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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part one

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

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If there was one thing you’d learned in your twenty-six years of life, it was that nothing was ever easy; well, almost nothing. You’d grown accustomed to things falling apart, no matter how hard you tried to keep it all together. The only thing you were ever able to keep together was your family.

You grew up in Georgia with your parents and your older brother, Rick. Your mother was a homemaker, always around to support you through your childhood. Your father had fought in the war before you were born, something you had heard little about in your lifetime. He didn’t like to talk about it with you, besides once when you were eight years old. It wasn’t much of a shock when your brother decided to become a deputy for the local sheriff's department. He was so much like your father, always wanting to rush in and save anyone he could. As much as that scared you, you always told yourself that, like your father, he would be okay. That was until his best friend and partner, Shane Walsh, showed up at your front door one afternoon.

You opened the front door of your apartment, Shane standing in front of you with two deputies standing just a little down the hall.

The look on Shane’s face and the way he spoke your name told you everything.

“Is he dead?” You asked, cutting to the chase.

Shane frowned. “He’s in surgery right now. I just dropped off Lori and Carl at the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“There was a chase. We were told there were only two men in the car, but-“ he trailed off. “I’m so sorry.”

You stood in the doorway, trying to process the emotions that were rushing over you like waves crashing the shore. You knew this was a possibility, a risk of the job, but you’d never really let yourself accept that. Finally, your mind shifted to Carl, his son.

“How is Carl handling it?” You asked. “Is he okay?”

Shane nodded. “You know him, always hopeful. He’s stronger than any of us.”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile among the tears you felt racing down your cheek. Shane was right; Carl had a way to make even the hardest of moments a little easier.

“I should get to the hospital, keep Lori company.” You responded.

“I’ll drive you.”

You nodded, grabbing your keys from the table by your front door.

With you working at the hospital, you spent all of your time there, waiting for your brother to wake up from his coma. You were constantly sending updates to Lori, who you tried to convince to go home and have a proper rest each night. It wasn’t like there was much to update her on though, only really the fact that he was still alive. The most time that passed, the more you began to lose hope.

As if Rick being in a coma wasn’t hard enough to handle, it would only be less than a week until the entire world fell apart.

~.~

You had left the hospital for the first time that night, realizing how badly you needed a proper sleep. With the influx of flu cases, you were past the point of exhaustion. Knowing how bad the city was at the moment, you decided to spend the night at Rick and Lori’s house; It was closer to the hospital anyways.

The next morning you awoke to the sound of movement in the kitchen. Checking the clock, you realized it was already eleven.

You pulled yourself from the couch, making your way into the kitchen to find Lori who was making coffee.

You greeted her with a smile, sitting down at the table.

“He still hasn’t woken up…” Lori mumbled, pouring two cups of coffee. She headed over to the table, sitting down beside you and offering you one of the cups.

“He will,” You spoke, squeezing her hand. “Rick is a fighter. He’ll wake up, I know it.”

Lori tried to muster a smile. “Every morning, every time I pick him up from school, Carl asks me if his daddy is awake yet. Every time I tell him no, I feel like I’m breaking his heart even more.”

It was hard for you to find the words to say to Lori. You weren’t a parent and you had no idea how you would handle the father of your child being where Rick is. All you could do is listen to Lori and try to reassure her, even if you weren’t entirely sure you believed what you were saying.

Rick had always been the strong one; the one who kept it together and let the rest of you lean on him. Now, it was your turn to be the strong one and you finally realized just how much you did need your big brother. How were you going to keep it together if he was gone?

~.~

The question plaguing your mind would be answered sooner than you could have ever expected. Carl was already home from school and you were just about to leave for your shift when Shane came rushing through the front door.

He was freaking out, speaking of things you didn’t understand.

“This illness, whatever it is, is getting worse. It’s not safe here anymore. We have to leave, now.”

Shane urged you all to go with him, saying there was a safe zone in the city. When Lori had asked about Rick, after sending Carl to grab some clothes, Shane’s face fell.

“He’s gone,” Shane spoke. “I went to the hospital first and he’s gone. I’m sorry.”

You’d barely had a moment to process the loss of your brother, Shane rushing you and Lori to collect your things and load up his car. All you had was the clothes on your back, having been in a constant loop of washing the same clothes for the last week. Lori had packed up all the photo albums, a sentimentality you’d always appreciated in her.

The four of you made your way towards the city, the sky falling dark before you got anywhere close. Traffic wasn’t moving, cars lined up as far as your eyes could see. Many people were outside their cars, chatting with those around them.

That is how you met Carol Peletier, her husband Ed, and their daughter Sophia. Carol was a quiet and sweet woman, offering Carl food soon after you’d met. Her husband, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; cold and controlling. Seeing the way Ed was around his wife, you were reminded of the many women you’d treated in the ER. It made your blood boil, but you tried to keep it contained.

Shane and Lori had wandered off for a bit, wanting to see if they could see the entrance to the city; if they were actually letting anyone in. You stayed behind to keep an eye on Carl.

As you stood outside the car, your eyes fixed on the city ahead, you felt a pit begin to build in your stomach. Fighter jets flew over your head on their way towards the city. Before you knew it, the ground began to rumble as fire and explosions lit the night sky.

They were bombing the city.

Shane and Lori quickly returned, Shane having a new plan and inviting Carol, Ed and Sophia along. The drive towards the Quarry was quiet, each of you silently taking in the events of the night.

Your brother was dead.

Society had fallen into disrepair.

It felt as though you were living a nightmare, one you couldn’t force yourself to wake up from. Now, all you had left was Shane, Lori and Carl and you would do anything to keep them safe.

~.~

A month had passed since the outbreak began. Over time more people had joined us at the Quarry, and it started to feel like a little community. The dead rarely traveled up here, which almost made you forget what was happening in the world.

A small group has gone into the city for supplies, a dangerous task considering the streets were filled with the dead. It had been almost a full day since they left, and everyone was beginning to panic, especially one of the girls’ sister Amy. You had gotten a radio call from one of them earlier that morning, saying they were stuck in a building surrounded by the dead. As much as you wanted to believe they’d find a way out, your hope was slowly dying.

For a moment your mind drifted to your brother, wondering what he would do in this situation. You knew he’d be leaving this camp, heading for the city to at least try to save them. Shane was against that, and you weren’t about to fight him on that. As much as you felt for the others, your only concern was your family and they were safe at camp.

The sound of an alarm blaring in the distance caught everyone’s attention, sending most of you rushing towards the main road leading to camp.

You, however, ran towards the RV, an older man standing up there using a pair of binoculars. “Dale, you see what that is?”

The man remained quiet, continuing to stare into the binoculars.

Shane came to your side. “Talk to me, Dale.”

“I can’t tell yet.” He finally responded.

“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asked, an obvious hopefulness in her voice.

“I’ll be damned.”

“What is it?”

Dale shrugged. “A stolen car is my guess.”

You waited a few minutes before a red Charger sped into the camp. A young man, Glenn, hopped out of the passenger seat, smiling ear to ear.

“Hey,”

“Holy crap,” Dale grumbled. “Turn that thing off!”

“I don’t know how.” Glenn confessed.

Shane headed over to the car. “Pop the hood please.”

Amy rushed over as well, clinging to Glenn. “My sister Andrea-“

“Pop the damn hood!” Shane snapped.

“Alright, alright!” Glenn responded, popping the hood.

“Is she okay? Is Andrea alright?”

Glenn nodded. “She’s okay.”

The alarm stopped, Shane stepping back from the vehicle and taking a deep breath.

“She’s coming back?”

“Yes.”

Amy continued. “Why isn’t she with you?”

Glenn sighed. “She’s okay. Everybody is. Well, Merle not so much.”

Merle Dixon. The current bane of your existence. He was so much of what you hated about humanity, personified in one single person.

Shane marched over to Glenn. “Are you crazy, driving this wailing bastard up here? Are you trying to draw every walker for miles?”

Dale shook his head. “I think we’re okay.”

“You call being stupid okay?”

“Well, the alarm was echoing all over these hills. Hard to pinpoint the source. I'm not arguing. I'm just saying.” Dale responded before turning to Glenn. “It wouldn't hurt you to think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?”

“I’m sorry.” Glenn nodded. “I got a cool car though.”

You nodded, folding your arms across your chest. “It is pretty sweet.”

“See?” Glenn chuckled.

As everyone began to welcome Glenn back, a truck slowly pulled in behind the Charger. Andrea was the first to hop out, her legs shaking as her feet hit the ground.

“Amy.” She called out.

“Andrea!” Amy cheered, rushing over to her sister and pulling her into a hug. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” Andrea replied, pulling away and holding her sister's face in her hands. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Next a man named Morales hopped out, his wife and kids running over to greet him.

Dale smiled. “I thought we had lost you folks for sure.”

“How’d y’all get out of there anyway?”

“New guy,” Morales replied. “He got us out.”

“New guy?” You asked.

“Yeah, crazy dude just got into town.” Morales nodded before looking back at the truck. “Helicopter boy! Come say hello.”

Your eyes drifted to Amy and Andrea, still holding one another as Amy continued to ask if Andrea was okay. They made you think of your brother. You would give just about anything to see him again; to be able to hug him and know he was okay.

“Oh my god.”

Your eyes widened, the voice all too familiar. You slowly turned your head, your jaw just about falling to the ground.

“Rick?”

“Dad!” Carl's voice rang out as he ran towards his father.

Rick took his son in his arms, falling to his knees. “Carl.” He choked, tears falling down his cheeks.

Lori ran over, joining the hug and burying her head in her husband's neck. You watched on, frozen in disbelief.

The hug was over and Rick turned his attention to you, his eyes still full of tears.

He called your name, his voice breaking.

You finally allowed yourself to breathe again, all feeling in your body springing back to life. How was this possible? Shane had told you he was dead.

Pushing your confusion aside, you walked towards your brother, pulling him into a hug.

“I thought you were dead.” You whispered in his ear, your voice breaking.

The two of you pulled away from each other and Rick smiled softly. “You think I’d want to miss all of this?”

You chuckled, a tear falling down your cheek.

Shane soon caught your eye, standing behind the hood of one of the cars. You expected him to be smiling and laughing like everyone else, but instead, his face was the same as it had been the night he told you Rick had been shot.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Bratty Eddie

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It was an incredibly lazy Sunday afternoon. Eddie woke up to his girlfriend sucking on his neck and grinding her naked cunt on his thigh. Submitted right as he opened his eyes. Whining loudly as she bit down right below his left ear.

"be good for me and be quiet" she warned, rubbing herself harder against his thigh. Loving the friction of his naked, hairy, and strong thigh felt against her clit.

"fuck mommy" he moaned, throwing his head back as her lips moved everywhere around his neck

She was always sensitive in the morning, and she always came the hardest. Not submissive in any way but more desperate. She moaned in his ear breathlessly as she rode his thigh faster. Hands digging in his hair as she used his body for her own pleasure. Not bothering to relieve his aching and hard cock. Focusing on the way her stomach was getting tight and her breathing was picking up.

Eddie loved when she used his body. Overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. Using his body as he was just another pillow on her bed used to get her off. He tried to keep his hips still, trying to block out the tiny moans in his ear as she got closer and closer. Ignoring the burn of heat in his cock every time she yanked his curls.

"mhhm fuck. Gonna cum" she whined, her thighs shaking as she felt herself releasing on his thigh. Soaking the skin in her cum as she shuttered. Her ears ringing as she panted. Soft kisses to Eddie's neck in appreciation. Moving up to his lips, pecking softly, then rolling off of him.

"mommyyy" he whined, trying to grab her hand as she rolled out of bed. Wearing nothing, absolutely nothing.

"yes?" She pouted, her lips in a fake frown as she saw his puppy eyes and right hand over the sheets where his cock made an indent.

"me wanna cum too" he pleaded, moaning as he gripped his cock over the sheets

"I'll ride you later" she smiled, kissing his nose. Eddie watched as she put on a maroon lacey bra, with matching panties. Groaning to himself when she bent over to put them on. Her bare ass and cunt just inches away.

Eddie didn't know how late "later" was but watching the clock near 8 o'clock in the fucking night, seemed late enough for him.

She didn't make it easy either. She spent the whole day in the same bra and panties. Knowing just how much her boobs pop up and how the globes of her ass are on full display. Purposely bending over for long periods of time. A giggle in her throat every time she kissed Eddie's lips before turning away.

She liked to tease

She was too good at teasing

But God did Eddie like it

He felt relief when her hand slowly started to rub his cock, still hard from their afternoon together.

"fuck thank you mommy" he groaned, throwing his head back. She made no sound, simply rubbing him over his black jeans. Unlike her, he actually got dressed. Figuring they would have something to do with their Sunday, but apparently she planned to tease him for her Sunday.

Minutes passed, and she just kept rubbing him over his jeans. Eyes locked on the magazine she was flipping through

"mommy?" Eddie piped up, eyes rolling back as she rubbed him harder through his jeans as a response

"please mommy, you said you'd ride me. I've been waiting all day" he whined

But she ignored him, pressing harder against his hard cock being suffocated in his jeans.

Eddie nodded to himself, even if she didn't say it, he isn't meant to whine and beg for what he wanted.

But as each minute passed, and the harder she rubbed, the more he couldn't choke down his whines

"mommy please. Just please. It's been hours, you said you'd ride me"

He felt his stomach fill with excitement when she got to the final page of her magazine. Only to watch as she grabbed her phone instead.

"mommyyy no!" He growled , growing annoyed as she continued to ignore him. Teasing him over his jeans but refusing to give him anything else. He received a glare in response, but at least it was something. Throwing her a teasing smile as he hummed at the attention.

She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

"mommy I've been so good, mommy I'm your good boy please at least take my cock out" he whined, pathetically moving his hips, trying to relieve anything.

She sighed, without looking, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He quickly yanked off his jeans, not bothering to ask as he took off his boxers too. Cock finally free, moaning at the relief of his cock standing tall.

Even with his cock out, she didn't bother to look at him as she began to jerk him off. Lazily stroking him as she scrolled through her phone

"can you at least look at me when you touch me?" He whined louder, tears in his eyes as she swiped her thumb over his tip, coating her thumb with his precum. Sucking her thumb clean before jerking his cock off again.

But she never bothered to look at him. She put down her phone, right hand on his cock as he sat to her right. Her left hand slipping underneath her panties. Eddie leaned forward, eyes flashing down to where her hand was now hidden underneath her maroon panties, the straps high on her hips framing her curves. Driving Eddie wild knowing exactly what she was doing.

"fuck please let me see your pretty pussy" he whimpered, leaning forward even more. Her hand now hitting his stomach as she jerked him faster

But she closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she moaned, her fingers working against her clit

Eddie felt like this was a punishment itself, not caring about breaking the rules. He grabbed her hand, yanking it out of her underwear. Whimpering as he saw how soaked her fingers were

"mhhm mommy you are so wet. Let me touch you. I've been waiting for you to fuck me all day mommy please" he whined, bucking his hips

"poor baby. Is your cock hurting so bad from being so hard for so long?" She finally spoke, mocking him as she turned to climb on his lap. A fake pout on her lips as she removed her hand from his cock

"yes mommy" he groaned, eyes wet as he stared up at her, begging for something

"want mommy to ride you? " She asked, moving her panties to the side, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit

"yes yes. Fuck please" he nodded fast

Moaning loudly the second he felt his cock fill her completely. Her warm cunt swallowing him in, clenching around him tight

"Jesus Christ. So fucking big" she moaned, praising him

"all for you. So big and hard for you" he moaned, lips meeting her neck as he clung to her hips desperately. Holding her in a bruising grip

"don't cum, got it?" She warned, squeezing his lips as he nodded, puppy eyes wet and huge as he watched her

She smiled at his response. A smug smirk on her face as she wrapped her arms to the back of the couch. Holding on to it tightly as she bounced on his cock, fast and hard

"OH FUCK" he screamed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as she rode him as fast as she could. He should have known he was going to get what he asked for in the most brutal way possible

"too ..fast ..shit...slow" he blabbed out. Brain fucked out as no words flowed through his head. He was so pussy drunk, he barely felt a thing. Body numb as she rode him like he was a toy

"nah uh. You wanted mommy to ride you so take it" she growled, hand on his neck as she squeezed the air out of him. He was a drooling mess, trying his best to hold back the orgasm that's been building for hours.

"I can't...too fast...Jesus Christ" his head thrown back harshly against the couch. His hands lose their grip on her hips. His whole body was going limp, only thing he could feel was his cock being clenched by her cunt.

"better not fucking cum" she growled, patting his cheek, signalling for him to open his mouth. He obeyed instantly. Opening his mouth and shoving out his tongue. Cock twitching inside of her when her spit landed in the center of his tongue. Before he could close to swallow her tongue was on his. Shoving her spit down his throat as her tongue worked against his

He tried to grip her thighs, anything to get not cum but he was fucked.

She was milking him, bouncing on him too fast. Her spit in his throat, her tongue melting against his and her hands digging in his hair

He pulled away with the guiltiest eyes she's ever seen

"I can't" he sobbed

Before she could say anything, he wrapped around her body, a hand on her ass as he forced her to stay on him, emptying himself inside of her. Bucking his hips into hers to ride out his orgasm. His body shivered and he felt every muscle clench tight. Squeezing his eyes shut as he moaned into her ear, loudly.

"mommy so good....fuck"

Once he felt his head come back to reality, he let her body go. Looking down at their connected bodies, too scared to look at her

She didn't say a word, slipping off of his cock, he whimpered as the cold air hit his soaked cock.

"m sorry" he cried, looking up as she took off her panties fully, unclipping her bra. Eddie swallowed hard as he saw her tits bounce as her bra fell to the floor

"fuck" he whined in his throat

"lay down" she snapped

He moved fast, laying on his back

"poor cock couldn't take it huh? Mommy was fucking you too good hm?" She mocked, pouting as she looked down at him

"yes mommy. Needed to cum. I'm so sorry" he whined

"I know. So you are gonna make mommy cum to show her you are good right?" She asked, crawling up his body

"mhhm yes mommy" he said excitedly

"eat me out then" she smirked, her wet cunt hovering over his face

"wait! I can't eat you out, you are filled with my cum. That's all I will taste" he whined

"not my problem" she snapped, her cunt dropping on his mouth

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solarmorrigan · 1 year

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Consider, though: the demobats only manage to chew on Eddie about as much as they had on Steve before Vecna is defeated and the bats die off. He’s injured, sure, but he’s not in dire straits, just in for an unpleasant recovery

And while Eddie’s waiting for his name to be cleared, Steve offers to let him recover at his house - plenty of room, no one would ever think to look there, and Steve can help him out while he heals

This would be a great idea, except Steve is recovering from pretty much the exact same goddamn injuries, and he is aware now, without the numbness of adrenaline and barely-banked panic, that they are actually kind of painful

He’s not going to admit this, of course, but Eddie is plenty ready to point out that, actually, Steve should let Eddie help him out, because Steve is more injured than he is. In addition to the bites, Steve was partially strangled twice and has road rash all over his back from being dragged across the dry lake bed. Steve argues that Eddie is more injured because his bat bites are bigger

Robin, arriving for the afternoon to check up on them, walks in to find that both Steve and Eddie have discarded their bandages and are attempting to compare how much skin they are missing, respectively

Robin: What- Steve: Robin! Do you have a ruler? Robin: Why would I have a ruler?? Eddie: We can work with a yardstick, if that’s all you’ve got Robin: ???

Eddie needs something from the top shelf of a cabinet in the kitchen. He realizes quickly that reaching above his head is both painful and inadvisable. He refuses to ask for help, and so Steve finds him there some time later, just staring up at the shelf. He teases Eddie, asking if El has been giving him lessons in moving things with his brain

Eddie tells him to reach the thing, then, if he’s so fucking great

Steve fully intends to do so, but quickly realizes the same thing as Eddie: reaching above his head pulls on his wounds and is a bad idea. They both stand there, staring at the top shelf

Eddie: How do short people normally reach things? Steve: Dustin sits on the counters to reach higher sometimes? Eddie, staring speculatively at the countertop: That could work

Steve reopens his wounds after boosting himself up onto the counter and trying to reach the top shelf. Eddie nearly reopens his wounds laughing at the lecture Steve gets from Nancy (and quickly earns a lecture of his own for “egging Steve on”)

Of course, when Dustin comes to check on them, they’re both entirely too injured to do much of anything for themselves and they make about a million irritating little requests of him while pretending to be dying on the couch

Dustin actually does bring them a lot of what they ask for - snacks and drinks and extra pillows and things to keep them from from getting bored (these things are, admittedly, more to his and Eddie’s taste than to Steve’s, but it’s still nice), and they almost feel bad until he puts in a movie neither of them likes and settles in between them to watch

Dustin tells them they’re stuck watching it because they’re both definitely too injured to get up and put in a new one themselves

(They end up watching the movie)

Mornings are the hardest, waking up aching and far from their last dose of painkillers and facing the prospect of a new, long day ahead of them, so they start sharing Steve’s bed. For moral support. (Besides, his bed is softer than the bed in the guest room that Eddie had used for about a night and a half)

Their first kiss is there, soft and easy against the mountain of pillows they’ve built up over their days of recovery, in the dark because they’ve already hit the lights and neither of them wants to get up to turn them back on

It’s wonderful, until they get a little too carried away and Steve pulls at his injuries trying to roll on top of Eddie, and then leans right onto one of the bite marks on Eddie’s side when he loses his balance and tries to roll back off

They agree to settle for holding hands until they’re held together by more than scotch tape and ibuprofen (but that’s nice, too)

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Fluff concept: Maybe Jack is having writers block in your home studio so you go and give him some words of encouragement 🥹

My baby love

“Where is he at?” You mumbled to yourself and looked at the time seeing it was almost 4 in the afternoon.

You’ve spent the entire day deep cleaning your house with Jack he said he’d be in the home studio for a few hours to finish up a few verses and unfinished songs but that was at 7am that morning.

You quickly finished platting your dinner which consisted of pasta noddles and meatballs, tonight was a easy meal type of night. Once you finished you went to the indoor studio Jack had built.

You smiled and traced all the pictures placed in the hallways. They were pictures of Jack and Yourself throughout the years and some of Jack with his family or You with yours. You stopped for a second when you came across your latest picture.

It was Jack standing behind you with his hands resting on your baby bump. You coo’d at the picture before placing your hands on your belly.

“We can’t wait to meet you baby girl.” To which she responded by a few kicks, you giggled and shook your head she was definitely going to be one smart cookie.

“Jack? Are you in here baby it’s dinner time.” You opened the door to the studio quietly just incase he was recording something.

“I’m over here baby.” His voice came from inside the booth. Once you made it fully inside you were met by a somewhat happy Jack.

His curls were a mess probably from him running his fingers through his curls due to him being frustrated. He looked as if he hasn’t slept in ages and he just looked overall drained.

“Hi baby how are my girls doing?” His attitude picked up a bit seeing you. When you were close enough he was able to place his hands on your belly before leaving a few kisses here and there.

“And what about my kisses? I am the one that’s carrying your little Princess for another four months.” You sassily spoke and tried your best to cross your arms over your chest but the belly in your way was preventing that.

“You know I couldn’t forget about my main girl now pucker up.” You puckered your lips out and Jack gave you a few pecks here and there before sitting back down again.

“What’s got you so stressed? And don’t say it’s nothing because I can see how tired you look.” You threatened him.

“It’s just I have to get this song done and sent to Drama and Neelam by tomorrow and I don’t know where I’m going with it, I don’t want to seem like some one hit wonder you know.”

His eyes grew teary, lately the blogs and articles have been calling Jack a one hit wonder or everyone’s favorite rapper as of last year. They’ve also stated how he’s quote on quote “disappeared from the scene.”

“Look at me Jack.” He sniffled but didn’t look up he hated whenever you saw him cry. “Jack please look at me.” You rubbed his back in small circles and eventually he looked up. His nose was red and his cheeks were a bit puffy.

You hated seeing him so upset especially since he’s been working himself out and trying his hardest. You knew him not winning any Grammys took its tole on him mentally but he’ll win one eventually.

“Jack, you’re no one hit wonder and I know lately you’ve been feeling a bit discouraged but trust me you can do anything you put your heart and mind to.”

Jack hated feeling this way but the pressure was on he wanted to make it known that he was here to stay and that he wasn’t some temporary rapper.

“You’re right baby.” You huffed “I know I’m right.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you and went back to writing some lyrics down but you stopped him.

“No you’re taking the rest of the night off you’re spending it with me because I’ve been missing you. I’ll text Neelam and tell her you need more time but for now you’re mine.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yes ma’am I’m all yours.” He saluted you and let you take him to the kitchen. The both of you ate in a peaceful silence after you were done eating he cleaned up and went to put a movie on for the both of you.

Jack sat behind you in the bed while you laid between his legs. The two of you were watching The Little Mermaid.

“I wonder if our girl is going to be a singer.” You sleepy asked Jack. “If she wants to be a singer I’ll support it but we’ll see what she’ll wanna be when she’s older.” You nodded and closed your eyes before dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

“Thank you baby for always taking care of me I appreciate you baby girl.” When you didn’t respond he sat up and noticed you were fast asleep, he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ima love you forever my little love bug.” He finished up the rest of the movie and rubbed your belly the entire time. Once the movie was over he managed to tuck you into bed and fell asleep shortly after.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff

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snowcandyz · 7 months

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Days With Your Lover: Belphegor

Summary: Spend a day with Belphie! Pairing: Belphegor/MC Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Dating the seven Lords of Hell wasn’t easy; it’s even harder when you add a member of the royal family, his butler, a sorcerer and an angel into the mix. Every day is filled with surprises and joy because you can't really guess your boyfriends’ next moves. And let’s not talk about the jealousy and misunderstandings that come along with it.

The hardest part was to convince them that you love them all equally and wouldn’t want to break their heart. Some find it hard to share—especially Mammon and Leviathan—but some were willing when they heard the idea. Some were reluctant to agree, while some decided it was better to tolerate the other parties.

After all, they’re all close to each other. And to be able to date you? Who wouldn’t want that? The years you shared with each other deepened the bonds between yourselves, and by now, none of them was willing to let you go.

You are a part of them just as much as they are a part of you.

So you’ve developed a schedule where everyone gets to spend the day with you. That way, all your beloved will get their chance to be alone with you.

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The clock struck midnight, and the Avatar of Sloth dragged his feet to your room. The house was quiet except for several mumblings from his third-oldest brother’s room. The light from his eldest brother’s study also suggested the demon wasn’t asleep yet.

Belphie yawned once again, eyes ready to shut themselves and just let his body fall down to this comfy-looking hallway.

But no! He couldn’t! It’s his turn today, so by right, he should be there by your side.

No longer bothering to knock, he opened the door and shut it behind himself as softly as possible before walking in the dark to his destination.

You were sleeping soundly on your bed, with the comfy blanket he bought for you covering your body. The temperature for the night was a bit chilly, so Belphie could imagine how comfortable you were under the blanket.

Smiling to himself, he laid down beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

You must have felt the bed dipped beside you because you shifted your position to face him, “–love ‘startin’ the round wit ou, Belphi...” Your words were slurring, a clear indication that you were not fully awake to greet him. Your movements were sloppy and clumsy as you draped the blanket over his figure.

Battling his own drowsiness, Belphie gave you kisses on your eyebrows, instinctively pulling you closer.

His body pillow; his natural body warmer; his love.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Belphie.”

And so he slept without a care in the world, except for the presence of his beloved snuggling up close to him. Even the clanking sounds of kitchen equipment beside your room the following day didn’t bother either of you.

But time is ticking, and as much as the others want to let Belphie control how long you two spend the time sleeping in, a little bit of sympathy reigned upon them for their dearest baby brother.

“Wake up, sleepyheads! It’s 12! Aren’t ya supposed to be somewhere later?” Mammon harshly tugged off the blanket covering your and Belphie’s body.

“Screw off!” Belphie whined before pulling you closer by the waist, hoping you could warm him.

“And what? Ya planned to spend the day in MC’s room till nighttime?”

Upon hearing Mammon’s comment, Belphie shot up from the bed, wide awake.

“I almost forgot about that.” He slipped off your bed and told you to shower and get ready.

His sudden shift in actions made you giggle as you stretched your body and greeted Mammon good morning—or good afternoon, to be exact.

Mammon reciprocated the greeting before planting a kiss on the crown of your head, “Breakfast is on the table. Be quick before Beel notices.”

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Knowing Belphie, he won’t go too far from the House of Lamentation for your date, right?

Wrong!

For the first time ever, Belphie invited you to a camp date near the deep forest behind R.A.D.

“Don’t worry, Lucifer and Diavolo know where we are. I told them about this place. And we’ve checked the surroundings before Lucifer allowed me to take you here,” he explained, a smile still plastered on his face at the fact that he got to spend the whole day with you without any of your other lovers around.

At his words, you laughed, “Alright, I trust you, Belphie.”

Belphie had chosen a lowland area near a stream or river for you two to set up the tent. Around two metres from the camping site were the famous fields of glowing spider flowers. The glow from the flowers lit up the whole field, and became the source of light to see under the dark sky of Devildom. The scene was breathtaking and it’s very Devilgram-worthy.

After successfully setting up the tent together, Belphie began laying down a large mat for you two to sit on. He then looked back to see his lover taking several photos of the glowing spider flowers.

“Do you like my surprise?”

“Very.” The sight of you beaming never failed to bring his heart into a skip.

“If you’re done taking photos, come lay down with me.”

After a few minutes, you joined him. Laying your head on his arm, Belphie brought you closer to him before giving you a quick kiss on your cheeks.

“Did you know Devildom has its own constellations?”

“Yes, but tell me more,” you said, snuggling up close before extending your hand to play with his hair. You massaged his scalp gently, an action you knew he loved dearly.

“Devildom’s stars weren't like the stars from the Human World. It’s there because of Lord Diavolo’s magic. He was intrigued by the stars from the Human World, so he planned to create a sky like those. You can probably guess this though, but he gave each of us brothers the privilege to have our own stars,” Belphie then pointed to the far right above the sky, “That one’s Lucifer’s. And beside him are Asmo’s.”

Belphie faced you once again with a smile before continuing, “Mine is right there, beside Beel’s. And in the middle are Mammon’s, Levi’s and Satan’s. So if we put all the stars together, it creates a constellation.”

The connected stars gave out the shape of some sort of wings.

Wings to remember that they are fallen angels.

Wings to remember that they have one another as a family.

And wings to remember that they’ll protect the star who’s aligned directly in the middle of the wing shape.

“So whose star is that in the middle, Belphie?”

“Guess.”

“Diavolo?”

Belphie chuckled instantly, “It’s you, MC.”

His statement must have surprised you, so he continued, “You see those four stars around the corner of your star? Those are Diavolo’s, Barbatos’s, Simeon’s and Solomon’s. It portrayed them as your guardians.”

“That’s… I–” tears starting forming in your eyes, “I never knew you guys loved me this much. Thank you… really…”

Belphie brought his hand closer to your cheeks to wipe those tears away. He then leaned in and gave you a kiss, wanting to hold you close. The one lying beside him held his heart dear and at the sight of you crying—even though it’s tears of joy—made him frown slightly.

You; the human who set him free from the attic.

You; the human whom he had let anger consume his rationality.

You; the human he once killed.

You; who was kind enough to forgive him for his action.

You; who found a place in your heart to love him like he loves you.

You; the one he can’t live without.

And now he finally understood why Lilith did what she did.

Because love is beautiful and fragile. He can never guess when it’ll end; but for sure, he will fight the hardest to get his love back.

“My star, thank you for loving me.” Belphie wasn’t one to share his emotions with anyone. In fact, you’ve never once seen him cry before. So, this sight in front of you shocked you to the core.

“Belphie–”

“Shush, it’s okay, just listen,” Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled it closer to his chest, “I know I’ve done many unforgivable things to you in the past. You were only trying to help, yet I did the worst thing to you. I’m really sorry… My actions may have questioned you further because I was quick to accept you when Diavolo told us you’re Lilith’s descendant. To be truthful, I did calm down after listening to his explanation, but not because I saw you as Lilith; no. It’s because I realised my sister lived a happy life with her love. And for once, I want to see her point of view, too.”

Belphie then took your hand from his chest to his lips, kissing it softly before continuing, “I didn’t expect to fall in love with you because… well… I did that to you… But this feeling can’t be contained anymore. And I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one for accepting me.” This earned a laugh from you.

“But in all honesty, I really am grateful to meet you, fall in love with you, and have you by my side like this.”

Belphie took something out of his pocket, revealing a shiny silver necklace with a star pendant. He then unchained the necklace, wrapped it around your neck and chained it back, causing the charm to dangle freely above your chest.

“My Star.”

He earned a warm hug from you and a thank you while you were sobbing on his chest. His grip on you tightened, never wanting to let you go too.

Under the starry sky of Devildom, Belphie professed his love time and time again to the human who stole his heart.

A/N: 🍊- Me and Meowz actually wrote this and wanted to make this project as our first collaboration when we first became friends on 2021. But it's harder than we thought because we had to write 13 chapters of different characters and capturing their personality is so hard. So, to not make it as waste, I'll be uploading the chapters that 'survived', and maybe, if we have enough motivation and inspiration one day, we will finish this series. Sorry for that.

Thank you for reading! Feedbacks are highly appreciated ✨

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me writing #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #om belphegor #om belphie #obey me fluff #han writes #meowz writes

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bernraccnt · 2 years

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Hi!

I seen your request are open and was wondering if I could request how Mr. snake and Mr. Wolf would react to their s/o who is a cat start purring while they are cuddling and like other cat like things like their tail poofing up when they get spooked if that makes sense

I’ve kinda had this idea running around in my brain for a sec :))

If not that’s totally fine thank you! :D

yes i gotchu bestie, i love writing animal readers

mr snake and mr wolf with a cat s/o

before u read: furries, reader is a cuddly tired person, swearing

mr wolf

god, it's almost hilarious how night and day you are. since he's pretty much almost a dog, you guys are actual opposites. you're all soft and tired and he's a little shit

his heart melts when you're against him and you start purring. literally not doing anything but cuddling and you're like a finely tuned motor going off

your purring gets louder when he smooths down your hair and he constantly exploits this

his love language is all over the place, so he's always down to cuddle with you, enjoying how vulnerable you can be when you fall asleep on him

"jeez, it's only been five minutes." wolf laughs to himself, smiling at your face being smushed into his chest. you had suggested an afternoon nap and now, you were dead to the world. every snore was tailed with a purr, which made his smile grow wider. "d'aw." he coos, rubbing at the back of your head.

he's used a red dot laser sight on you and you hate him for it because its like all your other thoughts melt away and the only thing you care about it that little dot on the floor

if you start sulking and ignoring him, he'll apologize. not without laughter tho

he's an asshole

"i-- i didn't-- PFFT-- i--" your frown increased the longer your boyfriend attempted to apologize to you. attempted being the big word, as he was trying his hardest not to start laughing again. you clenched the red dot laser in your hand, frowning harder when his snout fell in between your shoulder blades. "no, fuck you." you said. "BAHAHAHAHA--"

he will carry you wherever you please. to the bedroom? already on it, c'mon sweetheart. to the other couch cushion since the one you're on is too cold? he is picking you up without hesitation.

his ideal morning is falling in and out of sleep with you on top of him. even with how crazy his life is, he enjoys having slower moments with someone like you.

you guys balance each other out in a good way, so overall, a successful relationship.

mr snake

this old man is your opposite but in a different way. you're very loving and calm and he's a cranky boy who just needs a hug every once in a while

he's too fidgety to cuddle for very long periods of time but every now and then, he wraps himself around your body and puts his head on top of yours

in this position, he practically feels your purrs all over his body and every time, he subconsciously smiles at it. he can't help himself, you're just too good for him not to smile

snake tightened himself when he shifted, smiling when your chest rumbled harder at the sudden movement. he knew you felt safest when you were being held closely and hey, he really liked holding you tight. blame it on the snake genes or something. "love ya, pumpkin." he whispered, smooching at the top of your head.

he's still an asshole and after he realized you're incredibly easy to scare, he is going to exploit this as much as he could

the funniest was when he was looking through the kitchen cabinets and climbed on top of the fridge to find something

he had dropped down when you turned the corner, but neither of you knew the other was there

snake falling flat on his face onto the floor in front of you made you let out a shriek of fear. your limbs moved on their own and you launched yourself over to the kitchen's island and to the other side of the room without hesitation. you and snake stared at one another wide-eyed, not sure what to make of what had just happened.

he still laughs about that to this day

he's a big smoocher, btw. anytime you cuddle, smooches will be included im just sayin

however he doesn't really enjoy extended periods of physical touch, so there's a nice and even balance of you guys cuddling and doing other things!

bonus! mr wolf and mr snake

they both love how soft you are, both physically and emotionally

you are the thing they look forward to coming home to you every night, knowing some good ass cuddles are waiting for them in your big ass bed

wolf is typically the one laying on the bed and you're on his chest, with snake wrapped around you both and keeping you all firmly together

good luck if you need to pee bc you have to peel off your boyfriends first

#mr snake x reader #reader insert #the bad guys x reader #x reader #gn! reader #mr. wolf x reader #gender neutral reader #mr wolf x reader #the bad guys #mr. snake x reader #mr. wolf x reader x mr. snake #mr wolf x reader x mr snake #cat reader #anonymous request #anonymous

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ohnoholly · 1 year

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EVERYONE DO A 4 DAY FAST (or more)

I recently finished my longest full fast (84hours), and it was the best decision I've made, so I want to tell you a bit about how it went and what I've noticed since finishing it.

I had binged the night before I started, so the next morning I wasnt hungry, and didn't feel like eating until late afternoon. I drank a lot of water (~3.5L throughout the day) to prevent hunger, and went to bed early so I couldn't eat. I got a bit hungry around lunch time on the second day, but after that I can honestly say I didn't feel hungry for the rest of my fast. I was surprised, I'll admit I'm one of those people with a bottomless stomach, and I'm terrible at knowing when I've had enough. It's amazing how quickly my body adapted from visibly shaking from sugar cravings to looking at or smelling foods and feeling absolutely nothing. After the second day I had normal energy and was able to do the odd workout and keep going for walks. I was thinking clearly and productive. The only issues I had were a) finding something to do to fill the time and b) the intense nausea I would get at night time from taking my vitamins without food. This was only an issue if I took longer than usual to fall asleep, so exercising before bed helped. I didn't feel hungry when I ended my fast- I am diabetic, and my blood sugar level dropped and wouldn't have risen unless I ate. I was worried eating anything would kind of 'open the floodgates' and I'd binge again, but actually this didn't happen. I went to my dining hall the next morning because I was a bit peckish, had a piece of bacon and half a hash brown, and then threw out the rest of my food because my body told me it had had enough.

Since ending my fast, I don't have sugar cravings: going cold Turkey really worked for me. I eat semi-regular meals, but I'm never really "hungry", so I don't worry about binging. I'm also fine with throwing food away: I think letting my body know what real emptiness feels like helped it learn when I've had enough, and fasting in general just killed any personal connection to food that made me feel bad about not finishing it. I lost about 4kg in my fast, which honestly isn't my record, but I've kept it off since with pretty normal eating habits (2 to 3 meals/ day with no snacks). Personally, I love that now my body physically revolts when it doesn't want food, and when it does, it doesn't demand it.

Moral of the story: do a fast. I would've loved to do a week, but just do however long you can and know it will help. The first 2-3 days will be the hardest, so remove all temptations and see how you feel from there, and you will be surprised at how easy it is. If you have any questions or want any advice you can comment/ message me and I'll help. I know fasting isn't new but I just feel so completely satisfied with my experience and want to help my disordered babies out <3

#anna miaa #body ch3ck #model thins #deathsp0 #weightloss #ed not ed sheeran #skiny legs #weight loss diet #fasting

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alwritey-aphrodite · 11 months

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I feel like #4 backyard barbecue for be perfect for Santiago Garcia. The reader and the boys could be celebrating his homecoming or something. Idk I thought it was really cute idea 😭😭😭

I went in a bit of a different direction with this one but I hope you like it just as much!!

2023 Summer Blurbs

There was something so quintessentially summer about a barbecue, with family and friends gathered into a backyard, snacks and drinks and laughter being shared all throughout the night. A Saturday afternoon barbecue was essentially a tradition within Santiago’s little group, and now that your house was finally renovated, it was your turn to host.

The week leading up to the barbecue, you were a nervous wreck. You knew Santi’s friends, spent practically every weekend with them and you’d been to plenty of their weekend barbecues before, but something about hosting made everything feel different, as if you needed to prove something to them.

Santi did his best to calm you down, to remind you that the guys all loved to spend time with you, that their wives and girlfriends would never let them be even remotely rude towards you, and that they were all easy to please.

“Give ‘em some beer and burgers and they’ll be fine,” he told you as you went to bed Friday night after you’d spent all day worrying over what you should serve.

Saturday morning has you running around from the store to the house to the backyard like a chicken with the head cut off as you try your hardest to make everything perfect. Santi always tries his best to help you relax, but he soon realizes that the only way to keep you in one place would be to tie you down, so instead he settles for yelling out encouragement as you rush past him.

By the time your friends actually start to arrive, you’re still trying to make everything perfect and barely finish placing the drinks in the cooler when Frankie unlatches the back gate, his daughter in tow.

“It looks great back here,” he says in greeting, placing a friendly kiss on your cheek before slapping Santi on the back, “guess all that free labor really paid off, huh?”

The guys had all volunteered to help Santiago with the renovations, their only payment being that they could enjoy the fruit of their labor by hanging out at your house as often as possible. You’re just relieved that Frankie seems to be enjoying himself and doesn’t regret all the help he’s given you.

As the afternoon passes and the sun begins to set, you finally start to relax, slumping into a camping chair after buzzing around and playing host all day. Maria, Frankie’s daughter, is asleep in the guest bedroom with the baby monitor on the table surrounded by snacks and bottles as you finally catch up with your friends.

Maybe it was too late, but now that it was all over you realize there really was no reason to be so stressed. Sure, everyone had a great time and Benny even complimented all the side dishes you’d made, but they seem to enjoy the bowls of chips and crackers just the same. As much as it pains you to admit, Santiago was right: everything worked out in the end and there truly was nothing to stress over.

Hopefully you can remember that when it’s your turn to host the weekly barbecue again.

#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garica x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #2023 summer blurbs

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thisdreamplace · 4 months

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Hi dream, it's 🩷 anon, how are you doing?

My life, the 3d, has been easier, I'm not going to school anymore, which means I can focus on myself. There's more time to manifest my desired life, and honestly, it's a decision. I decide everything based on my assumptions. It turns out that it's pretty easy to manifest because reality comes FROM ME, and not TO ME. I just need to be assertive in my power, I can do it!🩷

In my reality, the 4d, I've decided that I am completely perfect, right now. I'm focusing on my imagination 100%, because it's the only reality, and the outer world is merely a mirror. There's some resistance and negative feelings, but you know what? It doesn't matter. I created a routine to meditate and affirm in the morning, afternoon, and night. I discovered yesterday that although affirmations are kinda forgotten in the community, it works wonderfully for me! I can easily calm myself with affirmations and be completely fulfilled!🩷

I found a blog here, @etherealkissed88 🩷, and let me tell you something, it's one of the best blogs I've ever seen. Her name is Jani, and she helps me to be more assertive with my reality. Her posts are SO HELPFUL. You and her are angels sent to help me, and I am very grateful. Thank you to both of you for your posts, all the answered aks and overall for being on Tumblr, you guys are saving a girl's life. Thank you for everything!🩷🩷🩷🩷

Sadly, her asks aren't active, so I can't talk with her, I hope it's not a problem to tag her, if it is a problem tell me.

Anyways, I will just affirm, meditate, and persist to make the feelings of living my desired life normal, not to wait until the 3d changes. That was a problem, me waiting, but now I'm okay!

I hope you're okay and trust me, I WILL BE WRITING A SUCCESS STORY, I PROMISE🩷, byeee🩷

hello cutie <3 i'm doing v well !! thank u for asking

i'm glad that youre realizing that within urself and are moving forward in a way that feels best to you:)

its true, you are perfect right now. we all are, perfect and not needing to change anything to get to where we wanna be. it tends to be the hardest thing to realize but... its true. and im glad you can realize that for yourself now ! i agree affs are def nice, i get why theyre forgotten now bc of the way they were used and abused in the past lmfao buttttt they def are lil small things that can help us in our day to day life, theyve def helped me a lot

im glad you found a blog that helps you sm !! maybe itll help other people here too, so thank u for sharing it <3

i wish u luck on ur journey !! n to always remember its okay no matter what happens, u dont have to be any ideal of perfect other than what u are now. and trust me, i know you will !

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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Raising Kids & Writing Books: Five Tips for Parents Daring to Try NaNoWriMo

Sometimes, it feels like we never have time to write, especially if you’re a new parent! NaNo Guest Ruth Harper-Rhode gives some tips on fitting writing into a busy lifestyle. Writing a book while also being a parent of young children may seem like an impossible feat, and there’s no doubt that both parenting and writing are challenging endeavors. Both can be vastly rewarding, too. I believe it’s healthy for parents to channel their creative muses, and NaNoWriMo is a great way to do that!

I won my first NaNoWriMo in 2019, while working full time and raising my daughter, who was 3 years old at the time. I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo ever since. This year, I’ve got an added challenge: I welcomed baby #2 in August. I debated participating at all this year before I realized something: it’s not about how “good” your book is at the end of the month, but about how much you enjoy the journey that is NaNoWriMo. It’s possible for parents to not only participate, but to have fun! Plus, your determination to write a book in a month can serve as a great example for your kiddos.

Here are a few tips I’d offer other parents – or any busy person, really — who decide to join in on NaNoWriMo this year.

1. Find pockets of time that work for you. For me, getting up 30 to 60 minutes earlier each morning — before anyone else in the house woke up — worked best. I’d also sometimes take 10 or 15 minutes of my lunch break and scoot off to a quiet place to crank out a few paragraphs. Of course, weekends or days off from work lend themselves to longer writing blocks that help you get ahead of thegame during weekdays.

2. Use tech to your advantage: Writing on a laptop or in a notebook works.However, you can also write on your phone while you are waiting in line or on your commute (if you aren’t driving). Then, you can what you wrote to your main document later.

3. Lean on your support systems — and tell them what you’re doing! I made sure to tell my husband I was doing NaNoWriMo and when I would be writing, so he would know why I had to skip Netflix that night or why I decided to go to the library for an hour (or three) on a Saturday afternoon. If people who care about you know you have a goal you’re working toward, they’re bound to want to lend a hand, especially if they know it’s only for a month.

4. Plan what you’ll write. There’s nothing worse than sitting down to a blank page in a tired state of mind with only 15 minutes to spare and no idea of where to even begin. That’s a recipe for giving up! Use October to plan as much as you can. I had my general plot ironed out and wrote scene ideas on index cards. Each writing session, I knew exactly what scene I’d be tackling. I’ve found that the first minute or two of writing is the hardest — but once you get going, it can sometimes be hard to stop! Setting a timer for yourself and putting on some quiet, relaxing music can help with focus.

5. Be easy on yourself. Writing a book as a parent can feel particularly intimidating. Just remember, this is your first draft! It’s not supposed to be perfect. If you only make it to 5,000 or 10,000 or 20,000 words — that’s still more than you started with. You can always keep writing once November is over. In fact, the month may serve as a jump start to a long, happy writing life — one that may continue even as your kids get older.

Ruth Harper-Rhode has participated in NaNoWriMo since 2019, writing stories as an emotional outlet. She works full-time in healthcare communications and is a mom of two humans, two cats and one dog. When she’s not exploring the area around her home in Upstate New York, she enjoys curling up with a book or making something delicious in the kitchen. She tweets @Ruthings and posts on Instagram at @What_Ruth_Ate. Photo by Jazmin Quaynor on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #by nano guest #ruth harper-rhode #for parents

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bluezenzennie · 6 months

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☾✧˖ | Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight |✧༊࿐⠀ִ

Hello darlings,

It has been a bit of a while, I have been in quite the slump and life hasn't been the brightest as of late, despite me trying my hardest to make it into something happy.

Last week my family and I unfortunately had to say goodbye to Haku. If you are new here and you are not aware of who Haku was, he was my cat. He was sadly ran over by a car, resulting in the tissue of his right back leg being completely torn, so much that it wouldn't reattach the dethatched leg back to it's joints. His claws were all also torn down to the nerves. Luckily, he was strong enough to make it the rest of the way home, so that we had some last hours with him, before we took him to the vet and was given peace.

But it was no easy goodbye. I had him for three years, but those three have been some of the happiest years of my life. He brought so much good chaos and so much joy into mine and many other's lives.

That, and many other hardships aside. I am now taking the step of trying to slowly get back into the drift of things, especially with posting on here and in general interacting with my friends and mutuals.

Do note that I will not be posting consistently like I was before in these next few months, we're taking it step by step, every day. I wanted to thank people for being patient with me and these good morning, afternoon, evening and night posts will go back to having their usual messages and such after the one today.

With that said, please remember to eat, rest, hydrate and take your meds my dears.

#˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚|| frog pond || - ⊹˚. ☼#good morning #good afternoon #good evening #and goodnight

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godlygreta · 2 years

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Please please number 7 of the fake dating prompts with Jake 🥺🥺

omfg please. that singing vid got me so bad

i got a bit carried away with this one if i'm honest

"I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” “And it felt real when I said it back.”

The weekend was almost over, the lake house you were staying at with Jake and his family was soon to be a memory. You remember when Jake first asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, wanting to come home with someone so his mother would stop asking.

Sam had his girlfriend, Josh had his partner. Hell, Ronnie even had her own boyfriend that she was bringing. Jake was the only one without one.

He asked you over text, shooting it quickly a week before the two of you left. "Hey, this is a weird request, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend for the weekend? I kind of lied and told my mother I had one, and I'd really like to not lie to her."

Of course you would do it. Partly because you'd help Jake with anything if he asked, being one of your closest friends for the past five years. Partly because within these five years, you had started to gain feelings for him. You tried your hardest not to, listening to him occasionally talk about the girls he would bring home. But it was inevitable. Jake was inevitable.

The drive up there was easy going, the two of you talked about boundaries; what things you were okay with, what things you weren't. You talked about sleeping situations, Jake telling you that the two of you had a room to yourselves. You didn't mind sharing a bed if he didn't, reminding him that the two of you often slept in the same bed when you would crash at one another's places while wasted of your asses.

The two of you showed up and you were instantly met by Josh, who wrapped his arms around you. You had met all of his brothers before, even going out to brunch with Sam and his girlfriend. Karen yelled out to him to leave the two of you alone until you had gotten settled into the room.

Jake carried your bag over his shoulder while he rolled his suitcase behind him. You tried to tell him that you could carry it yourself, but he insisted. You just carried your purse inside behind him, following where he went.

The first night was easy, getting there in the middle of the afternoon had it's perks. You answered the first round of questions Karen and Kelly fired at you, wanting to know more about Jake's girlfriend. Karen was excited to meet you, as was Kelly, but Karen's smile never went away.

You and Jake laid in the bed together a little after midnight, your back to his chest. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Of course, Jake. I would do anything for you." He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug. You rested your hand on his arm as he squeezed you.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" You nodded, eyes feeling heavy from the day of traveling the two of you had. "Goodnight," he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Sleep well."

"You too, Jake."

And you slept fucking fantastic. You woke up in the morning with your head on Jake's chest, hand thrown over his stomach and your legs intertwined with his. You were careful not to wake him as you left, dipping into the bathroom.

When Jake woke up, he looked over at you as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your head was tucked into the pages of a book, waiting for Jake to wake up. "G'morning."

"Morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. How about you?"

"Me too." You smiled at him, putting your bookmark between the pages you were on and dropping it on the floor. You crawled back up to where he was, laying your head on your pillow. Jake told you that today was going to be spent mostly on the boat, telling you that if you're ever uncomfortable with what he's doing, to pretend to itch your earlobe.

You practically sat on his lap while you were on the boat, legs draped over his lap. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, listening to his parents tell you a story about when Jake was younger. Your stomach hurt so much from laughing.

You were slightly thankful the staple of most boat trips involved alcohol. You were a couple beers in, as was Jake, and you began to really loosen up. Jake's hands wandered more, instead of staying stationary on your hip or your knee. It dragged along the skin of your thigh, grazing fingers making goosebumps appear on your skin.

Your lips always touched his cheekbone. You found his skin so kissable, so soft. You found comfort in knowing that Jake leaned into every kiss. He became ballsy, a few more beers in, capturing your lips in his own. Although it was short lived, the feeling of his lips on yours lasted for hours.

When you all got off the boat, back onto dry land, Josh insisted on making a fire. The boys all went to collect wood, building the fire on their own. The partners decided to grab some more beers, throwing them into the cooler.

Jake had brought out an old guitar from the basement, making sure it was tuned properly before he began to play it. You had never heard him sing before. Drunk, absolutely. He was dogshit at karaoke (but so were you when drunk). His voice was beautiful, melodic as he sang.

He looked over to you while he sang, smile wide on his face. You gave him one back that was equally as big. He ended his song, eyes still on you while everyone else cheered. "I love you," you admitted, putting a hand on his cheek.

"I love you, too, Sunshine." He pressed his lips to yours, your hand weaving into his hair. You lightly bit into his bottom lip, feeling as he hummed against your lips.

The two of you drank more, ending up in the same bed once again. He giggled as he tried to get off his jeans. You helped him as best you could, equally as drunk as you were.

The next morning you would face the consequences of your words from last night. The admission of love. You waited for him out by the lake, on the dock. It was your last day, so you took advantage of it. You soaked in as much of the sunshine as you could, the tips of your toes touching the water below you.

"Hi," Jake said, sitting next to you on the dock. "Can I join you?"

"Yeah, of course. Go ahead." The birds chirped in the vacancy of words.

“So last night…” He started.

“I’m sorry, I-I..” You sighed, trying to find the right words. “I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” You admitted, staring out at the lake in front of you.

“And it felt real when I said that I love you back.”

“I don’t know if I can pretend anymore, Jake.” You turn towards him, making eye contact with him.

“I know. I can’t pretend anymore. I… I genuinely do love you, Sunshine. I think I always have.”

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