#GUESS IM GONNA FIND ANOTHER RIDE

[munamania]

HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY ABOUT U MUNA

[funniestpersonalivefr]

First of all YOU ARE AMAZING i could neverr write like this ,my brain simply can't function when it comes to these stuff, second of all i was fighting the urge to ask you for another older leon x fem reader smut/fluff because i felt like im just gonna be annoying but since i failed to stop myself here it is: "imagine leon has this coworker who he worked with during the alcatraz island incident and managed to develop a crush on her, so after days or weeks of tiptoeing around and aimlessly flirting he finally brings himslef to ask her out and one thing leads to another and BOOM! they have sex" IM SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS CORNY AND CHEESY YOU CAN TOTALLY IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT SO ANYWAY LOVE YOU BYE

sweetheart

RAHHH IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF. anyways here's the leon request mwahahaha. nsfw under the cut, mdni. credit to image owner. not proofread and i hope you enjoy, love ya!!

your time at alcatraz was nothing but stressful. you ran around with leon and the others fighting a giant b.o.w. and you were so relieved when everything was over.

the following days you and leon spent the days swamped in paperwork. leon had been especially flirty lately, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't admitting the extra attention gave your butterflies in your stomach like a teenager in love.

how could you not fall for the charming man? he was kind and incredibly attractive but you'd never guess he would feel the same about you. yet there you were, walking into the parking lot with leon as you approached your respected vehicles. the words left his lips seemed to slip out so effortlessly and you felt your heart catch in your throat.

"you outta let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night, if you're free," he says, his low tone brought a warmness into your chest. you look back at him, he's idly standing next to his motorcycle.

"yeah, that sounds great. i'd like that," you say, your tone is soft and shy as you look away. a smile is spread across your lips and leon mirrors with his own face.

your date with leon went extremely well, a nice dinner followed by a motorcycle ride. he was all over you the moment you two had gotten back to your apartment and you were not complaining.

his lips were on your neck as he slammed you into various walls around the house, a trail of clothes following you. usually leon would try to be more of a gentleman but he was completely and utterly obsessed with you.

his crush on you had always been there but something about the alcatraz mission changed it. maybe it was the way you protected all of those around you but his heart fully belonged to you.

your back hits the soft bed, both of you have been stripped down to undergarments and nothing more. his rough calloused hands feel up and down your body, grabbing your boobs. his lips are against yours as your hands tangle in his hair.

leon's bulge presses perfectly between your legs as the two of you grind on each other with desire and need. his touch was gentle as he removed the bra separating him from your tits. your bra was quickly thrown off to the floor, leon's mouth quickly finding its way to your quickly hardening nipple.

his mouth helps to stimulate the bud, letting pleasure rush down your body. you can't help the way your hips buck into his, a groan slips leon's lips and you know you need him inside you right now.

your hands are soon fumbling with his belt, leon catches your wrists stopping you.

"what do you think you're doing sweetheart?" he asks, you whimper out slightly.

"i need you leon, i need you inside me," you say, pleading with him to give you what you want. he can't help but give in to you with the way your glossy eyes look up at him and your beautiful face flushed.

leon lets go of your wrists and you're quick to continue your actions. his clothes join yours and it's not long before he's slipping his fingers in you, stretching you to make sure you can take his cock. you whine out, desperate for his length and leon coos at you.

"be patient now, can't have yourself getting hurt," he says, his tone dripping with sweetness. his fingers start doing a scissor motion and you can't help but moan from his touch.

soon enough your needy cunt is stretched just enough for leon. you can feel him rub his tip through your soaking folds. you prop yourself up and watch as he starts to slide into you, it almost looks like he's disappearing into your pussy.

his movement is slow as he lets you adjust, waiting for you to signal you're ready for more. this signal comes with a roll of your hips. leon starts to thrust into you deeply, his long cock kissing your cervix perfectly.

he continues to plow into you, not sure how long he can last with how deliciously your cunt clenches around him. you're a whiny and moaning mess from how well he's fucking you, and you can feel that familiar pressure building up in your stomach.

leon presses his calloused fingers down to your clit, rubbing it slightly to help push you over the edge. you shudder under his touch as your orgasm approaches, your body shaking as it does. leon's soon spilling his cum into your cunt from the sensation of your squeezing around him.

he's cursing into your ear as his hips sputter, soon pulling out.

"fuck, i didn't mean to-" he says, referring to the cum he just dumped into you. you silence him with a kiss before pulling away.

"i'm on the pill it's fine, plus it was um... it was hot," you admit, looking down. a chuckle leaves his lips as he reaches to your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

"i guess i'll have to do it more, huh sweetheart?" he teases and your face flushes as you roll your eyes. the two of you are completely smitten with each other.

[austinsastrology8991]

> Saturn ASPECTS < and why you ain't getting the respect you deserve Saturn puts you in shitty cycles/ patterns to make you; by breaking you > and when you inevitably return to these struggles, you'll realise you've mastered his circuits

yes i had break, im back now. so get over it.

Saturn aspecting Sun - loosen up. but everytime you do, something else fucks up. so now your the most rigid person. its hard to have a good time with yall, because you take things so seriously, but damn do you exceed when shit needs to be taken seriously - because your so careful in your movements 🚶‍♂️. they tend to have a habit of stating the obvious then smirking about it, which is so confusing because like we all knew that, but why you acting like you did something? this type of shit is why people struggle to chill around you, but ill ask for your advice about real shit because your obsessed with being an authority and like thats the only way to approach you guys without getting iced by you Saturn aspecting Moon - Stop crying. oh wait i meant to say; start crying. jesus you got some fucked up villainous back story but your stone walling everyone because it hurts too much to even open up to anyone. because i mean whats the point? if everyone is just going to tell you "its going to be okay" when you never feel okay. feels bad man, and you know better than most how bad feels.. man.. so i guess saturn wants you to accept how cruel the world is, and how that affects everyone, so you are more prepared for bad circumstances then most. hardly a positive spin, ik.. but its to prepare you for your future. and you have no idea why you must go through so much pain - but there is a reason, and it will become clear later, so better utilize that energy to your benefit; because its just another one of saturns bitch cycles

Saturn aspecting Mercury - when you speak, people try there best to one up you, but your a master at it by now > passive aggressive, or authoritative - who gives a fuck if you belittle the other person, because i mean if your right, then you right. so better off writing it into reality, rather than watch everyone clown around with the wrong answers. but speaking ths way to others, really does make it hard to talk to you, even if you right, your just a fkn asshole. so honestyl. stop trying to figure out the right answer, and think about whats the right thing to say. stop pretending to be an authoritative speaker if no one even wanna listen to you, and start owning what you say more. Saturn aspecting Venus - joecly flores on repeat. okay i get it. you dont believe in love, because you see it how it is. well. its not actually how it is. youve ruined all your chances of anyone ever gonna love you because you think being all cold and mysterious is attractive (and it can be) but i mean who tf wanna love someone like that. its like riding a bike uphill. i mean i dont wanna do that. like these people are always attractive, but their attitude is so hard to ignore, its like trynna make a spider smile. thats why people reject you more than anythng else. and Ik that your just trying to find the real ones, but guess what, everyone that ever talked to you/ flirted with you, liked you.... oh thats too shallow or optimistic? my bad Saturn aspecting Mars - I never do anythng right ;(((((( well you actually do a lot right, but your always doing too much. your so obssessed with perfection and being a high achever that you've forgotten everything you've achieved becayse your so focused on the next one. if you just reflected on how much you work; in comparison to most, youd realize you are big achiever, and you dont understand reality as well as you think. well okay you do undersatnd reality extremely well (because you try so damn hard lol) but you've lost your sense of self because you still dont think your worth it till you achieve the next thing- hence the cycle of working yo ass off - but hey you'll achieve a lot, you just need to perfect your perfectionistic tendencies -then youll finally be perfect! (get it) Saturn aspecting Jupiter - i think this aspect is one of the coldest. because these people try so hard, but get no where for the majority of their life. till they change perspectives and realize if they try harded else where, they'd get launched into success. i mean the amount of people who are successful - and i mean hugely successful > have this aspect - and everytime it was due to massive luck. however only they could grasp the 'lucky' opportunity, and that initself makes their achievements so much cooler than others. remember its jupiter, so all your 'hardships' inevitably become your greatest 'luck'. the white guy from 'sean of the dead' has this, and look at how much he impacted movies in general... jus saying mad props to that guy and to yall

Saturn aspecting Uranus - okay these guys are outcasted from society hard, due to some bullshit, but when they get recasted back into civilization they become someone who can change society at large- but its gonna take so much work... their perspective has been molded differently to most because they've been alone for so long. they have strange ideas that somehow work into tangible assets. perfect example : eminem - i mean hes basically best case scenario with this aspect, but hey why not try for best case scenario? but then again he made that hamster song... so i mean not always best case scenario... THats the price of neglect you could say lmao. Saturn aspecting Neptune - your imagination is your greatest challenge but also the key to your ultimate glory. like Michael Jordan had this aspect and well he was hella delusional. until he wasnt.... but its hard to say how much this benefited him... because both stages of his life - pre glory - and; glory - he was heavily isolated from everyone, and (likely) suffered in seclusion, by placing so much importance on his dreams. saturn wants you to master the 'spiritual world' i.e. imagination and dreams, and this causes anxiety that their dreams will just be dreams. which is what makes them put so much effort into it becoming real... then they realize the price of it all when its too late. so just make sure your aware of what your manifesting because if anyone can make it, its you. (achieving ur dreams) Saturn aspecting Pluto - how powerless do you feel. you do realize people can see how thirsty you are for respect/power, because they can sense your insecurity from past exepriences, and thats why your easy to play with. but do not worry. you will attain true power with enough effort. not just a bullshit image of power. because you've been pushed into the most vile trials to have ever have existed, and its only so that when you become someone powerful, you utilize your power properly, and do not step on others, because you know damn well how much it hurts to be stepped on. so your power is > saturn. your trials are so intense, and you're basically broken, but things that are broken know how to cut others (like broken glass). and well saturn wants you to master this > pluto > the darkness. and it makes reaching the top so much more palpable, because you'd feel like you earnt it. but you can make others insecure about what youve overcame so you better be humble, or saturn will fuck you. no honour among thieves, and we know you experienced that, but the kings play different, and you gotta adapt or saturn will flatten you.

[nmbrtobio]

Tsukishima Kei x Y/n

f! reader

sorry this was really rushed 😪

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you and tsukishima were sitting on your bed, against the wall on your phones doing absolutely nothing else.

you had your airpod on the left side of your ear, listening to tsukishimas playlist after begging for it for about two months. N tsukishima was adding songs to another playlist he has had for quite awhile.

on your phone, listening to music you were scrolling through pinterest just trying to find cute picture ideas, or outfit inspos, and even some pictures of your favorite band.

it’s also a distraction to wait for tsukishima to make a move. like do anything, such as: holding your hand, moving your legs to put on top of his, laying his head on you, or even asking for the other airpod.

but he hasn’t done anything ever since you’ve guys gotten here.

tsukishima and you have been friends since the first year of being in karasuno, and now it’s only your second year. during the summer he would snatch your hand and pull you somewhere else whenever you were paying attention, or were doing something stupid and keep it there.

sometimes tsukishima would come over, and you guys would be on your bed, head on his shoulder, legs over his, with his hand just resting on your thigh.

always had those what ifs in your head.

what if he’s doing this because he wants to be close? what if he’s doing this because he likes you back? what if he’s doing this because it’s just normal.

tsukishima would be listening to music and he’ll admire you while it plays.

when daichi was giving you guys a ride to your homes, you fell asleep and tsukishima took you inside and made sure you were comfortable.

you weren’t sure if he liked you in the way you liked him. and you didn’t know that he knew you liked him.

usually by now you guys would be laughing and talking, maybe somehow cuddling. but no, nothing. just the light sound of the music coming from your airpods, on blast.

it’s been like this for awhile. the fact he hasn’t been doing those things for the past couple days scares you.

does he not wanna be here right now? maybe that’s why he hasn’t spoken yet.

“i’m gonna shower in a few minutes, you chose if you wanna stay or not.” you’re nervous, really nervous and don’t even know why. it’s starting to get a bit awkward for you too.

it doesn’t help the fact you have a crush on him too.

“Mkay.” is all he says, still on his phone but typing this time and no longer adding music to another playlist of his.

after those words come out of his mouth you get scared. you just stare at him.

but he also looks so… pretty.

leave that to the side, he didn’t even look at you or even say that he’ll stay and wait.

he looks at you, and you guys make eye contact. you’re just staring at each other. your biting the side of your cheek looking at him, trying to figure out why it’s getting so weird for you, and trying to not admire him so much.

he’s nervous also, but he doesn’t show it.

“What?” he says.

“nothing in just looking at you.”

he raises an eyebrow, “you’re weird.”

i’m gonna tell him. there’s are basically mixed signals right? all the things we do, it keeps me attached. i don’t want to be lead on, and get hurt all because i thought he shared the same feelings.

“i like you.” you blurt out, and as you were about to stop it there, you just felt the need to keep going. “i’m scared and i like you. i don’t know why exactly why i’m being so concerned and worried about the fact we haven’t spoken a lot right now which is weird, and over dramatic i guess, but also because what uh- we usually do hasn’t been happening and you’ve been less vocal. actually i should also mention that i like you. i do, after our first year at karasuno ended, i started liking you and i don’t know why cause your rude, but i like it cause it goes with you sarcasm but i also know that you care for me. this isn’t how i thought id end up telling you my feelings im just really scared and don’t wanna get lead on. maybe i took our actions the wrong way cause i like you, but that’s just me.”

he stared at you. no words. but shocked eyes, cause he wasn’t expecting you to say all of that either.

now you’re even more worried because he’s not saying anything and you want to get up and leave but you won’t, you can’t.

he relaxes his eyes and sighs, taking his phone and typing something and putting it down on the side, taking off his headphones from his neck.

“if you don’t feel the same just say it and we can move on from it.” you’re now tapping your pointer finger against your leg.

once he puts down the head phones, he turns his head back to you, and he reaches his arm out to pull your hand away from your leg, because he always notices you do that when you’re nervous.

you’re looking down, but he takes his hand and moves your head to look at him, and all of a sudden his lips are on yours.

eyes widen, and you take a moment to realize he’s kissing you.

closed eyes, you enjoy the moment.

you put your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

he pulls away and he stares at your lips, like he didn’t even want to leave them in the first place, “i like you too, somehow.” now he has that stupid smirk on his face. “go shower, you stink.”

you smile and shove his head away from you, and get up grabbing your clothes, heading to the bathroom after.

Tsukishima watches you walk out and he returns back to his phone.

he texts the group chat he has with kageyama, hinata, tanaka, yamaguchi, and nishinoya.

there’s messages that says

T: is he telling her right now?

N: nah hes not gonna do itttt

H: WAIT WIAT RECORD IT TSUKISHIMA AND SEND IT TO US AFTER

K: how does she like him he’s an ass

Y: you got this tsukki!!!

Tsukishima: idiots. we kissed, i got her.

he lightly smiled as he sent the message. he got the girl. and he’s glad she said something, cause he was nervous about asking her out, and now he can do it without a sweat.

after her shower, she asked him about the playlist he had up earlier, and he said it was her playlist.

“huh? mine?”

“read the title idiot.”

he says and he flips the phone to you, and it says

songs that remind me of y/n

[gothic-thoughts]

A Different Option

FIRST LES FIC 🤩🥳🎉(yes i'm bi)

Mikasa Ackerman x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Cowgirl!Mikasa, Farmgirl!Reader, Meet Ugly

CW: country accent (sry in advance), flirting

Word Count: 1462 (give or take)

"Whoa girl!"

Despite the woman's words, the horse gallops a little closer, stopping just in time in front of making you scream and jump back, dropping your bucket of milk. Your shriek makes the steed whinny loudly and stand on its hind legs, tossing the woman off its back with a loud thud and grunt before running off and attempting to hide behind a tree no less than 30 feet away. You try to calm your racing heart as you walk over the woman as she gets up.

“What... the hell is your problem...!?”

The woman looks up at you, groaning as she grabs her cowboy hat and slowly gets to her feet. Her dark hair falls into her face, and she pushes it away before putting on the hat with a frustrated sigh.

"My problem? You the one who jumped in front of my damn horse!"

“Wha- jumped?! I ain't jump nowhere! You damn near ran me over!”

She rolls her eyes and dusts off her pants. "Ran you over? It's not my fault you weren't payin’ attention to where you were going. You lucky I didn't just trample you under my horse's hooves!"

“And you lucky I don't have you thrown in jail for trespassin'!”

"Trespassing?” She crosses her arms, “Don’t be ridiculous, I was riding through the field, not your property."

“This ‘field’ is my pa's property! You ain't see that big house up there?”

"Oh, please. I wasn't that close to the house. And there wasn't any sign saying the field was private property."

“It's on the fence spokes out front, cowgirl. You woulda seen it if you wasn't just ridin’ through grass and stayed on the damn trail.”

She sneers, pointing a finger. "Don't you sass me, girl. I can ride through wherever I please. Just because you work here doesn't give you the right to order me around."

Using your finger, you push her finger away. “Uh, that's exactly what I can do. Cuz unless ya wanna deal wit my pa and his shotgun, you gon deal wit me.” You flick the front of her cowboy hat, “And I promise you, miss lady, this is me bein' cordial.”

The dark-haired woman's eyes narrow despite the smirk on her face, clearly unaffected by your threat.

"Oh, I like you."

You pauses. “Wha- what, now?”

She chuckles and steps closer to you, her smirk turning into a smug grin. "Ya got some fire in you with a pretty face to go... and that's somethin' I appreciate..."

“Flattery ain't gettin' you nowhere, stranger.”

She laughs, stepping around you to lean against a tree trunk. "Is that right, sweetheart? Well, I guess I'll just have to find another way to win you over."

“Not before an apology. And a way to make it up to me after spillin' all this milk.”

The woman glances at the white puddles soaking into the dirt. “No use cryin’ over it, right?”

“I’m serious.”

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry for almost running you over. And I'll make it up to you, I promise. Name your price."

“Well since ion wanna get into trouble, you're gonna ride into town for me and pick up some milk for me to fill these buckets.”

She smiles and gives you a sarcastic salute. "Yes, ma'am. I'll gallop straight to the store and get you some fresh milk. Anything else I can do for you on my way? Shovel some manure and feed the pigs?"

“No, already did that before you rode all over my property and nearly killed me.”

She sighs and nods, feigning a sincere look. "Right, im sure. My apologies again for ruinin’ your hard work. I'll be sure to ride nicely as I go on my milk-fetchin’ quest."

“You got a name, miss?”

"Why you wanna know? You gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout me while I'm gone?"

“Maybe. Also to make sure you won't just take off, I need the name of the thief to tell my pa.”

The woman laughs, walking closer to you while tipping her hat a little.

"You’re good. My name's Mikasa Ackerman. And I promise, I'll come back with that milk. I'm a woman of my word."

You smirk. “Now that's somethin' I can appreciate~”

Mikasa smiles back, stepping closer until she's mere inches away with her pretty eyes locked onto yours.

"And what's your name, darlin’? If I'm gonna be fetchin’ milk for you, it'd be nice to know who I'm doing it for."

“Name's (Y/n) (L/n).”

Mikasa looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your body for a moment before returning to your eyes.

"Now that's a pretty name... suits you too. I'll be back with your milk, (Y/n) (L/n). And I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Likewise.”

You tug the brim of her hat down over her eyes playfully to get her to stop eyeing you. Mikasa laughs, grabbing the brim of her hat and tipping it back up to see your face again only to see you were now turned around and picking up the empty milk bucket before walking back towards the cows, hips swaying with every step. Her eyes admire every curve and dip of your figure momentarily before chuckling to herself. She uses two fingers to whistle loudly in the direction of her horse, making the less frightened animal appear within seconds, trotting towards her. With that, she hops onto her saddle and rides off towards town.

Mikasa's been gone about 20 minutes and while she was out, you sat near the cows with the buckets, pretending to be milking them just in case your pa came to check on you. The entire time you were coming up with different excuses as to why you took so long when you heard fast galloping closing in on you. You look to the trail to see Mikasa riding back this way with one hand on the reins and the other holding a basket filled with glass milk bottles. You smile and can't help but feel a wave of relief that she didn't just take off and leave you high and dry. She reins in her horse a few feet away, dismounting and walking to you with the basket.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, sweetheart. Got your milk right here."

“Oh, I'm sweetheart now?” You take the basket, “Thank ya, kindly.”

Mikasa grins and leans against a fence, watching you carry the basket of milk over to the other one.

"What? I can't give pretty girls pretty nicknames? That don't seem right to me, darlin'..."

You sit down with the milk, pouring the bottles into the bucket. “You don't even know if I got a husband.”

"Lucky bastard if you do, but judging by your ringless fingers, I'm gonna guess you don't. Am I right?"

“No, but my pa is strongly suggesting I find one. 'Preferably before he passes on' as he says.”

Mikasa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Sounds like he's a bit eager. No offense, sugar, but I don't see the rush."

“Neither do I. I enjoy feeding the animals and riding my horse.”

"I'm guessing you love your horse more than you'd ever love some man, huh?"

“Of course, and after the ones I've met? ‘Specially the ones he thought would be good for me?” You shudder with a chuckle, “It'll be while before I find a man good enough.”

Mikasa laughs, pushing herself off the fence and approaching you slowly.

"So you're saying you've yet to find a man you deem worthy of your time and attention? How about a woman...?"

You look up at her, biting your lip in thought. “Hm... S'pose I haven't thought of that...”

"Care to test the waters a bit, then? See if there's any... potential suitors who might meet your standards?"

“Hm... Anyone you could send my way...?”

She grins, her eyes flickering up and down your body as you stand up before meeting your gaze again.

"Well, I might know someone. She's got a few flaws, but she's got a good heart. And she's very, very pretty to boot."

“Really now?”

“Yes ma’am. The prettiest grey eyes you’ll ever see~”

“Hmm, does she have manners?”

"That depends on who you ask. She can be a bit rough around the edges, she doesn't always think before she speaks... But she's always genuine. And she'd treat you like a princess."

“Ooh, I never been treated like a princess.”

"Well, that's just criminal, sugar. Every lady should be treated like royalty. You included~"

“I guess, in turn, I'd have to treat her like one.

"And what if I, I mean, she don't want royalty treatment? Maybe she enjoys being all rough and whatnot..."

“Then you'll get that instead, cowgirl.”

"What, me? No, no, this is for her of course."

You tug the brim of her hat down over her pretty grey eyes playfully.

[caitlinclarkismakingmeweak]

All Your’n

Caitlin Clark x reader

Your summer vacation Junior year of high school your families went on vacation to Disney.

The second day there you and Caitlin decided to venture out on your own, you had been walking around for a while.

“Caity I’m so tired!!” I whined

“Ok let’s do this ride, so you can sit for a bit”

I smiled to myself and thought she’s always caring when it comes to me.

It was the Haunted Mansion ride… “ummmmm Caity I don’t want to get scared”

“It will be fine! Come on” she urged me

“Finnnnnne,” I say even tho I’m hesitant.

Five minutes in and I was so scared I had to grab onto something. You interlocked your and Caitlin’s arms and hands so quick she wasn’t able to register what had just happened. But she didn’t care, she had always wanted to be more than friends with you so any touch was welcome intentional or not.

After the ride you both kept your hands together, it was just comfortable you both felt like that’s where your hands belonged.

When you got back to your hotel and had both showered, Caitlin was sitting at the top of the bed talking about your guy's year and all the school drama while I was at the foot of the bed painting my toes. I couldn’t help but notice how good Caitlin looked, her long brown hair still wet from the shower, her tank top showing off her arms in the most amazing way.

Caitlin could tell she lost you a while ago

“Something I said?”

“Hah no… I’m just tired from all the walking today”

Her eyes bared so deep at you she could probably see your soul, I nervously cleared my throat.

“You sure? Looked like you were thinking about something serious?”

Caitlin asked cuz she always knew you better than yourself

“I um… “ I stuttered, now completely aware of how dry my throat was. Caitlin scooted closer to me causing her to realize the power she has over me, causing me to sigh realizing how much I’m craving her in a way I never had before.

“I’ve never done this before but iii …” Caitlin’s brows furrowed

“I’ve um been wanting to tell you I i i “

My hands are shaking I haven’t told someone I love them let alone my best friend

Caitlin’s gaze softens giving me a boost of courage “CAITLIN IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”

I blurt out, I can’t read her face I nervously suck in a breath. A million things are running through my mind, I feel Caitlin’s hands grab mine she lifts them to her lips and places the softest kiss on my knuckles “Y/n baby” she sighs softly “ I’ve been in love with you since elementary school, I thought that you just saw me as a friend and I was ok with that as long as you could be around me.”

“But you love me?” She questions

My heart stops at her confession, really that long? We could’ve been together all this time? I’m in awe!

“ Oh my god yes Caitlin!” I exclaimed, “ I really do love you!”

A slight smile appears on her face “Really?” She questions I guess she’s new to this too, I chuckle slightly and she smirks “ Can I kiss you ?” Her eyes almost pleading “ Oh my god YES!!!”

She places the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips. I’m hungrier so I grab her face with both my hands deepening the kiss as her hands find my hair.

We stay like that for a bit but then eventually break apart to catch our breath.

Suddenly it hit me, that was just a confession, that didn’t mean anything.

What if she doesn’t want us to be together? What if that was all it was? Just a Kiss.

Caitlin can sense my anxiety, her hands cup my cheeks pulling my gaze toward hers

“Y/n it will be fine, we are gonna figure it all out together” She pulls me in for another kiss, this one is light and gentle I can feel all her love through it.

After the kiss she rests her forehead against mine we are just breathing each other in

“You really mean it Caity?”

I question her confession

“Hah… your funny” she’s laughs

“Come on Caity I’m being serious!!”

I pull away from her crossing my arms and huffing

“You’re too cute” she laughs

I frown harder now she can tell I’m upset.

“Oh baby girl” she sighs

Grabbing my hands “ I’m so in love with you it’s not even fair, my heart aches whenever I’m away from you. But yet I can’t breathe when you’re near me. My heart skips a beat when you walk Into the room. To say I need you is an understatement. Please be my girlfriend? Please don’t ever leave my side! I need you more than air! “

She starts getting choked up, tears start brimming at her eyes. I gently wipe her tears away from her eyes and pull her towards me resting her forehead against mine as I gently kiss her nose

“Oh Caity girl” I sigh “I have always wanted to be yours!” She starts grinning ear to ear as I peck her nose again.

“I’m yours Caity girl!”

“I am yours, sweet girl!”

I sigh over and over in between kissing her mouth and nose.

And from that moment on I was hers.

(Authors note

Thank you everyone for reading this. Please know this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. I’m not sure if all continue to make fics this was just something that came to me and I ran with it. If something else comes to me then I’ll make another one. That being said if you have any asks I’ll see if I can make something with it. 😁

Love ya!)

[oddussy420]

hello hello ☺️ this is about the actress reader x security guard Miguel bit you wrote:

I’m thinking about how they met, how reader was so kind and open with everyone on the first set, talking to everyone including the security guards. Miguel was surprised since all the other actresses never really paid attention to the staff, but you went out of your way to be kind to everyone.

Eventually you realised you needed more practice and like a good friend, Miguel offered to help. He is terrible at running lines but he cooks dinner every time you go over so you can’t complain. Or maybe you should because the scene you’re playing is so romantic and full of tension you’re not sure if Miguel is even trying to act.

When you tell him about the gala he makes sure he’s working that event (not realising you would have asked him to go with you) so you show him your outfit and he matches you. Perhaps he spends the rest of the gala trying to find you, leaving his post and wandering around. Is his carelessness a security breach, or is it finally his chance to tell you how he really feels?

Sending lots of inspiration your way with absolutely no pressure to do anything with it ☺️

This is so cuteeeee. Thank you for the ask

You affect him with everything you do and you dont even know it. He doesnt know how youre so famous but youre still so human. Every interaction with your fans just shows your kindness and hes one of the few people that sees you behind closed doors and he knows how kind you are.

When he first started working around you his first thought was “oh great. Another spoiled selfish egotistical actress who thinks the world revolves around them” he learned from past jobs to not make eye contact or physical contact with any of the elite. In his mind there are two different worlds the rich and famous and everyone else. He thought you were gonna be like everybody else hes ever worked for.

The first event he worked he was assigned to be your personal security guard. He was in the back of the limo sitting across from you, recalling all of his training when you spoke to him. Not any sort of command or request or rules as to how he should act either. A genuine honest to god question. “So whats your name?” I guess that should just go to show how hes treated in his day to day life that such a simple everyday question would break his persona so quickly.

But a part of him thought that it was a fluke and to think nothing of it so he responds with his name. Then you ask another question than another question then another until you are both having a decent conversation. I mean he cant believe it THE A list y/n l/n known for the worlds most critically acclaimed movies and tv shows is chatting to him.

You constantly remind him to not call you by your first and last name. Even a nickname would be acceptable. He would do anything for you. Big or small. Whether it be carrying your purse or giving you a piggyback ride bc you broke your heel. He is happy to do it. He was even happier when you hired him as your exclusive and sole bodyguard. He was gonna ask you anyway but was afraid youd say no.

Thats all i got for tonight. Lmk if you want anymore parts or even if you enjoyed this one. I love hearing from people!! You guys are never a burden and i will always make time for yall <3 sorry for getting sappy im just emotional and probably pmsing rn anyway byeeee 😘😘

[heartsforvin]

hi! i’m in love with your imagines, how about an imagine about reader pranking vinnie, where she slams vinnie’s car door to see how he will react

PRANKS

thank you for the request ! i hope you like it <3

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; lil bit of angst (vin fr gettin mad, not knowing you’re just being silly), cussing, fluff , lmk if i missed anything

summary; you try to prank vinnie but it doesn’t go as planned

“hey, babe.” you greet vinnie as you get in his car. slamming the door, you lean over to kiss him but he pulls away, making you confused.

“why’d you slam the door?” he asked in a bit of a pissy tone, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

putting the car in drive, vinnie turned his gaze to you and asked, “got everything you need?”

searching through your bag, you look up at him and shake your head when you realized you forgot something.

“shit, i forgot my wallet. i’ll be right back.” you tell your boyfriend, kissing his cheek before opening the door.

you slam it shut again once you get out. vinnie’s grip on he steering wheel tightened, making his knuckles white. he didn’t understand why you were slamming the door.

you came back out of the house with a smile, making vinnie even more confused since you didn’t seem like you were upset at anything, or anyone.

climbing back into the car, you slam the door shut again. you felt kind of bad, knowing how much vinnie loves his car, but you just wanted a reaction out of him.

“got your things?” he asked, his grip on the steering wheel loosening.

you nodded, giving him a sweet smile before buckling your seatbelt.

about ten minutes into the drive you had asked vinnie if he could stop at a gas station. he agreed and made his way to closest one.

once the two of you arrived you grabbed your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt. “thanks, baby. i’ll be right back,” you said as you stepped out of the car. “want anything?” you then asked.

vinnie shook his head. “nah im good, thank you.” he replied.

you smiled and closed the door roughly once again. it was really starting to irritate vinnie but he thought maybe you don’t realize you’re doing it.

surely you meant to do it. he thought. you’ve done it more than once, meaning it wasn’t an accident.

five minutes later you came back with your snacks and climbed back inside the car, with yet another harsh shut to the door.

you were surprised vinnie hadn’t said anything yet, besides the first time it happened when you first got into the car. you wondered if he would bring it up again.

the car ride was silent for a moment before you heard your boyfriend sigh heavily, making you avert your gaze to him.

“what’s up with you?” you ask him, turning down the music a bit so the two of you can talk.

wiping his hand over his face, he sighed again, keeping his eyes on the road. you could see his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel.

he didn’t reply for awhile, confusion spread all across your face. “vin?” you asked, rubbing your thumb against his thigh comfortingly.

stopping at a red light, he finally turns to look at you. “what’s up with me, what’s up with you?’ he asks, his tone harsh.

this isn’t what you wanted to happen, you thought he’d find it at least a little funny, but you guessed wrong.

“nothings up with me, vinnie,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

the light turns green and the two of you continue driving, hearing a huff from vinnie minutes later.

as the night continued nothing was heard from the boy across from you, you tried to talk to him but he’d just ignore you.

finally, you guys arrived to where vinnie had planned to take you. pulling into a parking spot, he shut off the car and turned to face you.

“come on, we’re gonna miss it!” you say, grabbing your things and opening the door.

vinnie had taken you to go watch the sunset, one of your favorite things to do with each other.

you climb out of the car and shut the door the same way you have been this entire time.

vinnie climbs out of the car muttering a string of curse words, wondering why you’re acting the way you are.

grabbing your hand, he threads your fingers together, even if he’s a bit pissed at you, he still wants to feel your touch.

“i forgot my phone from the car, can we go back real quick?” you ask him, vinnie nods.

once you’re at the car you open the door and grab your phone, slamming the door shut after.

“y/n, what the fuck is up with you?” he couldn’t hold in his emotion anymore.

furrowing your eyebrows you ask, “what do you mean? i just needed to grab my phone.”

the blonde huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “you’ve been slamming the damn door all day!” he exclaims, obviously upset.

you mimic his actions, crossing your arms. “i’m sorry, vinnie. i didnt notice.”

vinnie laughs in disbelief. “yeah, okay,” he replies before walking away.

as you watch him walk away you can’t help but feel upset that you got your boyfriend mad. you didn’t mean to, you just wanted some sort of reaction.

“vin, wait,” you shout as you make your way to him. you pull his arm so he can turn around and face you. “do you wanna go?”

“you wanna get back in the car so you can slam the door again and piss me off more?” he asks.

rolling his eyes, vinnie storms off away from you, making you laugh at how childish he’s being.

you let him walk away, seeing just how upset he’d get. you watch him kick some rocks on the ground and what seems to be mumbling something.

after a while, you felt awful about getting your boyfriend so upset. you walk up to him and tug at his arm.

“vinnie,” you say, trying to get his attention, tugging at his jacket a bit. “vin.”

he finally turns around and when he does you can see the bit of anger in him. “what?” he spats at you.

“let me talk to you, please.” you say, trying to calm him down.

you grab vinnie’s hand and the two of you walk to a picnic table that’s cleared of any people. sitting down, you grab his hands from across the table and rub your thumbs over his knuckles.

“i’m sorry for upsetting you, baby. i just thought it’d be a funny prank and to see what kind of reaction out of you.” you explain.

vinnie smiles, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them. “well you got one,” he laughs, making you laugh with him. “but i’m sorry for yelling at you.”

you stand up, walking around the table and grabbing his hands in yours. you pull him up and off the table, lacing his fingers in yours.

“can we stargaze?” you ask, noticing the sun was now gone and the stars were out.

vinnie nods his head, wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you closer to him. “come on, pretty, we’re gonna miss it.” he says, repeating your words from earlier.

making it to the top of the hill, you two sit on the grass, your head resting on vinnie’s shoulder as his arm is wrapped around you, keeping you close.

vinnie kisses your head, making you smile. you look up at him and kiss him softly. “i’m sorry, vin.”

he looks puzzled. “for what?” he asks.

you sigh, turning your body to properly face him. “i’m sorry for slamming your car door, i’m sorry for getting you so riled up and mad at me.” you explain.

vinnie shakes his head. “it’s okay, princess. i shouldn’t have gotten so upset with you,” he says, holding your hands in his. “i love you.”

you smile, kissing him passionately, a huge grin spread across both your faces when you pull away.

“i love you too, vin.”

hiii i hope you liked this !!! ofc i had to end it w a happy ending cus that’s just me 🤗

but i hope you enjoyed it !! i loved writing it !!!

TAGS: @slvthrs @forevergirlposts @leqonsluv3r @bernelflo !!

[luffyvace]

Chrollo Lulcifer x outgoing reader

no gender specified here so i guess you can count it as gn. btw this is separate from my phantom troupe hcs i’m planning on grouping those :)

(for the record I will still do the rest of the poll results just wanted to post some hxh content as I haven’t in a while <3)

enjoy<3

seeing as though your outgoing if you didn’t meet from the troupe you probably came up to him first

but for these headcanons im gonna go with a reader who’s in the troupe

and childhood friends troupe too :)

ngl your special

your just as important to him as pakunoda

and canonly she was dear to him

so when you came up to him all excited about those tapes they were doing

something sparked in him and he wanted to be your friend instantly

back then you had to be careful who you trust

so he didn’t rush in and become best friends with you overnight

but he definitely enjoyed the time he spent with you

you even got a few episodes in the tapes!!

that was the happiest moment of your childhood

back to present 😋

Chrollo doesn’t mind your need to be active and in fact it’s motivating to him to be as well

he takes you out to as many events and outings as you want

although i’ll say he’s more reserved so your doing the talking and he’s doing the nodding and smiling

he doesn’t mind when you have plans with your friends but just make sure to make time for him

it’ll make him feel lonely if your out having fun and he’s just sitting around with the realization that he has no friends

that’s not in the troupe anyway

its like despite being in the troupe you’d still manage to find a somewhat normal life

he kind of envies that

to be able to still have a sort of morals and such

and not be alienated, y’know?

having a sense of self, in a way.

he does suggest more indoor or private dates and activities

and as much as you love him you just would prefer going out and doing something fun

so he finds loop wholes :)

mounting climbing! your still out and about but your alone!

and since your in the troupe he doesn’t worry about falling much

seeing as though you can handle your own

still keeps and eye out for you though

especially if your not the strongest physically

you also put forth effort for more one on one dates

like watching movies in the bed

its perfect for when your sleepy especially

like you have a whole routine of fun yet tiring mini adventures

and then you get to come back and cuddle with your lover 💗

isn’t that sweet?!

your probably a physically affectionate person

you can give him as much affection in private as you want

with just you two, you can kiss on the cheek, lips, forehead, hands, neck, hug him, cuddle, whatever!

in public it’s more so just occasional cheek kisses, holding onto his arm and holding hands

sometimes you turn things into a game or your just really playful

splashing in the supposed to be a romantic bath

hoping on his back and making him give you a piggyback ride on what was supposed to be a romantic walk

he loves you though, so he never says anything about it

it doesn’t really irk him like that anyway

its another one of those

‘it’s you, so it’s endearing’ moments

buys you all kinds of gifts

typical for chrollo headcanons but i just had to mention it

oh did i say buy?

i meant steal

its not like you don’t know or anything

especially since your in the troupe yourself

i will say pda is hands off in front of the troupe

hes the boss, and your boss, and needs to keep up a reputation

he’s cried in front of the troupe before in that one scene

so it’s not really him being afraid to be vulnerable

it’s just that this is business

he needs to focus

not kisses and cuddles right now. okay honey?

he talks over the troupe’s next moves with you before telling the other members

even more so if your highly intelligent or good at planning

alr im gonna end it here<3

it’s a little bit short but i think it’s a decent length🧍‍♀️. anyway i’m gonna work on some more drafts now cyaa! hope you enjoyed💓

[eundiarys]

CHAPTER 004. nice tall guy

⊹ pairing — choi yeonjun x fem! reader.

⊹ warnings — mature language (cursing), mentions of food

⊹ extended summary — not being to get over your highschool ex even after he broke your heart is horrible. it’s understandable though, especially since he was your first everything. but yn has decided that it’s time to get out of her shell and date again! lucky for her, there’s a perfect candidate for that as her company’s president son is head heels for her. but what if it doesn’t work? what if she still longs for the way he loved her? and what happens if he feels the same?

⊹ genre — fluff, angst, crack, socmed, non idol! au, academic rivals, enemies to lovers, highschool au (flashback), opposites attract, second chance romance, exes to lovers, etc.

“bitch, you better be joking…”

“what now, beomgyu?” chaewon groaned.

“yn invited us to come over and she has 0 stock of food.” wonyoung replies, taking another bite of her strawberry shortcake.

“oh god, here comes brother beomgyu”

“YN! i told you over and over again to always eat properly and always make sure you have enough food! i told you this atleast 50 times?”

“50 times too much.. i am going to go buy groceries right now” you replied, tying your hair up into a ponytail.

“ugh. i’ll go with you”

“thank you personal uber driver”

the whole ride to the store, you and beomgyu discussed of what you needed. you were planning to just buy some snacks for tonight to not waste his or your money.

but knowing beomgyu, he wouldn’t allow that. he would probably stock up your whole fridge.

after you arrived, you quickly left beomgyu to lock the cars and sprinted to the snacks aisle.

you saw chips that everyone in the group liked so you decide to buy it. but the problem is you can’t reach it. and you’re also too lazy yo go find beomgyu.

you tried your best to aim for it, tip toeing and jumping (which made eventually made you lose your breath).

sighing, you decide to just go find beomgyu.

that is until a tall guy arrived. impeccable timing!

you walked up to him. “excuse me? can you give me a hand?”

he looked at you, and you saw his eyes widened a bit. but he was wearing a mask so you couldn’t see his face. maybe he was just a bit surprised.

“oh um, sure. what do you need?”

“i want those chips right there but i can’t seem to reach it, i was gonna give up — but then you came into the aisle! so will you please please help me with it?

“oh uh… yeah”

he easily picked it up from the aisle and gave it to you. he quickly left the store after— making it impossible for you to thank him. maybe he was a celebrity?

you met up with beomgyu, then went to the cashier to pay. the worked was a girl with bright blonde hair.. she was gorgeous.

“here are your stuff! thank you for shopping with us!”

“yup, thank you”

you walked out with the goods, a smile plastered on your face.

“someone’s happy”

“of course~ thank you for paying beom~” you responded happily

“yeah yeah your welcome”

“oh and gyu?”

“uh-huh?”

“a really nice guy helped me with getting chips just now! im really happy he helped”

“you think everyone’s nice y/n”

“and what’s wrong with that? everyone should be given a chance don’t you think?”

“sure yn, but you know sometimes.. you gotta expect the unexpected.”

“whateverrr lets go home”

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jules notes 📝 short chapter but next chapter is the date!!!!!!!! 🤓 btw guess who the tall guy is (level : super hard)

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[helloliriels]

It's WIP Wednesday!

Liri, Liri, oh so cheery

How does your WIP garden grow?

🥰 Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, STELLA!!! I'm currently reviving several WiPs (and super excited about them!!!) THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! (and now i feel like i have some accountability):

Six Impossible Things - John finds a list hidden in a book ...

(I Thought I Knew) The Shape of You - tentacles happen

Antagonish - a non-TEH compliant return fic 1st ch already up

The Shape of Us - another 1st ch up fic that i am continuing

FTH fic for thegildedbee (making progress!!!) - it has morphed again (a collage was an excellent way to put it!!!) and I have a good feeling about it this time! It will be something brand NEW!

Christmas in Honeycutt - thinking thinky thoughts ... and may get a few scenes written soon! Found my way forward!

Sleepless in London - may start to jump around writing scenes and see what happens *crosses fingers* definitely have a way fwd!

Paint Me Like I'm Yours - John is taking an art class. Sherlock volunteers to model. Explicit. (yes, im finally going to finish it and POST dammit!) 😎

Spin the Bottle - explicit jumper chapter insert I teased (2 yrs ago???) and wrote three or four times, but never shared (only im taking the jumper authorship back). and going to move it to my psued. see how this works ... 🤞(oh god)*takes deep breath*🤞

We'll see what happens!!!!

And then a few new prompts jumped into my mind:

Sherlock Moves the Furniture - (jeezus) ... this one is happening! (apparently)

An Annual Engagement (TBD) - Sherlock visits the office every year, to fill out papers and other formalities. This year he runs into someone interesting, and wonders if he has to wait a year to see them again?

Prompts I'd love to read but not gonna write, have at!

Invitation Only - Unilock. John gate crashes a party at a posh house and spends the evening hiding with another gatecrasher (or so he thinks). Turns out to be the guest of honor. Embarrassment and misunderstanding ensues. Sherlock crashes John's next party in return to try to win him over.

Twisters AU - John is a YouTube star and local storm wrangler with a New York journalist riding along for the storm season, when a gorgeous outsider shows up from London (?) making waves in the rival teams camp. Who is this guy? and how the hell is he always one step ahead of John's team? (I wonder if we can beg @discordantwords for this one instead??? haha.) (kidding not kidding) i would eat this up for breakfast.

Something Missing - Sherlock has a habit. Stealing. He only steals what he needs. And has rules. So many rules. About the houses he steals from. About the frequency of theft. An egg or two here. A cup of milk there. A scoop of laundry detergent. Never enough to get caught. When he frequents a couples house (Watson's) and figures out the wife is not what the husband thinks ... he begins to wonder about his rule of not interfering in his hosts lives ... ?

I guess that's enough to be going on. There are a few more, but I'm unburying myself from the loudest first. THANK you STELLA for asking!!!!! (god that was a long answer) bahaha! - xoxo Liri

[littleoblivions]

guess i’m gonna find another ride! guess i’ll see you in another life! guess im gonna tell one more lie! OKAY THIS NEXT CHORUS WE’RE GONNA DO IT A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT, BUT I THINK YOU’RE GONNA KNOW THE SONG! ARE YOU READY? YOU GOT THAT JAMES DEAN DAYDREAM LOOK IN YOUR EYE! AND I GOT THAT RED LIP CLASSIC THING THAT YOU LIKE! AND WHEN WE GO CRASHING DOWN WE COME BACK EVERY TIME! ‘CAUSE WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE! WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE!!!!!

[wikiangela]

the boys 4x03 thoughts

so the Seven are just the four now lmao or I guess the six now but we'll see how long those two will last 🤣

Butcher working with JDM! 😍😍

firecracker needs to stfu 🙄

I love Sage's attitude and her dynamic with homelander, it's just so interesting

frenchie won't tell colin now is he 😫 that'd be too quick and and too easy, i bet this is eating at him like the guilt for mallory's grandkids smh wtf frenchie 😫

now firecracker's braindead followers are walking into starlight house jfc 😭

Frenchie likes colin sooo much and its clearly tearing him apart and its so sad 😭😭

oooh Victoria's gonna figure out Singer knows so quickly 🤣 and he wants to ban supes from every position but entertainment? lets see how homelander and vought likes that lol

btw Claudia Doumit is soooo gorgeous 😍😍😍

"I'm going to kill them all" she signed with the most adorable smile ever 🤣🤣🤣 she's the cutest, even when she's murderous lol

kimiko and frenchie are really the definition of ride or dies 💪❤️

flip A-Train? I like the idea but also he might flip back within a second so that's risky lol

Butcher contacting ryan through video games lol love it - also wow that game is violent

what does Noir's replacement not get about 'don't talk' jfc dude, watch anything with real Noir in it (they have plenty of movies) and study his behavior and do.not.talk. where did ashley find this guy jfc 🤣🤣

lmao Ashley got demoted from CEO to mascot, how sad 🤣

Butcher baked cookies and bought all those games aww - even if he dosed those cookies whatever lol

if anyone can concknve A-Train its MM fr, and if he does, i love it and cant wait to see where it goes - I just hope it actually sticks this time lol

high frenchie started so funny and now it's just so sad 😭😭

oooh who's the girl?? was she another one of the kids like kimiko??

"I wouldn't want me either" nooo why am i crying jfc, this poor kid 😭 homelander just showed up and screwed up his whole life 😭

Ryan just wants to be with Butcher but he thought what he said was genuine 😭😭😭

that conversation between Ryan and billy was sooo good 😭

Ashley, if you wanna live, better fucking run 😳

oh god the vought on ice shit is so cringe lol

I miss Maeve 😭

is Victoria really gonna team up with homelander 😬 i hope not but also it could be interesting 👀

omg i knew they wouldn't just kill hughie but got scared anyway lol

oh my god this turned into a massacre lol homelander was really determined to kill 😳

A-Train came through!!! if he's fr on our side, im so here for it!! 🤩

Kimiko is so worried 😭

okay, I feel bad for hughie's mom 🥺

JDM has just the best voice 🥵

Sage and Deep?? ummm... 🤢 that was weird. what's the thing on the table??

Homelander is loooosing it 😳 so scared for Ryan, if he really snapped, he'd kill him fr

go home??? Im soooo invested omg

[keyboardwhisperer]

Hi, Im going to like, put my writing out there now, just cause.

It's a story set in 1870 missouri about a sheriff who gets pressured into marriage by his family. Out of desperation, he took a mail-order bride for his wife.

So like, here goes chapter one I guess.

Desperate.

“From the very start, the idea of marrying a nice girl and raisin’ kids was something that i always thought I had to do. Having a family of my own, marrying a nice woman who would have my children, is somethin’ I can’t seem to ever let go. Because my mother would never let me. All I ever hear from ma and pa were questions about when I was going to get married, or if I was seeing a nice young lady right now. Every time she starts talking, it just has to end with wether or not she’s ever gonna be getting grandkids. Reckon that’s just darn more important than how I’m doing, since she never asks anymore.”

“It ain’t easy being sheriff of a town the size of Oakridge. But it gave me a whole lot of reasons to wake up every day and damn it, I’ve worked my ass off to get here since I was old enough to buy my own liquor. But as long as I’m an unwed man, my folks will never let me live it down. Phone call after phone call during working hours and driving up to business dinners just to introduce some woman to me in front of my colleagues. Honest to god, I thought I’d never do something like find a mail-order bride. But last Friday was the straw that broke the camel’s back, though if anything it should’ve been broken far before that.”

It all unraveled so quickly that he would have never seen it coming. But how could he have known that? After all, the day began in good spirits.

He was “headin’ on out” first thing in the morning. Grabbing his vest, taking his keys. He got dressed, then took off before he even went in the kitchen. Got on his horse, and rode into Oakridge. It was a beautiful morning in that part of Missouri, he thought. With wind in his hair, and sunkissed skin, it was building up to a great day. And for Devlin Mayfair, It really seemed that way.

You will meet all sorts of townsfolk in Oakridge. But you’ll never see someone complaining about dusty air or crowded streets. When Devlin made it into the inner part of town, there were tall oaks casting shade on the streets. Every morning, Devlin would smell the faint scent of oakwood caught in the soft morning breeze. Except when of course, he would pass by the bakery.

The townsfolk in Oakridge don't mind an early morning, they even run their early errands with big friendly smiles and cheery hellos. As he was riding to his office, Devlin said good morning more times than he could count on two hands. Once, to a local rancher who he once helped with business. Then to the town grocer who thanked him for last week’s delivery. Then again to father Wyatt who blessed him for oranizing the church their monthly charitable event. Sometimes the young women in Oakridge would throw their hellos at him, calling him by name with the sweetest southern drawl. But all he would give them back, was a little smile and a polite hand gesture.

It’s out in the plains, but it’s not far from the big city of st. Louis, where politics and discourse find ways into life. Still, small countryside towns are not that free from campaigns. Just as Devlin was nearing his office, there was one thing that wouldn’t bring him much joy. Myron Mayfair, running for mayor. Inked onto a giant message on the town bulletin board. If the words “Mayfair” and “mayor” meant anything to Devlin, it was enough to slow his horse down. A deep breath was drawn into a sigh, because Devlin knew he would soon have to play the perfect son for yet another mayoral campaign.

Everyone in Oakridge knew where to go to get Devlin during the day. It was a tall building in the busy part of town. It’s the only building painted ocean blue, with white wooden trims. Everyone would visit now and then, bringing in with them something. If that something wasn't in a basket with pretty ribbons, it would be something someone needed help with. And as much as he appreciates the gifts from the townsfolks, he would be more than a lot happier if they had a job for him to do instead.

One person who did not enjoy seeing people walk in with gifts for Devlin was Dawn Denson. She was already screening his calls, making his appointments, clearing his schedules, and hanging up on his mother for him. The one thing she could live without was having her desk space taken by giant baskets every day. It was cluttered the day Devlin hired her. It was cluttered the day her father’s illness had gotten worse. It was cluttered the day she came back from his funeral, and it is still cluttered today.

“Mornin’.” Dawn’s clear voice was heard first thing , “you have a basket of cheese from mr. Coltons and with it, half my desk.”

“Fine.” He slightly shrugged, “We’ll get you a new desk. An even bigger one.” Says Devlin, just before he saw Dawn raising her eyebrows.

“That’s real nice of you,” her expression was deadpan, “but I've been asking every day for a whole year now. I get to pick my own, right?”

“Fair.” He nodded, “You got yourself thirty bucks, pick something nice.”

“Thirty bucks? Throw in a hundred.” Dawn slapped her nail file down to her desk, her expression was not impressed.

“I could, but there ain’t a single soul in oakridge who’d ask that much for a desk.” Devlin scoffed

“Of course not.” She chuckled sardonically, “But there is this carpenter in st. Louis. And you’ll bring me there, of course.” She smiled smugly.

He was more than happy to make his secretary enjoy her working hours. But he knows he can’t get out of riding to st. Louis this time. He did owe her something very big, very recently.

When Devlin walked through his office door, he was greeted by his chief deputy, Sam. Every time Devlin would come into work in the morning, Sam would be at his desk with a bright smile. Every morning after he wakes up, Sam would skip breakfast and head straight to work. There, he would ask Dawn if he could take over some of Devlin’s paperwork. Then he would insist on getting lunch for Devlin. Whenever Devlin has duties outside the office, Sam would be the first out the door running to get the horses. Devlin appreciates Sam and his efforts, but there is one thing that hasn’t occurred to Devlin that already has to everyone else. That Sam Mcdermott was the best right hand man.

This Friday in particular was not a busy one. With the townsfolk having run out of problems for Devlin to help with, the phone has not been ringing since yesterday. With no one to hang up on, Dawn invited herself to sit on the corner of Devlin’s desk after she finished responding to all of his letters. With all the paperwork done, Sam found himself rearranging his desk for the second time. With nowhere to be, and no one who needs him, devlin made himself an early liquid lunch.

There is a small window by Devlin’s desk, one which he would sometimes find himself blankly gazing at. When he looks through this window, he would unknowingly let go of his shoulders. His breath would become sighs. His head would slowly fall to the headrest of his chair, while his mind belonged to something beyond the window. There is this look on his face, it’s a look only Devlin had seen in the mirror on bleak mornings. You could see a slight tension between his brows, you could see his lips stuck between a sigh and a frown, and you could see his drowsy gaze under heavy eyelids. Though he didn’t know it, he would have this same look every time his attention was caught by something behind the bright light. And that thing he sometimes pours himself, never seems to help.

It was unknown to himself what it was he stared at. Because everytime he looked, he saw something different. Sometimes Devlin would see his grandfather’s funeral, where he said goodbye to someone who never demanded him of anything more. Sometimes he would see the sunday dinners where he sat at the same table with his parents, but it felt like they sat miles apart from him. Sometimes, he would see himself coming home in the evening after day’s end. To an empty house, going to bed knowing that there is no one who needs hos help until tomorrow. Devlin was to busy looking that he never put it into words, but as simple as words could tell you, he was always alone in the past he so often revisits.

Devlin tried to think of a time in his life when he was content just being Devlin, and not sheriff Mayfair. He would do this with the only friend who searched with him, which was the taste of bourbon.

While Sam was out with multiple lunch orders, something loud would slap Devlin back to the present. Ring-ring. The sound blared out, the room completely filling with it. So Dawn did what she did best, and screened this call. She then turned to Devlin and gave him something to really frown about, as she looked him in the eyes and told him who called.

It was a few good seconds when Devlin exchanged glances with Dawn. And though his eyes told her to hang up, she couldn’t, because she already told the caller that Devlin was right there in the office. After a few more seconds of saying nothing, the voice from the phone broke the silence, calling out Devlin’s name.

“Sweetheart!” The perky voice from the phone exclaimed, “I haven’t heard from you at all since yesterday mornin’!” She said, so eagerly excited, yet also so fed up.

“Anything, ma?” Devlin blew a little air from his nose.

“Why, of course there is!” She couldn’t help but squeal, “Now why don’t you tell me all about that nice young lady your aunt Maryl and I went through the trouble of settin’ you up with?”

“She was alright.” Devlin held in a sigh, waiting for what he knew she has to say.

“Alright? Just, alright?” Her tone was confused, but she knew exactly what he meant. “Devlin, sugar, that’s what you always tell me about every one of these ladies and I sure as heavens don’t see you go after any of ‘em. You are turnin’ thirty-six this August. Now I know that there ain’t a ‘right’ time for these things, but people here get married in their twenties. You can’t act like this forever, Devlin.” Her tone became heavier with pleas by each sentence.

“And why not?” His pace matched her tone, “Why shouldn’t I just see how my life goes, huh? I’m just too darn busy to start a family with everything goin’ on right now. Everyone in Oakridge depends on the sheriff, and I have made a life out of helping out the townsfolk. So why don’t you give me a good enough reason to just drop all of that?”

“Good enough reason?” She huffed, “Because you’re Devlin Mayfair. Because you are the mayor’s son. Because havin’ an unwed son is not a good look for your father. It is not a good look for the mayoral campaign, and it is sure as hell not a good look for me or the rest of your family. For heaven’s sakes why can’t you ever be something.”

He replied by returning the phone to its switchhook. His brows pushed into each other. His lips barely hid gritting teeth. He sat down at his desk, his hands rubbing his temples, finishing off what he poured himself earlier.

Hearing his mother say all of that, his shoulders slumped. Because Devlin would be reminded of all the times that he had to be something. He was reminded of how he had to force himself to stop crying, because his father wouldn’t give him the attention if he didn’t. He was reminded of how much time he spent trying to get on a horse and ride it, so that he can win a race for one of many mayoral campaigns. But at the same time, he was reminded of summers he spent at his grandparents’ homestead. The only place where he could stumble and fall as many times as he could, and still feel loved once he was done picking himself back up. He slumped his shoulders, because he was reminded that no such place exists for him anymore.

Dawn who was standing under the doorframe with crossed arms didn’t know the right thing to say. She would try to cheer him up, but she wasn’t well versed in words of comfort. So she did it in a way she only knew how, and insisted he go grab a couple of drinks with her until closing hour.

When the harsh sun shied away, and birds flock back to their nests loud with chatter, the people were also prepared to leave work where work is. Even at day’s end, when the tired people head for home, they still have it in themselves to cheerily part ways. When he headed out from his office, the townspeople would always save Devlin a friendly goodbye. To which he always waved back with half a smile.

If it were any other day, he would be at home having a basket of cheese for dinner by himself in a dim gas lit room. It was like that for him every dusk, so how would he know what to do in a place where glasses are constantly slammed down on tables and the sound of cheers uproared every time the singer finishes her song. The place reeked of cologne and drunken slurring, and it wasn’t even eight then. The sounds of clinking tableware and shooting pool stayed in the background while Devlin slowly traced his fingertip around the rim of his own glass. He was just sitting there, shoulders lowered, both elbows resting on the bar island, talking with Dawn.

“You know,” She put down her drink, “it’s the boss who takes the secretary out.”

“I’m already buying you a desk.” He chuckled, for a moment.

“Still upset about what she said?” Dawn tilted her head, “Sorry, I’ll hang up next time. You wanna talk about it?”

“Nothing new you haven’t heard. But thanks.” He slightly raised his glass.

“Well, I’m gonna sing a couple of songs here.” Dawn got off her stool and tipped the barkeeper, “Take good care of him, he’s a good friend.” She patted Devlin on the back before she made her way to the piano.

When Dawn went up to sing, everyone in the bar went silent. While Dawn was hitting all the high notes, the barkeeper poured Devlin another drink.

“On the house.” The barkeeper slid him a glass. “Anything on your mind?” The barkeeper made eye contact, polishing a glass to keep busy.

“Lots.” Devlin took the drink in his hands. “Don’t even know where to begin.”

“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” The barkeeper kindly offered. His face had a smile that wasn’t big, but not dry.

Devlin sat there, thanking the barkeeper for the offer. Taking one sip from the freshly poured scotch, he savored the woody taste on his tongue. Smooth, he thought to himself. So he took another sip, and as he took more sips, the sips themselves became gulps. Before long, he was ready to start at the beginning.

“Chin up.” The barkeeper chuckled in response to Devlin’s story, “Your troubles ain’t half as bad as this one guy from my past. House was miles away from town, lived far from family and never really had people in his life.”

“What happened to him?” Devlin looked at the bartender.

“Well eventually he was sick of hearin’ the silence. So he got himself a mail order bride. Just woke up one day and decided to look through the bride advertisements.” The barkeeper shrugged.

“Why?” Devlin looked up from his drink. “What in tarnation would possess a man to do that?”

“Desperation.” The barkeeper paused a bit. “Well, he's lonely. But he’s more desperate to stop the loneliness. You’d be surprised to know what desperation is, sheriff. That thing you have with your folks, i get’cha. But i think you’re not even close to desperate, and go thank god you’re not. I reckon you ought to worry less.”

“Cheers, I guess.” Devlin smiled. “So how’d the whole thing work out for this fella anyhow?”

“Don’t know.” The barkeeper shook his head, “I don’t know if the guy did better or worse. But at least he can say he has a wife now.”

After Dawn ended the evening on a high note, Devlin went over to say good night. The streets of Oakridge at this time of night are dimly lit with street lamps, and Devlin still had to make his way back to the old homestead on horseback.

As he made his way out of town, his eyes were laid blankly on the moonlit road, while his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t bring himself to forget what the barkeeper said. Playing the exact words in his head all over again, he was one loop away from having a broken record for a brain. Do I know desperation? He asked himself.

The answer wouldn’t matter too much. Because he would get to know it soon enough.

He never really came home at this late hour. It was the same place he always came back to, but he didn't see the fence he bumped into near the stable, or the stair step he stumbled on while getting to the door.

Standing on his front porch, the first thing he did was pat himself down at every pocket on his vest and the ones on his pants. Pull out the keys, and open the door. But Devlin found himself frozen when he tried turning his keys both ways.

Because it was already unlocked.

He pressed his eyes to his front door and looked through the stained glass glazing, and saw a dim light coming from one side of the house. He reached for the doorknob with one hand, and another steadily reached for his holster. Though his breath was slightly shaking, he pushed the door wide open. His eyes moved in sweeping motions across the empty house, pacing his way with caution towards the light which came from the dining room.

He backed to a corner for a moment to regain his breath. It was late, it was dark and it was nowhere near town. Devlin had a tight grip on his gun. His shoulder was side by side to a wall, the gun held firmly to his chest. His aim was perfect, he never had any reason to be afraid of getting out aimed. It did occur to him that he might not be so lucky tonight, but he wasn’t desperate to live.

Throwing caution to the wind, he rushed in gun first. It was locked and loaded, tightly gripped, and aimed for the head. But it all dropped when he fully rendered the other person in the room.

The person sitting at the dinner table was just his father, Myron Mayfair, to which his relief quickly spoiled into displeasure. Myron did not flinch one bit. He simply made eye contact with Devlin.

“It’s nine.” Myron slid up his sleeve to check his watch. “Sit down.”

“Why are you here?” Devlin put away his gun. “Why didn’t you call first?”

“In four weeks,” Myron clasped his fingers, “there’s goin’ to be a huge campaign dinner down there at the town square. Whole town’s invited. Word ain’t out yet, but figured you should be one of the first to know. Reckon’ you could use the extra time.”

“To do what?” Devlin couldn’t help but sigh ahead.

“To find yourself a fiancé.” Myron pulled away from the table. “You have four weeks. Bring someone nice, it’s non negotiable. Your mother tried it the nice way, but we both know how you ended that call.”

“It is negotiable, and I’m saying no.” Devlin crossed his arms.

“You wouldn’t want to say that.” Myron stood up with a grunt in his voice. “You couldn’t stand to lose the old homestead. I don’t think you’d want to hear what I might do to it. I could sell it, but it never had property value. Or better yet, I could give it to your brother. At least it’ll stay in the family, you just don’t get to have it.” He snickered.

“You can’t do that.” Devlin slammed the table, his voice raised loud. “My grandfather promised it to me!”

“You don’t get to have a say.” Myron broadened his shoulders, his voice raised in tandem. “He died when you were fifteen. The property was given to me, as it should be! All you did was spend a few lousy summers here and he promised the homestead to you while I worked my life away to make something of myself!”

“Well I am too!” Devlin clenched his fist and slammed the wall next to him. “I spent my life helpin’ the townspeople. I spent my life organizing church events, stoppin’ disputes, and every other little thing that goes on around Oakridge. If somethin’ happens, I am there. If someone needs help, I am there. I made something of myself, helpin’ out the townsfolk. All you do is throw in a charity every now and then, and you think you made something of a mayor.”

“You ain’t nothin’.” Myron clashed horns with his son. “If you think that’s enough to be somethin’ then you’re wrong. If you think what you do is enough, then you can think again. You never had it in you to be anythin’ great, cause you were always happy with what you got, you never had it in you to reach for more. I raised you better than this, I raised a winner, not someone who can live with a consolation prize! So until you find that fiancé. You. Ain’t. Nothin’.”

Standing toe to toe, neither of them said anything. Myron was standing so perfectly still, while Devlin had both hands clenched grippingly tight. The silence was more than deafening, even with Devlin who breathed loudly with rancor.

“I wouldn’t want you to lose the homestead, Dev.” Myron walked past the living room to the front door, his voice now perfectly still. “You have four weeks. Bring someone with a ring on her finger, and I’ll give the whole homestead to you and the missus after the wedding. You know what’s at stake, it’s non negotiable.”

And for one more moment, Devlin stood in silence with nothing more he could say to change the cards he was dealt with. And he would stand there long after his father shut the door on the way out, doing all he could not to punch at the wall and scream in frustration. Backed into the one corner where he was helpless to choose of his own volition, he suddenly knew desperation very well.

Where would he get a wife? Devlin wondered. He has little spare time, and a demanding career. He certainly couldn’t keep a woman happy if he gets called to work every other hour, not that he wants a woman in his life right now. He sat down with sighs at the empty dinner table. In his eleventh hour, when he was more than desperate to keep the homestead, he thought about the barkeeper’s story. The one about desperation. He wasn’t lonely, so it’s not like he was in the market for a mail-order bride. He knows it would be incredibly selfish to take a woman for his bride and not love her like a husband should. But desperation is a dangerous being, and Devlin was desperate indeed.

Note: omg idrk what went through my mimd when I wrote this. But hopefully, if someone were to read it, I hope at least they found something entertaining.

[amelylinaa]

went hiking ;]

i took myself and my little sister hiking recently, wanted to share some of the photos i guess

now it'll be more of my thoughts and feelings and other stuff that's probaly not important for you, if you're here for the cc - new infant stuff is being made, so stay tuned!

so I really feel like I've matured a lot, it's been one hell of a ride if you ask me about this year. Frankly speaking i've lost any meaning in my life, like at all, i didn't know what was I doing, who I was, where was I being and thoughts of future seemed so irrational, because there wasn't even any point of living till that time. I just couldn't see future for myself. In january I got diagnosed with CPTSD and things kind of started making sense in terms of my behavior, coping mechanisms, escapism etc. I've started reading reddit posts of people telling their stories of how they've coped with this diagnosis. I guess i never really fully moved on from it, so it mostly still taunts me when i suddenly remember that ah yes, i'm actually forever mentally ill, nice. But I just started to move on you know? obviously not without any help, first of all I started taking antidepressants, then my close ones were there in my toughest times, because the hardest and at the same time most familiar feeling is feeling lonely, like you'll never have someone who understands you, like you have so many relatives and people around your life, but at the same time you're so alone in your head and feelings to the point it suffocates you so much, that crying isn't even possible any longer.

What struck me the most when antidepressants started working (sadly only after 5 months from the moment they were prescribed) is that I never in my entire life felt so... alive??? I really can't remember the last time I've actually felt so balanced, I started having thoughts again (it was so shocking for me that in the beginning i actually had some big issues with sleeping, cause my mind just didn't know how to go to sleep when you're actually able to think), i got all those feelings of love back, that i never knew i was robbed of. Like i would look at my cat and actually start crying just from how much i loved her (now im just extremely happy seeing her hehe), I would look at my absolutely normal patreon/tumblr profile and get so emotional looking at how many lovely people like what i do and support me.

But this leads to another very sad thought that haunts me sometimes, that actually the way I was living all this time wasn't normal, it wasn't my quirk or character type or some other shit I would hear when talked about the way I was feeling (or rather feeling nothing). Like all this time I was always blaming myself. This really made me cry at first. Actually lots of things made me cry when I started my healing journey (now I just don't cry, it's an antidepressant thing).

Only after antidepressants started working all the other "normal" things started helping me cope with anxiety and feeling of loss and sadness like "oh just go for a walk", "start exercising", "journal", "drink more water and eat healthy". You now the shit people that never experienced depression tell you and it's not their fault they don't understand. Honestly it's actually insanely lucky for them, that they don't understand.

So writing all of the above I wanted to say that please, don't be hard on yourself, it's not your fault that you're that way, but unfortunately it's only you who can actually trully help yourself. Even if it seems like there's no point in doing anything and life seems meaningless, remember that there still can be things worth living for, even the smallest ones like who's gonna pet all the doggies and kitties??? or who will download all the most prettiest loveliest most perfectly done clothes by the best creator (me) on patreon/tumblr ever????hehehe. Life is unfortunately meaningless, if you don't give any meaning to it, and it's not your fault that you can't find it, just give yourself time.

I'm absolutely not even remotely close to healing (and honestly I don't even know if it's really possible with CPTSD), but I'm definitely feeling better. Actually I'm feeling kind of down right now, but that's ok!! Because well I'm sure sad for a reason and I'm just trying my best to embrace it and fully feel sad I guess, so I can move on and feel peaceful again, until a new emotion comes and I'll try to feel it again, because that's what apparently humans do as I've learned after taking antidepressants.

Hey, you've read all the way to here, woah, you know that I'm proud of you? And not just beacuse you've read my stupid thoughts, but just because you're here with us, you're very strong and I'm very proud of you.

stay safe, love you all to the moon and back, 

your silly girl, Ame <3

[raquelles-multivitamin-gummies]

tw vent + violent/suicidal/sh thoughts

i might actually fucking end it. guess who’s fat ass sat on their favorite goddamn hair clip? i literally don’t know how to exist without it. i don’t know what im going to do. mum said she’ll try to find another one tmr but we all know that’s bullshit. i fucked up. i fucked up so bad.

like there’s no fixing this shit. she wouldn’t let me try to superglue it. holy shit. oh my god. she said i could keep the fish but the fish won’t be able to catch a ride if they’re not on my clip. what am i gonna do. oh my god. i’m not gonna make it. like i’m genuinely not going to make it. fuck. it’s a wet anger too not a dry anger. like i want to sob. i want to rip my goddamn guts out and hang them on my door handle. fuck fuck fuck. i didn’t even name them. i can’t even call the two babies by a name. they’re just the fish clip to me. oh my god. i’m gonna go insane. like i need to pay for this somehow. i need to be punished for this. i fucked up so bad. i felt it crunch. i mean how could i do that?? it was so easy to crush under my weight. i need to pay. like this should absolutely fucking not go without some form of punishment. i’m so fucked. how could i do this to them?? fuck fuck holy shit i’m gonna lose it like oh god. my babies.