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real life was threatening to crumble down around them. threatening to put a wedge between them as the looming pressures of the outside world starts shrinking in around them. jared didn't want it to happen. wouldn't let it happen. then again, would he really have a say in the matter? he mentally shakes himself for that thought, because like hell he'll have a say in it.

his blue eyes flicker to her pinky, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little at his words. the foundation of trust between them, and they haven't broke a pinky promise yet. he doesn't even hesitate, giving him a shred of reassurance. " you're not getting rid of me. " pinky links with hers, and without really thinking about it he leans down and places a quick kiss to their linked pinkies. " there. now it definitely can't be broken. "

countless nights they had spent up here, and it was coming to an end sooner rather than later. this had been their safe little bubble, where everything just felt a little better, no matter what happened out there in the real world. up here, it was just the two of them. and nothing else matters. only there is a count down now. knows where she has applied, where she want to go. and there is a fear forming in her chest. that if they don't end up at the same colleges, they are going to fall out of touch. and if they fall out of touch . . . jared had been in her life for as long as she could remember. always been there. through the good things, through the horrible things.

a soft hum as he speaks, looking over at him when he props up on an elbow, keeping her hands folded over abdomen. even if a part of her is dying to reach out in this moment, soothe some of that worry she can so clearly see on his face. feels like a reflection, because she feel it too. hand lift between them, pinky sticking out. a year long tradition of sorts. can't break those pinky promises they make, no matter how ridicilous they might be.    ❝   promise me we will stay in touch, no matter where we're going.   ❞

#literare #◇ / * （ jared hawkins * scripture. ） #◇ / * （ jared hawkins * verse : main. ） #queue .

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michael didn't put much thought into fate and destiny. you made you own way in the world and no higher power had a say in it --- but, despite his scepticism, he felt like he was destined to be athos' father. he believes that was meant to be. how she came into their life. she was just perfect for them. and the day she called him dad, was one of the happiest days of his life.

then this happened. not wanting to get his hopes up. fuck, couldn't get his hopes up --- but his eyes flicker to her stomach, looking at her curiously before bringing his gaze back to hers. " you're pregnant. " michael has to repeat, has to feel the words on his tongue. it's early, she says, and reality is telling him to not get ahead of themselves knowing how hard it's been for them. a grin on his lips, hands cupping her beautiful face. " rika ... " cradling her face in his hands. " say it again. "

they both wanted a family, and she wanted to give it to him. no matter how much they tried however, it just didn't happen for them. and she was the problem. so they stopped, because there didn't really feel like a point in continue when the devestation was just the same, every time the test turned negative. athos however, she loved the girl like she was her own, even if she pretty much stumbled into their lives a few years ago. not how she thought motherhood might look, but she love it. love that sleeping little girl with everything she has.    

❝   old wives tale studies then.   ❞      definitely heard something about it, somewhere. and she can't bring herself to care if it's a medical study or not, because it happened never the less. bite inside of her cheek while looking up at him, waiting for it to click into place and then there's a smile forming while turning more towards him. a small nod of her head, blinking slightly when tears start to blurr her vision. ❝   it's still really early, but . . . yeah. i'm pregnant   ❞

#literare #◇ / * （ michael crist * scripture. ） #◇ / * （ michael crist * verse : devil's night. ） #queue .

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i also would like to point out before i go to bed, that at 19 feyre is a braver bitch than me

#i’d see that worm motherfucker and just yeet myself into it’s mouth. #nope. #i know she was still scared. #but that’s what bravery is is it not? #i’d give up. #soz tam-tam.

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am i getting to meet the night court in the second book?

#am i excited? #just a little bit. #ngl.

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well, that book was something

#i don’t hate any of the characters yet. #i adore lucien. #me and tamlin have a little bit of a love/hate. #i’m definitely adding the sisters. feyre and elain. #don’t know about if i’m adding nesta yet. #rhysand u make me all giggly ok. #currently reading : acotar.

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rhysand,,,, need i tell you what personal space is?

#stop licking her face wtf. #currently reading : acotar.

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tamlin ur pissing me off

#don’t u get why he’s being quiet blah blah blah. #u say u love this girl fs. #currently reading : acotar.

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if i make this acotar oc, who are my loyal followers?

#in other words who would follow me? 😭 #because i wanna do it. #and i have thoughts. #but i am genuinely so goddamn anxious lmao. #and she’s female so there’s that.

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here’s a question. who would win in battle, amarantha or jadis?

#if u don’t know who jadis is. #the white witch from narnia lmao. #idk why i’ve been thinking about this.

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oh, isaac had every intention of touching her. touching her absolutely everywhere and never stop. he was like a man thirsty and she was his oasis. drinking her up every chance he got. and on this ship, with his crew and his wife, he could have it all.

his hand kept moving slowly down her stomach, tips of his fingers brushing as he travelled until fingers slip into folds. " touch you? " isaac repeated, index finger swiping against her bundle of nerves to get her to squirm. the way she arches against him, his other arm encircling her waist to keep him flush to her and he was already throbbing to sink into her. his lips press against shoulder, working his way into the nook of his neck as hips shift against her to rub. his fingers didn't stop, circling clit. " i want to do more than touch you. "

garments had been torn, whatever finery and embroidered lace the new duchess' maidens had packed were wasted. foregone on the third night, easily entice her husband without the fine layers. lips trail across bare skin, bottom lip catching between teeth as a whimper threatens to escape her. hands slowly inching closer to where she needs him the most.     ❝ touch me, ❞ she begs, arching into his touch. nimble fingers drifting to cradle the back of his neck. toying with those soft unruly curls she has come to love. too put together at the ton, the sea was his home - carefree and foregone is the responsibilities to anyone but her, at least for a while. by their end of their honeymoon, things will change. so she wants to bask in this for a much as possible, be wrapped in him and love him.

#litearra #◇ / * （ isaac somerset * verse : scripture. ） #◇ / * （ isaac somerset * verse : bridgerton. ） #usfw / #nsfw / #queue .

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wasn't expecting that kind of response and it shows. the way his brows furrow at her words. not knowing what to say to paint him in a decent light --- because his longest relationship lasted only a few months. through no fault of his own or her own, the relationship just didn't work. he wasn't ready, and he was mature enough to recognise that in himself.

officer rolls his lips as he looks down at her. " it was a few years ago. only lasted three months. " gabe answered honestly, because he knew she would appreciate honesty --- no matter the colour. " can't judge a man by his past, lara. "

wants to be impartial, evidence however isn't in his favour - had asked around. wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, head crooked to the left when he meets her gaze again. feels the heat radiate from him, and maybe she could burn? grimacing at her indecent thoughts.     ❝ tell me the last time you were in a stable relationship, ❞ she counters, convince her there's more to him than the string of hook ups she'd heard about. nervously picking at her nails, waiting to have her fears proven.

#litearra #◇ / * （ gabriel kline * verse : scripture. ） #◇ / * （ gabriel kline * verse : s.w.a.t. ） #queue .

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guys i just want to apologise for all these posts. this will be all ur getting from me until i finish the series

#i have thoughts. #and opinions. #i’ll keep them mostly to myself for now. #currently reading : acotar.

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the way these people talk to each other makes me cringe

#among a sea of mundane faces urs is a work of art. #i snorted for you feyre. #rhysand pls stop. #currently reading : acotar.

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i like nesta

#and i’m on the first book. #i like her. #there’s just something about her. #maybe it’s my older sister mentality that kind of connects with her. #but i like her. #currently reading : acotar.

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suggest me people who do graphic commissions pls and thank you

#for my new blog 👀 #bc idc i’m doing it.

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if you don’t love me at my female, you don’t deserve me at my male

#it’s time to bring this up again. #i’ve just had super bad experiences when it comes to preference of characters. #where people will ignore the female oc in favour of the male. #and it’s still happening. #there are Loads of male characters i would love to put on a male blog. #but refuse to. #because of this fact. #female oc’s rise. #also male oc’s. #but you get my point.

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i’m just itching to get home

#just so i can read a little more 🤭