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luvontour · 1 year
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❥ . . jealousy, jealousy > joe goldberg
- joe’s happy you’re making friends in london, until he notices the way that stupid writer looks at you.
joe’s hand settles on your hip as soon as the door closes behind him. it’s become a habit since your early stages of relationship. he simply follows as you say your hellos and press your cheek against other girls’ faces with loud kissing noises.
from what you told him, he wasn’t really interested in meeting your friends, if anything he thought of them as one of the many reasons he clung to you a little bit tighter every morning
“y/n, you made it!” joe watches as a peppy blonde throws her arm over your shoulder, not minding how the two of you were almost tangled together.
“hi! phoebe, this is my husband, joe” the blonde brightens up (something joe thought impossible) when you present him. he only nods with a small smile and shakes her hand, despite her attempts of hugging him.
she smiles “come, come. i have to introduce someone to you”
his hand burns into your side, fragments of earlier and your poor attempt of a quickie still in your head as the two of you follow after your friend(ish) to a secluded bar. where a pale, almost your height man sat, swirling his shot of whiskey in its glass. joe recognized him immediately. it’s rhys montrose, the writer nadia had been talking to him about earlier.
“rhys! y/n, the girl i had been talking to you about and her husband joe”
“it’s my pleasure” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. joe doesn’t miss the way his eyes roam you over, throwing the cleavage of your dress a longer stare, he watches you all over, probably imagining lewd scenarios only your husband was lucky to experience.
he wants to leave then and there, but he wants to give it a chance, for you. he can’t think of another reason as to why he would sit there and gulp through this guy’s staring and his always dismissed attempts at flirting with you.
he sees a perfect window when you excuse yourself from the group, something about the powder room, which you never get to, because along the way, he manages to sneak the two of you off to one of many guest rooms.
he knows you felt it too, the way rhyse was staring and making inappropriate jokes, undermining joe and your relationship, inviting you on many scenarios in which he wasn’t included, he doesn’t need anything other than his rough lips and kisses to express what he’s feeling right now.
angry, jealous, possessive? those were just a few of the feelings coursing through him as he moans into your mouth, caving and letting your fingers tangle in his hair and steer him around like a puppy.
“please” your plead breaks him, you look so pretty like this, everytime, even if you were worse than him, kinkier, dirtier, he adored having you like this, under his frame, blushed, sweaty and with your chest racing as if you had just gone running.
“i don’t know doll, what exactly are you asking me for?” his nose nips at your cheek and so do his lips, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he waits for an answer
“fuck me.” he groans when you whisper so sweetly. “please, i want you inside me”
“fucking hell” he struggles to pull away from you even slightly. “you just know i can’t resist when you ask me like that”
there’s some fumbling, but he manages to fish himself out of his pants, tucking your thin underwear to the side before he easily sinks inside you. the two of you make animalistic- guttural sounds at the feeling, and he can’t help when he says
“can’t believe that guy thinks he even has a chance” he chuckles against your jaw before nipping at it, and he just stares. at your furrowed brows, your parted lips. and he listens to your whiny noises and how needy you get for him, and he feels complete.
not as fulfilled as he feels though when he’s sure rhys has heard you, moaning his name over and over until you come.
“y/n?” there’s some incessant knocking, and a faux concerned man on the other side. “are you okay in there darling? you’ve been a while”
“y-yes. yes! im good rhys. i’ll be out in a minute, i think”
“is there anything i can do to help?” god, you wish you could see the two of you from afar. joe’s nibbling at your jaw and neck while your arms around his own keep you closer than ever, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clench your pussy around him. you can’t pretend you’re just touching up your makeup in there. you can care less if the man is waiting for a response, the way joe whispers against you both reassurance and degradations sends shocks of electricity to your poor and abused bundle of nerves.
“are you gonna come?” he chuckles “come on my dick baby, let him hear you. let him know he will never be inside you. that he will never make you feel this good. show him”
“fuck- joe. i’m so close, please”
“i know angel, i’ve got you.” almost on purpose, his hips slam deeper and faster, his thumb quickly presses back and forth on your clit and with his beard grazing against your neck it all becomes too much for you to take. and you’re soon shaking around him, biting his lip after a chain of profanities and his name that you hoped were masked by the music playing outside.
all of this, unaware of the encounter your husband was going to have just outside the door with the relentless writer who did in fact hear everything that just went down
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Crazy in Love
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Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…
Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!
Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.
Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.
He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.
“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.
I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.
Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.
The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.
“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.
The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.
You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.
I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.
You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.
With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.
You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.
You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.
After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.
I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.
Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.
Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.
You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.
“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.
Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.
Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.
“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.
THE NEXT DAY
We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.
After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.
“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.
I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…
Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾
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perkqularkreashions · 6 months
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Last Nice Guy in New York??
Part Two: Living with the Enemy
Prompt: YN is close friends with Peach, Annika, Beck, and Lynn. She doesn't fit into their circle, nor does she try to. Joe soon sets his sights on YOU, leading to a domino effect within Y/N's life.
Requested: YES | Requested are OPEN|
YN's POV
PEACHES grabbed my arm slightly; her eyes wandered over my face, and I thought I saw something in them other than narcissism and an inflated ego for a brief moment. They were soft, a look ventured across her features, and her touch was more delicate. “YN,” she calls out in a tone I barely recognized. She saw it. 
I retorted, “Peaches, I have to get going. I have this thing to do for class. But I will see you tonight.” She reluctantly nodded, pushing her lips together in a frown. She turned away, returning to our group of friends. Beck stared apologetically for a moment before turning away with them. Some days, I didn’t feel a part of the friend group; I didn’t live the same life they lived, nor did I want to fake it like Beck does. I couldn’t buy expensive jewelry or spend every day at a high-end coffee shop wasting 15 dollars on coffee and a bagel. I worked on campus as a TA/Tutor, allowing me to qualify for financial aid/assisted living, and being a single parent also helped secure those benefits.
The wind caressed my skin, and the smell of gasoline and pastries filled my nose—the loud chatter of the busy streets surrounded me. I pushed open the solid oak doors, the smell of baby powder, formula, and paper. I was thankful that the Daycare Center was on the third floor, away from prying eyes and judgmental glares. I tapped my toe gently in the elevator as I watched the numbers dance from 1 to 2 and dinging at 3. Hand-painted pictures scattered the walls, bringing life to the dull ward of the campus. Hand turkeys and finger-printed flowers. Photos of children with their names along with their likes and dislikes. I was then greeted by Jessica, one of the students in the Teaching Program –she smiled widely at me as she stood up for a hug. Her arms wrapped around me, her fragrance engulfed as she tried masking the smell of throw-up and other fluids. “Hey YN! Long time no see.” 
A responded with a bright smile, “I know you’ve been gone for some weeks. I think Rafi was starting to miss you too.” she laughed brightly with a toothy grin. She moves away from me, leaving me alone in the hallway. I move away from the receptionist's desk. I stare at the art, my finger dancing against the groves of the crayons and paint. I heard his soft babble; swiftly, I turned around and saw his bright, toothless smile. 
“It’s mama! Look, it’s mama,” she cooed, pointing her finger toward me. I smiled, adjusting my bag and taking him into my arms, momentarily kissing the corner of his head. The anxiety flushing away as he was safe in my arms. “He hasn’t been around the last month from what I heard; keep doing what you’re doing,” she comforts me, her hand resting on my shoulder. I nodded frantically as I moved away from her. 
The ride home was comforting; the soft sound of jazz filled my ears as the mild breeze ran through the enclosed back seat. Rafael slept peacefully in my lap, my fingers dancing against his ravenous locks. I despised that he looked like his father, from his button nose to the beauty marks that scattered his face and arms. He scrunched his face similarly to his father's when thinking or concentrating on a task. He wore a gold bracelet his mother gifted us when he was born. Says that all the men in their family must have one. I contemplated taking it off, but I never found the courage to.
“I’m thankful for him, you know — I am going to be a better father than my dad ever was.” He stared at him, his hand caressing his face, pressing gentle kisses on his skin. “You’re here,” he whispers, “Finally, here.”
“Ma’am, we’re here,” a voice cuts through my wandering mind. My eyes focused on the man in front of me. A sympathetic smile washed over his lips. 
I mumbled out a thanks before exiting the cab. I pressed the fob to the door, yanking it open as I hurriedly moved in. “Hey, YN!” an excited voice shouts out from the top of the stairs. Her feet paddle against the floor as she peaks over the guard rail. 
“Finally, you’re here! I have been calling out to you all evening!” she jumps in front of me as she smiles at Rafi. I move past her, fiddling my key in the keyhole as I push into the apartment. Her chocolate skin illuminated under the dim lighting in the apartment. Her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail that was loosened ever so slightly. “So, you have a date tonight?”
I laughed, tossing a look over my shoulder. 
“Come on, I’m 18 — practically an adult!” she plops down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath as she looks at me with frustration and curiosity. 
“It’s a party for a friend.” I laid Rafael down in the crib, moving all the blankets and toys I tossed in earlier this morning. “I don’t do dates, Nicole, we already spoke about this,”
She laughs, “You have a 7-month baby; you do more than date.” 
I scoffed in her direction, letting a smile hang on my lips. She giggles at me before her eyes move back to her phone. Her fingers were rapidly typing before her attention turned back to mine. “How’s Rafael’s dad doing?”
I stiffened as I moved to the closet, changing out of my clothes. Pulling on a simple dress, emerging from the closet, I posed slightly. “Approval?”
“Absolutely not,” she laughs, “What kind of party– it doesn’t even matter. We need to get you laid!”
“I don’t need to get anything, I just wanna look nice.”
“You can look nice and edible,” she laughs, “How about a little more boobies and less leg? Something to keep their mind wandering but begging for more.” I pulled out, a periwinkle dress, with a bit of cleavage and less leg; I brushed my hands down my hair, moving them behind my ear.
“Ta-da?” I hummed out, her eyes brightening as she offered me an excited smile. “Yes, now go find Rafael a step-daddy!” 
I roll my eyes, moving out of the apartment and waving her goodbye. She was a sweet girl, just graduated high school and looking for some work while she applied to universities. Her mom and dad are professors at Brown and thought it’d be a good idea to push her in the direction of teaching – in their words, “showing her responsibility through taking care of the lives of others. How the responsibility of molding a young mind can be beneficial.” 
Arriving at Peach’s house was always distasteful, the high-brow society looking down at me, seeing me as the new charity case for her to pick at and display. I didn’t fit into their society, no matter how often Peaches and Annika tried. “Beckalicious,” I heard over the roar of the chatter; she was usually so easily seen and heard no matter where she stood. 
“Is this Joseph?” her voice shrilled in disdain, her arm snaked around Beck with a feigned smile. I chuckled at her momentarily, before returning my attention to the trays of wine that moved about. 
“YN,” I heard a voice call out, a hand snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. I froze; the smell of champagne and cheese filled my nose. “I was hoping to run into you! I missed you!” I spun around seeing Liam Hastings; his hair pulled out his face as he wore a chestnut brown jacket with a navy blue button shirt, his chest slightly showing as he flashed me a smile. 
“It’s like after you broke up Rafael, you just fell off the face of the earth!” he shouts, his hand slapping against my shoulder as he swallows a nod. 
“Just wasn’t the crowd I wanted to be around,” I whispered; he tugged me closer. I clenched my hands, letting this reach his chest, trying to pry us apart. I could feel the air leaving me; my chest got tighter with every breath I took. 
“He looks for you, says— you know what he says to me. Keep an eye on you!” he drunkenly laughs; I yank myself away. I found myself, darting up the stairs and escaping to Peaches’s library. 
“I’m pregnant,” I cry out. Peach sank to her knees, her hand snatching at my wrist; she examined them momentarily. “I don’t want to have his baby! It was one night and I– I”
“Calm down, little dove, please. It hurts me to see you cry,” she whispers. I flinched away from her as she tried wiping the tears away. Realizing washes over her, her face turns cold as she studies me. “YN”
She called out my name; I didn’t have an answer, nor did I want to answer. “Y/N, Hello!”
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a soft voice called, “Hello.” I spun around. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, I'm sorry. I’m in my little world,” I chuckle, moving my hair behind my ear. I studied how his face was tightly wound together, his shoulder tense, and his brows furrowed with frustration and thought. I recognized him, the infamous Joe Goldberg that Beck had mentioned. “Joseph, right?”
He shakes his head, “Joe, just Joe.” he forces a smile on his lips. His eyes wandered to the bookshelf before back at me. 
“Well, Just Joe, I’m YN; I wish I could say we would meet under better circumstances, but–” I laughed momentarily, letting my head fall to my feet. “This is probably the best you’ll get.” He chuckles; it was lighthearted– it filled the air so gently. 
“Y/N…?” my name played on his lips. He repeated it a couple of times before silencing. “You’re one of Peaches's friends.”
“Don’t let her catch you saying that,” I laugh. “If she catches you humanizing her too much, she’ll lose her shit. She’s a cold-hearted bitch, but I love that about her.”
“Isn’t she your best friend?” He teased; for a moment, I thought, honest to God, she was everything I needed her to be. She was a cold and calculated bitch, but it didn’t change the fact that when she looked at me, I mean really looked at me… she saw me. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I belong in her world,” I whispered. I begin to move past him; his hand grabs my upper arm. His touch was gentle and inviting. His thumb gently caressed my exposed skin, his eyes resting on my shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat. The noise drowned out, the soft hum of the music, the clanking of glasses, and the chatter of drunken adults. The expectations to be perfect melted away. The world slowly sunk around me. Our eyes finally met. 
Carefully, I whispered to him. “Enjoy the party, just Joe.” His grip loosened as the noise around us resumed. I was warped back into the party. 
Peaches watched me, her eyes dark and cold. Her hand yanked at my arm as she dragged me closer to her. A dark smile washed on her face. “I saw that.”
“Peaches, let it go,” I whispered; she yanked me closer to her. She scoffs lightly. "It was nothing."
“Stealing Beck’s boyfriend too.” Her words slurred slightly, her tongue tripping over the slight syllabus. Her eyes were red and hanging low; she took pills. “Do you realize how pathetic you look?” I stiffened, holding my head away from her. 
“Peach, leave it!” I whisper, my voice weakly danced away in the wind. 
“Just like how you stole Sophia’s boyfriend, you steal Becks lowly boy toy?” her voice growing louder, capturing everyone’s attention. Eyes shift, and the music decreases with each word that Peach spews. “Do you realize how you look? I am just trying to protect you!”
“Peach, please,” I begged.
“It’s like you’re trying to win a game that no one else is playing – what getting fucked once at my house isn’t enough?” Silenced washed over us; my throat stung as I watched her. My lips parted as I tried to find the words to combat her statement, to find something to make this seem like banter. My face grew hot, and all I could do was stare at her, tears falling against my cheeks freely and tickling my chin and chest. “YN-” she begins to stutter, her face contorting gently. 
“I have to go, Peach,” I whispered, ducking past her as I moved past the crowd. The fresh air slammed against my face, and I sucked in gently, trying to gather as much composure as possible. 
Fuck me and fuck her.
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fictitiousmagines · 7 months
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You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4
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You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.
And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.
You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.
"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.
I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.
It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.
Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.
When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.
"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"
I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.
It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.
Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.
I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.
I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.
Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.
My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.
You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.
"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."
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alphabctboy · 2 years
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Are Joe Goldberg fics still a thing???
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voxmortuus · 9 months
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Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?
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✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧
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The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.
Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.
"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.
"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.
You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."
"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.
You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.
Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.
You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.
You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.
"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.
All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.
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senamarais · 9 months
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My Favourite Screenshots from Gossip Girl: Season Three, Part 1.
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f4llen4st4r · 10 months
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joe goldberg masterlist
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REQUESTS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ open !
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[coming soon]
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starryeyedadmirer · 11 months
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✨He’s so adorable when he’s eating🥰!!!✨
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strideofpride · 2 years
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I’ve never watched Riverdale beyond the pilot but I just accidentally stumbled upon a recap of the season finale before the final season and like…the way those 30 somethings were probably all so happy to be done with playing high school characters only for the writers to be like…surprise! We’re resetting the entire show, you’re playing high school again lolololol I would quit on the spot
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laf-outloud · 7 months
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https://www.thewrap.com/gossip-girl-taylor-momsen-jared-padalecki-crush/
“I had a huge crush, like my first childhood crush was on Jared Padalecki,” Momsen told “Podcrushed” co-host and her fellow “Gossip Girl” star Penn Badgley. Momsen revealed that the first time she saw the “Supernatural” and “Gilmore Girls” star, she had “never been so starstruck in my life.” “I went up and I was like, ‘He’s gonna fall in love with me. I’m in love with him. How can he not fall in love with me?’ and I went up to him and said ‘Hi,’ and he was so tall, and I had to look way up,” Momsen said. “He was nice, but he didn’t love me back, so that was my first love, my first heartbreak all in one fell swoop.” From that moment forward, Momsen decided she was going to wear heels “all the time.” “Because if I had only been taller, Jared would’ve loved me,” Momsen joked.
This is a cute little story. Love how she decided to wear heels because if she was taller Jared might have loved her lol.
I read this happened when she was 11 so it's even cuter! Thanks for sharing, anon!
And that's why Jared is so often on the "Where are they now lists" for early 2000's teen heartthrobs! I imagine he was a crush for a lot of people!
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luvontour · 1 year
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❥ . . kiss me like you mean it > joe goldberg
he’s been thinking about you all day, how he overheard you talking about him to your friends.. he’s never really been full of himself, but the way you talked him up and told your friends all about how good he made you feel, how big you thought he was, he couldn’t wait to get home and make you feel all the better and listen in while you tell them.
joe tries to fast forward through all the formalities, walking home, putting down his belongings and getting to you. just the sight makes him hard, you look so innocent, so delicate watching the tv in a t-shirt and fuzzy shorts. and you greet him with the sweetest smile. he can’t believe this is his life. it all worked out. this was his happily ever after.
“hi” he sighs, smiling blissfully when his lips touch yours. he’s thrown an arm over your shoulders, and his other hand cups your jaw. “mm- something on your mind sweets?”
“you” a whimper leaves you when he cups you over your shorts.
“then come on, kiss me like you mean it” he’s chuckling as he tightens the hand on your jaw and presses harder kisses on your lips. his hands are calloused, rough, but just as the sting of his beard, they’re something you now can’t live without. “i heard you the other day” his eyes focus on your red- swollen lips, even as he tugs on the bottom one with his thumb
“hm?” for better comprehension, you pull away from joe and stare at his eyes, waiting for elaboration.
“i think it’s cute that you talk to your friends about me” he makes sure to initiate eye contact when he slithers his hand inside your shorts. the pads of his fingers move expertly on your clit, they gather your slick spreading it around and using it to draw circles and figure 8’s slowly and torturously knowing it’s just how you like.
“joe..” your fingers play with his beard next, gasping at his moving fingers. he only hums as a response and nudges your cheek with the tip of his nose.
“i want to take my time with you sugar” joe always thought he had a deadline, to find the right woman, to settle down and marry, but you make him feel like he has all the time in the world. you make him want to enjoy all the little things and take his time. you’re all he thinks about every day, every second, even when he’s supposed to be discussing british literature he can’t stop thinking about you.
he gently carries you with an arm under your legs and another around your shoulders, as if you were his bride which (to be honest, you soon were about to be anyway) and leads the two of you to your room, where he makes sure to spend all night showing you how much he loves you
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soob1nn · 5 months
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PREMIERES AND EVENTS - ADULT FAME DR
REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍
Premieres, in the world of entertainment, are truly a grand spectacle, a moment when a new work of art is unveiled to the world. These events mark the culmination of countless hours of creativity, hard work, and dedication by filmmakers, actors, and production teams. Premieres are where the magic of cinema, theater, music, or any other artistic creation comes to life on the big stage, captivating audiences and leaving a lasting impact. They are a celebration of storytelling and a platform for artists to share their craft with the world, making premieres an essential and thrilling element of the entertainment industry.
LITTLE WOMEN PREMIERE
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Attending the premiere of "Little Women" was a night to remember. I decided to don a stunning long dress, a unique creation that combined the elegance of pink on top with the vibrancy of green in the skirt. Walking the red carpet hand in hand with my recent husband, Penn Badgley, we made quite the entrance, and the buzz around us was unmistakable.
The premiere turned into an unexpected revelation as the news of our recent marriage broke out. It was a pleasant surprise to share this personal milestone with the world, and the warm wishes from the fans and media made the night even more special.
The cast, with whom I had formed a deep bond during the filming of "Little Women," gathered for photos, exuding a sense of unity and camaraderie. We were a family, celebrating not only the film but also our shared journey.
Amid the glitz and glamour, interviews were a chance to reflect on the film's significance and our roles in bringing these beloved characters to life. It was a moment of pride and nostalgia, looking back on the hard work and dedication that had gone into the production.
The screening of "Little Women" was a true delight, shared with esteemed guests, friends, and fellow cast members. The collective emotions in the theater, the laughter, and the tears, added to the film's impact.
The night ended with a lively party, where we all let loose and celebrated the success of the film. Laughter, music, and heartfelt conversations filled the room as we celebrated not only the movie but also the bonds we had forged. It was a night where we all ended up a little drunk but had an enormous amount of fun, creating memories to cherish for a lifetime.
KNIVES OUT PREMIERE
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On the unforgettable night of the "Knives Out" film premiere, I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Stepping onto the red carpet, I wore a stunning purple dress with elegant sleeves and paired it with high purple heels. The ensemble made me feel like a true Hollywood star, and the cameras flashing in all directions only added to the thrill.
Adding to the specialness of the evening was the fact that my companion for the night was none other than Penn Badgley, my husband at that time. Our smiles were contagious as we interacted with fans and reporters, sharing our enthusiasm for the film.
Amidst the flashing lights and the buzz of the premiere, the cast and crew gathered for photographs, creating lasting memories of the evening. The camaraderie we had developed on set was evident as we posed for pictures, and the sense of unity among us was palpable.
Later, Chris Evans, who played Ransom, and I found ourselves in interviews, discussing the intricacies of our characters and the joy of being a part of this talented ensemble. It was a moment to reflect on the hard work and dedication that had brought "Knives Out" to life.
The film screening was a highlight of the night. We watched the movie alongside the esteemed guests and colleagues who had contributed to this cinematic masterpiece. The reactions of the audience were exhilarating, and the applause at the end of the film was a testament to the collective effort we had put into making it a success.
After the screening, we let our hair down and celebrated at a lively party. Laughter, music, and spirited conversations filled the room as we all relished the success of the film. It was a night to remember, one where we all let loose and reveled in the joy of the moment, toasting to the magic of storytelling and the bond we had formed as the "Knives Out" cast.
OSCARS 2020
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At the Oscars in 2020, I made quite the statement with my attire, wearing a half-red dress on top and a light baby red skirt on the bottom. The striking combination exuded confidence and style, as I had recently gone through a divorce from Penn and wanted to showcase my independence and strength, looking both sexy and savage on the red carpet.
My presence at the Oscars that year was as a presenter for the "Best Director" category, which turned out to be a historic moment when Bong Joon-ho won for his exceptional film, "Parasite."
Interestingly, I attended the event by myself, walking down the iconic red carpet, making a statement not just with my attire but also with my confident solo appearance.
The night was bittersweet, with interviews that focused more on my recent divorce than my upcoming projects, which I was eager to discuss. Despite the distractions, I managed a few interviews, trying to steer the conversation towards my professional endeavors.
The evening culminated in a grand Oscar party, where attendees indulged in revelry. We all celebrated, unwinding with a bit too much to drink, and had a lot of fun, forging new connections and celebrating the artistry of the film industry.
EMMYS 2021
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At the 2021 Emmys, I graced the event in a stunning blue marble dress, accentuated with elegant long sleeves, signifying a fresh start as the quarantine had recently come to an end.
What made the evening even more special was attending alongside my boyfriend at that time, Robert Pattinson. Although we weren't nominated for any awards, we had the privilege of being invited to the show, making it a memorable night for both of us.
Rob and I seized the opportunity to capture some beautiful photos on the red carpet, basking in the attention from the cameras and the shared experience of the event.
During interviews, we candidly discussed our exciting future projects and offered glimpses into our relationship, sparking interest and admiration from our fans and the media.
The night concluded with a lively Emmy after-party, where we mingled with industry colleagues and friends. As the night went on, laughter, music, and a few too many drinks added to the festive atmosphere, creating lasting memories of a night filled with fun and celebration.
OSCARS 2022
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At the Oscars in 2022, I graced the event in a beautiful, voluminous, long cream dress, exuding elegance and style as I walked down the red carpet.
I had the pleasure of attending the Oscars with my father, Hugh Jackman, making it a memorable family affair. Together, we celebrated the magic of cinema and the incredible talents of the evening.
My role that night was as a presenter for the "Best Original Screenplay" category, and I had the honor of announcing Kenneth Branagh's "Belfast" as the winner. It was a moment filled with pride and excitement.
Hugh and I took the time to capture some cherished photos on the red carpet, relishing the moment together. We also engaged in interviews, sharing our thoughts on the event and the joy of being part of the Oscars.
The night concluded with a grand Oscar after-party, where we joined fellow industry colleagues and friends in celebration. As the evening went on, laughter, music, and a few drinks added to the festivities, creating enduring memories of a night filled with joy and camaraderie.
TOP GUN MAVERICK PREMIERE
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At the premiere of "Top Gun Maverick," I wore a stunning blue dress, which perfectly complemented the theme of the evening. To add an extra touch of glamour, I adorned myself with a very expensive Tiffany necklace featuring a captivating blue jewel. My intention was to exude sophistication and make a lasting impression on the red carpet.
Interestingly, I attended the premiere alone, which allowed me to focus on the excitement surrounding the event and the film.
Things got quite wild when Miles and I, who had shared a past romantic connection, took pictures together on the red carpet. The paparazzi frenzy was fueled by the fact that our characters in the film had a relationship, leading to a flurry of rumors and speculations.
The interviews that followed were indeed awkward, with interviewers consistently bringing up the topic of our past relationship and delving into personal details that weren't rooted in reality. The persistent questioning about whether we had rekindled our romance or if Miles was getting divorced added to the discomfort.
Rumors and speculations began to swirl, and both Miles and I found it challenging to deal with the unwanted attention. While we shared a mutual respect and affection, it was important to clarify that we had moved on and maintained separate lives.
After the screening of "Top Gun Maverick," we joined the other guests for a grand premiere party. As the night unfolded, we all indulged in the festivities, including a few too many drinks, and enjoyed a night filled with laughter and camaraderie, putting the rumors aside and focusing on the celebration of the film.
THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO PREMIERE
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As I graced the premiere of "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo," my choice of attire was nothing short of remarkable. I opted for an attention-grabbing white dress that perfectly accentuated certain features, and it was elegantly adorned with long black sleeves and other black accessories. The ensemble not only added a touch of sophistication but also ensured I stood out on the red carpet. With each step, I aimed to exude a sense of luxury and make a lasting impression on this extraordinary occasion.
Adding to the evening's grandeur, my current boyfriend, Taron, accompanied me to the premiere. We walked the red carpet together, turning heads and sharing the joy of the night as we posed for photos, basking in the attention.
What made this night even more remarkable was the fact that, in many ways, I felt like I was channeling Evelyn Hugo herself. The character I portrayed in the film had become a part of me, and walking the red carpet, adorned in my elegant attire, I couldn't help but embrace the essence of Evelyn's charm and charisma.
The premiere proved to be a resounding success on multiple fronts. Everyone in attendance couldn't help but appreciate not only my stunning appearance but also the outstanding performance I delivered in the film. It was a night filled with admiration and celebration, where the hard work and dedication that went into the project were recognized and celebrated.
The screening of "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" with the guests in attendance was a true highlight. The room was filled with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the film unfolded on the big screen. The collective emotions, the laughter, and the occasional tear made it clear that the film had left an indelible mark on its audience.
Following the screening, we all gathered for a grand premiere party. As the night unfolded, we embraced the lively atmosphere, mingling with industry colleagues and friends, and enjoying a few too many drinks. Laughter and music filled the air, creating a warm and welcoming environment for all. The night was one to remember, marking not only the success of "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" but also the camaraderie and joy that comes with celebrating a creative endeavor of this magnitude.
OSCARS 2023
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The Oscars in 2023 was a night I'll cherish forever, as I had the honor of being nominated for "Best Actress" for my portrayal of Evelyn Hugo. For this momentous occasion, I chose to wear a stunning black dress adorned with glitter in the short sleeves, paying homage to the timeless elegance of "Breakfast at Tiffany's." Adding to the allure, I accessorized with exquisite jewelry from Tiffany and Co., making sure to capture the essence of classic Hollywood glamour.
Accompanying me to the Oscars were two of the most important people in my life: my current boyfriend, Taron Egerton, and my father, Hugh Jackman. The red carpet was a family affair, filled with love, support, and shared anticipation.
The competition in the "Best Actress" category was nothing short of legendary. I found myself in the company of renowned actresses like Angelina Jolie, Salma Hayek, Emily Blunt, and Cate Blanchett. The nomination alone was an incredible achievement, but little did I know that the night held something even more extraordinary in store.
As the awards ceremony unfolded, my heart raced with anticipation, and when my name was called as the winner of the Oscar for Best Actress, it was a moment of sheer elation. The recognition of my performance as Evelyn Hugo was a culmination of hard work, passion, and dedication to the craft of acting.
Following the awards, we all came together for a grand Oscar after-party, where we indulged in lively celebrations. Laughter, music, and perhaps a few too many drinks defined the night, making it a memorable and joyous occasion for all. It was an evening where we, the nominees and winners, set aside competition to come together and share the magic of the film industry, celebrating our collective achievements and the timeless art of storytelling.
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castial · 1 year
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I would like to know what Penn Badgley thinks about "goldrose" there is no one who hates Joe more than him and obviously he doesn't ship him with anyone (i agree) but I wonder what he thinks about shiping Joe with someone who only exists in his imagination.
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fictitiousmagines · 11 days
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You've already got me wrapped around your finger part 6
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It was a little too easy to slip inside your quaint little house. You need to be more careful. You were at an all day appointment with your dad. The perfect time to check up on you. There's an urgency that overrides all reason. A deep need to see this area of your life that you seem to hide.
You don't need to hide from me. There's no need to be afraid that you'll run me off. You're never too much. Your life may be full, but I wanna be in it. And if I need to help you uncomplicate things, I will.
I worry about you, Y/N. I worry about your safety mostly. You take care of your dad, but who take care of you? I'm here to step in. I'm here to save you, by any means possible. From anyone, even yourself. You say you've got everything under control, but I've been thinking about a backup plan.
Your living room is ordinary but the natural light just pours in. I can't help but imagine the way the morning sun would kiss all your features. Like, when we were picnicking at the park. The sun illuminated every single freckle; the rosiness in your cheeks.
I'm trying to take in every detail; locate clues about who you are. I run my finger across the spine of a book you have discarded on the couch. Lapvona by Otessa Moshfegh. You've been begging me to read it with you. I've already finished it. Not my typical read, but you've been enjoying it all the same. I love that we talk about books, music and art. Not the typical shallow chatter you'd get, chatting someone up at the bar. I know you watch TV, but never mention it. Not that it matters much, but I wonder what you watch when you want to turn your brain off.
Your room, is by far the coziest in the house. I can still smell your perfume lingering in the air. Something fruity with just the tiniest hint of earthiness. I've smelled it on you, each time we have embraced. So inviting, it intoxicates me.
Your bed is unmade and lived in, and it takes everything I have not to throw myself into it. Your sheets are soft, like you. Everything about you is just so damn soft. I can't help but imagine holding you in this bed and tracing little circles on your back until you fall asleep. I want to be where you feel most safe.
On the corner of your bed is the new journal and I can't resist. Already written in. A quick sketch of me, from memory. And a quick entry about our steamy kiss on the porch. My heart is nearly pounding, even at the memory. Your lips against mine, my hands lightly on your hips. Your scent fills the air. That tiny wimper that escaped when I pulled away. The perfect kiss. I've replayed that moment on repeat. Seeing you write about it makes me suspect, you have too.
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ectonurites · 23 days
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omg the school in the critically acclaimed masterpiece Easy A (2010), dir. Will Gluck also had a blue devil mascot (played by Penn Badgley)!!
(except then the religious nuts were mad about it and they changed to a beaver)
yes this is true!!
but also fun fact: in my 10th grade english class shortly after we read The Scarlet Letter my fellow students and i managed to convince our teacher to let us watch that movie during class:
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so just imagine a whole room of kids going
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when we saw their mascot LMAO
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