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Never Lose Me

Lewis Hamilton x Singer!BlackOC

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This shit is difficult to work... These take place the week she meets his parents and sister.

Taglist: @yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

This is ... Nice.... I guess

(I can't find the really pretty collage I had for this part of the story fml... Anyways hopefully it's good I have had a shit week and nearly forgot that I promised an upload....)

Warning: Out of character characters.... is that how it's phrased? Um.. Cursing in different languages..... i'm pretty sure I make one reference to the ancestors....

Bold = Lance

Italics = Reyanni

Reyanni's Thoughts

Lance's Thoughts

Lawrence Stroll

Chloe Stroll

NO ONE'S POV

Meeting the parents was always an experience to say the least... Some relationships didn't last past meeting the family.. some did but burnt out due to the family being very tight knit, some did but only because one partner isn't close to the family... or on the rare occasion a relationship survived because the entire immediate family liked the partner.. Reyanni really liked lance.. even if she wasn't sure about what he did for work yet... and as she introduced herself she noticed the weird looks his sister was giving her.

REYANNI'S POV

"I brought some pastries from my bakery for you all. Lance said you can't have gluten so these two boxes are gluten free."

I'm not a fan of how she's looking at me right now. Did I say something wrong... am I going bonkers... Why hasn't anyone said anything yet....

"It's quite nice to meet you. Lance has been talking about you for months now. You said you brought pastries with you?" "Yes.. It's a variety of pastries I didn't know what you all would like and Lance only wanted to taste test so I brought multiple types"

Things went smooth from there. His parents loved me and my pastries but his sister was fairly distant....That worried me a bit.. I thought she was just going to ignore my existence the entire night until she finally spoke up.

"I'm assuming you know what he does for work." "No.... I told him he could tell me when he is ready.. I'll still be with him no matter his job... he's an amazing man....and I think of myself as blessed to have found him. It's not everyday you find a guy like him into women like me." But then his sister opens her mouth again

"That's weird. I wonder why he didn't tell you he's a formula one driver. Maybe your relationship isn't as stable as you think."

"What's that.... Like Nascar? I'm not very.. well versed in motorsports Also i would have been content with waiting for him to tell me when he was ready."

if one plus one is two and two plus two is four, why is her attitude giving me sixty-three....She's acting a bit off....maybe I should leave and try again another day...

TO BE CONTINUED

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@yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

New story part out tomorrow…. It’s been a rough ass week…. Got stood up on a date, broke my glasses, cried myself to sleep…. Anywho new story part coming your way tomorrow.

First Time Meeting the Family.... Me Too

Todays Images are merely the outfit for the chapter, Her hair and make-up and the pastries that will be mentioned later on. Also I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. My group project partners left me to pick up all the slack and I spent three days of nonstop writing and research to get that done (No warnings for this chapter... Maybe some cursing I think) Bold = Lance Italics = Reyanni Reyanni's Thoughts Lance's Thoughts Reyanni's POV "I'm worried lance.... what if your parents and your sister doesn't like me... or what if I say the wrong thing... or what if I forget how to speak English" I'm cut off by Lance cupping my face in his hands.

"Listen to me Rey... They are going to love you just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman... and you mean the world to me now take a deep breath...and let all your worries fade"

I had the urge to give him that look you give someone when they say a slew of bullshit... but I resisted and grabbed the boxes of pastries from the car. I figured it wouldn't hurt to bribe them with sweet treats....Right.... right? The moment he knocked on the door I felt my hands begin to tremble. But I pushed my worries behind me and put on a brave smile. If it’s one thing my mama always said it’s greet people with a smile, so that's what I'm gonna do. And as we entered the house I found myself regretting many things, my outfit, my haircut, the pastries I had brought along.. I knew my therapist was useless as hell.. Because why did taking three deep breaths not work. When we got to where his parents and his sister were sitting I felt more nervous than a parent when their baby says fuck in a church.  . . . "Hello.. My name is Reyanni" Can't go wring with an introduction right? I don't know if I should hold my breath or just go with the flow.... you know how anxiety likes to send little songs through the mind to try and calm you. Mines isn't doing that. Mines is playing Flamingo by kero kero bonito.... hopefully someone says something before I start singing it out loud... that would be awful if I did... . . . . To Be Continued.

I'm sorry its so late. Finals Kicked my ass. and I'm pretty sure I need to retake one of my classes that I'm currently failing by .5 points because the professor is a woman who hates to see women go places in life. Since it's break time I should be able to complete this mini series soon.

@yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

Meet Cute... Not Really

Warnings: Does cursing need a warning? Really bad translations (my other languages are a bit rusty)

This story begins with two total strangers meeting on a disgustingly rainy day. Some may enjoy the rain.. Reyanni does for sure.. But there are those who prefer the sunshine or even the snow compared to what pain the rain usually brings... for once it brings a meet cute? Not really?

The moment Lance went for a walk down the streets of Switzerland in a thin jacket and an old umbrella while skies were dark, would be one he'd remember for a lifetime... How could he forgot afterall it was the day he met our darling main character....

November 9, 2022~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

The moment she saw that man enter her bakery she knew she was in for a journey. Some people say that they don't believe in an automatic interest.... but for Reyanni, the moment she locked eyes with him she knew three things.

She loved the way the rain seemed to make him look like a wet puppy.

She hated the way he entered her bakery with a scowl

She knew cleaning and tending to her Aphrodite altar before she left home that morning was a great idea.

So of course she decided to get closer.. by working the register (because in her words it's her bakery and she can do as she pleases). When he finally got to the register and she asked if she could take his order something in the air shifted. This feeling however shattered the moment he harshly placed an order for a black coffee and a slice of banana bread while looking down at his phone. He was quite snarky with it which rubbed her the wrong way 

Reyanni POV

If he wants an attitude, I'll give attitude. 

“Your total is 7.50 and I need a name for the order” 

At that moment he finally looks at me. And I feel what little integrity I had left slip away like the sun behind the clouds on a rainy day. Now I know what you may be thinking….. Reyanni don’t fold for a random ass man on a random ass monday…

“Could I also add a cheesy hashbrown bagel to that order”

“Uh sure… your new total is 11.25”

And just as soon as he came… he left.. Leaving nothing but curiosity and a tiny bit of unbridled rage… But i’d probably never see him again.. How stupid of me to believe that

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

A few days later that same handsome stranger walks in. but this time she talks to him beyond taking his order and he responds… from there he becomes a not so regular customer until they exchange numbers. It’s only after five months of texting and phone calls that she learns that he’s no ordinary man, but a formula one race car driver. Despite his worries she doesn’t care one bit about that.

Quick little note: I'm not feeling too confident in this chapter but I wanted to get it done (mother nature snuck up on me so now all work is grueling) Anyways hope you all enjoy and the next part should be up within the next two days, it's exam season so I don't have a set schedule.

That's Crazy, You Know what isn't crazy... Food

Lance Stroll X Plus Size OC Warnings: I guess cursing counts as a warning.. oh and there may be some spelling errors but that's because it's exam season and I'm drained. FC: PhaithMontoya The day they met was probably one they’d never forget. Reyanni was 22 when she inherited her grandma’s bakery and she was 23 when she met him…. Lance Stroll was an enigma to her. And to Lance… well she was everything. Coming soon to tumblr near you : Sweet Enigma

The Stars Write Back

"Love of my life, don't leave me."

— love of my life • queen

pairing: sam wilson x starr viriano (black!oc)

genre: angst

word count: 264

His eyes glossed over with silver tears. Pouring rain seeped against his damp skin and dripped down onto his neck. It was a warm summer night, but Sam had never felt so cold.

It wrapped around his bones and froze his blood into slush in his veins. The absence of someone was more frozen than any weather change. 

He could still see her eyes in his mind—as navy as the starry sky and as devastatingly beautiful as his cracking heart. 

Her last words had been an “I love you.” Spoken through him instead of to him, but he’d taken them for himself anyway. 

A sob tore through his lips at the loneliness of the loss; the sheer tragedy of having a part of himself fade away before he could indeed find the words to express how deeply she could thread herself into his reality. 

Because to anyone else, she was a simple collection of words—a spill of black ink, a vessel to a writer’s fingertips, one last page left turned. But to Sam, at that moment, she was everything.

She was Sam's warmth—the temporary tape to his broken smiles and the laughter filling his sagging lungs. She was the hand that reached into the hole around him, pulling him out quickly without thinking of herself. 

She’d saved Sam from himself and his empty, chaotic mind. And yet, here he was, standing in the rain alone with nothing but a silver chain in his grasp. Because, in the end, he had to love her all alone.

And that was the coldest truth of it all.

welcome to my safehouse

genre guide:

angst – ( ¤ )

fluff – ( ♡ )

hurt/comfort – ( ☆ )

smut – ( ♤ )

romantic ship – ( r )

platonic ship – ( p )

song fic – ( ♧ )

disclaimer: all of my writings will accommodate to black audiences unless requested otherwise. meaning that i write with a black person in mind, if that makes sense. if this bothers you then idk what to tell you. it's hard to find black!reader fics anywhere so i'm trying to add to one's that are there.

*masterlist still under construction*

MARVEL

natasha romanoff [ black widow ]

"thank you for your cooperation."

series:

have mercy | black!oc — on hold

summary: The Avengers need her help. Jaslyn Wilson doesn't want to, though. Will the help of a certain redheaded avenger draw her out?

oneshots:

sam wilson [ falcon/captain america ]

"on your left."

series:

the stars write back | black!oc

summary: Entries between lovers that follow their story from beginning to end. Read along as the two tangles together and play tug of war with the stars.

love of my life [5/20/22] ( ¤ )

oneshots:

set me free | black!reader [1/16/24] ( p ) ( ☆ )

summary: it is said that your skin will regenerate itself approximately every 27 days. although, that may be true... it's been two years. why doesn't it feel like it?

michelle jones [ mj watson ]

"if you expect disappointment, then you can never really get disappointed."

series:

oneshots:

wash day | black!reader [ coming soon ]

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

Chapter Two: why not me?

warning(s): contains flashbacks of past traumatic events

pairing(s): sam wilson x jaslyn wilson (oc)

natasha romanoff x jaslyn wilson (oc)

a/n: this chapter is just a short flashback and stuff. next chapter is about her time in hydra & meeting the winter soldier. don't worry, we'll get to natasha x jaslyn soon. i'm just tryna have a build-up for her. should their ship name be jastasha? idk

have mercy masterlist chapter one

"Something is off. We should head back for now." Riley speaks into the comms. Something bad is about to happen. He could feel it in his gut as he soared through the sky alongside the two Wilson's.

"Copy that." Sam responds.

The trio turns around and make their way back to base. The plan was that once they make it back, they'd get in touch with the higher-ups and wait for the next instruction.

The sound of a faint whistle meets Jaslyn's ears but she doesn't pay any mind to it.

Big mistake.

Suddenly, Riley's left wing is hit, causing him to lose control and fall through the air.

"No! Riley!"

"Sam! Get help!" Jaslyn yells to her brother. Adrenaline coursing through her blood, Jaslyn shoots down behind a falling Riley. She gains speed and reaches her hands out in hopes of catching him before he meets the ground.

Unfortunately, Riley lands first. "No. Please, no," she pleads.

She didn't make it.

"Don't do this to me, Riles," she whimpers. The sound of her cries reach deaf ears as she cradles his lifeless body. She hears the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

Before Jaslyn can speak another word everything around her goes dark.

----

It's been five days since the passing of his friend, Riley. And today was the day of the funeral. Sam and many others were seated in the congregation, and Jaslyn was nowhere to be found. Or anywhere for that matter. Sam doesn't know where she is. By the time he came back with the medical team and his other men, all that was left was Riley's body. No Jaslyn in range. At first, Sam assumed that she was heading back to base. But if that were the case, he would've seen her fly past him since they take the same path.

After Riley's body was taken back by airlift, the commander had another group finish the mission while the rest of them packed up to head home. It was supposed to be a simple mission. The three of them were to scan the area in search for any signs of their targets. Then head back and report what they'd seen. Both Sam and Jaslyn hadn't spotted anything unusual, but the air had felt sort of uneasy.

He waited precisely forty-eight hours before reporting Jaslyn's disappearance to the police. It would've been earlier, but Sarah had told him to stay in case she'd showed up. "You have to wait for at least twenty-four before filing a missing person report," Sarah reminded him three days earlier. "Maybe she needed time to deal with the grief on her own. You know how distant she can be when it comes to situations like this." Sarah had a point. After the death of their parents, Jaslyn had disappeared for a few weeks before returning. With that, Sam's distress slightly lessened for the time being.

There was a tiny detail that they seemed to have forgotten. Jaslyn Wilson would always leave them a note or a call to tell them she was safe. No matter what.

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

Chapter One: in or out?

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!black!oc

warnings: none really besides brief mentions of past trauma (barely any details of it tho)

a/n: here we go. this isn't edited yet so if there's any errors im sorry in advance.

have mercy masterlist chapter two

"Absolutely not," Jaslyn cuts her brother off long before he even gets the chance to speak. Turning around, she walks back inside her house towards the kitchen. The sound of the front door echoes through the halls. And heavy footsteps follow behind.

"Oh, come on! You don't even know what I was gonna ask," Sam exclaims. Walking up beside her, Sam brings his hand up to ruffle her hair, knowing how much the action annoyed her. "What if I just wanted to check on my baby sis, huh?"

She hisses. Smacking his hand away before brushing her hair down. "I hate it when you do that shit. And you know if that were the case, you would've hit me up ahead of time, not just pop up at my door unannounced," Jaslyn points out.

"Okay, sure, but–"

"Also, this has been the second time since I got back from Rio with Redwing that this happened."

"Please, Jas," Sam begs. "I need your help with this one."

Jaslyn would do anything for Sam. It didn't matter how much he'd asked of her. She would go through the depths of Hell if he asked her to. Sam would do the same for her. They were the definition of 'ride or die.' Their loyalty to each other has never been doubted. They may not have been fully blood related, but that never mattered to any of them. Jaslyn was just as much as his sister as Sarah was. They were his family.

Still silent, Sam took that as his chance to explain what was going on. "It's Hydra. They're back and have gotten worse. There's this guy; they call him the Winter Soldier." His gaze was disquieting as he spoke.

Her blood runs cold. No. No, no, no.

Sam continues to debrief her, yet Jaslyn could not register another word after that.

Winter never made it out?

She remembers her time in that dreadful place where Hydra claimed to be her new home. The screams. The torture. The constant state of numbness. And constraint of fear and brainwashing snatching you back. Hydra had turned them into fearful creatures. Monsters. She'd gotten out a couple years ago; however, the gushing red of her victims still dripped from her hands. It still tormented her mind just the same. She’s made a lot of progress in the past couple of years.

During her time at Hydra, she met Winter. She never knew what his real name was, neither did he. So, she chose to refer to him as Winter. They supported each other.

Winter never got out.

"Jas...? Jaslyn!" She hums in response. "You're crying," Sam whispers. His eyes are filled with guilt. He told Fury that she wouldn't want any part of this. Hell, Sam didn't want to include her in this either. No matter how much they needed her.

She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face until she felt Sam's thumbs wipe them away. "I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have come. I told Fury this was a bad idea to try and rope you back into all this."

She shakes her head as she looks at him with sadden eyes. "It's not your fault, okay?"

"I could have tried harder. I–"

"You did everything you could, Sammy..." With that, the two are silent. Sam takes his sister in his embrace, holding her tight as though she would disappear out of his hold at any second. The two sway for awhile before Jaslyn breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I can't. Not after what happened with–" the rest of her sentence gets caught in her throat. Suddenly she was thirsty. Quickly, she moves from his hold and grabs bottled water out of the refrigerator. She gulps the liquid down in a hectic manner. She doesn't let up until there isn't a drop left. Her gaze is unfocused as she leans against the counter. She was a mess.

"Come on. Let's get you back to your room." Sam gently guides her down the hall toward her bedroom. Going inside, he assists her underneath the sheets and tucks her in. Sam gives her a feathered kiss on the forehead.

"There's leftover lasagna in the fridge if you want some on the way out. Tell your little redheaded friend outside she's welcome to have some, too." Taking this as his time to leave, Sam gives her a sympathetic smile before walking towards the door. "I'll be back to check on you later."

Hearing the faint click of the door locking, Jaslyn cries. "I'm sorry I'm too much of a coward to help you," she whimpers.

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

*disclaimer: jaslyn wilson's faceclaim is ryan destiny.*

summary: Peace. All Jaslyn Wilson wanted was some peace and quiet for once after a trip like this. But what did she expect when her brother just had stick his metal wings in other people's business? As usual. But who was she to complain? She gets an amazing view of a dangerous redheaded ex-assassin as a motivation that may just prevent her from strangling her brother to death once she gets the chance. Maybe.

She probably should have went with Sarah and the kids to Hawaii.

chapter one: in or out?

chapter two: why not me?

chapter three: winter (coming soon)

the day i see more sam wilson fics w a black oc is the day imma finally live peacefully. same thing w my girl mj too. i barely see ones with her. like im thriving off scraps yall.

ykw fine I'll do it myself. in fact, i'll kill two birds with one stone and write one with sam's kid and have mj as a love interest.

seriously tho. and when it comes to reading fanfiction as well, i'm constantly having to see the MC face some sort of microagression. not only that but they're portrayed in a way that you can easily tell that they were simply written by a nonblack person — yk what i'm talking about... the racial stereotypes, making us seem "ghetto," or "rachet," all that stuff. and even when i do find a fic with a black author, the MC is purposefully made into a walking stereotype.

shit like that makes me wanna rip my hair out. i'd think that im finally seeing the representation i want, only to be disappointed in the end. there's only like a select few of fics that i find that have a good rep when it comes to writing black characters that i really enjoy.

do you know how exhausting it is being hyper aware of how black people are portrayed in fictional media? I would love to be able to enjoy a show without picking up microagressions and subtle stereotypes and frowning to myself when it happens again and again.

Just a little sum I wrote on Wattpad don’t know if I’ll keep the story it’s called fatal I’ll drop more if I decide to continue but I feel like it’s trash 

Enjoy!

___________________

(Manman - Creole for mother)

''The recorder's starting if you would like to start Ms. LeBlanc ?"

I was born in Ethiopia as was my mother and my father a colored New Orleans man who decided that he'd vacation in Ethiopia and decided to stay when he met my mother. They got married and had me, Anaji LeBlanc I was their pride and joy I had a colorful childhood it was full of life, loving parents, peace, and that was my favorite pastime sad part about,

A rich white man named Clint came to town that was very highly fond of my mother and not to wild about the idea of her having a husband and so much less child, he came by one night while he assumed we were all sleeping except I wasn't, I heard it all, he had been sneaking around with my mother. And that night was the night was the night they decided to kill my father and I saw the whole thing something no child should ever see that whole moment changed my life forever. When I turned eighteen my new "father'' decided to move us to New Orleans because of some dead ambition of my mother's has live wired again and she was hoping to start a clothing shop in the heart of New Orleans, excited because of this newfound wealth she acquired she was willing to spend it on anything and my stepfather was willing to do it all just to see her happy.

But what about my happiness?

Three years had gone by, and I was finally twenty, and couldn't wait to be free of my parents, specifically my mother she wasn't the same way she was before we came here, she was soft and attentive towards me but know I'm the last thought on her mind. As if I didn't watch her and Clint murder my father and in the back of my mind I wonder if I was going to be part of that plan. Maybe mother stopped him? or she just figured she'd dump me off somewhere, but no I persisted and its eating at her every day and its shows. They were finally making a life for themselves out here and I was just the third wheel, my life felt like it started without me and left me in its ashes but here I was feeling like I was the problem in my own life.

Maybe I was the problem .. or was I?, if I didn't exist would my mother's life be easier, would my father still be living, would I know what I was made for, or what the world had waiting for me?

''Hey .. did you hear me girl? put this China in the cabinets and then meet me across the street at the clothing store" My mother says staring at me blankly before sauntering off out into the streets in her favorite Victorian dress that matched the lavish decor and fine China.

Watching her leave I carefully take the China in my hands and walk over to the kitchen my mind racing as usual when I do these kinds of thing being treated like a maid by my own mother when we have five of them already. It felt as if she did these things to taunt me, like she had all these shiny new toys and didn't need me to entertain her anymore I out lived my usefulness to her my usefulness of being her daughter.

'' Manman not very kind today I see?" a strange voice echoed through the kitchen it was smooth like silk and sound like the sun would on a cold day

"Ah! Can I help you Mr ?" Looking the strange man from head to toe he was well dressed and he smelled like money, just by the looks of him i could tell he was well educated and thought very highly of himself

"I do .. and thank you i like to take time in my appearance as should others .." he says giving me a brief once over i was clothed in a plain blue dress practically baggy i refused to wear the things i was given only because my Clint tried to buy my happiness as well

"I-i didn't say anything what are you some kinda voodoo man?" I frown before I could finish Clint came stomping down the stairs holding his pocket watch with a big grin on his face and he only looked this way when he knew his client had lots of cash.

''Well Lestat de Lincourt! I see you've met my stepdaughter Anaji" he said pretending to care that I existed he gestured over to me with his hand Lestat tilted his head as we remained to lock eyes,he was examining me from the inside out.

This Lestat made my skin do things not so pleasing, I squirm under his gaze not breaking my eye contact with his unusual pale eyes something about him was off but also enticing. His golden hair and smug demeanor made him alluring and by the looks of the smirk on his face he knew that too and that trick from a moment ago he knew what I was thinking, it could be voodoo but he looks to classy for that, maybe it's just my lack of sleep.

"Yes she's been marvelously accommodating so far .. and what a beauty she is" he says it rolled off of his tongue in slow motion he smiled slickly at me before turning up the stairs in one swift step the smell of a sweet soft like powder staining the air.

I was left speechless standing there holding the fine China in my hands tightly like it was going to walk away from me, that was the first time I ever heard a man called me beautiful and he said it's so sincerely like he could see my insecurity's as plain as day.

Did he call me beautiful or am I losing my hearing?

I shook my head at the breif encounter with Sir Lestat and finshed packing another thing my mother was replacing me with, Gathering the ends of my worn dress I scurry over to the clothing store the bell jingling as I push the heavy glass/wooden door open. I would say that I hate it the interior decorating, but it would be a lie. My mother did have a sense for fashion that I didn't know she was capable of having. The velvet red carpets swirl along the winding stairs and the matching poofs sit idley in between the long mirrors,by the window.

"Uh finally girl .. what took you so long, you know what don't even tell me you'll be here for closing you know what to do make sure the fabrics are folded, stacked,and packed away, and don't forget to do it all with smile" my mother says sarcastically to me and she giggles behind her custom fan.

"Again ? How can I have life when all I do is YOUR job ?" I say the last part under my breath because no matter how much I wanna speak back I can't

" Yes again you need to do somethin ... you need to pull your weight around here you've been nothing but a weight around my neck and Clint's" she says rubbing her hand gently over her diamond necklace

I roll my eyes and slip behind the counter my hand underneath my chin as I rest my arm on the counter I was learning to tune her out and it got on her nerves.

" There you go again not listening to me. You know what girl I'm wasting my time speaking to you. Lock up when done."she says running away from the problem as she usally did

Before I can speak she saunters back over to the front door, leaving me in charge of the store once more for the fifth night in a row. I preferred being in here alone anyways not wanting to hear her voice all night badgering me about my appearance and why she didn't want to be seen with me or why Clint didn't want to be seen with me as his daughter. How much of a disgrace I was and how she should have left me to rot with my father.

And for some strange reason deep down, I've always thought she was right about that. Maybe she should've left me with my father. Maybe she should've went through with her plan and taking me out to.

I wanted it more than anything.

Hours fly by and the Neworleans life kicks up girls from the brothel have come in buying pretty dresses, lingerie, jewelry to wear for the mean of there choice dressing themselves up like gifts to be unwrapped. Then out they go again, to live there life's like there's no tommrow just to wake up and do it all again. Was I jealous? maybe I couldn't help but think of all the other possibilities I could've had in my life if I wasn't where I was, if I wasn't who I was. The only too people ive know made me hate myself and I was tierd of it but I didn't know what to do about it, who to talk to about it, who understood what I was going through.

Untill him.

A sudden jingle of the bell went off as the shop door closed sound of a cane tapping aginst the marble floor made my thoughts cease and the room felt like it was at a stand still. The stranger from earlier Lestat stood before me with a mischievous grin on his face, again like he knew what I was thinking. His pale eyes scan the room with his nose upturned as he practically glided across the floor. He stopped infort of the counter our eyes never leaving eacothers, he placed his smooth looking hands down close enough to graze against my skin.

(Oh my little dove)

"Tsk tsk tsk .. oh ma petite colombe you so desperately need me" he says sending shiver down my spine some how he was leaned over the counter top without me noticing him moving an inch

My body was at a stand still like I couldn't move,couldn't breath, it felt like he had me under a spell and I was at his mercy just my luck for something like this to happen to me.But part of me wasn't fighting it either something about this man made me feel wanted.

And in that moment I knew he was diffrent, he was no magic man,he was gonna be the death of me,a problem, and I was staring to like the thought of the danger.

OH MY FAWKING GAWD

i’m reading this good ass hobi fic on wattpad (don’t shoot me) and his wife is cheating with her coworker AND her coworker’s fiancé and they keep talking abt how things will be different after the wedding

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY PLANNING I NEED TO KNOW NEOW

stay tuned 😜

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

OHMYSGWHH2NDHSEKDHEHH

As promised @pocketjeeble