#sercphvs

[blackplanct]

[ fake fiancee ]: @sercphvs

whether they were faithful to them or not was one thing, but nearly every athlete in any of the leagues showed up to these award ceremonies with their spouses on their arms.  while there was a select few women travis had the pleasure of sharing his body with, he was largely a single man.  the interactions he had with these women were strategically balanced to be casual yet intimate, fulfilling and a tad bit transactional. then there was lauryn.  he very rarely admitted it, but she was special to him.  lauryn was breathtakingly gorgeous, incredibly smart, never stressed him out about anything, and had an affinity for home goods.  maybe he was falling for her, but that did not stop him from asking her to be his date.  being used to this casual thing by now, travis was fairly certain he could ignore any feelings he might have had for her.

a week after the show, travis was lauryn’s doorstep, knocking like he owned the place.  “hi,” his shoulders relaxed at the sight of her.  he went there feeling slighted since she ghosted, but seeing her face just made him realize how much he simply missed her.  and it had only been 7 days.

[waywardsignnsa]

@sercphvs •• Chloe

Dad... it was an odd concept for the woman to wrap her mind around, the idea that the man that had raised her wasn’t actually her birth father. In fact it had taken weeks on end before she finally came to terms with it, after countless hours of research on adoption and other people who had cases just like this. Granted, that had meant hours on end spent at the library going through various books and a few agonizing hours staring at a computer screen to read other people’s stories ... but it had led her right to this moment right here and now. 

Chewing anxiously on her gum that had long ago lost its flavor, Chloe admittedly had been standing in front of his door for ... well she didn’t know how long now honestly. Even then it took a moment longer for her to gather what little bit of courage she didn’t truly feel, before she raised her hand and knocked on the door ... and waited for what was to come.

[landsfew]

@sercphvs || contd from (x)

bobbie knew jamal always carried a little more weight than he should have to. sometimes the measure of a person’s light was a good indicator of the darkness they’d had to live through. jamal shone like a beacon: that meant something, it had to. he’d opened up about his mom taking off once they’d been dating for a while. it made bobbie angry, though she held it back, knowing that it wouldn’t do anyone a lick of good. she just couldn’t imagine leaving her own child behind like that. but her father had always told her not to judge someone until she’d walked a mile in their shoes. she did her best to abide by that.

she tried to make sure jamal knew how loved he was, not just by her but by her daughter, her family, his own–– even though she knew that he already knew. it killed her to see him hurting–– he was such a kind soul, one of the best she’d ever met. she wondered if simone ever regretted leaving. surely she would if she could see her kids now.

it was dark when bobbie woke up–– unusual for her. she’d rolled over in her sleep so that she was facing away from jamal, but he was stirring next to her, so she sat up, peering down at him.

“...baby?” his eyes were screwed shut, body shifting restlessly, and his lips moved though she couldn’t make out any sound clear enough to understand. she knew waking someone up during a nightmare could be startling, but she figured that was always better than letting them suffer through it. when she leaned in closer, one arm braced on the side of him furthest from her, she could see he was distressed. “jamal,” she murmured soothingly, “baby, hey... wake up. open your eyes, it’s okay...”

but her words didn’t quite rouse him. he started moving again, and she tucked herself against his side, pulling his sleeping figure into her arms. “hey,” she cooed, “wake up, baby, i’m right here.” he flinched in her embrace, and she kept holding on to him until he relaxed into her touch. “that’s it, baby. i’m here, i’ve gotcha.” when he buried his face in her neck she could feel her heart lurch as he spoke. “oh angel...” she whispered, “i’m not going anywhere... ‘specially not without you.” her nose brushed against the side of his face as she turned her head to press a reassuring kiss into his temple. “i’m with you, always.”

[altadcna]

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“how you feelin’?” trey rested a bag of takeout on the coffee table, naturally leaning over to press a kiss to monique’s lips.  they arrived in new york city over the weekend after reaching a consensus on his loft being safer than atlanta.  he had been doing everything since then to make this transition comfortable for monique, but he could tell all of this was incredibly difficult for her.  trey could see that her world, as she knew it, was crumbling around her.  the empire she spent her entire life building had been tainted with a bullet to the torso and questionable loyalties...nothing was the same.  “talk to me,” he settled next to her on the sectional, taking her hand into his.

[armsdealing]

@sercphvs / random starter.

Left to his own devices, Saul is an acerbic kind of sharp. Wolves sense challenge in his blunt tone, his maybe-intentional, maybe-not sneers and remarks, and they get all riled up, bringing no small amount of fun for him and no small amount of trouble for Domingo. In Denver, he’s determined to play nice, however. As nice as he can, if only so the alpha stops being on his ass so much. 

"Fancy place,” as he eyes the home with detached interest. Lavish. Big. The short of things he only sees in interior design magazines. “I imagine the pool must be around the back, si? Private theater in the basement, that kinda thing.” Small talk. His favorite kind of talk. Domingo and the local alpha, Josephine Taylor, have retreated to discuss pack business in another room, so it’s all Saul has left if he’s not gonna start shit.

[cajuun-blog]

“ fancy bumpin' into you here, “ remy jokes as he shrugs his shoulders and looks towards his old friend. his hands are slipped inside of his pockets while he look into her eyes. it’s been quite some time since he’s seen yemi. the last time that he remember running into her was during a pro-mutant march and even that had been happenstance. but regardless of the circumstance, the cajun was always glad to see to his friend.

“ you look good, mon ami. how’ve you been? last ah saw you, you were holdin’ a sign an’ chantin’ ya heart out. “ slowly, remy pulls his hands from his pocket and he opens his arms up to olayemi, offering her a hug and a bit of affection. his charming tongue is turned down but his genuine elation to see her was at an al time high.

the cajun could use a pick me up and she was definitely a pick me up for his mood, which has been down as of late. 

@sercphvs

[fbiartist]

sercphvs replied to your post “The fact that Ziva just attracts so many criminals as friends is...”

but when she finds out jamal is into illegal street racing

sHE WILL BEND HIS EAR. BECAUSE SHE IS WORRIED. 

[riverbodies]

how did you initially come up with emiliano?

     i saw sb using oscar isaac as a Sexy Latin Lover for the 348635094536th time and i was FED TF UP. oscar is guatemalan like myself, so he’s always been a lil dear to me,,, and that was the last straw. so i decided to be guatemalan on main! which i never get to do, bc my other two muses are white. i poured all the culture and history of guatemala, researched as well as spoke to my dad ( a refugee and survivor of the war ) and my family who are still in guatemala. he really was a passion project at first, because there are -2 latin characters that are made to be more than racist stereotypical caricatures and i decided to just. do it. and i fell in love with him! he’s one of my fave muses, even though he’s new and was made spontaneously.