#my brain going “where's part 2” 🤣

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Lines from RWRB that made me laugh out loud/inadvertently snort tea up my nose

Chapter 15

He tries not to think too hard about his face on chocolate bars and thongs

“Delicate hetero sensibilities”

“Backyard-shooting-range motherfuckers”

“I majored in nouns”

Leo, who is somehow crying more

The whole accidentally-falling-in-love-with-your-sworn-enemy-at-the-absolute-worst-possible-time thing

@estrellami-1

[gay-dorito-dust]

hellooo, your writing is amazing so far i love it 🫶🏼

Could you do one for Hobie x fem reader, where the reader is friends with SpiderPunk AND Hobie. But she doesn’t know they’re the same person. And one day lovergirl rants about her fat ah crush on Hobie to him??

First off, thank you for enjoining my writing, I try my best with what working brain cells I have left 🤣

Ooh I love this idea very much! But I might make it a two parter cuz I defiantly went off request…oops…

Part 2

You were just minding your business, chilling on the roof top of an abandoned apartment complex, mind a million miles elsewhere on a certain somebody when a flash of red and blue caught your eye and before you knew it; you company of one had became a company of two.

‘Heya Spidey, how are things?’ You greeted.

He shrugs, ‘the usual but what about you lil missis,’ he playfully nudges you, ‘head so far off into the clouds I’m actually feeling a little neglected over here.’ You laughed, shoving him away by his arm. ‘Oh come off it, will you? I just been thinking about this guy I’ve liked for a while now.’ You admitted and Hobie’s interest was immediately peaked.

For as long as he knew you, Hobie could barely remember the last time you had ever admitted to him in fancying someone, besides from a couple of incidences from way back that ended up backfiring; but other then that, you kinda made it a point not to talk about it, maybe in due to him thinking that whoever you did fancy at the time weren’t worth the effort you’d give had you perused them. You had often called him overprotective whenever you tell him about your crush of the week but Hobie would defend himself by saying he was merely looking out for you and didn’t want you getting hurt by some douchebag.

‘You don’t have to defend me from everything Hobie,’ you once told him as you were patching him up from beating the breaks off of your last crush because they were chatting shit about you behind your back, ‘whilst as sweet as it is but you can’t always be there to look out for me.’

‘Watch me.’ He replied, his view remaining completely unchanged. You sighed, knowing that once Hobie’s mind was made up, nothing you nor anyone else could do to change that. He was an akin to that of an immovable object when it came to his beliefs and views and it was amongst the many things you adored and admired about him most.

‘Oh yeah? And who’s the lucky guy?’ He asked casually leaning back on his arms, watching as you brought your knees close to your chest before resting your chin upon them as your eyes gaze out at nothing in particular; something Hobie noticed you often do when you were particularly in your feelings and needed something to hold onto and ground yourself before you became adrift in your own sea of emotions. It was cute to see you tucked in on yourself so tightly that he couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that you couldn’t see how dopey he must’ve looked beneath his mask.

‘Hobie. Hobie Brown.’

He blinked twice, nah, he must’ve heard that wrong, surely, his hearing must be going all scewiff.

‘Hobie Brown.’ He said his own name as though it was the first time he was ever saying it. Upon seeing the way your shoulders drop and your body becoming at ease upon hearing his name, along with the way you smiled gently and how your eyes seemed to beam with newfound light which all had only helped In affirming to Hobie that he did indeed hear you the first time. ‘What is it about the guy that’s got you all up in knots?’ He asked, trying to act as though you didn’t just indirectly admitted that you’ve got a crush on him to him.

‘Where do I start.’ You started, unable to fight against your own feelings that were swelling up within your chest when an image of Hobie appeared in the forefront of your mind, he was sat on your bed, eyes closed as he allowed himself to get lost within his guitar rifts, his calloused fingers expertly transitioned from chord to chord as it were muscle memory. ‘He’s just so cool and awesome and so forthright and opinionated in his views and beliefs that he’s not afraid to back down from a fight should it come down to it.’ You tell him with a sense of fondness in your voice.

Hobie was quick to notice how your hand fiddle with one of the many handmade pins he’s made you that you always paired up with any and every outfit you ever wore, even if they styles did clash but you didn’t seem to care; Whatever the reason for you reaching for the pins were, whether it’d be out of a need to feel out the closest thing you had in regards to him or it was just something you did out of habit, made Hobie warm within his chest that soon spread throughout his body. ‘Sounds like me and this Hobie guy are more alike then I originally thought.’

Your fingers stopped their fiddling and you suddenly looked at him as though you were just now realising something with the way your eyes bore into him, Hobie thought that you might’ve developed the ability to see through the mask that withheld his identity and into him, so much so that he couldn’t help but make a comment on it, ‘stare at me any harder sweetheart and your stare might burn right through my mask.’ You must’ve been deep into your thinking as you didn’t seem to have noticed that he had spoken at all and Hobie was starting to think that he might’ve been too relaxed with you as Spider-Man that you might have started to have it pieced together in your mind; after all you were smart, more so then what you give yourself credit for.

‘Now that you’ve mentioned it you and Hobie do share some of the same attributes and habits, I’m also pretty sure your similar height wise and even though your mask muffled your voice, it fills me with a sense of familiarity that it’s hard for me to put a finger on.’ You said as you leaned closer to him until you were partially merely a breath away from each other. Hobie didn’t know he was holding in a breath until you shrugged ‘but I could just be grasping at a straws, so I won’t dwell on it as much.’ and moved away from him back to your previous position.

As much as he would’ve loved to have you figure out his identity on your own terms. Hobie would prefer it best if he were the one to reveal himself to you but the moments where he wanted to never felt right and he didn’t want to you in danger by doing so, but he knew that there’d come a time where he would be greeted with a choice in wether to tell you the truth as to who he was or continue living like he has currently and potentially loose your trust because of his lack of transparency; Hobie couldn’t bear to think of loosing your trust but just as he has always done since becoming your friend, he was merely looking out for you and for your safety as they were always his top priorities.

[mylucayathoughts]

Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 1. Man this is gonna be a long ass post.

(I can't make gifs right now, wish I could gif these moments but for now screenshots will have to do)

The first one is at the Childrens hospital where Henry introduces Alex to the kids. Henry very sweetly says how his mum is out-ranked by Alex's mum. I think Alex is a bit surprised here (maybe a little shocked) at how easily Henry can say nice things about him specially after their seemingly endless rivalry.

Then in the hospital cupboard, after Alex confronts Henry he was saying that he is sorry about being cold to Alex earlier but he was in a bad place with his fathers passing and Palace not giving him any space. Alex looks up at him, his mind is probably starting to feel sorry for Henry for the first time and he is realizing how his hatred for Henry was based on a very dark time in Henry's life. His eyes are soft here, which a moment ago was big and angry.

(plus Taylor looks like a puppy here which I love 😍)

This is rather a sad moment for Henry. He is probably thinking how this is one of the very last moments he gets to spend with Alex (even though Alex had already invited him to the new years party) and how their next meetings will be shorter and probably not meaningful enough for them to ever become anything. He so far hadn't gotten Alex's attention, it's probably not going to happen later. Of course we all know that's not what ends up happening 😏

This here where Alex asks Henry if he was surprised by Alex in any way, and he just goes like this 🤣

He is probably thinking of all the things he loves about Alex before deciding to tease him a lil bit. Not to mention how adorable Nicholas looks here 🥺

After their bedroom adventures and Henry's romantic ass kiss (😍) Alex very visibly becomes very thoughtful and you can tell how he knows that it's gonna be sometime before he sees Henry again (he already misses him), and how his mind is racing trying to think of an event where they can meet again.. my poor poor baby 🤧

In Paris scene, I love how Alex comforts Henry by giving the softest little nudge on his forehead (their hairs touch).

This is a very small moment that is seen right after a closeup of Henry's face and right before Henry gives Alex the nod to go ahead. This moment is etched in my brain and it makes me wanna cry every time I watch it.

I love their little smiles here after the famous "I'm learning", they are both so in love already it's obscene 🤧 and their smiles are so reassuring and tender 🥺

In other words Nicholas and Taylor ate. It's a long take and the timing of their expressions and their delivery of each dialogue is just top notch 👌

When Alex is on the plane back from Paris, he looks very pensive. Then he let's out this big sigh and a small smile breaks out. We all know who he is thinking about. I love how Taylor portrayed all the emotions in Alex's heart here. He is tired but happy, and thoughtful at the same time. I think this is the first time Alex gave some serious thought to he and Henry's relationship. Before it was just hooking up in places and mostly about their physical needs for each other.

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

[e-dubbc11]

Hot neighbor Rumlow that you see in his yard like this one day. That's it. That's the ask 🥵💦

My lovely Lily,

You have so many great ideas roaming around inside that brain of yours and I love that you share those ideas with me and trust me to bring those ideas to life. So you wanted neighbor Rumlow? Here he is! I really hope you like it and thank you for always sending things/ideas to my inbox and for just being such a good friend ♥️♥️♥️

Hey, Neighbor

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. A couple of swear words, fluff, some smooches, mentions of infidelity and divorce.

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

Summary: You’re newly single and start looking at your neighbor differently.

A/N: I don’t really have much else to say that I didn’t say above. Brock is fun to write for and even though she hasn’t read it yet, Lily said she’s already game for a part 2 🤣 I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The early morning sun peeked through the very small opening in between your bedroom curtains. The warm rays beamed into your room, directly onto the foot of your bed where your dog, Beast, was sleeping peacefully.

It was Saturday and he seemed quite content that he also did not have to wake up early this morning however your internal clock never let you sleep in too much. Waking up with the sun was a lot better than being jolted awake by an alarm while it was still dark outside though so you reveled in the restful sleep you had last night.

You rolled over to look at your clock. It was 7:00 AM, birds were happily chirping outside your window, and you couldn’t wait to get up to do…nothing. It had been over a month since you had a free weekend and all you wanted to do today was relax, maybe start the new book you just bought, or just do whatever you felt like doing.

The house was quiet.

Since you finalized your divorce eight months ago, it had been very quiet but most of the time you didn’t mind. You thought maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t really have a problem being alone, sure there were times where you were lonely but you still didn’t mind being alone…maybe you actually preferred it.

You didn’t have any children so the divorce was quick and easy, he let you keep the house because he was moving in with his girlfriend, the one he was seeing while still married to you.

Yeah, that felt like a punch to the stomach. How could you not see it coming? Were you that blind? You thought you were happy together but it was all a lie, a lie that had dragged on for the past two years. It was humiliating and you felt like everyone knew he had been cheating on you except for you.

Even though they weren’t, you felt like everywhere you went people were looking at you, talking about you, and feeling sorry for you. But you were better off without him and you had everything you wanted right now.

You lived in a nice house, had a good job, friends, family, and your dog. What else did you need right now?

Coffee…coffee is what you needed.

“C’mon Beast…time to go outside, buddy. Let’s go.” You said, patting him on the head as he blinked his eyes and yawned, showing you all of his teeth.

After your divorce, you went to a local shelter because you wanted a dog for protection and companionship as you were now alone in your house.

When you walked in to where all of the kennels were, at first none of them felt like “the one” but as you moved toward the end of the rows of kennels, a young gray and white pitbull pushed his nose through the hole in the cage door and started wagging his tail, aggressively. Whimpering, he licked your fingers when you held them up to the kennel, he was such a sweet boy.

“What’s his story?” You had asked the employee.

“Not much to tell really, this guy has had a couple of homes but each owner said they didn’t really have the space for bigger dog like him and couldn’t give him the attention he needs.” They replied.

You had a decent size home and nice big yard for him to run around in so the decision was made that he was coming home with you and Beast smiled for the entire ride to his new home.

He did his little happy dance with his front paws before you opened the door and as soon as you opened it, he took off running for the very back of the yard where he did his business. As he sprinted back toward you, he stopped quickly in the middle of the yard to bring you his ball that he loved for you to throw for him.

The air was still slightly chilly as it brushed against your exposed skin. Your sleep clothes left little to the imagination, maybe you were still not fully awake yet, but you looked down and realized you were out in the middle of the yard in a thin strap tank top and shorts, with no bra on which of course is when your neighbor stepped outside to get onto his motorcycle.

You didn’t know what he did for a living but he was always out until crazy hours of the night or going in on weekends. You didn’t think he was a doctor; his wardrobe didn’t exactly scream “healthcare professional” but anything is possible. Dressed in all black wearing combat boots, he walked out of his side door with a scowl on his face and a furrowed brow.

His side door faced your yard and he actually did a double take when he saw you standing in the yard, half naked, playing with Beast so you gave him a little wave and a slight smile. He seemed a little flustered and quickly waved back but in an awkward manner.

His name was Brock Rumlow and had just come home from work the day you were moving into your house so he introduced himself to you and your then husband.

At the time, you didn’t really pay that much attention to what he looked like but now that you were single, you had noticed that Brock was quite handsome in a grouchy, angry sort of way.

Brock had dark brown hair, days old stubble on his face, and his eyes were a warm golden brown like the color of amber or whiskey. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when he introduced himself.

But you’ve had little interaction since besides the occasional “good morning” or a wave here and there. You felt yourself staring as he climbed on his bike and sped off down the street. You probably wouldn’t see him again today.

“Beast! Inside, now. Go on, time for your breakfast.” You said, holding the door open for him.

The temperature outside warmed up nicely since this morning and after cleaning for a little while, you decided you were finished with that for the day and were ready to relax with your book and a cup of tea. Part of the reason you bought your house was because it had a reading nook. You had always wanted one and you finally had one, it was your favorite place in the house.

With Beast asleep on the floor next to you and your tea resting on a little table behind your head, you were fully immersed in your book. Since it was such a nice day outside, you had opened the windows to get some fresh air and the curtains swayed as the cool breeze blew in through the screens.

You were so lost in the story, you almost didn’t hear Brock’s motorcycle pull back into his driveway. That’s strange. Usually when he left for the day, he was gone until sometime in the evening but you didn’t think much of it and went back to your book.

The reading nook faced Brock’s house and at one point you looked up from your book to rest your eyes and look out the window. To your surprise, when you looked up, Brock was standing in his driveway…and he was shirtless.

“Holy fuck.” You said out loud.

Oh shit…hopefully he didn’t hear you.

He was quite the specimen, warm tan skin, tight arm muscles and abs you could wash clothes on. How have you not seen this before? It couldn’t be the first time he’s been outside without a shirt but then again, he usually isn’t home during the daylight hours where you could see him clearly.

Beast picked his head up off of the floor as the words escaped your lips and he cocked his head to one side as he looked at you.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” You said narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t know he was hiding that body underneath his clothes. How could I?”

You felt a little crazy talking to your dog like he was a person.

It looked like Brock was doing some stretching. Biting down on your thumb, you continued to stare out the window, hoping he was too far away for him to notice you gawking at him. With your thighs clenched together, you inched closer to the glass but you weren’t paying attention to how close to the glass you were.

Your forehead hit the glass with a slight “thud;” Brock looked up from his stretches and looked in your direction, thankfully you were quick enough to duck away from the window.

The pillow cradled your head as warmth rose to your cheeks and you watched as your book, resting on your chest, rose and fell with your nervous inhales and exhales. Beast had started to bark when he heard the thud against the glass. You tried to get him to stop by whisper yelling at him.

“Hey! Ssshhh, stop it! It’s just me!” You said.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you saw Brock had gone back to his stretching. It looked like he was getting ready to go for a run. Beast finally stopped barking and Brock took off down the driveway.

You watched him until he was out of sight; finally, you could breathe easy but now you were wondering if he had noticed you watching him. You didn’t think so but it was still a possibility especially after the dog started to bark.

Maybe you were done reading for now.

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Since you had the entire day to yourself, you had the time to make your grandmother’s spaghetti sauce. You were the only one she trusted the recipe with and each time you made it, you reminisced about all the times you helped her make that sauce.

It would cook on the stove all day and your reward for helping her was she would give you a small bowl filled with sauce and a couple pieces of Italian bread for you to dip with. You would always get to have some before anyone else did, it was one of your favorite memories of her.

To get even more fresh air inside the house, you had opened the front door and kept the screen door shut plus Beast loved to sit in front of the door and watch people and cars go by.

While stirring the sauce, your back was toward the front door when Beast started to whine and scratch at the door. You figured he just saw another dog walk by; he loved to say hi to every person or animal that walked by the house.

He barked then scratched at the door so hard that he nudged it open and ran outside. You turned to see the screen door ajar and swaying back and forth.

“Shit! Beast! No!!” You shouted after him.

After you ran outside and down the driveway, you looked around for him and finally found him licking Brock’s face just past your mailbox.

“Oh my god, Brock I am so sorry! He just pushed the door open and ran out before I could stop him.” You said apologetically.

Brock was kneeling down next to Beast, gently patting his head.

“Oh that’s alright, doll. He’s a good boy, he just wanted to say hello. Didn’t ya boy?”

The smile on Brock’s face was probably the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on him which made you smile.

“Well thank you for catching him for me.” You said.

You then did something very out of character. You had always been very shy and quiet but you liked Brock and you definitely couldn’t eat that sauce all by yourself. So even though it made you feel nauseous, you decided to ask him anyway.

“B-brock? W-would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I, well I made my grandmother’s spaghetti sauce and I forgot that it’s enough to feed a small army.” You said, struggling to get the words out.

He looked shocked and didn’t really know what to say, like it was the first time he’s ever been invited to dinner.

“Oh…thank you y/n, but I’m all sweaty from my run just now.” He said, politely.

You noticed the sweat glistening off his body and on his forehead. It was hard not to notice. He really was extremely handsome, especially when he smiled.

“Well you have plenty of time to shower and change. I’m not quite finished cooking yet.” You said.

Brock looked a little uneasy, almost like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you no. You finally felt ready enough to talk to another man in a way that’s not platonic and you were terrified that he was going to say no. And then to think you would be reminded of that rejection every time you saw him after that.

Glancing down at the ground, you thought maybe it would be easier if you didn’t look at him. Maybe you could keep the tears from stinging the back of your eyes but he surprised you with his answer.

“Well in that case, I’d love to, doll.” He said softly.

Butterflies formed in your stomach and the words that fell from your lips were a little shaky but you managed to get them out without stumbling too much.

“O-ok. Great! I’ll see you in about an hour then.” You said. “Come on, Beast. Let’s go, ya troublemaker.”

**********

Not wanting to look like you were trying too hard but still wanting to look put together, you put on a pair of jeans and changed from a white t-shirt to a black one in case the clumsy version of you decided to show up and get marinara sauce all over yourself. You kept the minimal makeup look you had on from earlier in the day and kept your hair back.

Brock knocked on your door exactly an hour later, Beast helped you greet him at the door by barking and wagging his tail. Brock had brought over a bottle of wine which was very sweet of him.

“Hi Brock…Beast, get down! I’m so sorry…oh, thank you for the wine. That’s very nice of you…BEAST, get down! I know you’re excited that someone else is in the house.” You said.

A slight smiled stretched across his lips as he looked at you with his honey colored eyes.

“I had a grandma once too…she taught me never to show up any place empty handed. I woulda got ya some flowers too but I only had an hour.” He said with a wink.

Brock was dressed almost exactly like you were. Black shirt and jeans but he was wearing black boots; he looked incredibly handsome.

He took one look at the dining room table and admitted to feeling a little underdressed. You had set the table nicely with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles. You didn’t think it was overly romantic but maybe he did and you were afraid you might scare him away but it didn’t.

“Do you need help with anything?” He asked.

You were caught completely off guard by that question. Your ex-husband didn’t help much with the cooking or anything, really.

“Oh! Thank you, I think I’m all set though. Actually, you can open the wine…let me just find the corkscrew.” You said.

**********

Surprisingly, Brock was very easy to talk to. The wine probably helped a little but you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t as angry as he appeared to be sometimes. Eyebrows pulled together in a straight line, lips pressed together, the gruff raspy tone to his voice when he said “good morning…” maybe he just didn’t want people to know that he’s actually kind of sweet and soft.

“I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I saw your ex movin’ out. I thought you two had a decent marriage.” Said Brock.

With raised eyebrows, you said, “Yeah well, I wasn’t having sex nearly as often as he was sooooooo.”

Brock looked surprised as you confessed your ex had cheated on you.

“Wait…he cheated on you?” He asked.

“Brock, I feel like everyone else knew except me, like everyone on the street was looking at me differently. I felt really ashamed.” You said with a hitch in your voice as you looked away from him.

Tears welled up in your eyes quicker than you anticipated and before you could prevent one from streaking down your cheek. It was slightly embarrassing because you didn’t know your neighbor all that well and now you were crying in front of him.

“Hey, hey y/n…it’s ok.” He said softly as he gently brushed the top of your hand with his calloused fingers. The rasp in his voice was so sexy. “If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea and I doubt anyone else knew either. Plus…just…well, fuck that guy.”

You weren’t expecting him to say that; it caught you off guard and you let out a little laugh.

“Ya know what? You’re right…fuck that guy!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

The two of you finished the bottle of wine and Brock insisted on doing the dishes, he actually looked cute with the dish towel draped over his shoulder which, you couldn’t help but notice, was filling out that part of his shirt nicely. Was it the wine that was making you warm or was it him?

You continued to talk for a while longer before Brock got up to leave. You really didn’t want him to go though.

“In my line of work, they don’t really care that it’s Sunday. I have to get up early tomorrow.” He said.

Nodding your head, you replied. “Oh of course. I understand.”

You followed him over to the front door, he turned to face you, and said, “Thank you for this, y/n. It was really nice, haven’t had a home cooked meal in awhile so thank you again.”

Your bodies were close, sharing the same air and you could smell the wine on his lips as he spoke.

“You’re very welcome, Brock. I’m sure I’ll still be eating that sauce for days but thank you for trying to help me make a dent in it.” You said, nervously.

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was going to burst out of your chest. You knew your skin would be warm to the touch as your heart beat faster and faster.

“Well…goodnight y/n.” He whispered.

His warm breath brushed against your ear, the air between you felt thick, like you could cut it with a knife and you wanted him to kiss you so badly.

You replied. “Goodnight.”

He walked out and turned back once more to wave and smile at you.

Before you closed the door, Beast whimpered while staring out at the street. He was probably wondering where Brock went.

“He went home, buddy. He doesn’t live here, ya know.” You told him with a slight smile but in a disappointing tone.

As you closed the door, Beast whined again and you whispered, “I know, I wanted him to kiss me too.”

After your shower, you decided to read a little more. The lights in the house were dimmed, the only bright light in the room was your book light and you had only been reading for about 20 minutes when Beast let out a low growl. You looked down at him, his tail started to swish back and forth then started to whine.

“Ya know for a big bad pitbull, you whine a lot like a little baby. What is it?” You asked.

Immediately after you asked that question, there were three loud raps against your front door. Confused, you put your book down, threw the blanket off of your legs, and walked over to the front door. Beast followed you, wagging his tail.

Brock was leaning against the screen when you opened the front door.

“Hey doll, I uh…well, I forgot something.” He said, opening the screen and stepping inside.

You looked up at him, then looked back over at the dining room chair, still a little confused.

“Oh…I don’t remember you bringing a jack—“ You tried to say before he cut you off.

Brock’s lips collided with yours, as he closed the door behind him. Suddenly your back was against the wall, running your fingers through his thick brown hair, while your lips parted, giving his tongue access to your mouth.

He was a really good kisser.

Brock’s chest was pressed firmly against yours, so you were pinned in between him and the wall. He was so strong but it felt amazing to have your body pressed against his. He nipped at your jawline and peppered kisses up and down your neck while soft moans escaped your lips.

Beast stood on his hind legs and lunged toward you and Brock like he was missing out on something. He was whining.

Breathing heavily, you pulled away and smiled at Brock. Your cheeks were warm and you could feel how red they were.

“I think someone else wants a kiss.” You said. “Careful, he has a fast tongue.”

Brock bent down so he was level with Beast and he glanced up at you. “Yeah, he ain’t the only one.” He said with a wink.

You covered your eyes in embarrassment.

After giving Beast gentle pats to his head, Brock stood up and closed the gap between your bodies. He cupped your cheeks, leaned in, and kissed you again. These were gentle kisses, soft and sweet and his stubble lightly brushed against your skin.

It had been awhile since your lips had touched someone else’s, his kisses sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach. These were feelings you haven’t had in a long time; you were nervous but willing to give it all another chance.

“Dinner at my place next time, doll?” He asked.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you purred into his ear.

“Only if we can have dessert first…neighbor.”

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[eoieopda]

You said no more Hobi or Jin so:

Taehyung x fake marriage/marriage roleplay

Just don't tell anyone I made a Tae request lmaooooooo 🤣

moni, my love, i hate to break it to you, but….. the people know. they see you and they know.

the one with taehyung’s indecent proposal

pairing: kim taehyung x afab!reader type: drabble (smut, fluff) | rating: 18+ | wc: 1.4k au: fake relationship, fuck buddies to ? cw: oral sex (f), fingering, alcohol mention summary: your fuck buddy’s class reunion is coming up. that’s not something you expected to learn about. it’s definitely not something you expected to be implicated in. 🔞 minors & ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked. my stuff is not for you.

For whatever it’s worth, you consider yourself to be intuitive. It doesn’t take long for you to read a person, to start predicting their next moves with enough accuracy to spook yourself. You anticipate the direction their footsteps will take long before their feet hit the ground; and more often than not, you’re right. 

But then you look at Kim Taehyung, and you can’t tell if you’re illiterate or if he’s illegible because you have never — not once — been able to tell what the fuck he’s up to. He exists outside the matrix, you think, vibrating on a frequency you may not be evolved enough to hear. His mind is flying ahead at warp speed, and you’re usually stuck staring at the sky, wondering where he’s zoomed off to.

That’s how you ended up where you are at this moment — in the metaphorical dust.

The way your head is spinning has a lot to do with where his head is, but you heard him. You know you heard him, and there’s no mistaking what he said, no matter how muffled his voice is.

With fistfuls of bedsheets, you lift your head from the pillows they’d just crashed back upon moments ago. Panting, you balk, “What?”

Taehyung pulls his face away from your cunt long enough for you to see his dark eyes brighten. Before he blinked, they were hazy with lust, and now — ?

Oh, god.

He licks remnants of you off his lips, and you forget what the fuck it was you were startled by.

“I said —” He clears his throat before repeating himself with a lazy, half-grin. “— Marry me.”

You blink at him. He blinks back at you.

One of you recalls that the two of you met at a party two (2) months ago and have kept semi-regular dick appointments in the time since. The other seems to have forgotten that, forgotten that this is the only context you know each other in: naked, sweat-slicked, and fuck-drunk.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Taehyung frowns. Then, to ease the tension between your raised eyebrows, he places an open-mouthed kiss at the very top of your inner thigh. 

Like it’s all casual. 

It’s supposed to be casual.

“You — ” You lose the next part of your sentence when he dives back into you, tongue so eager that it’s lapped up your words. You shake your head to clear it. Focus. “You want me to marry you? Taehyung, respectfully, what the — fuuuuck.”

Lost marbles scatter around your brain. There isn’t so much as a thought to stop them, just fireworks, echoing in the empty space. Relentless, Taehyung suckles hard against your clit, and you slump back fully against the mattress, groaning and gasping.

“What are you…?” 

You give up when his tongue flattens, presses deep into your folds as he drags a thick, languid line up your center.

Words. 

Words? 

What even are those? Where can I acquire them?

Can I buy a vowel?

He laughs, like you’re the one making the joke. Above all, he seems confused by your confusion.

“Not for real,” Taehyung clarifies. He pauses to flick his tongue against your swollen bud, leaving you twitching where you lay. “Just for a night. Gotta class reunion I have to go to and I, uhhh…”

“Holy shit,” you wail as his middle digit slips in to fill the void his mouth left behind.

The assault on your g-spot is fastidious and unrelenting, in total juxtaposition to the way he speaks. Casual and confoundingly chipper. If he wasn’t two knuckles deep, his tone might indicate that he was talking about his latest trip to the grocery store, or a movie he’d just seen.

Taehyung barely reacts to the way you clench around one finger; he certainly doesn’t bat an eye when he adds a second. Instead, he smiles sheepishly. 

Bashful? At a time like this?

“I may have told some of my old teammates that I was married.” He shrugs. “But, hey, if you saw the shit they’ve accomplished so far in life, you wouldn’t blame me for trying to save face somehow.”

Well. 

You sought an explanation, and you received one. What did you expect?

“T-teammates?” You mutter as he curls his finger upwards, rubbing so painfully perfect where you need the friction most. “W-what sport?”

Why are you making small talk right now?

Taehyung grins at the interest you’ve displayed; it’s the first time you’ve ever discussed hobbies. You can’t unpack that because your back is arching up off the mattress like he’s conducting an exorcism, not finger-fucking you to the brink of collapse. Worst of all, there’s no effort showing on his face. No acknowledgement in his sparkling eyes that he’s ruining you, with only one hand.

“Soccer,” he replies easily.

You squeak, “Oh, that’s nice,” and then your stream of consciousness sends you barreling over the waterfall. 

Convulsing, you cum so hard that your vision turns to static. Writhing and whimpering, you have to clamp your knees together to combat the overstimulation he’s — either knowingly or unknowingly, hard to say — dragged you towards.

When your limbs stop tingling, you scoot over to make room for him beside you on the bed. He drops himself into the space you’ve created, one arm tucked under his head and the other snaking its way under your neck. You accept his bicep as a pillow for your heavy head, and then you tilt it to stare up at him.

“So, what? You said you were married, and everyone else you asked to be your fake spouse said no,” you assume. 

Of course, as his biweekly fuck buddy, you wouldn’t be the first one on his list. You wonder how many other people he’d asked ahead of you, and if the offer only crossed his mind when they were squirming, naked, right in front of him.

Taehyung snorts. “Better get me an ice pack for the bruised ego.” He scrubs his free hand over his face as he laughs. “You really think I’ve been shot down that many times?”

You don’t know what to do with this statement, so you furrow your eyebrows. He finally looks at you, and once again, he’s shy. 

Either those are butterflies in your stomach, or your body is trying to remind you to flush out your bladder. Either way, you ignore the sensation. Elbowing him gently, you try to nudge loose whatever words are caught in his mouth.

“Might’ve dropped your name, specifically,” he admits with a grimace. He misreads the stunned look on your face as something else — offense or annoyance, maybe — because he continues quickly, “You were just the first person that came to mind, I dunno. Would’ve been easier if my lie wasn’t so… detailed.”

You can’t help but warble: “Aww, Taehyungie wants to fake marry me?”

He knocks your shoulder with his to hide how red his cheeks have gone.

—

“Does this look as bad as I think it does?” You mutter as you run your hands down the skirt of your dress for the hundredth time.

Taehyung gulps the remainder of his beer and sets the empty pint glass down against the bar. Hand now free, he grabs yours and holds it hostage. Affectionately — not annoyed by your fidgeting the way you yourself are. And he ignores your question. He should, after all; he’s told you two hundred times that you look pretty.

Pretty.

That stupid word has you tickled pink, which is ridiculous.

Ridiculous and pretty.

The brief nod of his head towards the doorway catches your attention. You follow his eyes to the other end of the hotel ballroom where a group of gorgeous men and their objectively more gorgeous wives cross the threshold.

“Damn, TaeTae’s all grown up!” The tall one shouts through cupped hands, even though he’s only a few meters away.

Your eyes shift upwards to Taehyung’s face. His boxy grin doesn’t quite meet his eyes; and he looks down at you as if he’s silently asking you to bolt with him out the back door.

You snort, voice low. “TaeTae?”

“Don’t,” he pleads. And he must be settling into character because he leans down to kiss your temple. Lips still near your ear, he whispers, “We may be pushing thirty, but I guarantee they’re still not above a titty-twister if I push back on it.”

You wiggle your eyebrows. “Kinky.”

And, just for a second, that fond look in his eye makes you forget that this is a hoax. So does that laugh as he shakes his head, the one that silently says, “oh, you.”

The stocky one is beaming when the group finally reaches you. He eyes you up and down with an amazed — albeit not inherently gross — whistle. He laughs as he claps Taehyung on the shoulder. “And he wasn’t exaggerating! Traded in those too-big ears for a smoke show, didn’t you?”

“I don’t remember saying the bit about the ears, but the rest is accurate.” Taehyung shoots you a wink that reads authentic. He squeezes your hand and your swooning heart, too. “Couldn’t have picked better if I tried.”

[moonjxsung]

GIRL THE BINNIE THOUGHTS ARE STRONG

Like changbin just gives me the BIGGEST boy best friend vibes..

Sfw side he would go shopping with you, video games with you...yall literally do everything together, late night walks, your shoulder to cry on at wtf o'clock, you'd pull pranks on each other ALL the fucking time, he'd 10/10 always sleep over at your place bc it got too late and he'd take the couch to give you space. But then one night he finds himself in your bed bc "It's comfier" and he just refuses to leave and so do you (it's your before anyway) so now you just have this arrangement of going to sleep in your bed together and no one bats an eye....until the feelings develop

NOW THIS IS UP TO INTERPRETATION

but nsfw binnie would either slowly start getting more touchy and grabbed with you, lingering hands and lingering looks, if yall went clubbing he'd be pulling you closer and chasing other guys away by "mistake"....guess too many guys didn't like him around and thought he was your boyfriend...not his fault though....

NOW I SEE THIS GOING 2 WAYS

1. You get into an argument with him for always cockblocking you and he quips back with "because it should be me fucking you instead"

Or 2. The cliche movie night with your best boy and yall get extra cuddly until he's pulling you into his lap and grabbing your ass and tips while grinding up into you, please touch him he's been waiting so long AAH OKAY CLEARLY THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THOUGHT 🤣 like idk how buff this man is he's the biggest babie but uses his strength against you so much and is so cocky about how dumb you (me) go for him 🤣

Despite being the ultimate lee know stan binnie is my biggest wrecker and I brain rot over him so much

Pic for....brain food? 🤣

OHHHH MY GOSH BESTIE…… I hope you know I LITERALLY just queued this in my requests for a oneshot bc ??? HELLO???? The part about the bed PLEASEEEEE it would start so platonic too!! Like he would be so cute in his little pajamas whining about how “your apartment’s too cold☹️” so he’d make a literal NEST with your pillows and blankets and the two of you would be giggling so hard and it would just become an everyday thing somehow 🥺 and then at some point he showers at your place after the gym and comes out shirtless and you’re like??? 🫣 And he’s SO into teasing you about his muscles “go on, you can touch them if you want…” and even though you guys are still friends at this point- the sexual!! Tension!!!! At some point you start getting jealous of him bringing up random girls when he’s talking and he gets even more teasing about it “aww are you jealous or something? If you wanted me all along you could’ve just said that” but you’re so stubborn and headstrong that’s it’s always “NO I just don’t like her, duh”. And then it snowballs until he’s the one getting jealous… someone getting a little too close to you at the club, someone asking for your number when the two of you are out together. And at some point, you deny him the chance to stay the night because you’re completely set on bringing home someone from the club “Changbin, you can’t really stay the night tonight…” and with a gesture to the sleazy guy you’re all over he gets LIVID at the thought of someone else fucking you in your bed, in the spot he usually occupies. So he makes a scene, in true Changbin fashion, and he’s loud and rude and you’re angry that he’s cockblocking you like this when he’s always bringing up random girls and talking about all of his sexual endeavors?? Cue to crying in a taxi on the way home and yelling at him in your apartment. Where he completely shuts you up with a kiss and fucks the shit out of you in your bed, beside your little collection of plushies and pillows he’s so kindly gathered for you. Railing you into the mattress until you’re a drooly whimpering mess “is this what you want? Why didn’t you say something earlier? God you take me so well, baby, it’s always meant to be us. Now be a good girl and give me another one.”

Anyways. All this is to say I agree and Changbin request lined up. Ty bestie 🤭🫶 ILYYY

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi author its me again! I just read your post about my request and damn you hit the nail if you give me a chance to scale 1-10 i will rate Infinity/10 with no hesitation. And I especially love buddha, zero, chen gong, are and hercules reaction its so funny🤣🤣🤣🤣

Could I ask for a part 2 of course not immediately

Gods:

Hades

Indra

Ebisu

Human

Nikola tesla

-As a demi-goddess, you had the choice of fighting for either side, as both Zeus and Brunnhilde had approached you to fight, both knowing your skills as a fighter.

-You were initially going to refuse both of them, but after Zeus tried to command you, while Brunnhilde asked you, you chose to fight for humanity, not liking being commanded to do anything, something Zeus regrets as he lost a good fighter because he was so pushy with you!!

-Your opponent was strong, which excited you, as that meant you didn’t have to hold back!

-You swung your halberd with ease, and your opponent, Kand, a minor earth god, managed to snap the blade clean off, breaking your halberd.

-The other fighters and the audience in attendance called out in worry for you, as they didn’t want to lose someone like you, beautiful, powerful, and smart, you really were the whole package.

-Kand laughed at you, pointing a finger at you while he held his belly, “Can you still fight me Y/N?! Now that I’ve broken your only weapon!!”

-You glared and brought your hands up to your chest, “Who said that was my only weapon?”

-What could only be described as a black hole, opened at the top of your chest, on your cleavage, as you tilted your head back.

-A sword began to emerge from the black hole, glowing brightly as your hand lifted to the handle.

-Your eyes snapped open, glowing with power as you pulled out a beautiful katana from the magic black hole between your breasts, clutching it as the light faded.

-Kand was gawking, pointing rudely as his eyes were wide, “Where the heck did that come from?!”

-You charged at him, fast enough that it looked like you disappeared, before reappearing behind him as he fell, his head rolling off his shoulders.

-You pouted lightly, “It’s rude to ask a lady questions like that.”

-The crowds went wild, roaring loudly.

-Hades- Was curious on how you were going to handle your fight, seeing as your weapon had broken, but his attention was immediately grabbed again, sensing the unknown energy around you as the sword slowly lifted out of your chest. Was wide-eyed as the crowd around him went wild, before he clapped himself, seeing how easily you handled your opponent, he could easily tell you didn’t show even a fraction of your true power.

-Indra- Cigarette fell from his lips as you tilted your head back, the handle of a sword exiting your body before you pulled it out, eyes wide in shock. His mind drew a blank, trying to figure out how you had that huge sword hidden in between your breasts.

-Ebisu- Had been scowling, watching the fight, annoyed that you were fighting for humanity before he lifted his glasses from his eyes as they bulged, watching you pull that massive sword out, “Where the hell did that come from?!” before he gawked, seeing you easily handle your opponent.

-Nikola- The energy surrounding you was what got his attention, his eyes going wide, wanting to study it before his brain immediately flat-lined, his face going bright red as you pulled a sword out from your chest. His hands instantly came to his face to hide his shame from ogling you, peeking out from behind his fingers to see you easily win.

[prince-kallisto]

Kind reminder, there were phantoms in book 6 that looked like the minions of maleficent…..

That coupled with your theory of Raverne going missing by STYX does raise some eyebrows. Or maybe STYX found them wandering elsewhere, as Briar is very closed off and it would be difficult to get those phantoms without some fae noticing STYX or the royal guard getting to the phantom first and killing it.

Raverne went missing with a party, and I think one of them did manage to go back, we find him in the map of book 7 and he seems to deliver bad news.

Camra, you always read my mind with these things! 🤣 Back when I was struggling through Book 6, I took a screenshot of that Maleficent minion too. I think it’s important to remember that these phantoms seem to take on from figures of the past (like Riddle with the Queen of Hearts Phantom) based on the figure who Overblotted

When I was also collecting screenshots from the Raverne compilation, I noticed this too. What’s interesting is how the one Fae that came back was the commander of the SEARCH PARTY 👀 But even with the search party, only he came back 😭🙏 We can’t understand what he said since it was Fae language, but like you said, it seemed to imply very bad news.

If there was a run-in with the Dawn Knight or just a powerful group of Silver Owls, I can see why the rest of the search party was killed. 🥲I do find it strange how the Commander didn’t seem to explicitly mention the Silver Owls- I feel like if he did, Baur and Sebek would’ve said something about it. But in any case, there’s no news about the original team of envoys and Raverne tho 🤔

For me, I think the biggest importance is how not a single Silver Owl comments anything about Raverne in the battlemaps. There are several scenes where the Silver Owls gossip amongst themselves- about the Dawn Knight, the Fae, Leah, Henrick, etc. But even other Fae in the land make no mentions of him either. I feel like if the Silver Owls managed to capture, wound, or possibly even kill MELEANOR DRACONIA’S HUSBAND and one of the top generals of Briar Valley- Henrick would absolutely gloat about it. We see the Silver Owls take the mystium armor of other Fae as “spoils,” and I fear that anything that would’ve belonged to Raverne would’ve been treated as a prize. And if we look back at what Baul said about the search party commander, Raverne and the others that followed him have been gone for at least three months.

Lilia even says that there’s no leads at all, which may suggest he was taken outside of Briar Valley or by a party that is not the Silver Owls.

…Which leads back to the STYX theory who was confirmed to exist during this time period. I feel like if STYX did involve themselves somehow, they either captured Overblotted fae + phantoms themselves, or took the actual individuals for experimentation- which may have resulted in Overblot 🧐

And as you mentioned, we have the phantoms that resembles Maleficent’s goons. Book 6 didn’t have a single character from Diasomnia with us, who could have commented on this strange resemblance of the Phantom’s armor 👀 The other phantoms have no reference to one of the movies from NRC’s 7 dorms, except for Hercules-Ignihyde (with Pain and Panic phantoms), which makes a lot of sense considering the context of Book 6.

😭I feel like your questions always catch me mid-theory process, so my answers to these are the closest way I can show everyone how my brain works for theories 🤣 a lot of leaps from here and there. But honestly, the more I think of the Styx theory, the more I find myself liking it (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) Working on a part 2 to that original theory to address something I find interesting 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

[hamlets-ak]

Hello! Will you write a part 2 for “it was you all along”? I really want to see reader have the happiness she deserves. Maybe timmy can make her open an instagram account for herself and and her fans would be so happy and ofc her ex would be mad. If you don’t want that that’s totally fine!! Have a good day ❤️

it was you all along ༊*·˚

part ii

masterlist

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yninstagram: yooooo i HAD to be the first post 😗 *everyone thank me for making y/n an instagram account

tchalamet added post to his story

ynfan38: OH MY GOD!! IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING???

ynfan93: can't believe we needed timo to make our girl join instagram

timotheefan66: i love him so much <3

zendaya: does y/n know u r posting pics of yourself?

yninstagram: i'm not that sneaky... or am i 🙃

zendaya: yeah.. she has no idea

timotheefan3: can't believe he liked his own photo 🤣

ynfan58: does this mean we're going to get more y/n content?

timothee71: IDK WHAT TO COMMENT FIRST!!

tayrussell: where is my baby y/n?

yninstagram: getting ready for the afterparty. i'm in charge now 😈

ynfan29: i wanted them to win :(

timothee45: i was disappointed too

ynfan75: i'm so happy that y/n feels more comfortable sharing more things with us

timotheefan20: it's so clear that they make each other so happy

ynfan74: wait r they together?

timotheefan54: idk but they definitely look comfortable with each other

timotheefan35: wasn't y/n dating paolo scotti?

ynfan21: u r a few episodes behind bro. haven't u seen the video?

timothee13: video?

ynfan21: paolo cheated on y/n

timothee13: WHO ON EARTH WOULD CHEAT ON Y/N?

ynfan21: I KNOW RIGHT?

florencepugh: favorite losers

yninstagram: too early for jokes :(

ynfan9: guys have u seen the interview? they are so sweet

timotheefan34: what interview?

ynfan9: y/n said that she'd be happier for tim to win than herself

timotheefan34: she's so cute. she deserves the world 🥹💕

timotheefan52: i really hope they're together

ynfan77: YES i love them!!

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« I swear to God, I'm never going to forgive you for making my phone ring every two seconds. » Just as you finished your sentence the Instagram notification sound was heard. Timothée grinned looking at how you took a deep breath and started biting your lips. « I'm going to kill you in your sleep, I swear, » you mumbled.

« You just need to turn off the notifications, dummy, » he chuckled taking your phone in his hands, going to the settings, and turning off your Instagram notifications. « Even my grandma knows that, » Tim murmured giving it back to you.

« I know how to turn off my notifications, » you said looking down at your phone. Timothée smiled and leaned to catch your gaze.

« Yeah, I'm sure about that.» You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Tim imitated your reaction in a more dramatic tone.

« Silly, » you shook his shoulder. He smiled while looking outside of the car. « We have to be prepared for our little performance. »

« We are naturals, we don't need to be prepared. » Your eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, a smile slowly growing on your face.

Honestly, you didn't need to put in much effort. You were both great actors and everything was coming out so naturally. Luca used to say that you two were definitely together in another life or a parallel universe because there was no way you could act so convincingly. You could still hear Timothée leaving that awkward laugh that made you always smile.

Maybe it was just the way you looked at each other. When his green orbs met yours, they would always stay there for a few seconds like electrons and protons met but were forced to separate for reasons that no human brain could apprehend. You were very magnetic for each other and that was always there even if you were acting or you were just out for coffee.

« We are here, » the driver said.

« Thanks, » you both told him. Timothée motioned his hand for you to stay at your place.

« I'm opening your door, » he said. « Darling, » he raised his brows and smiled at you cheekily. You grinned at yourself fixing your clothes. He opened the door and slightly bowed to you before giving you his hand to help.

« Too much, » you mouthed to him and raised your brows.

« Sorry I have manners, » Tim leaned closer to whisper to your ear.

« Sorry I have manners, » you mimicked him.

« Oh, shut up, » he covered your face with his hand before wrapping his hand around your waist and pressing his lips on your cheek. You laughed touching the hand that was around you.

You posed in front of the photographers, both together and separately. After that, you were still together. You were magnets after all.

« Oh man, » Timothée said his arm around your neck, his fingers falling on your collarbone. « I forgot how awful the food is here. »

« Burgers on me later, » you said. Timothée curled up his nose into a smile. « What, you saw Christian Bale and you're going to fangirl again? », you asked.

« No! », Timothée shook his head. « Though, » he moved his hand while speaking, « there is absolutely nothing wrong about fangirling over Christian Bale. »

« Look, » you replied in a more serious tone, « it's fine fangirling over Christian Bale, but if you do it more than three times, » you side-eyed him, « people will start suspecting that you're in love with him. »

« Very supportive, » he made you chuckle.

« That's me, » you forced a smile as he lightly ruffled your hair.

« Hey, you know what we should do? We should have a quick look around at the place. »

« Oh! », you smiled biting your lips. « Yes, we should definitely do that. »

You and Timothée started walking around the hotel, laughing at random comments you were both making. Timothée didn't set you free, his arm still wrapped around you. But no complaint was made by your side since you pretty much enjoyed it.

He smelled so nice. It reminded you of something so familiar, like your home. It was vanilla mixed with oranges and cloves and something warm. You couldn't stop smiling. Timothée was making you feel so serene.

« Oh my God, » he said as he tangled his fingers around your palm, pulled you by the hand, and led you to the end of the corridor where was a pianoforte. He quickly took a seat in front of it and glanced at the other way concerned.

« Play something... if you can, of course, » you raised your brow. He clenched his jaw to prevent his grin and tried to sound smooth.

« You think I can't? », he asked. You shrugged taking a seat next to him.

« I don't know, maybe your piano skills have faded over the years... »

« Wanna bet? », he bit his lips. You smiled looking into his eyes. You were so close, you've never been this close outside of work. That was probably the only time Timothée didn't stay longer in your eyes, his stare falling immediately to your lips. His mouth half-opened but then shook his head and sat better. You just smiled and looked down at your lap.

You couldn't have imagined that little moment between you, that spark jumping from his eyes to your lips.

« Bach is an amateur in front of me, » Tim said as his fingers pressed against the piano keys, playing a sweet melody. Your head slowly fell on his shoulder hearing the magic coming out of the instrument. Every now and then he turned his head in your direction, looking at the way, you couldn't stop staring at him or glaring at you when you pressed a random note and messed with his song.

« Timothée, » you said once he was over.

« What? », he smiled.

« I feel like I'm monopolizing you, » you chuckled. He unconsciously smiled back at you.

« I wish you did, » he bit his lips a little.

« Oh, come on, » you shook his shoulder. « Let's go get drinks. »

« Fine, » he said.

You returned back to the main room where almost everyone was gathered. You stopped to talk to some people. Timothée after a while tapped your back.

« I'm getting us drinks, » he told you. You nodded happily.

But your laugh slowly faded away as you noticed Paolo staring at you while talking to Steven Spielberg and his wife, who were clearly looking around trying to find a way out. Your lips were pressed together as he looked at you with a smirk and then his eyes moved to Timothée who was walking away, the smirk being replaced by a dead-face look.

You hated that after everything, he still had an effect on you. And you hated, even more, yourself for letting him under your skin. You were so fucking blinded and stupid, that didn't end things earlier. Paolo kindly excused himself and moved towards you, pulling lightly your forearm and separating you from the group of people. You didn't want to make a scene in front of them, so you let him lead you to a corner.

« Oh God, what sins am I paying for? », you looked up. Paolo froze for a moment.

« Hi, Y/N, » he said.

« Hi, » you said back and breathed heavily.

« You should've won, you deserved it, » he nodded eagerly. He had lost as well, but you didn't respond. « But you know that only being nominated it's an achievement by itself. » You smiled.

« Yes, that's funny because I was worried my career was going to be destroyed after a romance movie. »

« Y/N... », he looked at you pleadingly.

« What do you want Paolo? I thought I made it pretty clear that I want nothing to do with you. »

« You can't just do this to me, Y/N, » Paolo shook his head. « You can't destroy all these times we spent together in just one moment. »

« It was me who destroyed our relationship in just one moment? », you asked calmly. « You are a fucking asshole. »

« Okay, I-I'll take it on me. It was all my fault, but it was just one moment of weakness. I was completely pissed, I didn't know where the fuck I was or what I was doing, believe me. » You clenched your jaw in your attempt to keep a straight face. « Please, forgive me, and let's forget this ever happened. »

« I believe you and I forgive you for kissing that random girl, » you said. Paolo smiled thankfully and tried to close the distance, but your hand separated you. « But I will never forgive you for the way you treated me. From the moment this relationship started, you were nothing but a pretentious manipulative asshole that always wanted to do things his way or nothing. I spent so much time with you, I lost myself, my dignity, my career was held back... I- I don't know anymore, Paolo. »

« You are being unfair, » he shook his head. « We love each other. It was love at first sight, remember? You always said you loved me from the moment you looked at me. »

« Well, I should've looked at you twice, » you hit his shoulder walking away. « You are a fucking hypocrite, » he said then. You stopped walking and he was there, right behind you when you turned around. « It's all because of that guy that fucked a fucking peach. Posting photos and acting all happy together. I bet you had already fucked him long before I kissed that girl. »

« Don't even dare say that ever again, you asshole, » you pressed your lips shut, anger drawn in your face. « You made me so fucking miserable that even smiling felt uncomfortable, you douchebag. And keep Timothée out of your fucking mouth. He makes me happy. I am happy with him! »

« Y/N? », Timothée asked walking beside you. You gulped looking at him with two drinks in his hands.

« Well, » Paolo glanced at Tim up and down, then at you while clenching his jaw. « I guess this is it. »

«You guess? », you asked with a sarcastic smile. « You can be sure about it. »

Paolo pressed his lips and left you and Timothée alone. Tim walked closer to you giving you your drink. He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

« I-I'm going to get some air, » you moved away from him. You got out of the hotel, your lungs filling with oxygen again as the wind pulled your hair. You walked down the stairs, your head pounding as if someone was hitting you with a hammer, and sat down. You pulled your legs closer to your core and buried your head between your legs.

Timothée was standing still for a few seconds, his eyes in the direction where you disappeared. He wasn't sure if he should follow or not, but he knew one thing. He wanted to be with you and you had to know this.

So, he took the direction with uncertainty, going out of the hotel to find you. He saw you sitting there all alone and without speaking, sat beside you.

You tilted your head to the side until it touched his chest, tears falling down your eyes as you shook your forehead against his warmth. Timothée left his glass to the stairs next to yours and pulled you closer holding your back and caressing your hair lovingly.

« Y/N, » he held your head. Your gaze couldn't meet his but he still shoved the tears away from your cheeks and leaned his head to your side so he could catch your eyes. « It hurts seeing you cry for him. »

« I'm not crying for him, Timothée, » you shook your head pressing your lips so you didn't spread any more tears. « I wasted so much time being unhappy. »

« Don't think about that. Everything's over. » You smiled softly and nodded.

« Yes, » you said. Timothée smiled back at you.

« Can I make you a question? », he asked.

« Yes, » you laughed this time. Tim breathed out heavily and looked away.

« While I was waiting for our drinks, I watched your interview. »

« My interview? », you shook your head smiling as much as the situation let you again.

« You- », he gulped. « You said you'd be happier for me to win than you'd be for yourself. »

« I did say that, » you chuckled rubbing your eyes.

« Did you mean it or you said for I don't know. »

« Of course, I meant it Timothée, » you touched his hand that was balancing on his knee. He turned his head to you. « You always make me so happy and that, for some reason, makes me twice as happy for you. » His lips parted at your words that made and didn't make sense.

« Okay, » he pressed his eyes shut to take courage and then opened them again. "If the answer is no, let's just say I'm too drunk, okay?"

« Okay, » you said unsurely.

« Can I kiss you? » You froze for a few seconds and stayed there looking at him. « Oh fuck, » he pulled his hair back, his whole face turning red. « Y/N, I- » Without finishing his sentence you pressed his lips with yours.

Your eyes were sealed tight as you kissed slowly, lips brushing against each other, biting and licking the skin. Once you pulled back you both stared at the space between the two of you breathing.

Timothée chuckled causing you to smile too as he leaned to kiss you again, feeling like he didn't have enough of you already. He held your neck as you tangled your fingers between his curls.

You smiled against his lips as you backed away, with him trying to chase your lips. He pressed one last kiss to the side of your mouth, leaving a 'mwah' sound, and then pulled back too.

« What about that burger? », you asked.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 04/14/2024

Nerdie, you’re kinda late tonight.

Yeah, it was all taxes this weekend. 😭 Ugh. But it’s done. Let’s not talk about it anymore.

OK…So what’s new?

Back to work after time off. Adjusting and writing. I did watch the Ryan Gosling SNL episode. I laughed so hard.

I did get a manicure and pedicure - 💜 purple hehe!

I did read some fics this week:

1. Something Old by @fhatbhabie (Javi G x plus size female)

2. Sexting by @reallyrallyauthor (Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x You)

3. Enchanted to Meet You by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x f reader)

4. Fires at Midnight by @inept-the-magnificent (Lucian Flores x f reader)

5. A Midnight Plea by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

6. A Galaxy Far Far Away part 6: Halloween at Juniper Cottage - Pick your own pumpkin by @grogusmum (Din Djarin x earthling f reader)

7. I’ll Give You The Moon by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

8. Mi Santa by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

I did write some this week 👀 I’m sorry I’m advance. Things ended up dark. 😭 Those are marked with the red.

Back & Nose, Hair and Hat - (Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series)

Her smile was worth it - for the iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 (Pero Tovar modern AU DARK FIC)

Interlude Two - Tell me about her and Part Seven Merging the Star Clusters - (The Lake between us Series)

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes (DARK FIC) - Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff

Chapter 3: Can we talk for a minute? - This is the Neighborhood Din Series.

This week there were a few things, like the writing challenge 2.0 @iamasaddie put together. We sent in asks, pick a color (I did it to myself, I asked for mob enforcer- where else was the fic to go but dark?) Despite being kinda freaked out at what I wrote (I’ll need to process that later) I like it. I usually don’t do dark fics but given recent themes in my writing it’s there. 👀 So I’ll write it if it pops up in the brain.

And this past weekend (I totally missed but sweethearts @perotovar and @honeyedmiller tagged me in) was the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. From what I saw, people are writing fics for each other, making gif and moodboards and proving much needed friendship and fun. 😎

I’m sure there are other things. But I dunno what they are. 🤣 I hope everyone enjoys what they’re working on. And if you need to rest, drink some water, dance around, nap, all the things.

This week there will another chapter of Din’s neighborhood, I FINALLY have more Din fluff. Well in the neighborhood and Star Ocean Series. I should have another chapter of Benny and actual fluff post apocalypse. It escaped last week. So we’re bringing it back.

No more Ezra and his gumbo or tanktop 🥺 Part 8 will be up next Sunday. His prose will be no more for now. 🙃

My Frankie miniseries will be almost done. This Friday and the next Friday of my math is right. lol

Special thanks:

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings for finding an excellent pic of Frankie’s back and giving me notes on smut that I chose not to use for now

@connectioneverywhere for letting me talk their thumbs off and putting them to sleep. 🤣

@soft-persephone I see you 👀 Two words: Dem noses. 👃 You know. 😄

@megamindsecretlair You need to write about some curls! Telling me and Softie to write about them. You know which curls. 🤭

@soft-girl-musings Songbird, Cabbie and loud ass Marcello on drums. Why did I half expect him to be playing drums on SNL? 😂 He was wearing a very loud shirt so half credit.

@tinytinymenace it’s always fun seeing your namesake laying and just relaxing. 😎 With a dope poof.

@604to647 I really appreciated your ask and messages this week. 💜

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie ❤️❤️❤️

[depravity-n-savagery]

So does anybody else in the Billy Hargrove loving part of this fandom, have a thing for smoking? 👀

Yeah, we know. Smoking is bad for you, it kills you. Save your lungs. Don't smoke, kids! Stay in school! Ect ect...

「 Shotgun 」

✯ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: Just smutty smoking kink brain vomit. Plain and simple.

✯ CW: Smoking (lots of it), smut, oral sex (m receiving), dom!Billy, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, creampie, pain play

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 1.3k

✯ A/N: Just a short lil thing I thought about while I was writing Part 2 for Kiss, Marry, Kill (still coming soon). Had to make it a separate thing of course, because it's not fluffy at all 🤣🤣 just horny brain going brrrr. ♡

Billy plopped down on your couch with a huff. He laid back, manspreading with a lit cigarette between his lips. You just admired how damn good he looked from the other side of the room, ready to walk over to him and straddle his lap. Until his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh, babe." He pulls the cigarette away to exhale a thick puff of smoke, and points his finger towards the floor. "On your knees."

The rasp in his voice made you weak. Ready to do anything he requested, if he spoke like that. So you lowered down to your hands and knees, crawling slowly towards him as he curled his finger. Beckoning to you. Drawing you closer. "That's a good girl. You know what to do."

You did. This was a routine between you two when he was stressed. Goodness, was he stressed after today. Already on his third cigarette in the past two hours. He needed this. Needed your special brand of relief. The kind that had you immediately reaching to unbuckle his belt once you found yourself between his spread legs.

Billy carried on taking drags, not lifting a finger to help you free his cock from the confines of his jeans. All he did was sigh with relief when it finally escaped and sprung up, almost slapping you in the face. Wouldn't be the first time. You stroked him slowly, squeezing hard enough to feel his pulse in your hand. Anything to get a reaction.

"Are you gonna play with it, or get to the point?" He spat, looking down at you. The tone was harsh, but it was attention nonetheless. That was the game. Do something worthy of his attention, and you might be rewarded. So long as you do it in a timely fashion. Billy could be very impatient when he's riled up. Stress made him a ticking time bomb.

Your response was wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly and circling with your tongue. Teasing. Just before his hand came down on the back of your head. His hips rolled up, forcing his entire length into your mouth in one push. A satisfied groan leaving his mouth as he heard you gag. "If I have to fuck your throat to cum, then there's no reason for me to fuck your pussy. Right?"

Your eyes teared up, struggling to shake your head no in response to his words. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Only your relief was based on him railing you. Fucking you into the mattress like he wanted to drive you straight through the damn thing. He knew that. So he held it over your head whenever you misbehaved.

"No? Then be my good girl, and do what you're told."

He flicked ashes on to your back, where the bottom of your shirt rode up to expose your skin. You felt the heat for all of two seconds, but it was enough to make your eyelids flutter. Your throat relaxed, giving into the usual rhythm of taking his full size. He removed his hand once you started to move on your own. Slurping up the saliva that pooled and escaped the corners of your mouth. That earned you a genuine, full bodied moan. You cherished the sound. Aching to hear more.

Your body worked on autopilot, bobbing and slurping. Licking and stroking. Alternating back and forth between the two. At first he just continued to smoke his cigarette and stare at the ceiling, as if you weren't even there. The more effort you gave, the more you got from him. Pinching the cigarette so hard he almost crushed the filter. He held it away, squinting his eyes as he exhaled sharply. "Just like that, baby. Oohhh, that's so fucking good."

Internally you were beaming with pride, egged on by his praise as if he were giving you a medal for 'World's Best Cock Sucker'. You almost didn't care if he came in your mouth instead of buried deep inside your pussy. It would only fuel your ego (temporarily). But he was true to his word, and yanked your head up with his free hand. Bringing you face to drool-covered face with him. Not a care in a world for how messy you looked. He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, but stopped just as his lips brushed against yours. He made a small 'O' with his lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth. Which you inhaled greedily. Tasting the tobacco and leftover mint from his gum.

"Come up here and get your prize." He said with a wink. Letting you stand and hastily remove your pants and panties. You didn't even bother with getting completely naked. All he needed was access to your pussy. Access you would grant him any day of the week.

"I know you're too damn impatient to let me take you upstairs, so-" He patted his lap, pulling his pants down just enough to give him more movement in his hips and legs. "Skipped my core workout today anyway. So, I guess this kills two birds with one stone."

You straddled his lap, waiting for him to line himself up with you. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds to coat himself with your slick before he pulled you down. You were smart enough to not let the position fool you. Regardless of whether you were on top or not, he was the one fucking you. His hands planted, palms down, into the couch cushions beneath him for leverage. Feet planted as well. You readied yourself for the ride of your life, and mentally prepared for the stomach ache you'll be feeling all day tomorrow.

Up, up, and up. He thrusted upward with his full body, lifting his ass off the couch every time he stuffed his full length into you. Bouncing you on him like a bucking bronco. His cigarette (still tucked between his lips) was almost burned down to the filter, dropping ash on his exposed chest as he fucked you senseless. Either he was too focused to feel it, or didn't care. So you raised a shaky hand and plucked it out of his mouth, putting it to your own lips to take the last few pulls. You almost went into a coughing fit, inhaling smoke as a moan pushed it's way out of your mouth. It made him chuckle and fuck you harder. Huffing and groaning with sweat soaking the curls that bounced on his forehead.

He had to be stirring your intestines like pasta around a fork (although you knew that wasn't at all how anatomy worked). So impossibly deep, you felt like he was splitting you open. Breaking the dam of your climax that caused you make the space between you both so wet and slippery. Your eyes were all over the place, going in and out of focus. Catching glimpsed of his face, contorting as he succumbed to his own pleasure. "Do it." He pushed out between gritted teeth. "Put it out. I'm so close."

You nodded, unable to even speak but you understood what he wanted. You pulled the remains of the cigarette away from your mouth, pressing the lit tip of it to his abdomen. His whole body shook, vibrating as he cried out. Reaching his climax at the exact same time. His legs finally gave out, bringing you both down to a sweaty heap on the couch.

"Shit, Billy.. I don't wanna get sweat all in it. Let me clean it." You peeled yourself off of his sticky torso, looking down at the small circular burn on his skin. Fresh and red. He chuckled. "A little too late for that, darlin'. We can take care of that in a minute. Just..." Instead of finishing his sentence, he pulled you back in to his embrace. You wouldn't get too many mushy words out of him. Actions however, were more likely. He would show you how much he cares about you. Like now, pressing kisses to your forehead and the side of your face. Whatever surface was in reach. He didn't have to energy to bend and capture your lips.

"Better than fuckin' therapy." He sighed.

"Honey... That's concerning."

✯ A/N: I swear, I am scarring my roomate for life with all the random questions I ask him, for the sake of my smut. 🤣

Me: Hey roommate, you know about working out and shit, right?

Roommate: Yeah, I go to the gym-

Me: What's it called when you workout like this? *proceeds to lay on my back and pelvic thrust into the air like a damn fool* I know I've seen people do it with weights but I dunno the name.

Roommate: *sighs and reaches for vodka*

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short little smut-let. Part 2 of Kiss, Marry, Kill will be posted properly later today. ♡ Then I have a request to work on, and Part 2 of Until The Sun Comes Up.

Ao3, Masterlist, more links coming soon...

[yandere-wishes]

I don't think I'm neurodivergent but there is this phenomenon called maladaptive daydreaming. It's usually developed from a very young age by children who were bullied or bored, usually both. It's not classified as a mental illness but if it goes unchecked it can actually interfere with your life, so it should be managed.

One time when my parents were home I spent a good 9 hours just sitting on the couch, listening to music and swaying left right, left right, just making up scenarios. I didn't eat or go to the bathroom at all during those 9 hours. I was horrified when I saw how much had passed because it did NOT feel like it was that much.

Ana, the reason it's taken me 2 whole weeks to answer this is because you have utterly and wholly terrorized me. I relate to this so hard. 😭😭

quick question, did you have headphones on? And where you listening to new songs or your fav songs? Cause I can kinda get getting lost in a trance to new or fav songs and lose track of time dreaming of a perfect life. Still, nine hours is a LONG time. I'm surprised your parents didn't interfere. My parents see me doing anything "unproductive" for more than an hour and automatically they find something for me to do (usually some sort of chore our study topic) 😭🤣😭🤣

the thing with me is that I don't think I ever really stop daydreaming. It's never even at the back of my head either, it's always somewhere in the forefront no matter what I'm doing. Like some super normal thing will be happening and my brain just automatically goes "Okay here's a list of 10+ scenarios that could simultaneously be happening right now." You'd be surprised how many of those scenarios include fictional characters and my obvious need for real human interactions. Then before I know it I've completely lost track of what was/is happening in class.

That's also why I kinda need to associate what I'm studying with some sort of fictional media "theme" so 1) I can actually motivate myself to study and 2) even if I do black out and start daydreaming there's this little lifeline that can kinda drag me back.

I don't really think I'm neurodivergent either (although lately, I think that ADHD may be the explanation for a lot of things I do). I can't say I had the best childhood. Home life was perfectly fine, my dad was strict but my family was very loving. But I was bullied a lot in school. From elementary to middle school. I guess that's why I'm so obsessed with fictional characters. Because with them I can feel like I belong. I'm free to make up scenarios where everything is fine. Sorry, this got super sappy. 😣😆😣

On the bright side, I can now add "maladaptive daydreaming" as part of my skills in my resume 🤣🤣

[munsonownsmyass]

A Day to Remember

Ryan x reader

Summary: Yours and Ryan's first date doesn't exactly go as planned.

Notes: This is actually part 3 in a small series I'm making for Ryan. My brain just didn't want to get part 1 and 2 done first 🤣

So part 3 came first and are a part of the Thirsty for Cox writing challenge. The prompt was "I didn't picture spending my Valentine's in jail".

Also.... reader has a name. Annabelle Dutton. This is used maybe 3 times in all the parts I'm planning. But it's for a purpose and it's still a reader insert. No descriptions of her appearance. Thanks to @e-dubbc11 for help finding the name ❤️

Warning: fluff, kissing, dry humping, protected sex (Ryan is very responsible and very scared of John Dutton 🤣).

Stretching your back, you slowly start to feel the ache going through your body from the uncomfortable seat. The worn mattress on the bench beneath you had definitely seen better days. The coldness from the wall you’re leaned against is starting to set in and a slight shiver runs though you. Very cold and unwelcoming. As you shiver once more, you get why people hate it here.

Not long after a jacket is draped softly over your shoulders followed by a comforting hand on your head. “Well, I didn’t picture spending my Valentine’s Day in jail.” You chuckle softly, looking over at Ryan next to you. He just smiles before pulling you closer, trying to get you warm.

“Me neither, sugar, but you gotta admit. It’s a Valentine’s you won’t forget anytime soon.” He laughs, hands rubbing your arm and back gently. “And getting here was kinda fun.”

Not many things could rattle Ryan. With the life he lived on the Yellowstone ranch, he’d seen and tried it all. Deaths, fights, shootings, you name it. Yet now, he feels his hands get clammy and the nerves settling in. This was by far the most terrifying thing he’d done. Walking up to the door, he exhales sharply. Right now, he’d rather wrestle a bull than get the potential wrath of John Dutton. Still, he rings the bell.

After a long wait, John opens the door, clearly confused to see Ryan there. “What do you want? Is there a problem?”

“No. Mr. Dutton, I-” Ryan pauses, taking off his hat, nervously brushing off some dirt. “I’m here to pick up your daughter for a… a date.”

John frowns, looking over his shoulder towards the house where the voices of his family can be heard in the next room. Looking back at Ryan, confusion washes over John’s face. “Beth?!”

“No, Sir. I’m here for-”

“He’s here for me, daddy.” You sing behind him, giving John a quick peck on the cheek before snaking around him to go out the door. As soon as Ryan lays eyes on you, his smile widens. You wonder if you’ll ever tire of his smile and the way he lights up when he sees you. You take a step closer, taking his hand as a soft blush creep up your cheeks.

“Oh my. Darlin’, you look-” Ryan starts, but is cut of but your dad clearing his throat. He eyes Ryan with a killer look. He takes a step forward, looking Ryan dead in the eye. “Have her home by 10.”

“Daddy, I’m not a kid! I-”

“I said 10.” He cuts you off, before looking at Ryan again. “Ryan. That’s my baby girl. If anything happens…”

“Yes sir. I understand.”

Before John can say anything else, you drag Ryan down the stairs and towards the truck. You finally had a date with him after all this time and not even your dad could ruin it.

First stop was a spot you were all too familiar with. Ruby’s Café. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town, but it did mean a lot to you both. It was here he’d picked you up after your first drunken night, where you’d shared your first lunch off the farm and where you had first realized you had feelings for him. You had looked at him and Rip at the counter, his smile and laugh so infectious. When he locked eyes with you across the room that afternoon, you’d known right away that your heart would belong to no other.

The meal was good as always and the hours flew by. Never once an awkward moment, lots of laughs and memories shared. He tried to catch you up on everything that had been going on while you were away and you shared what you had done the last few years. Mostly you kept coming back to how much you had missed him and every time Ryan’s face lights up.

“Where can I take you now? Want a drink?” He asks as you leave Ruby’s, his voice dropping low as he closes the distance between you. One hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer. His finger hooks under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. Leaning down, your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

“No. Take me to your favorite spot instead.” You smile. A bar would be fine. You wouldn’t mind a drink, but you’d rather have him to yourself anywhere else. Ryan just smiles, his face telling you he knows exactly where to take you.

He takes you back to Yellowstone, on the outskirts of the park. Bordering on your family’s land, there is a clearing by the river. In the summer it’s a really popular spot for hikers, but there’s rarely anyone in the winter months. The weather is still a little cold, but Ryan pulls some blankets from the bed of his truck and place them on the ground. It’s all so perfect. The view over the Yellowstone, the sound of the coursing river next to you, stars above and moonlight to illuminate it all. But most importantly, Ryan by your side.

“You know…” He starts as you both sit down on one blanket, pulling the other around you. “I always dreamt of doing stuff like this with you one day.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t have taken you for such a romantic.” You tease as you nudge his side. Deep down your heart is threatening to burst through your chest, but you try to keep it cool. You love him so much and you know he cares about you too, but a part of you, the part who grew up on the Yellowstone and knows how life can be, is afraid to hope for too much.

“Only for you.” He smiles, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “But if you tell anyone else, I will deny it.”

“Of course you will.” You giggle, kissing his jaw. The whole ranch already knows how gone for you he is. He hasn’t been the same since you came back and honestly, neither have you. Ever since you got a second shot at happiness with Ryan, your whole world has turned around. A total cliché, especially on Valentine’s day, but the world is suddenly a better place with him in it and you never want to let him go.

Leaning into his touch, you kiss him. Softly at first, savoring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. But soon the kiss turns more passionate, hungry. Within minutes you’re straddling his lap, grinding against him, needy for more. You feel him harden, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans as you grind harder.

With greedy hands, you open his jacket, slowly moving to open his shirt. His hands are on you, moving under your jacket. The night is cold, but you don’t even feel the gush of wind on the sliver of exposed skin. You’re burning, the desire enough to keep the cold at bay. With the last button taken care of, your hands glide down Ryan’s exposed chest. But just as you reach for his belt buckle, he stops you.

“Sweetheart, maybe we should-” He breathes out, swallowing hard as he pulls away from you. “Maybe we should head home instead?”

“Yeah? To your bunk bed or my room… who’s right next to my dad’s?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. Ryan opens his mouth, probably to throw a sassy remark at you, but he just stops, smiling at you.

“Well, when you put it like that.” He shrugs before breaking into a grin. The grin quickly disappears though, when you grind your hips against him once more, making him moan under you. You’re playing dirty, you know it, but you want him and the hard bulge pressing against your already soaked core tells you he wants the same.

He lays you down gently, lips never leaving yours as his hands move to the bottom of your dress, fingers moving up your thigh as they push the dress up. Needy and unable to hold back any more, you open his belt buckle and pulling the zipper down. Any other time, you’d take your time, but right now you feel like you might die if you don’t feel Ryan inside you soon. So many years wanting this and you can’t wait a minute longer.

“Eager, are we?” He grins, sucking on your neck, surely leaving a mark that you would get teased about tomorrow. But you honestly don’t care.

“Shut up, Ryan and fuck me. Please.” You beg, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice as you roll your hips against him. Pushing away from you, Ryan sits back on his heels as he search his pockets for a condom. When he finds the little foil packet, he frantically push his jeans down and fumble with the rubber. You can’t help it and giggle softly at his desperation.

“Don’t laugh at me. The last thing I wanna do is get you pregnant. John would never forgive me.” He grins as he comes back down, hovering over you. Looking into your eyes, his soften, the desperation giving away to something more. His lips find your again, but gone is the primal hunger, left is only love. And as he kiss you deeply, he push in.

You gasp as he fills you, the stretch of his thick length beyond anything you could imagine. Slowly, he bottoms out, breathing hard at the feeling of you. “Fuck sweetheart.” He whisper against your neck, peppering your sensitive skin with soft kisses.

Little after little, he begins moving faster, thrusting into you harder. Your whole body feels alive under him and as he hits your sweet spot, again and again, you’re close to-

“Right, break it up.”

Frozen in place, you both stare to the side, finding one of the Donnie’s deputies pointing a flashlight at you. “Shit.” Ryan says through gritted teeth as the breaks away from you, making sure you’re covered. He helps you to your feet, doing his best to stand between you and the deputy until you’re decent.

“You have to come with me to the station.”

“Look, you’re clearly new.” Ryan turns and close his pants, reaching in to pull the rubber out. It springs off his cock, the end hitting his hand. He mutters under his breath, shaking off the pain, before he looks to the deputy again. “I’m Ryan. From the Yellowstone. Livestock agent. You don’t want to take me in.”

“Public indecency. There are campers on the other side of the river.”

And surely enough, further up on the opposite bank you see a small fire and some tents. Shit. You have no chance but to follow him down to the station.

“You think dad will be mad?” You ask, snuggling closer to Ryan. His hand comes to a rest on yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“Yes, he will.”

Looking up, you see your dad standing next to Donnie, a sour expression on his face. The door to the cell slides open and John gestures for you to follow. Eyes fixed on the ground, you avert his gaze as you walk past him. He stops Ryan in the door.

“Not you.” John removes his hand, looking into Ryan’s eyes. “I tell you to take care of my daughter and you get her arrested? You can spend the night here, I’ll send Rip after you in the morning.”

Knowing better than to argue with the boss, Ryan throws his hands up in defeat, sitting back down. Taking a hold of the bars, you look in at him with a smile. “Hi, Ry.” He looks up, those beautiful blue eyes finding yours and even now he can’t help but smile when he looks at you. Grinning, you blow him a kiss. “Best Valentine’s ever. I love you.”

“No, you don’t.” John groans, pushing you away from the bars. Ryan just grins, running to the bars, closing the distance between you.

“You love me? I love you too!” He shouts after you. Giving hell to your dad, you run back and give Ryan the biggest kiss through the bars, grinning like a fool. “I’ll make you mine one day, Annabelle Dutton.”

Before you can answer, John drags you out of the station and into his truck. The entire way home, you think about Ryan, already excited for your next date. Your dad would come around eventually… You hope… He’s a Dutton after all, so you never know.

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Bridgerton - A Brain Dump with Theories on Season 4

I skimmed An Offer from a Gentleman (Benedict's book) and am skimming/reading When He was Wicked (Francesca's book) over the weekend. And now I have theories and need to tell someone so I have more space in my brain.

I apologize for the disrespect of skimming, but I have the attention span and or patience of a goldfish. I am working on it. Promise 🤗

Anyway, below is why I think Benedict's book is next. Spoilers(?) below the cut. WARNING: Evidence is thin but hopes are high

In Benedict's book, Violet throws a masquerade ball right before she moves into a dower house which is where Benedict and Sophie meet. Violet moving out was mentioned early on in Season 3 Part 1. (I know they also discussed delaying it. Maybe we'll get more information in Part 2) But this might mean we'll get our masquerade soon 😁

Throughout the book, Whistledown chronicled what I've dubbed The Maid Wars in which everyone is stealing everyone else's lady's maids/housepeople (still calling it The Maid Wars. I should probably finish reading the book). This is also (somewhat) how Sophie comes to work for the Bridgertons. In Season 3 Episode 2, Lord Remington says Whistledown wrote about Lady Houghton stealing Lady Carter's housekeeper. The start of The Maid Wars? Laying the ground work for Sophie's appearance?

Season 3 Episode 3, Violet drops her glove and Lord Marcus Anderson - a potential love interest - picks it up. In the book, Sophie leaves Benedict with her glove as she flees from the ball. A clue? 🧐

My most convincing piece of evidence, though I was inebriated most of the weekend 🤭 Grass and "how it's so green"! 🤗 Season 3 Episode 3, Penelope tells Lord Debling that her favorite thing about nature is grass and that she loves it because it is green. In the book, Sophie tells Benedict her favorite color is green because she likes the way grass feels when she runs through it. Foreshadowing? Mad ramble? Who’s to say?

These points have me convinced that Benedict's story is next. However, in the book, he searches and pines for Sophie for two years. We could get a masquerade ball at the end of Part 2 and a Season 4 of angst. I'm not opposed but I really want to see Benedict get his season. His character in the show and book are so fun and funny. I’m so excited and impatient for his season. 😬

How I feel right now 🤣:

Other random theories if you're still here

Season 3 will end with all three Featherington sisters giving birth. Penelope will be the only one to have a boy and Colin will jokingly be called Lord Featherington by his family for the rest of his life.

We will meet Micheal Stirling briefly or as one of those "Meet my cousin" and then fade to black (Hate when that happens. The cruelest tease really. Though it would fit Michael.)

Cressida will marry Lord Debling and travel with him to get away from her family.

The Stirlings will be re-written as twins. In Francesca's book, they are cousins, but their fathers are twins. Why not put that in the show and capitalize on the acting talents of Victor Alli? (I haven't actually seen his other works. I just like how he plays John.)

The just-for-fun theory - Sophie will be re-written to be the illegitimate child of one of Queen Charlotte's sons. Why write the fantastic line "virgins to the left of me, whores to the right" if you're not going to have fun with it?

Thank you for coming to my brain dump. We'll see how it all plays out. 😊

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Hey, hi, hello, greetings, sul sul!

So I know I've been a little quiet lately on the Sims CC front, so I thought I'd update you all on what stage I'm up to on each project:

1. The Elderwood Manor Build

I was working on testing this build for functionality etc, and tried to test in different spots in the neighbourhood, and that's when I discovered some broken terrain in the back of the lot (where the terrain slopes from road height to the beach). I've tried to fix it, haven't had any success yet. So I may end up having to either:

Do more heavy research on how to repair just the broken part - putting off uploading it until fixed, or

Remaking the build as close as possible to how it currently looks but on a flatter beach lot to avoid breaking terrain

Either way, it's unfortunately not ready to post for you all to enjoy just yet, I'M SORRY!!! 😭😭😭 I was really hoping to post it but I'd rather not give you guys a broken lot.

I haven't made basically any progress on this outfit since I last shared a texture WIP here. No excuse really, just taking on too much for my little pea-sized brain to handle and can feel the ADHD burnout creeping in so I don't wanna push myself too hard. Making my CC textures is exhausting, and takes a very big toll on ye olde✨mental✨ so I promise it will get done, but I just require some time to recharge so that way I can share the best possible retextures for you all to enjoy.

2. The Harlow Jumpsuit outfit

This one is about 75 to 80% complete. It's another very time consuming project, with the screen recording, video editing, voice over recording, blah blah blah. The biggest problem I have is that I feel the need to announce when I'm working on something (to build interest and anticipation for what's to come) but then take ages to finish it - which leaves people wondering if I'm just full of shit or actually going through with it 😂😂but I promise the tut is happening still!

3. Retexturing YouTube Tutorial

Don't expect this one anytime this decade🤣 I have no idea what I'm doing so I'm winging it entirely. Watch this space though, because who knows maybe I'll just magically find the willpower and mental capacity to figure it all out.

4. Stretched earlobe mesh

And...5. Whatever this hair is

So I did a recolour of a base game hair to make an undercut bun hairstyle (that's accurate to my real life five-head)...not sure if anyone would ever even want this in their game. So far I haven't gotten around to binning it, or even making it in different hair colours. It's also just using a Maxis texture I stole from a different hair and reworked to fit this one. But anyway, that one...exists...for some ungodly reason 😅😂

If you read this far, and haven't given up on me or this page yet then I'm eternally grateful (and slightly confused, but I won't question your intentions 😝)

To be honest with you all, I've got a heap of stressful shit going on in the real worldz right now so bear with me and I'll eventually work through the current projects I'm yet to finish.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 - L'Rae