#so much baggage can fit in this woman

[clvric]

someone: i love you eavari:

#ooc . #boo speaks . #( she is a complete fuck-up and messy as hell #so much baggage can fit in this woman #and then people are just ''oh wow what a woman'' #she doesn't understand lmao )

[castiwls]

champagne problems - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you."She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said'

Requested; @arcticwisteria

Notes; No the first time i heard this song I IMMEDIATELY thought of dean :( Also this is quite sad oop but I kinda flipped the prompt so its not the woman saying no but instead its the man it just fitted better in my head. requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The tension in the room was thick. The clock ticking seemed to echo throughout the room getting louder and louder with each passing minute as you both sat in silence. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what to say or do. You felt helpless as you sat at the kitchen table, your hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. “So,” You lay your hands flat on the table looking up at the man sitting opposite you. “This is it? Three years down the drain.” You nodded. You couldn’t help the bitterness that seemed to lace into your tone as you spoke.

The realistic part of your brain knew that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that his childhood had messed him up so much that now as an adult he struggled with any relationship. You’d know what you were getting into when you’d first began this relationship. You’d known the baggage that came with loving Dean Winchester yet you’d pushed it away because you were so utterly in love with him.

Yet in this moment, you were wondering if you’d possibly made a mistake. If maybe you’d been so blinded with love that you’d overlooked one too many things. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” You flatted your hands on the table looking up at him. Dean’s gaze was locked on the wall behind you. “Dean! Say something…please.” Your voice broke off slightly at the last word. Dean’s eyes finally moved to yours and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to glisten slightly. 

“I can’t marry you. I…I can’t” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out an airy laugh. “I thought I could. I’ve thought about it for so long but…”

“But you can’t actually do it.” Your hands played with the small red box in your hands. You’d found it on accident a month ago. He’d hidden it in baby’s glove box and that’s where it had lay, slowly collecting dust for the past few months. “You bought the ring, but you can’t actually ask me.” You stared incredulously at him.

Placing the box beside you, you reached out to grasp one of his hands. “What if I asked you?” 

Dean stared at you for a moment. His expression unreadable. “No. He spoke quietly his gaze locked on your hands. “What?” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his bluntness. Dean took a breath before his eyes moved from your hands to your face. He placed his hand over you. “No. I can’t marry you. I thought…I thought the answer was a yes. Sweetheart believe me I did.” He softened his gaze as he watched your eyes slowly begin to fill with tears of their own.

“So what changed.” Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke. You wanted nothing more at this moment than to kick and scream to your heart’s content. “I realised I am far from husband material. That’s what.” A frown pulled at his lips. 

“How do you know that? You are a perfectly good boyfriend. If you weren’t I wouldn’t be sat here right now.” You swallowed trying to hold the tears which threatened to spill back. Dean let out a breath before slowly letting go of your hands. “Because I know I’m messed up alright. And I refuse to burden you with that. Being your boyfriend means you can walk away, I can let you go.” Dean rubbed a palm across his eyes, wiping away the tears which were slowly beginning to fall. “If we get married i can’t let you go.” He finished, his voice dropping to merely a whisper. 

You sucked in a breath, feeling the damn behind your eyes slowly begin to break. “Letting me go?” You shook your head. “No. No, I am not walking away from you Dean. I’m not walking away from us.” You said firmly feeling your face dampen with your tears.

You watched with bated breath as the man opposite you slowly rose from his seat and moved beside you. “Your gonna find someone else. Someone else who's gonna love you and who’s gonna get down on one knee and make you so happy.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You're gonna get that apple pie life I know you’ve always wanted. But I can’t be the one to give you that.”

His thumb slowly stroked your cheek as his eyes slowly travelled across your face almost as if he was mapping it out. “I’m sorry.” He whispered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

Your hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. After a moment he pulled back. “I love you.” Dean smiled at you, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he stood from his seat. 

It killed him inside to walk away but he knew he had to. He could never be what you needed and with him in your life, you would never find what you needed.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn imagine #spn x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #jensen ackles #.mine #.spn #.deanwinchester

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 7

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Smut and drama, mentions of Sy sustaining war injury-graphic, PTSD, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 6

Emma seemed to be in a much better mood after spending a few hours with the dogs in nature. We held hands throughout the hike and I felt myself falling for her even more as I saw how she carried herself after a stressful situation. She felt like sunshine, always smiling and bubbly, even though I know she was fearful and anxious after what happened. We headed to the local Home Depot and after placing Mills in the buggy, and leashing Aika, we got to work looking for security cameras and video doorbells. Emma called and made an appointment to have a security system installed in her home next week, and I ended up getting a few things I might need when working on her sink later too. Emma just about had a fit when I tried to pay for everything and said she wouldn’t allow me to install anything if I paid for it so I conceded. Stubborn woman. We headed back to her house and I felt her anxiety increase when it came into the distance; like she was worried that he was going to be there waiting on her or would pop out of the bushes.

“I’m going to try and clear out the garage of moving boxes so that I can start parking inside there. That way, nobody can tell if I’m home or not.” She said and I nodded.

“If you want to wait, I can help you after I install the cameras.” 

“No, I’m so grateful that you’re doing that. It’s mainly just boxes of things that I didn’t need immediately. Decorations that I didn’t have time to go through, some winter clothes I knew I wouldn’t need anytime soon. I sort of just shoved them there when I moved and have been parking outside but this will be better anyway.” She told me.

Once we got inside, I decided to get to work. Emma started working in the garage while I installed four cameras around the outside of her house and then a doorbell camera so she could see who was on her doorstep even when she wasn’t home. It was quick install and I was done in just over two hours, before heading inside to work on the sink. Emma called and ordered us Chinese takeout and was packaging up some cookies she baked in her kitchen when I made it back inside. I stole a cookie from the pan and Emma pulled a crumb from my beard and ate it.

“Delicious. Mind if I see your phone so I can set up the surveillance cameras and doorbells to it?” I ask her and she immediately hands me her phone. I get to work adding the apps needed and have her create a password so that they are protected. She was so open, telling me the password so I could plug it in even though it wasn’t smart for anyone to have her login credentials. “You protect me, not hurt me. I trust you to have it.” She replied when I told her she didn’t need to tell me. God, this woman. 

“You know, I don’t expect you to fix my entire house.” She said as I was working on her sink. I decided to snake the sink with the tools I grabbed at the hardware store first to see if that would help and if it didn’t get better, I’d replace the pipes. 

“I’m not fixing your entire house but I will if it needs it.” 

“How much do you typically charge to do these type of handyman services?” She inquires.

“Nah ah, Sugar. Don’t even think about it. I’m doing this because I care about your safety and I want too.” 

“I know and I’m so grateful, but I’d really feel better about it if I could pay you for doing this. It wouldn’t feel so much like charity.” She whispers. “Alright, how about after we eat supper tonight, you take me into that little bedroom of yours and shower with me?” I say with an eyebrow arched.

“Are you suggesting that I pay you in sexual favors like some sort of bad porn storyline?” She admonishes.

“Well now, when you say it like that I sound like a jackass.”

She giggles and walks closer to me. I inhale her floral scent and watch her bite her bottom lip. I feel the blood rushing to my cock as she looks up at me through her lashes with those ‘fuck me eyes’ and trails her fingertips down my chest and over my covered dick as she whispers seductively, “I’m fucking with you, Sy. I’d loved to pay you in sexual favors. I’d like to start by getting on my knees and tak”

DING DONG!

I groan loudly as she giggles and steps back looking at her phone.

“Looks like my new doorbell works well. Dinner is here.” She giggles as she turns and sways her hips seductively as she heads to the door. Little cock tease. I follow her quickly and wrap my arms around her to pull her ass directly on top of my hard cock. She moans as I hold her hips and slightly grind her body against mine. 

“Ya gonna leave me hangin’ sugar?” I grunt in her ear and watch the goosebumps trail across her arms. Her nipples peak and harden under her sports bra and I gently tweak them with my fingertips which earns me a quiet mewl.

“I gotta get the dinner.” She breathily replies. Keeping her positioned in front of me with her ass directly against me, I unlock and open the door for the delivery kid. He looks at Emma with wide eyes and hands her the takeout bags and she confirms that his tip was added online. He thanks her and shuffles off back to his car. 

“What about my tip? Where can I put that?” I ask in her ear and she giggles.

“Austin, you horn dog!” She playfully smacks my arm. “I think that poor kid was terrified.” 

“Nah, he just saw a beautiful woman and got flustered. I did the same first time I saw you. Men aren’t the quickest thinkers when all of the blood leaves their head to rush to their other head.” 

“You did not! You were so confident and cocky. You convinced me to give my personal cell phone number out and I’ve never done that!” 

I wink at her before pulling her in for a gentle kiss. “Don’t tell me you regret it?” I murmur against her lips. 

“Not even for a second.” She replies with a shy smile. That smile makes me want to forget dinner and take her to bed. 

“I’m hungry, let’s eat.” She whispers and I close my eyes before smiling at her. I’d do anything she wanted me too. Fuck, I’m in too deep.

“I’ll make it up to you with dessert.” Emma says quietly with a kiss to my cheek. I have to adjust myself in my pants before I follow her to the kitchen. I let the dogs out in her backyard to use the restroom and then we settle down to dinner. Emma has gotten us beers from the fridge and we start making our plates.

After we eat, Emma wordlessly cleans up the takeout containers before grabbing my hand and tugging me toward her bedroom. Everything is clean, but with a lot more clothes laying out on the chairs and dresser. 

“I wasn’t sure what to wear yesterday for our date. Too many options.” She admits slightly embarrassed. I hold up a little black dress and arch my eyebrow. “I wanna see you in this at some point.” I tell her and she nods with a grin.

She walks into the adjoining bathroom and turns the shower on. I watch her bite her lip before she removes her top and sports bra. Next, she slides her leggings and panties down and kicks out of them. She pulls her hair out of the ponytail before prowling towards me. Her little cold hands cause me to startle as she reaches under my shirt and slides it up my chest. Being so much taller than her, I have to help her pull it off of me. Without ever losing eye contact, she unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down with my boxers at the same time. She grabs my hand and tugs for me to join her in the shower. As soon as we step into the cubicle, I reach forward to adjust the water a bit cooler. Women and their hot showers. So much for that hot water heater having trouble. I have a feeling her unnaturally scorching showers are the cause of that problem. Before I can even say anything, Emma is down on her knees grabbing my throbbing member. She wraps her tiny little hands around me and licks the bead of precum on the slit while staring directly into my eyes. 

“Fucking hell, Sugar.” I moan and she shoves my cock all the way into her mouth. Her tongue is sliding all over my dick and I immediately rest my fists on the tile wall just to steady myself. She pulls off and sucks my balls into her mouth and I have to force my eyes open so I don’t miss a single second. She pulls off of me and I look down at her, “Fuck my face, Captain.” Holy shit.

“I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful.” I tell her as I’m trying to keep myself from immediately cumming just from the view and her words while using my title.

“You won’t, I trust you.” She says before she puts me back into her mouth, places my hands on her head, and sits back almost submissively on her heels. 

“Slap my thighs if you need me to stop.” I tell her and she nods while I’m still in her mouth. I gently hold onto her hair and start shallowly thrusting. Fuckkkkk her mouth is heaven.

Without meaning too, I get lost in the sensation and pick up the pace and my dick starts punching the back of her throat. She gags and tears start trickling from her eyes but she grabs my thighs when I try to remove myself. 

“Darlin’, I’m hurting you.” She shakes her head no and forces herself to deepthroat my cock again. She gags and her throat constricts around the head of my cock and I involuntarily groan.

“Ah, baby, I’m gonna cum. Pull off.” I tell her so she won’t choke on it. She shakes her head no and doubles her efforts to please me. I know most women don’t like to swallow cum and even though she has before I don’t want to assume. 

“I hope this is what you wanted, cus here I cum.” I choke out before I roar out a moan as my release starts spurting down her throat. Emma works me through my orgasm until I’m squirming back from the oversensitivity. My forehead and fist are resting on the cold tile above her as I try and recollect myself.

When Emma stands, I immediately wrap my hand gently around her throat and pull her into a passionate, heart stopping kiss. I taste myself on her tongue and am even more aroused that she took me so well. I know I’m pretty decently endowed and I can’t imagine that was an easy feat. I start kissing down Emma’s neck while she catches her breath.

“Fuck me, baby. Please, I can’t wait anymore.” She begs.

“Let me taste you, angel.” I tell her as I shove two fingers in her tight little hole. 

“Ah! Later, I need your cock inside me right now, Captain.” If I wasn’t still hard, that’s all it would take to get me ready again. I quickly turn Emma around and bend her over against the tile. She shutters at the cold but moans loudly when I slide into her. Damn, she’s always so tight like a damn virgin. 

“Mmm, this pussy is perfect. So tight and wet, molding to my cock like it was made for me.” I tell her. I know she loves my dirty talk. I grab onto her hips and start really slamming into her before reaching down and pressing my fingers against her little pearl. Emma is squeezing her perfect tits with one hand while the other helps hold her up as I repeatedly ram into her. 

“Come on, Sugar. Coat my cock. Cum on your Captain’s cock. That's an order.” I grunt in her ear and moments later she releases. I have to take deep breaths in order to keep from cumming as she squeezes around me but I eventually turn her back over and lift her up. I push her back against the tile and her legs on my shoulders as I hold her up in the air and slide back inside of her. 

“Ah, Austin!” She yells when I slide back into her. I still inside her.

“That’s not how you address your superior. Try again.” I grunt.

“Cap… CAPTAIN!” She screams and I slam into her. 

“Much better, Sugar.” 

“Oh, fuck Captain! You’re so big!” She whines.

“Yeah, baby, I’m all the way up in your belly. Look at you taking my fat cock so well. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.” I praise her.

“Mmmm. Ruin me, Cap.” She moans and I place my thumb right on her little button which detonates her second orgasm and I can’t resist this time and follow after her. 

“Take my cum, baby, I’m going to fill you up with me.” I grunt as I coat her walls with my spend. Her body is like jello in my arms as she is exhausted from her orgasm. She doesn’t have a bench in here for me to sit her on so I just hold her and bury my face in her neck as we recover. Moments go by with nothing but our heavy breathing and the sound of the water pouring on our skin before she tries to disentangle her legs from my waist. I carefully pull out of her and stand her on her own two feet without letting go of her. She buries her face into my chest and I just wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on the crown of her head.

“How are we ever going to stop doing this?” I hear her whisper.

“Who says we gotta stop?” I ask aloud as I gently start massaging her shoulders.

“Nobody, I guess I just wonder if it’s the newness of us, or what. My poor vagina has never been so abused yet so happy all at once.” She moans as I rub her back and I chuckle at her response.

“I didn’t initiate this one, so that’s not on me.” I joke. “If you or that cute little cunt need a break, just tell me.”

“Mmmm, I don’t want a break.” She whines and kisses my chest. 

“Let me clean ya up.” I tell her and start reaching for her body wash. I’m going to smell like a chick when I get done in here but I don’t give a damn. I lather up her body wash and wash her. She lets me wash and condition her hair and proceeds to then give me the same treatment even though I have a buzzcut. I joke that it’s not necessary but bite my tongue when she starts scratching my scalp with her nails. 

“Mmm, that feels divine, Darlin’. You’ve found the way to my heart.” I tell her and she continues to scratch.

“Sy, could I ask you something personal?” Em asks me as she washes my body. 

“I think you’ve earned the right since we’re about as personal as we can get.” I gesture towards our soapy, naked bodies pressed against each other.

“Tell me about how your last relationship ended.” She inquires.

“Already told you the gist of it. Got cheated on and got a Dear John letter while deployed. She moved on with the coworker that she swore to me was just a friend.” Emma shakes her head almost disconcertedly.

“How long ago was that?” 

“Hmm.. Shit, I guess about eight or nine years ago.”

“Really, that long? There’s been nobody since?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly say that. Just nobody that I’ve actually dated. I didn’t date at all after, while still in the army because the last few years I spent deployed in a sandpit with a bunch of men. Since leaving the army, I guess I became content with finding comfort and stress relief through occasional one-night stands. It’s not something I advertise as I’m certainly not proud of it but it’s the only way I was able to be upfront with my intentions for a night of fun.” It’s just smarter to leave after the fact so that I don’t have to worry about my night terrors with a woman around. Nobody needs to witness that fear or see me being weak, I think to myself. 

“Most of the women here that are single are young and looking to get hitched right away so they can start having babies. Ain’t nothing wrong with that, in fact I once had every intention of finding myself a woman and doing the same when I was young. At one point, I desperately wanted the wife and kids but I wasn’t willing to settle.” I don’t know if that’ll ever happen though, and I hate the thought of that. “After my mama died and I got cheated on for the second time while on deployment, I was in a pretty bad place. I thought fuck it. I’ll become a career army man and focus only on rising in the ranks and the fight in front of me. I remained laser focused on that initiative until I got injured during my last deployment. As I was recovering I realized how my grandparents were getting on up there in age. Mark moved to Tennessee for work and met Jenn and I just couldn’t stand the thought of them out here on the farm all alone without someone to call when they needed help. My grandparents did hire a few workhands around the farm but I didn’t want to leave them without family.”  I also realized I couldn’t run from life anymore.

This was the first time I’ve really said it all out loud to anyone. I really want to say that it’s because I was scared to get hurt again, but I don’t want to seem weaker than I already am. 

“May I ask about your injury?” 

“Ah, just got shot in the leg. Tore up my knee and needed lots of physical therapy to be able to walk on it again. I technically could have re-enlisted, but I decided to retire. Wanted to be close to my grandparents if they needed me.” I notice myself downplaying my injury like I always do. Just a bullet to the leg is how I’ve always talked about it. Emma doesn’t need to know that the sniper put the bullet that hit me through one my friends’ head first, before it hit me in the leg. She doesn’t need to worry about how I would’ve likely been the sniper’s next target if he hadn’t already accidentally taken me down and out of his headshot. I don’t want her to know how that sniper that took out a third of my team the same day I got injured before a different division captured him. I still struggle with what the therapists coined ‘survivor’s guilt.’ It’s way to heavy to get into with a civilian, especially someone as kind and gentle as Emma. I don’t want the images in my head to ever taint someone as perfect and loving as her. 

“Thank you for telling me.” She smiles up at me and I feel guilty for not really telling her the truth. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how fucked up I really am.

“Let’s finish up.” I say to change the subject and we rinse off the soap that lingers on our skin before drying off with big fluffy towels that Emma has on the towel rack. Women really buy some luxurious shit, I think to myself as I wrap the extravagant towel around my waist. Guess I’m just used to living like a bachelor and haven’t been around a place with a female touch in a while.

“Want to stay here tonight or go back to yours? I still have my bag packed.” Emma asks.

I doubt I could sleep a wink here since I’m not used to the sounds and smells. My nightmares would either wake me up or I’d never be able to sleep at all.

“Would you mind if we went back to mine? I don’t have any clean clothes or dog food here.” I ask.

“That’s perfectly fine with me.” She replies. God, she’s so easy going. Most women aren’t as flexible. Emma’s flexible in more ways than one, I think to myself.

“Thanks, Sugar.” I walk up behind her and kiss her wet hair that she’s gently brushing through.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her towel covered body. Water droplets still dripping down her neck and disappearing into her cotton covered cleavage.

“I look like a wet rat,” she giggles, “but thank you. I feel the same way every time I look at you.” She turns and kisses me softly.  “Just let me dry my hair and then we can go.” She tells me. I go and lay out across her big king-sized bed and chuckle. Emma’s so little, imagining her snuggled up in this big bed makes me smile. At least if I did have to stay here I’d be comfortable, even if sleep evades me.

Once Em dries her hair, she comes out to her bedroom still in just a towel. I’ve thrown my clothes that I was wearing earlier back on and am still sprawled out across her bed although now joined by the pups in the floor. Aika would be up on the bed in a heartbeat if she could still jump without injuring herself. Emma smiles at me and then goes to her dresser to find some clothes. Without seeming to be embarrassed or shy, she drops the towel and bends over to slide a bright red lace thong on. Goddamn this woman is ethereal. She quickly picks up a matching bra and slides that on. I have a perfect view of the front and the back of her gorgeous body thanks to a full length mirror she has by the bedroom door. I can’t decide which part of her body is my favorite and I’m staring at her like a teenage boy who just found his first playboy. 

“See something you like?” Emma asks as she makes eye contact with me in the mirror and I growl in response.

“Mmm, there ain’t enough words to describe how much I like what I see.” I admit.

Without hesitation, she runs and jumps on top of me on the bed, straddling my lap. My hands immediately start roaming the soft skin of her body without me even telling them too. 

“I really like the way you look all spread out and manly on my floral bedspread.” She giggles and I smirk at her.

“You love to tell me how manly I look.” I observe.

“Can you blame me? You’re so strong, muscular, and hairy. The way you looked when you stepped in front of Colin today made my panties wet. So protective and possessive and I loved every second. My big, strong bear.” She says with a kiss on my nose.

“Sounds like you have a size kink, my little Goldilocks.” I smirk and expect her to deny it.

“Oh, for you I absolutely do. You do too though, I know how much you love it when your big cock is rearranging my guts and you can see it all the way in my tummy.” 

“You caught me. I love how tiny you are compared to me. And that naughty mouth.” She smiles.

“So we both have a size kink and like dirty talk. Sounds like we’re pretty good for each other. At least in bed.” She says with tinted cheeks. 

“Like two halves of a whole, I reckon’”. She beams at me. 

“Now, let me put some clothes on and take me to your home. It’s been a long day and I wanna snuggle with you before I fall asleep.” She requests.

“Sugar, I’ll give ya whatever you want.” I bite my lip as she climbs off of me in that little red set and quietly sigh when it gets covered up with shorts and a tank top.

We lock up her house and head back to mine. She brought a bag of snacks as well as some clean clothes and her toiletry bag. When we get there, she puts her snacks in the kitchen and goes to let the dogs outside while I change clothes. I shoot Walt a text thanking him for getting to Emma’s place so quickly and helping me out. I tell him I’ll by him a beer or two next week if he wants to meet up. Emma comes back inside all high pitched and baby talking to both of the dogs who seem absolutely enraptured by her. Looks like I’m not the only one wrapped around her finger. 

Part 8

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[jybyls]

Tease

Part 1

Warning: Teasing, R is kinda jealous, sexual tension but no smut, R is an actress too, and I think that's it.

Synopsis: Part 2, so you're visiting Jenna on the set of Finestkind, and you wanted to get your revenge after her teasing you but you end up in one damn of a situation

Words: 1k~

Jen <3

You: Loveee ! Do you know what day it is ?

So today I finally get to see Jenna again and I'm terribly excited.

Jen: Hi love, did you sleep well ?

It's sweet she asks if i slept well because she knows I have trouble sleeping even more when I'm not with her. But currently I couldn't give a fuck less about my sleeping schedule.

You: Who gives a shit I FINALLY get to see you today !!

Jen: Oh yes that's right ! Omg I forgot it's already the day !

You: How could you forget ? I'm terribly offended.

Jen: Come on I'm sorry I really can't wait to see ya love ❤️

You: Yeah sure

Jen: Don't be like that

You: Ok ok I'm sorry

I'm really excited to see you tho ❤️

Jen: Me too ❤️

When's your flight ?

You: At 6pm.

Got everything pack already and I'm just gonna clean the house and feed the cats

Jen: Omg bring the cats with you !

You: Lmao I wish I could, but my best friend gonna take care of them while I'm gone

Jen: Really wish you could bring them :(

Miss them

You: More than me ?

Jen: That's a trick question and I won't answer

You: That is not a trick question woman 🤨

Anyway you're gonna pick me up at the airport right ?

Jen: Yes ofc

Need my little princess passenger

You: Tbh that's one of the thing I missed the most

Jen: Being my princess passenger ?

You: Yeah

Jen: You're unbelievable

You: I can't wait to see in your Mabel outfit in real life

Jen: Oooh right I forgot about that

I really bet you can't wait

You: Ok now don't be a teaser

Jen: I didn't do anything !

You: Aren't you suppose to work ?

Jen: Lunch break

You: Right

What scene do you gotta do after you're break ?

Jen: A lovey dovey scene

Oh right so whenever me or Jenna are doing a scene where we're kissing someone else we call those scenes "lovey dovey scenes" to not make the other one jealous. Which never works by the way.

You: Right I forgot that's basically all the movie is about.

Anddd now I'm jealous and she knows it.

Jen: Don't be jealous

We can recreate that scene if you want. It'll be soo much better than the actually scene

Will they make you feel better ?

You: Probably yeah

Jen: Alright. I gotta go my love I love you can't wait to see you ❤️

You: I love you too, work hard. I'll reward you when I'll get there ❤️

Jen: Oh God.

She can't be the only one to tease.

My plan arrived, and I've been looking around for Jenna until I saw a small figure looking around like I was. She turned around, and a smile immediately grew on her face. She ran up to me, hugging my waist tightly. "Hi baby. I've missed you so bad." She said, her face buried in my chest. "I've missed you too, love." My face in her neck holding her for dear life. She pulled away to kiss me softly. That's only when I realised she's still wearing Mabel's outfit. Oh God.

"You're still wearing Mabel's fit." I said while checking her out. "Yeah, you like it ?" She smirked. Fucking tease. "Yeah it looks even better in real life," I look up at her, not looking away from her mesmerising eyes, "you look so good, love." She just smiled at me, taking my hand in her. "Thank you sweetheart," she took some of my baggage and start walking toward her car, "by the way you know I worked real hard today." She made an allusion of our conversation earlier, I like to think that she kept thinking about that all day. "Remebered that huh ? Could you even think of something else all day ?" I teased her, I'm getting my revenge today.

"No I couldn't this is why I worked so hard, I mean, I had to think about something else than you which was really considering the pic that you send me so I think I deserved my reward." She started to ramble as she opened the door for me, I mumbled a small 'thank you' before starting to talk. "Right, you do deserve your reward." I smirked, seeing how hard I affected her.

Jenna is usually the one who has an effect on me and totally controls me, but from time to time, she lets me take control for a moment, so I'm enjoying it. Plus, I know as soon as she asks me to get down on my knees, I will.

On the way to the set of Finestkind, we talked about our day, going back and forth on random topics too. Once there, she made me meet everyone, but she hurried our way to her trailer.

"Remebered what I told you about recreating that lovey dovey scene ?"

"Yeah, I do, but what exactly was the scene ?"

"Let me show you ? You're Charlie, and I'm Mabel, ok love ?"

I only nodded, letting her guide me for now.

Jenna is currently lying on her back while I'm kissing her stomach, begging for her to let me taste her. "Please, pretty please." I'm so desperate for her, but how could I not be? She has been teasing me for the past hour. It goes from pulling my hair away from a kiss to denying me pleasure her. It's driving me crazy and she's loving it, maybe too much.

"What do you want, baby ?" She smirked down at me. "You. Just you, please." I'm turning into a whining mess. She pretended to think for a moment before answering me. "Mmh, I don't know. Why should I ?" She's being cruel. She knows it, a small tear run down my eye. I buried my face in her thigh, holding her like my life depended on it. "Because you worked so hard today, you need to release some stress." She can't deny me for too long she'll eventually give in.

"Okay, then have me, baby." She caressed my hair softly, I looked up at her checking if she was playing with me, but I realised she wasn't and immediately started to get to work.

We're having a long night.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #oneshot #jenna ortega imagine #mabel #finestkind #jybyls' writing

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 6

As time passes, your relationship with Joel changes and sometimes, life has other plans. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-5 found here on Tumblr.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Length: 4.3k

Warnings: Mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, depiction of a panic attack, light smut, no use of Y/N. 18+ Minors DNI

August, 2000

In all honesty, you were surprised your baggage had held off as long as it did. 

You’d been dating Joel for a few months the first time your anxiety became an issue. It had been so much better when you were with him that you’d almost thought you were cured of it. Almost. 

It wasn’t anything new. You generally managed it well, planning ahead where you could, showing up everywhere a few minutes early, over-prepared for tests. With enough thinking and work, you could hide it. Take care of it yourself. It wasn’t something you talked about with anyone and it definitely wasn’t something you wanted Joel to know. 

But that was before back to school shopping day. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the mall this packed,” you frowned as Joel looked for a parking space. “Even at Christmas it wasn’t this bad.” 

“That’s tax free shopping weekend for you,” he sighed. “Like this every year.” 

You dug your nails into your thigh. You didn’t do well in crowds. Joel frowned. 

“You OK?” He asked. 

“Fine,” you smiled tightly. He looked skeptical but jumped on a parking space as someone else pulled out. 

“Alright kiddo,” Joel looked in the rear view mirror. “We’re staying’ focused. School clothes only, OK? Gotta meet the dress code rules. We’re not here for posters or toys or books, school clothes are the mission.” 

“Can we go to Dairy Queen if I only look at school clothes,” Sarah’s face was very serious. 

“I will consider Dairy Queen if we only look at school clothes,” Joel said. 

“Yes!” Sarah punched the air in victory and you smiled. Maybe everything would be fine. You’d never dealt with crowds with them before. Everything was better with them. So maybe this would be fine. 

It wasn’t. 

You lasted through the first few stores, anxiety getting worse the tighter the crowds got. But Sarah really wanted your opinion on clothes, the glittery t-shirts and matching jeans and you really wanted to give her something more to go on than Joel’s “Looks great, baby girl.” 

“This or the pink one?” She asked, coming out of the fitting room in a purple shirt. You tried to focus on something besides the press of people hovering at the back of the store. It was hot, hard to breathe. You swallowed. 

“I think the sleeves on that one are better,” you said. “You get cold in the air conditioning at school so you might want more coverage than the pink one. Both are cute though!” 

She crinkled her nose. 

“I think this one,” she said. “This was the last one here, I just need to get changed.” 

Someone bumped into you from behind, sending you stumbling into a woman next to you. 

“Watch where you’re going!” She snapped at you. 

“Sorry,” you said quickly, chest getting tight. You grabbed Joel’s arm. “I’ll be outside.” 

He frowned down at you. 

“You OK?” 

“Fine,” you said quickly. “I’m fine, just need air…” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, you just all but ran for the entrance to the store, working your way through the crowd as best you could. 

But out in the mall wasn’t much better. You tried to breathe, the air feeling thick in your chest, legs wobbly. You made it to a corner that wasn’t as crowded, near the bathrooms, and all but collapsed into it. Your chest got tighter and you tried to breathe through it. 

The first time you’d had a panic attack was about 10 years earlier and you thought you were dying. Your grandmother had held you, helped you breathe through it, kept you grounded. Dealing with them alone was a lot harder. 

You sank down the wall, pulled your knees into your chest and pressed your forehead against them, closing your eyes. You weren’t quite sure how long you sat there like that when you heard Sarah over the dull roar of people. 

“Dad!” She yelled. “Found her!” 

You wanted to look at her, say something reassuring but you couldn’t make yourself move. “Hey Baby,” Joel’s arm went around you. “Woah, OK… What’s goin’ on?” 

You tried to get enough breath to talk but you couldn’t seem to make it happen. 

“Sarah,” he said quickly. “Run to the ladies’ room and get a damp, cold paper towel, OK?” 

“I’m fine,” you managed, almost choking on it. 

“No you’re not,” he said, tugging you against his side. “But I’ve got you, Baby. It’ll be OK.” 

A cool cloth pressed into your neck and you latched onto the feeling of it. It was cold, that you knew. Joel’s arms around you were strong, you knew that, too. The stone floor below you was hard. You took a deep breath. You could smell the lavender of your body spray, the calming pine sawdust smell of Joel, the cinnamon from the pretzel stand not too far from you. Joel kept saying “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” somehow drowning out the noise of people. 

“Sarah,” he said after a minute. “You’re on bag and key duty, you got that?” 

“Yup,” she sounded confident. Your heart sank. You didn’t want to drag her into your crap, she was just a kid…. 

“We’re gonna get you out of here Baby,” Joel’s voice was calm. You pulled your head from where it had been buried in your arms and knees. Everything seemed oddly bright. It took a second for your eyes to adjust. “Think you can walk?” 

You thought for a moment. Your legs felt shaky but you could feel your legs, which was a good start. 

“Yeah,” you managed. 

“Here we go,” he pulled you up with him, holding you tightly against his side. Your legs felt like Jell-o but you stayed on your feet. “See, you’re OK Baby, I’ve got you…” 

You were thankful that you could at least walk. It was a little less mortifying that Joel wasn’t stuck carrying you out of the mall. If someone didn’t look too closely, you might just look like a clingy girlfriend. That was better. 

Joel helped you into the truck before climbing in himself. He pulled out his cellphone and pressed some buttons. 

“Hey Tommy, need a favor,” he said. “Can you take Sarah tonight? Something came up… Thanks. Yeah, I’ll drop her off in a bit.” 

“You don’t…” you started, voice oddly scratchy but Joel cut you off. 

“Already done.” 

Joel drove straight to Tommy’s, getting out of the car with Sarah and spending a minute talking with them both at the front door. There was a knot in your stomach, replacing the tightness in your chest that had overwhelmed you at the mall. This was it, you were getting dumped. 

You’d never really had a boyfriend before but you were pretty damn sure they weren’t huge fans of women who couldn’t keep it together enough to go shopping. And Joel wasn’t about to dump you in front of his daughter. You tapped your foot, nervous energy needing somewhere to go. Joel got back in the car. 

“How we doin’?” He asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Fine,” you said. 

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m not doin’ that.” 

“Doing what?” You frowned. 

“Where you lie to me about how you’re feeling,” he said. “You said you were fine earlier, you weren’t fine. How are you actually doing.” 

“Fine enough.” 

He sighed but drove the car to his house. You were surprised for a moment and it must have shown on your face.  

“Figured we’d not have you taking the stairs for a bit,” he said. He got out of the truck and went around, opening your door and helping you down. You were more stable on your feet now but leaned into his side anyway. If he was about to dump you, you were going to take what you could get. He led you to the kitchen and sat you down at the table before going and getting a tall glass of water, setting it in front of you. 

“Drink that,” he said, voice a little stern. You watched him cautiously but obeyed, not realizing how thirsty you were until you were chugging it. You set the empty glass down and he got up and refilled it, putting it back in front of you again. You drank half of that glass, too, before putting it back on the table. You just looked at him from across the table. 

“If you’re going to break up with me, can you get it over with?” You asked eventually. He looked taken aback. “Really, it’s OK. I get it. But I don’t want to drag it out, just do it like a band-aid, OK?” 

“Why in the world would I be dumping you?” He looked completely confused. You frowned. 

“Because I couldn’t even handle going to the mall today?” You asked more than answered.

“What the fuck difference does that make?” He asked. You didn’t really have an answer. “Baby, I love you whether you can go to the damn mall or not, you think I give a shit about that?” 

You just blinked for a moment. 

“What?” He asked. 

“You said you love me,” you said quietly. 

“‘Course I love you,” he said it like it was obvious. “Did you think I didn’t?” 

“You’ve never said it,” you said. “I didn’t… You just hadn’t said it, so…” 

“Oh,” he said after a moment. “Well. I love you. Head over heels for you. Don’t think much is going to change that.” 

You smiled and took a sip of water. 

“You haven’t said it either,” he said. 

“I was kind of waiting for you,” you half smiled. “Didn’t want to be the silly kid gushing at you. But I do.” 

“Do what?” 

“Love you,” you blushed as you said it. “Probably to an unhealthy degree. Not sure, I’m not a doctor.” 

He laughed once. 

“Well, Baby, I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” he said. “So want to tell me what happened today?” 

You sighed, biting your lip for a moment. 

“Remember when I said I had things that made it so I’m not exactly a dream to deal with?” You asked. 

“Figured you meant your smart mouth,” he smiled a bit. “Guessin’ there’s a bit more to it.” 

“One of those things is anxiety,” you winced as you said it. “I can usually handle it just fine. It’s not that bad. But crowds… I don’t know what it is but they freak me out. They’re just so loud and chaotic and you can get caught up in them and not know where you’re going… That doesn’t happen very often. It’s only the second time since I came to Texas and the first time was before I knew you.” 

He nodded slowly. 

“How long has that been happening?” He asked. 

“About 10 years.” 

“Anything that helps?”

“What you did today helped a lot,” you smiled a little. “You gave me something to focus on, which helps. Made me feel safe.” 

He nodded again. 

“I can do that,” he said. “I want to do that. Take care of you. Make you feel safe.” 

You smiled. No one had ever wanted to do that for you before. 

“You said it was one of the things,” Joel said after a minute. “Want to tell me the others?” 

You winced. 

“You don’t have to,” he said, watching you closely. “But I’m still not goin’ anywhere. And I want to know how to help you if you need it.” 

You bit your lip and sighed. 

“I’ve never really told anyone this,” you began. “And you already know a little of it, but you might not remember.” 

“Try me,” he said. 

“Remember the night we first…” you trailed off, brows raised. 

“Not about to forget a damn thing about that night,” he replied. You laughed a little. 

“I told you about my friend Becca who died when we were 16?” You asked more than said. He nodded once. “She didn’t just die, she killed herself. And I… Well, I tried to go with her.” 

Joel sat up, almost jumping out of his chair before sitting back down. 

“We’d both been bullied at school,” you said. “She’d been dating a guy who started a rumor that he’d slept with her and me when they broke up. It got rough for a while and one day she went home and…” 

You took a drink of water. 

“It wasn’t the only thing,” you continued. “I had… issues for a bit already. And it just felt like everyone was leaving me. I didn’t feel like I had a reason to really try… Anyway. That’s what the scar on my side is. I overheard someone telling my grandmother how Becca did it and how it almost didn’t work, I wanted something that seemed more certain but I didn’t really know what I was doing. My grandmother found me. Pulled me out of school for a bit. I still finished on time with good grades because I had some really great teachers who worked with me.”

“You don’t…” Joel paused. “Seem like someone…” 

“I know,” you smiled a little. “And I’m a lot better now than I was then, but I still have some rough patches. I just never want anyone to feel as bad as I did, you know?” 

He got up and knelt in front of you, a hand going around the back of your neck and pulling your forehead down to his own. 

“It ever gets bad, you talk to me,” his eyes were locked onto yours. “Don’t do it alone, you understand me?” 

“I’ve never told anyone that,” you said softly. 

“Tell me,” he said. “Always tell me. OK?” 

“OK.” 

***

May 2001 

Joel was pretty sure your grandmother didn’t like him much. 

She was polite enough when you were around but otherwise - like sitting in the stands for your graduation ceremony - she’d basically ignored him, only talking to Sarah and the people around them. 

“Do I have time to go to the bathroom?” Sarah asked as they sat waiting for the ceremony to start. Joel checked his watch, one you’d taken Sarah to buy for his birthday in September. She’d been very proud, picking it out on her own, stashing it away without his knowledge. 

��You’ve got 7 minutes,” he said. “Can you find it on your own?” 

“Dad, I’m 11,” she rolled her eyes, getting up to go without actually answering his question. He watched her leave, trying to stretch out awkwardly in the stadium seat he was stuck in. 

“I remember that age,” your grandmother smiled. “It doesn’t get easier.” 

“So I’ve heard,” Joel smiled. “I know I’m in for it once she gets to her teens.” 

“Wasn’t that long ago that I had a teen at home,” she glanced his way before looking back to the stage. Joel sighed. So this conversation was happening here. 

“Been a few years,” Joel replied. She actually turned to face him. 

“She’s a sweet girl, Mr. Miller,” she said. 

“Joel,” he replied. “And I know she is.” 

“Too sweet to see what she’s doing with you,” she continued. 

“And what’s that?” He asked, clenching his jaw. 

“You’ve got my granddaughter playing house with you at 22 years old,” she leaned across Sarah’s open seat, fire in her eyes. “She’s too young and too infatuated with you to know she doesn’t want to be a mother to a girl who’s half her age.” 

“I’m not asking her to be Sarah’s mother,” he said, doing his best to keep his temper under control. “I’m not asking her for anything.” 

“You’re asking her to give up her future, whether you know that or not,” she snapped. “She is so smart, far smarter than me or her mother, and she’s going to throw it all away so she can be close to you, I can feel it.” 

“I don’t want her to give up anything,” Joel said. “I wouldn’t ask her to give up anything…” 

“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “She’s already talking about maybe staying here…” 

“She can teach here.” 

“Can she go to grad school here?” She asked. Joel opened his mouth to respond but she wound’t let him. “While she’s fitting herself into your life?” 

Joel didn’t have anything to say. 

“You seem like a decent enough man, Mr. Miller,” she said, looking back toward the stage. “I just don’t want you anywhere near my granddaughter. She deserves more than this.” 

Joel watched you walk the stage, screaming and cheering with Sarah. You found them in the crowd and waved. You were glowing and he was worried your grandmother was right. 

You slept over at his house the night you took your grandmother to the airport, Joel sinking into your warm, soft body, holding you as close and tight as he could until he emptied himself into you. 

“Is everything OK?” Your fingers traced his chest. “That felt… different.” 

“Are you sure this is the right thing for you?” He asked softly. You frowned. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Bein’ with me,” he said. “I know you were talking about finding a teaching job here but I don’t want you doing things different because you’re with me. I want you to live your life…” 

“You’re a part of my life,” you said. “You, Sarah… You’re some of the most important people in the world to me. I want to be where you are.” 

“I don’t want you giving things up for me,” he brushed your hair back. 

“Who said you’re the only draw here, Miller,” you teased him. “I don’t think I can just go back to the frozen north now, I’ve become accustomed to a different climate. Austin is just stuck with me. You can be along for the ride or not.” 

“Guess I’m in then,” he kissed you, smiling against your mouth. “Can’t leave Austin to fend for itself against you.” 

July 2001

You were pacing when Joel got home from work. Sarah was blasting some kind of pop music from her room and you seemed beside yourself. 

“Baby,” he said, heading right for you the second he was in the door. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?” 

“I heard from my grandmother today,” you were tapping your phone against the palm of your hand. 

“How’s she?” He asked after a moment. 

“Joel,” your voice cracked. His heart dropped. “She has cancer.” 

It was a late night. In just a day you’d gone from talking about moving into his house when your lease was up to making plans to move you across the country. Your grandmother needed to stay with her doctors in New York, Joel needed to stay with the business in Austin. You were stuck. 

You got a job teaching at a school not far from where you grew up and Joel helped you plan for the move. He insisted on driving you up himself, his truck loaded with what little you were taking back with you, him helping you sell your car before you left (“Baby, that thing is not making it to New York.”) 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You were sitting outside with him on his last night in your hometown. The stars were bright here, the countryside quiet. “Long distance is shitty.” 

“I’m in if you are,” he replied. “I don’t want to hold you back…” 

“Will you stop worrying about holding me back?” You shook your head at him. “I know what I want. Please trust me on it.” 

“Then I’m in,” he looked at you. 

“Me too.” 

He made love to you on the grass in the dark, quiet and slow, committing as much of you to memory as he possibly could. 

*** 

June 2002 

“Joel!” 

You ran for him the second you saw him come through the security checkpoint, hurtling yourself at him. He caught you, clutching you close to him, your arms and legs wrapping around him. 

“I missed you,” you kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder, everything you could reach. “I missed you so much…” 

He’d come to New York, just him for a few days. You’d gotten a hotel room and tickets to Letterman. You hadn’t seen each other in months, long distance being harder than you’d ever thought it would be. 

You were happy you were there to take care of your grandmother. You liked teaching. It was challenging but satisfying. You’d made friends with one of your fellow science teachers - Louisa - who had a girl Sarah’s age which just made you miss Joel and Sarah even more. You talked daily but not being able to see him, touch him was taking its toll. 

He’d called you on the morning of 9/11, Joel being the one to tell you what was happening and to turn on the TV. That night, you sat in silence on the phone, watching the footage over and over, wishing he was next to you. You didn’t know what was going to happen next. The world felt uncertain and scarier than it had ever been and all you wanted was Joel beside you when it all came crashing down. But he was a country away and you hated it. 

He released you, setting you down but still holding you close, kissing you hard. 

“Please tell me the hotel is close,” he said, voice desperate. “I need you…” 

You barely made it in the door before he was ripping your clothes off and slipping into you with a satisfied moan. The tickets for Letterman were the next night. You barely made it. 

Sarah joined you a few days later, her thrilled to have made her first plane trip solo. The three of you took a hiking trip, getting eaten alive by mosquitos and eating burned marshmallows. You felt like a family. You loved every second of it. 

July 2003 

“I’m not ready to go back,” you sighed, sipping your coffee by the pool in Joel’s backyard. 

“I know,” he said softly. 

“Next year,” you looked at him. “If Nan’s still in remission…” 

“We can talk about it when the time comes,” he said, taking a sip of coffee. 

“I don’t want to be away from you anymore,” you said. “I don’t care what it takes, I need to be with you.” 

“I can’t let you blow up your life for me, Kid,” he looked over at you, clenching his jaw. “You’ve been teaching up there two years already…” 

“And I’m take correspondence classes to make my bio degree a pre-med degree,” you cut him off. “I’m already changing careers.” 

“Should you really be limiting med school choices to Austin?” He asked. 

“You saying you think I’m not smart enough to get into UT again?” You teased. 

“I’m sayin’ you’re smart enough that Harvard should be beaten’ down your door and you should let ‘em,” he replied. 

“Harvard’s overrated,” you shrugged. 

“Kid,” he sighed. 

“I know what I want, Joel,” you cut him off. “Unless you want something different…” 

“I’ll always want you, Baby,” he said. 

“Then let me worry about where I’m going to med school,” you said. “You worry about being up to snuff on your flash card quiz skills.” 

“My girl the doctor,” he smiled a little. 

“You really think I can do it?” You asked after a moment. 

“Know you can, Doc.” 

You got in the pool, Joel joining you. You wrapped your legs around him and he held you tight against him, nudging your swimsuit aside and freeing his cock, sliding inside your warmth slowly, gently. You moaned and kissed him as he softly worked your clit. Everything was slow and aching. You could feel every part of him inside of you, every detail as you rose and fell over him, holding him deep within you. 

“I love you,” he whispered, breathless, as he pressed so deep into you it almost hurt. You felt him cum, his pulsing triggering your orgasm. You felt every part of him he left inside you, your body holding onto him, almost like it somehow knew it would be the last time. 

August 2003 

“I just don’t think I can keep doing this, Baby.”  

“Joel,” your voice cracked as you stared up at your ceiling. “Please…” 

“It’s too hard,” he said. His voice was flat. “Maybe in a few years, if we’re in the same place again… hell, even the same time zone…” 

“I can visit more,” you were begging. It was pathetic. You didn’t care.  

“Not with your work and class schedule,” he said. 

“If this is because you think you’re holding me back…” 

“It’s not,” he said. “It’s just too stressful for me, too hard on Sarah. I’m spendin’ all my time on the phone with you to try and make up for not seein’ ya and it’s not fair to her.” 

You were quiet. Anything else you could argue with. You couldn’t argue with doing something for Sarah’s sake. 

“OK,” you said, trying to hold off on crying until you were off the phone. 

“I appreciate your understanding,” there was no emotion in his words at all. They were hollow. 

“I’ll always love you, Joel,” you said softly. “Til the day I die.” 

“I know, Kid.” 

You cried yourself to sleep for days. You’d never felt more empty. It took all your effort to go set up your classroom the next week and get all your supplies together. 

Life, you reminded yourself, had to keep moving. 

September was around the corner. 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #fanfic #smut fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction

[marzipanandminutiae]

I watched Crimson Peak for the first time a few weeks ago, & I was unprepared for how much of a femme fatale Thomas Sharpe was. I feel like it’s weirdly sweet that Lucille had so much confidence in his ability to seduce women with his awkward charm. She also seemed to like Edith a little more than she wanted to let on. I felt like she appreciated Edith’s dedication to loving weird stuff. Maybe a small part of her felt that if anyone could understand her, Edith could.

I LOVE The Gothic genre gender role reversal in the movie. And the director seems to have indicated that it was intentional; Tom Hiddleston said in interviews that he really liked it as well. Like the fact that Thomas gets more naked in the sex scene than Edith does. of course Lucille has endless confidence in him – he is perfect wonderful Thomas, who is without flaw and who any woman would fall head over heels for! Duh!

The similarities between Edith and Lucille- There’s a whole essay somewhere in me about that. It’s pretty popular fan interpretation that Lucille see something of herself and Edith – they’re both stubborn women who fit in very poorly with the world they live in, they both love intellectual pursuits, they’re both intelligent and know what they want in life… I strongly suspect that it fosters both her initial desire to protect Edith, and her later resentment. She can help Edith’s story end differently than her own – and then when Edith becomes their target, I canSee how that similarities would make it easier to hate her. After all, Lucille certainly didn’t have a loving parent to nurture and protect her, a community that at least tolerated her, money to cushion the judgment of the world, a best friend by her side (except of course Thomas, but they have baggage), etc.

Edith is what she might have been if she hadn’t been broken.

#ask #anon #crimson peak

[docholligay]

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

I came to this book with a not-insignificant amount of baggage and decided to read it anyway. Or, let it go through, rather. And it got drawn. This book, I know, is on a lot of people's favorite lists, which always carries with it a pressure, and I know most of those people experienced it as a child, which always makes me suck my teeth a little, because we all carry the weight of nostalgia with us when evaluating things we grew up with. Also, there was once major cheating trying to get this book into contention for Eight Days.

But, I read it anyway. This is a great kids' book. I know it was written before children's literature was as much a thing, and so it's slippery to define--the only reason it's very easy with Watership Down is the author was pretty clear that he wrote these stories for his daughters--but this is a children's book. It is a very very good children's book. I do sometimes have issue with the way that any time a book is sufficiently good, you see people say it's not for children. There are also excellent, well plotted, heartfelt children's books. Watership Down, Bridge to Terabithia, Tuck Everlasting, there are books that are written for children that resonate, and have meaning, and it is a mistake, and not kind to children, to assume all they can enjoy is pablum and power fantasies.

ANYWAY YES THAT IS MY NON-SPOILERY TAKE. This is an excellent children's book, and I will absolutely read it to Jewlet as she gets older. If this were NOT a children's book, and/or I was in a saucy little mood, I think I would be harder on it. I mean even technically any time I am recommended a children's book as a grown-ass woman, I am meant to take the recommendation as such, but this is such a GREAT children's book I gave it a pass I would not give a lesser one.

Spoilers below the cut

There are so many little things for a kid to take away from this, but it never feels like it's teaching a lesson, and I think it's all the more valuable for that. For example, at the end of the book, with the unicorn, this children's introduction to what it means to KNOW.

What the fuck do you mean by that, Holligay? I've been thinking over and over again about the end, and how she is not like other unicorns, can never be like other unicorns again, and I really like that. Sometimes, you know things your peers do not know. Sometimes, things have touched you that have not yet touched them, may never. It separates you, in some ways, from people. Not totally, but there is always something that feels different when they don't know the things you know. Hard concept to explain to a kid, hard concept to explain to an adult. Well done here.

Oh god, probably one of the more Doc moments of all: "The Bull's nought but a pet name you give your cowardice" what a great moment, and how correct. How many times are we all so guilty of the same? That the big bad is actually us breaking in the face of our fear, the same as the unicorn being driven into the sea, and on that note, I think it is important, and I love, that the Bull was all about FEAR. So far as i can tell, the Bull couldn't do jack shit to the Unicorn, but he could frighten all of them. It is fear that keeps beauty, and magic, and truth, in the bottom of the sea. This is something I would go over with Jewlet, what do we think about the fact that the secret, after all this time, was to be very brave? To refuse to stand down? Maybe fucking Cully could have done it, we don't know because the fear of what the Bull COULD DO, that just became a mask for cowardice.

Hm, other things: I love the idea that Schmendrick's reward for finding his magic is mortality, because to be able to die is a beautiful thing. It is the tragedy of the unicorn that she can't, in part. The skull says it's not good to have time. "Rush, scramble, desperation, this missed, that left behind, those others too big to fit into such a small space--that's the way life was meant to be. You're supposed to be late for some things. Don't worry about it." I love this especially within the fantasy landscape of the time this was written in, where we're still FAIRLY happy with the idea of The Undying being a reward, and immortality a boon.

There's something I really like about the spider who believes herself to be Ariadne, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

ANYWAY THIS IS NOT PROFESSIONALLY COMPOSED ENJOY

#doc reads

[s-a-u-l-o-f-t-a-r-s-u-s]

grow up

i have in all honesty. i used to support the whole non-binary thing bc I thought it made sense that there weren’t only masculine and feminine people. I myself never felt like a man. i know how it feels to not fit the gendered mold that is expected to be filled by people born into my biological sex. i entertained that I could potentially be nonbinary/genderfluid as a teenager. but now I have a view of sex and gender that is more based in observable reality than in vague feelings of not belonging. male/female/man/woman/boy/girl are simply biological terms with no indication of personality or affect or interests. masculinity/femininity are gendered cultural constructs that are not constant; their association with biological sex and their meaning varies by society. if everyone did enough navel-gazing, we all could have some justification for being non binary because ideals such as femininity and masculinity are unachievable for anybody imo. the concept of nonbinarism implies that only non binary people are complex and varied and nonconforming, but many people you would call “cis” like myself do not fit the mold. we just understand that our lives and identities amount to so much more than what our names are or what pronouns people use for us. in my view, sex is reality, and gender is cultural baggage. it is my understanding that a rejection of reality (ex. insisting you are not male or female but a super special super unique custom thing) is a sign of mental/psychological maladaptation. it isn’t healthy to fixate on fantasies that can never really be true. one day you will understand that superficial monikers like self given names and made up pronouns are ultimately unimportant and that true freedom comes from a radical acceptance of reality.

TLDR: non-binary people are annoying and nobody really believes you are the gender you say you are and if they say they do they’re just trying to be nice :)

[avaelangel]

I don't really think I would be able to let go of 1899. So, I want to talk about attire and memories. Please let me know if I should talk about the rest of the characters, because for now it's Maura, Daniel and Eyk. Spoilers and a lot of trailing away.

Let's start with Maura. The thing that won't let me rest about her is her character in the simulation. Woman, traveling alone, educated in a man's profession, a person worth making rumours about. She gets slightly chastised by Mrs Wilson and surely insulted by the only practicing doctor on the ship. But she doesn't give and helps, volunteers to a dangerous task that a man wouldn't consider at first.

I think she was coded as an ''adventorous british lady''. In my other post I said that maybe it was a part of Eliot's world. Family of British-Welsh travelers, that exceed expectations and prove mean people wrong. I also said that I might have met Maura before. And I kinda did. I randomly remembered The Essex Serpent.

Now, there isn't really a similar theme in that book. It's a great book by the way. But the main character Cora is reinventing herself after a traumatic marriage, explores percuilar circumstances, wears men's clothing and generally either makes people uncomfortable or fascinates them sometimes. She also has a rather odd son. I'm not saying that Maura was inspired by Cora or follows her path. I'm saying Maura (or Ciaran) might have picked up some tropes from the outside to mask her memories under more baggage, real or not.

Funny thing to mention: Cora's love interest is married and has a daughter. And also is a priest. At least in the book, I'm not aware of show's changes.

There is also a game called The Excavation of Hob's Barrow, where a woman is trying to look for whatever took her father. Henry is mostly harmless on a bigger scale, he is a shield of Ciaran's, just a way to move the plot into a fluid, familiar way. Probably, that's what makes Maura so lovable and intresting. She's a partly known character with a deeper pain and maybe, a secret.

So. Let's talk attire. We first see Maura in a hospital gown in her nightmare\memory. There is clearly more versions of her getting viped and they all have the same scenario before a new cycle.

She probably has the most...outfits? If you can call it that. She has her main outfit: (i think that's the name) long turkish pants with pockets, which are clearly big and the material is warm, the blouse is seemingly layered on something also, so Maura won't die after going on the deck in the middle of October. It's practical. She has a coat\cloak, but it barely even matters because the worst of it Maura endures uncloaked.

Most of the time, her hair is up, but in her son's and husband's memories her hair is down. It's clean and nicely curled. She never had a need to run or do something where her hair is going to be in the way. Peaceful times.

Daniel's memory bugs me. It's not that it's not real, but it seemes to show the level of their attachment and\or the way they express love. I prefer to think that ''I love you. Never forget'' is used depending on the situation by both of them. The moment is Daniel's memory seems to be when he feels Maura pulling away. Maybe that is something that always was there. Daniel loves her so much he's afraid that he's overbearing or annoying. I think his memory also shows that they fit very well togeter. In my mind, Daniel is somekind of a developer and my favorite trope wants to make him a writer. He is a different kind of smart compared to Maura. Does it make sence? I don't know. But he's loving and caring outloud. Maura's love is more quiet and goes deeper. They are both willing to overcome so much for their loved ones. Probably, everything.

What bugs me, why the gown? It doesn't look like a nighty. Maura says that she's starving, puts on a mental hospital gown and...disappears? Is that the guilt that Daniel carries? On the surface, I think he's supposed to be different from all the others, but is he running towards his guilt? He couldn't prevent his family from falling apart, he couldn't prevent Ciaran taking over, but he still can get Maura out. That's why he persevers and that's why he doesn't really care about people outside his purpose. He's there to mold the simulation to his needs.

He also looks...the most different from time to time, I think. Maybe, he didn't get in at the same time with the others or he left and came back. ''I won't leave you again''. Maybe, after that moment shown by Henry to Eliot, Daniel did leave. He had the suit on.

We see Maura in that suit twice. Daniel only once and in the spaceship one bed\capsule is open. Did he leave then? And doesn't Maura's haircut in the end look like her ponytail was cut off? I only just noticed that.

His hair seems to be different each time. Also, I think it's a sad thing that he wasn't made as curly as Aneurin is. Did he comeback only four months ago, interfering with Ciaran's plans? His outfit seems era appropriate, but also really warm and kind of thoughtout for a ship. Was he a part of the crew on Prometheous? Did he still his coat the same way Jerome stole his uniform?

But the pictures...I first thought that he wears that short male coat with big buttons. But it certainly not the coat he wears on the ship. His hair is shorter, the same length like in his memory. Maybe it's that second layer under the main coat, but really, who knows.

Pictures are still tricky. They all there almost the same clothes. The same haircuts. So, It was one that one day Eliot comes back to? A moment to remember which was a part of a simulation. Pictures also remind me of that childhood photoalbum from Black Widow. The one where years we shot in one weekend or something.

It kinda looks like there were different cameras or different film.Different way of development? Maybe, the black and white ones are pictures that Eliot tried to develop. There is also a picture that seemingly was taken by him. A picture in his little playing room. Daniel also seems...not as traumatized? I don't want to say it, but did they agree to spend that day together, in the simulation, for Eliot? Without being on the best of terms? Eliot is always in the middle, also. Make of it what you will.

Eliot deserves his own mention. He is a good little sport. He has to come to many hard realizations. He almost doesn't cry, only when Eyk and Henry scare him. He also has a memory that ends with Maura's hospital gown. Is the picnic his last memory before the first cycle?

He also wears..only this. In every memory, in every appearance. Beside that one hazy moment that Henry shows him. Was Maura put in the chair as a punishment for what she did to Eliot? Could her and Daniel's suffering be at least partly revenge?

Let's talk about Eyk. He also, as far as I have noticed, wears the same clothes. He is also the only one who didn't cause the reason for his guilt directly. He probably didn't see his house burning down. Even worse, he might have goten a telegram about it or something. That's why he keeps imagining it, dreaming of it.

He wakes up into his nightmare.It's a common thing, but I think he's the only one to do that.

He probably remembers the woods, the road to his house. To me, it doesn't seem like he was coming up and saw his wife droping the lamp. He also sees only Nina in the window with her. It's horrible to think that his wife was jealous of Nina. But she clearly was Eyk's favorite, as a I said so before. Even though in the family picture he is the only one in black, but he isn't the only brunette.

I went to re-check it, his middle daughter isn't blonde either, but she is closer to her mother in the shot. An argument to my insanity: you can't really say that Eyk's late wife is blond. ANYWAY. I still think that Nina was the only one who stayed late with him to talk. He probably raised only her. The other two saw very little of him and that is where his guilt lies. Didn't pay enough attention, didn't ask more questions, didn't take time to see that everything is okay. He probably was a neglectful husband, at least. It gets sad with him real fast here.

He's also the only one to walk out of his memory. He opens the door, just like Tove later, and then just stays in his burned down living room. If it wasn't for Albert, who knows what Eyk would have done. Could Daniel be using him to speed things up? Is it his purpose? To be Maura's sidekick, make her consider the fact that she has a husband even less? He knows about the sea as much as possible, but connecting to people is so much harder. Their connection makes them both feels special on a base level.

Eyk for sure is special. I wanted to be edgy for a second and make a post "What if he IS Ciaran?''. I mean, they never kiss and traumatized siblings tend to stick close to each other. But I am more inclined to think that Eyk was Maura's patient. I said the same thing about Daniel, but it would be to different situations. I can very clearly imagine Eyk being anxious and weirded out in grief group counceling.

I was going through screencaps and this shot caught my eye.

Maura is his confidant to the end. It's so sad that they strike as a couple that won't work out. One is neck deep in his grief, the other desperately tries to avoid it, run away. This probably means she would run away from Eyk too. A sad, sad irony.

Show's intro is very interesting also. It shows Eyk reaching out to Nina (assuming) and crumbling. Did he lead him to his demise in previous cycles? He probably did die at some point on previous ships.

If you reached this point, thank you. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if i should ramble more about 1899. I probably will, because I can. Might even take writing requests, who knows.

#1899 #1899 spoilers #1899 netflix #save 1899 #1899 theories #maura x daniel #maura x eyk #maura franklin #eyk larsen #daniel solace #what can i say i have very little amount of friends #i wish i could pretend i'm smart about cinema for a living

[zappedbyzabka]

The sky blue fashion set you shared makes me think Johnny as i dream of jeannie

One of my comfort au’s. It’s just perfect. I wouldn’t do everything the show did at all but the base concept of it is just *chef’s kiss*

Just picture you’re Daniel and this mischievous pretty boy with his grabbable waist bare keeps following you around saying he wants to please you and calls you master. One hell of a temptation and problem.

I actually giffed one of my favorite scenes

Tony gives me much CK Daniel energy. He has a beautiful brunette fiancee, he has a job that’s important to him, he’s got everything figured out— then this tall blonde minx comes to screw it all up! Crawled out of his fantasies and annoyed the daylights out of him. How irritating.

Jeannie is always kissing him and is much more interested at the start.

I feel like they have that “ditz who’s secretely smart” and “person who tries to be logical but is actually kind of a ditz” dynamic that Johnny and Daniel have.

He gets annoyed at her antics but she makes him feel alive and see life in a different light. She makes him feel young again while unintentionally bringing chaos into his life. She has baggage and fears the powers above her that have hurt her before but Tony brings a sense of reality and peace into that.

This is a draft/maybe throwaway from the bit I wrote of the au. Daniel misunderstood Johnny when he intruduced himself and heard “Jeannie”, thought it fit the doll, and didn’t question. Johnny’s main goal is to please Daniel, so he goes along with it thinking it was Daniel’s desire to call him that instead. I might scrap that idea too.

(could go along a plot of Johnny being all “I can magic myself into a damsel for thee!” and Daniel admitting he likes and is attracted to Johnny as he is and then a ‘big smooch’ Master, you’re such a sap!)

I also would enjoy this au if Johnny was a genie for a different boy or girl! Tony also brings a certain Stressed BobbyTM vibe.

#The magic really gives me a lot of filthy ideas too because I’m a degenerate #lawrusso

[maggot-monger]

lucifer gender symbolism essay part 3: the dead nun

masterpost

remember how lucifer’s very first appearance was as a dead nun in lucifer rising?? it wasn’t a vessel situation, but the first time we hear lucifer speak directly, it is through a dead catholic nun, to azazel, at the end of s4. and that is how we are INTRODUCED to lucifer as an actual real, speaking character who isn’t just a distant mythic concept. this adds to the atmosphere of the scene and makes lucifer and azazel seem scarier, but by putting lucifer's voice in the nun's mouth it also kind of situates lucifer as being like the nun in some ways.

in his first appearance, the devil is a brutalized woman of god!

it’s appropriate, given lucifer’s firm stance that he fell because he loved god too much. lucifer is rebellious, but not for the sake of rebelling — he’s doing an apocalypse for revenge, but also seems to think he’s legitimately trying to protect what he sees as his father’s best creation. there is a lot going on with why lucifer fell, but one of them is for overstepping what angels were supposed to do by having an opinion that contradicted The Father’s. but fundamentally, lucifer sees himself as loving god — loving god too much — being devoted to god and god’s creations, to the point that he felt disobedience was a better way to show devotion than obedience (if this sounds strange i would direct you to the first and second bullet points on this post, which might or might not make things clearer)

so, it’s fitting that he would be introduced as a nun. it primes us to think of lucifer as a religious figure, sacrificed on the altar of her piety — the scene is disturbing, the religious imagery seems twisted and warped and corrupted, but nonetheless, the voice does come from a nun’s mouth. lucifer did not kill that nun; lucifer is speaking as that nun. the disturbing religiosity of the image is about corruption maybe, but what is really going on there is lucifer as a woman who pledged her life to god and who has now been bloodily killed specifically because she is a woman who pledged her life to god. and that is, in a sense, exactly what lucifer is: an embodiment of piety, broken.

it seems relevant that it's a nun rather than a priest too...partially this comes back to supernatural's thing about women and innocence: a dead nun devil is creepier than a dead priest devil because women have more in-show purity symbolism baggage than men do, so it's more dramatic and creepy when they're killed or corrupted. lucifer, having once been god's favorite, had the furthest to fall, so it's creepier for him to end up the devil than it would have been for pretty much any other angel.

beyond spn standard gender stuff, nuns and priests have different roles in catholism: depending on the order/region/etc, nuns might be cloistered (no contact with the outside world) or work in caretaking roles or similar doing acts of service. priests, on the other hand, have an explicit leadership role: they preach to their communities; they are thought leaders; they are called "father" for a reason. (some nuns are community leaders as well of course but that's not the job description for them the same way it is for priests). in lucifer rising, lucifer is not using the voice a leader, but is instead using the voice either of someone cut off from the outside world (true, certainly in the cage and more symbolically pre-fall), or of someone who is supposed to concern herself with doing good works than with interpreting god's word for a congregation. showing lucifer as a nun subverts expectations both of nuns and of lucifer, and puts an interesting spin on the character by giving us some possible insight into what he was supposed to be — and, maybe, how he still thinks of himself.

there’s also something to the fact that women can’t reach the same positions within the hierarchy of the catholic church that men can. they can be nuns; they can’t be cardinals etc. this is a bit messy because lucifer used to be one of the highest ranking angels, but nonetheless…maybe something about the incorrectness of the demons deifying lucifer. lucifer doesn’t give the impression of wanting to be in charge of the demons, he doesn’t seem to want to rule hell as a kind of god or pope figure. he leans into it because it’s tactically useful, but that’s not something he’s all that into. what lucifer is, according to lucifer, is someone who loves god and serves god’s best interests. lucifer's hubris is from lucifer thinking he knew better than god what was in god’s best interests. this is kind of getting away from me but you see the general outlines of this, yeah? maybe? anyway

part 2: gender in supernatural part 4: women in white

#spn #spnluciferweek #lucifer #spn thots #meta

[haunteddelusiontale]

dysfunctional

➥ @fandomnationwhore placed said request from my list of prompts

➥ first request; oh how I hope you enjoy this :)

➥ Arthur Shelby was dubbed the crazy brother because of his past and impulsive rage fits he seems to have often, luckily that titles been given to another fellow

➥.Peaky Blinders Arthur Shelby x Reader

➥ prompt number eight - "if I can't have you no one can"

Arthur Shelby, a name known by many but a man known by few.

He was a complex man not many understood him. They viewed him as a dark and violent individual because well Arthur Shelby could not seem to give his temper in check.

Not many individuals family included knew the true Arthur. With such a brass appearance, he was often seen as nothing more than the man who did the dirty work for his brothers.

No one could truly see how deeply hurt he was underneath all that toughness he portrayed, underneath the gangster appearance he gave out Arthur was nothing more than a scared and broken man, frightened of being left alone in this world and fearful of dying without having ever truly been loved we're starting a different path one that did not involve his family's bad upbringing.

Over time as the years went by and the days grew longer, he begin to think that he would never find love, that he would forever be used as nothing more than a tool to do his family's dirty work.

But that hasn't seem to be the case for our dearest Arthur Shelby.

No he ended up finding himself someone a beautiful lady whom went by the name of (Y/n) (L/n); with (eye color) eyes that held many secrets and a lop sided smirk that looks to be filled with nothing but mischief.

Arthur had finally found himself someone worth living for.

Their meeting have been anything but romantic; in fact the first time they have met was when Arthur had been brutally beating up a man in the alleyway who owed him and his brothers some money. The man plead and cries could be heard from the front of the dark alley late at night but with the streets empty, safe from one person alone who had been wandering, the man's cries had not gone unheard.

It was as if Arthur had been lost in a fit of rage until he felt the small soft but rough hands grab him by the back of his neck, almost like what a mother cat would do to her young to get them to submit. "Oy get off of the poor lad can't you see that he got the message."

Arthur spun around ready to throw fist with the stranger who had stopped him from finishing the job but when dark stormy eyes clashed with the strangers it seemed as if all that anger had suddenly vanished.

"Yeah -" his gruff voice managed out, "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am now let's get you cleaned up big boy what it means you walking the streets looking like something the cats done dragged out of the bag."

From that point on history have been set in stone. Arthur Shelby just had to know everything about the stranger, over time a bond grew between the two and love begin to fill in the gaps of their friendship. Arthur never found the courage to ask them out he had felt insecured not only with knowing their age Gap but seeing as how (y/n) was a well-desired woman by many men much closer to her age.

So many negative thoughts clouded his mind; why would she want someone like him, he could very much be her grandfather if not closer to her father's age. She was a bright and well put together woman who could have some any man she desired, someone with less baggage, someone less dangerous; but yet she wanted him.

And still to this day it always baffled him knowing that she chose him.

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"My family's having a meeting..."

"And why is it that you're telling me this."

Two individuals laid down side by side in the wet grass, it has just finished raining hours ago and the ground had still been damp from the passing storm but neither one of them cared for this was their moment alone; away from the world, away from their problems, away from everyone but themselves.

"I would love it if you could accompany me..."

"If I hadn't heard you correctly first time I would have mistaken this as you wanting me to simply meet your family. But this wouldn't be a simple meet the famimy gathering, no that's much too complicated for you Arthur - for you are a complexed man."

"Yer complexed man." Author teasingly said back in response.

"Yes, my complexed man."

All was silent between the two - neither one of them have spoken for a few minutes simply allowing the news to circle around their heads. Whilst Arther's thoughts were much more negative than his partner, his female companion could not help but have taken this as the perfect opportunity to meet her future-in-laws.

"Alright I'll join you, now what time does this need to start?"

"8pm sharp," Arthur hurringly says.

"Then I shall be ready at 6 o'clock. Pick me up on the dot."

"Always." Arthur says taking the small of her hand with his rather large one carefully turning her hand around he places a delicate kiss on the back side of it. " Always and forever," she mimics.

When 6 o'clock came rounding around Arthur found himself standing outside flat of his darling partner, raising a fist to knock the door opened suddenly. "Well don't you look dashing." the woman before him says a carefree smile fell across her features, and Arther's breath could not help but to have been snatched from his every being.

"You look beautiful -" he says adding a "as always" towards the end to save him.

"Thank you. Now then, shall we be off?"

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Dinner had surprisingly gone well, whist the Shelby family did not take too kindly to the late introduction as well as the interruption of a family dinner by a stranger nonetheless Arther stood abide by making sure his partner could stay or rather would be staying.

With no one wanting to start a fist fight Thomas allowed his brother's guest to stay.

"So how long has this been going on for?" Polly questioned taking a drag from her cigarette.

"About 8 months, though I would say we are still a fresh couple." (Y/n) replies it was clear that she would be taking the lead for the following conversations and discussions that have yet to come.

It seemed as though Polly's question had opened up a gateway for her nephew to question the young woman before them.

Michael chokes on his sip of champagne and Arthur being closest to his brother roughly pats him on the back, "8 months?! And you view that as still being a fresh couple." Michael mocks.

"Well yes, whist 8 months can be seen as a rather long time period for couples, to me it is only the beginning. Arthur and I have much to still learn about one another, secrets to discovered and feelings to share, talks to be spoken on. But seeing as how you're well known for sleeping around with anything that has a nice warm hole between its legs, I doubt you know anything of that sorts." Taking a sip of her champagne she side eyes Michael.

She knew meeting her lover's family would not be easy after all they were well respected, feared individuals in the streets. People spoke on their last name and whispered about rumors that most likely weren't rumors - not that anyone would be brave enough to say anything about it to their faces, behind their backs.

"And how long until this one cheats?" Thomas cuts in sharply.

Arthur wouldn't say it but hearing his brother say those words out loud deeply hurt him and his partner can tell from the way his once told figure started to slouch and on itself his insecurity were building back up and she would be damned if she allowed that to happen.

With a piercing glare and a sharp laugh sounding from her throat her eyes pierced into the dark blue ones of Thomas. "Who says I would cheat?"

Her tone is sharp and leaves no room for questions but Thomas Shelby isn't a man to back down from a argument. Well you are a rather young woman compared to my brother; I would say he has maybe 10 perhaps 20 years on you at best -"

" I don't see how my age has anything to do with the terms of cheating."

Thomas takes a drag from his cigar, "In short terms my brother is a damaged man. War tends to do that to a man, and you...you on the other hand are a young woman bright, and witty from what I can see. I'm sure you would love to travel the world and meet new people, individuals who won't hold you back."

"Arthur isn't holding me back..."

Thomas quirks a eyebrow at her defensive tone "Oh do go on.."

Leaning back in her chair she places one arm behind Arthur's chair her fingers barely glazing the back of his suit. "It seems you underestimate just how charming your brother is."

"Yes I won't lie he is 20 years older than I am but after all like many say age is just a number, Arthur is a mature man who takes my presence not for granted like most men my age would, he does not see me as a little young pocket pussy that he can fuck whenever he wishes to. He treats me like a well-respected woman of my age in class not only am I cherished by this man but I am loved and cared for. Something I doubt you or anyone at this table to show a woman."

"So rather the question should be flipped it is not him who should be worried about me cheating it is I who should be worried about him cheating, after all I am just as lucky to have him in my life as he is to have me and his..." silence filled the once talkative dining room only for the Shelby's unexpected guests voice to cut through the air once more, "Though if that do ends up happening.. I would kill him."

How bold!

"W-What?!" Arthur chokes out.

"Oh please darling, don't act so surprised. I thought I've made it well clear to you then I was equally as crazy if not more than you. But it seems that everyone around me is having a slow moment this evening so let me be clear -" turning in her chair to face her lover, (y/n)'s hand comes up to grasp at his chin softly before her nails dug it's way into his flesh.

Pulling him down closer to her face as if she were a siren and he would a fisherman she utters her terrifyingly sweet vows; "If you were to ever cheat on me I would not only brutally torture and murder you but I would send your remains to each and every one of your familymembers because after all..if I can't have you, no one can."

#arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder x reader #x reader stories #x reader #x reader series

[ill-say-this-fast]

Had this is in my head for awhile now but what do you think the (maximoff) twins' dynamic would be like if they were genderswapped? Like would Female!Pietro be the overprotective sibling or would it be Male!Wanda? And how different/similar would the genderswapped versions be from the original versions?

Wanda is already protective epecially in early 616. I think theyd both be that way even gender swapped.

I think gender roles especially the external enforcement of them are very important to who they are. Wanda is very against being protected just because she's the girl. As a boy, she wouldnt have that same baggage of being treated as helpless, it could only turn into traditional 'i dont need help im a man' and i dont think thats her personality. She should still have a desire to prove herself and her being generally confident and forthright fits well into traditional masculinity. She could retain her whole feminine power and values thing as a man, but it would have to come from her and not from the outside, I can see that. She's someone who knows who she is.

Also I guess her oppression concerns shift from being solely gender based (which can be very lazy writing at times tbh) to a more No Surrender!Pietro xenophobia thing.

She also presumably does not have every man she comes into contact with trying to get with her but i dont know how much that changes her personality. (It presumably makes Pietro less angry all the time.) And Scarletvision doesnt happen because Vision was looking for social validation through having a wife. So shed be saved from that and everything that happened afterwards.

Pietro changes internally more, because his responsibility to look after Wanda as the man of the family post orphaning, as his parents told him, is a very significant part of his character. If he wasnt clinging to that instruction as his life purpose, i dont know what he would be doing.

Maybe he'd just assign it to himself anyway, or do some tradwife thing as an equivalent if he's really accepted gender roles as something he should be performing - he is more submissive than Wanda, so he might accept that where she couldnt.

I think Wanda would have an easier time balancing following that instruction if she had been given it, with her other life goals. She's the one whos more proactive and who thinks for herself more.

Pietro going along with what Wanda wants would now be traditional gender roles and him being overprotective could no longer be viewed as domineering chauvinism (*eyeroll*). On the other hand he's getting hit hard with the overemotional/bitchy/hysterical accusations as a woman (not that he isnt already), if he still has the same attitude.

I think they would have less to argue about to be honest, and less to get in fights with other people about. I also think it takes away a lot of who they are.

#saw tobys post and remembered i had this in my drafts #cant believe i ended up at tradwife pietro #he was made to be a man who hates men #maxicest #answered

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i'm too lazy and perfectionist to write fics, but know that in my head lives a fic where in a fit of desperation, trying to maintain some sort of status quo and unquestioned past, kon and cassie start dating again

this jumpstarts a bunch of gender and sexuality realizations bc they can't actually ignore cassie's permanent tension with cissie (and almost every other woman she crosses paths with), and kon's entire relationship with gender and sexuality, and also the impact of his childhood

too many things have happened, and they're not in a place where they can just go back into the comfort zone of compulsory denial (heterosexuality)

maybe roxy comes back to help give some sort of closure to kon – maybe he looks for her and he doesn't find her

i think rose wilson should come back too bc she's the one that pushes cassie's buttons in a way she can't ignore

bart's a good friend but also he's surprised that they don't know they're queer because he thought they all knew – he can't believe there's still drama about all of this

anita is mad at cassie that she always pushes for cissie to return but not anita, the one who actually misses hero life (does she? or does she want to be wanted back in the team?)

greta wants everyone to get along please

ray's still kon's friend and has some advice

kon is really happy for tim btw, and is just mad that tim is too busy in gotham with that boyfriend of his, what's his name anyways, barry? bob? beauford? steph says he's cool, but it's not like tim took the time to introduce them yet, but he's super happy for tim, and not at all hurt that he's dating someone else (who said that)

tim is having a crisis because balancing his civilian life with his hero life is HARD, has always been, and he thinks bernard might know he's robin, and that should be good, should make things easier, but– he doesn't know what comes after the but, but there's one for sure

cissie misses her young justice days in the sense that she misses spending so much time with her best friends, and she gets that's what cassie misses too, but being arrowette carried too much baggage that she doesn't want to touch with a mile foot long pole, and if cassie asks one more time she's gonna do something they both regret

#just tension tension tension until it pops #if i wanted to write this i would want to flesh out bart's role way more #maybe slobo comes back too bc why not #this would probably be timkon and cissiecassie endgame but it could be subject to change depending on the development #yj98 #dc #bahiara rambles

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That post about Welsh food reminded me, do I have any Welsh followers/anyone with bg expertise in Welsh/Celtic/Irish/Scottish mythologies?

I am picking up an old writing project that I had set aside and re-reading it, I have realized (I started this in college) that it has a bunch of vaguely [BRITISH ISLES] mythology stuff kind of conflated and smashed together. Primarily with Irish mythology just because that's the thing I know the most about.

SO, as I go through an editing pass, is there anything SUPER obvious that an American writer should know? Mostly I'm dealing with the differences in culture between faeries, true names, second sight, superstitions, and that kind of thing. I know there's a lot of shared history and overlap but that's making it kind of hard for me to research! Literally any insight is appreciated, THANK U.

Summary of project under the cut, if that helps.

A woman-- whose name is Hiraeth, because her mom who is not actually Welsh unless you go generations back read it in a book somewhere and thought it was Pretty. As Hira grew up she started to get the cultural baggage and also feel weird about its general meaning and why would you name a child something like that-- (ANYWAY) Hira is going through a rough patch in her marriage. She's in her late 20s/early 30s and married to her college boyfriend. They dated for a long time but have only been married a few years. Her husband's, (Ryan), behavior has been pretty erratic, and he seems to be pulling away from her, away at odd hours, thinks their house might be haunted, and she thinks he's either had a total break from reality, or he's cheating on her or something.

Eventually he goes missing.

MEANWHILE, Hira is rekindling her childhood first love with a woman who goes by Honey but whose real name she doesn't even know. Because she's a fairy. Years and years ago they were summertime childhood friends, and then more than that, and then Honey disappeared. But now she's back right at the time when Hira's relationship is fracturing, and can foolishly fall back into Honey's arms. CONVENIENT. Honey is a very fastidious planner >;)

sabotage your relationship

steal your girl

disappear you

These things are all kind of subject to change but that's the bones of the thing. And I don't want to just sort of appropriate Welsh culture for an aesthetic, but the story is going to have a lot of themes of loss, nostalgia, longing, and making hard choices so I'd like to keep hiraeth as a general throughline. Hira is an autistic character and has always had an interest in and kinship with changeling stories. She feels like she doesn't fit and has a deep desperate longing for Somewhere but she doesn't know what that IS or even looks like. It's just not here. And then she meets Honey and it seems like maybe she can FILL that empty void but have you ever loved something so much that it hurt? And you know it's going to hurt you and you're going to lose it but you still choose it again and again and again like waves dashing against rocks on the shore? It's like that.

#op #writing #wip #wales #welsh mythology #faerie #writing advice

[raissahandeson-blog]

Vulnerable

Well guys, I decided to rewatch The Old Guard and I simply found myself falling in love with all those charming characters.

I always thought that Nile and Andy have such intense chemistry that it would be a sin to have so few stories between the two of them and that was the reason that led me to write this. I confess that most of this story was written via translator, since my knowledge of English is very limited, and this is the first story I've written… So I apologize in advance for the various errors you found here.

Anyway, I think that having said that, I really liked the option of adding color to the sentences and that's why I found it interesting to separate Andy and Nile's lines by color. Nile will have all the dialogues in purple while Andy has red, just because I think they really suit them lol.

This is an art that I simply loved by an incredible artist called Rune, I'll leave the link below so you can check out more of his work. https://www.deviantart.com/rune-arts

The last year has been completely crazy for Nile, ever since his first death on duty in Afghanistan. The discovery of her own immortality, discovering the existence of an army of immortals that she was now a part of, the struggle in the laboratory and Andy's recent mortality, it was all a very radical change.

Her life was turned upside down, having to leave the Marines, her dream of following in her father's footsteps, her family, and gaining a new one made up of dysfunctional but extremely welcoming and loving immortal people.

At first, Nile believed that it would be difficult to fit into that group, after all, everyone there had known each other for centuries and orbited around each other easily. It was surprising when she realized that she didn't need to make an effort to try to be accepted, as she did in the marines, she already had everyone's respect and consideration since the day of the confrontation in Merick's Laboratory when she decided to return to save everyone. .

After the first two crazy weeks they finally had time to settle down and rest, keeping as close to a normal routine as possible. Of course, there were still the physical training and sparring sessions that used to go on until someone ended up with too many broken bones to stand, but it was still pretty close to normal.

Nile realized that each member of his new family played an important role in keeping everyone together.

Nick was the wittiest, always having a funny story or witty joke to make the group laugh.

Joe, in turn, was the one who brought the most empathy and sensitivity to everyone, always being available to be a shoulder to lean on when needed without asking questions or judging.

Nile took on what she believed to be the role of Brooker, obtaining digital information and obtaining false documents. But soon she realized that her importance went beyond that, she was the one who reminded everyone that even the little things were worthy of attention. Small discoveries, gestures, she helped everyone understand that what they did was really worth it.

And Andy in turn was the force that kept everyone standing, no matter how bad things got, no one would dare doubt that it would work if their leader was at the front, paving the way for everyone to continue.

The latter managed to establish herself in a large part of Nile's heart, even though she tried to deny it at first, as time went by and as she lived with her leader, it became increasingly clear that this woman was much more than a lethal warrior. She was a kind, caring woman who, despite carrying enormous emotional baggage, went to great lengths to make them feel loved and protected.

At first Andy seemed convinced of turning Nile into his apprentice, teaching her much of what she knew about weapons and combat, saying that she would need to be prepared in case things got ugly. She never dared to say more than that, but Nile could understand what was behind this urgency to make her fit to fight: Her time was now numbered and when she was no longer here, it would be her apprentice's job to continue maintaining all united and safe. Thinking about this brought sadness to Nile's heart, thinking that at some point she might no longer be with them, the simple idea of losing her in the middle of one of her missions made his stomach tighten. That's why she dove head first into training, trying harder and harder to get better, she wanted to do everything she could to make sure Andy wouldn't fall during the fight, make sure she could shadow her and keep her safe.

It didn't take long for everyone to realize this when the following missions appeared and Nile continued to constantly hover around the warrior Scythian, even in situations where her leader's experience was more than enough to resolve the situation.

Joe and Nick knew it wouldn't take long for Andy to get impatient and confront Nile about all this overprotection. And they were right, after an interception mission in Serbia, when everyone finally reached the safe haven, the Boss then snapped.

-Before anyone leaves for the rooms, we need to talk. We can't continue working with you treating me like a piece of glass that could break at any moment. I said it before and I repeat it, the fact that I'm no longer immortal doesn't change anything, I'm still the boss and I'm still giving the orders. -Andy barks throwing her equipment bag across the room as she heads to the bar next door to get a bottle of gin. Everyone else stops standing around the room in amazement.

-We're not questioning your authority Andy, but it doesn't make sense to put you in the direct line of fire if all 3 of us can do it without major damage. - Nile rationalizes trying to get closer to her.

-To me this seems to go over my authority, I'm the leader here and I've experienced a lot more than you three together. I know what I'm doing, I appreciate your concern, but I was in wars before I was immortal, fighting for my people and my family, and I will continue to do so until my last day. You have no right to try to intervene in this. - Andy plops down on the couch, taking a generous sip of his drink while the rest of the team stares at him in amazement. In a matter of seconds, Nile's expression goes from shock to anger and hurt, making any fear he had about facing the woman in front of him disappear.

-A shit we don't have, we are your family and we care about you. Say what you want but you can't make me watch you kill yourself while I stand by and do nothing. We love you Andy and we're not going to accept this stupid suicidal game you're playing, at least I'm not going to.

This is the boys' cue to lock themselves in their room, they know that dealing with their boss's mortality has not been easy, especially for Nile who seems to have become increasingly close to her. They understand both points of view and know that it is an issue that both women need to resolve between themselves, there is no reason to intervene.

Meanwhile in the room, Andy is surprised by the attitude of the younger woman in front of her, who is now staring at her with eyes blazing with anger and her jaw clenched, demonstrating the strength of her discontent.

-You're just a child Nile, you haven't seen almost anything in life, that's why you keep insisting on that. It's no use, I'm not going to change my position in relation to how we carry out operations and I'm also not going to allow you to continue taking focus away from the mission to ensure my safety. - Andy finally gets up, coming face to face with Nile, who is now breathing heavily.

-You know what, fuck you, I'm not going to change my mind either so if you think you can't handle this, just leave me out. I'd rather be left alone than have to watch you kill yourself. - Nile shouts in front of her before turning around and leaving, slamming the front door with enough force to shake the walls next to it.

Andy throws herself onto the sofa again with a huff while taking another long drink of Gin, she didn't want to be harsh with Nile, but she couldn't bear to see the girl throwing herself in front of all the danger ahead, just to protect her. And if one day, because of one of these distractions, the boys or Nile herself were captured, she would not be able to deal with this guilt anymore, after Quynh she would not be able to lose anyone else, if someone needed to fall, then let it be her.

Yet her heart sank as she remembered the broken expression Nile wore as he left the shelter. It was painful to see the girl like this, even more so because of her, she got used to having the youngest always around, smiling and excited about every little thing, this woke up a side that had been dormant for a long time and it still kept her up constantly at night. Initially she just wanted to be his mentor, teach everything she could in the time she still had and make sure Nile could feel welcome with them.

But somewhere along the way things changed, without realizing it she became closer and the relationship that was supposed to be mentor and mentee became stronger than that. She could remember more than one occasion when she woke up with Nile curled up with her on the couch after a movie or after an intense mission that kept them both up late into the night. It became natural to look for each other to try to calm down and end up sleeping tangled up in some corner of the shelter they were in. The following morning, both separated without further comment on what happened during the night.

She insisted on ignoring this because she knew it wasn't fair to Nile, the young woman still had a lot of time and didn't deserve to have to carry the weight of having already lost someone close to her in such a short period of time. Still, she knew she had been too harsh and shouldn't leave the younger woman tormenting herself with her own thoughts. From what she knew of that girl, she would be imagining at this point that the problem was the fact that Andy thought she was too young to be trusted. Taking the last sip from the bottle she finally stood up and followed her apprentice out the door.

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Nile managed to hold back her tears long enough until she reached the front door, but she collapsed as soon as she crossed the threshold and slammed the door behind her. She couldn't believe how the woman she so admired and cared about could go from being the kindest person she'd ever met to the dumbest person on Earth. Nile imagined the size of the nightmares that accompanied Andy for so many years of wandering around, but still, she refused to accept the indifferent way she treated her own life. Sometimes it seemed like she really wanted to die, thrown into danger without any real need, and how

if the love that others had for her were worthless.

Yes, love, it took Nile a long time to assimilate and accept this new feeling she had for her mentor. But with the growing fear of losing her during a mission, it became clear that there was no reason to continue lying to himself. She remembers clearly when it finally dawned on her that the worry was much more than that.

She always had music as a sunny refuge, a place where she could go and forget about all her problems and sadness. The first time she discovered how comforting this shelter was was when a soldier showed up at her house to deliver the news of her father's death. She cried for hours and every time she tried to sleep, she would start sobbing again. Then she remembered the mp3 that her father had given her as a gift and connected the headphones, from then on, whenever things got difficult, it was in music that she sought solace.

She looked for music when she had to endure being humiliated when joining the navy, she looked for music when she died for the first time and had to see the looks of her fellow soldiers judging her as if she were a freak. She turned to music as she processed the idea that she would truly never see her family again and that the person who would understand her most was in exile for the next 100 years.

Music was always there as a consolation, until Andy came along and changed everything. His refugee became the older woman, even though through conversation or being silent in each other's company, it brought Nile the peace and comfort that music used to provide.

That's when she knew for sure that the group's elder wasn't just someone she wanted to learn to fight with, she was someone she wanted to fight for, to be close to and be able to enjoy every little moment by her side. That's when she realized this was love.

But unfortunately, just as much as Andy managed to calm her down, she also managed to be the one who took him off track. For months, the older woman started to be more careless with herself during missions and adamant about taking extra care like vests and things like that. This was driving the youngest girl crazy, because every day the fear of not being able to be enough to protect her became greater along with the frustration of not being able to change her mind.

Today she simply exploded and I couldn't control my anger when I saw Andy talking like that, it seemed like all the closeness they had had over the last few months didn't exist and the oldest still saw her as just an inexperienced child.

This hurt her more than she would like to admit, so she was tough enough to claim that she would rather not be part of the group than take orders from her and watch her die. In a way she doesn't regret it, but her heart still hurts, imagining what she would do if she really had to move away from the group and especially from her.

Then again she found herself with the clean cell phone that Copley gave her, headphones and her comfort playlist. She was sitting in front of the lake to the east of the house that served as her shelter, watching the movement of the trees and the water while trying to control her own crying, she didn't want to think anymore about all the mess she had gotten herself into. What she wanted most now was to sit there and be able to forget about her own mess for a few hours until she worked up enough courage to return home.

And she let herself be so deeply carried away by the sound that floated through her headphones with her eyes closed, that she didn't notice Andy approaching or sitting next to her, until the heat of her body alerted her to her presence. She opened her eyes quickly in fright until she realized who was next to her and then replaced her expression from astonishment to sadness.

-Hey? -Andy said, sitting next to her, looking at her face, probably swollen from crying a few minutes ago, with a weak smile.

-If you just came to tell me that you'd prefer me not to be on the team, you don't need to try to be nice. Just tell me your decision and I'll follow through with it. -Nile responds defensively, imagining that the woman in front of her just came to tell her that she doesn't trust her enough to continue with the work they do. She turns so she can face Andy fully and see her expression when she finally says what she decided.

-Nile, I don't want to fight anymore and much less do I want you to leave far away. Now you are my family too and I care too much to leave you behind, and I care even more about seeing you taking so much effort to protect me and neglecting your own safety.- At that moment Andy also turns around so he can get a better look at the younger woman, sad to meet his desolate gaze.

-My safety? it is serious? I'm immortal Andy, for God's sake, if there's anyone who can and should put themselves in the line of fire, it's me and the boys. This concern is meaningless, the problem is that I'm the newbie, right? Has all the effort I've been making to prove some value been in vain?

It becomes too much for Andy to continue watching Nile fall deeper and deeper into this pit of guilt and demands. She then holds the youngest by the chin so she can look directly into her eyes and understand what she is talking about.

-You are immortal but you are not immune to being captured, tortured and many other things. It pains me to say this out loud Nile, but I am no longer unbeatable and if that happens, I cannot guarantee that you will be rescued. Remember what happened last time? If it weren't for you, the rest of the team would still be there because I'm not strong enough to save everyone, and after Quynh I can't lose anyone else, and I don't want to lose you. I'd rather my death ensure everyone's safety than put you at risk.- Andy says each word without looking away from Nile, trying to convey all her vulnerability and fear, trying to make her understand.

-Not so strong? Andy, you are the most badass woman to have walked this Earth, immortal or not. Your strength is beyond physics, it comes from within, it is what keeps us firm and hopeful for better days, you are the pillar of who we are and we won't make it without you, not if you decide to give up. I can't do this without you and I don't want to, all I ask is that you be more careful, whether it's wearing a vest, or letting us help, we're a team and there's no reason to do everything alone.

These words seem to disarm Andy, who reduces the rest of the distance between their faces and captures Nile's lips with hers in a chaotic and intense kiss. She pours all her feelings into this and Nile realizes how difficult it had been for the older woman to deal with all of this, her appreciation for her was obvious and having to deal with this just when her mortality appears, doesn't seem easy at all.

She is taken out of her reverie when Andy's tongue asks for passage, which she willingly gives in to, the kiss becomes increasingly involved and needy and without realizing it, she is grabbing her waist wanting to bring her closer. She always imagined that Andy would be a good kisser, but between imagining and being able to experience it, there was a scary difference, even more so when her hands start to roam the younger girl's body, squeezing and trying to pull her towards her.

They continue like this for what seems like hours until air is needed and Nile moves away, their foreheads continue to touch but it's enough for both of them to catch their breath as they look at each other. Andy looks at her affectionately while stroking the side of her face tenderly, even with the feeling that the best thing would be to spare Nile from all the pain that may come along with this new feeling, she is convinced that she doesn't need to be so rational and that the woman in front of her, despite her young age, is intelligent enough to decide for herself.

-I still think this could hurt you girl, but I don't have the right to decide that for you, but still, I need to remind you, I will die, it may not be today or tomorrow, but it will happen. And I need you to make sure you can follow through with this?

-I know that, but you're worth the risk. - Nile replied with a smile - All I want is to enjoy this time we still have, be it ten years or half a century. I also need your guarantee that you will take more care, for me… can you promise me that?

-Half a century? I think we're being optimistic here, I'm sure when I start to get all wrinkled you'll change your mind - Andy responds making them both laugh - But ok, I promise to try, for us.

Then Nile kisses her again, this time trying to convey all the feeling present at that moment, a mix of joy and love, which she never dreamed that one day she would finally be able to experience. They spend the rest of the afternoon like this, cuddling and kissing, sitting together by the lake as they watch the sun set and the night come to life, revealing a sky full of stars.

Hours later they finally return to the house, it is quiet and dark, the boys are probably in the bedroom sleeping, and they decide to do the same. Finally, the tiredness of the mission and all that discussion reached them, and they threw themselves onto the sofa and let sleep take them to a peaceful night's sleep, like so many others who shared in the same way. This time when they wake up, there will be no need to pretend to forget what they shared that afternoon, this time they have the hope and power to write their story together.

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#the old guard #andy & nile #Andy #andromache of scythia #nile freeman #safica #found family #andy x nile #imortal #the old guard 2 #the old guard fanfiction #the old guard fic