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everybodyshusband · 5 months

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@moony-ghoul’s post got me thinking about a farm au where the ghouls live in a big farmhouse in the countryside :3

they grow crops in the fields and have a herd of cows, a herd of sheep up in the nearby hill, horses in the stables and a big ol’ chicken coop. they make their living by selling their milk/butter/eggs to the nearby town and every day dew is up before the sunrise to milk the cows. he and mountain pass each other and share a quiet, sleepy conversation and a kiss when they pass each other on their way to their respective tasks (dew to the barn for the cows, and mountain to the stables to ready the horse and cart for his daily milk run)

aeon has a soft spot for the chickens so rain and cirrus are teaching him how to take proper care of them. he was entirely horrified when he first learnt that he needs to feed the chickens their own eggshells along with their regular pellets and kitchen scraps

aurora has a soft spot for the sheep. she’d stand up on the hill and watch them for hours if she could. she trained the sheep dog herself and everyone calls her “little bo peep” whenever they see her coming back down to the house. sunshine bought her a shepard’s staff as a joke but aurora LOVES it and refuses to visit her sheep without it

since aeon’s taken over the chickens, rain decided the farm needed bees and now he’s got a few hives going. they sit just outside the kitchen windows so whoever’s working in their can open the window and hear the gentle hum of the bees while they cook. cirrus helps rain harvest the honey when it needs it and they both take great pride in the labels they designed. they’re working hard to convince mountain to take some of their jars on his milk cart rounds to see if he can sell some in town

aether’s a horse girlie <3 he grooms them well and makes sure their coats are shiny and pretty and that they’re all healthy enough to be pulling the farm machinery in the fields

sunshine’s self-imposed daily talk is going around the farm making sure everything has water. that includes the animal’s water bowels/troughs and that the collection of houseplants, the vege garden and the fruit orchid. she has a collection of watering cans but her green one with flowers painted on it in her favourite

swiss works the dairy room. he takes the milk from dew in the mornings and keeps some as milk (making sure he’s run it through a milk separator before he bottles it), some he churns for butter and some he sets aside to turn into cream

cumulus loooooves the wheat field <3 if no one knows where she is, the first place they look is there. she finds it calming to stand in between the furrows and watch everything sway in the wind. she’s the one who drives the battered old truck down to the flour mill a few hours away and brings back bags filled with soft flour (she sells most of it, but keeps a few bags for the farm so they can use their own flour in their baking)

speaking of baking and cooking, they all share the responsibilities of the kitchen depending on who’s done what that day but they all have things that they’re the go-to to make it. cumulus and her breads are renowned throughout the land (no seriously, she’s had people come to the farm asking to buy her bread) and she gets so much joy from carving little designs into her sourdough loaves and seeing how they turn out once they’re baked. cirrus is the BEST at making omelettes and she has a special knack for knowing which eggs will have double yolks in them. rain is surprisingly good at barbecuing/grilling and cooks roasts fantastically well with the perfect seasoning and melt-in-the-mouth deliciousness. aether the king of baking will bake so many sweet treats and they’re all soooo tasty and addictive. he’s mastered almost everything but they got a new stand mixer for their kitchen and he has No Idea how to work it so he mixes everything by hand. luckily, aurora knows exactly how it works so sometimes she and aeth will tag-team in the kitchen to make things faster. they also love decorating things together and aurora is fantastic at plating their dinners up so elegantly. aeon can cook curries and rice and that’s IT but no one else can get the rice cooked quite as well as they can, so no one’s really complaining. dew and mountain are the best at cooking warm comfort meals and soups in the winter so if neither of them are busy and someone is in need of a little extra cheering up, they’ll make the person’s favourite comfort meal to keep their spirits up and remind them of how much they’re loved. swiss and pizzas OH MAN. he can do all the fancy spinning tricks with the pizza dough and they always come out of the pizza oven (he and aurora only finished building it a few weeks ago) perfectly cooked through. he loves preparing pizza nights for everyone where he’ll prepare the dough and toppings on the massive kitchen table and let everyone roll their own dough and choose their own toppings before he puts them all in the oven and calls everyone to their meal when it’s ready. sunshine is the queen of soups and salads. she can whip together a soup or a salad out of practically thin air and they’re always so tasty and pair perfectly with whatever else is being made for dinner that night

they all help out with everything (both in the kitchen and with tasks around the farm) especially when it’s time to harvest the fields and it’s all hands on deck to get everything done, but in my mind these are their main tasks/favourite things to do around their little country farm <3

#can you tell i grew up reading enid blyton’s children of cherry tree farm series KSHDHDJDJ #my uncle and aunt also had a farm we’d visit every couple weeks and i miss it :( but they’ve got a new farm and it’s GREAT #we’ve got a sheep called hickey :)#ANYWAY #i have so many thoughts about this so if anyone wants to enable any further ramblings PLEASE PLEASE DO #husband headcanons #the band ghost #all the impera ghouls are here #nameless ghouls #farm ghouls au

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fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat · 2 years

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Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?)

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Description: Eddie Munson is secretly dating the black sheep of one of Hawkins’ most powerful families.

Warnings: implied smut (nothing explicitly stated, though), drug and cigarette use, alcohol mentions, cursing.

Word Count: 1383

Notes: If I ever see the Duffer brothers in the wild that shit is ON SIGHT.

In the quiet of this empty parking lot, Eddie’s van was your safe haven.

You hated all of this sneaking around, truly you did, but to you, Eddie was like a bad drug habit you just couldn’t quit. You’d tried before, both of you had. It had been a depressing and quite frankly boring month apart after the two of you tried to call it quits, but the moment your eyes met again you’d been sucked right back into him.

The moon was hanging high in the inky night as the pair of you lounged in the back of the van, sharing a cigarette. Tonight’s location, the lot of a long since abandoned Ford automobile factory, was a new one for the two of you. You had been frequenting the parking lot of the old supermarket, but after your third time getting caught and having to make a quick getaway, a change of scenery was necessary. It was a bit of a long drive to get this far out of town, but the two of you didn’t mind. It was private, and quiet, and you didn’t need to worry about gossipy old women or nosey townsfolk knocking on the windows anymore.

The cassette in the stereo ended, prompting Eddie to get up from his spot next to you to pop in something different. You picked up Eddie’s watch from where it had been tossed into the cupholder and looked at the time, your eyes bleary.

“Shit,” you muttered as Eddie resumed his spot next to you and stubbed out what was left of the cigarette. You shot straight up, gathering your things from the dingy rug that lined the floor of the van.

“What?” Eddie questioned. He had just pulled a joint out of his pocket and was about to light it when you so rudely interrupted him.

“Eddie, it’s almost nine,” you shot him a glance as you pulled your top back over your head (most of your clothes had been abandoned long ago) and leaned down to reach for your jeans.

“Come on, we’ve got plenty of time,” Eddie said. He reached his arms out to snake around your waist and pull you back down onto the seat next to him, the joint tucked precariously between his lips.

“I have a paper to write, and you know how my dad gets,” you stated as you laced up your Doc Martens. Well, fake Doc Martens; you’d bought a pair of knockoffs and painted the stitching yellow.

Unlike Eddie, you’d been able to graduate on time. You hadn’t gotten into any of the big fancy schools (you only really applied to placate your father, anyway), so you’d been attending classes at the local community college part time, spending the rest of your time at your job at the record store downtown. Eventually, you were going to transfer to Indiana University and move away.

Eventually.

Eddie groaned in protest as you swung open the back door of the van and let the cold night air in. He shivered and reached for his t-shirt as you sat down in the passenger seat up front.

“Hurry up, or I’m driving!” you called back to him as he scrambled to get dressed.

“Give me a second, will you?” Eddie questioned as he slipped on his leather jacket and searched for his vest on the cluttered floor.

“I wouldn’t have to if you just kept the van clean,” you replied. You’d pulled the sun visor down to try and fix your smudged makeup in the tiny mirror when you noticed the hickeys Eddie had left along your neck. “Jesus, Eddie, how am I supposed to hide all this?”

“It’s not like you haven’t had to before,” Eddie quipped back, shooting a sarcastic glance your way.

“Very funny.” You adjusted your collar to try and hide the marks, but to no avail. You sighed as you dug through your makeup bag to see if you had anything you could cover it with. “My parent’s will kill me if they see these.”

Your father owned one of the most successful construction companies in Roane county, and sat on the city council. He had a lot of sway in this town, and people knew it. Your mother was regarded as the best housewife in Hawkins. She’d throw fancy, expensive dinner parties that you were no longer allowed to attend; she said if you weren’t going to act like an adult, then you don’t get to attend adult events. Honestly, you didn’t really mind. These parties really only consisted of you being forced to wear overly tight, frilly clothing and watching your mom drink too much overpriced wine. The food was good, but you could usually just sneak down the back staircase after everyone had either gone home or gotten too drunk to notice you sneaking a plate into your room.

They were well known and well respected, and your father would do anything in his power to keep it that way. You failing to be accepted into his alma mater was fuel enough for the rumor mill as it was, and though he’d been strict with you your whole life, it seemed as though the rope was only tightening. He didn’t like your dark makeup, he didn’t like your ripped up clothes or silver chains, and he definitely didn’t like you being around Eddie. ‘That damn Munson kid’ he would call him, usually before making some snide remark about his long hair or the time a few years back when he’d caught him and his friends spray painting a few skulls onto the side of one of his new constructions. Though you’d been good enough at keeping the two of them as far away from each other as you could, a slip up last Halloween had been the nail in the coffin of your relationship. After a very stern talking to and the confiscation of your beloved Walkman along with your car keys, the two of you were promptly split up, never to see each other again.

That’s what your dad thought, at least.

In reality, you’d been sneaking around with one another for months, finding whatever moments you could behind the record store on your break or after classes when your father thought you were studying at the library. Your friends were in on it too, and helped you come up with cover stories by pretending to host a book club or letting you park your car in their driveway while you and Eddie went off on one of your many dalliances into the quiet of the woods.

The drive back was bumpy, with Eddie having to take the tucked away backroads that led to the old factory. His ring-clad hands drummed on his steering wheel along to the music that was blaring from the speakers as he turned onto the main road to head back into town. He sang along, purposely going wildly off key just to make you laugh, as he pulled into your friend's driveway.

Eddie turned off his van and let out a sigh, turning to you.

“You could always call him,” he said, eyes pointing down. “Tell him you’re staying over at Brenda’s. Cramming for a test, or something.”

“Eddie. . .”

“I mean, you’re an adult. He doesn’t get a say on what you do anymore, and besides,” Eddie locked his gaze back on you. “I miss you.”

You pondered for a moment. You did have homework, that was true, but Eddie was right. You were an adult. You could make your own choices, even if you did have to lie about it every once in a while.

Eddie’s puppy-dog eyes were trained on you. He could see that your thoughts were running a mile a minute as you weighed your options. You turned your head back to him, sighing in defeat.

“Let me go use Brenda’s phone, I’ll be quick.” You opened the door and strode up the driveway. Behind you, you could hear a soft ‘Yes!’ come from inside the old van.

So maybe he was a bad influence on you. Maybe he played his music a little too loud, and maybe he smoked a little too much. None of that mattered, though, because you were head over heels for Eddie Munson.

Parents be damned.

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ascottywrites · 5 years

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The Sterek List --Heads

I have a guilty pleasure in enjoying Sterek (Heads) and Steter (Tails) fanfiction, if you could not tell by the last post, it's crazy outta control like woah. I hope you enjoy this list of fics that make my day while keeping me up during all hours of the night and tossing my free daylight moments down a swirling time vortex.

...don't be like me. It's probably for the best.

--Sterek a.k.a Stiles Stilinski/ Derek Hale--

*a.k.a the inappropriate light of my life

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Complete: 9/9| 69,008) --Sterek/ --Biker!Derek

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Racing With The Wind by lowlifetheory (Complete: 3/3| 26,478) --Sterek/ --Biker!Derek

'Sure thing Scott, I'll give him a ride,' Derek practically leered. Stiles faltered, the sudden image of Derek pinning him down, his muscular torso rippling with movement. Derek's smile spread into a smirk as Stiles got closer.

'I'm not really comfortable with this particular mode of transport.' Stiles said clutching the helmet. He wondered what it was made of, how secure it was, would it save his life if he fell off?

'Don’t worry, I know how to handle her,' Derek said resting a warm palm on Stiles's shoulder, fingers squeezing slightly as he guided Stiles closer to the massive hulking black bike.

'I should hope so,' Stiles muttered glaring at the motorbike.

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing (Complete: 20/20| 289,584) -- Sterek/ --Biker!Derek Bunnysuit/Paramedic!Stiles

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident. It’s kind of love at first sight.

Part of the Pack by JusteAmusant (Complete: 7/7| 13,035) --Sterek

Season one of Teen Wolf, seen through Sterek-colored glasses. Canon Divergence after season 1 idk there's slow burn Sterek and a puppy, and way more Derek sneaking in through Stiles' window

“He could have shifted in front of them,” Derek hisses. “That means they find out about him, and in turn find out about me.” He pauses. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a washing machine, what the hell does it look like? It’s a puppy.”

In which Derek is a struggling Alpha, but still the Pack Dad, and oh god, does that mean Stiles is the pack mom?

(There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf (wip: 18/20| 178,650) --Sterek

"Harris put you on a recon mission with Derek. You. Alone with Derek. On a mission. Together,” Scott says, slowly. “Does Harris want you dead?”

“I believe so," Stiles says gravely.

(Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns. Oh, and there’s a mole in the agency, so there’s that too).

Prince Among Wolves by Rawren (Deshonanana) (Complete: 20/20| 101,000) --Sterek

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal (Complete: 8/8| 49,771) --Sterek/ --Dark!Derek

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they're safe now.

What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek's whims. Stiles isn't sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn't want to find out.

*This had me like Holy Crap

It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (Complete: 2/2| 80,119) --Sterek

What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?” Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping. Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death. “Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least. “Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?” “Yes.” “Why?” “How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

*Looking for that Stiles whump?

I'll Be With You Through The Dark by the_misfortune_teller (Complete: 61/61| 138,101) --Sterek

"Me and Scott talk about everything, about all my poor decisions.” “So I’m a poor decision?” “Probably, yes. Considering how you rudely threw me out of your apartment the other day after convincing me to kiss you and admit that I like you." ~ Set post Season 2 finale. Stiles is having a rough time at home and finds himself going to Derek for help in Scott's absence. He doesn't expect for Derek to end up turning to him for support, leading to something more than just friendship between them. Slow, slow, fluffy slow build!

*Based on the spoilers that just keep on coming, this is very likely to be canon divergent for s3!*

I Think the Problem Here is There's Nothing Wrong by wait_for_it (Complete: 1/1| 5,156) --Sterek

"Stiles wasn’t really sure what was going on, but if he had to guess, he’d say Derek Hale was losing his touch. The amount of times he’d been called out with the guy, presumably to stake out some new supernatural baddie only to have it be a false alarm, was starting to inch into the double digits."

In which Stiles and Derek are dating and everyone knows it. Except Stiles.

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions (Complete: 7/7| 13,440) --Sterek

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss (Complete: 1/1| 6,017) --Sterek

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won't fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words 'Derek blew me off for Isaac' over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker (Complete: 1/1| 30,314) --Sterek

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Can't Take the Heat? by Ilovesocks_24 (Complete: 15/15| 55,425) --Sterek/ --Chef!Stiles Chef!Derek

Hi, I’m Stiles, and what I have for you today is…”

“Stop, just stop.” Grumpy Eyebrows interrupted. “That is honestly the worst looking Pasta Primavera I have ever seen. I don’t even want to eat it, it looks so bad.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. No one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara without even trying it. And no one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara after they tried it either. “It’s actually a Creamy Bacon Carbonara, asshole,” Stiles snapped. “And for the record, it’s supposed to look like that.”

Or the one where Stiles is a new sous chef at Full Moon Steakhouse and Derek is the Gordon Ramsay of all head chefs. So of course they fall in love.

*This is one of my favorites

Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll for neptunepirate (Complete: 1/1| 9,494) --Sterek/ Neckz 'n' Throats

"You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.

If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by alisaj (Complete: 1/1| 33,383) --Sterek

"Thing is, Stiles," Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. "I didn't sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here."

That stings. He hadn't realised how Derek feels about him. They've been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

"Well now we can get used to you not being here. You're a liability, Stilinski. You can't protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we've got more important things to do. You're out of the pack."

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

Teach Me How Love Goes by RoseByAnyOtherName17 (Complete: 1/1| 9,482) --Sterek

Derek asks Stiles to have sex with him. Stiles says no, because he doesn't want to get his heart broken again. Somehow it happens anyways, but really, it's his own fault. He's the one who fell in love with Derek against despite knowing how bad an idea it was.

a taste for the forbidden by demonicweirdo (Complete: 1/1| 5,982) --Sterek

Stiles narrows his eyes. “I haven’t been doing anything to you.”

“Bullshit,” Derek snaps.

The air in the room grows colder. “I swear it. The only magic I’ve used around you is to make your crops grow!” Stiles takes a step away. “How could you think that I would… You know what? Screw you, buddy. I’m sick of walking in circles around you.” His words are sharp and annoyed, and his shoulders are tense, as though he’s preparing for a fight. “You feel something for me? Wow, it must be sorcery! Because - what? I’m not good enough for your feelings, Derek?” he snarls.

Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar (Complete: 1/1| 18,472) --Sterek

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account (Complete: 27/27| 121,566) --Sterek

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years. *Now includes an extended chapter featuring Nate/Jupiter*

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22 (Complete: 13/13| 135,577) --Sterek

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible. Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate

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thesassmisstress · 4 years

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The Lone Wolf - Part 1

Hello, everyone!

Here’s the first part of The Lone Wolf. I hope this is clearing up some unanswered questions, in the next few will be more flashbacks, which will explain everything.

I hope you enjoyed reading it.

This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nice for him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.

I hope you’ll like it!!

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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the world for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.

Warnings for this part: Implied sex, edging, a bit of SMUT (fingering), lying, mentions of dominant!Bucky, some Language

Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I looked back at the building of the company, before continuing my walk toward the café I often frequented, Coffee Bean. Sitting down, I gave them the order, which had put me into that situation with him in the first place - Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows, chocolate crumbs and coconut, the drink I haven't had in five years, not since May 2020.

That might not have been the warmest month I had encountered in my years, but it came with a lot of memories. Pleasant and unpleasant ones, but they are still some of the most memorable moments of my life.

Rough hands gripping me tightly by the waist from behind, pulling me close enough so that I can feel a hard, throbbing length against my ass.

Lips attacking my neck and leaving trails of hickeys. I couldn't tell whether they were made out of possessive jealousy, or as a way to show me he actually cared about me, but they were there, dozens of hickeys all over my body…

His hand grabbing me by the throat, before pulling me in for a rough kiss, which left me breathless and weak in the knees…

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Huh?" I looked away from the window, as I was pulled out of my thoughts. The bright, blue, eyes of my 'fiancé' were in front of me. Steve and I have only been 'engaged* for two weeks, due to him needing a fake fiancé, because he didn't have enough courage to tell his parents he's actually gay. He was gorgeous, blonde, blue eyed, well-built and over six feet tall. Every girl’s wet dream, but not mine. "Oh, hey, love! I'm sorry I was thinking."

"I could see that, honey." He sipped on his coffee. How long had he been here? "I've been trying to grab your attention for the past 10 minutes." He grumbled out, answering the question I didn’t even ask, while grinding his teeth. "A penny for your thoughts, darling?"

"It's nothing, really. I was only remembering some things from my past."

"Good or bad?"

"Both." I said with finality in my voice, making it known that I don't want to talk about that subject anymore.

"So it is true."

"What are you talking about?"

"There was something between you and the lone wolf." His voice was filled with some sort of venom, but it was, weirdly enough, calm, although, if you payed enough attention, you could notice that the anger was radiating off him in waves, his eyebrows were furrowed, and fists clenched idly at his side. I didn't even know he knew of him. Most of the wolrd didn't really care much about the people from Balkans, although, him being a famous, mysterious war criminal might have had something to do with it…

"I was someone he kidnapped once."

"Is that all?"

"He also tortured me." I told him the official story. No need to tell him the truth about the aforementioned torture, but his heated gaze didn't falter.

Why does it seem like he knows something? He can't know. No one can. It was all between me and him, and he disappeared off the face of the Earth five years ago.

He kept the staring game for a few moments, before his stare softened. "If you say so."

"I do." I took another sip of my Hot Chocolate, before I let out a sorrowful laugh. "I had this same drink a few hours before he took me five years ago, you know? I was afraid to drink it again. I thought it was some sort of a bad thing, but I got over it." I always had this same drink, when I was talking to him, whether it was over the phone, or over a video-call, in person... He knew me like an open book. Since he hasn’t been around in five years, If he were alive, he would have contacted me by now. So I thought it was the time to move on and have it again. It hadn’t disappointed. “Damn, it tastes better than I remember.”

He hm-ed, before nodding for me to continue. His eyes were, somehow haunted. Which made me think something was extremely wrong, but this was Steve. Friendly-neighbourhood gay-man who didn't want his parents to know he was gay, so he faked his engagement to me after two months of being my friendly gay best neighbour, and five years of being my (only) gay-best friend ….

"I had this one friend, Bucky. We had been friends, since my third/fourth year of high school, and I had been in love with him ever since I had seen. My friend needed my help. Apparently, he had been in trouble at the time."

"What did he do?" He asked, deep in thought.His blue eyes deep in thought.

"I don't know. I was talking to him on the phone, and then, someone had grabbed me, there was a cloth in my face. I had breathed in and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in my Grandfather’s abandoned house in our old village. Most of the old people have been sent to homes, and nobody lives there. My plan was to stay there for two weeks, alone, surrounded by acres of woods. The only person, other than my family, who knew where it was, was my best friend, Bucky. So, I assumed he allowed someone to kidnap me and have their way with me. I never saw a face, and never heard their voice, but I've heard the groans they made while they violated my body." Lie, lie, lie and lie. He would never put me in any type of danger like that. Sure, he had, indeed kidnapped me, but he knew I had one of those fantasies when I was younger.

"Why are you saying they?"

"Because I'm uncertain whether it was a man or a woman. Yes, Steve, there is a possibility that The Lone Wolf is a woman, as well." No there isn't, but there's no need for him to know that.

"I never even thought of that possibility…" He mumbled, seemingly mind blown, but I could tell he didn't believe me. "So, that friend of yours…"

"I don't like your tone. He was only my friend then, we hooked up a few times before that, though, three years after we’ve met."

"So, your then-friend, betrayed you."

"Yes. He left me with an animalistic person whose only purpose in life was to hide, and torture me."

"How exactly did he torture you?"

"Any way you could possibly imagine, only twenty times worse…" That was true. He tortured me in any sexual way he could. From spanking, to bondage, through whipping and leaving hickeys all the way to edging me ten times before finally letting me cum, screaming for him in places where only animals could hear me, biting…If I mentioned any other man, I would get punished.

"How do you feel about The Lone Wolf?"

"I hate him so much." For leaving me a hot mess, and after two wonderfully-spent weeks, disappearing into thin air. He only wanted to use me for sex just like all those times before…I loved him, through everything, but he never cared. He never loved me and now, five years later, I finally understood that.

"You really hate him so much?" His gaze was so intense, it made me remember a moment with Bucky.

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"I hate you, Sarge." I cried, which was understandable since it was the sixth time he edged me so far. And I wanted to cum so badly. "Please, please, please, allow me to cum."

"You hate me?" He asked, before pushing his finger into my slit once again and picking up the pace. Every word he said was slowly rolling off his tongue, his blue eyes were dark with lust, and there was a mischievous glint in them. "Why are you so wet, then, doll?"

"Please, please, please, make me cum"

"I asked you two questions, doll. If you answer them, I'll think about it."

"Fine, Sarge, I don't hate you. I don't think I could ever hate you and I'm wet because you make me feel things I shouldn't be feeling for anyone."

"And what are those things?" He asked, before licking my breast and putting another finger in, while his other hand played with my clit.

"I…" I was about to answer before the sensation I felt stopped me. "Please, Sarge…"

"You're about to cum already?" He asked.

"N…"

"Don't lie to me."

"Yes, Sarge. Now please…" I whined, he was picking up the pace, and I was surprised he had actually listened to me. I was right there. Only one push and I'd be getting the sensation I wanted to feel since he had started this…

"No…" I whined, as I felt him pull his finger out.

"Yes." He said, kissing me roughly, before pulling me onto my wobbly feet. I couldn't stand properly due to our…activities. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, before throwing me over his shoulder. "I'm going to help you take a shower."

"I hate you…"

"I thought you could never hate me, doll." I slapped him across his very lovely ass. He let out another, hearty laugh, before I felt a sharp pinch on my ass.

"You bit me!" I mumbled

"If you mess with the wolf, you're bound to feel some consequences."

----

"I don't know if I hate him completely. If it weren't for him, I would have been dead, you know. He saved me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well…" Think, think, think… "That winter, the wolves were running about the forest. We didn't have any sheep, cows or pigs in any of the barns that year. Grandfather was in the home and Uncle couldn't retire until the next year. So me and him were, practically, the only ones in the area at the time. It was plenty useful to have a deadly soldier there, or I would have been ripped apart by the actual wolves." Again, a half-truth.

"So you don't hate him?" He asked again.

"He had saved my life. I don't think I could ever hate anyone, I think I only strongly dislike him."

"Good. I'm so sorry about this, Y/N." He said, his blue eyes filled with regret.

“What are you talking about, Steve?” I asked him, but his phone rang.

“Yes, buddy, you were right. She’s all yours now.“ He said, before hanging up. He gave me one, pointed look, before gesturing something. I had no idea what it meant, but I didn’t need to think about it. There was something on my mouth and my world went black. Deja-vu much?

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Classic literature vine compilation - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 07

Hyde: Before I was moving, I was going to give each one you a gift, but I want you to have them anyway. *Hands out presents*

Utterson: Why, Hyde, how sweet!

Lanyon: Oh, boy, you shouldn't have! :D

Jekyll: *unpacks his present* Oh, Edward, this is so lovely and so familiar! *holds up a grey bowler* This is mine! I thought the hatter lost it!

Hyde: I told you he lost it! I took it, I needed something to go with my blue jacket!

Lanyon: *opens his own present* This is MY blue jacket!

Hyde: I know! It goes great with-

Utterson: *flatly* -My gold watch.

Hyde: Well, enjoy and be healthy! *runs off*

Lanyon: I wonder, if he's seen my cane with the ivory handle.

Utterson: You know, I haven't been able to find my silver locket.

Jekyll: *stands up* Come on, I think it's time to search his flat again.

---

Fruit Seller: You're crazy! This nectarine is beautiful, I never saw a more perfect piece of fruit!

Alma: No? Then try kissing my behind!

---

Jekyll: His love of life is so wonderful!

Hyde: No, it's not, you're just fucking suicidal.

---

Alma: What an ordeal this ride was, I can't imagine anything more terrifying!

Sameer: *holds a silver plate to her face* Booga, booga, booga. -_-

Alma: …

Lady Summers: *sighs*

---

Lanyon: I can't sleep and it can't be the coffee, because all I drink here is decaf! … Right?

Sameer: *innocently* Of course! Ü

Sameer: Why don't I bring a nice soda in to pick you up?

Lanyon: … *suspiciously* Alright, but make sure it's caffeine-free!

Sameer: Of course! Ü *takes out the normal Soda, as soon as Lanyon is gone*

---

Poole, to the ceiling: *exasperated* Oh God, is there a bigger buffoon in this world?!

Hyde: *Bursts in* I came here as fast as I could!

Poole: …

---

Young!Jekyll: So, tell me, Hastie: what did you do to kill the day, before I came along?

Young!Lanyon: Well, truth be told, my life was a little empty. *smirks* But now I have a hobby!

Jekyll: *stands up* I loathe you.

Lanyon: *stands up* I despise you.

Jekyll: Prude.

Lanyon: Philanderer.

Jekyll: Ginger.

Lanyon: Himbo.

Jekyll & Lanyon: *angry kissing*

---

Jekyll, to Utterson: You have the right to remain sexy!

Utterson: …

Jekyll: Anything you say can and WILL make me bust a nut!

Utterson: O.o

---

Hyde: Hey there, demons! It's me, ya boy!

---

Jekyll: Hey there, little guy, I'm your dad!

Hyde: I gotta be ugly. -_-

Jekyll: What?

Hyde: Bring me a mirror.

Jekyll: *points him to the one in the corner*

Hyde: Now take it away, goddamn. -_-

---

Lady Summers: Good morning, cruel world.

Jekyll: Don't you mean 'Goodbye'?

Lady Summers: No, I meant 'Good morning'. This world may be cruel, but I'm still kicking.

Jekyll: … Oh. *admiration intensifies*

---

Lady Summers: You get one on your knee from “tripping” and now this?!

Alma: Luise, for the last time, this is not a hickey! *points at her bruised elbow*

---

Hyde: *is fighting with some random guy*

Alma: *jumps to his aid* I’ve got this, bro!

Alma, to the guy: This is why your sister is gonna die of consumption! D:<

Guy: *starts to cry*

Hyde: O_O

---

Utterson: There is nothing that can make me really angry.

Someone: Your mother is a slut.

Utterson: *pulls out a gun* WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY????

---

Hyde: Owo, owo, owo, owo, owo-

Jekyll: *holds a gun to his head*

Hyde: What are you doing?!

Jekyll: I'm taking myself hostage. Now stop that or I'll shoot myself.

---

Some rando: *insults Lady Summers*

Lady Summers: *superior chill of superiority*

Rando: *insults her loved ones*

Lady Summers: Perish.

---

Hyde, in a blanket: I no longer wish to adult. From now on I shall remain a cozy burrito. If you need me, I will be in my fluff top here.

---

Utterson: *singing* Making my way back home, been a long day, time to see my-

Hyde: *comes running down the stairs*

Utterson: *singing* -fluffy dog, lalalala!

Hyde: *trips and rolls down the rest of the stairs*

---

Jekyll: For so many years, I thought that something was wrong with me, that I was the black sheep, and I needed to change my personality.

Jekyll: And after a long time of consideration, I realised, who I was.

Jekyll: I'm a piece of shit. Ü

---

Utterson, singing along to the radio: WHAT ABOUT US?

Jekyll: *bursts in to sing along*

Both: *singing* WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?

Utterson: *singing* WHAT ABOUT TRUST?

Jekyll: *singing* YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUU!

Utterson: *singing* AND WHAT ABOUT MEEEE?

Lanyon: *snickering and filming in the background

---

Hyde on 1st November: *throws the Halloween decoration out and starts to decorate for Christmas*

---

Lady Summers, to Lanyon: Read the opposite of these words out loud. *points at a whiteboard*

Lanyon: What do you mean, the oppsite?

Lady Summers: Never …

Lanyon: Going.

Lady Summers: Yes.

Lanyon: To.

Lady Summers: Yes.

Lanyon: Give … you … up.

Lady Summers: *singing* NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UUUP-

Lanyon: *laughs*

---

*different types of people shopping*

Edwina: *the cart rider*

Lady Summers: *the one who gets hella crisps*

Lanyon: *the mum said "put it back" - throw*

Jekyll: *the one who puts it in a random spot*

---

Jekyll: Do you ever wake up and just think: Wow. What a beautiful day to be alive.

Jekyll: Just kidding. Fuck my life.

---

Lady Summers: These are three life facts you need to know.

Lady Summers: Number one: If you want to have a conversation with your friend, you need to talk. Talking is when words come out of your mouth.

Lady Summers: Number two: If you don't smell good and you want to smell good, you need to shower. Showering is the only way to clean your body.

Lady Summers: Number three: If you want to brush your teeth, but only have a little bit of tooth paste left, run over the tube with your car and then throw it into the rubbish. Then go to the store and buy a brand new tube of tooth paste. Now it'll be so much easier to brush your teeth.

---

Lanyon: *singing* I used to be so fucking ugly, now look at me-

Lanyon: *singing* -I'm still really fucking ugly, it's clear to see-

Everyone else: LANYON, NO!!!!

---

Young Jekyll, when Lanyon calls himself ugly: I'M GOING TO HAVE TO PUT ON YOUR BLOODY SUN GLASSES, BECAUSE I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SEE THE AMOUNT OF BULLSHIT COMING FROM YOU!!!

Young Lanyon: …

---

Jekyll's mother: A little birdie told me, that you don't respect the sanctity of marriage. Is that true, you spawn of Satan?! You spawn of POSSESSION?! I BANISH THEE TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL! BEGONE, SATAN!!! *throws a book at Jekyll*

Young Jekyll: *runs away*

---

Jekyll: It all started, when my parents' increasingly high expectations met my crippling internalised fear of failure. Then they met my nature. Then the declining economy and impending recession met my college education. And they'd meet my student debt. Then my student debt met my mental health problem. And they made insomnia. Then this morning my insomnia met four cups of coffee. Ü

Jekyll: Hi. My name is Henry and I'm about to shit my inexpressibles. ^^

---

Utterson, if he was bi: If you're a woman, you might want to keep scrolling, unless you want to get a lady boner. In three … two … one …

Utterson: *proceeds to wash dishes, cook dinner and clean the house*

Edwina: … I'm suddenly sad that you're married.

---

Young Lady Summers, to her father: I'm going out for lunch today. ^^

Margrave Alexander v.H.(her father): Are you going somewhere?

Lady Summers: A-a rendezvous … o///o

M.A.: This is an emergency! Alright … take this. *holds up his swordcane*

Lady Summers: Papa?! e_o

M.A.: Oh, sorry. Would this work better? ^^ *holds up his hunting rifle*

Lady Summers: No! That's not necessary!

M.A.: No, no. I'll be going, too! Ü

Lady Summers: YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME!!! Q_Q

---

*Types of kids in class*

Alma: *kid always sleeping*

Lady Summers: *the kid in a wheelchair*

Hyde: *the creeper*

Lanyon: *the heartbroken guy*

Utterson: *the girl in love*

Jekyll: *the depressed kid*

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Transiting Mars enters Libra

October 22 - December 9, 2017

Not Mars’ favorite place to be, by a long shot; it’s in detriment in Libra. As Isabel Hickey wrote:

The power of Mars is lessened in Libra, for Libra is the halfway house between the sheep (Aries) and the goats (Capricorn). This deals with the positive and negative qualities; between those who follow blindly, either by tradition instinct, and those who climb freely where they choose, and are self-directed. This direction may follow selfish desire or spiritual aspiration, but they will use their minds to decide which it will be….

“Issie” got the sheep/goats metaphor from the 25th chapter of the Gospel of Matthew, and it’s a bit misapplied here. (The sheep, not the goats, are headed for Heaven.) What was she trying to get at? Remember that Mars is exalted in Capricorn - that is, it may function at its highest, most spiritual level in the sign of the goat. Capricorn is Saturn’s sign, and Saturn is exalted in Libra - the pure Martian energy, the “drive to be alive,” is now confronted with the concept of responsibility.

As Mars represents how we assert ourselves and project ourselves into the world, we can see right away how Libran dithering and indecision infuriate the God of War. Mars looks for the one right way; Libra says all the ways are equal. Mars is independent; Libra prefers teamwork. Mars wants to do something; Libra wants to think it over.

So how are we to survive the next eight weeks? How are we going to get anything done? The answer lies with Saturn: we need to grow up. We need to approach life’s challenges with maturity and intelligence, not relying solely on brute strength and determination to power our way through (or not). The situations facing us (as represented by the aspects Mars/Libra will make) are evenly balanced between “flowing” and “challenging” - how Libra! - although let me throw in the caveat that among the “challenges” are a couple of the most nasty types of Mars aspects. Wise up.

Celebrities with Mars in Libra: John Lennon, Robert Plant, Malala Yousefzai, Nicole Kidman, Elvis Presley, Bill Gates, Eminem, 14th Dalai Lama, Freddie Mercury, Whitney Houston, Nelson Mandela, J.K. Rowling, Nikola Tesla, Abraham Lincoln, Pope Francis, Maria Callas, Winston Churchill, Alfred Hitchcock, Edgar Allan Poe, Kim Basinger, Jimmy Fallon, Kirsten Dunst, Richard Branson, Buster Keaton, Sinead O’Connor

Wednesday, November 15, Ceres/Leo sextile Mars/Libra, 14:59

Mars will spend the entire first half of its trip through Libra making no major aspects, other than to the transiting Moon. Will we “feel” our way through this? Ceres is similar to the Moon, specifically the “nurturing” piece, and my feeling (hah) about this sextile is that it’s an opportunity to actively take up the role of “nurturer.” Becoming the parent, the adult, maybe in tandem with another but maybe not. Libra isn’t usually one to take up a solo role, but if it sees the necessity to balance out something, it’s more than up to the challenge. This is also a very fertile aspect, so if you aren’t ready to become a parent, abstain or take all precautions.

Planets/Points affected lie between 13:59 and 15:59 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

Friday, November 17, Mercury/Sagittarius sextile Mars/Libra, 16:17

First of three, with the final one taking place in the signs Capricorn and Scorpio - both are Mars signs. This isn’t a giant, looming portent, as both planets move too quickly. What’s interesting is that both planets are in their detriment - we have the opportunity to grow up our brains a bit, or we can hide from responsibility and maturity behind ignorance and jingoism. For this first time, take notes!

Planets/Points affected lie between 15:17 and 17:17 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

Sunday, November 19, Pluto/Capricorn square Mars/Libra, 17:30

Here is the first of the “dire” aspects. “Issie” wrote that this square can cause “anti-social feelings,” which in 2017 we’d probably call “sociopathy.” And in “The Mountain Astrologer,” Leah Whitehorse specifies, “Tensions are high throughout the day, with tempers simmering to a boiling point, unless we can resolve the power struggles in our relationships. If we’ve been bending over backwards to accommodate others, Pluto will force us to face the issues head-on, to reestablish balance.” Back to Issie: “Empathy and compassion are the antidote to Mars-Pluto afflictions.” Finally, this is the beginning of “Thanksgiving week” in the US, where I expect people to be particularly snappish.

Planets/Points affected lie between 16:30 and 18:30 of the cardinal signs Aries*, Cancer*, Libra*, and Capricorn*; and between 1:30 and 3:30 of the mutable signs Gemini*, Virgo*, Sagittarius*, and Pisces*.

Tuesday, November 21, North Node/Leo sextile Mars/Libra, 19:01; South Node/Aquarius trine Mars/Libra, 19:01

Our ongoing Personal Authenticity Projects get an energy boost from Mars/Libra. What kind of a boost? Well, what kind do you want? Working with the South Node/Aquarius to reach Leo, we may just fight for our right to be contrary to everyone else. Might be wiser, in the (very) longer run, to fight for others’ rights to freely and safely be themselves, too.

Planets/Points affected lie between 18:01 and 20:01 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

Monday, November 27, Juno/Capricorn square Mars/Libra, 22:51; Eris Rx/Aries opposite Mars/Libra, 22:55

“Things” aren’t any better now that Thanksgiving is over, and we’ve arrived at the “official” start of pre-Christmas consumerism. Brace yourself for the usual “War on Christmas” malarkey, at especially strident levels. The “Other-ing” will be at an extreme, particularly (sigh) in the so-called battle of the sexes. So much of what transpires is the result of what happens when we do everything possible to dodge our own guilt and responsibility. We need to bring in more of the Cancerian qualities of sensitivity, sympathy, and protectiveness - and apply them to everybody but ourselves.

Planets/Points affected lie between 21:51 and 23:55 of the cardinal signs Aries*, Cancer*, Libra*, and Capricorn*; and between 6:51 and 8:55 of the mutable signs Gemini*, Virgo*, Sagittarius*, and Pisces*.

Friday, December 1, Uranus Rx/Aries opposite Mars/Libra, 25:00; Saturday, December 2, Sun/Sagittarius (10:57) semi-square Mars/Libra (25:57); Sunday, December 3, Pallas Rx/Aries opposite Mars/Libra, 26:10; Neptune/Pisces (11:30) sesquare Mars/Libra (26:30)

This just had to be complicated by including the Sun and Pallas in the proceedings. Grrr. Anyway, we have the impulsive violence of the oppositions to Mars from Pallas and Uranus, perhaps prompted by what Demetra George described as “feelings of sexual inadequacy” and/or “confusion over one’s masculine sexual identity.” Combine that with the need to be “spiritually” correct via Sun/Sag, and the overall confusion/delusion of Neptune/Pisces - hoo boy. I think if we’re at all uncomfortable with who/what we are (and not only sexually), this is going to be particularly resonant. Being accident-prone is certainly a part of this mess’ manifestation, too. On Sunday the 3rd, the Gemini Full Moon will give us some perspective on the problem, if we let it.

Planets/Points affected lie between 24:00 and 27:30 of the cardinal signs Aries*, Cancer*, Libra*, and Capricorn*; and between 9:00 and 12:30 of the mutable signs Gemini*, Virgo*, Sagittarius*, and Pisces*.

Wednesday, December 6, Mercury Rx/Sagittarius sextile Mars/Libra, 28:18; Saturn/Sagittarius sextile Mars/Libra, 28:26

Second/three for the Mercury sextile. Coming as this does, after three frankly nasty and vicious Mars “situations,” we have a breather during which we may reevaluate - well - everything. We have this opportunity to change our way of thinking, for starters; Mercury is about a week away from the Inferior Conjunction, signifying the start of a new cycle. And Saturn is two weeks away from its ingress into Capricorn, signifying an adjustment to where, how, and why we set boundaries. (Among many other things!) The type of sextile Mars makes to both, waning, is attuned to group activities - so here, at last, Libra can team up with others! We have our eyes on the long term.

Planets/Points affected lie between 27:18 and 29:26 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

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