugged off his legs in a heartbeat and his dick now ready to be touched.
You crawled over to him, swaying your wide hips the way he loved it before getting comfortable in between his legs. "Fuck" Chris hissed while looking down, watching you take his length in your mouth, your plump lips licking the tip while your hand stroked the base in a steady but slowly rhythm.
"Look at you, so fucking beautiful" he praised which only made more wetness gush into your now ruined panties. You loved how vocal he was. You never looked away from his face, loving all the faces he pulled, his lips slightly parted and your name tumbling off his tongue every few seconds.
You closed your eyes and relaxed your jaw before lowering your head and taking almost every inch of your boyfriend into your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. "Mhm..." you moaned, loving the taste of him. Your tongue licked around the base, making sure to appreciate every inch of your man.
You said you wanna do it any freakin where well that I gotta see
& you said you wanna kiss me every freakin where well that I gotta see
You gon have to show me Baby, (Show) 2x
And I'll turn on this Jodeci let's, turn up this freakin Jodeci
Baby baby when you get here I'll be standing in the doorway
I know you love just what you see
Baby baby i hope you ready for this storm that's comin your way
It's gon be a tidal wave in these sheets,
Time to sink or swim now baby every moment counts
Yeah you gotta show out I wanna know what your about
Do you think that i forgot the things that you said
cuz every single word you spoke is stuck in my head
"[Y/N! Fuck, baby" Chris cried out, gripping the pillow his head was resting on and fighting for his life to keep his eyes open, this was heaven. He watched you bob your head up and down his dick, hollowing your cheeks while sucking it. His chest was heaving with every sharp breath he took, he was losing it.
When his dick twitched in your mouth and a few drops of pre-cum made their way down your throat, you knew that he was close. So being the little bitch that are, you sucked harder and increased the pace of your head movements, making sure that his balls weren't neglected by gently squeezing them with your other hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, [Y/N]....Please...Don't stop....N-No stop...." upon hearing the last words, you immediately halted very motion and removed your mouth from his dick. A proud smile on your face as you knew exactly why he didn't want you to continue.
Chris was a panting mess while leaning his upper body up by leaning on his elbows, a wild yet mesmerised look resting on his face. "I-I want to cum inside you".
His words made your inner walls flutter and let out a soft moan, your body was on fire. "O-Okay" you whispered, starting to sip and forget about the world around you.
Chris smiled and waited until you had made your way up his body before he rolled you over on your back, placing the pillow comfortably underneath your head. "Comfortable?" he asked, always putting your comfort first.
"Yes I am, now do me. Do me good" you chuckled, your legs spread eagle and ready for some nasty action. The actor leaned down and captured your plump lips in a heated kiss, his warm and wet tongue sliding smoothly into your mouth while his hands ran all over your body. The short moans leaving your lips only encouraged him to go further.
He sucked in your lower lip, gently biting on it before pressing one final kiss against your lips before making his way south. A pout spread across your face as you loved his kisses and were eager to get some more. "Patience, babe. Don't give me that face" Chris warned with an amused chuckle while he already was facing your drenched panties, shaking his head at your spoiled attitude.
All you could do was roll your eyes and stop yourself from grinning as he knew you so well. "Look at this, you are so ready for me" he praised while removing the ruined panties. A shaking moan left your lips when his warm hands held your legs further apart, he wanted full access to your treasure.
His eyes then stared straight at you while he slowly leaned in and drew his tongue out, slowly licking up and down your drenched folds. "Oh!..." you cried out, gripping the mattress harshly beneath you.
The actor hummed and repeated the same motion a few times before putting his whole mouth on your craving sex, he made sure to suck your clit and nibble on it while two of his fingers smoothly made their way inside you.
"Chris..." you begged once you felt them all the way inside your slick and tight walls, curling up and stimulating your delicious sweet spot. Your boyfriend started to moan along, grinding his hips against the bed while making sure to spoil the hell out of you, because you fucking deserved it.
The bedroom was filled the nasty sounds that were coming from his lips working in between your legs but you didn't care, this felt too damn good to give single fuck about the wet and squishy noises.
When he increased the pace of his fingers, you arched your back. The motions triggered the delicate knot forming in the pit of your stomach and you knew that it would only take a few more deep strokes before you'd be a screaming and quivering mess.
"B-Babe, I-I'm close" you warned through the heavy pants. Your eyes were clenched shut and you saw stars behind your vision but you didn't want any of this to stop.
You were about to voice another warning when your boyfriend surprised you by quickly removing his head from your sex, quickly positioning his body in between your spread legs and smoothly sliding his dick inside of you.
You were incapable of speaking as your walls were being stretched by his length, they hugged him tightly and the wetness only welcomed him further until he had filled you up all the way. "I-I..." you stuttered, your arms tightly wrapped around Chris's broad shoulders.
He let out a loud moan, nuzzling his head in the crook of your (slightly) sweaty neck and wrapping his arms around your tick waist. "Let's do this, baby" he whispered before slowly sliding out, making you cry out at the loss of fullness. "Oh my God..." you whispered when you felt your boyfriend's thickness smoothly fill you up again, the tip nudging against your sweet spot and making an intense shiver run down your back.
Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades, but Chris didn't mind. He knew that he had you in a state of pure pleasure, that was all that counted. He continued to thrust in and out of you, moaning at the heavenly feeling of finally being deep inside you.
The actor often reminded you to release the sharp breaths of air you were taking, placing tender kisses on your neck before kissing his way up your face again. He opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile and moan at the sight of you in pure bliss. Your lips were parted, eyes closed and eyebrows slightly raised.
"Fuck!" you cried out loudly when the fucker gave you a deep and hard stroke that completely caught you off guard. He was adding more fuel to the fire, and before you knew it, you were begging him to fuck you hard while your hips vigorously snapped against his. The two of you didn't hold back and that resulted in the bed board snapping against the wall.
Your cries mixed together and it was hard to distinguish who was the louder one, who was panting the hardest and who barely had control of the nasty phrases leaving their mouths. This was perfect.
You don't know at what point your boyfriend had quickly rolled you over onto your stomach, but you didn't care because now he was plowing into you from behind, holding your hips with one hand and smacking your luscious butt cheeks with the other.
You didn't have the strength to hold your upper body up, so it relaxed against the mattress while you continued to beg and cry out from the pleasure. Chris's length was twitching while hitting your G spot over and over again. Your legs were shaking, your throat dry and itchy from all the panting and moaning and your head in an empty haze.
You couldn't even warn your boyfriend when your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. Your inner walls clenched and fluttered tightly around him, triggering his own release and milking him out of every drop of cum he had produced.
He was screaming your name, head thrown back and giving you his last, sloppy hard strokes while you continued to be a shaking mess. "A-Are you okay?"Chris then whispered while slowly sliding out of you and watching your lower body plop down on the soft mattress.
He let out another moan when he saw his release slowly drip out of your sex, creating a mess in between your still shaking thighs. "I'm fine" you hummed in complete and utter satisfaction, not making an effort in opening your eyes, just letting your ears be filled with the sounds of your love quickly rushing to the bathroom and then coming back.
Seconds later, you felt a warm and wet cloth cleaning away the mess he had left behind, the action leaving you smiling as Chris always took good care of you after these intimate moments. You waited until he had returned from getting rid of the wet cloth before rolling on your back and snuggling onto his body once he had joined you on the bed again.
"I love you" the actor whispered, his arms wrapped around you and giving your forehead a tender kiss. "I love you too, babe" you whispered, feeling your body finally relax and get rid of the few last post-orgasm sensations. "I can't wait to do this again tomorrow" you slowly mumbled, already falling into your highly appreciated sleep.
"Jesus, you're perfect" Chris laughed softly, shaking his head before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you in his arms.
You said you wanna do it any freakin where well that i gotta see
& you said you wanna kiss me every freakin where well that i gotta see
You gon have to show me Baby, (Show) 2x
And I'll turn on this jodeci, let's turn, up this freakin jodeci
Just a little love is all i need
My arms are open wide
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Distractions Mass Post
watch youtube videos
- any of your favourite YouTubers are good
- I usually watch workout/diet videos, ED short films and supersize vs super skinny
make your bed
- pretty bitches need their beauty rest
online shopping
- skinny bitches need skinny bitch fits
- it's fun either way and if ur broke just use ur imagination <3
smoke/vape
- learn or practice some vape tricks they're endless
- reduces yo appetite
clean any room
- I’m talking a DEEP clean if u got the time at least, clean every single damn crevice: I used to do this at my work too, didn't get extra pay sadly
-but yeah skinny bitches need a nice clean space for skinny bitch photoshoots
- whoever you live with will love you (trust, I became the clean queen at work very quickly)
have a long bath or shower
- why not have clean glowing shiny skin?
- feels great
study
- smart and skinny? this one’s a steal
listen to music
- you can also dance it burns cals
- happy vibes aye
watch a movie or show
-sometimes just laying there is cool too
read a book
- smart and skinny? lol I���m not saying this again
play a game
- gamer skills
- show off those gamer skills
go for a walk
- it's beautiful out there you can find trees and grass and lakes and rocks
- not in a hurricane
- burns those yucky calories
exercise or stretch
- woah indoor AND outdoor activity
- so healthy
- ur so inspiring babe! 10 more mins!!
play with ur pets!!
- cats eat when they're bored
- don't let ur kitty get fat
- it's fun
get crafty
- makes a mess u get to clean up after which burns cals
- u make pretty art
- make me one
practice your hobbies
- I’m not cool but maybe you play guitar or something
take a nap
- the nicely made bed comes to use
- skinny birch beauty rest
look at thinspo
- kills ur appetite
- I’m sorry if ur depressed after this
- I hope u have pets
drink some fluids
- just focus on ur water
- eat the ice
- not my fault if ur tooth breaks
create a dream board
- Pinterest = heaven
- manifest ur damn goals
- be ~aesthetic~ or whatever
scroll through social media
- once again will likely make you depressed
- try Reddit so u just see memes
journal
- manifest ur damn goals
- has kept me occupied for hours
organize something
- literally infinite options
- organize ur Minecraft shit too
- you can FIND STUFF? wow
do your hair
- pretty skinny bitch
go out
- I’m sorry if u have covid
- I’m sorry if u live in a covid hotspot
- but go to the mall or library or park
- those r my privileges
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It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s a Lifestyle (Levi x Reader)
W/C: 1069
T/W: the word emo lol jk,
A/N: This is a modern Levi scenario, idk I feel like in a modern setting Levi would have been an MCR emo and that’s hot. Also Levi with eyeliner is hot, I didn’t make the rules. (I found this photo on Pinterest and I couldn’t find the creator but all credits for this heavenly image goes out to them!)
It was another Tuesday night, you and Levi were sprawled on the couch watching a B-rated horror flick. This wasn’t your favorite genre but Hange recommended it to Levi and you trusted their taste. As the girl on the screen ran through a wheat field the killer right behind her, you sighed and checked your phone. You strolled through Twitter got bored so you opened Instagram. Your Explore page was covered in photos of people dressed in heavy eyeliner and MCR t-shirts, there were edits of band members to accompany the selfies. You let out a little chuckle.
“Mmm,” Levi mumbled without taking his eyes off of the screen.
“It’s nothing.” You continued to scroll until you saw a photo of a man with dark hair, smudged eyeliner, and painted nails. You raised an eyebrow because the man looked a bit like Levi, this got you thinking.
“Levi?” You asked.
“Mmm,” Levi repeated.
“Did you ever go through an emo phase?” You questioned.
Levi looked away from the screen and stared at you in confusion.
“An emo phase? Like into My Chemical Romance and victorian stuff.” He asked, his thin eyebrow was arched.
“Yeah, kinda like that. I guess it’s different for everyone.”
Levi’s cheeks started to turn pink. He lowered his gaze, “Uh, kinda…”
You sat up and looked at Levi wide-eyed. “Wait really? Did you wear eyeliner and everything?”
Levi paused the movie and shifted his weight so he was facing you. His gray eyes looking at everything in the room but your face. “Yeah, in high school, I would spend lunch reading Gothic Horror and listening to old emo bands from the ’80s.”
“Huh, emo Levi. Do you have any photos?” You asked.
Levi went silent and his face was now a deep shade of red.
“I think my mom might have some…I’ll have to ask next time I see her. Can we talk about this after the movie is done?”
You glared at him and let out a sigh. “Kinda rude of you to tell me this valuable information and then leaving me hanging, Buddy! But okay.”
He rolled his eyes at you and faced the tv. He turned the movie back on and raised his arm to make space for you. You continued to glare at him but you crawled over to his side and snuggled. You continued to watch the movie but you couldn’t stop thinking about teenage emo Levi. You pictured him waking up in the morning and smudging eyeliner on his face, his brows furrowed in concentration. It was all too adorable. You let out another chuckle.
“Tsk, are you still thinking about it?” He asked.
“Of course, I am Levi. I can’t get the image of you wearing, let alone putting on eyeliner.”
He paused the movie again and looked down at you.
“Why?”
“Uh, because it sounds hot.”
Levi pulled away from you, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Really?”
“Duh.” You retorted
Levi looked back to the screen, dumbfounded. He didn’t know you would think that was attractive. That intrigued him.
“Would you like to see it on me?” He asked, he loved making you happy. It was one of his favorite hobbies and if this could do the trick, why not do it? It’s not like he’s a stranger to makeup.
“Yes!! Levi, that would be the most amazing thing ever and I would love you forever and ever.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “well, if that’s the case I guess I have no choice.”
“Yeah, it looks like you don’t.”
“Sure, okay. Do you have any eyeliner or black eyeshadow?”
“Yes, sir. It should be in the top left drawer.”
“K, thanks. I’ll be right back.”
Levi got up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom. He shook his head as he walked down the hallway. You laid out on the couch and squealed. This is going to be amazing! You thought. Levi was gone for a few minutes. It had been a few years since he put on makeup but he still remembered a few tricks. You heard his gentle footsteps from the hallway.
“I’m done. Please don’t laugh, okay?” Levi called out, regardless of your earlier praise, he was still a little bit nervous.
“Levi, I wouldn’t laugh at y-.” As Levi walked back into the living room, your jaw dropped. His bright eyes were lined with dark coal and smudged to perfection. It highlighted the narrowness and intensity of his eyes. His black hair was perfectly framing his sharp cheekbones accentuated by the light coat of bronzer in the hollows of his cheeks. He gave you a small smirk.
“You look so hot. Levi, you have no idea. If we went to high school together I would have the biggest crush on you, like big time.”
Levi’s face became flushed, he looked at the ground, and awkwardly grabbed his left arm with his right hand. He normally kept a cool composure but your words made his stomach flutter and the feeling never got old to him. He loved your compliments. You always knew what to say to build up his confidence.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly. “Yes, you look like the hottest emo boyfriend in the entire world.”
He smiled at you, your heart skipped a beat. Your man didn’t smile much but when he did you swore the heavens opened up and gave birth to an angel.
You opened your arms and beckoned for him to come to you. He quickly walked over to you and cuddled into your arms. He wrapped his toned arms around your waist and buried his face into your chest. You placed your hands at the base of his neck and started to stroke his undercut, Levi let out a small sigh.
“Okay, now that you got your wish, can we finish the movie now?” He asked.
“I guess, I’ll finish it for Hange so I could bash their questionable taste in movies later.”
“Good luck with that. Hange will fight you to the death.”
“Geez, you’re so dramatic.”
Levi smiled, “I guess it must be the emo part of me. It’s not just a fashion statement, it’s a lifestyle.”
You rolled your eyes at him and unpaused the movie. The movie didn’t get any better but you took a glance at Levi every once in a while because oh boy, did he look good in that eyeliner.
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PINTEREST QUOTES I USE IN MY MUSINGS BOARDS ~ A SENTENCE MEME - PART 2
Change pronouns as / when needed to preferred pronoun.
“I do not do justice, I do damage. I do not do empathy, I do damage. I do not do forgiveness, I do damage. I do not do mercy, I do damage.”
“Like, you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life.”
“I’m fine, I’ve had worse.”
“I’m meaner than my demons.”
“If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell.”
“Well, aren’t you a little ray of pitch black?”
“He was like a storm.”
“You want to play dirty? Fine, let’s play dirty!”
{ feels an emotion. } “Who the fuck authorised this?!”
“What the fuck? What the fuck is this? What the fuck?”
“Judge if you want. We are all going to die. I intend to deserve it.”
“Goddamn right you should be scared of me.”
“They wanted a monster; I decided to give them one.”
“Seduce and destroy.”
“What the fuck is intimacy? How does that work? Letting… people be close to you? What the fuck?”
“You couldn’t kill me if you tried for one hundred years.”
“I’ll do this my way.”
“I am severely emotionally unstable.”
“What, from the bottom of the heart, the fuck?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t take any orders. I barely take suggestions.”
“I send my best regards from Hell.”
“I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter and too hot for you.”
“Me and God, we don’t get along.”
“Be brave, Angel.”
“Self care is drinking three pots of coffee and getting into a knife fight with God.”
{ takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle } “My day was fine.”
“Have I stabbed you? No. Then I am being nice.”
“Holy Shit! I’M the demon living in my house.”
“Sir, that’s my emotional support knife collection.”
“I want an ancient elaborate dagger with my name engraved into the blade as a gift. The only romantic gesture.”
“ ‘Are you a top or a bottom?’ I'm a threat!”
“Stop being so defensive! I’m just trying to hit you with weapons.”
“The more knives you have the more valid you are.”
“She’s strong but she’s exhausted.”
“She loves moonlight and rainstorms and so many other things that have soul.”
“My darling, you can’t see it can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you are both full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.”
“Calm her chaos but never silence her storm.”
“She wears strength and darkness equally well. That girl has always been half Goddess, half Hell.”
“She has been through Hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into the fire and smiles.”
“She’s proof that you can walk through Hell and still be an angel.”
“She is both hellfire and holy water. And the flavour you taste depends on how you treat her.”
“Even the mountains can not hold all you have been carrying.”
“Storm with skin.”
“She’s thunderstorms”
“Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”
“You have a heart of gold.”
“Butterflies are the Heaven-sent kisses of an angel.”
“She who is brave is free.”
“Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.”
“Shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick.”
“Girls who run in heels should be feared.”
“Family is everything to me.”
“She’s an old soul that believes in chivalry, romance, and love.”
“I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.”
“I run on coffee and grace.”
“I’m glad I’ve got boobs… the last thing I need is people making eye contact with me.”
“Tell me to put on my big girl panties one more time… and I’ll take off my thong and strangle you with it!”
“Please read all my posts in a sarcastic tone. You know, for full effect.”
“I have one nerve left and you’re dry-humping it, go away.”
“If I offend you, cry me a river. I’ll bring snacks and a raft. I will literally float down your tears, eating chips and working on my tan.”
“When she is happy, she can’t stop talking. When she is sad, she doesn’t say a word.”
“Music becomes my best friend when nobody else understands me.”
“Act like a lady, think like a boss.”
“I know I have friends but I feel I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on in my head.”
“She was special. She combined a mean angel and a kind devil.”
“So much pain for someone so young.”
“She’s one of a kind.”
“Red lips and wine sips.”
“Brave girl, it’s time to love again.”
“She is intelligent.”
“Sometimes, when I say ‘I’m okay.’ I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, ‘I know you’re not.’ ”
“Because I’m not the kind of girl guys fall in love with.”
“I fear I will spend my life, waiting for a love story that doesn’t exist.”
“You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees.”
“She denies it but, the truth is, she’s falling in love with him.”
“Hearing your heels click on the floor sounds like power.”
“She loves deeply, regardless of the love she gets back in return and it’s both her biggest strength and biggest weakness…”
“Experience raised her. Hurt taught her. Neither defined her.”
“She was not fragile like a flower was, she was fragile like a bomb.”
“Life is short; make every hair flip count.”
“I’ve always been someone who looks ‘too deep’ into something or someone. That’s because I realised from a young age that there’s always more than what meets the eye.”
“If I say ‘first of all’ Run away because I have prepared research, data, charts, and will destroy you.”
“Underestimate me, that’ll be fun.”
“You think I’m sarcastic? You should hear what I don’t say!”
“She’s a combination of sensitive and savage.”
“Stay classy, sassy and a bit bad assy.”
“She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.”
“Ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?”
“I was told I was dangerous… I asked why? They said ‘because you don’t need anyone.’ That’s when I smiled.”
“She’s been through hell and came out an angel. You didn’t break her darling, you don’t own that kind of power.”
“Watch me. I will go to my own sun and, if I am burned by the flames, I will fly on scorched wings.”
“Her messy hair is a visible attribute to her stubborn spirit. As she shakes it free, she smiles, knowing wild is her favourite colour.”
“She’s strong. But in the back of her mind she doesn’t think that she was meant to be this strong for this long. And she wonders if there is a man out there, somewhere, who understands this.”
“She’s not for everyone and she knows it. People find her different and strange. She dances in the rain, she laughs when she cries and loves through her pain. People fear the unknown and they never knew a girl like her.”
“Don’t tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn’t do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.”
“You provoke her until she roars and then get upset at her for becoming the monster you created.”
“Rip out his ego with your fresh nails.”
“She isn’t the sunrise; she’s the fucking sun.”
“You can’t touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.”
“Watch your tongue around her. She will bear her fangs and tear you apart with all the grace of a Queen.”
“If you won’t embrace her madness, then you’ll never taste her magic.”
“Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal.”
“She is water. Powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you.”
“Heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were a feather. There is strength in her heart, determination in her eyes and the will to survive resides within her soul.”
“I wish that I could say that I am a light that never goes out, but I flicker from time to time.”
“Spoil me with loyalty. I can finance myself.”
“Shoutout to all the people with brown hair and brown eyes! We basic as fuck but we cute!”
“I feel a nap coming on.”
“Is horny an emotion?”
“I just really like thigh-highs.”
“Even though she looks innocent, she is really a perverted demon.”
“She didn’t sob or wail. Her pain was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.”
“I don’t rise from the ashes, I make them. I’m the whole fucking fire.”
“Beautiful but destructive.”
“I’m aiming for the ‘she’s a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn’t touch her without asking’ look.”
“Loving me must be so fucking hard and I’m so sorry.”
“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”
“You glow differently when you’re actually happy.”
“She’s magic, that one.”
“Kicked out of Hell.”
“Red hair: the crown you never take off.”
“You’ve got a fire inside.”
“She doesn’t need a warrior, she is one. What she needs is a devout heart, and strong arms to hold her after her battles are won.”
“You are the love that came without warning: You had my heart before I could say no.”
“You want battle? I’ll give you war.”
“True evil is, above all things, seductive.”
“The Devil’s got nothing on me, my friend.”
“Haven’t I fallen far enough?”
“I’m not like them, but I can pretend.”
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Now I grow wings and rage, and learn how to kill.”
“Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.”
“Though she be little, she be fierce.”
“I know what this is; It’s just myself, talking to myself, about myself.”
“You underestimate my power.”
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I, Jessica Wolf, basically wrote
A novel book 📖 🙂
Don’t worry 😉, I had fun writing ✍️ this😎:
She was a savage soul. Strong and beautiful. And yet, undeniably broken. Some days she loved people.
Other days, her heart was 🥶 as 🪨. In those moments, All her walls were back up. A fortified city. She was mysterious. Aloof. Melancholy. Other moments, she was Inspiring. She laughed some days. Other days. She cried tears that no one ever saw. They weren’t physical tears. These were the tears 😭 that stayed inside her heart. She is a paradox. Did you ever truly know the real Jessica at all.
Or did you know the Jessica that she only let you see. She wore many 🎭. Emotionally, she put on each one when the occasion was just right. She watched her back constantly. Many days, her heart was truly under 🔒 and 🔑. Most ever see..what I want you to see.
Yes, I have a happy side. I have a sad side. I think deeply. Many days, I just shut down. I become
Numb. I close off my heart. And cry to Jesus. He holds my heart close. Especially in those moments I feel tired and numb.
He reminds me exactly who I am.
I am an Infj personality type. I am a deep thinker. I love romance novels. I love reading mysteries. I love comedies. I love thrillers. I Love forensics sciences books. I love life when it keeps me up on the very tips of my toes.
I love sushi, shrimp, all things seafood.
I love buttery pasta.
I love reading books.
Spending time with Jesus.
Singing.
Some days, I’m a happy soul. Other days, I’m sad.
And right now, I’m looking out at the glorious gorgeous picturesque mountains & scenic views of the hillsides as I write ✍️ this.
One of my other passions is cooking and baking. I absolutely love to make delectable dishes for my wonderful husband and children. The other thing that excites me is-decorating for the holidays in each season.
The fall season and Christmas season is one of my all time favorites. I love looking up Pinterest worthy styles online and in person at hobby lobby. Other times and moments, I shop online. I love finding those sales. You know the ones that just simply make your heart soar and bring a huge smile to your lips. I love beautifying mike and I’s, home. I love
Bringing a spruce of color here and there. I love bringing in the happy and cozy decor. The warm color of light brown colors and soft
Blues. Colors that invoke a feeling of comfort and safety. Simply a peaceful atmosphere w happy setting.
Most importantly, I love speaking to others about Jesus as I sip my cup of coffee ☕️ or a nice steaming cup of tea 🍵.
When I have my gal friends over for a quiet evening, I love playing the hostess as I ask if they’d like some wine 🍷 and cheese 🧀. You know the cute food platter board-that has all the yummy olives 🫒, apples 🍎 🍏. I love blessing others. And, finding a gift 🎁 that Jesus tells me that they’ll absolutely love. I call these moment: God kisses. The moment, Jesus gives me a prophetic word or words for someone and it completely transforms
And changes their entire world. I love buying all sorts of jewelry and cute gifts to go along with prayers time. And glittery Kleenexes, soaking prophetic worship music 🎶 as the presence and the love of Jesus fills the atmosphere.
Once you’ve entered into the presence of God; everything changes here. Hearts are softened. They are made new. One feels absolutely refreshed and happy again. I, just love seeing the gold in others. Highlighting what Jesus shows me
About them. I love treasure h u n t s. I love seeing and hearing what Jesus speaks over them. Jesus is so good.
So. Yes. My passion is showing others Jesus 🙂.
Spending time with Jesus is my happy place.
Ahh. Feeling so refreshed myself even while writing ✍️. Thank
You Jesus for this beautiful and comforting Cathartic word. I needed. This moment. I needed this time. Happiness truly is found in You.
One day. Jesus I can’t wait give you the biggest hug 🤗 ever.
Heaven is going to be glorious
Thanks for reading, friends:)
Jessica. 💕☺️
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After accidentally panicking and telling basically the whole world that she's dating a member of the hero team, Ladybug must someone to fake-date her, and fast. Of course Carapace suggests the obvious solution: she can just date his girlfriend for a few weeks. As the plan dissolves into chaos, the four learn what it means to be the heart of a team, while also getting into more shenanigans than humanly possible along the way.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Those were the first words to tumble from Chat Noir’s lips, his smile too overeager, too happy to be genuine.
“I didn't-”
“Girl, you have GOT to be kidding me,” Rena Rouge interrupted, whirling on her the second her feet touched the rooftop. “I thought we were friends!?! Who is it? Pegasus? Viperion?”
“I thought he was dating Ryuko,” Carapace jumped in.
“I’m not-” Ladybug opened her mouth to explain, only to be interrupted. She couldn’t really blame Alya (who only had fifteen Ladynoir pinterest boards and showed them off to anyone who so much as mentioned the superhero duo).
“Oh, right,” Rena Rouge nodded. “Otherwise she totally would’ve been my next guess.” The fox heroine turned to her desperately. “Please don’t tell me it’s Tigresse. I’ve been working on my Tigerella fanfic for months.”
“Guys, can you calm down for-”
“King Monkey, maybe?” Carapace guessed as Chat plopped down on the edge of the building, failing at not looking miserable. “He doesn’t really seem like he’s her type, but you never know.”
Rena Rogue cut her off again. “I swear, if it’s Vesperia and I didn’t see it coming…” The heroine buried her face in her hands. “Ladybug you better explain. I don’t know what to do with my life anymore!”
Instantly, three sets of eyes locked on her, begging for clarification. Ladybug took a deep breath.
“Guys, I’m not dating anyone.”
“But you said-” Rena protested.
“I know and I’m sorry!” she cried, trying not to look at Chat as her face heated. Not that it meant anything. Obviously. “The reporters kept asking all these questions and I just wanted to get out of there and it slipped out.”
It was hard to miss the flash of relief in Chat’s eyes.
“So, let me get this straight,” Carapace said, staring at her incredulously. “Your grand plan to get out of a stressful press conference was to tell everyone in Paris on live television that you’re dating someone on our team?”
It sounded a lot worse when he said it out loud.
“I panicked,” Ladybug admitted with a wince.
Carapace breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, at least you can just admit that and everything will go back to normal.”
Rena Rouge and Chat Noir glanced at each other knowingly and almost simultaneously burst into giggles, as if he had said something hilarious.
“That doesn’t sound like a good sign,” Ladybug swung her yo-yo in an anxious circle.
“Trust me when I say it will not work out like that,” Chat Noir smirked somewhat bitterly in the light of the setting sun.
Rena waved her hand across the sky as if she could already read the headlines written on the clouds. “Shocking Reveal - Ladybug Tells All.”
“I could just tell them the truth,” she tried to protest.
“Heroes Attempt to Cover up the Truth,” Alya finished, stopping the yo-yo’s frantic circle with her flute.
Ladybug groaned, wanting to kick something, preferably Hawkmoth’s stupid face.
“And of course it's right around the anniversary,” Chat Noir reminded her.
“Uh, no it’s not,” Carapace glanced at her partner like he was crazy.
And he kinda was. She distinctly remembered a picnic with a certain kitty on the rooftops near where she ‘fell from heaven’ as they watched a parade of small children stream by, wearing Stoneheart cosplay only a few months ago.
“Not that anniversary,” Chat Noir deflated a little. “I was talking about Oblivio.”
Her brain screeched to a halt.
“This just keeps getting better and better,” she groaned.
Carapace and Rena exchanged a glance. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“After a certain Ladyblogger posted a photo of me and Chat,” she locked her gaze on Rena, relishing the moment a little too much. “Some of the fans seem to have gotten it into their heads that Kitty and I are destined to get together on that day.
“Generally involving a week full of frustrated Ladynoir-shipping akumas,” Chat jumped in. “And one exhausted and pointedly not together bug and cat.”
Ladybug giggled. “Okay, you have to admit, some of them are kinda funny.”
The cat hero snorted. “I wouldn’t call Aphrodite funny.”
“What about the fanfic style one?” she nudged his knee playfully, trying to see if banter would help cheer him up. “You have to admit, throwing mugs at the akuma during the coffee shop AU was the best.”
A hint of a real smirk flickered across her partner’s lips.
“You called me sweet when you dumped all that sugar in my hair,” she reminded him.
“It was an accident!” he protested with a grin.
“Yeah, right,” Ladybug crossed her arms. “You were supposed to throw it at him. You totally did it on purpose!”
Chat clutched his chest, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe you would have such little faith in me, m’lady!!”
Both of them somehow missed the knowing glance their best friends shot each other.
All their weapons buzzed simultaneously, doubtlessly with an update from the news. Chat Noir flicked open his baton and sighed, showing the headline to the rest of them.
“Which of Our Heroes is Ladybug’s Boyfriend?”
Her partner scrolled through the article, grumbling under his breath.
Carapace raised his eyebrows under his hood. “Bold of them to assume you don't have a girlfriend.”
“I wish I could say that it’s bold of them to assume I’m dating anyone at all,” she sighed. “But I kinda started this so I guess I can’t blame them.”
“THAT’S IT!” Rena Rouge leapt to her feet, nearly knocking her boyfriend’s shell over the edge of the roof.
“What?” Ladybug glanced at her comrades to check if they had the slightest idea of what was going on.
“You told the press that you’re dating one of us on the hero team, right?” the fox heroine asked excitedly.
“Yes?” Ladybug answered hesitantly. “You were there too.”
“Not the point,” her friend waved the comment off. “The only solution that doesn’t end in even more akuma attacks is fairly obvious.”
The other three glanced at each other to see if they had gotten it.
“COME ON GUYS,” Alya sighed. “Ladybug just has to pretend to be dating one of us for a few weeks. Think about it. They go out on a few dates, cue general excitement from Paris about the first official hero couple, tragically break up after a few weeks and everything goes back to normal.”
Ladybug shrugged. “I guess it could work.”
“Why does this sound way too similar to the basic plot for any fake dating fanfic?” Chat Noir hissed in the nearby turtle hero’s ear.
Or hood by where his ear should be.
“Probably because that's exactly what it is,” Carapace whispered back.
Rena smirked.
“And I happy to know of an available cat who would be happy to take-”
Her triumphant Ladynoir wingwoman grin fell from her face as the duo shook their heads in unison.
“Bad idea,” Chat Noir admitted. “I don’t want to think about the worldwide catastrophe that could occur after out ‘breakup.’”
“It would be like last Valentine’s day, but infinitely worse,” Ladybug jumped in, wincing at the memory of yet another love akuma that nearly burned Paris to the ground in its mission to make its OTP kiss.
Not that kissing Chat was such a bad thing. He was kinda good-
She cut off that mental track before it could get anywhere.
“Well, who else are you going to fake-date?” Alya asked. “I mean, I would totally be up for the job, but…”
She gestured at her boyfriend.
Carapace’s silence spoke for itself.
“Uh, babe?” Rena nudged him with her boot.
“Yeah?” he said with a grin.
“You can’t actually be considering this.”
“Why not?” he shrugged. “It’s not like anyone in Paris will know any better.”
“Hawkmoth could target me!” Alya pointed out. “He knows where I live!”
Carapace shrugged. “I mean, he could do that anyway.”
“Still, this could…” her voice trailed off. “Uh- why you aren’t fighting me on this.”
The turtle hero shrugged. “I guess I don’t see a problem with it, dudette. As long as both you and Ladybug are cool with it, then I’m not going to stop you.”
“You’re supposed to be my voice of reason!” Rena Rouge stared at him like he had just admitted to secretly being Chloé’s BFF. “Are you secretly a sentimonster or something?”
Nino raised his hands innocently. “I’m just trying to be a supportive boyfriend and help you reach your dreams.”
“By handing me off to the first bug who wants to date me?”
Carapace fell back dramatically. “Babe, did you see Ladybug today,” he cried in an impression of his girlfriend's voice. “The way she stuck that landing and then she winked at me and I swear I died. No offense babe, but if Ladybug ever asked me out, I would break up with you in an instant.”
Rena turned bright red.
Ladybug giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You’re cool with this?” Rena spun on her.
“I mean, if Carapace is,” she smirked. “Sounds like it's the closest to a realistic relationship I’m going to get.”
Rena Rouge buried her head in her hands. “Hold on. I need to go scream on a rooftop.”
“Take all the time you need, babe,” Carapace called after her.
Ladybug smirked, grabbing her hand and kissing it like Chat would sometimes do for her (which totally didn’t leave her in a stuttering mess afterwards. Obviously.). “Yeah, babe. Take all the time you need.”
Rena Rouge turned red and fled.
“Whoops,” Ladybug turned back to Carapace with a sheepish grin on her face. “Too much?”
“Just because you’re fake dating my girlfriend doesn’t mean you can steal her,” Carapace nodded. “Don’t worry. She’ll be back in a few minutes and fully on board with this.”
“I should go and talk to her,” Ladybug said as she bit her lip nervously. She waved to Chat in a TOTALLY NORMAL WAY as she leapt over the rooftops.
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The ribbons on her pigtails fluttered in the evening wind as Chat Noir watched her vault over the rooftop after her possible future fake-girlfriend.
Carapace whistled. “Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
Adrien’s face heated as he punched the turtle hero's arm. “Shut up.”
“Have you considered telling her that, you know, you still love her?”
Chat Noir laughed bitterly. “And watch her heart rip in half as she tells me yet again that we could never be more than friends? No thanks.” He glanced away. “I’d rather give up my miraculous.”
The sounds of the city that echoed off the rooftops awkwardly filled the void between them.
Finally, Chat Noir asked. “So, wait, are we actually doing this?”
Carapace nodded. “We’re superheroes. It’s our duty to protect Paris. If the only way for us to do that is for my girlfriend to pretend-date yours, then it’s a sacrifice we have to make.”
#mlcore4#miraculous#miraculous fanfic#chat noir#rena rouge#Ladybug#carapace#*waves nervously* hi how are you guys doing
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Always You
Armie Hammer x Reader
Words: 3,372
This is just a self indulgent thing I wrote to get myself back into the swing of writing stuff. This is actually the first thing I’ve finished in a long ass time so it probably sucks but it’s something!
DISCLAIMER: I am not claiming to know anything about what went on in Armie’s marriage, this is all fiction. I have nothing against his wife, once again, this is just fiction.
Please like, reblog or leave me a message! Thank you!
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The California sun beat down on you uncomfortably, matting your hair to the nape of your neck, but you endured it just so you could take in the house before you. The glare of the stark white wall made it hard to look at but you couldn’t help but admire the way the entrance arched around the front door.
Through the small wrought iron window on the door, you could see the courtyard, lush bushes and bougainvilleas of every vibrant colour dotting the perimeter.
You hummed thoughtfully.
"Not up to your standards?"
"Surprisingly enough," you spun on your heel and looked up at him. "These are exactly my standards."
Your eyes traced his impressive height until you were gazing at the floor.
"Right down to the hand painted tiles." you muttered, eyebrows raised
Armie laughed, throwing his head back, "Wait till you see the inside."
The inside was even better. Natural, earthy tones were perfectly contrasted by the vivid colour of the Spanish tiles, everywhere you looked there would be a cluster of them in just the right spot.
He talked animatedly, his long arms swinging and gesturing all over the place. His blue eyes were bright and you moved from room to room trying to keep up with his huge strides.
"This is your room." he stated, throwing open the arched wooden door with a flourish
You knew what to expect, of course. Ever since he came to you asking for ideas on how to design his new home, your shared Pinterest board was focused exclusively on Spanish Revival but seeing it in the flesh was a whole other experience.
"Armie…" you trailed off, gripping his arm tightly
It was a dream come to life. A dream of a spacious, immaculately clean room with white walls and warmly coloured rugs, a giant bed with your recommended bedspread and number of pillows all in order (you couldn't believe he actually paid attention to the Pinterest board).
"Do you like it?" he asked you, placing his large hand on yours
"Like it? I fucking love it, Armie! Oh my god!"
You raced to see the bathroom and nearly died and went to heaven, if you weren't already there.
A classic, tiled bathtub was tucked into an alcove that took up most of the far side of the wall. The drawers and the sink were all set in rich, dark wood and it all smelled vaguely like jasmine.
"Oh, yeah," you nodded approvingly, already picturing yourself in the tub, overcome by bubbles. "Hell yeah."
Armie looked at you with a goofy grin on his face, he reached out to squeeze your shoulder, "I'll grab your bags, why don't you hop in there? I'm making dinner, you just relax."
"You said the magic words." you grinned back at him
He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his soft lips and the subtle smell of his aftershave caused your heart to skip a few beats.
A feeling of dread began to cloud over the bliss that came before. You clasped your hands together tightly as he walked past you, he stopped at the door, the top of his head almost grazing the frame.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"I am so glad you're here." Armie winked at you and shut the door behind him, leaving you sucked in a whirlwind of your own increasingly frantic thoughts
You stared at the closed door, his kiss on your cheek still tingling.
"Bath." you declared to no one in particular, hoping that once you were done, all your worries and anxieties would go down the drain with the suds.
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You woke up with a start, the water in the tub sloshing around as you roused yourself from sleep, that bath must have really done the trick. Night had already fallen, it was pitch dark and only the scented candles you lit illuminated your surroundings.
Outside, the palm trees swung from side to side, back and forth in an erratic dance, big fat drops of rain fell noisily onto the ground, painting it in a silvery sheen. A full blown storm was raging beyond the French casement windows. How long were you out?
You ran your hand along the wall to turn on the lights but when you flipped the switch, nothing happened.
A blackout. Of course.
You dressed quickly in the dark, hoping nothing was inside out.
"Armie?" you called out, shutting the door behind you
As you walked through the house in the quiet darkness, with only the sound of your slippers on the tile and the pouring rain as your companions, you couldn’t help but feel a little scared.
The longer you thought about it though, the more you were convinced that it wasn’t the fact that you were walking alone in the dark that was scaring you, it was the thought of being completely alone with Armie in his beautiful new home.
You paused just a few steps shy of the kitchen. Frank Sinatra’s smooth baritone trickled out of the massive arched doorway.
“The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.” you heard Armie sing along
His voice was like velvet, rich and deep and soothing. Try as you might, you still found yourself drifting towards him. Don’t get it wrong, your heart was beating three miles a minute but you felt like you were on autopilot. Next thing you knew, you were standing in the doorway.
He moved with ease, swiftly reaching over to the spice rack and back to the pot before him. Entranced, you watched as he dipped a finger into his creation and promptly placed it in his mouth, he nodded approvingly and finally lifted his gaze to you.
Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Neither of you spoke.
"So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly…" Sinatra continued to sing, seemingly giving you instructions.
Armie closed the distance between you until you were almost chest to chest.
"Dance with me?"
"The power's out." you deadpanned, losing your train of thought as he wrapped your arms around you
"I know, that's why I lit candles. So, will you dance with me?"
Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around his torso. He swayed slowly, squeezing you gently.
You rested your head on his warm chest, smiling as he hummed along. This felt good, too good. Your heart tightened in your chest, desperate to hold on to this memory of you and him.
"Oh, shit. The soup." he cursed, pulling away just as steam began to rise from the pot on the stove
The illusion shattered like a porcelain statuette meeting a marble floor. You were brought back to reality and you felt very cold all of a sudden.
"Y/N, take a seat. I'll bring it all over." he began ladling soup into a smooth wooden bowl
The dining table was long and rectangular, made from dark wood to match the rest of the items in the house. An elaborate candelabra stood in the middle, projecting all kinds of shapes across the room.
"Now," he set a steaming bowl of fragrant soup in front of you. "Eat up. You're freezing."
"Thank you, this smells amazing."
You expected him to take the seat across from you or at the head of the table but instead, he sat next to you, his leg almost brushing against yours.
"Hope it tastes as good as it smells." Armie remarked, watching you like a hawk as you took your first sip
"Mmm," you smacked your lips and smiled at his nervous expression. "It's good! Six stars, no joke. Don't look so nervous, Armie, it's just me."
He dragged his teeth along his lower lip and stirred his spoon in his bowl. You would never be "just you" to him, you never were. Something in his heart always made him want to impress you, be around you. It was one of the first things he and his ex-wife argued about.
But you didn't need to know that.
Clearly, this stormy night was going to be spent by candlelight. Romantic, sure, but dangerous. Both of your secrets and words left unsaid hovered over you like shadows, waiting to be revealed.
Eventually, you settled back into your usual routine with Armie. Catching up, playfully critiquing his movies that you've seen, much to his embarrassment. Then finally, an opening to ask the question you've been dying to ask.
You set your wine glass on the table, tracing the lip of your glass with your fingertip. "So, are we going to skirt around it all night, Armie? Or are you going to tell me what happened?"
He sucked in a deep breath, wiping both his hands on his lap. He’d been expecting that, of course. You two haven’t seen each other in a year but you never lost touch. When the news of his divorce broke out, you expected to be the first person he would call, but he never did.
“Well, Y/N, uh,” his long fingers scratched at the back of his neck, "I got divorced because I had an affair. Nothing physical happened but, well, you know.”
A year ago, Armie’s marriage had been slowly but surely falling apart, it was falling apart way before the word “divorce” ever crossed their minds but they both held on, for the children. Until, they couldn’t. When all sorts of headlines and far-fetched gossip made the rounds, he took it all, nevermind that his ex-wife had her own issues, all people wanted was to take a shot at him and he let them. He didn’t really care what anyone else had to say.
The trouble was, everything was different for him when you were involved. He hung his head low, keeping his eyes on his lap.
“Chin up, Armand.” you reached over to brush your knuckles against his chin, “I didn’t come here to judge you.”
“What are you here for then?”
"I’m here for you."
"You've always been there for me."
A moment passed. Two, three. Mere seconds but it felt much longer. When your eyes met it felt like you were finally seeing each other for the very first time.
Armie’s palms had become slick with sweat and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He gulped down a glass of water to fend off whatever was going on with him.
"So, uh. How's that guy you've been seeing?" he casually draped his arm over the back of his chair even though he wasn't feeling casual at all.
"Well," you exhaled, smiling ruefully at him. "That's been over for months now."
He was absolutely floored. His eyes widened to a size that could rival the bowl in front of you and his jaw almost hit the floor. You chuckled into your shoulder.
"Damn, Y/N. That's the second one this month." he clicked his tongue
"Armand, I don't think you're in the position to judge. " you looked at him meaningfully, cocking your head to the side
"Heh. Touché."
You ate in silence while trying to ignore the way your heart was trying to break out of your chest. Talking about your love life was dangerous territory.
"Can I just ask you something though?" Armie put his spoon down and turned to you
"Look, I know I'm not exactly Dr. Love right now but, what's going on, Y/N? You know I’m always here if you need to talk."
He was so genuinely concerned, you could see it in the way he looked at you. It’s a shame he was the reason behind all your failed relationships. This really wasn't how you pictured telling Armie you had been in love with him since you were teenagers. In fact, you didn’t think you were going to tell him at all.
Before you could even stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth.
"I've actually been in love with one man my entire life."
"Whoa! Whoever he is, he’s a lucky guy. To have the Great Y/N Y/L/N hung up on him." the corners of his lips were quirked up in a soft smile but you noticed that it didn't reach his eyes
"Oh, he was lucky for a while," you gripped the side of your chair until your knuckles turned white
"Everyone adored him, saw how talented he was. His life was picture perfect."
Why you were saying all this to Armie, he had no idea. It stung a little, knowing that you were hung up on someone else but he was definitely used to you overlooking him by now.
"But he.. He's going through a bit of a rough patch now. He's.. He got a divorce,"
He squared his shoulders and weaved his arms tight against his chest, his eyebrows knitted together.
Finally telling him the truth terrified you but you'd gone this far, there was no turning back.
"Uh, yeah. He got a divorce and he hasn't seen his kids in months. It was so hard on him and he didn’t even talk to me about it but… I love him."
Saying it out loud was oddly therapeutic.
"I love him," you said louder, feeling the adrenaline course through your body. "I've loved him ever since I first met him. I loved him when we became best friends,"
"I loved him even when I had to sit and watch him marry someone else. I loved him when he told me he was going to be a dad and he cried on my shoulder because he said he was so afraid he'd mess it up,"
Armie uncrossed his arms so abruptly, the face of his watch clacked against the table. His eyes were wide, filled with questions.
You nodded, answering the most obvious one. Tears began to sting in your eyes and sobs spasmed in your throat uncomfortably. But still you went on.
"I loved him even when… Even when I watched him build this beautiful life with his beautiful wife and children. Even when all I could do was stand by and try to be okay with knowing that I was never going to get to be with him the way I wanted. "
Your shoulders shuddered with each shaky breath you forced through your lungs. You didn’t dare look at him, you kept a hand over your eyes as you cried.
And like hell did you cry. You cried for all the lost time, the missed opportunities, the longing looks, the what if's.
"I… Jesus. All this fucking time, Y/N." he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut
Like he couldn't even stomach the sight of you.
"I should've kept my mouth shut." you shook your head and got up
What were you thinking?
Did you honestly think it was a good idea? What did you expect would happen? That he would take your face in his hands, thumbs skimming lovingly across your cheeks? Did you honestly expect that he would finally press his lips into yours and everything would fall into place?
Just as you were about to leave the kitchen to dramatically pack up your things and see if someone was insane enough to give you a ride home in this storm, Armie reached up to grab hold of your arm.
“Don’t… Just,” he huffed, shoulders deflating, “Just don’t walk out, let’s-let’s fucking talk about this, Y/N.”
“We don’t have to talk about anything, Armie. Let me go and we can just forget I ever said anything.”
“I don’t want to forget, Y/N!” Armie suddenly exploded, rising from his seat
All six feet and five inches of him loomed over you. You had to crane your neck just so you could look him in the eye.
“Okay. Alright, let’s get this over with then.” you dragged the wooden chair back, its legs squealing noisily against the floor
You planted your hands firmly on the top of the chair, using it as a shield between you and him.
Armie regarded you with caution, “You’re not going to throw that at me, are you?”
“Can we get on with this?” you snapped
"Alright then," he ran a harsh hand over his face, "Why."
"Why what."
"Why now!" he yelled, raking his hands roughly through his hair, “Why not back then when things were less fucking complicated!”
"It was too late, okay?! You were already with Elizabeth when I figured it out and I didn't wanna ruin things for you. There was never a good time.”
He stepped toward you, placing his hands on the chair next to your own, “We spent half of our goddamn lives together, Y/N! You never found a good time then?”
You looked at him. You've looked at him for half your life basically. His classically handsome face, the crinkles by his sky blue eyes that were present even when he wasn't smiling, the lines that were carefully etched into his tanned skin deepened as his brows remained pushed together.
"I didn't want to lose you! Okay?! You're fucking right, we spent half our lives together and there was no way I was going to risk going through the other half without you!"
"We could have spent the rest of our fucking lives together, Y/N. Right from the fucking start, that's what I'm trying to tell you. Right from the start, it could've been just you and me." he retorted, his voice threatened to crack
The magnitude of his words began hitting you, wave after wave.
"We were both goddamn cowards. Now look at us," he threw a hand in your direction then at his chest, "Serial Dater and Divorced Cheater."
Silence stretched miles between you, neither of you had any more words to squeeze out of yourselves, you felt raw, exposed.
Your hand went numb from gripping the chair too tightly, you wandered over to the kitchen sink to hold it over running water but you ended up sitting on the floor with your head heavy in your hands.
To say that this wasn’t what you bargained for when you accepted Armie’s invitation to see his new house would be the understatement of your entire life. You turned his words over in your head about a dozen times.
Didn’t you get what you wanted? There it was, all laid out for you, what were you waiting for?
Armie sighed, settling down on the floor next to you. He took your hand, the one that was just beginning to wake up, and massaged it in his.
“Can you look at me?”
You did as he asked, lifting your eyes to his. He was smiling, it was hard not to smile back.
“Hi.” he planted a kiss on the back of your hand
“Hi.” you replied, looping your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder
The storm continued to sweep through and the wind shrieked outside but for the first time that night, you felt completely calm despite the big question staring both of you in the face.
“So now what?” you asked
“Now, I think I should reheat dinner.” he got up and extended his hand to you
Was he fucking with you? That really wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you tried not to let your disappointment show. Once your hand was in Armie’s, he pulled you to him, one hand cupped your cheek while the other landed on the small of your back.
“May I?”
His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from yours. You looked up at him, nodding almost imperceptibly but he didn’t miss a beat. He kissed your cheek first, then your forehead, making your eyes flutter shut. You were so close together, you wondered if he could feel your heart pounding against his chest.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” you whispered, hands already snaking around the back of his neck
Armie bent down slightly, nuzzling his nose against yours as he shook his head, “I think we’ve both been waiting long enough.”
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it ain’t your muse! (shut up & write, ft. rihanna)
You nerds are always talking about your muse. My muse this, my muse that, I have no muse, my muse went the way of the dinosaurs, if my muse comes out of its burrow and sees its shadow I won’t be able to write for six weeks.
Shut up about your fucking muse!
It is true that you might go through periods where it is hard to find time and energy to write, or negative experiences in a writing community might leave you with anxiety surrounding writing. But by and large, writers block is something you can overcome!
Please, for the love of god, let me help you.
Writing is a muscle, and you’ve got to exercise it if you don’t want it to atrophy.
This tutorial is a bit of tough love about y’all and y’all’s diddly-darn muses, and some advice for snapping yourself out of it!
So here’s the thing about writing, my loves. You have to actually do it.
TERRIBLY inconvenient, I know.
I’m not here to tell you how to manage your work-life balance or how to manage your time. If you’re not writing much because you straight up don’t have time to write much, my advice is simple: pare down on your characters, focus on the plots that matter most to you, and spend some mental health juice on reminding yourself that there isn’t an RP Prom Queen, and even if there were, it’s better not to live or die by that bizarro crown.
But if you’re having trouble writing because of Your Muse... I’m cracking my knuckles.
We’ve all written with folks before - or been that folk before - who need a very specific set of circumstances if they’re going to write: they need time to Pinterest, need to listen to a specific playlist, need to get in the mindset, need the thread to scratch a very specific itch and need all of it to come together before the moon passes out of a waxing gibbous. As a fellow dev ho, I understand the appeal of writing to suit a mood, of vibing to a playlist, of prioritizing the stuff you’re going fucking feral for, of having the stars align while you do the thing. But if you’re like this when you’re writing for other people -
well, you’re making things difficult for both you and your writing partners! We can’t control the external constraints on our time, e.g. work and school, and we can’t always control the nonsense our psychology spins to keep us from writing. But some things are within our control, and by god, if there is any control to be had in the year of Mother Sappho 2021, don’t you want it?
At least some of your writers block is probably dumb as hell. So let’s beat the shit out of that part.
Anyway, if you’re yakking on and on about how your muse demands a bottle of red wine and a scented candle and fairy lights and soft socks and the blood of the servant, willfully given in order to spit out 200 words, or whatever...
it’s not that fucking deep.
Writing is a muscle. It’s like any other muscle: you need to exercise it.
If you’re training for a 5k, you don’t sit on your couch listening to “Eye of the Tiger” until race day. You get your ass off the cushion and pound the pavement. You probably start by alternating walks with short bursts of running. You probably don’t work your way up to actually running 5k at a time for a few weeks. And once you’ve run that first 5k, you don’t go sit on your couch to listen to “Eye of the Tiger” until the next race. You keep running to stay in shape for the next race.
Writing is like that.
What you write does not have to be perfect.
You can work on the post for six weeks and there will still be things you could change. You know what change your writing partner would have appreciated most? If you’d posted it for them three weeks ago. Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.
Cut yourself the same slack you cut for your writing partners. Do you yearn to keelhaul them if their reply isn’t worth a National Book Award? No, because you’re not an asshole. They’re also not an asshole. Everyone is reasonable here. Write something that responds to what they gave you and that gives them something to work with. Not every single post has to be capital-I Inspired. ✨
What you write does not have to be a vibe ready for the Goop newsletter.
I was a creative writing major in college, and I was always having to turn stuff in for class that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to work on: a short story set in another country when I just wanted to write a play with puppets, an essay about food when I would rather write one about a weekend drive, etc.
Sometimes, you write what you write when you write it not because it’s getting you hot and bothered but because you’ve owed a reply for A While and you feel bad about keeping someone waiting. It will still be fun, because you chose to do that thread with your character and someone else’s character for a reason, and that reason stands, even if your monkey brain is yearning to play with that slime that makes fart noises when you put it away.
(Pro tip, here: don’t do threads you don’t actually have any interest in writing! It is less awkward to tell someone, “I am not interested in my character weed whacking your character’s lawn” than to waste their time with 10 posts of it before telling them, “I am not interested in my character weed whacking your character’s lawn.”)
The more you write, the easier it is.
Let’s talk about running again. A couple of years ago, I went on a bit of a kick with the running. I ran at least three times a week. I would bring my running shit with me to work so I could run in the park near my office. I would make running dates with friends. I would reward myself with a bagel from my favorite cafe if I did a run. And you know what? Once I got myself past the hurdle of pulling on my running clothes and lacing up my shoes, I enjoyed myself. When I ran 5k without slowing to a walk, I was proud of myself. When I told myself, “let’s do another loop at the park!” and stopped to take a photo of the sunset, I enjoyed myself. I would not have enjoyed myself if I hadn’t hit the goddamn pavement.
Put your ass in your fucking chair. I don’t care if you don’t have the right scented candle. Write 50 words. Right fucking now. I’ll wait.
Write another 50.
Now write another 100.
How long did that take you? Some days, it might take you 90 minutes to write 200 words. But that’s 200 more words than you would have written in 90 minutes of browsing Pinterest waiting for an angel to come down from heaven and write this post for you.
All that bullshit you do to Feed Your Muse? It’s stalling, you idiot.
The more you make yourself write instead of just thinking about writing, the easier it will be to actually fucking write.
I used to sit and stare at posts for hours and hours and hours before submitting them, so worried about the post being good enough. When I moved to a neighborhood with an aboveground train line, I was able to write on my morning commute, and writing every morning - even if only the 200 words I could crank out on mobile in 30 minutes before work - got me out of my weird writers block crutches and security blankets. It didn’t take as much effort to write, anymore. I wrote over 200,000 words in 2019, and over 300,000 words in 2020, when I had barely any commute at all to use on writing. I didn’t magically have endless hours of free time. I just wasn’t wasting my free time pretending that being on Tumblr counted as writing.
Tough love: doled out. And now:
TIPS & TRICKS FOR BEATING “””Writers Block”””
Stop acting like Writers Block is real. It’s not that it’s not real, but by telling yourself that you have Writers Block, you’re making it worse for yourself. You’re making excuses for yourself. I used Writers Block to stall writing my Topics in Creative Writing: Folktales portfolio for 3 months, and you know what happened? I still had to turn in the fucking portfolio, because the person I was writing for didn’t fucking care about my fucking Writers Block. And you know who had to sit her ass in a chair and write 30 pages of folktales in a 24 hour period? Me. It’s almost like my Writers Block was just PROCRASTINATION.
Set a timer. If you’re looking at your list of replies owed and you’re feeling like it might be easier to “do character dev” and “build a playlist” than to write your posts, break the task into smaller pieces. If your server has a sprint bot, use it. If not, set your own timer. Organize your list of threads with the ones you’ve owed replies on the longest at the top. Set your timer for 20 minutes and see how much you can write for the oldest post you owe. Not done? Set the timer for another 20 minutes. Keep setting that timer until that post is done and you can drop it in the tags channel. Now do the same for the second oldest. CRANK! THEM! OUT! If you find that it’s depleting your creative energy, that’s not unusual! When I get to this point in my own posting habits, my oldest replies owed are usually for Albus Dumbledore, a character I write specifically because I hate him. It is often easier to knock out all his posts in one chunk rather than shift voice, so this ends up working out nicely.
Don’t indulge your stupid stalling tactics. Do you typically get sidetracked by Pinterest? Put your phone away and close that tab. Do you get absorbed in lining up the perfect music for writing a post? Write in silence, asshole. Do you need to be in your favorite chair with the right lighting? Go sit on a park bench and write on mobile. It’s nice to write in idealized environments. I rented a treehouse last summer to write 10k on a novel! I get it! But you absolutely can write in other environments, if you have to. And if you can get yourself to write on a dark skin on your iPad at an airport in the Midwest while waiting for a flight - well, shit, think of how much you’ll be able to write on a laptop when your diva ass demands are properly met!
Don’t take on shit you don’t want to write. I fully admit that these tactics feel a bit like homework/chores/a to-do list for what is of course a fun hobby. You know how they say “love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life?” If you don’t take on plots, characters, and threads that don’t have a lick of interest or excitement for you, this shit won’t feel like a hassle.
Hope this whips all you little miscreants (myself included) into shape! Now quit your yapping and start writing.
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