#mjaniewatson

[mokingbirdarch]

м. waтѕon : ❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

half amused laugh comes out as a slender arm wraps around the redheads shoulder , a smile mixed with sympathy & a hint of knowing gracing her face . “ then i guess i only have one question for you , ” she says as she looks at ( @mjaniewatson ) before cocking her head to the side , free hand pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear . “ whats your go to drink ? ”

[deweaponize-arc]

"there are better ways to spend your energy."

she means well, you know she does. it's in her voice —– almost as if she's attempting to soothe something that can't be soothed. better ways of spending your energy? rage is all you know. seeking vengeance / serving penance. her concern brushes off you like rain against adamantium, sliding until it pools at your feet, unnoticed and unwanted. your eyes narrow in a way you've perfected —– a look that says more than you could ever. there's a part of you that wants to laugh, but it dies shortly before it reaches your throat. better ways, better ways, better ways —– as if you're wasting something precious. like there's any part of you that isn't already spent, burnt out, or hollowed by the things you've done over the years. as a child. the claws, an unforgiving extension of yourself, are a reminder. they don't care about better ways. not even a decade after the fact.

the silence stretches out far, taunting and fraying, and you finally let the tension go. a rush of air is allowed into your lungs while you clear your throat. ❝ what do you consider better? ❞ the question is genuine —– not a dare or challenge, because you know she won't take it. she's too smart for that and far too kind. more than you deserve the presence of. (and because, maybe —– just maybe —– there's a part of you that wants her to try.) ❝ i'm not... like everyone else. i don't know how to put my energy into something else... i never have. ❞

[bllakc4tmoved]

SHE FINDS AMUSEMENT IN THIS MOMENT, : OF COURSE SHE DOES, this is felicia we are talking about. ... &. though she is the master of misguiding, 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎, this time, she doesn't opt for a mask, ( for none other that decorates those vixen features now. ) ... instead, she lets it all show : her amused huff audible, &. her signature grin can be spotted. it is all in response to her statement, @mjaniewatson ' i'm generous with you , considering. ' ... ❝ and what did you expect me to do, hm? ❞ HER VOICE ECHOES, clicks of her heels echo in dark alley as 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, head cocked to her side &. her grin ever lasting!

EVERYTHING ABOUT HER RADIATES CONFIDENCE, : AS IF THIS THIEF STOLE THE WHOLE ATMOSPHERE FOR HERSELF, ... but let her have her fun : let the cat play with the yarn, pulling those strings that can cause various reactions. ( she can't wait to see where this one leads, given their habit ) ❝ praise you? ❞ eyebrow raised, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆. SILVERTONGUE CLICKS, &. all is needed to wave her index finger from side to side, yet she doesn't : her tone speaks for itself. ❝ sounds like someone is pretty greedy, red. ❞

[bllakc4tmoved]

🔥

send me a 🔥 and i'll tell you one thing my muse finds attractive about yours

🔥 mj : felicia likes how feisty mj can be, it is even better when she is the cause of it. that fiery side of her is something she can both admire, the determination mj has when she decides to do something, she will ... it is very much like her own, even though at the start these two probably tried to deny it.

[heircurse-1]

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock inside while they do another task  (  @mjaniewatson reading lines hehe  ). 

now, harry's no actor... not by a long shot, not by any stretch of the imagination —— but that doesn't mean he can't play pretend for a little while; by lazily sounding out words on the paper @mjaniewatson had given him. ( after all, ) she insisted on nailing this upcoming audition... and when had he truly ever given her even a hint of rejection? never, never, never... ( she's the warmth in this otherwise chilly parlor, ) now the warmth that had settled onto his lap what felt like an eternity ago.

AND IF SHE THOUGHT HIS DELIVERY HAD BEEN DULL AND UNENTHUSIASTIC IN THE BEGINNING....

well, now it was just poor and somewhat strangled each time his mouth opened. harry's no actor... and it would be near impossible for him to pretend anything at this moment, to stifle his growing impatience. ( it was entirely unfair, ) the process that had led them half bare and wholly connected; as connected as two bodies could possibly be. he'd rightfully assumed her rehearsing had been completely abandoned once touching began. once clothing was torn away; and certainly once she'd lowered herself down onto his lap, further and further until he was fully seated inside of her in a sensation that made his eyes flutter shut.

UNTIL THAT FUCKING SCRIPT ENDED UP BACK IN HER HANDS.

it's impossible for him focus —— being buried within a wet embrace that made his cock twitch in anticipation and head swim. his own paper had been long forgotten and tossed aside, so he tries to look at hers by peering over her shoulder. ( just as it was impossible for him to stay still. ) with a hand snaked around, long pianist fingers were splayed over her abdomen while his hips attempted to faintly rock into her with a bubbling frustration and avidity. his lips brushed over her shoulder, nudging aside the falling cascades of red with a hot sigh; ( it'd be so easy to just grab her hips and lift her up and start fucking her himself— )

but she was still reading... and he'd lost what line she was on. there's a slight tremble in his fingers; and they tweaked before subtly tightening over her stomach as he finally cut her off mid sentence with an almost breathless but stern rendition of her name. ❛❛ start moving. ❜❜ despite it coming off as more of a command— and it was— there's still a plea hidden within it.

[loveologie]

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other: found family

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other: there's only room in this town for one diva

@mjaniewatson // -ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

[loveologie]

 ( ! )         ♡          admittedly    —    the    house    had    lost    the    spark    of    home.    stacy    residence    paled,    now,    compared    to    the    designated    hub    of    respite    it    had    once    been.    gwen    had    been    avoiding    the    rooms    that    held    the    strongest    memories.    thin    layers    of    dust    sat    more    comfortable    in    the    family    room    than    she    did    as    of    late.    perhaps    the    liveliest    of    her    mismatched    bunch    could    bring    a    little    of    that    life    back.                               ❛❛  you’d  think  all  the  men  buzzing  around  us  would  jump  to  haul  boxes,  ❜❜                gwen    drops    well  -  packed    box    onto    guest    room    bed    with    a    dull    recoil.               ❛❛  you  have  more  shoes  than  kate  spade.  call  up  the  bank  for  a  loan  —  the  mary  jane  boutique  needs  to  open  up  &  lighten  this  load.  ❜❜ ( @mjaniewatson )

[bllakc4tmoved]

BEWARE OF THAT SMIRK, : IT FOREWARNS OF THE TROUBLE! ... though, one could say it is already too late, when sharing the atmosphere with the very embodiment of it! WITH THIS UNPREDICTABLE ENIGMA, only one thing was certain : 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ... @mjaniewatson ' what do you want from me? ' fingertips decorated by those LETHAL CLAWS placed against her heart, PERFECTLY FEIGNING OFFENSE ... if it wasn't for that grin upon noir lips that had yet to wash away, revealing the act with all the playful intention! ( for nothing would be revealed, should she not will it. ) ❝ red, i am hurt! ❞ try to at least contain your amusement slightly, 𝐂𝐀𝐓! ❝ can't a girl simply drop by for a chat? ❞ of course one can ... but one does not do it with the claws &. all!