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I’m a simple girl, I watch tv and become hyperfixated on the characters and the actors that play them ౨ৎ˚⟡˖

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someone needs to write dr. charlie mayhew fanfiction right now or i will go crazy watching the same edits of him over and over again y'all 😭

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while we’re on the topic, where are the drew starkey x black reader stories at??

MORE NICHOLAS CHAVEZ X BLACK READER PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM BEGGINGGGGGGGG

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like HELLO????

this is very, deeply, truly, utterly important to me‼️

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omg grotesquerie 1x07 spoiler below

nicholas chavez as a doctor is 😝 pls i need more hes so fine and i need him so bad

also the way i started watching this show for him and actually stayed for the show/niecey

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i need nicholas chavez so bad i'm literally going to start gnawing on a piece of wood like a beaver if he's not outside my house in the next 15 minutes like BITCH WHAT DO YOU MEANN???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN OHHHHHH MY DAYS ALIVE

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MORE NICHOLAS CHAVEZ X BLACK READER PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM BEGGINGGGGGGGG

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doing my nighttime nicholas alexander chavez tag search to see what new things have been written >>>>

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WDAMO | too hot to handle

summary: a day out with the kids on one of the hottest days of the year probably wasn't the best idea.

general taglist : @gwenspacy @saccreigns @complacentviawattpad @rosenoirwrites @random-ficreader23 @kyla-queen @neealicious @islandgyalwrites @xsweetdellzx

let me know if you'd like to join any of my taglists! feel free to like, reblog, and comment! also, my asks are open — and im taking requests!

also, if you saw me post this when it was unfinished :) no you didn't

also also, im sorry for disappearing for months 😔 i focused more of my energy on other things but im feeling ✨ inspired ✨ to write here more

"Baby, take over." Kiera groans as a wave of heat rushes over her. She releases the stroller holding the twins and allows Chris to grab a hold of it. "Whew, I think this was a bad idea."

Chris guffaws, "I've been telling you, Ki."

"No you didn't," The woman defends, "You said 'it's a beautiful day outside, woifey, why don't we go for a little walk and put the babies to sleep.'"

Chris pauses and looks at his wife, "Do I really sound like that? I don't sound like that."

Rolling her eyes, the mother of two grabs the cold bottle of water from the bag right behind the stroller and presses it against her brown skin. She should've been used to the Australian heat by now, but low and behold — she can't even manage 32°C (90°F). She blames it on the fact that she's been pushing the stroller with her two babies for the last twenty-five minutes.

That was her way of trying to bounce back to her pre-pregnancy body — by pushing a stroller as if that was the correct way to work out.

Well, better than nothing.

"Even the snake doesn't like it." Kiera notices the coiled up animal on the other side of the street. Usually, she'd be back home in T-minus 1 minute at the sight of Australia's many beasts, but with her husband by her side, she feels slightly better about it.

Chris rolls his eyes playfully despite the sweaty tendril of hair that falls into his face, "I've been telling you we should've stayed in and started that new Netflix show."

Kiera sends him a look, "First of all..." She pokes his bulging bicep, "You already started it, with your annoying, impatient self. Second of all, if we stayed in, you know those babies wouldn't be asleep until ten o'clock tonight."

He scrunches his face and glances down at the two girls in the stroller, cuddled up in each other. Ever since they were born, Myah and Kyah had been inseparable. Though they're barely one year old, they've begun defending each other from Chris's playful antics and they do pretty much everything together — including screaming more than they sleep.

And they have their own baby talk that Chris also seems to be in tune with. Not surprisingly.

Chris shrugs in realization, "Point made." He looks to his wife and sees that her eyes are now closed in satisfaction, the water leaving slight red marks on her skin from pressing it against herself so hard. Is he even a good husband if he doesn't make a joke of the distressing moment? "What is that smell?"

Kiera already knows what's coming and rolls her eyes, "Don't you dare."

"Smells like disappointment and an unfit woman."

She scoffs in dramatic offense, "Damn, put your arm down then. Gonna infiltrate the whole of Byron Bay."

Yeah, he was expecting that. Hence why he snatches the bottle of water from her grasp and pries it open, much to her protest.

"No, Chris, use the other bottle. I already know what you're about to do." She argues, poking his sides to no prevail.

He gasps dramatically, and pulls the bottle the rest of the way open, "Too late. Want some?" Without waiting for a response, he pours the ice cold water over his wife's torso, significantly cooling her body but she doesn't want to admit that.

Her matching white shirt sticks to her skin as she scoffs and mumbles, "Bitch."

Chris tries not to burst out laughing but as Kiera grabs the bottle from his grasp and reciprocates to him what he did to her, he stops pushing the stroller and throws his head back in anticipation and satisfaction.

"Damn, that feels good." He shimmies his torso into an odd dance move, his feet hopping from side to side. Kiera laughs as he mocks a strip tease, flipping his hair side to side and pulling his shirt away from his skin, "Give me more, baby mama."

"Shut up." She presses a hand to his taut stomach and pushes him away lightly but he just chuckles deeply and takes a hold of her arm to pull her into him.

With wet clothes practically translucent against the other, the couple finds themselves caught up in each other's stares.

Their lips meet and Kiera bites his bottom lip in the midst of their kiss. It's short, sweet, a refreshing release from the unbearable heat surrounding them.

Kiera chuckles as she pulls away, "Alright, that's enough for now, baby daddy."

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if you support donald trump unfollow me. full stop. hopefully no trump supporters are dumb enough to think they’re welcome here, but seriously. gtfo my page. block me while you’re at it.

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the fbi watching your phone: 👁️👄👁️

Looks Really Good ( Chris Evans Drabble)

general taglist : @gwenspacy @saccreigns @complacentviawattpad @rosenoirwrites @random-ficreader23 @kyla-queen @neealicious @islandgyalwrites @xsweetdellzx

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Walking into the house, you let out an exhausted groan. Your head is dragging under the weight of the braids you just got done and your eyes droop from sitting in a salon chair for nine hours. You're starving and tired, but hey, at least you look cute.

You drop your keys on the counter and venture further into the living room where you can hear the Dream Song from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. That must mean Zara is still up.

The last time you checked your phone, it was 8:23 PM, not quite her bedtime. You're curious about what her and Chris spent the day doing — watching movies, playing games. Judging by the pile of toys pushed off in the corner, they definitely played games.

"Hello, my babies," You greet them, dramatically, throwing your arms out and flashing your hair to show it off. You capture your family's attention as you step toward them.

"Mommy!" Your four-year-old squeals and jumps out of her father's lap, her tiny legs running towards you.

"Hi," You laugh and lift her into your arms. She kisses your cheeks with a pizza stained mouth, making you lean back and try to wipe her mouth with your hands. "You're eating pizza with daddy?"

"And watching Sharkboy and Lavagirl." She adds, excitedly. With her in your arms, you walk over to the couch and plop down beside your husband who was staring at you with adoration.

He smiles at you as Zara already moves back into his lap, "Hi, my beautiful wife."

"Hello, my wonderful husband." You grin, cheekily. His eyes shift to the Bohemian braids that span your entire back and stops at the start of your ass.

"I like your hair, babe." He says, "Looks really good."

"Yeah, mommy," Zara speaks up as she shoves another slice of pizza into her mouth, "Your hair is really pretty."

"Thank you, mama." You thank her, "You know not to talk with food in your mouth, though."

She nods and looks back to the TV, allowing you to avert your attention back to Chris, "Thank you, baby." You cup his jaw with one hand and kiss his lips, quickly, before Zara can push you two apart, which she's known for.

That's not enough for him though, because he leans in and captures your lips into another one. Pulling away, he scans your face.

"Alright, Imma go try to put this hair up and take a shower. Make sure she doesn't stay up too late."

"Eat something first." He says, motioning to the box of pizza on the coffee table, "Might be a little cold." That doesn't stop you from grabbing two slices and sandwiching them together.

Before you can get up, Zara starts to bounce on Chris's knee, "Mommy, mommy, mommy," She rambles.

"Yeah, baby?"

"When can I get my hair done like yours?"

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Looks Really Good ( Chris Evans Drabble)

general taglist : @gwenspacy @saccreigns @complacentviawattpad @rosenoirwrites @random-ficreader23 @kyla-queen @neealicious @islandgyalwrites @xsweetdellzx

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( gif by @unearthlydust )

Walking into the house, you let out an exhausted groan. Your head is dragging under the weight of the braids you just got done and your eyes droop from sitting in a salon chair for nine hours. You're starving and tired, but hey, at least you look cute.

You drop your keys on the counter and venture further into the living room where you can hear the Dream Song from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. That must mean Zara is still up.

The last time you checked your phone, it was 8:23 PM, not quite her bedtime. You're curious about what her and Chris spent the day doing — watching movies, playing games. Judging by the pile of toys pushed off in the corner, they definitely played games.

"Hello, my babies," You greet them, dramatically, throwing your arms out and flashing your hair to show it off. You capture your family's attention as you step toward them.

"Mommy!" Your four-year-old squeals and jumps out of her father's lap, her tiny legs running towards you.

"Hi," You laugh and lift her into your arms. She kisses your cheeks with a pizza stained mouth, making you lean back and try to wipe her mouth with your hands. "You're eating pizza with daddy?"

"And watching Sharkboy and Lavagirl." She adds, excitedly. With her in your arms, you walk over to the couch and plop down beside your husband who was staring at you with adoration.

He smiles at you as Zara already moves back into his lap, "Hi, my beautiful wife."

"Hello, my wonderful husband." You grin, cheekily. His eyes shift to the Bohemian braids that span your entire back and stops at the start of your ass.

"I like your hair, babe." He says, "Looks really good."

"Yeah, mommy," Zara speaks up as she shoves another slice of pizza into her mouth, "Your hair is really pretty."

"Thank you, mama." You thank her, "You know not to talk with food in your mouth, though."

She nods and looks back to the TV, allowing you to avert your attention back to Chris, "Thank you, baby." You cup his jaw with one hand and kiss his lips, quickly, before Zara can push you two apart, which she's known for.

That's not enough for him though, because he leans in and captures your lips into another one. Pulling away, he scans your face.

"Alright, Imma go try to put this hair up and take a shower. Make sure she doesn't stay up too late."

"Eat something first." He says, motioning to the box of pizza on the coffee table, "Might be a little cold." That doesn't stop you from grabbing two slices and sandwiching them together.

Before you can get up, Zara starts to bounce on Chris's knee, "Mommy, mommy, mommy," She rambles.

"Yeah, baby?"

"When can I get my hair done like yours?"

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WDAMO | ❝ back to bed ❞

summary: Kiera has a hard time going to sleep due to pregnancy pain but she read something that helps with that.

general taglist: @gwenspacy @saccreigns @complacentviawattpad @rosenoirwrites @random-ficreader23 @kyla-queen @neealicious @islandgyalwrites

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"I am so fucking tired." Kiera cries in annoyance as she nuzzles under Chris's thick bicep. He allows her to burrow her bonnet covered head into his hold.

He exhales, "Then go to sleep, Ki." His voice is deeper than the usual — why wouldn't it be? It's three in the morning and his wife keeps waking him up every hour to complain that she can't sleep.

Kiera sighs, "You know I can't." Pregnancy has been hard on Ki's body — her back, her shoulders, her head... she's just struggling at the moment and what can usually fix that is comfort provided by her husband. Now that she's on the third and fourth additions to the family, but just a few months along, she's in pain.

She watches as Chris finally peeks an eye open — it's like she gained night vision along with constant migraines.

He runs his eyes over her face in sympathy, "Back or belly?"

Kiera thinks about it for a moment, "Both."

The man pecks his wife's lips before turning her around, pressing her back against his taut chest. He rests a hand on her pregnant belly and kisses her shoulder.

"I read something..." Kiera looks out through the bedroom sliding door to watch the waves of the sea crash against the shore.

Chris's fingers travel in a circle around Kiera's belly button, "Hmm. You can read?"

The singer grunts and reaches back to hit her husband's shoulder, "Fuck you." He chuckles and kisses her shoulder again as an apology, "Anyways, back to what I was saying before you so rudely interrupted — I read something online about orgasms helping with pain."

"Where'd you read that? Twitter?" Chris snorts, slowly being knocked out of his stupor.

Kiera turns to face him, taking in the smug smirk on his face, "Keep playing me, Chris. Acting like I won't kick you out this bed."

He's unbothered as he burrows his face in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin. Kiera remains firm in her resolve. Chris chuckles and removes his hand from her stomach to tilt her neck so he has more space to work. "Then however would you get that orgasm, sweetheart?"

"Remember that gift you gave me when you were leaving to go to India for Extraction?"

Chris gasps, dramatically, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

The gift Kiera was referring to was the trusty grey vibrator situated in her night table. Chris knew he was going to be gone for a while and didn't want to leave his wife all high and dry so he got her something to help her out while he was gone.

It's probably the best gift she's received in her entire life because while it might not have the same finesse as Chris, it sure does get the job done.

Taking his silence as an answer, Kiera allows the smug smirk to grow on her face.

"Now, please fuck me to sleep, Chris."

The man groans, "Is this what I've been reduced to in our marriage?" As he speaks, he turns his wife so her back is against him and proceeds to remove the boxers she stole from him, "Just a piece of meat here to bring you pleasure?"

Kiera twists her head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Unless you wanna carry these kids —"

Knowing what she's getting at, the actor sighs and pulls down his underpants before running his tongue up three fingers, "As you wish, madam."

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˗ˏˋ What Dreams Are Made Of | CHRIS HEMSWORTH´ˎ˗

in which i write a series of family and relationship moments between chris hemsworth and my newest oc, kiera hemsworth.

‼️ this is an already established relationship ‼️

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backstory : kiera hemsworth, née griffin, was a singer/model. she is very outspoken in her activism and empowerment. she met chris at the movie premiere for a movie she produced a soundtrack for. he wasn't in the movie — his brother, liam was — but that didn't stop her from freaking out when they caught each other's eyes in the crowd.

he asked her out for coffee while on the red carpet and of course, paparazzi caught a candid photo of kiera practically losing her mind. a week passed and coffee turned into dinner, dinner turned into a sixth date, and before the two knew it, they were one year into dating before they decided to publicize it.

there were the haters, the racists (all of which chris spoke out against), and then kiera's favorites — the die-hard chris fans that rode hard for her too.

now chris and kiera are newly married after five years of dating, kiera is living in australia with her husband, and they have twins on the way.

this is definitely a dream worth living.

fair warning: none of this is in chronological order lmfaooo i don't have the patience — i'll write as the ideas come to me ✨

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Family Reunion.

PAIRING: Lewis Tan x Black reader.

SUMMARY: It is you and Lewis’s daughter’s fifth birthday party and the celebrations bring more than just your families together.

WARNING: 18+ sexual content, fluff, mutual pining, sexual tension, breeding kink [if you squint].

WORD COUNT: 4.4K

NOTE: I got really carried away writing this. I’m in my feelings about it as well but I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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BTTM: Chapter V. 

PAIRING: India Webber [OC] x Jackson Arakawa [OC]

WARNING: Slow burn, plot heavy, racism.

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

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One Cruel Joke

Jax Teller x Reader

Requested by Anon // Hellooo honeyy!!! How are You? Hope You good! Could I request a jax teller x reader! Jax is on accident but is just fake bc he then proposes to the reader? Thank you💕💕

A/N: god it’s been a while since I wrote for my baby 😂

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