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illiana-mystery · 8 months
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WIP Wednesday
I've recently picked up another two fics that have been in hiatus. Hopefully, they will be fully updated soon 🤞🏾 But until then, here's a sneak peek of the current chapters of Prisoner of Love and Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke.
And read all the way through for the working plots of two upcoming fics. 😉
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Taglist: @ghnaim24, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @goran-dafoe, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @goodoldcharley
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Prisoner of Love
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(Author's Note: Geiger changed his name to Sam Gilbert, which is mentioned in Chapter 1. That's why she calls him Gil, although it's also a meta joke because I can't help myself.)
You didn't see him or hear him so as soon as he grabbed you from behind, you jumped.
"Gil," you grumbled. "You scared the shit out of me."
He chuckled before moving his lips to your neck, pressing little hickeys into your tender skin.
"Well who else would be here, Shy? It's just you and me," he hummed into your ear. "How did you sleep?"
"I slept perfectly," you honestly answered. "Because I was wrapped up in the arms of my sweet lover."
He smirked.
"You know why I had to keep you here, Shy," he started while kissing your shoulder. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of us being apart or you getting hurt. But now my fears have fallen. I trust you and the world. I just hope I won't regret my decision."
"I know, honey," you moaned. "But I'm glad to have my freedom back. I promise I won't leave you. I love you, Gil. Promise."
"I love you too," he hummed, before you moved your head and kissed him. Swiftly, he deepened the kiss before you both just looked at each other again.
You could both tell that you wanted to continue with the activities of last night. And just that twinkle of lust in your eyes gave him the green light he needed.
"Seeing you so joyful and hopeful like this, Shy, is really beautiful. I would like to adore you more."
"My hopefulness is sexy to you?"
"I guess it gives you that spark, that light that I like, you know?"
"Reminds you of how bold I was when we first met?"
"Yes. You just read my mind," he flirted in your ear, before instructing you, "Stay still and press your hands to the glass."
You nodded and swiftly obeyed his command, which earned you a sensual caress around your waist. His skinny, calloused hands just felt so good on your sensitive skin, it made you want to cry.
Your fiancé's touch never made you feel like that. So it was more than strange to you. And you let him know that by your reaction to his soft strokes.
"You really were starved," he moaned into your shoulder as his fingers moved down to your waiting cunt. Your legs were closed, but soon he kicked them apart to get full access of your jewel.
"Daddy!" you cried as his digits began to move inside of you. Immediately, your body reacted by leaning closer to him although your hands remained on the glass.
Your rough breaths stained the glass like your fingerprints and you watched as it condescended near the reflection of his smirking face.
"Let go, babygirl," he instructed. "Let daddy know how good he made you feel."
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Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke
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"You're going back to Old Man Pembrooke's tonight?" Los asked, startling you. You had just come out of the employee bathroom, now dressed in another loungewear set that was yellow and decorated with chibi spaghetti and meatballs on the top.
But seeing Los again surprised you. It was your first time seeing him again since the morning. And you figured that everyone was gone since it was so quiet when you came back from your all-day shift.
"Yeah," you answered, noticeably looking around.
"Don't worry. I'm the only one still here. I had to help Renae with some minor tasks."
"Oh," you replied, opening your employee locker. That's when Los noticed the bouquet of yellow roses.
"Did he buy you those?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
"It was the mystery item," you explained. "Surprised me too. He even included a sweet message. I was wearing one of them in my hair, but I put it back in the vase. Luckily when I came back from dropping off two deliveries after visiting him, no one was around so I was able to sneak these in my locker. Only you know about them."
"And I'll keep it that way. They don't need to know," he assured. "But I do wonder..."
"What?"
"I don't mean to overstep but Tasha, do you like Mr. Pembrooke? Like actually like him? I used to think you just pitied him, but it seems like there's more to it."
"Los, if I'm being honest, I've liked him from our first encounter. It was never pity. I wanted to visit him again to check on him. I like delivering his groceries. He really is sweet if you get to know him. And I know this sounds weird, but I think he's quite handsome for his age..."
Los shrugged.
"No judgment. There's plenty of older women I deliver to that I find attractive," he admitted. "And honestly, I think it's sweet that you're so kind to him. I always thought he just needed a friend too. I got mad respect for ya, Tasha."
You giggled.
"Thanks, Los. Just promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I won't, promise," he insisted, before saying, "I did learn something interesting about him, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I found an interesting documentary on ESPN Classic while scrolling through the channels yesterday," he explained. "It was called..."
"Behind Lionel Pembrooke?"
"Yeah! That's it. Wait, did you know he was an Olympic ping-pong gold medalist?"
"My dad was a fan," you started. "Didn't realize it was him until yesterday. Then again, I haven't thought about Olympic Ping-Pong in years."
"Hmm, guess you were destined to melt his cold heart then."
You laughed.
"It's nothing like that," you insisted. "We're just friends...I mean we just met."
He nodded, but also sported a smirk on his face.
"Right. Well I'll leave you to it. Don't want to keep the old man waiting," he teased. "See you tomorrow, Tasha."
"See you," you said back, hugging him before he grabbed his bag and left.
Once he was gone, you finished packing your work clothes in your bag and grabbed your flowers. You were about to turn around and leave when you were startled by Renae.
"I'll lock up," she told you. "Go on ahead. I'm sure Lionel's waiting for you."
You smiled.
"Thanks, Renae."
"You bet, rookie. Also check your text. I thought you should see your review."
You looked puzzled, but did as she said. You toggled to her message and immediately began to read.
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I don't know where Grocer found Natasha Roundtree, but I'm starting to believe they found her after she fell from heaven. I've never had such wonderful service from this company until she delivered my groceries for the first time yesterday. She was so kind and compassionate, she even helped put up everything after I threw my back out. So after she left, I immediately requested that she deliver my groceries from now on. But I don't want to be selfish. I definitely want her on Tuesdays, but any other days, you should request her. And give her a good tip too. Honestly, I couldn't recommend her more.
Your eyes started to tear up as you read every line. Renae had told you how sweet his review was, but actually reading it made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
"He really likes you, Tasha. I've never seen that man give any other delivery driver five stars. At the most, three and he was just being nice."
"He really is sweet once you get to know him."
"I know. He wasn't always like he is," she stated. "I met him the year after he retired when I was a kid. I used to play table tennis and he was signing autographs and meeting fans at the convention center. He was so warm and inviting to everyone. It's sad to see what he's become. I don't know what turned him into the monster of his street, but I'm glad you're starting to turn him back to who he was previously."
"Wow," you moaned. "Maybe I'll learn what happened in due time. I'm not gonna force him to tell me though."
"Yeah, don't," Renae agreed. "Now get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."
You laughed.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
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Okay now onto the working plots of two upcoming fics. I've been stewing and talking over these with some close mutuals, and I think I've finally come up with something concrete for both.
One of these fics was a long time coming, the other is an ambitious crossover. But I think they'll both be enjoyable.
Let's start with the one that was a long time coming...
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Snow Angel (Leonhard Seppala)
Two years after the tragic death of his wife, Leonhard is shocked to find a strange Yup'ik Native Woman sleeping in his bed with her two huskies, Hedy and Laika, by her side. After waking her, he learns her name is Tatiana and she broke into his home for warmth and shelter after being lost in a snowstorm. She volunteers to leave, but he lets her stay since she kind of reminds him of his wife personality wise. In return for his kindness, she helps him around his home and bonds with his huskies. And as they spend more time together, they both fall madly in love. However, their budding romance is soon disrupted by Tatiana's uncle and baby brother who come to bring her back to her home village. Since she is the de facto leader, she does go back. But will she stay in the village or will she follow her heart and return to Leonhard?
And now the ambition crossover...
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Standing Ovation (John Geiger and Mike Hubble)
In a strange game of cat and mouse, Executive Director Sinclair Banks is being pursued by not one but both of her new hires at the Vancleef Arts Center. One of them is the Director of the Music Education Department (Mike) and the other is their IT/Security Guy (Geiger), handling all the security tech and the system that all of the venue uses. The two constantly flirt with her, although she always rejects their advances. But that all changes when Geiger comes up with a plan to ambush her in the theater. The two men pick a night where she's in her office late and inact their plan. First, Geiger purposely makes the power go out, which makes her panicked. Then she tries to find a light source before Mike comes up behind her and chloroforms her. He brings her to the theater and she wakes up in one of the theater chairs. She's confused and tries to leave before both men come through the only unlocked door and ambush her. They lead her to the stage, giving her the performance she had been dying for. Will she be theirs after? Or will she resist their charms after the ambush?
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Alright, well that's all for now. I'm currently trying to get my writing schedule for this year straightened out. So hopefully I'll put out more content frequently. Wish me luck. 🤞🏾🍀
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palestinegenocide · 7 months
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Norman R. Morrison was an American anti-war activist. On November 2, 1965, Morrison doused himself in kerosene and set himself on fire below the office of Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara at the Pentagon to protest United States involvement in the Vietnam War, leading to his death. 
 On February 25, 2024, Aaron Bushnell, a 25-year-old serviceman of the United States Air Force, died after setting himself on fire outside the front gate of the Embassy of Israel in Washington. Bushnell said that he was protesting against "what people have been experiencing in Palestine at the hands of their colonizers" and declared that he "will no longer be complicit in genocide", after which he doused himself with a flammable liquid and set himself on fire
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greengirllover · 4 months
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cut my bangs while listening to did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd
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berlingotesque · 25 days
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After Norman...They got Sammy...We lost the war...(Yes his design leaked too idk how)
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Was on vacation. Took a break from Tumblr. Came back. Checked my asks. Read this. Saw HIM. What the fuck.
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cvmcicle · 3 months
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theyre so gay im going to throw up
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art trade with @nrryxx :3 !!!!
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twdxtrevor · 6 months
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy . . 👀
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ereunard · 5 months
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me and daryl core 🖤
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cavalierzee · 2 months
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October 7th Attack Was Justified
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If you lock 2 million in a concentration camp for 20 yrs, half of whom are children who were born into that concentration camp, don’t react with shock, dismay, disbelief & indignation at what happened on October 7.
– Norman Finkelstein
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goldiipond · 1 year
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sweet dreams
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illiana-mystery · 1 year
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Prepare for a cuteness overload. 😉😆
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cherisigloo · 3 months
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me when a man does something that reminds me he is, in fact, a man.
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greengirllover · 4 months
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oliveroctavius · 1 year
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A random selection of edits made with the comic halftone flags from this post
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cvmcicle · 3 months
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i think about this a lot
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someoneoffthestreet · 11 months
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Idk how to say it but- Insomniac Spider-Man is like:
love is the strongest thing you have, and it will destroy you. love is the thing that makes you reach for your better self, and it's the thing that makes you your worst. love is the buoy, love is the anchor, love is the albatross around your neck and the concrete around your feet. love is the truth, and love is the lie. love will save the world, as surely as it will destroy it. love is the thing you must hold on to, and the thing you must let go of. hold on. let go. hold on. let go. it’s a dance. life is the music that keeps playing long after you’ve stopped. you stop dancing so the music can still play.
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hidingoutbackstage · 1 year
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The problem with wanting to watch a lot of horror movies is that you do have to subject yourself to the bad ones. That’s also a positive of it though. But watch out
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