i am too old for this

adaline bowman, amanda knox, jennifer larson it's just a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck. that's all.

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three word starters pt. 2

“don’t you dare.”

“look at me.”

“just forget it.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re being mean.”

“what a mess.”

“you are perfect.”

“jesus fucking christ.”

“you’ll be okay.”

“take a seat.”

“don’t let go.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re the worst.”

“you’re my favorite.”

“i ruined everything.”

“you ruined everything.”

“just trust me.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i feel lost.”

“i’m so alone.”

“you’re not alone.”

“hold onto me.”

“just come here.”

“stay the night.”

“please just go.”

“please don’t go.”

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The Age of Adaline, 2015 Directed by Lee Toland Krieger Written by Salvador Paskowitz, Allison Burnett and J. Mills Goodloe

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The Age of Adaline (2015)

At 8:55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current. Its effect was threefold. First, the charge defibrillated Adaline Bowman’s heart. Second, she was jolted out of her anoxic state causing her to draw her first breath in 2 minutes. Third, based on Von Lehman’s principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid - which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five - Adaline Bowman will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time. She will never age another day.

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valueofpower:

She trusts him. It was almost like he needed to hear that before he could become fully comfortable with the situation because, yes, he knew his strength and he knew how to hold it back when that was needed, but he didn’t know how his body would react to, well… this. Mentally, he reminded himself to stop thinking of that; that he wouldn’t lose control like that; that he wouldn’t end up hurting her in any way.

❝ Forever isn’t long enough, ❞ he responded quietly as her lips traveled along his jawline. The mix of her kisses and how it felt to pick up a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting into her had him groaning, his eyes falling closed for a moment. He knew he was as close to her as he physically could be, yet he still wanted to be closer somehow. He wanted to know what would make her gasp, what would make her back arch up in pleasure, what would have her murmuring his name as if it was some kind of mantra. And, well, forever really would help him find those things out.

Blue eyes blink open and catch her gaze once more when she speaks again and the corners of his lips curve upward because it’s like she had read his mind; like she’d known that he would worry about that. The last thing he wanted, especially at a time like this, was to cause her any kind of pain. But they’d promised to communicate and he trusted that she would.

That’s when his hands squeeze hers a bit, his hips drawing back far enough that only the tip of his length was still inside of her, then thrust back into her harder, faster. There wasn’t even a word to explain how it felt, all he knew was that he enjoyed this new sensation that had a low groan rumbling through his throat. It’s easy then to keep that pace even as he released his grip on one of her hands and lets his fingers tangle into her hair, tugging gently to guide her chin up, allowing him to pepper kisses down the column of her throat.

‘forever is impossible with life’.  but adaline didn’t dare say that, didn’t dare think that for more than a moment, wanting to push away that negativity and stay within the present.  as much as he worried, so did she  ---  but about hurting him mentally.  she was just scared to fully give in, even with the knowledge that she was falling for him, and him with her.   ❝ i’d rather forget about forever and focus on us right now. ❞

with her own smile forming once she catches sight of his, kisses become softer, quiet sounds of pleasure slipping through her lips, because even though they weren’t going crazy, he still had a way to drive her wild, to do just the right things already.  but then a change in pace, catching her off guard, a loud moan pressed against his skin  ---  and his sounds, the blonde wanting to keep them there forever.  she can’t deny the increase in arousal as his movements become faster, slightly harder  ;;  he wouldn’t hurt her, but she had no doubt in his ability to bring her right to that edge of pleasure, even with his inexperience.

and that becomes even more true as a hand tangles in her hair, gently tugging, eliciting a soft gasp.   ❝ steve ---   i, that, yes. ❞  because speaking in coherent sentences felt wrong, and at this point, she didn’t want to have to spend more energy trying to string along words together when she knew he’d understand.  her free hand finds his hair, too, tiny movements helping to guide him towards those spots she knew would have her melting apart at his touch.  adaline didn’t expect him to know about any of those areas, mostly because there were times she was still discovering them herself, and figuring out those points together could only make things better.

still, though, she wanted to be able to focus on him, too, to make it as incredible as it possibly could be.  his actions were making that increasingly difficult, however, with his lips moving along her neck, fingers in her hair, pace just fast enough for her to squeeze his one hand tighter, her other one then moving to travel along his back, gently scratching, pulling him closer  ( if that were even possible at this point ).   ❝ you...  really know how to drive someone crazy  ---  are you sure this is your first time? ❞

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valueofpower:

It would be a blatant lie if Steve said he hadn’t thought about this moment before, because he had… He’d thought about what it might feel like to finally be intimate with someone, but he’d always imagined it to be his wedding night (he blames the era he grew up in for that). Even so, being with her in this moment feels right. He’s nervous, yes, but only because he doesn’t want to disappoint her somehow, not because he’s scared of how he’ll feel after.

His chuckle in response to her comment about his words going to her head quickly fades in response to the next words she speaks. She’s fallen for him. And, God, somewhere deep inside he knows he feels the same. Saying those words is a big step for him, one he wants to take, but one he’s also scared of taking. Everyone he has loved has been ripped from his life and he can’t help but think that the same thing could happen again.

Steve lets his head fall forward, forehead pressing against her chest then as a smile stretched wide across his features because, maybe, just maybe, he was capable of finding love in this new century. He only stays like that for a moment, though, before her tugging him impossibly closer causes him to lift his head up once more, smile still in tact as her lips meet his.

Her next words take him by surprise. Decades. She… well, while Steve wasn’t entirely certain of her age, he knew she hadn’t been around for more than three decades. Maximum. But he wasn’t about to dwell on that. Perhaps she had just misspoken in the heat of the moment.

❝ I’ve never felt like this before either, ❞ he admitted as he let his hips rock against hers once more just because he loved the reaction it had drawn from her before. ❝ I want you, Adaline, ❞ he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers as he finally reached a hand between the two, his fingers wrapping around the base of his length, guiding the tip of it to her entrance. Slowly, he pressed in to her, his gaze fixated on her features, both to take in any expressions of pleasure or of discomfort– he’d hate to hurt her. 

❝ I want only you, ❞ he added as his hand slipped out from between them, allowing him to press inside of her fully. God, he’d never imagined how amazing this would feel and they’d only just begun. 

He’s careful then; grinds his hips gently against hers because he needs something, but he also knows that she might need a moment to get use to him being inside of her before he goes any further. 

His hands search for hers and draw them up above her head, his fingers easily twining between hers. ❝ Only you, ❞ he whispers before giving her lips a chaste kiss, ❝ forever. ❞ That’s when he draws his hips back some and then presses back into her as if punctuating his statement with his movement.

he hadn’t felt like this before, either.  adaline knew she felt something like this with her husband, but she was young, and she wore her heart on her sleeve, and she fell hard then.  and maybe there was one or two more through the years, but it could never work out.  she knew she couldn’t grow old with them, and without a future...  love was just sadness.  surely steve would understand, and even if he could still get old, even if she could still lose him, maybe all of this would be worth it.

a sharp breath washes over her lips at his movements, her own hips rocking against his, her then pressing a soft kiss to his lips.  she wanted him, too, and he knew that she wanted it, her reactions certainly being more than enough, even without words.   ❝ i trust you, steve.  i want you. ❞  because she did  ;;  she knew he wouldn’t hurt her  ( in fact, she was almost scared of hurting him  ).  he’s already done more than enough to make her comfortable, and she almost wants to tell him now, tell him everything, but there was no way for her to voice it all without sounding crazy, without breaking the mood.

eyes fall shut, just for a moment as he presses into her, a soft moan tumbling onto the sheets.  he’s careful, and she almost wants to say that it’s okay, that she was okay, but the slowness, the gentleness, is something she’s more than appreciative of.  adaline wanted this to be special for him, and taking their time and making sure both were comfortable was much better than just rushing to the finish line.

❝ you’re the only one i want, too. ❞   promising forever, though...  what if he found out about her past and then wanted nothing to do with her?  adaline trusts him, but there was only so much that someone could lie to another about without it destroying a whole relationship.  

but thoughts could only last so long, fingers lacing with his, gently gripping as lips briefly meld together once more.   ❝ forever is quite a long time, ❞  she whispers against his lips, her kisses then travelling down his jawline, soft moans spilling out the more he does, wanting to give him as much attention as he was giving her, wanting to make him feel just as good, if not better.  because he deserved it, more than he probably thought.  

legs loosely wrapping around his waist, she allows him to set the pace  ;;  adaline was happy just being this close, finding someone like him.   ❝ you won’t hurt me, don’t worry about anything, okay?  i promise i’ll say something if it gets too much  ---  and you, too.  i want you, i trust you. ❞

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valueofpower:

Steve’s glad she seemed to catch on to the fact that he was merely joking about making others hear, though– ❝ I like that, ❞ because, god, he enjoys the idea of hearing gasps and moans falling from her lips. He wants to drink them in and put them to memory, though he can’t quite explain why. It’s not to use in some future fantasy of his, he’s never really been one for that, but he simply doesn’t want to forget what she sounds like when she’s happy and on a high like this.

❝ Got it, ❞ he murmured against her lips because he refused to pull away fully unless it was absolutely necessary and making his way to the counter? Well, he didn’t deem it necessary to pull away from her for that, instead he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, suckling on it for a moment, nipping at it softly, then releasing it only to press a kiss there once more. 

It’s easy enough to find the counter and where her purse sat. That’s when he pulled back, just far enough that he could glance over her shoulder as fingers slipped into the back pocket. A few moments later, he sees the foil packet and quickly palms it so he can turn his attention back to her. His mouth finds her jaw this time, presses kisses down the line of it, then works its way down the curve of her neck. Oh, if she’d give him the time, he would map out her body with his mouth; memorize each little curve and what his kisses did to her depending on where they were placed.

But that was for another time. A time when he wasn’t achingly hard against her as he carried her to the bedroom and carefully laid her back on the bed. Steve wastes no time grabbing hold of the waist of her pants and tugging them down and off, discarding them somewhere to the side as he drank in the sight of her. ❝ Beautiful, ❞ he whispers, his fingertips dancing up her legs, along her inner thighs, over the curve of her hip. ❝ Absolutely beautiful. ❞ She was left in just her underwear and, while he would love to take in that sight for longer, he can only hold himself off for so long. 

So he undoes his own jeans and shoves them down, kicking them off, leaving himself in the same amount of clothing as her, even if only for just a moment because then he gets the courage to let his boxers join his jeans on the floor. With a slightly shaky breath, he tears the edge of the foil and rolls the condom onto himself.

Without any hesitation, he reached for her once more, fingertips hooking beneath the waist of her underwear and dragging them down until they, too, were added to the rest of their clothing on the floor. Only then does he move to hover over her once more, his hips pressing to hers, slotting them together just as he’d done before. ❝ I think I might be completely falling for you, ❞ he whispers as his hips rock against her gently, his length slipping between her folds and causing him to gasp softly.

it wasn’t just that his his touch, his kiss, was intoxicating  ---   adaline knew she was safe with him.  and he understood what it was like to be out of the times  ;;  granted, she had the opportunity to change as culture did, not be thrown from one era to another, but there was still the sense of not belonging.  here, though, with him, the rest of the world blocked out, she felt as though she was meant to be here.  

pulling away didn’t seem like a viable option for either one of them.  she wouldn’t have objected if he decided to break the kiss, knowing that it would be only a moment later until their lips found each other once more  ---  but not having to move away was very nice, too.  she almost doesn’t pay attention to the movements, focused instead on kisses pressed against his neck, but she can’t help but gently squeeze his shoulders as the sound of fingers ruffling through her purse hit her ears.  they were actually doing this.  she wanted this, she wanted him, no matter how much she might end up getting hurt.

attention now focusing on her, a soft gasp tumbles from her lips, head tilting to give him easier access.  he had to know what he was doing to her.  the truth was, though, that she didn’t even care about the end result  ;;  she would be more than happy just doing this all night, exploring each other, a flow and ebb of arousal driving their movements.  but right now, she wanted more, she wanted all of him, and adaline felt fairly certain that he wanted all of her, too.

allowing a sigh of a breath to slip through as her back finally rests upon the sheets, hair splayed beneath her, her hands still roam over his body, only stopping once her pants are tugged from her legs, his words eliciting a blush.   ❝ careful, your words might get to my head, ❞  she whispers, voice teasing, goosebumps rising where his fingers brush over.  

silence somehow takes over, for just a moment, the blonde unsure of what to say  ---  how, though, she had been with other people before him?  why did it feel as though it was both her first time and not at the same time?  maybe it was the tone surrounding them  ;;  not just lust, not just passion, but something much deeper.  trust, care, something akin to love.  easily helping to remove the last article of clothing, her hand then finds his, gently squeezing, guiding him closer.   ❝ i think...  i’ve already fallen for you. ❞

head falling back, a moan escapes, her free hand finding his back, pulling him closer.  lips crash against his, her unable to stop herself.   ❝ i haven’t felt anything like this in...  decades, if ever. ❞

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simplywadewilson:

“We’re in New York City. When is it NOT quiet?” But then he realized she was probably not from around here. “Where are you from, anyway?” It wasn’t unusual to find out who was from New York and who wasn’t. He wasn’t born here but he lived here since he was around eighteen or nineteen. “I’d love to,” he murmured, finishing up his drink and politely asking the bartender for another. “Your job sounds HELLA interesting. Do you enjoy it? The only job people should have is one they enjoy and think of as fun. I heard something like that somewhere.”

❝ only always. ❞   though, to be fair, the busier parts of california were loud nearly all the time  ---  she often opted for quieter towns, but adaline had been craving the anonymity of being in a city for a little while.  and if she had the money, and time, then why not just go?   ❝ california, though i’ve been to quite a few places.  what about you?  you don’t sound like you’re from here. ❞  taking another sip, a small smile tugged at her lips, still enjoying his company.  he was much better than the one before.   ❝ i do, i’ve always had a thing for history.  it feels like i was born in a different time. ❞  he didn’t need to know how true that statement was.

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simplywadewilson:

He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “This place is actually the EPITOME of peace and quiet compared to Sister Margaret’s.” There, they played badass music. But here? It was more like bubbly dance songs that the younger bargoers enjoyed. But he didn’t mind. He actually felt YOUTHFUL, despite being twenty-three. “Huh. That sounds interesting. Have you ever seen any funny vintage pictures? Like stuff where people make funny faces?” Seeing photos like that gave him homely vibes, whether they were on a commercial on TV or in magazines.

❝ you must be used to quite a lot of noise, then. ❞  she wasn’t certain how she would be with that  ---  for a little while, she enjoyed the anonymity that came with loud places, but adaline preferred a slower-paced world.  which was why a bar suited her more than a dance club  ( she never frequented those, even in the past ).   ❝ quite a few.  i know many talk about the world changing faster and faster, but i’ve found that it really doesn’t.  not when it comes to people. ❞  one of the perks of having an expanse of time  ;;  it allowed her to reflect, perhaps way too much.   ❝ if you ever wanted to stop by...  maybe i could find some good stuff for you. ❞

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simplywadewilson:

“It’s sort of a hidden place, shoved between two buildings. Not many people know about it.” And that’s the way it should be. And the people who did know the bar often told innocents to stay away, for it was a hub for assassins and other deadly people. At the question, Wade shrugged his shoulders, biting on his bottom lip. “It’s a rough place. Sometimes you need a break, you know. To go somewhere with peace and quiet.” Especially with ANXIETY. “What’s your day job? Homecoming queen, part-time model?”

she nodded softly  ---  so the place wasn’t well-known for a reason.  not many people liked to go to rough places, and those who often did...  it made her wonder about this wade fellow.  maybe she ought to keep her distance, but he seemed nice enough, not propositioning her or assuming she owed him  ( he seemed to just want the company right now, though she had been wrong about people before ).   ❝ most people don’t go to bars for peace and quiet. ❞  then another laugh, adaline shaking her head.   ❝ oh, no, no.  i’ve been out of school for quite some time, and i don’t care for photos.  if you’ve seen one of me, you’ve seen them all.  i work for the city archives, going through old newsreels and records.  kind of interesting if you like history. ❞

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simplywadewilson:

Wade didn’t know what the fuck she meant, but he didn’t comment or pry any further. “Jenny. Got it.” Simple name. She seemed like a nice woman, but there was SOMETHING about her and he couldn’t put his finger on it. There was something that made her somewhat UNIQUE but aside from her sense of humor, he couldn’t place what it was. “No. My usual bar is Sister Margaret’s.” But then he cut himself off. Should he tell her that he was a mercenary-for-hire? He couldn’t just tell her he was an excellent world-class assassin, the best of the best.

❝ sister margaret’s? ❞  she wasn’t sure she’d heard of that one before  ---  cities she had lived in before, they were already mapped out in her mind, but she hadn’t had the opportunity to fully explore this one.  adaline didn’t get the urge to go out very often anyways, rather spending time with her dog.   ❝ i don’t go to many bars  ;;  my day job doesn’t hold that much stress.  working at the city archives has its perks. ❞  so why was she here right now?   ❝ how come you didn’t go there instead? ❞

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simplywadewilson:

He took another sip of his drink, watching her, hoping she wasn’t too freaked out by what he said. Honestly, he’d understand if she was; if someone came up to him and told him he looks like their husband, he’d be just as CONFUSED as she was. “So you’re an old-fashioned type of person. An old soul.” They were rare, but usually they were SUPER intelligent. “Wade Wilson. Nice to meet you, Ms. Larson.”

another laugh, then, adaline moving to lean back in her seat.  an old soul?  no, not really, she was just old.  not that her face gave her away, nor her hair  ---  the only things dating her being her words, her belongings back at her home, her daughter.  ❝ oh, you don’t have any idea. ❞   her smile still didn’t fade, not giving in to any of her thoughts  ( when she got lost in her mind, apparently her friendly expression turned slightly sour ).  ❝ most people just call me jenny  ---  so...  what brought you here?  is this your normal bar? ❞

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simplywadewilson:

A part of him was actually expecting her to either throw her drink into his face, slap him, or do both. Either way, he thought she’d get angry and annoyed at him. But she didn’t. She actually laughed. “This is gonna sound weirder, but I don’t have a wife. I’ve been told I look like Ryan Reynolds– I personally don’t see it. And you? You look like Blake Lively. They’re married with kids, we’re not. See the little joke here?”

❝ oh, i see, now. ❞  she turned quiet, then, mulling it over in her mind.  adaline wasn’t sure what she thought about others looking like her  ;;  surely the government no longer was seeking her out, but she didn’t want attention placed onto her.  ❝ i don’t keep up with celebrities  ---  part of me prefers the comfort of the past. ❞  taking a sip of the drink, she briefly moved her gaze to the table, trying to figure out what exactly she should do next.  ❝ i can assure you that’s not me, though.  i’m...  jennifer larson. ❞