Iford Manor Gardens, Iford, England By Elaine Abbott

letters to milena

This is beautifully written but the audacity of this man?

Promise Not to Promise Anymore

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of cheating, angst

Word count: 2448

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been struggling with for a while, I’m so glad I’ve finally been able to get the words to sort themselves out. Special thank you to @krirebr for helping me so much with the process. Without you literally nothing would ever be posted here 😂. (Yes I am aware that I barely post…I’m working on it!) Any feedback that you could leave would be really appreciated. ❤️

The day had been uneventful, boring, normal. But something about the day had your skin crawling. You weren’t sure what had set you off, and yet here you were pacing. Something you only did when you were anxious.

Your phone chirped with another notification, probably one of your socials. Your anxiety had you reaching for it immediately. Seeing the name of your ex pop up on the screen had your stomach dropping immediately. Neither of you had reached out in months. The man who had blustered out of your life as fast as he had blustered in was texting you.

You threw the phone onto the couch without reading the notification. Sure you could find out immediately what he wanted if you actually read the text, instead you screamed into the throw pillow. Your mind began to run with all of the possibilities of why this man would choose now to text you. Did he want money? Was he dying? Was he texting just to let you know how little you meant to him?

The last one, it was definitely the last one.

You stood from the couch and glared at the small black rectangle that had ruined your otherwise boring day. Your phone chirped again, and you physically recoiled from the sound. Deciding a drink would help with whatever it was your ex wanted you dazedly walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, your gaze immediately found the bottle of wine you had bought on a whim on the weekend. Something the lady at the grocery store had recommended since you looked so lost in the wine section. Grabbing the bottle and bypassing a glass was the best way to handle this conversation you decided.

You sat on the couch, taking a long pull from the neck of the bottle before reaching for your phone. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you unlocked the phone screen and tapped on the messages icon. There was his name in big bold letters: Andy. You hesitated as your finger hovered over the message, you could see his second message clearly Are you too busy to talk now? Maybe you could just not read it. Or read them and never respond. Or read them and respond later.

You hated every single one of those options, because you knew as soon as you opened these messages you’d be responding immediately. You took another long pull from your bottle, and placed the phone back down beside you. You needed your mind to stop. The thinking, the over-thinking, it was too much. You flipped on the TV to distract yourself and curled up like a cat. Your phone chirped again from under a throw pillow, and you pointedly ignored it.

You weren’t ready to deal with Andy. You had thought when he ended things that you would never hear from him again. Devastated. That was the only word you could use to describe how you felt after he left. You still didn’t even understand why he had ended things, only that he clearly hadn’t felt as strongly as you did about him.

There was another chirp that had you sighing and grabbing for your phone. You had to deal with it, or he wouldn’t stop. That was Andy. You pulled up the messages anticipating at least a double text, but completely unprepared for all the messages he had sent you,

I know this is out of the blue, but I need to speak to you.

Are you too busy to talk now?

Please Honey, I need to talk to you.

It’s important.

Honey…

Of course, the man could double text you, but would refuse to supply what he actually wanted to speak to you about. You typed out several potential responses before deciding on something polite but to the point.

Andy, I can talk. What’s going on?

You didn’t have to wait long for Andy’s equally to the point response.

Can I call you?

You stared at the message for a moment. You knew you couldn’t hear his voice, it would take you right back to where you were. All those months ago when he broke your heart. All the hurt, and the anger, it would be right there.

As you debated what to say, your phone began to ring. The man had absolutely no patience. You stared at his name, and without thinking answered the phone.

“Hello…” You sat and waited for him to say his peace, how bad could it be.

”Honey, I’m sorry.” You shuddered as Andy’s voice came through the phone. You forgot how his deep timbre had always made you feel comforted, and safe, and warm. “How are you doing? I know I shouldn’t be…I don’t…Are you okay?”

You hesitated before you answered. Months ago you would’ve known exactly what to say to Andy to make him feel better. Now it felt like you were talking to a stranger. “I’m fine Andy. Why are you hammer messaging me?”

Andy chuckled lightly, and you smiled at the lilting notes. “You haven’t changed.” Your eye twitched at that comment. “I just, I needed to hear your voice, Honey.”

”So you messaged me repeatedly?” You could hear the annoyance in your tone, which meant that Andy could hear it ten times louder.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this…” Andy trailed off and sighed. You huffed and pulled the phone away from your ear for a moment so you could murmur your annoyance to yourself.

”Just say it Andy, why did you reach out? Why are we on the phone?” You pulled at the threads on the throw pillow under your arm.

“I miss you.”

You felt the air leave your lungs. You couldn’t have heard him right. He missed you? No, no he was dying, or broke, or literally anything else.

“You-what?” You spluttered out the only thought that came to your mind.

Andy chuckled nervously, “I miss you. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way your forehead pinches when you’re focused. I miss the way you would take care of me. The moment I ended things? I knew I had made a mistake, and so I told myself that it was kinder to you, to just move on.”

You sat there in silence, shocked at his sudden declarations. “Why, why did you end things? What happened? Andy, I loved you so much, and then out of nowhere you just up and ended things.”

You heard Andy sigh on the other end of the phone. You could picture him scrubbing his hand down his face and scratching at the beard hairs on his chin. His nervous habit. “I got scared, I think.” He chuckled again, “I know it’s not a good excuse…”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a terrible excuse Andy. What scared you? That I loved you? That I wanted to be a part of your life? Please tell me, what exactly scared you so badly that you ended the best relationship I’ve ever had?”

You slapped a hand over your mouth. You hadn’t meant to let all of that out.

There was a long drawn out silence. “I think it was how strongly I felt about you. I was…scared of what that meant. Before I met you I thought I knew what love was. I was sure I had felt it. But once that feeling truly hit me? I couldn’t actually function.” Andy sighed again, “This isn’t coming out right.”

You took another long pull off of your bottle of wine. You let Andy’s words roll over in your mind. Could he actually be telling the truth? His love for you was so strong that he got scared. It just didn’t seem right, there was something else, there had to be.

“So what you’re saying is, our love was too much for you?” Your tone rang with annoyance and a little bit of desperation. You remembered any time you had tried to get something out of Andy that he didn’t want to tell you, how carefully you’d have to tread, otherwise he would shut down. As much as you wanted to tell him off, end the call and block his number forever. There was still a part of you that needed to know the real reason, so before Andy could respond you continued. “Andy, as much as I love this game of cat and mouse we’re playing, where it’s like pulling teeth to get information out of you,” You heard him softly chuckle on the other end of the line, “I just need the truth, maybe it will hurt me, maybe it won’t but I need it.”

There was a long silence on the line. Although it made you nervous and want to say something to fill it, you sat and sipped on your slowly warming wine while you waited for his response. Your bluntness would have one of two effects: either he would fold and tell you what you wanted, no needed to know, or he would shut down and it would be months, if ever, before you heard from him again.

His heavy sigh preceded his response, “You’re right, and wrong.” He paused as if he was gathering his thoughts. “It is true that the feeling of love between us scared me, but it’s also that it scared me so much that…”

”That what?” You knew what he was going to say, felt it deep within your soul. Your heart was about to be broken by Andy Barber once again, and what was worse, you had practically asked him to do it this time.

”I slept with someone else. It only happened once, but it was before I ended things.”

“I see.” It was all you could get out. You could feel the twisting in your chest again, the anger burning behind your eyes, the tears welling and choking you with their strength.

”I’m so sorry Honey. As soon as it was over I knew I had fucked up. But I also knew if that I couldn’t be with you still, it wasn’t fair to you.” You could hear the pleading in his voice, and it only made the anger burn stronger. Like his words had lit a match and poured kerosene over top.

“So you called me now, to…what? Make yourself feel better?” Your breathing was hard, almost panting in your anger.

”I don’t know why I’m calling. I just know that I’ve regretted that decision ever since. I miss what you brought to my life: the pure joy, the love I could feel down to my core.” Andy’s voice was strained. It was only then that you realized he was crying.

”Are you drunk Andy?” It was the only time you had ever seen him cry, when he had one too many with the boys after work.

”No, I swear. I promise Honey, I haven’t had a drink tonight.”

You took another sip of wine. Contemplating the truth in Andy’s words, the burn of his betrayal. This was just too much.

“Well I’m glad you’ve finally told me the truth Andy. Even if it is months later.” You hugged your throw pillow to your chest as you prepared yourself to say the words that you knew would hurt him as much as they would hurt you. “I can’t forgive you, for any of it. Please, just leave me alone.”

Before you could second guess your decision, you hung up the phone. You stared blankly at the TV screen, not even remembering what you had put on in the first place. What shook you from your reverie was a dull thud from your door. Like someone had just planted their forehead against it.

You stood and quickly crossed the room to check what the noise was. It was only once your hand was on the handle you knew: Andy. You unlocked the door, and twisted the handle slowly, knowing the man who had destroyed you not once, but twice was standing on the other side.

When your eyes connected with his, you could feel all of the love, joy and affection come flooding back. It took everything within you to not jump into his arms and sob until you had nothing left. Instead you gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing holding you up.

”Honey…” Andy’s voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that you weren’t even sure you heard it. His hands reached out and thumbed at the tears quietly streaming down your face. “Oh Honey, I’m so sorry.”

With that he pulled you against his chest. You could smell the high end cologne he wore to work, and the underlying scent of pure Andy. The warmth of his chest and his arms wrapping around your back had you losing all control. You sobbed with abandon into his neck, no words leaving your lips. Andy scooped you up and walked you both into your apartment. Using his foot to shut the door behind him.

He sat down on your couch, with you tucked against his chest and began murmuring quietly to you. You couldn’t make out most of it, but did catch the odd word. “Shh Honey.” “I know, I’m so sorry.” “Just let it out, okay?”

When you finally felt like you could cry no more, you pulled your face from Andy’s neck. You could feel how swollen your eyes were, in fact your whole face felt puffy. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Andy let out a full belly laugh at your meekly spoken words. To which you glared at him and crossed your arms across your chest.

”Okay, okay.” He wheezed in a breath, “I’m sorry Honey. Please just give me a chance to make it up to you. Even if that means I don’t get to feel your love again, let me just try to make this right.”

You reached out and stroked his cheek. Feeling his soft skin contrast with the roughness of his beard. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, see the grayness of his skin. “I need time Andy.”

He sighed, and let his eyes flutter shut. “Of course Honey, whatever you need.”

You reluctantly stood from his embrace, “Please leave Andy, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

He nodded solemnly. Andy stood, he moved to hug you, but you took a few steps out of his reach. He nodded again before heading for the door.

”Honey?” His back was still to you.

”Yeah?”

”I still love you, more than anything. And I promise to do everything I can to show you that.”

”Andy, maybe we should both promise not to promise anymore.”

Taglist: @stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr @rebeccapineapple @precious1610 @bval-1 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @thezombieprostitute

Rioting is happening in philadelphia for Walter Wallace. He was shot 10+ times by police while his mother stood by and begged them not to shoot. Witnesses say he had a knife but he was not near police nor was he coming near them. There was no attempt to de-escalate the situation before he was murdered.

Police have lost control of the city, and at least 12 police are in the hospital after altercations with protesters.

No one is talking about the situation. It is not trending. There is barely any media coverage for the situation, all information I have received has come straight from people living in Philly.

Raise awareness, look into the situation, speak up. Philly is in the midst of a revolution and we are hearing nothing about it.

Awn, good for reader for standing up for herself

Would love to read a continuation with Clark 💜

Mini skirt

Holacia Note: This started as an idea from the song Minifalda but spiraled out of control and this is what I got 🤷‍♀️

Summary: You and your friends head out for drinks and dancing when you run into your stupid ex-boyfriend. 

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word Count: ~860

Warnings: history of unhealthy relationship, drinking, lady sticking up for herself. Remember to never drink and drive! Surprise cameo 

Tag List: @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @stargazingfangirl18​ @thiskindahotkindamusic​

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by ilonaramona

Sweet Amber! I need your thots…

Does Honey like to show her appreciation for Curtis by dropping to her knees?

I just want that man to sucked until he’s within an inch of his life- like he’s not doing anything for the rest of the day- honey sucked him so good 😮‍💨

My love, of course, Honey will drop to her knees for that man! It is one of her favorite services to do for Curtis honestly. It is one of those things that our girl is confident in doing. That man deserves to be sucked within an inch of his life, leaving him gasping for breath and looking ruined because of how good it was. He isn't going anywhere for the rest of the day.

One Way To Say Goodbye

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

18+ Only Blog! It's all Curtis receiving Oral and feelings.

You stretched in his bed with an appreciative moan, even at the early hour. The bed was empty, Curtis already having showered and you could hear him downstairs, meaning he hadn't yet left for work. Old houses like his, it was impossible not to make some kind of noise. But that wasn't what woke you.

No, it was that feeling. Completely fucking satisfied. Curtis had spent half the night worshipping you, even though you assured him that you two could just go to sleep, knowing that although you had a day off, he most certainly didn't. He wouldn't hear of it though.

"Honey, you expect me to ignore you?" He moved his way up from the end of the bed like a predator, stalking over you with very attentive blue eyes lifted towards you while he worked his shirt you were wearing up your body slowly. He took his time with his fingertips, grazing lightly against your skin, making sure not to avoid any stretch marks but when he found those, his head dipped to track the mark with his tongue.

You resisted the urge to push him away from your imperfections, but your breathing got heavier, your body responding with a keen awareness of what Curtis was doing. Your thighs opened slightly without need from him to ease them apart. "Deny myself the chance to be with you, fill this sweet little pussy?" When has anyone ever called you little?

How were you supposed to walk after he finished with you last night? Scooping you into his chest and murmuring soft praises while you still were trying to recover from him? You took a tentative stretch, pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed and grab at his shirt discarded on the floor. You shrugged into the stretched-out ancient tee and headed for the kitchen to at least give him a proper goodbye.

Your version of one.

You found him at the sink, filling his water bottles when he glanced over his shoulder at you. There was still a heated spark, his gaze flowing up and down you like he was checking you out while also checking you out. "I love it when you wear my clothes Pretty Girl. But why are you awake? You should be sleeping in." His brow furrowed at you while he flicked the water back off and set aside his bottle to face you.

"I should be asleep still, you wore me out last night." You bit your lip suggestively while a big grin changed his features from slightly concerned to proud of himself. "Couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye."

You approached him while he shrugged, a bit of red flaring up the side of his neck and mottling his ear tips at your praise. "A man has to be crazy to pass up being with you." You smiled as you reached him, your plan coming all together as you swiftly dropped to your knees, earning you a surprised grunt from Curtis while your face was level right with his crotch. "Honey, you don't-"

"I don't have to do anything, I know." You worked your hands up muscled thighs, even through the jean fabric you could feel him tensing. Your head tilted up to look at him while your fingers worked his belt open, the leather flopping to the side and you snapped his button open while dragging the zipper down. "But I want to... Before you gotta leave for the day, let me just..." You mimicked the way his tongue traced you, inching along the very prominent vein trailing down his belly to under his boxers.

"Fucking hell." He grunted out, clearly still caught by surprise but he grabbed at his jacket lazily stretched on the counter to hand down to you. "Under your knees with his Pretty Girl."

You obliged, although bruised knees weren't about to deter you. Your nose trailed up the bulge in his boxers while fingers curled into the band and worked them down for his cock to bounce in front of your face, smacking a bit in your face till your hands wrapped around him and worked your fingertips up and down his length.

Curtis hissed at the contact, his head tipping back with a bobbing adams apple. His fingers gripped his counter edge, for now, restraining himself from grabbing your hair, for now. You knew it wouldn't last, his fingers would tangle into your strands and take over, giving you that satisfaction knowing he couldn't resist anymore of your teasing.

"You know how you love-" Your tongue wetting your lips before tracing him, pussy achingly familiar with the feel of his throbbing vein on your tongue, the masculine scent of him when your nose brushed against the patch of hair and the distinct salty taste that you would admit you were addicted to. "-worshipping me? Making me cum so hard that I just need to be taken care of while recovering?"

You pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his pelvis, your hands still jerking him but never bringing him further than that yet. ""You make me feel loved and taken cared of." Another flushing kiss against his tip now, your lips spreading a bit around him before glancing up at him, his gaze now following you intently, jaw clenched to keep whatever he was going to say inside for now. "You make me feel seen."

You didn't want him to have a chance to respond, your mouth spreading around him and swallowing him down, with some struggle from his size, but with watering eyes and a slight gag, you took him and he gave a sharp loud yell, almost a roar of your name. His hands found their purchase against your scalp, holding onto you while you pulled back to claim air and spit on him, working on swallowing him again.

"Fuck Y/N! Fuck, just swallowing me without working me in." He stuttered while you bobbed on him, relishing in the tone of disbelief. You loved doing this, his taste filled your mouth, making you drool while trying to get all of him. Silken and hard as he bruised your throat, your moans humming around him while squeezing. "Just keep taking it, Pretty Girl." He demanded, shoving your head back on him, your face slapping against his balls. Your hands grabbed his hairy taunt thighs to steady yourself from the motion.

Your scalp burned as he pulled you away, his hand circling his cock as he jerked his hand up and down the length. "You're so fucking perfect for me, ruined at my feet, right?" You let a hand drop from his thigh, dipping between your thighs and trailing your folds. When you felt your slick coat them, you showed him. Glinting slick catching the bit of light in his kitchen, you managed to whisper out.

"It's where I want to be." Then you took him back into your mouth, your tongue fluttering around him and deep moans escaped you while you took him. Later you might be sore, and have a hard time talking, but right now all that was worth it to witness the shudder rolling through Curtis, his absolute need to finish, and you wanted it. You wanted to give that to him.

When he came, it was quick. A hoarse warning and then you were feeling him shoot his spend in you, making you swallow with difficulty but there was a satisfying groan above you and his touch gentle, cradling your face while you licked him clean, your eyes darting up to witness your work.

Chest heaving and a serene satisfying look had eased his sharp dark features for now. Long lashes swept under his closed eyes for a moment, till they snapped open, dark in a way that made you squeak his name, you weren't nearly ready to be hauled to a stand, your legs shaky underneath you while he held you up against him, his mouth claiming yours with demand. You gave in, a moan escaping while your tongue slipped against his and your hands curled into his work shirt to steady yourself. When you had to pull away for air, gasping deeply, you smiled in between your breaths. "That good huh?"

Curtis half barked a laugh. "Honey, you really are perfect for me." In another move you weren't expecting, he hauled you over his massive shoulder, leaving you swinging down his back, crying out his name. "Curtis! What are you doing?"

Heavy boots thumped out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs. "Taking you back to bed." He exclaimed as he started climbing up, carrying you like you weighed nothing although you knew better. Your hands clutched at his back, keeping yourself steady as you watched the downstairs start to disappear.

"What about work?" The hallway rug was almost dizzying, the way it was moving so swiftly.

"Honey, spending the day with you is far more important than fixing trains." Curtis was gentler as he deposited you on the bed, still messed up from their fun last night. He reached over his shoulder to grasp at his shirt and pull it off over his head.

"What about the guys?" You squirmed up the bed, giving him room to get in. He mimicked his movements from last night, stalking towards you across the mattress.

"They owe me for covering for them both." He informed you. "Now Pretty Girl, you gonna spread those thighs for me? Or am I going to have to do it for you?" His hands were warm and calloused against your thick thighs, squeezing enough to show how badly he wanted to get in between them.

You let them fall open, just for him.

Do not let me start talking about this movie.

I saw it (on a non profitable way to Disney) and oh boy! To not mention the political reasons as to why the movie is a desgrace the actual plot was more disappointing than what I was already expecting.

Mushu wasn't there, he was replaced by a phoenix (that is a western mythical animal not asian) and it was barely even there. The cricket wasn't the cricket but a human character. Shang was replaced by a soldier to which she hadn't any type of chemistry with, he was just there because. Her grandmother wasn't even mentioned once and instead she had a sister to which her single personality trait was "afraid of spiders". And omg the way they ruined the scene when Mulan would fail the "test" to become a wife was.... awful and just downright stupid. They didn't wanted to put "magical" elements on the movie but than Mulan as a very strong "chi" that gives her powers and she goes against a witch that isn't evil just misunderstood and okay the witch is not the worst part but God they didn't do anything right.

And seriously why on earth would they have special effects as shitty as the ones that were portrait there? I've seen better use of slow motion on The Transporter (I think on 2nd movie?) and that is so much older than the live action.

They picked on my favourite movie and completely ruined it. The story wasn't the same if they wanted to do a different story of Mulan they could have made a movie called "The Legend of Hua Mulan" or something and to an actual live action instead of that stupid ass movie

Don’t get me started on Disney screwing up the live action Mulan 😭💅

Lord be, hell yes.  And not just Mulan but all the live action movies.  Why couldn’t Disney just leave well enough alone?!?  The animated versions were classics, a piece of people’s childhood.  Why fuck with someone’s childhood?!  Oh that’s right, money.  Bastards.

(To be fair, I have not seen live action Mulan, I would rather not be disappointed.)

Thank you Nonny.