#i understand how difficult it is to see your house is on fire when you're inside the house

[anniegetyourbubblegum]

I keep seeing posts from people in the US debating whether to vote for Biden in their upcoming elections to stop Trump from winning again or to punish the democrats for aiding Israel in the genocide of Palestine.

I'm argentinian and as far as I'm concerned, you should vote for whichever candidate you think will benefit you more, because you're from the US and that's all it's good for. The rest of the world will continue to suffer at your hands no matter what. Let me explain.

Democrats and republicans are not a representation of left and right wing politics: both parties are on the right side of the spectrum, only the GOP is more honest about it.

Republicans, as right wing parties do, run on promises of austerity, reducing taxes and being tough on crime. Democrats run promising to use tax money to ease your life: affordable healthcare, education and housing, all guaranteed so you can live the life of a first world citizen.

And then, they don't deliver.

You still have school shootings, massive incarceration, corruption in all levels of government, and the poorest pay a higher proportion of taxes than the richest. Healthcare, education and housing are extremely expensive and often require people to get into heavy debt to afford to have their most basic needs met, and that's only possible if you have good credit.

It's a reductive analysis for the sake of brevity, but you get the gist. The point is that having you be poor and afraid is the goal: it's a feature, not a bug.

You want to go to college? You need to buy a house? You want to start a family? Well, the military complex needs bodies! The US has far too many enemies to their way of life, so they'll need people to defend it! In exchange, they'll "guarantee" just enough money that you won't be destitute.

The US spends the most amount of money on their military in the world, by a long shot. To justify spending that kind of money, you HAVE to have wars. To have wars, you need enemies.

So, you get propaganda. "Muslims are extremists and hate our way of life." "Latin americans want to come to our country and steal our jobs." "China and Russia are communist countries that are waiting to destroy us." And you gobble it up.

You love it so much. It's in your news, in your videogames, in your movies and TV series and comic books. So, when they ask you to fight, you go running! You'll get some money out of it and you'll get to live your life the way you were promised. Sure, PTSD from the horrors is a given, but there's pills for that! And award winning movies about how difficult it is to go to war! It's all covered.

So the small, poor countries that you invade lose their money, natural resources, and their sovereignty but HEY, you brought democracy there! And the US is protected from this many enemies! Mission accomplished, right?

Well, as a citizen of a third world country whose current president is an insane pawn of the GOP, I'd like to say fuck you. He was placed so that the US could take our recently discovered lithium, and you'll get it. Enjoy your shitty iPhone 5000 I guess. It'll come at the small price of the hunger of my countrymen, but since Twitter user dan91883719 says argentinians all descend from escaped nazis, I guess it's alright.

Israel has killed Palestinians and illegally expanded its borders for over 70 years. Both democrats and republicans have sent aid and weapons to make this possible. It's in the US best interests to have conflict in the Middle East and have an ally control the area. Israel is a feature, not a bug.

And those of you who vote blue? You're trapped. Even if you know it's shit, you're unable to organize. Instead of rallying to form a new party, or a at least get a better candidate, you keep voting bad instead of worse and pat yourselves on the back for a job well done. Democrats are well aware of this and that's why they run on platforms that promise to make your life better and then sit back and say "our hands are tied" when you lose rights.

So, if you're still doubting it, vote for whoever the fuck you want. The war machine that you call 'country' won't stop no matter who's president, because those who hold the real power are already getting exactly what they want from it. Your suffering as US citizens is just as planned as the suffering of those who live outside of it.

TL,DR: Vote for whichever candidate you feel will defend your interests best. Lord knows it won't make a lick of difference for the rest of the world, because both political parties have the same plans when it comes to foreign policy.

#argentina #free palestine #the usa #2024 elections #Democrats #Republicans #gop #dnc #joe biden #donald trump #free gaza #gaza #genocide #it's obviously more complex than just this #but it's one in the morning and fuck it I'm tired #i understand how difficult it is to see your house is on fire when you're inside the house #but you still have to make an effort to put it out #vote 2024 #foreign policy

[lunarmoves]

"can i have a kiss?"

you abruptly choke on the sip of water you'd been taking, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth as you cough roughly and loudly into your palm. it's enough to make your throat ache, and you barely register a large hand patting you on your back as you do your best to clear your windpipe.

"pardon?" you eventually force out, voice scratchy as you look up at sun through watering eyes. "what did you say?"

sun's head tilts to the side slightly. it's difficult to parse out what he's thinking with those blank eyes of his. "can i have a kiss?" he repeats for you in the same tone and inflection—light and casual like he's simply asking about the weather.

you blink owlishly at him, then glance around the empty daycare. maybe as an excuse to not look at him. everything was cleaned swiftly today, leaving you with some free time before you had to clock out. you just hadn't expected it to be spent like this, however. you clear your throat and look back at sun. his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, barely noticeable had he not been standing stock still.

"...what's brought this on?" you ask after a short moment of silence. you're stalling, you know, but you're genuinely curious.

his head tilts the other way, a quiet click coming from his face plate. and then—like he hadn't just been standing before you, still as a statue—he jolts back into an amiable sway.

"oh, you know!" he gushes out, clasping his hands together and making the bells attached to his ribbons jingle with the motion. "we just see the way parents kiss their children at the door! and, well, those kids love to play house a lot too, you see. it's difficult not to notice it when it happens all the time! we are simply..." he trails off, as though searching for the right word. "...intrigued."

"right..." you're not quite buying what he's trying to say. hell, your ears are likely still tinged red from the initial embarrassment of his question. "you give kisses to the kids all the time, though," you point out. they aren't kisses so much as they are little taps of his static smile to their boo-boos or foreheads when they ask. you only know they're intended as kisses because sun lets out an exaggerated mwah every time.

sun only looks at you, something tense along the line of his thin shoulders. you wait, in the silence of the too large daycare, as he seems to ruminate upon something. and when he speaks, it makes something curl tightly in the deepest pit of your stomach.

"that's different," he replies quietly. a pin drops in the far distance.

your tongue suddenly feels too thick for your mouth and you swallow before you reply. "how so?" you find yourself asking. you... you don't quite understand. or maybe you don't want to. maybe you're looking for an answer you're not quite prepared to hear yet. maybe you are ready and you just don't realize it yet.

"they're not you." it's said simply—like saying the sky is blue or grass is green. your lips purse together. you refuse to admit how that makes you feel—how it makes something hot flood throughout your body.

"...there are cameras," you say weakly, trying to fight down the flush crawling up your neck and into your cheeks. was this really happening? was he really asking you this? it's just a kiss, you scold yourself. you're overreacting. he's a robot—it's not like it means anything to him. right? "i'm on shift. i could get fired." it doesn't matter if it's a friendly little peck—anything seen like that with a robot on cameras after the daycare has closed will be detrimental to your career.

"don't you worry your silly little head about that!" sun waves a hand in dismissal, his eyes upturned slightly into white crescents. there's a curve to his smile that you're only minutely wary of. "we've taken care of it!" ...whatever that means. you eye one of the cameras positioned near the ceiling of the daycare, the small red light on it frozen. you... aren't going to question that. you internally sigh.

sun's always curious—always pushing boundaries. always seeing how far he can go with you before you take a step back.

it seems like you'd taken too long to respond. sun closes the small distance between the two of you with a single, long stride, standing before you in a way that makes you crane your head up. your personal space is wiped out in an instant. he bends down until his face is mere inches above yours. and then he waits.

"don't be shy!" he tells you brightly, fingers flexing by his sides. one of his rays twitches atomically. "put 'er right here!" his face plate spins slightly as an indicator.

he's really not leaving you much room for choice here. you huff at his persistence, giving him a small roll of your eyes. and with a deep breath to help ground yourself—keep your head clear and look at this all from an objective standpoint (robot, he's a robot, he's curious, it doesn't mean anything)—you eventually raise yourself up on your tippy toes.

a kiss—as small and feathery as a wisp of wind on a cool, fall day—is pressed delicately to the plating of his forehead. the metal is cool under your touch, a contrast against the warmth of your skin. you don't let yourself linger, dropping back down onto your heels as you clear your throat and force yourself to look at him. he's still watching you—with that too large smile and too squinted eyes.

"there you go," you force out as casually as you can. there's something swarming in your gut and you're not sure if it's a good thing or not. "happy?"

sun's rays spin around once, but he doesn't move away. his smile stretches wider—thinner like a blade. and when he speaks, there's a faint depth to his voice that makes you think of the way moon speaks.

"you missed." he bends down closer to you, the shadows of his lithe form casting themselves across your face. he lifts a hand to tap once against the metal of his smile and the sound seems to echo through the daycare. you stare up at him with wide eyes, a cool prickle making its way down your spine. sun's face plate makes another sharp click. "do it again."

you mouth opens, then closes, until you finally muster up the will to let out a little laugh—albeit a slightly shaky one.

"c'mon, dude, i gave you a kiss." you let out another chuckle and find yourself leaning back just a tad. "i should head out now anyways, it's getting lat—"

before you can even finish your sentence, sun's hands dart out to grip you tightly on your upper arms. trapping you within his hold as he draws you closer. you're forced to look up at him, all tense lines and twitching metallic parts.

"you misunderstand, friend." sun grins wider, the gleam of his teeth sharp in the daycare's lighting. you take the smallest step back. "i wasn't asking."

moon

#u best BELIEVE moon's in there fuming sun got a kiss before he did LMFAOOO #...to be continued ?? #dca x reader #dca x y/n #dca x self insert #fnaf dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendant x y/n #daycare attendant x self insert #sun x you #sun x reader #sun x y/n #sun x self insert #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #sundrop x y/n #bit of #moon x reader #if u squint #shay scribbles daydreams

[macfrog]

walking through fire | one shot

just something that's been on my mind the last few weeks. i hope that you're all ok going into this difficult time of year. and if there's any part of this, big or small, that you find yourself resonating with - there will always be a warm, cozy chair in my inbox/dms, free for you to come sit, hang; we can talk about everything or nothing at all. love you guys. 🤍

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk. (better than most healthcare systems offer amarite)

warnings: quite literally about depression & anxiety so please read at your own discretion. established relationship, fluffy soft!joel takes care of his girl, implied suicidal thoughts, use of medication to treat depression/anxiety, feelings of worthlessness/burdening, but hope! in the end! a wee sliver of hope!

word count: 2.7k

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November turns on itself all too quickly.

Your body feels like lead, sinking deep into the mattress. Like a broken, rusted shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean; your hand lying limp above the bedsheets like a sailor’s last attempt at reaching over the waves for help.

Joel opened the blinds today. Nuzzled into you, the scruff of his beard sharp on your numb skin, and then stood up and slowly unveiled the glaring light of white cloud. You shrunk further into the bed, your hot breath suffocating you under the sheets. Inhaling and exhaling, breathing in your own rotten air.

He pushes the door open and shuffles across to the bed. Your sea dips when he lowers into it, two arms slipping around your waist like a lifebuoy. He pulls you into his chest; his warm body melting the ice of your bones.

“Hey,” he whispers, and drags his nose across your cheek. He kisses your temple, combs his fingers through your hair. Dabs his thumb along your bottom lip and then says again, “Hey, darlin’. You awake?”

Your eyes flutter open, only enough to see the blurry shape of him; the strong curve of his shoulder, the binary of dark cotton and pale skin.

“Hi, baby. How you feelin’ this mornin’?”

The words catch on the dry cliff of your throat, dangling for a few seconds like panicking climbers, before plummeting into the abyss. You settle for an incoherent mumbling, a vibration on your lips that Joel understands through the pad of his thumb.

“Yeah,” he sniffs, “not so good, huh? That’s okay. You know how much I love you?”

And that peels your eyes open a fraction more. Only enough to sharpen the image of him, to find the dark pools of his eyes and the way the flame in them flickers as he says it.

“Love you so much,” he whispers. The tiny fire thaws the very bottom of your heart, even if only enough to keep the blood pushing heavily through your veins.

Your eyes close over again, and you take his shirt in two weak fists, pulling yourself into his body. Your head fits in the crook of his arm, burying into his side.

“You feel like leavin’ the house today?” he asks, voice sweet and earnest. “Just for a little while? We could go for a walk, could go for a drive. Just you ‘n me, sweet girl.”

You shake your head, your eyes prickling from the sincerity of his question. The guilt beginning to creep its way over your shoulders.

“No? You don’t wanna?” He lifts his head, staring out at the view from the window. “’s a nice day out. Cold, but it’s dry, ‘n the leaves are all orange and yellow, just like you like. Not even for a half hour?”

That same guilt – sneering, bullying – pokes a sharp-clawed finger in your ribs until you answer him. “Tired,” you mumble, screwing your eyes shut until you see the sudden, violent assault of stars in your vision.

“I know you’re tired, baby,” Joel says, stroking your back. “But it might do you a little good to get some fresh air. And you’d be with me, and we can come back home whenever you decide.”

Your fear and shame seem to cower beneath his words; melted by the soft timbre of his voice. They retreat inward, burrowing deep between the cage of your ribs, twisting and mangling around your pale bones.

“We can come back whenever?” you whisper, defying their threats.

“Whenever, darlin’. Promise.”

You surrender yourself, letting him take you in his arms and carry you over to your closet, where he sets you down gently. Keeping an arm around your waist, Joel waits patiently as you pick an outfit, and then helps drape it over your frame. You feel more statue than human – solid substance rather than plush flesh. Cold and brittle; the tender touch and lively glow drained from your skin the same way it drains so quickly of energy.

You’ve been fighting for years. Months and months and months of one step at a time and just keep going. Being told you’re more than what’s going on in your brain, being told not to let it become you. But there are days when you stand before the mirror, and you don’t recognize the figure staring back at you. The dark tunnels in place of eyes, the thin line of her lips.

There are days you can see the marks on your skin from how tight your anxiety and depression bind you; wrapping like ivy around your body until there’s nothing left of you to see through the dark green leaves. Just a haggard, shapeless thing. A skeleton too tired to carry the weight of yourself; a heart too weary to beat in time.

There once existed a time you had smiled, even laughed – you know it, you have the lines scored deep into your cheeks to prove it. Sometimes they ache when you think about it, like even they miss the feeling. Joel knows it, too – you sense it whenever he tells some dumb joke, sense that he’s searching your face for the slightest lift, the slightest dip of a dimple. And it fucking kills you, when you realize you have nothing sincere or true to offer him. No swollen cheeks, no flash of teeth. At best, a heavier exhale pushed from your nostrils.

It all feels so long ago, that lighter, fresher, happier you. It feels so far from your clutches. Like you’re drifting further and further from the surface, disappearing into the murky depths of your own mind.

The doctors, the articles, the fucking motivational posts on Instagram all say the same. Keep fighting it. Confront your illness. Prove it wrong. But you’re so fucking tired of fighting. Fighting it the entire drive to work, your heart threatening to burst; fighting it every conversation you have, your façade slowly cracking. Swallowing the panic like you swallow the medication; both of them sticking in your throat and refusing to go down.

There is no fighting it. There is no overcoming through confrontation. If you broke your leg, shattered every bone to dust, would they say the same? You gotta walk on it straight away to make it strong again. You don’t think so.

Joel doesn’t seem to think so, either. Joel, with a heart of molten gold, ready at every turn to let it pour onto your skin and paint it the color of sunlight when you can’t do it yourself. Joel, with his strong arms and wide reach, bundling you up over the top of all that foul ivy and snapping its thick stems with just his fingers.

Joel, who will sit at the edge of your bed and watch you take your meds; kiss your forehead and squeeze you tight when you show him your empty mouth. Joel, who will hold you in the dead of night and tell you stupid stories about his brother when they were kids, rubbing your back and chasing the dark ghosts from your mind.

Joel, who still sees something in you – whether he’s imagining it or not – and decides each day that it’s worth protecting. Worth saving. You’re worth saving, even on the days you don’t believe it yourself.

He drives for ten minutes, a little out of the suburbs and into a thicket of fire-colored leaves and solid, frozen ground. Fall sinks its teeth deep into the roots of the earth, drying up the bloom of summer and replacing it with something harder, something tougher. Nature is dying in the November breeze – the amber leaves painted the color of the trees’ blood as they fight a losing battle against the shifting of time. You feel yourself decaying with it: a drawn-out, painful surrender to the bleak days and dark nights.

Joel keeps his hand on your thigh the entire ride; you keep your fingers intertwined with his. The fluttering in your chest gets quicker and quicker, spreads its wings wider the further you feel from home. Your mouth dries up, forcing you to swallow after every third breath. But his hand stays there, planted on you like the root of an ancient tree: never shifting, no matter how strong the wind throws punches.

A shaky breath falls from your lips when he slows to a halt, the truck parked by a long wooden gate. He cuts the engine and turns to you, squeezing your leg lightly.

“We’re just gonna walk down there,” he nods out the window, “and back again. As slow as you like, ‘n we turn back when?”

“Whenever I want,” you whisper, nodding.

“Whenever you want, darlin’. Just say the word, alright? Sound good?”

You nod, blinking away the strain of tears across your vision. Your knee bounces, the metal buckles on your boots clinking in the footwell.

Joel rubs his thumb against your cheek. Lifts your free hand and places a delicate kiss to your knuckles. “I am so proud of you,” he mumbles against them, like scoring it into the bone.

You fill your cheeks, flattening your lips together, and he pulls on his door handle.

Five paces from the car, you realize how cold it is. The bitter air snaps at your cheeks, drags the salty tears from your eyes. Joel quickly fixes the collar of your jacket and pulls your scarf over your face.

“You bring gloves?” he asks.

Your head shakes in response.

“Here.” He fishes in the pockets of his tan jacket for a dark brown pair, flicking his fingers for you to hold your quivering hands out. He slips them on, all too big for you, and then knots his fingers through yours and leads you on down the sloping backroad.

Bordered by tall trees on either side, you feel secluded and hidden from the rest of the world. It fills you with equal parts comfort and terror: nobody else is here. No one can see your vacant eyes, the wet stain of fallen tears on your cheeks. Not the vice grip you have on your boyfriend or the weak quiver of your voice.

And at the same time: nobody else is here. No people, no sign of life. Just an isolated track, the looming trees overhead, the squelch of muck and the bite of fall for company.

Joel matches your pace, strolling along by your side with your arm through his and his hand resting on top of yours. He catches your glances over your shoulder, sees the jittery movements of your head as you scan the scene around you, and pats the back of your hand tenderly.

“Take a deep breath for me.”

You fill your lungs with a chilly gulp of air, pushing it back out again as steadily as you can.

“And again.”

You repeat the exercise, your chest swelling against your buttoned up coat.

“You’re doin’ great,” he says, looking down at you. “You feelin’ okay?”

“I’m – Yeah, I’m just…” you twist back to search for the wooden gate, “…can’t see the truck anymore.”

“’s right there, promise ya. You wanna go back?”

He pauses, and your boots scuff to a halt on the stony terrain. You chew the inside of your cheek, eyebrows arching to release more tears from between your lashes. “No,” you breathe, “I wanna try to go further.”

“Then let’s try to go further. Yeah?”

You nod, setting off when you realize he’s waiting for you to take the lead.

The fields on either side of you are strung with a thick blanket of mist from one end to the other, masking the trees at the opposite side and obscuring the line between earth and sky. Your body close to Joel’s, your heartbeat attempting to match the steady pace of his, you feel safe, protected. The promise that you can call it a day whenever your body begins to weigh too much, whenever your lungs begin to falter.

Somewhere between the thinning of the hedgerows, another slanted, shabby gate materializes. Its crisscross panels and worn wooden posts separating you from the first company in your twenty-minute walk.

“Joel,” you call, loosening your grip on his arm and wandering over to the long, dewy grass towards a chestnut horse, a sliver of white fur diving deep between her eyes.

She slowly thumps over, huge hooves sinking deep into the soft dirt. Her long tail swishing, navy rug wrapped around her midriff. She docks at the gate, puffing a heavy breath – hot, thick clouds shooting from each nostril.

“Hi,” you say quietly, lifting a floppy-gloved hand for her to sniff. “Joel?” you say again, glancing down at her swollen belly, the low droop of the rug. “I think she might be pregnant.”

She tosses her head up, ears flicking, and nuzzles into the soft material of Joel’s glove. You feel her wrinkled muzzle, the strong, solid bridge of her nose. She blinks slowly; huge, deep brown eyes twinkling in the late-morning light, and you swear she’s trying to communicate something to you.

“Hey, girl,” Joel says, running a careful hand down her mane.

The horse sighs serenely, eyes flitting between the two of you. Her nostrils flare gently, light brown lashes fluttering. You tilt your head, stroking her and letting her teeth graze the sleeve of your jacket. Her bulky head turns to-and-fro, glancing up and down the trail you’re stood on, contently waiting for the passage of time. Enjoying her view from the misty field before it all changes again.

Unexpected and unwelcome, the absence of compression in your chest suddenly makes itself known. Dread spills into your lungs, thick like tar. You turn on your heel and cast Joel one fleeting glance.

He catches it, and without missing a beat, asks, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Is that okay?”

“’s more ‘n okay, baby. You did so good today. Didn’t she?” he asks the horse, who huffs another hot breath. Joel tosses a thumb towards her. “See?”

You step back over to the animal, now preparing to wander back on home, and give her one last tender stroke. She blinks twice, tosses her head a final time, and her broad body turns, thudding off back up the slope.

As he links your arms again, Joel blinks down at you, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting.

“What?” you ask, shyly.

“Look at you,” he says, nudging your shoulder with a glint in his eye. “You’re smilin’.”

Autumn flashes by as Joel drives you home – ginger and bronze and honey and cinnamon blurring into one as you pass them by. You settle back against the headrest, moving with the sway of the truck, your tired fingers tracing blind shapes on Joel’s palm.

Nature is burning. Perhaps dying is too harsh a term. Burning in preparation for the winter, when it will lay dormant and restful. Quiet, save for the crunch of snow beneath your feet. Bland, save for the sparkle of frost on your windowpanes. The droplets of beauty laced through, the little reminders that not all has been lost.

I am burning right now, the earth says, but wait until you see what I can become.

The days will turn to night. The sun will tear the sky to tatters, set the whole thing fucking ablaze, go down in a battle stained in red and orange and deep, dark blue – and she will still return, spilling golden all over the horizon. She always does.

The clouds will cover overhead, dampening the color on earth. The blues will fade to gray, the yellows will undoubtedly pale. And then the sky will clear, when it is ready; the clouds will break in two to let a ribbon of cerulean burst through.

The leaves will fall to the ground and feed the soil; new ones will sprout from buds left in their wake. The ground will thaw, will soften again in time to welcome the push of daisies and burst of heather. The horse will foal, the birds will sing to their babies, the buzz of insects will irritate your ears; the rivers will gush and the trees will sway and you will be okay again.

You will be okay again.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller fluff #the last of us #tlou #tw mental illness #tw depression #tw anxiety

[blakeswritingimagines]

The Room Where It Happens

Summary: Marrying such a sweet girl who did nothing but try to please Aemond in everyday possible seemed easy until the prince laid his eye on you.

Word count: 4.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Iris had woken up early doing her best to make everything easy for Aemond once he woke up, hoping that this made him happy since neither of them seemed to find an easy groove yet in this marriage of only a few months. Putting off trying for children until they both felt like they knew each other a little bit better as Iris remained unaware of him seeing you and going so far as to even lay with you instead. Smiling when Aemond finally awake as Iris stood up straighter hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself but watched as he slowly started moving around getting ready for the day "Hello my love, I've already prepped your favorite things for the day." Iris could see a frown on Aemond's lips as he slowly sat up in his bed. His wife would often smile at him as she woke up before him, trying to make his mornings more pleasant. She always attempted to do things for him to make his day easier. Aemond appreciated her efforts, but he couldn't help but think about the night before. "I'm not hungry," Aemond said in a flat tone before turning away from Iris. He stared out the window for a moment before turning back towards her, his frown increasing. "You didn't have to be so attentive." He took a seat and poured himself a cup of Arbor Gold. "How much longer do you plan on trying to make yourself indispensable?"

Iris looked hurt by her husband's words. She had been trying so hard to make him happy, hoping that he would be content with her. She loved him, and all she wanted was for him to feel the same way about her. She reached for the bottle of wine on the table and poured herself a glass, taking a long drink before she spoke in a hurt tone. "Why shouldn't I try to be the best wife I can be? Is that not what you want?" Iris said, her eyebrows raised in confusion. Aemond looked up at Iris, his expression neutral as he took in her words. He could see the pain in his wife's eyes, and it pained him to see her upset. Despite not being overly affectionate, Aemond did have real feelings for Iris and it hurt him to see her hurt. "Iris, you're a great wife," Aemond said softly, his tone softening. "There's nothing wrong with you… It's not you, I just-" He trailed off, looking up at his wife. His voice was filled with uncertainty.

Iris looked down into her glass of wine, fighting back tears of disappointment. She took another drink from the bottle, as her husband was quiet with his words, feeling that she was failing him when all she wanted was to make him happy. She wasn't used to these feelings of guilt, and not knowing how to make everything better. She turned back to him, waiting for him to continue speaking. "You just what, my lord?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. Iris sat in silence for a moment, processing what her husband had said to her. Aemond sounded as if he was trying to find an explanation for his behavior, but it wasn't helping to alleviate the confusion Iris felt. "What is it then, Aemond?" Iris asked softly, looking at her husband with a concerned expression. She wanted her husband to be happy, and she wanted to better understand his feelings. "Are you unhappy with me?" It was difficult to hide the desperation in her voice.

Aemond sighed deeply and looked away. The guilt was clear on his face, and he could tell by looking at Iris that she suspected something was wrong. He thought about lying to Iris, telling her that he felt under the weather, but he knew that wouldn't work. Iris was too smart and too persistent. "Iris, I-" Aemond started, but he stopped midway through. He couldn't continue. He didn't want to hurt Iris, but he didn't see any other choice. After a few moments of silence, he took a deep breath and spoke. "I'm not unhappy with you," Aemond spoke slowly, knowing that his wife would sense any lies within his words. Aemond wanted to be honest with Iris, his expression turning somber as he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. He couldn't let her believe that it was her fault, though. That would crush her. Iris watched Aemond as he walked away from her and out of the room with a troubled expression and tears in her eyes. For the first time, her husband seemed to be hiding something from her, and that made Iris feel even more worried about the future of their marriage. She took another drink of wine and tried to clear her mind. For now, she needed to wait for Aemond to come back, but when he did, she would demand that he tell her the truth, even if it hurt.

Several hours passed, and Iris was still in their room, sitting by their window and drinking wine. Her mind was filled with questions, worries, and fears, but she refused to let herself cry. She was angry with Aemond for not telling her the truth, and she refused to let him see how vulnerable she truly was. As the day went on and Iris continued to wait for her husband's return, she slowly grew more anxious with each passing minute. She wanted to see Aemond, to have a chance to ask him what was going on and why he was lying to her. You had been going about your business happily during the day even when Aemond pulled you away, having been calming him down from when he spoke to his wife earlier nearly spilling about you two seeing each other behind your back. Kissing his neck softly as you ran your fingers through his long white hair as your free hand rubbed smooth circles on his chest while keeping your tone gentle in his ear "It's fine, she doesn't know and there's no real harm being done is there?".

Aemond sighed as your fingers ran gently over him, slowly relaxing in your embrace as you gently kissed his neck and rubbed your fingers across his chest. He had been trying to avoid you ever since his conversation with Iris at the start of the morning, but something about it all felt right to him. The two people in his life were both beautiful and sweet in different ways, but you had a fire inside you that Aemond found alluring and enticing. He had made a mistake when he denied you, he knew now. Aemond enjoyed your touch, especially as you spoke in his ear. His eyes drifted shut. "No," Aemond said softly, "there's no real harm being done." He sighed quietly. "You're right, she doesn't know." Speaking with you behind Iris's back felt wrong, but he didn't regret it. He still wasn't in love with Iris, and he didn't want to waste her time with false affection. You smiled as you felt Aemond relaxing, your fingers gliding gently across him. The sight of his chest was so attractive to you as you started to kiss along it, your touch becoming a bit firmer as your passion began to ignite once more. A low groan left his mouth and you laughed. “I think I like it when you make that sound.” You were being daring yet you knew you both were safe at the moment as you were in your own shared chamber which was secure. You enjoyed being close to him more than anything and you wouldn’t hesitate to show it again either.

The feel of your fingers along his chest and the sound of your laughter filled Aemond with desire as his mind slowly grew foggy. He could feel your hands moving lower and lower along his flesh, and he couldn't help but let out a moan at the sensation. He was a married man and he knew what he was doing was wrong, but his urges were overwhelming. "Darling," Aemond said, his voice filled with need. "I need you." You smiled and looked at him deeply in the eyes as your hands moved lower, slowly and gently yet firmly. Your eyes were filled with passion, as you took in the sight of him. He was yours now. Just like that. “I can feel the want within you, my Lord. Are you sure you want this?” You whispered seductively into his ear, your voice low and tempting as your lips came closer to his neck. It was time now. Aemond felt the heat rising in his body as your hands drifted lower and lower. As your soft, feminine fingers gently explored his flesh, his body grew tense as he resisted the urge to let his desires take control. Aemond felt as though he was being pulled in two different directions, but he felt the urge to surrender growing every second. He could feel your breath against his neck as you whispered your words into his ear, his senses being overwhelmed by your sensual embrace. His body gave in as his thoughts were taken over by lust.

He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. He was no longer sure of what he wanted with Iris, but he was completely certain about what he wanted now. He needed to have you, and he wasn't going to stop until he had you. "I want you," Aemond said. "I need you." You were filled with passion, as your hands started to reach their final destination, pressing against him feeling his cock hardening by your feather-light touch alone. His voice and words filled you with anticipation and desire, as you looked at him and whispered seductively. “Then let me take you, Lord Aemond. Only I can fulfill your needs now….” your words and voice were sweet and seductive, yet it also held this teasing quality as you spoke, and as your fingers moved. Aemond sighed as his head was hazy and his body felt like it was burning with desire. He wanted nothing more than for your lips and touch to take him to the stars. He could hear nothing but your breathing and his own heart in his ears as he looked up at you, his eyes filled wit need. "Y/N…" Aemond breathed before reaching up, pulling you lower and lower towards him. He desperately wanted to take you right then and there.

You were fully filled with desire, and you could feel the excitement rising up within you. You had never felt anything like this, and you knew that Aemond was the only one you wanted. With a devilish smile on your face, you slowly moved to take a seat on his lap slowly moving against his hips with your own. “My Lord, tell me what you want from me…” you whispered seductively, as your eyes looked at Aemond with a seductive and lustful gaze. Aemond could feel his heart pounding in his chest as you moved closer to him. His voice was filled with lust as he looked down at you and let out a ragged breath. He loved to see your face when you were like this, when your eyes were filled with desire and your lips were begging for his. He was completely in your control and he craved nothing more than to make you feel the same way. "I want you… All of you." He breathed. "Your mouth, your touch, your heat…"

Looking at your lover with seductive eyes, as a devilish smile took shape on your lips. You slowly leaned forward, and your lips met in a passionate and lustful kiss. You had never desired anyone like this in your life, and it thrilled you. You wanted Aemond completely and utterly, for him to have you completely and utterly. You began to move against him slowly and gently as your hands started tugging off each other's clothes, your lips never leaving his as your body came to a halt onto his. Aemond’s words made your heart fill with excitement and desire. You moved your lips even closer to his as you slowly pulled away, your breath felt hot against his skin and his words filled you with desire. Aemond’s voice had this lustful and seductive tone to it and your body was getting hot. You knew what he wanted and you could hear the desperation in his voice. “Shall I…?” you raised an eyebrow as you moved your body slightly, pressing up against him once more. Aemond sighed into the kiss, his senses completely reeling as your touch sent shivers down his spine and caused him to shiver with desire. The sound of your breathing and the feel of your soft lips pressed against his were intoxicating to him. He felt as if you were the only two people in the world, and the way your body moved against him only further filled him with lust and desire for you. "Yes," he breathed as your lips parted for a moment. "Give me all of you."

You pulled away, smiling at Aemond's words as you put a hand on his cheek, gently caressing him. You looked at him and whispered seductively as your other hand reached down grabbing his hard leaking cock. “And I shall, Aemond…” Your voice was sweet and inviting, while your actions and words were filled with lust and desire. You were going to turn his world upside down if this is what it meant to make your dreams come true. You wanted all of him. You sighed and kissed his neck, as you slowly started to move your body against his sinking down as his cock bottomed out. Your movements were slow and sensual, as you kissed his neck repeatedly, feeling his breath on your neck as his hands moved to your back. There was something about him being close like this, the sensation being so intense, and yet it felt so normal at the same time as you both had been like this so many times before. After a while, your movements started to pick up slowly, your voice whispering seductively to him. “Take me.”

Aemond felt his body go numb as your voice and touch sent him into a world of pleasure. His eyes filled with lust and his lips parted from yours as he panted. You were already taking him, he knew that, but the words sent chills down his spine and made his muscles twitch and convulse. His heart was beating out of his chest by now, and he was completely incapable of uttering another word as you took his cock like he craved to be taken. His hands moved to your hips and firmly grasped onto them, holding you close to him as he helped you move faster. Aemond sighed deeply as his head fell back as he let you take control. For a moment he forgot about everything around him as his mind and body were completely consumed by the pleasure you were offering him. This was what he had always wanted, and now that he was getting it, he couldn't believe that he had denied himself for so long when you were right here waiting for him. Aemond took your hands and pulled you closer to him as he rolled over in the bed, his grip tight as he trusted his hips harder moving deeper inside of you.

You smiled as Aemond’s grip tightened on your hips, and you slowly moved with him, looking at him with those devilish eyes as he took control for once. You were always in control of him, but it felt good to be powerless for once as if you were the one waiting for him to take the initiative. “Aemond, my love.” You breathed into his ear in a heavy and lustful voice. “Mine.” You said in a low voice, still moaning as you began to move against him faster feeling him hit all the right places. Your lips met his once again, as you kissed, feeling his tongue invade your mouth, and your own moving seductively against his. There was no need for words, this had become your own language long ago. Aemond's grip increased and he moved one of his hands to your head, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you back. There was a hunger in his actions, a desperate need to have you in every way he could have you. He slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth, his lips moving against yours as his other hand caressed your leg enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused hand. The taste of you was like heaven to Aemond that no Sept could ever give him, and the feel of you against him sent shockwaves running through his body. He wanted this to never end.

Moaning against Aemond, your body started to move against him faster, your hands exploring his torso and arms as you kissed him passionately, the desire filling you and taking away any other thought of yours than just him. You felt him kissing your lips, and your neck, slowly traveling further down to your nipples as he nipped and sucked giving you the attention you deserved, making your body shiver in sweet anticipation. You couldn’t think when your tongues kissed each other, and you could feel every single touch of his as you moved against him. There was just him, and nothing more, and this was all you wanted. Aemond moved his free hand down to just over your hips squeezing roughly as he continued to kiss you, feeling the intensity grow with each passing moment. He could feel your hands running along his chest and arms, and his mind started to fog as he began to lose control. He would have you here and now, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him. "I need you," he said in between kisses. "I want you, and I love you."

Aemond's arms shook as he held your body close to his own with a groan. Every sensation he felt at this moment was overwhelming and he felt almost dizzy as he felt your body move against him taking him deeper as you met his thrust. He was so consumed by you that he couldn't think clearly anymore, every thought of his was gone and replaced by a deep thirst for you as he nipped at your skin marking you as his own. This moment felt more important than anything else in the world and he couldn't believe that he had ever thought he would be happier with Iris. You couldn’t talk as you were caught in the wave of pleasure Aemond made you feel, your mind hazy in lust. You bit your lower lip, trying to compose yourself for a few moments but it proved impossible this time. You started moving against him once again with a loud moan, making your breath go heavy and fast. You were so close to cumming, and you wanted him to be as well. “Aemond….” You whispered seductively into his ear. Aemond moaned as he could feel himself getting closer, his breath growing shallow as he gasped for air in between each exhale. His back arched upwards and his hands tightened their hold on your legs before placing them on his shoulders. He felt as if nothing in the world mattered except for this moment. Aemond moaned loudly and his entire body tightened as he reached the height of his pleasure. He couldn't think or speak, his body overcome by feeling. He could feel himself getting closer for minutes now, but the satisfaction was finally there as he came inside of you only to keep thrusting as he pushed his cum deeper into you.

You felt Aemond’s body tightening under your fingertips and his breathing getting fast as he panted in your ear. His sounds were enough to put you on the edge as well, your breathing getting heavy and your heartbeat going more quickly in your chest. Aemond’s grip tightened on your legs and you could feel yourself getting closer, as your body shuddered in pleasure. The moment became more euphoric than anything else you had ever experienced, and your mind was taken away. “Aemond….” You muttered, your voice was faint and soft. You couldn’t hold for much longer. You sighed softly and rolled against him, completely catching your breath after the intense moment. Your own body was tingling with pleasure and your mind had been taken away with the rush of emotions. You were so glad to be able to share this experience with Aemond, and you hoped you were able to satisfy him as much as he was able to do that with you. You started to kiss him once more, your lips kissing all over his face. “You were fantastic.” You whispered with a tired but satisfied voice, as you pressed your body tightly against his.

Your body started to relax slowly as the euphoria slowly started to fade away. Aemond’s touch felt so sweet even after the release, as your body slowly turned back to normal. You breathed heavily and slowly opened your eyes, looking at Aemond with those half-lidded eyes. “Aemond…." You whispered gently, still wanting to feel his touch on your body. But you felt the warmth inside as the euphoria slowly faded, even though you couldn’t deny that what you just did felt like heaven. Aemond slowly sat himself up as his breathing turned back to normal, his body slowly starting to relax in the aftermath of what had just been done. As he looked at you, he couldn't help but feel the desire rising up in him again as he took in your half-lidded eyes. It felt like heaven to see you like this, your hair all messy and your body covered in sweat. He couldn't deny how good it felt, and the way you sighed his name was enough to set him off again. You looked at him with those seductive eyes of yours, your lips curling up in a teasing smile. With a playful tone as you spoke, "You’re just going to leave me like this? How cruel of you" You had moved down towards Aemond, and you started to kiss his chest again, your lips still swollen and your body still feeling the aftershocks as you looked at Aemond with that devilish look of yours once again.

Aemond growled as you moved down to his chest once again, your touch sending shivers down his spine. He felt your lips against him once more and his breath caught in the back of his throat. Your voice sent a shiver down his back, your playful tone and seductive look filling him with lust. "Why are you doing this to me?" Aemond gasped as he moved closer toward you. "You know what you're doing to me." "Want to know what I do know?" You smiled teasingly up at him as you started to kiss his chest again, your lips slowly gliding across his body. Your voice was sweet yet teasing, your entire attitude right now was devilish and playful, and you loved playing with Aemond and teasing him. You were going to make him beg for more and it was exciting and satisfying for you to see a prince do such things just to make you happy even as you spoke again. "That Iris will never compare to me….Will she?". Aemond groaned as you kissed his body once again, your words filling his body with pleasure. There was no way that Iris could compare to you, not after this or any time he snuck off to see you. Aemond couldn't believe that he had thought for so long that his wife was the best he could get. There was no hope for his marriage now that he knew he could have this. Aemond's voice was heavy and desperate as he spoke. "You have ruined me."

"Oh, have I now?" You smirked as you continued to kiss lower down his body, your voice playful and filled with desire. Your touch was light, but it felt like fire to Aemond’s skin. He was getting closer to release the more you touched him, and you knew it. You whispered seductively "How does it feel, Prince Aemond? Knowing that no other woman but me can make you feel this way? Knowing that I have so much power over you?". Aemond groaned as your words sent chills down his spine. There was no hope for him now, he couldn't go back to Iris. How could he look at her knowing what real desire felt like? Aemond couldn't even remember the last time he had felt anything like this with his wife, and your question only made it all the more real. "Better than anything…" Aemond whispered as your lips continued to glide over his body teasing him. The feeling was beyond words and he was desperate to feel more.

At that moment, You had the upper hand and savored it then made Aemond beg for more. You slowly looked up at him, smiling sweetly as you saw the effect you had on him, slowly moving your mouth towards his neck and kissing him there. If you continued like that for a bit longer, he wouldn’t be able to hold for too long. "I have all the power over you, my love, so tell me…" You whispered softly. "What are you willing to do for me?". Aemond moaned as your lips found his neck, his eyes quickly shutting tight in pleasure. He felt like he was on fire, and he couldn't think straight anymore. Everything he had known about his marriage was thrown out the window as you continued to kiss him and decorate his pale skin with marks, your voice sending his blood racing through his veins. Your hold over him was complete and you could feel it almost physically. Aemond breathed deeply and slowly opened his eyes again, his voice low and husky as it responded to your words.

"Anything."

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[organicastrologytakes]

Astrology Observations 🌙 the moon signs pt. 2

They see me rollin' They hatin'

Honestly, this one is much longer and more structured. What do you think? What is your moon sign? Did you resonate with any of the ideas presented? Should I do sun or rising signs next?

#11 Gemini moons are similar to their counter part air moons and often use their mind and intellect to problem solve and understand emotions. They are also lifetime learners most of the time, they use their action oriented minds to learn about their emotions or inner self. It may bring them comfort to do something new or out of their usual routine. They can thrive often in chaos with their moon, but they can still struggle. You will often see these individuals making trauma related jokes if they had a rough childhood and making light of most situations. Their mother might have been chaotic or may have not been a big influence in their life at all. If you're friends with these spicy individuals they may FaceTime you or talk your ear off in person to get confessions off their chest and to talk about their emotion. They may not always talk about it in detail, but more superficially. To me, what makes these individuals so unique is how open-minded and curious they are, and how they can bring a lot of inner child joy in themselves and others when they lean into this beautiful part of their chart. What these moons need most is people who embrace curiosity and bring out their inner child as well as they bring it out in others; essentially matching their energy. Air moons may feel more connected to their air counterparts in any placements, especially moon and mercury. They also blend really well with fire sign moons such as Leo.

#12 Libra moons are the masculine representation of Venus in a wonderful luminary like the moon. Libra is similar to their counterpart air moons that they use their mind and intellect to understand their emotions better. However, like Gemini and Aquarius moons, they can be very superficial with their emotions and not get to the root cause of an issue. An air sign moon like Libra can be seen or feel out of touch with their emotions on a core level. These individuals are often open minded and super hard to pin down with their mutable influence. They tend to have a lot of energy and can come off as hyper. Growing up they could have been playful, abrasive, and childlike. Their mom might have been a small or insignificant part of their childhood or may have tried to control them and it led to their rebellion. Libra moons can sometimes make excellent friends, they can usually get people to open up about themselves very easily because of their influence. It comes naturally to them to make friends with ease and make others feel connected and open to sharing about themselves. These signs may also have a sense of justice unlike the others, but if they don't lean into this placement well, they can become easily overwhelmed by emotions and lash out at others for not following their protocol. Something that really stands out about this placement is its ability to make others feel very connected, heard, and seen by just expressing their own emotions, thoughts, and connections. What Libra moons need most is a sense of balance, they may be difficult to pin down or to tell what to do, but being there for them when they need you and to show unconditional love can heal their fears and help them empathize with others. As usual, air moons love other air moons. Something particular about this placement is that it can deeply connect with a lot of different signs, but especially a Gemini Rising with fire influence like sagittarius because they rule over their 5th house. Libras can bring Gemini risings the joy, attention, and playfulness they crave. They also provide fire placements with enough space to not feel overwhelmed or bring up any non committal issues. Libra moons tend to be noncommittal themselves so it works out perfect.

#13 Aquarius moons are not quite in detriment like their Capricorn Saturn co-ruler. I honestly believe these moons have a huge influence and often have a great network of people within their inner circle. They use their mind and intellect to understand their emotions and may have a more unique way of expressing it than the other air moon signs. They can be a natural leader in large groups, especially with fire placements. A great public speaker and public connector as a whole, this moon sign is great at giving others the spotlight to showcase their gifts. In the beginning parts of their life they may feel restricted with Saturn influence but as they get older, they have a wise maturity about them. Their mother may have been restrictive or they might have had to raise themselves and be their own restriction and discipline in life, leading them to who they are now. Their friends will have to talk to them about what's going on in their mind, and they can be a bit disconnected in empathizing with others emotions on certain topics. These heavily influential moons are good friends and what stands them out in the crowd is their strength in expressing themselves and influencing others to express themselves authentically. What these moon signs crave most is community and being unique, let these individuals be themselves fully and authentically, embrace every quirk they have and you will have a lifetime friend with connections for every need. Aquarius moons can really connect with air mercuries, especially Aquarius mercury and air moons. They also make connect often with earth moons because of their fixed approach and Saturn influence.

#14 Cancer moons are incredibly hard to pin down, ngl. This sign feels at home in their ruled luminary and follow the push and pull of the moon very well. Water moons often have a sense of maturity to them in their emotional intellect. Cancer moons are especially well versed in handling general conflict and can empathize and try to settle any arguments. The middle child of the water moons without an eviction notice attached to their door. Instead of using their intellect like air moons, they use their intuition more often to guide them in the sea of their emotions. Cancer moons are people to keep close to you when you are in need of a gentle hand or a rough one, they can be both. These moon signs are not afraid to overshare, and in fact, love when you share about your trauma and you let them share yours. They are very emotionally deep and aware people and they're good at helping others through their emotions with their cardinal, leader-like qualities that stand them out from the other water moons. A cancer moon friend will always be there for you to give you what you need to hear at the moment, no matter how harsh or necessary. You think Sagittarius is brutally honest? You haven't met a Cancer. They usually have a deep love for their mother and enjoy spending time with their family in general or may put emphasis on family in their life, despite conflict or any issues. It can be very difficult but sometimes necessary for them to cut family out of their life if need be. Once you've lost this loving luminary, they are usually gone forever thereafter, so appreciate and enjoy this moons' company and don't take them for granted. Also, they are not your mother, stop treating them like a free therapy session lol. What these moons need most is the time and patience from others to fully process their emotions and changes that happen within them frequently, and to approach these with unconditional love or open-mindedness. These Cancer moons can connect deeply with all types of characters because of their luminary qualities, like the sun in Leo. They can bring an empathy and goofy atmosphere to any connection. They may have a love for other water moons but probably ultimately feel more connected to fire or earth moons.

#15 Scorpio moon are a difficult placement to have for sure. These moons are in their fall with a feminine mars approach. Do not get on these moons' bad sides because these moons are petty and easily turned off from others who may create conflict with their friends or if they just rub them off the wrong way. Their emotions can sometimes be incredibly intense for them and hit them at random moments. They may struggle with a lot of health issues unfortunately if this is in a negative position. Like all water moons, scorpio's use their intuition to guide them through their emotions and have an incredible sense of maturity, based on the chart placement. Scorpio moons in my opinion can be more intense and emotional than cancer placements because of how intensely they feel emotions. Their mother may have had a negative effect on their inner monologue growing up and may have created a negative or intense environment for the scorpio moon child to grow up in. In general Scorpio moons may have a rough family history or just have intense family influences in their life that deeply affected their person and emotional well-being. As friends, these Scorpio moons are fiercely loyal and loving to others. Once they find their people, they will fight for them with deep passion and will take the time to truly get to know their friends. That being said, the mars influence of Scorpio and the 8th house influence may indicate a lot of change, karma, and inner death for this individual whether that be in family affairs, close friends, or themselves. Scorpio and Pisces moons are particularly prone to possible substance abuse because of how intensely they feel everything and may want to escape or make up excuses to avoid reality entirely. I feel these incredible individuals bring out the best in themselves and others by seeing the darkest parts of everyone and learning to love themselves and others fully in their darkness and light. They are deeply empathetic and have a deep connection with a lot of people they come into contact with. What these moon signs need is straight up love and a hug, similar to Capricorn moons, they are in fall and need to be fully understood in their darkness and light. Love these individuals intensely as much as they love others. These individuals tend to love fire moons and Venuses. They also seem to enjoy some water moons, but they have to have fire or air placements to create more balance.

#16 Pisces moons, as a Pisces sun, I definitely do not feel as connected to these individuals. Pisces suns are about failing and trying again, getting lost in life constantly to rediscover something you never could have fathomed as a former version of yourself. Pisces moons feel very intensely like Scorpio moons and can be overwhelmed with these emotions easily. These Pisces take on the feminine representation of Jupiter in this luminary, but they also have a deep connection with Venus, so they tend to have a great connection with the Moon. These individuals might come off as dreamy, open-minded, and extremely empathetic of others. I've noticed this has a lot to do with their chart however, for example, if they have an earth sun they may struggle a lot with a polarity in their chart, especially with Virgo. Pisces moons may struggle a lot with their mutable, Jupiter chaos. It's a different kind of chaos to Mercury, but still chaos nonetheless. They are often introverted and may struggle with a need to escape reality in some context. This can be with substance abuse, obsessive hobbies or addictions like video games. They may struggle with taking care of themselves and may have a lot of depressive episodes, not because pisces are are inherently sad or dreamy and can't cope with reality; it's often because of the intensity of their emotions and handling them effectively and they may never reach their full potential because they may have a deep rooted fear they can't fully understand or don't want to. Pisces moons are often connected to their mother, whether it be a negative relationship or a positive one. They may really appreciate their mothers' inner wisdom and unconditional love they presented to them in childhood. Other times if they are in a 12th or 6th house placement, they may feel very disconnected with their mother. Their family might have an abuse or substance abuse addiction running in the family. Friend wise, these Pisceans are great friends to have on your side, they may be difficult to pin down at times but they are very sweet and present you with unconditional love and deep, empathetic understanding of your emotions. They usually connect with those close to them and keep a small inner circle. The best part of these moon signs is the ability to dream and think for themselves, their complex and deep understanding for others as well. What these moon signs need most is space and time for them to understand themselves and get to know themselves, they may give others too much of their time, attention, and appreciation when they also need it for themselves too. It's okay to take a break from these friendships or family connections often and build yourselves up before returning to each other. Let these placements be themselves, and life them up with kind words often to show them that they are capable of being a good person, they may struggle with this idea from time to time. These signs do best with whichever sign is in their Jupiter or in their 12th house. They also really enjoy other water moon company and air moons.

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[elisiafarias]

Enenra (Smoke x reader) Chapter II

Imagine: You are helping Tomas fight Enenra along with the help of your superior Ashrah, for that you must get into his unconscious to detect and expel him.

Tomas x Reader + Bi han + Kuai Liang

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Chapter 1 here

CHAPTER II

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It was a new day, you slept well, the warm day and the humidity were so pleasant for you. You got up to have breakfast, you realized that Ashrah had already left, where… you didn't know, when you got to the kitchen you realized that they had already left everything ready for you to have breakfast, you assumed the one who did that was Harumi.

While you were eating you had only one thing in mind...how to help Tomas. Although you already had a plan and the procedure, for the plan to work you had to enter his mind, and it was necessary for him to cooperate as well, that was the only difficult thing in this case, because you did not know his personality.

Once you had finished eating you prepared to go out to look for the Shirai ryu, you realized at that time that you never asked him what house he lived in or where he was staying. The fire gardens were a huge place, bigger than you remembered yesterday, so your first mission was based on finding Tomas.

And then you find him, he stood with his arms crossed leaning on a wooden railing, while he watched the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu training a child.

Try harder, Hanzo.- Kuai Liang told Hanzo.

You looked at the boy, you thought he would be approximately 12 or 14 years old maximum.

The boy looked at him with fury and began to hit him harder, however the Grand master to block them all.

-You have to have a clear mind, or you won't be able to fight well.-Kuai liang said reprimanding him while holding the boy's fists. Hanzo just let go abruptly.

-Calm down Hanzo.- Tomas intervened.-You must trust the advice of your grand manster.

-I already know it.- Hanzo responded annoyed, then he looked in your direction, you were right behind Tomas.-¿And who is she?.-said the younger boy.

For some reason you got nervous when Kuai Liang and Tomas turned to see you, you only managed to raise your two hands, moving them in a greeting.

-(Y/N) You're already here... Hanzo this is (Y/N), she will work with Tomas these days.- Said the Grand Master as he moved his hand in your direction, he discreetly raised an eyebrow as a signal to Hanzo for him to introduce himself to her.

-Hi I'm hanzo.- Said the young boy raising a hand in greeting.

-It's a pleasure to meet you hanzo.- You answered him smiling.

-Wait, what are the two of them going to work on?.-Hanzo asked his Grandmaster.

You didn't know whether to answer him because you didn't want to make Tomas uncomfortable, because deep down you knew that he was somehow embarrassed that he needed help for his nightmares.

For a second Tomas didn't respond either. Luckily for him, Kuai Liang intervened.

-It's a matter between the two of them, let's finish your training-Said the Grand master, then he looked at you two as a sign for you to leave.

-¿Let's go?.-You whisper to Tomas, he just nodded and they began to walk away.

In the distance you heard Hanzo's complaints towards Scorpion.

As you walked towards the house where you were staying, you broke the silence.

-¿And how do you feel today?.-You asked him. You could tell he was uncomfortable.

-Well… I'm honestly curious how you're going to fight Enenra… are you sure it's not just a nightmare?.- Tomas said while looking at you. When you looked at him you could see his beautiful eyes.

-Believe me, if there is someone who knows a lot about demons, it is Ashrah. My ability is to get into people's subconscious. Once we enter, we will define whether Enenra is there or not.- You answered to him. He started to frown but in a way that was too cute for your liking.

-Don't worry, I know you have many doubts but when we start the session you will understand.-You told him in your attempt to reassure him, You told him in your attempt to reassure him, he just nodded.

You two already arrived at your house, then went to your room, you decorated it in a very orderly and clean way that gave a relaxing feeling for Tomas taste.

Now lie down please.- You asked the ex Linkuei as you pointed your hand towards the bed.

He fulfilled your instruction. While he was lying down you helped him arrange the cushion to accommodate his head.

-It's okay like that?.- You asked him. He finished getting comfortable in bed.

-Yes, thanks you.- The boy responded. Honestly, he wasn't used to such warm treatment. Not even with his mother when she was alive.

-Perfect.- You told him with a warm smile, then you sat on a chair that you took from the kitchen.- Now I need to ask you some questions.

He just nodded with his eyes.

-How long ago did you start having nightmares about Enenra?.-That was your first question.

-I'm not sure, I think it was more than 6 months ago.- He responded looking at the ceiling.

-I see, and how frequent those nightmares have been.-You continued to ask him.

-That… I couldn't say it well, it's just that that demon is not the only thing I dream about.- He responded while continuing to look at the ceiling with an uncomfortable expression on his eyebrows, you began to notice that he was about to tell something that affected him a lot.

-Tell me.- You said, trying to be understanding with him.

-Sometimes the ghosts of my sister and my mother haunt me.- He said melancholy, you didn't know what to say to him, you knew that anything you said to him wouldn't give him comfort.

-I'm sorry to hear that, I know it must not be easy for you.- You responded as you rested your hand on his shoulder. You knew that he tried to be strong and that he had many sorrows that he never expressed.

Deep down he wanted to thank you but he didn't know how, he was self-conscious.

Then you told him that when he felt comfortable he should talk openly about his family, in the same way it was important to know about that, you knew that Enenra used to take advantage of the vulnerable points of his victims, but you considered that it was better not to make him uncomfortable.

You continued with the questions, and he answered as best he could, deep down you thought it seemed like therapy.

Once you finished all the questions, it was time to start the induction.

-Listen carefully, Tomas I'm going to induce your subconscious, it's going to be as if you were going to sleep.-You told him as you put your hands around his head as your energy began to emanate from them.

-And what am I supposed to do?.- He asked trying to look at you.

-You will tell me everything you see, as soon as you walk I will tell you where you can go...If things start to get complicated, just tell me, and I'll get you out as quickly as possible.-You told him as you began to increase your magic.

-Okay… Wait, isn't Ashrah supposed to be here too?.- Tomas began to ask as he began to close his eyes. Honestly you were wondering the same thing but there was no time for that, plus in this session they were not going to fight Enenra yet.

-Don't worry, this time it's not necessary for her to be here, we'll just see if Enenra is present or not.- You answered him. Then you began to notice that he was going to ask you something else, however he already fell asleep.

The mission had already begun.

End of Chapter II

Author's note:

Hello everyone, I hope you liked it, if you like it I reblog and if you want I can tag you in the next chapter.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk smoke #mk sub zero #mk scorpion #tomas vrbada #kuai liang #bi han #sub zero #smoke #smoke x reader #tomasvbarvadaxreader #mk1 fanfic #mk fanfic

[whorediaries-09]

Hi I'm the last anon that you replied to, and it's absolutely no worries that you prefer not to write Sirius like that! Could I please instead request a fic where the reader is reunited with Sirius after he escapes from Azkaban, he starts cleaning up his appearance but is a bit insecure because he thinks he's not as handsome as he once was, and the reader assures him that he's gorgeous. XO

indentation in the shape of you

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- fluff, (bad humor 💀). (let me know if i should add more) a/n- thank you lovely anon for requesting, and for understanding that i could not write your previous request. luv you and have a great day <3

ps- i made the reader wear specs just cuz i can 😼

masterlist

you tuck your stray tendrils behind your ear tucking your lip under your teeth as you mend to a hippogriff's wounds. the sound of the rain patters against your windows synchronized with the flow of the shower water splashing against your bathroom floor.

it's difficult to cure the poor animal when your afraid he's going to brandish his wings at any given time. you squint hard, engrossed with your work when you hear a knock of wood. it startles you, since you're used to living alone.

'i really like this tea,' a voice drawls followed by a clank of metal against the wood of your table. you turn your head around, and your heart skips a beat.

sirius leans his bony hips against your table, in front of you, his hair sopping wet as pellets of water flow down across his tattooed bare chest. there's a towel around his hips which covers most of his intimate area. your stomach prowls with collywobbles as he gazes at you.

'and how do you know?' you question, raising an eyebrow, as you stand up.

'lets see...well maybe because it was i who suggested this tea to you,' sirius says, his bony long fingers tucking his overgrown locks behind his ear. you cheeks feel a rush of warmth as he adjusts his towel around his narrow (and slutty 👹) hips.

'also could you give me some pants?' you breath slowly, your shoulders tensing.

'sure,'

****

your hand cups his face as you slowly tend to his wounds and gashes. the physical ones. you cannot fix his mental wounds in one night, but there's a fire inside you which bubbles at fever pitch which urges you to be with him. you want to be with him to remind him he's not a deranged killer on loose. you want to provide him comfort and the love that he needs. you want to be there for him.

'easy wasn't it?' you say as you fix down the last of his wounds.

'yes,' he says. you notice his fingers gripped so tightly around around the scalding cup of tea he holds that his knuckles turn white. you realize your hand his resting on his thigh. you quickly move your hand away and mutter a sorry softly under your breath.

'um, sirius were you uncomfortable that i touched you?' you question as void of guilt bubbles within you. sirius shakes slightly beside you, his shoulders tensing,

'no not really. i think it felt unfamiliar to me,' he says. your heart aches for him, the poor man painted as the villain for the death of his brother and innocent people when in reality he wasn't. he was the boy who had lost the color on his skin and the sparkle in his eyes when he learnt about james' death. he was the boy who went out to find and kill pettigrew when it all dawned upon him. he was the boy who went to prison in the name of his brother. he was the boy who lived 12 years in prison thinking everyone mistrusted him, thinking he was deranged, blaming himself for james' death.

he was the man in front of you who lost his boyhood.

'sirius i'm sorry,' you say.

'what for?' he asks, 'beside when should i leave your house? it'd be of help if you could suggest some place to hide,'

the question catches you off-guard.

'why'd you want to leave?' you ask. your finger slowly trails towards his hand and you adjoin your pinky with his.

'well i'm sure you wouldn't want a crackpot old dog in your house,' he muses, raising his eyebrow.

'and who told you that you're an crackpot, you tosspot?' you question.

'oh so i'm a tosspot?'

'shut up, you're not going anywhere,' you demand, the finger of your free finger wagging in front of him. he smirks,

'oh but dovie, i'm not as much of a ladies man as i was,' he says, breathing slowly leaning close towards your face. you feel his hot breath fogging up your glasses and you back away,

'sure, you hag,' you reply but you don't mean it. there's a slow moment where you stare into his gray eyes, and you realize the thunder of his stormy irises hasn't drowned. the moonlight beaming upon his high cheekbones, wrinkles of age and razor sharp jawline makes him look like a man who aged like fine wine.

you hear buckbeak screech and scratch his talons. you breath softly, your shoulders tensing.

'i think we should really find somewhere else where beaky can live peacefully,' you say, getting up. your palms feel sweaty, and you wipe your hands on your skirt.

sirius hums in agreement, quietly sipping on his tea. you turn on your heels, turning to tend to the hippogriff.

your hand attaches itself to your doorknob and you whisper,

'and for the record, i think you're gorgeous. and always be.' and you're sure you hear sirius choking on his tea at your words as you walk out the room.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sirius black #marauders #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black x oc #marauders era #sirius being sirius #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius orion black #padfoot #post azkaban sirius

[buckybarnesss]

Hi! Where is it said that Derek wasn't in BH for his senior year? I've seen this a lot, but I can't remember it from canon. Love your posts in the Sterek tag, good discussions!

oh my sweet summer child. teen wolf never tells you these things explicitly so on this episode of heather versus the teen wolf timeline we'll be discussing derek hale's age.

derek was very much 16 when the fire happened. i do not understand how people think he was older.

the parallels between derek and scott are very, very obvious and pointed. one of the big reasons scott and derek clash in season 1 is because derek has a difficult time seeing scott as scott. he projects a lot of his anger at his younger self onto scott.

like code breaker pretty much confirms this:

"you're not in love, scott! you're sixteen years old! you're a child!"

you just know derek wishes he could go back to tell his 16 year old self this. kate and her actions weren't his fault but derek cannot let go of the shame and guilt at this point. he isn't there yet.

i think another thing that makes it obvious derek was 16 when kate got her claws into him is bringing ian nelson back for s4.

visionary is again heavy on the parallels between scott and derek. we understand that derek is a child here. he's a high schooler. so kate de-aging derek to the age where he'd trust her? the implications couldn't be more clear. the audience is meant to associate ian nelson with high schooler derek.

in magic bullet derek tells scott: "six years ago, my sister and i were at school, and our house caught fire."

wolf moon takes place in janurary 2011 so six years previous puts the hale fire occurring in roughly late 2004/early 2005. i personally go with early 2005.

stiles's obsession with the hale fire/derek also makes sense if it occurred after claudia's death claudia died in early 2004 shortly before his 9th birthday. this would've been an event that captured his attention for multiple reasons.

derek's quote from magic bullet also informs us laura was still in school. some argue he means college or something which i don't believe. derek couldn't have graduated before laura.

i think laura was a senior and derek was still a sophomore and that this took place only months after paige's death and his grief was taken advantage of by kate.

laura didn't know what happened or who was after them. she took her little brother and fucking ran as far away as possible only returning 3 months before wolf moon to investigate.

i think kate was sent to beacon hills by gerard to look into paige's suspicious death because he had been in town when it happened along with the three other packs.

remember he attacked duecalion and was clearly aware of kali and ennis too. he knows they killed one of ennis's pack members brutally and being the smart, devious man he is might have put the math together like peter did. teenagers are perfect candidates for the bite and ennis had just lost one and than an otherwise healthy girl dies in suspicious animal attack at the same time a bunch of alphas were the same place?

remember what kate says in code breaker when confronted by chris?

"i did what I was told to do."

kate was following gerard's orders.

in conclusion though, derek didn't graduate from beacon hills high school as he and laura had left by then so those aren't his initials.

stiles is just sentimental and missing derek so he gets gooey at seeing the same initials.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #derek hale #also if you look at the signature on derek's fake driver's license and tyler hoechlin's signature the 'h' is very similiar #i don't think derek has handwriting like that but i can't back that up with anything other than #'derek wouldn't write like that!' #sterek

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt. 8

(Short Chapter, mostly filler. Sandor Clegane x Fem Reader. Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader x Jaime Lannister TW: MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

"So, how are you coping?"

"With what?"

Jaime leaned on the back of a plainly crafted chair, gazing at his sister expectantly "You know very well with what."

"Oh" Cersei scoffed, "What's there to cope with? Everything is settled now it can go back to the way it was before."

Jaime blinked, momentarily stunned into silence.

"You don't think her being married is going to be an issue?"

"She's married to my son's sworn sword and will very likely become the mother to the heir of House Clegane." Cersei pointed out, "And while she is not technically a Lady, I think this had earned her a spot in my court. What better way to keep her close, and still let Robert think he has won?"

Jaime considered this, "She won't survive at court." He said firmly, "As a servant, maybe. But she has no experience at court outside of serving. She won't fit in and if she's allowed to be a courtier the ladies will see her presence as an insult. Especially if you show her favor."

"Then let them be insulted" Cersei was growing impatient with his refusal to see the brilliance of her plan. "Everything is working out perfectly, especially after last night."

"They might not have done anything."

"Oh no, they did." Cersei assured him. "Varys isn't the only one with little birds, you know. My sources tell me we don't have to worry about a thing."

"Your Grace?"

Cersei whipped around with a smile, "Y/N, Good morning darling."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Of course, come in. Sit with me." Cersei eyed you up and down, the glow that lingered about you was all the confirmation she needed that her new plan was going perfectly.

You sat near the fire rather awkwardly as Cersei's eyes assessed you. Neither one of you seemed to want to start the conversation, so Jaime jumped in boldly.

"So how was he?"

"Jaime!"

"What?"

You blushed furiously at the sudden question, "I- well." you swallowed hard, "It was very...pleasant."

"Pleasant" Jaime grinned cheekily, "So what I'm hearing is I was better."

"Jaime, stop it" Cersei scolded him, "This is a delicate topic."

"Since when?"

"It was lovely" you assured them, "Honestly it was. He was very kind and very...."

"Hung?'

"Jaime!" Cersei's face was red with anger, "Out, I have had enough of you. Go swing a sword at something."

Jaime left them chuckling, off to locate whatever gutter or brothel his brother had landed in the night before.

"I'm so sorry about him."

"Please," you breathed, somewhat relieved he was gone. "I expect nothing less. Now, surely you didn't call me here just to talk about my wedding night."

"Of course not, not that I'm not interested." Cersei settled into the chair her brother vacated. "I wanted to let you know that I've figured out a way for us to stay close without offending Robert."

"That's wonderful!" you beamed, "how?"

"Well, for all intents and purposes, you are Lady Clegane now. Wife of the sworn sword of Prince Joffrey Baratheon. And gods willing, mother to the future heir of House Clegane." Cersei began, "And it is for this reason I have decided to offer you a place in my court at King's Landing."

"A place...you mean as a courtier? Your Grace I couldn't I... I just wouldn't fit in."

Cersei leaned forward, pressing her hand on top of yours firmly, "You will fit in wherever I decide you belong." Your skin prickled with goosebumps as her emerald eyes bore into yours. "And if someone decides to make that difficult, I will simply have to carve out some pieces to make room for you."

Her tone was shockingly intense, and you found that the hand on top of yours had begun to grip your wrist tightly.

"Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes" you nearly trembled. "Yes, your grace, I understand. Thank you so much for your help."

"You're welcome" Cersei's cold eyes flashed and suddenly seemed cheery once more. "Now, you'll need some dresses for court, consider them a wedding present. So, we will have to arrange a meeting with a dressmaker when we return south."

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"Sandor Cle-gane." The name rolled off Tyrion's lips like a joke as he grinned coyly. "I hear congratulations are in order."

"Fuck off, Dwarf."

"No wonder you never visited the brothels in Kings Landing." Tyrion continued as if he hadn't heard him, "Can't go around giving a gift like that away for free."

"I said fuck off."

"Keep at it like that, we'll have Clegane puppies in no time."

"I will throw you, little man" Sandor roared, restraining himself from putting hands on the dwarf.

"Mother said if you and she do have children," Joffrey had to jog to keep up with Sandor's stride, "Then your child can be the sworn sword of my heir with Lady Sansa."

Sandor was well over the day before it had even started. It was one thing for his life to be shit from the moment he woke up, to the moment he went to sleep. It was another to wake up to a beautiful wife pressed up against him, still breathing slowly in sleep, and having to force himself away to attend to responsibilities he didn't even want.

"Alright, leave him be." Jaime joined the parade, making Sandor roll his eyes almost to the back of his head, "let the poor man breathe."

Joffrey sulked but slinked back towards the yard where he was supposed to be at practice with the Stark brothers, while Tyrion left to locate a pitcher of dark beer and breakfast.

"Good morning to you too." Jaime smirked, "I trust you slept well."

"If you don't lay off..."

"Touchy. Alright then, I'll leave you be." Jamie raised his hands by his head as they stopped at the stables finally. "I just wanted to thank you. For being kind to her."

"Kind to my wife, you mean?" Sandor glowered at him, growing tired of the Lannister knight constantly feeling the need to speak for you. "You want to thank me for being kind to my wife."

"Steady on, I meant nothing by-"

"Because that's what she is." Sandor cut him off, "And I think you would do well to remember that the next time her name passes your lips."

"No disrespect intended." Jaime assured him, then looked past him slightly, "Speaking of, good morning, Lady Clegane."

"I'm not technically a Lady, ser." You corrected him, "Your sister wishes to speak with you, if you could come directly."

"Certainly." Jamie nodded, casting his eyes up at Clegane wearily before sighing, "Well, congratulations to you both all the same."

You watched the knight go before turning back to your husband, "What was that?"

Sandor shrugged, "Must not have slept well I guess." He brushed off the subject casually as you approached him with a sly smile, checking around to make sure no one was watching.

They were, obviously.

"I missed you this morning," You said in a hushed whisper, "I suppose I'll have to get used to rising early, if I'm to see my husband off like a proper wife."

"I didn't want to wake you" He grumbled, not adding how perfect you'd looked asleep against him.

"The queen has decided I am to join the royal court at Kings landing." You informed him, anxiety edging your voice. "I'm not sure how to feel about it."

"My advice?" Sandor breathed, moving past you to tend to Stranger "Don't feel anything. Those nobles can smell fear, and if you set your expectations high, you'll only be disappointed."

"On the other hand," you continued, "It seems the only other thing people are talking about is how quickly you'll put a baby in me. "

"Depends" Sandor grunted, dumping a large ration of oats into the horse's trough, "How quickly do you want one?"

"Do you want one?" You asked. "I mean, any child of ours won't be likely to inherit anything. You have an elder brother."

"My brother," Sandor cringed to bring the hated man up, "doesn't seem to be in any rush to fulfill his first-born duties. My father's dead, so currently everything rests with Gregor. If he drops dead before he sires a welp that isn't a bastard, then it falls to me. So, I wouldn't say likely, but I also wouldn't say impossible."

You thought about this a moment before nodding, "Better safe than sorry, I think."

"Very well then." Sandor slipped on his sturdy leather gloves and looked around, "I don't have much time, but if you don't mind the hay-"

"Shut up" you laughed, playfully shoving him.

Sandor swallowed a smile before squinting at the activity in the yard where the Stark and Lannister boys were fighting, "I really should get over there. Because those little brats get themselves killed"

"Go" You nodded, "I'll be around."

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It was strange, not having anything to do.

Cersei had decreed that most normal labor was now below your station and instead had you tailing her most of the time as she toured the castle with Lady Stark, who nodded at you congenially.

The greenhouses were thriving, the Gods Wood heavenly, and the Great Hall large enough to host their entire entourage plus some. You took everything in with interest at first, but once the good parts were over, you discovered being a lady was dead boring.

"Lady Clegane." Lady Stark addressed you and you didn't bother to correct her, "I hear you are newly married. How thrilling for you."

"It is a blessing, My lady." You nodded, "I couldn't be happier."

"They had already been engaged of course," Cersei lied through her teeth, "But it was the king's will that the wedding should take place earlier than planned. I supposed there had been so much tedium on the road, he thought we needed something uplifting to stir us."

"Oh," Lady Stark's pale blue eyes were set in surprise, "And you parents, they didn't mind?"

"Unfortunately, Lady Stark, my parents passed some time ago. Until very recently I have been quite alone in the world."

"How lovely for you then" Lady Stark gave you a genuine smile. "My daughters will be joining you at court when you return, my eldest Sansa and my youngest Arya."

"I'm sure they will fit in well at court." You nodded agreeably. "Her Grace is most welcoming."

"Please, you flatter me" Cersei hooked her arm through yours, "Shall we keep going?"

"Of course, your grace." Lady Stark nodded, leading the two of you down the halls once more as the queen's hand found your and held it tightly, as thought you might get lost in the cavernous castle..

#cersei lannister imagine #cersei lannister x reader #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic #Her Grace's Handmaiden

[writing-good-vibes]

welcome back to self-loathing hours with anna. turns out getting a job is really difficult. and turns out even though at this point i'm willing to sell my soul to the corporations just for the minimum wage, none of them want me anyway. so what was i saying? oh yes, self indulgent comfort with the terrible twins. not sure when these are set, other than pre-canon. they get it, you're all stuck working for The Man, but if they could they'd keep you at home all day as their good little house-spouse 💗 bold is asl, as always. WARNING for spicy implications (nothing explicit). GN!reader.

bo x reader

"No, that's okay. I understand. Well, thank you for the opportunity."

You sigh as you hang up the phone. Another job rejection.

You check the time. Just gone noon. Bo should be going on his lunch break soon.

Pulling on your sweater, you decide to wait outside for Bo to get home. The road leading up to the sugar mill ran right past the Sinclair house, and you had a perfect view from the front porch.

A trickle of workers start coming back into town and soon enough you see Bo round the corner, along with a few of his work friends.

He smiles when he sees you, breaking away from his friends and walking up the short path to the house. When he reaches you, stood on the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist. With a kiss to your temple he says, "Afternoon darlin'."

"Afternoon," you mumble, squeezing him in a hug. "How's work today?"

He frowns down at you, "It's goin' fine. What's wrong with you, baby?"

You sigh again; it leaves you as a shuddering breath. "I didn't get the job," you whisper.

"Aw, darl', I'm sorry," Bo says, pulling away and throwing an arm over your shoulders as he guides you back into the house. "They'll be other jobs."

"I know," you follow his lead. "I know, but... nothing has worked out yet. I don't have enough experience for anything."

"Baby, you're sharp as a whip. Something will come along," he holds you by the shoulders, looking at you pointedly.

You try, "Yeah, but..."

"But, nothing, y'hear me?" Bo's eyes are intense, a fire burning being his baby blues that you weren't about to start playing with.

"Yes, Bo."

"Y'know, if anything come up at the mill -- up in the office -- you'll be the first to know. I promise." He presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, sending you off with a playful pat on your ass.

You nod over your shoulder at him. You know Bo would keep you at home all day if he could. He wants to provide for you, and all he'd ask in return is a hot meal and a clean house. For you to wait for him to come home every day and let him love on you.

But real life doesn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

Bo watches you go into the kitchen as he makes himself at home on the couch. He hears your movements as you get lunch ready, the rustle of the bread bag and the gentle clatter of plates on the counter. When you reappear, with two plates of sandwiches in hand, he smiles at you. God, you're too good for him, he thinks.

He gestures for you to put the plates down on the coffee table. You do so, and then he takes your hand, pulling you over to straddle his lap.

Resting his work-rough hands on your hips, Bo leans in to kiss you. His lips are chapped, but you kiss them when he pulls back to say, coyly, "I got a whole half hour before I have to go back to work, y'know?" His hands leave your hips, finding themselves on your thighs instead, slowly sliding up, inch by inch.

"Oh yeah?" you cup his face in your hands, pulling him back to your lips.

"Oh yeah."

vincent x reader

Another rejection letter. You shove it back into it's envelope and abandon it on the side table and try to push the feeling of disappointment down in your chest.

Instead, you go to the kitchen and busy yourself making lunch for you and Vincent. He's been down in the workshop for hours, he'll be hungry.

Fifteen minutes later, you descend into the basement with a plate of sandwiches and the latest book you'd been reading. Vincent is still working when you arrive at the workshop, he barely notices you walk in.

Placing the plate down on the least cluttered workbench, you walk up behind Vince, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Afternoon."

He drops the tool he'd been using to clasp his warm, wax-flaked hand over yours on his stomach. He grunts softly in greeting.

"They turned down my work, said it wasn't what they were looking for," you mutter into his back.

You feel his shoulders drop, before he eases out of your grip and turns to face you. "My love," his fingers stroke from your cheek to your jawline.

Not meeting his eye, you try and sound nonchalant, "It's my own fault, I shouldn't have set my hopes so high."

"You don't need a job," he says, "You can just stay here all day, with me. I need a muse."

"You know I'd love nothing more than to do that," you sigh wistfully. Oh, what you'd do to stay with Vincent all day. "But we need the money."

"No, we don't. We are starving artists," Vince smiles, a look that almost seems pleading. And you believe him, absolutely. There's not a doubt in your mind that Vincent would be willing to suffer for you, for his own art. That he would rather go hungry than make you work a job you didn't want, or seek the approval of those he considered beneath the both of you in terms of talent.

But the real world didn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

"We can only starve for so long. And it's not fair on Bo." Bo's been taking even longer shifts at the mill.

"Never mind Bo, we --," Vincent starts, but you cut him off.

"I'm going to try and get a proper job, just until I start getting somewhere with my portfolio."

Vincent looks like he's about to interject, but he can see you look dejected enough without him trying to argue your new plan.

"Okay, my love. But only until you can get your work out there, where it belongs."

"Thank you," you whisper, pulling him towards you enough to press your forehead to his. "Are you ready for a break?"

Your hand trails from where it is twisted in the front of his apron to the waistband of his jeans.

He lets out a breathy laugh, nodding. His hands reach behind him to untie the apron strings as he walks you back towards the cot in the corner.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #having a moment. #wait when am i not having a moment actually? #oh to be the twins' little housewife #cook and clean and take care of them #and so much free time to read all the books ive been meaning too #and do all the writing i procrastinate over #but no instead i have to job hunt and be turned down because i have no experience and my degree is useless #godspeed to you all

[sl33paholics]

His Favorite Out of Them All

Jonathan x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Adultery, smut, slurs mention, discrimination, racism ( it's the 1800s we're talking bout idk what you expect), degrading, Dio being Dio

Song: Body Party by Ciara

You were pinned against the wall heavy breaths escaping your mouth, feeling the rough hands of the person you served for carefully undoing your outfit, the reek of alcohol wrapped around your nostrils. This was wrong. This could get you fired. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Your eye darts around the room and your stomach feel butterflies, you'd never thought this was the way your virginity would get taken. How did it even get to this point?

You were hired to serve the Joestars not too long ago, your parents were stoked to hear that you were going to be working for them and put you under strict training to make sure you wouldn't fuck up and ruin their family name as if it wasn't already difficult enough for them to make ends meet, this was an opportunity you couldn't fumble on.

Meeting the Joestars was a huge deal. Picking you up from your old-run-down house that was somewhat stable enough, George Joestar was surprisingly polite allowing you to hug your parents one last time before being escorted to the horse and buggy. The trip felt long, hearing your heartbeat, sitting in silence, and tightening up your posture to impress the man in front of you. Upon arriving there he promised you "If you ever need anything let me know.". He introduced you to his 2 sons, Dio and Jonathan before letting you see the rest of your employees.

But working there for the first 4 months was a living hell. Your workmates wouldn't listen to you for help, purposefully making a mess and pinning it on you to clean it up, and oh let's not forget about the slurs they would say without a shame in the world. Not only that, they would comment on your features. Plumpy lips? Gross. Slightly bigger thighs? Lose some weight. An ass not small like theirs? What a cow. It didn't help that Dio, a guy you were also serving, would encourage their behavior to a degree. He'd tease you about the things the women would mention, enjoying the sight of you on the verge of tears. You had to power through it, you didn't have an option. Would you rather go back to living in a rust of a house or resume working with these terrible people? Thought so.

It was the week when the Joestars won the rugby game for their school, to celebrate, their father held a party at the infamous mansion. A busy week indeed, you worked your ass off ignoring the offensive comments your co-workers would say, your main focus was to get it over with and head back to your room. On the day of the party, the living room was packed, giving you much anxiety to the point where your arms were numb. "You! Fetch me a drink and a cheese platter, will you!?" "Yes, sir." Just stay calm and serve the rich white folks, they'd leave you alone! You thought to yourself. Mama always told you to appease the higher-ups if you don't wanna be thrown behind bars over something so small.

You walked around and see the man himself, Jonathan, stumbling on the stairs. "Be careful, sir!" you hurried over and helped him to get to the top, he was quite heavy, but you had the strength to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall over. "Room...my bedroom, please." you slowly took the Joestar over to his bedroom and closed the door behind you two. "Mr. Joestar, are you alright—" his big two hands pinning you against the wall, catching you off guard but your fight or flight instincts kicked in. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I would never understand why people tear your kind down..." his thumb caressing your cheek before bringing his face closer to yours. "You deserve someone who can give you what you need, not just money..." "Sir, I—" Before you could finish speaking, he pushed his tongue against your lips and tasted you. His tongue moved inside, licking and sucking on your lower lip, your cheeks, and neck until his fingers reached your shirt.

As if you couldn't breathe for a second, you held onto him feeling your legs getting shaky. The room abruptly became smaller, you couldn't focus on anything other than Jonathan, his warm breath, the way his eyes glistened under the lighting of the lamps, and the soft touch of his fingertips against your hips. As soon as he felt that your body relaxed, he kissed you deeply. He began to undo your uniform, the once knot behind you was now gone as it began to slowly slip off your shoulders. Jonathan's hand traveled down, stopping for a second at your waist before he started to kiss more fervently down your chest. The feeling of lust mixed with a sense of anxiety, apprehension that this would all end up in a disaster.

Your uniform was now on the floor. Jonathan couldn't help but stare at you, the way your white bra and panties were hugging you. The way you glowed in the dimmed room, what an extraordinary sight. Your heart beat rapidly, beating so hard you thought you might pass out right then and there. With no words left to say, he picked you up bridal style, the smell of your vanilla scent intoxicating. He carried you into his bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. One of his hands ran down your thigh, your skin hot under his hand. Another hand trailed along your body, your back arched slightly as he rubbed his thumbs against your breasts. He brought his lips next to your ear whispering, "You're so beautiful…" "Sir…" you breathed out quietly.

So suddenly, he began to rub your clit through the fabric before rubbing your walls too. This sensation, this overpowering feeling, was driving you nuts. "Sir, you...you're engaged..!!" You let out a low moan when you felt him rub faster, and harder, you could barely handle it anymore. Your panties were now off and as well as your bra, laying naked in front of Jonathan. "(Y/N), my woman," Jonathan's voice turned husky, a bit rough and rough sounding as if he had been smoking for hours. Taking off his clothes, he placed them on the side of the bed, you looked at how well-defined his muscles were, and how he was hard as a rock. "Please tell me what you want, (Y/N)." "I want…a man like you," your voice was shaky but firm. "Please, sir, show me how you feel."

Oh, how painful it was at first. Like a shockwave went through your body feeling the tip ripped through your hymen. He reassured you, adjusting to his size and whatnot. After a few minutes, he began to move, little by little all of him was going inside of you. It took several tries for him to finally hit the spot you needed. "Oh god..!" you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth. You felt his pace increase, you weren't used to this type of pleasure and his thrusts made you weak in the knees. Jonathan moved your hand away "Let me hear your voice dear, I doubt the guests can hear you scream with the music blasting in the hall." Jonathan was sloppy, he began to get cocky. He pulled out before flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before shoving it back in, making you scream "JONATHAN!" The 6'5 male kept slamming into you, the sight of your ass jiggling each time he trusted drove him insane, something he couldn't get from Erina.

It was almost like he wanted to punish her.

With each thrust you took Jonathan grew angrier, you were still screaming into the sheets as he entered you again, he pulled out, slamming himself back in harshly, pushing you so far past your limits he broke through, your whole body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. Leaning over, he grabbed your breasts and started to play around with them roughly, making sure that you knew he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him.

"You're taking me so well," he praised you, kissing you on the neck. Your pussy was being punished by his aggressive, throbbing cock. "Sir, I think I'm going to cum!!" you whined, your head thrown back, your teeth biting the pillow. "Do it then, love, come on," Jonathan ordered. Your pussy squeezing tightly around the tip of his cock. "Yes yes darling," Jonathan continued to thrust violently while his hand continued to slap your ass, causing the vibrations to send tremors throughout your body. Juices falling out and finally climaxing, you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy.

Stars. You were seeing stars as you stared at the ceiling of the room. You looked around and see Jonathan cleaning your body up with a wet rag. What an amazing experience but you couldn't help but feel regret rising in you. "Why the sour look?" Jonathan asked you, wiping off your stomach with a towel. "I uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that you're engaged and—" "We don't have to talk about it," Jonathan assured you. "What?" "Listen, (Y/N), you're my main focus right now. Erina doesn't have to know. Sure, we're having a bit of issues here and there but trust me, I wanted you ever since you came here." he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose in his hair. Jonathan was so sweet, loving even. How was it possible for him to be in such a position of power?

He kissed the side of your face, softly pressing your lips together. "You are the most captivating woman I've ever caught a glimpse of, and I promise to always adore you. That's something that I'll do with my whole life."

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #yandere jojo #black reader #female writers #jonathan joestar #Phantom blood #Dio #dio brando #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #character x you

[nihilnat]

Your favorite song

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Summary: When Vecna’s curse affects you, someone who doesn’t consider himself as a hero outside of D&D comes to save you with his amazing guitar skills, playing your favorite song to save you from it.

Author’s Note: Heavily follows the plot and contains spoilers! If you haven’t watched S4 I wouldn’t recommend reading this fic. Maybe you could save it for later? This chapter is mostly the reader spending alone time with Eddie. Also the summary is for the entire series, not only for this chapter. Please read the first chapter before reading this one! And if any of you are wondering how long this series is going to be, I unfortunately don't have an answer to that right now. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.7k

What to Expect: Eddie Munson x reader, Reader doesn’t believe in supernatural things before she does, Detailed story telling about reader’s trauma and a nightmare that is connected to it, Eddie comforting and taking care of the reader, Really sweet moments with Eddie and more. Oh and also the usage of the nickname 'Sweetheart'.

Spoilers below cut, you have been warned!

After Dustin ran away, he came back just as fast and said, ‘Okay as fun as it was, we have no time to lose.' and continued,

'So about Hawkins being haunted; What I’m about to tell you can be a little difficult to understand…’ He said and told you all about the 'Upside Down' and the demogorgons, a little girl with superpowers etc. It was difficult to understand, like he said. You never believed in supernatural things before.

Eddie was handling it better because he experienced one of those supernatural-murder things first hand. Though he was still confused about the monsters since he didn't saw any involved in Chrissy's murder. Not that he could see any, at least.

After Dustin and the others finished explaining what was going on, Robin lastly said 'Look Eddie, (Y/N), I know they sound delusional right now but trust me, they've experienced it before. More than once actually. Like, a LOT.' She was speaking faster now, the way she did whenever she was talking more than she should have. 'I've experienced it before too. Theirs was more smokey, dust related and mine was more in a human-flesh typa thing but... yeah.' She stopped talking with a small smile on her face, understanding that she had to shut up from the way Steve looked at her.

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You and Eddie asked some questions that you wanted to ask about this strange parallel world. After your little Q&A session ended, you started to brainstorm about Chrissy's murder. From what they have told to the both of you, some dots finally started to align in your head but you guys were nowhere near to solving this case.

After a few minutes, Eddie and Dustin started to talk about D&D. They were talking about a character named Vecna and its curse. Turns out Vecna was a strong character who did curses on the D&D players' characters and 'It' was famously known by all the players. All of you except Dustin and Eddie were confused about why they were talking about the game right now.

But the more they talked about it, the more similarities there were between Vecna and whatever invisible creature you were facing at that moment. So, they decided to name the invisible murderer after that game character, Vecna.

When the talking came to an end, everyone was tired from all the adventure that they had today and it was getting late. Eddie and you were still talking about the news that you have just learned. The rest of the group on the other hand, started to grab their belongings. They were ready to go home and get a good night's rest. When all the others gathered around the door, ready to walk out, Steve said 'Hey (Y/N), you're not coming?'

Ever since you lost your parents, you didn't want to go back to your house. It didn't feel like home anymore and it brought you nothing but sadness. After that mall fire, you spent the night at your friends' houses. The ones who allowed you to stay at their place changed from time to time since you couldn't have crashed at their place for too long; It wouldn't have been appropriate. You knew you had to go back home and face the truth but you didn't feel ready yet.

'I can't go back to Ashley's house again, I've been staying over at her place for 3 days already and I haven't had a chance to talk with anybody else. Can I stay with one of you guys tonight?' You asked, feeling a little ashamed.

Without leaving others a chance to talk, Eddie asked:

'Why don't you stay with me tonight? I know it won't be the comfiest night of your life but I don't wanna stay here alone with my own thoughts.'

You turned to him and calculated your option. Staying the night with Eddie actually didn't sound like a bad idea. Sure, he was a wanted man and there was no bed in the shack so it was going to be uncomfortable. But you were going to be alone with him, it was a perfect chance to get to know him better. So you said, 'That's a great idea, I'll stay with you.'

The others were surprised at how fast you were going but they were also really happy. You had this crush for months now and you two were finally spending time together. And him having an interest in you too was a cherry on top.

They were a little worried about you staying in the shack though; Jason could've find both of you and you could've gotten into trouble too because of Eddie. Although they were worried, they respected your choice and promised to bring you guys some food for tomorrow. Then, they left.

Once they got into the car and disappeared into the forest, you started to look around. There was nothing but boat related stuff in the shack, obviously. But you were looking for a little pillow or an extra blanket. Once you understood that there were none, you turned to Eddie. He was watching you all this time, with an amused expression on his face.

'What are you doing?' He asked.

'Looking for something ...comfy to sleep on.'

'In this shack? Good luck finding it, sweetheart.'

That nickname he just called you made you blush. You didn't want to give in so easily but it was hard. You turned to him, trying to look annoyed. 'There's gotta be something we can do. What about we take some pillows from Reefer Rick's place?'

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After you sneakily took two pillows and a big blanket, you went back to the shack. You two were like ghosts, you didn't make a single sound while going in and out. After you came back to your hiding place, Eddie turned to you and said,

'Okay so tell me about yourself.'

'What do you wanna know?'

'Hmm... like how was little (Y/N) in middle school?'

You chuckled at his question, wondering why he asked this out of all the others he could've asked. It was a sweet and caring question though, so you liked it. As you started to think about all the memories, it felt like such a long time ago. And it was actually. But you didn't want to grow up. You didn't want time to pass quickly. Especially right now.

After you told him all of your stories, the good and the bad ones, it was his turn. He told you about how his head was buzzed and he was in a band group. Then, he told you about the talent show that they took a part in. Talent shows have never been your thing so you couldn't remember that day. He helped you remember it by giving you a little theatrical show. He told you about the magician guy with the bunny, mimicking to get the bunny out of the black magician hat.

Eddie was so good at acting and he absolutely knew how to lighten up the room with his charm and funny sense of humour. You were cracking up while he was giving you a show, even he was laughing at himself for being this silly. You were having an amazing time. Then he continued with a talented girl who painted a little amazing canvas and the cheerleader team. He did a little move, copying the moves they made during their performances. Then he remembered Chrissy.

His playfulness was now replaced with an emotionless expression. He was looking at a distant view, deep in thoughts. You immediately went next to him, looking at the same direction. You were standing side by side now, looking at the sky which was full of stars.

'Look Eddie, It's not your fault. None of it is your fault.' You said, placing a hand on his back, occasionally moving it up and down to reassure him. Eddie didn't want to look you in the eyes. 'Maybe I could've done something to prevent it...'

'No don't do this to yourself, please.' You forced him to turn to you, to look at you straight in the eye. 'You couldn't have known what was right, we still don't know what 'Vecna' truly is and what it wanted from her... You could've gotten yourself killed, Eddie.' You said, feeling the tears beginning to form in your eyes.

'Hey hey hey, no I'm right here. C'mon now c'mere.' He said, almost in a whispering tone while opening his arms widely for you to hug him. You closed the distance between the two of you, waiting for a moment for him to pull you in closer. After his hands found its way down to your waist, he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest. The feeling of his arms around you, squeezing your body lightly made you feel safe. It was a really beautiful and comforting feeling you have never experienced before, not like this.

You stayed like that for a while until Eddie broke the silence by saying 'As much as I'd like to spend the whole night cuddling like this, we better get some sleep. You never know what tomorrow holds for us.'

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Before going to sleep, you and Eddie had trouble figuring out where you should sleep. Since you two only found one blanket, it wasn't going to be easy. But you also had another problem. Like what if someone came to the shack looking for Eddie in the middle of the night? You sleeping on the ground wouldn't have caused any problems since people didn't know that you two were close. Also sleeping on the floor would've been more comfortable than sleeping in a small boat.

And also neither of you wanted to take things faster than it should've been. You had so much time ahead of you, right? So, Eddie was going to sleep in the boat, the boat cover was going to be on top of it just to be safe and you were going to sleep on the floor. He gave you the blanket and helped you form your little 'bed'. After that, you laid down and he kneeled beside you, placing a small kiss to your forehead.

'Goodnight sweetheart.'

'I love that nickname.' you chuckled, feeling the burn in your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach.

'Goodnight Eddie.'

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Some hours went by while the two of you slept peacefully.

Then, in your dream, you saw your parents. They were waving at you, calling your name. They looked so happy and …alive. You thought that it was real. That you were there, with them. As the time went by, you understood that it was a memory. A memory from your middle school times actually. It was the first day of middle school, you were so excited to go back there and hang out with your friends. You have spent an amazing vacation and you wanted to share it with them. 

It was a beautiful sunny day, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. You were getting ready as your mother called you from the living room saying ‘(Y/N), come on honey you wouldn’t want to be late to your first day of school, right?’ You said: ‘I’m coming mom!’ and rushed outside, with your backpack on your hand. Your mother helped you get into the car and your father started the engine. It was nice to have them drop you off at school. You felt safe with them.

After a short amount of time, your father parked the car in front of your school and all of you got out. You were so excited, ready to go to your new class. You grabbed your backpack and your mother helped you to put it on. When you were all set, you started to walk towards the main door of your school. You were halfway there when your parents shouted at you, calling your name saying ‘Have a nice day at school (Y/N), we love you so much baby!’ You turned to them and saw that they were waving hands, looking happier than ever. You returned the smile and waved at them before going in. 

And your vision started to blur, your sight becoming worse. You couldn’t see anything because of the smoke that was covering your vision. You started to understand where you were: in the mall, during the goddamn fire. There was smoke everywhere and all you could hear was the sirens of the ambulance and the fire engine. You were searching for your parents, trying to look everywhere but it was impossible. It was getting harder to breathe and you thought like you were being strangled. After a few seconds, you saw a fireman running towards you. He looked so worried and he yelled ‘I’m here okay? I’m going to get you out of here as soon as possible!’ You were a little relieved but you were still worried about your parents. Although you were struggling to get oxygen, you were shouting: ‘MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?’ You kept repeating to shout until you felt like your lungs were burning…

‘Mom, Dad…’ you were murmuring in your sleep. It was obvious that you were seeing a nightmare. Eddie started to hear your voice as it kept getting louder and louder. He immediately jumped out of the boat and ran next to you. In the process, he accidentally hit his foot on something, something rigid. He couldn’t see what it was because there was no light. He cussed to himself, saying ‘Shit shit shit.’ But thanks to that little accident, he was now fully awake. 

After he sat down next to you, he saw that you were shaking. You were sleeping in a place where a ray of the moonlight hit you, illuminating your face. There were little beads of sweat on your forehead and you were squinting your eyes, hard. He was in a shock but he knew he had to hurry. So, he grabbed your shoulders and started to shake you slowly. He didn’t want to make a wrong move, that's why he was acting carefully. As the time went by, your voice kept getting louder. ‘MOM, DAD!? WHERE ARE YOU!’ He started to shake you firmly now. ‘(Y/N), Wake up! Wake up (Y/N), wake uup!’ 

And then, you woke up. For the first few seconds, you started to look around the room, trying to figure out where you were. You were still shaking a little, eyes wide open and mouth agape. Eddie was still holding your shoulders, trying to ground you. You were close to a wall so he grabbed your pillow and put you in a fowler’s position. When your eyes finally met, you felt relieved. 

He was talking to you in a soft tone, almost whispering: ‘It’s over now (Y/N). You’re here, I’m here. You’re safe with me.’ And urged you to come closer to him. Once again you closed the distance between the two of you, hugging him tightly as if holding him loosely was going to result in him fading away. His long, untamed hair was on your forehead, mixing with your sweaty hair. You wanted to stay there, like this, in his arms for as long as you can. You thought that he was going to back away to give you a little space but he didn’t. He held you in his arms and you nuzzled up against him.

When you finally came to your senses, you started to talk slowly, your bottom lip trembling: ‘I saw this nightmare before. It literally haunts me and I can’t escape it.’ You were now sitting in front of each other, looking at each other’s eyes. He gave you an understanding look, his eyes observing your face. 

‘You were screaming ‘Mom and dad’ repeatedly, I don’t wanna cross a line but would you like to tell me what happened?’ 

‘If you want to, tho. No pressure.’ He said, trying to look nonchalant in case you didn’t want to talk about it. 

‘No, it’s fine. I will tell you about it.’ you said and told him all about that day. When you finished telling the story, you also added ‘I’ve been having these ongoing headaches recently and occasionally I’ve been seeing the same nightmare. But I don’t remember experiencing it this badly before.’ You lowered your gaze, you were now looking at the blanket. Your hands were on top of it and without realizing, you started to play with your hands like you did whenever you got anxious. 

‘I’m sorry (Y/N)...’ He said, frowning.

You quickly added: ‘That’s why I’ve been staying at my friends’ house for some time now. Going back home makes me aware of the reality we live in -as if I ever get a chance to forget- and rubs the harsh reality in my face.’ 

‘I understand.’ He said, unable to form any convenient phrases. Instead of turning this into a therapy session, he abruptly said: ‘Well, I am not going into that small boat again! I’m going to sleep here, next to you.’ He was never good at comforting someone or talking about feelings. His coping mechanism was to use sarcasm and that pretty much explained everything. No one really expected anything from him when it came to reassuring someone with the help of using words. He tried to keep things light hearted and as playful as possible, trying to distract the person from their own dark thoughts. 

‘But what if they see you from the window?’

‘Let them, I don’t care. You need me right now’ 

‘Aand I refuse to go back to that boat, folding in half just to fit my ass into that small space.’

And when he saw that you were smiling again, he felt warm inside. Seeing you all miserable when you were having that nightmare was one of the worst things he had to experience but it was now all in the past. 

He immediately stood up and went to get his pillow, running funnily just to make you laugh. And it was working, you were laughing. All the sadness in the air slowly disappeared and both of you were grateful for that. After he got his pillow, he quickly returned to your side and you scooted over to give him some space under the blanket. For a second you two remained still, not quite sure what to do with your hands and all of that. 

‘Uh, this is kinda awkward isn’t it?’ Eddie said. ‘Like, what are we supposed to do now?’

‘Well, we could cuddle if you’d like..’

‘Ah yeah sure.’ he said quickly, in an awkward-Eddie way and turned to your side. You two found the most comfortable position to cuddle and after a few seconds, he started to play with your hair, running his hands through it as you both slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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When the morning finally came, you felt the warmth of a ray of sunshine on your face. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Eddie sleeping right next to you, having a peaceful little smile on his face. As you were yawning and getting ready to say good morning to him, you heard the door of the shack opening loudly. 

You immediately freaked out and saw some figures standing on the doorway. You were ready to wake up Eddie when you saw a figure approaching inside. Turns out it was Steve. He yelled ‘FOOD DELIVERY’. At that moment Eddie literally jumped on the floor and instantly tried to cover himself with the blanket, not making any noise. After his drowsiness went away, he understood that it was Steve who was yelling like crazy on a peaceful morning. ‘Ah, what beautiful a way to wake up!’ Eddie exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. It was probably the crack of dawn, he thought to himself. 

‘Hey! Morning sleepyheads.’ said Max while getting inside, holding a paper bag full of snacks. ‘Heyy..’ you said, still having that raspy morning voice. ‘You guys know what time it is?’

‘It’s 13.46.’ Dustin stated, checking his watch. Eddie and you were both shocked. You guys said ‘What?!’ at the same moment, earning a laugh from the others. ‘Guess you got a good night’s sleep guys’ said Robin, unaware of all the shit you went through in the middle of the night last night. You managed to say ‘Yeaah, right..’

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After you two had a breakfast -which was dry cereal- ; Robin shared the news. She said that the police were definitely looking for Eddie and that there has been another murder just like Chrissy’s. They said the murdered guy’s name was Fred Benson and that he used to be a member of the school’s newspaper team. ‘What does Vecna want from highschoolers?’ You asked genuinely. None of you seemed to have an answer to that but it was obvious that there was a connection. One that you couldn’t figure out for now. 

And Dustin said, ‘That’s what we’re gonna find out.’ confidently. 

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din tries to conduct an interview, while feeling her out.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Hope everyone is having a splendid week. Mine wasn't too bad, had a few rude people at work, but I did my best not to have them get to me.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: implication of past domestic trauma, mistrust, testing a person's integrity, starting over, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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THE RAZOR CREST SEVEN

CHAPTER THREE

Din eyed Ann carefully, observing her character and physical traits, she was shorter than Camilla, not that that mattered, really. She seemed guarded and capable. However, he noticed how her hands were soft, too soft for someone who was about to do a lot of hard labour, and for someone who claimed to have some farm hand experience too. His eyes slowly focused on hers, he was always able to read a person’s true nature by the look in there eyes, she seemed like a kind person, albeit there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but more than anything there was a fire fuelling those eyes. Whether that fire had to due with something in her past or had to do with not trusting him, either way he needed to know what was behind that fire. He needed to try and push her buttons to see what kind of person he was allowing into his home. 

He readjusted himself in his chair, it was time to get this so-called interview started, “You want me to believe you have experience working on a farm, with hands as smooth as yours?” He motioned to her hands.

“You can believe anything you like, I’m here because you need help and I’m willing to help”

“You always this difficult?”

“You always this mistrusting?”

“Mistrusting? Really? That’s rich. I’m here talking to a stranger, who ‘claims’ to have worked on a farm when her hands look as though they’ve been manicured on a regular basis all her life. From your perspective this is a job, but from mine, this is my life, and I’m the one who’s inviting a stranger to live here with my son. So yes, I'm mistrusting.”

He had a point, but I also had a point too. Just because my hands looked manicured didn’t mean I didn’t know how to handle hard work or that I was shy about physical work. Yes, I would be invading his house, but I was also trusting him to treat me properly. However, it seemed no matter what I possibly could say, he appeared to have his opinion set. What was the point of trying to start over, he obviously didn’t want me here. 

“Listen, I understand where you're coming from. However, I’m here because Cobb thought you needed help. I’m willing to provide it, I’m a hard worker, and I’m stronger than I look. But, if you would rather question my integrity, before even giving me a chance to prove myself then that’s fine. I guess all you guys are the same, you’d rather have some burly …”

“Hold on, there Ann. Take a breath.” 

His hand clenched against the armrest at her biting comment, “First, let’s get one thing straight, this is my home. I don’t know what your deal is, if maybe your last employer was a jerk or something, but you don’t get to talk to me like that in my home.”

I let out a breath, closing my eyes, quelling the anger that was beginning to boil inside of me. I was here for an interview, there was no reason for Djarin to trust me. He had every right to question my integrity and who I was, especially if I was going to live in his house. He didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him, he wasn’t my ex who questioned every little thing about me. Making me feel unworthy of being in his presence. 

I shook my head, guilt slowly rising, “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s …” I ran my hands through my hair, “Sorry, I apologize, Din. It’s just … the way you answered the door, like I wasn’t even there … then criticizing me about something as small as my hands, it … it reminded me of someone. I’m sorry, I’m more wound up then I realized.”

Din let out a deep sigh, he noticed how her fingers were wringing against Cobb’s jacket. He needed to test her, but he clearly went the wrong way about it, guilt began to settle in his chest, “No, I’m … listen I’m sorry. I was just on the phone with my brother, he's… let's just say he knows how to press my buttons and always puts me in a bad mood. I apologize for the way I greeted you. How about this, let’s start over again.” 

Din reached his hand out, determined to put his best foot forward, “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Din Djarin, and you are?”

My eyes looked from his hand to his face, there was a smirk on his face that made me feel at ease. Once again, he had made me feel comfortable, I reached out and shook his hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Din Djarin, my name is Ann Jones.”

“Pleasure. Now I understand you're looking for work, at least according to what Marshall Vanth told me.”

“Yes. I’m new to the area. Marshall Vanth raved about you, he told me a few things that you were looking for with regards to the person who would take this position. Here’s a few things that I can do, I’m a pretty good cook” thanks to working as a fry cook for three months, when I first left my situation. “I know how to get rid of the most stubborn stains,” working as a laundress for five months, when I left my bad situation for a second time. “I know how to tend a garden,” helps working at a community garden for six months, when I left for good. “I can also help with tending to the animals on your ranch” absolutely no experience for that, but how hard could it be? I mean okay I did assist a veterinarian for three months, when I had to hide after my identity was found out at the community garden, but still, “you know whatever needs to be taken care of around here, and anything I don’t know, I’m willing to learn. From what Marshall Vanth was saying it seemed you were looking for someone who could help in general.”

“Yeah, I need someone who could be available 24/7, hence the live-in situation. There are times when I get called out to help with corralling lost farm animals or whatever. Either way, I could be gone anywhere from a night to a day, sometimes a few days, on the rarity it could be up to a week or two.”

“Is that what you do, track lost animals?”

“Partially. I am a skilled tracker, one of the best out here so during the hunting season I get called on a lot. Usually, I’ll take a hunting party out, find some deer or elk for them to hunt, or track the injured animals the hunters couldn’t finish, before the wolves get them, just depends.” The idea of leaving Grogu alone with Ann didn’t fill him with the same sense of dread as it usually did, when he left him with Pelli. In fact, he felt comfortable in her presence, almost at peace; for a brief moment, he didn’t think about Camilla. 

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EVERY HOUR

Pairing : Professor!Bucky x Antiquarian!Reader

Summary : The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.

Teaser for Romance 202

Warning : AU, fluff, smut, mentions of injuries during war, mentions of PTSD, female reader, sextoy, oral (f to m), teasing, fingering. (Tell me if I forget any!)

Minors do not interact

Word count : 2153

Author's note : A huge thank to the.stan.page on instagram who corrected my work and suggested me to turn this OS into a fanfiction. I hope you'll read Romance 202. Do not hesitate to leave a comment and revlog my work!

When you met Bucky, he wasn’t a very talkative person. He had been in the army for two years, but during his last mission he found himself trapped in a house fire. Steve, Sam and Natasha managed to save his life, but the left part of his body was burned. But the worst was his mind: his nights were filled with nightmares. The days were no better : too many sounds, too much light, too much everything.

Following this trauma, he had to have regular appointments with a therapist. As it was difficult to go out, the therapist agreed to come to Bucky's small apartment. The first few months, Bucky barely talked. One or two words or not at all. Eventually, he started to talk more about how he felt even if it was still really hard for him. A year later, it was less difficult for him to go out. Sports helped him, reading too. He also started to browse garage sales and collect vintage furniture : staying at home made him realise he never focused more on what he was interested in. But he soon discovered he loved things from the past.

Finally, he decided to move. His apartment was too small for him. It represented a bad year and he needed to leave, to have something bigger and focus on his future : becoming a professor. As Bucky loved vintage and retro style, he eventually settled for an old house, not far from the city but isolated enough, and decided to decorate it in those styles he loved.

Steve offered him his old phonograph and some furniture he inherited from his mother. Bucky found a few things in garage sales, but it wasn’t enough and he headed for an antique shop. That’s where he met you.

When he entered your shop, he felt like he was entering a place from another time. You were on the phone - probably with a client - and the device you were using was a rotary phone from the 1930s. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fitted the theme of your shop, and your smile was brighter than the sun.

He didn’t hear you talking to him as he was way to focus on an old clock that reminded him of the one his grandmother had. His sister Rebecca and he spent some of their holidays with her. When he couldn’t sleep, he always referred to its sound to know what time it was.

Unfortunately, his grandmother passed away years ago and they had to sell it to pay for her funeral. His father had abandoned them, and his mother had three different jobs so that he and Rebecca wouldn’t lack anything.

“Sir?”he finally heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw you near him, a smile still on your face.

“Sorry, I… I wasn’t really there,” he apologised, but you didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, you laughed lightly“Don’t worry, I can understand. This furniture is incredible. They contain a lot of memories, and sometimes - and I think it’s your case - they bring back people we miss, they remind us of our past.”

“You have a really special way of talking about all this.” Bucky told you, admiration in his voice. He knew he could hear you talk all day about your shop, about you, about anything.

He noticed that you blushed “I just love old things. They’re splendid and have something I can’t find in contemporary furniture. Anyway, I should talk less and let you look around, see if you find more treasures. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk.”

“Actually…” Fuck. What could he say? He didn’t want you to leave, your presence was so comforting. “Do… do you… can…” fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was wrong with him? “Sorry, looks like I’m at a loss for words when I’m around a beautiful woman.” He slapped himself mentally.

You blushed and avoided his gaze. You wanted to say thank you, or at least tell him that he was really handsome, that he was as special as the antique furniture in your shop, but you were never good with compliments.

“So, huh, can I help you with something?” you tried to change the subject.

Fuck, Buchanan. Now she thinks you’re weird and embarrassing. He probably ruined all his chances to ask you out. In his defence, he hadn’t dated for a while.

“Yeah, huh… I’d like to know the price for this clock, and if you have phones like the one you were using when I came in. I bought a new house and I’m redecorating,” he explained, doing his best to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the awkward situation.

However, you didn’t think he was weird. You were just too shy and wasn’ t used to someone flirting with you. Especially a man who seemed to love old things as much as you did.

“Well, the clock is $1500. Do you want it?”

“Yes please. I’ll just have to message a friend to help me carry it.” Steve had a truck large enough to transport the clock and any other furniture Bucky bought. Money wasn’t a problem for him because he inherited from his uncle a year ago.

“No problem. I’ll just hang a tag to indicate it’s sold, just in case another customer walks in and is also interested in your new clock. About the phone”, you continued after adding the tag, “I have three models left.”

On a shelf near the back of the store were three old rotary phones.

“From left to right you have the 50AL candlestick at $400. This desk set was the first free-standing dial telephone and was introduced in 1919. The model 202 at $300, introduced in 1930, and can be identified by its oval base. Finally, the model A1 at $100. In 1927, Western Electric produced its first model to use a handset, making it easier for the subscriber to use the telephone while keeping a hand free for taking notes or performing other tasks.”

Bucky was really impressed by your knowledge and was ready to buy the whole store to hear you explain every story of every object.

“I think I’m gonna take the 202. I wish I could take the candlestick too, but I have a lot of other things to buy.”

“I can understand”, you said as you were taking the phone he chose to put it in a beautiful box. You then lead him to your desk. “That will be $1800, please.”

Bucky just needed to pay. Steve would be there any minute now that he sent the message.

“I’m really lucky I have found your shop.” He hesitated, then said : “I’m James by the way.”

You stopped your movements, took a deep breath and Bucky really thought you were going to ask him to leave and never come back. But you just looked at him and your eyes were like gems to him.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m glad you found some treasures here.”

Bucky wanted to ask for your number, but Steve decided to arrive at this exact moment and they had to leave now because he was double parked. So he waved at you, making you smile. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you, installing the clock in his hallway, and his new phone. He tried to do the latter as fast as possible for one reason : when he opened the box to unpack the phone, he found a card with a phone number and a note :

And he didn’t wait until the next day to hear your voice again.

I hope you will call me with you new phone

~Y/N

After that, you saw each other very often and after a few months, you started dating. You went together on garage sales to find antiquities for your shop, and to help Bucky set up his house. He shared his desire to become a history professor and you encouraged him and helped him.

After two years together and when he obtained his diploma, Bucky asked you to move in with him. You accepted without hesitation.

Now you were together for four years.

You were in the library part of the house, reading a book you just bought, when Bucky arrived wearing his fucking glasses, a boxer and a long vest, a newspaper in his hand.

Fuck, you thought, he is so hot. And it made you wet already.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“I love when you call me like that, sunshine.”

“Well, you’re dressed in a way, I could get on my knees for you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be on your knees. But first, I want you naked on my lap while reading the newspaper.”

He wanted to play, and you were wetter just thinking about it. Bucky sat on the couch and looked at you with.

“Don’t make me wait, sunshine. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You slowly removed your dress, your eyes never leaving his, and asked : “Is that supposed to make me go faster?”

“I sometimes forget that you love it when I spank you”, he said while taking your hands to put you on his lap. For you, it wasn’t really fair to be the only one naked, so you tried to remove his vest. Unfortunately for you, Bucky wanted to make you wait.

Without any warning, he put a finger inside and removed it instantly, making you moan then whine at the loss.

“Try again to undress me before I finish reading, and I edge you until tonight.”

You didn’t want that… at least not today. It was always worth it when he edged you for hours, but at the moment, you weren’t patient.

“Can I at least kiss your neck ?”

“Yes my sunshine.”

You kissed him softly on his neck, sometimes playing with his hair. What made you smile was that you noticed he was struggling to focus on his reading : his neck was a sensitive part, you knew it and continued your soft kisses, biting this spot that made him weak.

However, Bucky had a little surprise for you and your pussy. You soon felt something against your clit and inside you. It wasn’t Bucky, and it was vibrating. And damn, it felt so good.

“Fuck… Jamie…”, you moaned.

“Sunshine, I can feel you dripping. You’re so wet, and that makes me so hard”, he whispered in your ear.” “Now, be a good girl and get down on your knees to suck me.”

Once you were in position, Bucky lifted your chin up and told you with a grin : “And sunshine? Don’t let the toy fall.”

You slowly took him in your mouth, squeezing your legs to keep the vibrator inside you. And it was a hard thing to do considering how wet you were. Bucky was moaning and whispering your name as you took him all in. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around his cock was sending him to heaven. But he knew it was nothing compared to your tight pussy.

What was he reading again?

“James…, he heard you moan, “gonna cum…”

Oh, no, he thought, you were not. Not on this toy. He really wanted to play but he wanted you to milk his cock, to cum around him. In a second, the toy was on the floor and Bucky inside you.

“Fuck, sunshine… you’re so tight.”

Just a few thrusts and you were coming. But it didn’t stop Bucky. He continued pounding your pussy relentlessly.

“James… fuck… so good… but can’t…”, that’s all the words you mangaged to say. Bucky didn’t stop. He wanted you. He needed you. You were his, and he was marking you. Gripping your hips, kissing you, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth stopped, sucking your nipples. It was hard to talk or even think with how your man made you feel.

“You can give me another one, sunshine. Just one more orgasm. I know you can, you will. It won’t be your first time having multiple orgasms, thanks to me.”

You were so close now, and Bucky too. You could feel it.

“Come inside James. Please.”

He didn’t need more to paint your insides white while you were cumming again around his cock. None of you moved. Your head was on Bucky’s neck and one of his hands was in your hair, the other on your lower back. You were both panting, but feeling great.

“That was so good, Jamie.”

“Did you love the toy?”

“Very much, Mr Barnes. You can use it whenever you want.”

“Don’t tempt me”, he chuckled.

“I wondered”, you started saying while looking into his blue eyes, “do you prefer having sex in the morning or in the evening?”

“Every hour if possible. So I hope you’re ready for the day.”

You moved your hips, making him moan, his cock hardening again.

“I’m ready right now, Professor Barnes.”

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9 | Aries

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

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KITA'S P.O.V.

This is it. Y/N will say goodnight to me and then we'll go our separate way. Maybe we'll see each other again, or maybe not. Either way, we'll just have to move on with our lives.

"How far do you live?" she asks, her voice breaking through my thoughts.

"Uh, not far," I reply, a little confused. "And you?"

"Six blocks in that direction," she answers, pointing west.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" I then offer.

"No, it's okay. I can walk by myself. It's not like I'm drunk or anything," she giggles.

"Are you sure? I'd hate for something to happen."

"Yeah, I'm sure," she nods. "But I'm glad we saw each other again." She then sighs, a sad smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But I honestly kind of wish it was different."

"Why?" I ask, taken back. "What would you do differently?"

"Well, for starters, we wouldn't have run into each other at my job," she laughs. "I'd rather be hanging out with a friend than... working, ya know?"

"You don't like your job?"

"I don't mind it," she shrugs, "it's just... feels weird for my old friends to see that side of me after so long."

"Ah, I understand," I nod. "But if it's any consolation, I don't find it weird. And we had a lot of fun tonight, I thought."

"Yeah, we did," she smiles. And when she looks back at me, I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat. Without another moment of hesitation, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her closer.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" I ask her.

"Yes," she breathes, her eyelashes fluttering closed.

The moment our lips touch, a jolt of electricity courses through my body. Her lips are soft and sweet, and it's as though every fiber of my being is drawn to her. I gently cup her face in my hand and tilt her head upwards, deepening the kiss.

Finding the nearby wall to be a great support, I push her back against it, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands grip the front of my shirt as her lips move hungrily against mine. My mind is spinning, and all I can think about is the feel of her against me, her fingers intertwined with mine, the taste of her skin.

As her tongue glides against my own, a growl forms in the back of my throat. My hands begin to explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips.

"God, Kita," she moans, her eyes opening for a brief moment.

"You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," I tell her.

"I think I do," she giggles, pulling me into another kiss.

I can feel her hands slipping beneath my shirt, her fingers grazing my bare skin. A shiver runs down my spine as her touch sets me on fire.

"Fuck," I breathe. "Y/N..."

"Don't stop," she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear.

"I can't," I murmur. "If I do, I'm going to take you back to my place and fuck you senseless."

Y/N then leans back and bites her lip, her eyes meeting mine.

"Sorry," I whisper, pulling away for a moment, "was that too much?"

"No," she shakes her head, "not at all." But then, she pulls away. "I'm sorry," she shakes her head, "I can't."

I don't reply as I take a step back. "It's okay," I manage to say, the lump in my throat making it difficult. "I'll see you around, then," I say, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"Wait," she gasps after I turn to leave. "No, I meant... How far did you say you lived?"

"Four blocks east, why?"

"Well," she smiles, "your house is closer than mine. It'd be a shorter walk if I went home with you. As long as you don't mind the company."

"You're always welcome," I nod, trying to keep a straight face. "Let's go."

With our hands intertwined, we walk towards my house. For the first time in years, my mind feels calm and clear. No more worrying, no more wondering, no more doubts. Just her.

My throat feels dry and I have no idea what to say. What the hell am I even supposed to say in this situation?

"So, you've moved?" she then asks me as we begin our walk.

"Do you mean since high school?" I chuckle. "Yeah, I did. But the new place isn't far from where I used to live."

"Makes sense," she nods.

"What about you? Have you moved at all since then?"

"Only once," she shrugs.

"You didn't stay with..." I trail off.

"No," she shakes her head. "After I finally got up the nerve to break up with him, I couldn't stand living in the same place where everything happened."

"That makes sense. Well, you seem like you're doing okay."

"I'm better," she replies as she shrugs her shoulders. "I'm really glad I got to see you again, Kita."

"Me too," I nod.

As we continue to walk, a comfortable silence falls between us. Neither of us has anything to say, and there's no need to. We both know what we're about to do, and that's all that matters. Besides, I don't think I'd be able to hear Y/N over the sound of my heart beating out of my chest.

Once we reach my house, I lead her to the door and take my keys out. The door unlocks and swings open, revealing my empty living room.

"If you don't want to come in, I can call you a ride home..." I say before either of us steps inside.

"Why would I want to do that?" she grins at me, "I think we should finish what we started."

"Is that right?" I smirk.

"Mhm, I don't like leaving things unfinished," she nods.

"Okay then," I smile, gesturing for her to enter the house. "Come on in."

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A/N: Age gap relationship (older woman/younger man. Everyone is of age. Enter at your own risk)

Devour, Part 7:

That night at the coffee house went better than I expected. JJ was nervous. He's not shy; I know that from my classroom. But tonight I could sense that he was uncomfortable and unsure of himself and of us. I did everything I could to put him at ease and it worked. As I watched him loosen up and he began to talk, laugh and share. I was struck at how mature he is and how beautiful he is to me. When I was his age I was mature too, but for different reasons.

Being with JJ makes me feel carefree and young. Tonight I wasn't the sexy history teacher he knows from school. I was Marni, the pretty girl who sat in the back of classrooms. I was the girl men liked to look at and longed to touch. I want JJ to touch me. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted to. When our legs brushed against each other, I felt his muscles tense, saw his hand tighten around his coffee mug.

When he looked at me, I knew what he was thinking. He's awakened something inside me and I can't wait to have his hands and mouth on me, on my skin. I think about when it'll happen and where. I don't want to plan it. I want it to happen when he's completely ready. I know it'll happen, I can feel it.

I raise my wine glass to my lips and take a drink. I roll the stem between my fingers. The information about his mom was sad but not surprising. He wouldn't say how she died and I knew better than to press him about it. He'll let me know when he's ready. And when he is, I'll be patient and very understanding.

Us coming together is like a slow dance. Something to be savored and enjoyed. We come close, touch, retreat. It's a balancing act with purposeful and intricate steps that will only lead to one place. The anticipation is all consuming.

We go to the coffeehouse a lot. Mainly on the weekends. She picks me up at dusk at the end of my street after we're sure that no one is watching. I like being with her. I like talking to her. It's difficult in the beginning and then not at all. She tells me that she grew up in Seattle and went to college in California.

She always wanted to be a teacher. She tells me stories about lining up her stuffed animals and dolls and teaching them the alphabet. I do my best to try to make her laugh. She tells me that she's an only child like I am. Neither of us wanted siblings.

I tell her a little bit about my dad without going into too much detail. She doesn't pry and I can tell that she's grateful that I don't ask her any questions about her parents. She compliments me on the work that I've turned in. She puts her hand on my arm and I blurt out, "What do you see in me?"

She tilts her head to one side and really looks at me. "I see that you're smart and sensitive and wise beyond your years. " I enjoy hearing that. I want her to think of me as mature. I mention college and if it's possible for me to go, stay in North Carolina or not.

She mentions that she paid her own way through college. I ask her why and her answer is that she didn't want to owe her parents anything. Whenever she mentions her parents her features become tight. She mentions that they weren't good parents to her and I want to know more but I let it go.

I don't want her to shut me out or stop hanging out with me. At some point during our conversations we start holding hands and I like the way it feels. I like how she makes me feel and it's difficult for me not to tell her that.

Harder and harder for me to not touch her. I like watching her face when we talk, and the way she sways to the music, and the sound of her voice when she whispers in my ear. It takes everything I have to get out of her car after our dates. To go home alone and go to bed with her in my head and my body on fire.

I've taken so many cold showers that my skin is basically a prune and my balls have shriveled up. I wash my sheets a lot because of her. But she's consumed my every waking moment.

Saturday morning and I hear the doorbell ring unexpectedly. My parents are on the mainland and I'm not expecting anyone. I open the front door and JJ is standing there, grinning like a fool. As if we're friends again instead of strangers. "Door to door salesman?" I ask. My hearts in my throat because he's here. I'm mad at him because he's shown up with no warning, and he's been too "busy " to hangout with us for over a month.

"It's hotter than Satan's ballsack out here. Can I come in? " I walk away and say over my shoulder, "Knock yourself out. Please. " He follows me inside. "What's your problem?"

I head down into the finished basement, which is where my parents let me hang out when I have friends over. "You haven't been around much, " I let him know. He kinda shrugs his shoulders and says "I'm here now. "

I'd love to give him a piece of my mind but I don't want to scare him away either. "What's the special occasion?"

"Just thought I'd say hi. Do I need a reason?" I back down from causing a fight. "No, I guess you don't." Just seeing him makes me weak in the knees. "John B, Pope and Sarah are coming over. John B has a DVD and some pot brownies. Want to stay?"

JJ shoves his hands into his back pockets and rocks back on his boots. Before he can respond JB, Sarah and Pope are bombarding my stairs. "Hey, man." JB looks surprised to see JJ. "Didn't think that you were going to be here."

"He just showed up, " I explain. Sarah looks at me for an explanation. Like I'm keeping secrets from her. I shake my head, no way. "Can't hang out with my friends without them giving me the third degree?" JJ asks, sounding irritated.

"It's just been forever, " JB says. "Where have you been? Got another group of friends that you're not telling us about?" I'm glad that he's asking and not me. "Whatever, man. I'm here now. What movie did you bring? Is it good?"

Classic JJ. Distraction. Answer a question with a question. I've seen him do it before. John B. pulls out the movie. "Bootleg. So it's crappy quality but it's still entertaining. "

We settle down on the beat up couch and watch the movie. I'm next to JJ and his warmth makes it hard to focus on the movie. He smells good too, like sunshine and sandalwood. A scent that's best described as just JJ. He smells grown up and sophisticated.

The movie finishes, we talk about a band and their music, then about school. It's Pope who says, "So, apparently coach asked out Marni and no one knows if she said yes yet. "

JJ is fidgeting with a couch cushion between his hands and he stops cold. "It's all over the locker room. Old man Mathers has been asking her out. Poor horny guy."

"She should go, " Sarah says. Shrugging her shoulders. "Why would she?" JJ asks. He sits a little straighter and he looks wary, but I'm the only one who notices, because like Sarah says I'm hyper aware of everything JJ does.

"To give him a thrill? He really likes her. You don't see the way that he looks at her?" JB asks. "He gets all red in the face when she walks by, he's pretty much reduced to a drooling mess if they're in the same room together. "

Kie sighs and flops backwards. "Is she all y'all ever talk about?" John B. covers Sarah's ears and winks. "I can't tell you what we talk about when she's involved. Too crude for your ears. "

JJ stands up abruptly, "Listen, I got some stuff to take care of at home. " I follow him up the stairs, wishing that he would stay. "You want to stay for dinner? It's been a long time."

We get to the front door and he turns to face me. "Rain check. " He gives me a megawatt smile, "See you in school. " I watch him walk away and wish with all my heart that I didn't love him so much.

And for once, just once, he'd look at me like the way Coach looks at Marni Cooper.

"Are you dating him? How many times have you gone out with coach?" We're sitting in her car, in the rain, in front of her apartment. As soon as I left Kie's, I called her, told her that I had to see her, jumped on the next bus to her neighborhood and walked the rest of the way, meeting her at her car. We're supposed to go to our coffeehouse tonight, but I cannot get the mental image of them out of my head. I can see them in my mind, him doing with her what I want to do with her.

"Mathers? I don't know. I'm not exactly keeping track. "

"So you're dating him?" She turns to face me. "Is this an interrogation? I don't have to tell you the things that I do with my time." I have a pit in my stomach. "I-I thought...I was special. That we were special. "

Her expression softens. "We are special. " She puts her hand on my cheek and runs her thumb over my lips. Rain hits the windshield. The windows are fogged, from our intermingled breathes and the heat from my anger. I know that I'm out of line but I can't help it. I have to know what's going on with her and coach.

"JJ. " Marni reaches over, places her hand on my shoulder. "Are you jealous?" I can hardly breathe. Every nerve in my body is screaming and I feel like I'm on fire. "Of course I am, " I say. It hurts my pride to say that.

"Oh, my sweet, precious JJ." She leans forward, lifts my face and gently kisses me on the lips. I take her shoulders and kiss her back. Hard, demanding. I kiss her hard and long. Her tongue slides between my teeth, it ignites a fire I can't control. The rain continues to fall, giving a rhythm to the primitive feeling inside me that I don't want to control.

Her hand slips onto my growing bulge and she cups it gently with her long, slim fingers. It strains against my jeans and she makes me groan. She rubs my length and I think that I'm about to bust. "Do you like that?" She mumbles against my lips.

"Yes." I kiss her again and again, driving my tongue into her wet, hot mouth. We're both breathing heavily and all that I want is her soft body against my hard one. I struggle to get closer to her, but my seat belt hinders me. I break off the kiss and her eyes are wide, pupils dilated and staring at me.

"What do you want?" She asks, her voice low and whispery. "Tell me what you want." I look at her. "You. Just you." I say. She opens the door and cold, wet wind fills the car. The rain makes her sweater stick to her body, showing me every curve. I see the shape of her bra and her breasts. I want to touch her so much that it hurts. "Come upstairs. "

I follow her, not feeling the rain. Only the heat from her body. She opens the door and for a minute we stand on the rug, dripping wet and shivering. And then her mouth is on mine and her hands are tugging on my jeans. I don't remember how we ended up in her bedroom and our clothes are strewn everywhere. We're in her soft bed and I'm close to exploding, she hands me a condom from her nightstand and she pulls my throbbing length out of my boxere and puts it on me.

Her hands are shaking so hard so I guide her hands down my length and then the world falls away and there's Marni, only her, filling all of my senses.

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