What the fuck happened to the tumblr post layout…
thank you again @stottlemorgan for the tag for snippet Monday !! Well Tuesday.. This is something I wrote for Joel <3
He’s always up early, not that you’d notice. Not until he comes back smelling like coffee, nuzzling the sleep out of you like a dog. Only much slower; a ritual of memorizing every inch of you with his nose, his lips. His hands a warm wave, washing over your thigh, your waist.
Baby, baby, baby, until he sees you smile. It’s then that his day really starts.
You pull him much closer, fingers scratching the scruff on his face. He hums pleased, before it dissolves into a kiss. Your arms naturally curl around his neck like a mimosa.
Tagging anyone who wants to participatee
thank you for the tag @vlyncrsn <3 (and the media I will steal)
Get to know your mutuals better
1. Origin of your username
foo fighters’ song called everlong <3 + my desperate yearner heart 🤕
2. I will always order this food
noodles of any shape from any country! Nuggets, fries
3. Overused emojis
😭🫶🏼🧍♀️☹️🤕
4. Current favourite show/movie/book
monk 2002 ( thank u again Evie <3 ), diary of a wimpy kid lol, the bible ig 🧍♀️
5. Song on repeat
LeeHi - HSKT
6. Last thing you hyperfixated on
RDR lolll🧍♀️
7. Oddly specific thing that brings you joy
freshly washed bedsheets
8. Phone wallpaper
9. What smell makes you happy
freshly washed bedsheets again. And this baby brand perfume that I use
10. Morning, night or other type of person
night for sure
11. What’s your work/profession
I design hampers for birthdays, baby showers, family events
tagging whoever wants to participate <3
when a mutual posts a poll you know nothing about, but they say "orangutan johnson my beloved, orangutan johnson sweep!!!!" you vote for orangutan johhnson. it's called loyalty.
Unfinished
(Arthur Morgan x Reader)
pull up a log
This one’s for the moments that almost go too far… hands that linger, breath that stutters, and the kind of restraint that makes your chest ache worse than giving in ever could.
This is a complete one-shot. It's not... unfinished. Or is it?
If it left you warm, flustered, or staring at the screen a little too long…
Yeah. Me too.
Not sorry.
— 🔥
Unfinished
It isn’t supposed to happen like this.
You’re meant to be checking tack behind the old barn — quick, quiet, in and out. Arthur follows you in with a muttered comment about the door hanging crooked, and then the door shuts behind him with a dull, final thud.







