#Riverside Live House

[descendantofthesparrow]

how does one find and get a place for rent

[tenth-sentence]

Therefore Idril and Tuor departed from Nan-tathren, and went southwards down the river to the sea; and they dwelt there by the mouths of Sirion, and joined their people to the company of Elwing Dior's daughter, that had fled thither but a little while before.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[fyeahcindie]

Let’s check out BlackGoodie 黑古蒂  =D

They are a Pasiwali (Amis?) ‘R&B.Soul.Funk.Pop’ band fr. Taipei City, formed in 2021.  The lead singer is Vita 張芮菲, and I kinda think we have featured her solo before, I dunno?  Anyway, this clip is from last November, at a The Next Big Thing TW showcase at Legacy Taipei.

Vita 張芮菲-Voc, 瑞堂 Kuliu Huang-Drums, 高堯 Enoch-Bass, 麻龍-Gtr, 廖禮烽 ‘阿烽'-Keys.  

In the clip below, they have a guy doing harmony/chorus, but he’s not billed in the clip. This is a 3-song set at Riverside Live House 河岸留言 in 2022, and the first song is also Kass Kita (see above).  That’s the only really reggae song I’ve heard from them, and they really sound killer in that style.  But this whole video is a good listen, check it out. Vita is very captivating, and the whole band is excellent:

Links:  Instagram,  StreetVoice (SV has several demos),  YouTube... I don’t see an official ch., but there’s lots of live stuff if you YT search.

[ladychaos]

Hi! This is the last build for Courtyard Lane in Willow Creek and it’s home to the lovely Bear family. I had loads of fun creating the households and stories for this neighborhood, remaking the Pancakes, giving Bob a real restaurant and also, you know, a little bit of depth personality-wise. I can’t wait for you guys to discover the new save file!

Take care and stay safe. 💜

RIVERSIDE ROOST [CC-FREE]

Residential

30x20

Willow Creek

With its characteristic bright facade, made of natural wood lap siding and local stones, this house is a perfect example of willowcreekian architecture. Two years ago, the Bears decided to leave the city. With five kids to take care of and a new one on the way, Vivienne and Charlie knew it was time to settle in a calmer place with good schools nearby for the children. A pool, a little garden, a large living space and a beautiful neighborhood: what more could they ask for?

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This would be a hard NO for me. Every damned time you have to go out, you need to get in the boat and go across?

So, this is also your land, separated by just enough water to make it crazy. Secure the boat and climb the ladder. That's your shed and driveway. Could this be any more inconvenient? Say you need a new fridge. Do the delivery men put it in the boat and the rest is your problem?

Then you sail across the way back to your dock, that's falling apart. Can, you imagine if you just have to pop out for something, or go for a pizza?

Your cute home. Can you imagine doing this everyday to go to work, get the kids to school? Skate across when it freezes. This is a 1987 build in Amityville, NY, famous for the Amityville Horror. Has 3bds, 2ba, asking $535K. Well, let's go inside.

The owners have already moved out. Wonder how that went. They left the fridge, of course, and must've given up when it came to these chairs and rug. So the living room is nice. Funny, this is the only glimpse of the kitchen and the fridge is in the living room. I suspect foul play.

Has doors to the deck.

Up on the 2nd level there's an open room like a loft. Has a nice skylight. Is that a dehumidifier they left?

This bedroom has original flooring.

This one also has an original floor and a view of the deck. House is plain, I wish it had more charm.

Bath #1. What is the photographer standing on?

Bath #2 is a shower room. Where does the waste go, into the river?

If there's one thing this house has, it's decks. The one out front is like a huge covered porch.

In the back, this one has a picnic table.

There's room on the island for a nice yard.

This looks like a corner table for one. Like a writing desk or a place to set up an easel.

Now, here we are across the river where you keep your vehicles which must include a boat and a car. It's so close, though, I would get a jet ski just to get across.

Remember, this land comes with it, so the owner has a ladder, shed, and driveway. I guess you can't built a bridge, b/c the neighbors must have boats that need to get thru. How inconvenient. But, if you have the money, it would be a great summer home.

https://www.coldwellbankerhomes.com/ny/amityville/63-riverside-ave/pid_58789263/

[bogleech]

It actually is miserably easy to cause at least the local extinction of an insect; the majority of insect species are so specialized that there may be only one rock in a whole forest that they're still reproducing under, because of some precise combination of moisture level, temperature, elevation and immediate food sources, so if someone moves that rock, that species is now gone from that particular forest. There's a tiger beetle that was last recorded only from one sandbar right down the road from my house! It's actually named after our Columbia river here in Oregon, but after the construction of one dam decades ago, they're now only found in Idaho. Why only that one sandbar? When you're only a centimeter long, that's basically a small continent, the river may as well be an ocean, and the soil on the surrounding shores is different in density, so they probably didn't find it suitable to lay their eggs in even if they did manage to cross their "sea." That kind of thing is wildly common; there's also insects that will only lay eggs in one given type of soil only recently after a landslide has exposed it, there's insects that only live in the sawdust left by animals like woodpeckers and only as long as it stays completely dry, and there's beetles that only breed on a single kind of tree exclusively when it's just beginning to recover from a forest fire. This level of specificity isn't rare or extreme but average enough that just one person's backyard can be one species' very last holdout for a thousand miles. Not even the entire yard; maybe only one leaf pile or one neglected pot of dirt. Don't feel paranoid about this or anything, there's no way you can account for every one of these possibilities just living your day to day life, and odds are low that you'll come across the very last of a species left in our whole world, but the last in your neighborhood, or district, or sometimes even country is entirely possible. The very least people can do is cut down on lawn chemicals or bug zappers and generally leave living things (including native "weeds") alone if there's no way in which they're harming or hindering you. Not long ago I posted about finding antlions near us. In the history of inaturalist.com not a single other person found antlions in this or any surrounding county, and I only found them in one single patch of especially fine sand under some tree roots. A week later the whole area flooded, and I don't know if any of them managed to survive deeper underground or anything, because when we last went that sand was also covered in paw prints from someone bringing their dog. That's all it might have taken to erase that little habitat!

We still have one from when we found them, and it's a common species in other parts of America, but it's not impossible that we're now caring for the last antlion anywhere within a day's drive from us. I hope I'll be proven wrong some day, but I've lived here seven years now without ever seeing them before, anywhere in all our sandy riversides!

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you are jungkook’s religion and he wants to be your passenger princess.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: there’s like a three second earthworm cameo lol, jk is living his best life in this bicycle date <3

note: i loved writing this + it reminded me of this drabble i suggest reading it too :( pls tell jk to stop being so cute my heart can’t handle it :( oh and imagine the current jungkook with his long hair and pretty bangs btw <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated :]

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“hmm?” you hum in question when jungkook’s tattooed hand pushes up your elbow. the book you’ve been reading uncovers his head lying on your lap, acting as a paperweight for the pastel yellow summer dress adorning your figure.

“humor me, okay?”

in the midst of his pensive facade, his lips are curved into a lazy smile, almost undetectable if only you aren’t so close that you can vividly see the scar on his cheek and the texture of his honey skin. his face is a little puffy and his eyes are hazy, adorably so, courtesy of the nap he woke up from ten minutes ago.

there are scattered speckles of sunlight painted all over the two of you, in the shape of the gaps between the leaves of the tall tree supporting your back. the wind gently blows through his hair and the edges of the blue gingham picnic blanket spread out beneath you, as if the earth is sighing dreamily at the han riverside scenery.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?”

“what?”

you cover the lower half of your face with the book when a snort bluntly escapes you, and uncontrollable giggles racking your body follow soon after. they prompt the thin strap of your dress to fall off the curve of your right shoulder, and your boyfriend swiftly swoops in, slipping his index finger through it to put it back into position.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?!” he repeats the question louder in faux irritation, but he can’t conceal a toothy grin because your laughter is contagious, a melody that brings him unfathomable joy. an echo that will remind him he was once here, with you, a moment in time locked away in the palace of his most precious memories.

he grasps your wrists to his chest to confront you, and you completely lose your weakened grip on the book. unshed tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your laughter refuses to cease.

“listen- you’re cute, but i need to take the internet away from you.”

his doe eyes grow rounder, whiny voice with a lisp tugging at your heartstrings because you never not find every little thing about him painfully endearing. “baby, stop avoiding the topic. i demand honest answers!”

“of course i would! love doesn’t go away that easily!” you yield to his stubborn need to pry the answers from you. “but it depends on my mood that day, and maybe how you even became a worm in the first place? uh, i’d build you a garden and a little house. oh! and even crochet some cute little outfits for you according to the seasons, keep you warm and safe so you don’t have to hide in the soil . . .”

it’s true that you’ve been dipping your toes into crocheting nowadays, one of your works in progress being a sweater for bam in early preparation for this year’s winter. however, the stars in his eyes ignited by your sweet rambling transform into a dull glimmer of disappointment when he hears the horrifying continuation of your sentence.

“or if it’s a beauty and the beast situation and you got cursed for being bad, then i’d put you in a bucket and go fishing.”

he abruptly sits up, sending your book tumbling down on his lap and . . . you lose your page number just like that.

“fishing? fishing?! isn’t that too harsh? what happened to for better or for worse?” dumbfounded, he frantically shakes his head. “what are you going to say when bam goes looking for his daddy?!”

you tilt your head to the side, highly amused at the man who turned out to only want a sweet response from you despite spitting out the question in a joking manner.

you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. “that you went fishing?”

he pouts somberly, staring into the far distance, where the blue sky stretches endlessly. “bro, you’d expect to know somebody because you live with them and you raise a dog together.”

he heaves a dramatic sigh as he raises both arms to push his hair back, long fingers smoothly gliding across the dark locks. the sleeves of his oversized black t-shirt bunch around his shoulders to reveal more of the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm, but then his bangs fall back into place like dominoes, and he does it all over again.

“oh, my baby. come on.” you inch closer to hug his waist, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaning your chin on his shoulder. “you’re really just going to ignore the garden and crochet part?”

he overtly ignores your words with a scoff, but he puts a hand over your interlocked ones so he won’t slip out of your embrace as he reaches out for a stick among the lush green grass. your loud gasp beside his ear makes him snicker as he scoops up the earthworm that has crawled dangerously close to his white and washed denim nike air jordans. aside from the cover of ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’ hovering above his face, he was also greeted by this unwordly creature when he woke up from his nap. still sluggish as his body and brain gradually recovered to their full functions, he quietly watched it crawl around the spacious picnic blanket, half out of his mind. well, that was until he got bored.

“go- you need to go. get away from here and travel far where you won’t be found. you’re not safe in this place!” he cries out with his roleplay mode turned on, garnering a weird look from a passerby.

“that’s not far away. at all.” you remark teasingly as he gently sets it down behind the tree, less than two feet away.

“i only showed it a new direction. it can manage on its own. the lessons in life are sprinkled along the treacherous journey.” he scrunches his nose as he chuckles, placing back the stick exactly where he found it. “okay, i’m awake! let’s go ride a bike now!”

“i’m already on chapter 40, though.” you sadly mumble to yourself, having enjoyed the inner peace that enveloped you a while ago, when you finally overcame your month-long reading slump with the meditative aid of nature’s generous spring.

your arms automatically drop down to your sides when he energetically springs up in excitement. he picks up the handwoven picnic basket, opening one of the lids and pushing aside the emptied lunch boxes to safely tuck your book inside.

“baaabe, move.”

“huh?” he makes a noise of confusion when he feels the fabric get tugged underneath his feet. “oh- right, wait.”

he walks backwards at your command, allowing you to remove the rest of the picnic blanket off the grass. he patiently waits as you fold it into half, and half, and half, until it becomes small enough to fit in the basket he’s holding open.

he’s been unable to keep his eyes off you since this morning— glancing, looking, admiring your facial features and the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest when you’re focused on a task (he doesn’t think you know this at all); down to your neck, and your chest exposed by the low square neckline of your dress. you were pouting in the car because you forgot to wear a necklace, exclaiming ‘i knew i forgot something!’ but he thinks your bare skin under the sunlight is priceless compared to gold. he loves your legs in shorts, dresses, skirts; hell, his boxers— loves how you carry yourself with grace and finesse wherever you go. past the walls he built around his heart, didn’t have to make them crumble because you are the key.

his lips have touched every inch of your body a couple million times that it has become more of a religion, putting mere familiarity into shame.

he puts down the basket on the grass after you slip the blanket inside, whispering a tender “baby, come here,” as he guides you towards the tree, pinning your back on it.

“why?” you gape at him in curiosity, hands grasping at his hips because you subconsciously trust jungkook to keep you steady more than a tree deeply rooted in the earth.

“the straps won’t stop falling off. i’ll fix it.” now that he’s speaking in a hushed tone, you can hear the roughness around the edges of his voice caused by sleep.

he deliberately towers over you to shield you from strangers’ eyes, pulling at the strings wrapped around your right shoulder to undo the ribbon sitting on top of it. he maintains a secure grip, wary of the neckline of your dress sliding further down as he makes a knot, and then another to finish off the ribbon.

you gaze at him lovingly, an affectionate smile lighting up your face. sometimes you forget how attentive your boyfriend is. you confess that you meant to tie the straps a little loosely, but you didn’t intend for them to fall off so often.

“thank you.”

he responds to your lively chirp with a kiss on the lips, your mixed berries flavored lip balm staining his. his tongue instantaneously darts out to give it a taste, the mole under his bottom lip making an appearance as he separates the straps of your tote bag from the second pair of strings.

the wind blows once more, three times stronger than the last, and jungkook tightly twists the strings around his two longest fingers as he waits for it to pass. you squeeze your eyes shut, forehead colliding with his chest to hide from the dust that could potentially blind you.

the wind eases, and he clicks his tongue as he continues fixing your dress, repeating the same steps with thoughtful precision. the back of his hands graze your skin every now and then, soft and smooth from the skincare products he smears on them to apply to his face.

“ah, this is insane. good thing we already had lunch before it got this windy.”

“i kind of love it. the earth feels so alive.”

your breath hitches when he ducks down to press a chaste kiss on where your neck and shoulder meet. the warmth of his lips contrasts the coldness of the ring pierced at the corner of his mouth. the intimate sound chimes in your ear, the sensation sending tingles to your lower abdomen.

“mhmm, know you do. you always see the good in things.” in me, the words he wants to add hang unbalanced on the tip of his tongue.

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by the time you decide that you want to rent an electric scooter instead of a bicycle, jungkook is already paddling towards you while wheeling one by his side.

he enthusiastically shouts, “let me be the passenger princess today!”

and a wave of flashbacks from two years ago wash over you as he draws nearer— when he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into eight tortorous days of teaching you how to ride a bicycle because you forgot how to. you’d expect him to take that as a very telling sign not to ride one with you, but the man standing infront of you seems enraptured by the idea alone.

“sure, but give me a kiss first.” you bat your eyelashes coyly, and he doesn’t waste time in granting your request. he pulls your face closer by the back of your neck, lips crashing against yours for a kiss that robs the air from your lungs. and what a heavenly way to die.

“happy? or more?” he raises an eyebrow flirtatiously.

“greedy boy.” you scold him, lightly pushing his cheek to the opposite direction, and he dryly chuckles at your choice of words. fuck, you know him too well.

“you carry this, love.” you transfer the basket hanging on your forearm to his tattooed one, and your thumb briefly skims across the indents on your skin left by the pattern of the handles.

“i thought you wanted to ride one yourself, though?”

“changed my mind when i saw there’s a backseat.” he sticks out his tongue playfully, laying hold of your tote bag and putting it in the basket between the handles infront.

you roll your eyes as you climb on the seat, putting one foot on the pedal and anchoring the other on the asphalt road. you release a heavy sigh. “made myself all pretty today not knowing i’ll end up sweaty and gross.”

“aish! my butt! it hurts!” his moans and grunts of pain are accompanied by cackles as he shifts on the metal seat behind you. once he deems himself comfortable enough, he wraps his arms around your waist for . . . hopefully, obvious safety reasons. “damn, okay. there we go. i’m ready. sweep me off my feet, baby.”

you swat his hand lightly. “be careful what you wish for.”

“you’re cute when you try to be mean.” he squeezes your sides as an alternative for your cheeks.

“aren’t you scared that i might drive us off into the river? not even a little bit?!”

instead of pressuring you into not making an uncalculated mistake, he simply says “so what? i can swim.”

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“shit, shit, shit! i feel like i’m falling! b-babe- are you doing this on purpose now?!” jungkook erupts into another fit of childlike giggles and high-pitched squeals as you glide across a curve and the bicycle tilts slightly to the side. your hips occassionally rises from the seat so you can push down at the pedals with more effort, spurring moments of him loosely clinging to you.

“maybe? you enjoy stuff like this!” you grin mischievously to yourself.

his long legs are starting to feel sore from having to keep them lifted off the ground, but this is infinitely better than putting them on either side of the bicycle and risking the possibility of getting his balls smushed. besides, he is enamored by the fact that he is face-to-face with the perfect view of the dancing trees, the babbling river, and the bustling city life on the opposite side.

he taps the circle button on his phone screen to end the panorama, swiping to the left to switch to a video. he allows the camera to capture the rest of the beautiful scenery before flipping it to the front.

“i’m having so much fun! i’m never sitting at the front of the bike again- never!” he yells at the reflection of himself, hair covering almost his entire face. the sight makes him laugh heartily. “ay, i look ridiculous with the wind slapping my face. fuck, what is this? my hair- it’s driving me crazy-”

he aggressively shakes his head to get them out of the way, regretting not tying up his hair before you took off.

“then what about me?! i’m fighting against it!” you yell back, squinted eyes persevering the ruthless gusts of wind. the only difference is that you can feel it sweeping through your hair, through your dress, as if you’re soaring and you’re free, not running away but heading somewhere.

“but you’re going to enjoy it when we go back and it’s behind you! trust me!”

this is the first time jungkook is the bicycle passenger since god knows when. he doesn’t remember it being this marvelous, thrilling in its most wholesome form. meanwhile, this is the first time you’re riding a bicycle with a passenger. perhaps you made the same mistake you kept on making two years ago: kicking your feet as if you’re in a race, thinking speed equals to balance. he had to remind you to calm down, slow down, stop looking down all over again. that was at the first minute. your anxieties have been long gone, quelled by your boyfriend’s sheer delight radiating for miles and miles. his happiness is a bubble expanding in size as the wind blows relentlessly.

his phone is returned to the confines of his deep pocket after he deems himself satisfied with the memories he recorded in the device. he properly hugs your waist again, resting his head on the expanse of your back, thin cotton against the apple of his cheek. his heavy eyelids flutter shut. he breathes in, chest rising and pushing against the tough handles of the basket hanging pretty on his forearm, and he breathes out. with his sense of sight idle, it almost feels like you’re flying him to outer space.

“jungkook, you better not fall asleep there. i’m serious.” you sternly remind him, panic meter going up when you notice more of his weight gradually limping against yours.

“yah! you- i love you; i won’t do that to you. don’t be scared.” he chuckles, heart swelling with fondness for the concern lacing your voice.

you melt at his charming reassurance. “i love you too.”

“nyam.”

“did you just bite me?” you whip your head to the back in suspicion when you feel a faint sting blossoming on your shoulder.

he innocently looks at the bite mark he left on your skin, and when he tilts up his chin to catch a glimpse of your face, your eyes have already refocused on the bicycle path. ”i did . . . you taste like what i imagine the sunshine would taste.”

“is that a good thing?”

“yeah, good. like honey.”

“thank my body wash for that.” you giggle, and jungkook yearns to see your face, but he shall marvel at the rows of pink and white flowers approaching ahead in the meantime.

“no, that’s not it.” a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he corrects you in a voice so soft it almost breaks. “it’s you. just you.”

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[juniefruit]

-{ model bf hyunjin }-

I had writer's block for a bit, but I have written this! ((Also, happy almost friday))

Word Count: 955

Sometimes he takes you along with him to events & photoshoots. For most shoots he can’t take you on set, but just having you in the same city calms his nerves a bit. Paris is one of his favorite cities to visit. 

One of his favorite moments to indulge in is the quiet calmness found in the morning. Sun rays shine through the luxurious hotel blinds and cover the room in a staggered array of beauty. You two lay, a tangle of limbs, within the pristine white sheets. Hyunjin tries not to make a sound as he admires your effortless beauty before you wake. Your cheek is squished against the pillow, which he thinks is cute.

On his free day between shooting, He invties you to a walk on the riverside. In a world that is so fast-paced, he has learned to appreciate the seemingly ordinary. You hold his hand as the light breeze passes by. The emerald green leaves flutter up in the branches of the trees that line the walkway. As you walk, A swan meanders through the slow current of the river. It catches your eye, with its elegant white feathers and curved neck. With your free hand, you point to it. Hyunjin comments, ‘It’s not as beautiful as you, though.’ Always jinnie and his cheesy compliments. 

Sometimes, he will send you concept photos or videos of a shoot he’s on for your thoughts. Honestly, he just needed an excuse to text you. He’ll ask, ‘Do I look good here? What about this one?’ In what universe does he ever not look good?? 

He loves taking you to the fanciest, most elegant restaurants. Even if it’s not really your vibe, he’ll try to persuade you. He’ll pay for everything, help you pick an outfit, whatever it takes. He wants you to be comfortable and safe in your own skin. 

He is your #1 supporter when you’re going shopping. If you thought your best friend persuaded you to buy more than you need, you haven’t met Hyunjin. He gives out compliments like crazy. They don’t have your size? He will find an employee to order it for you. He will never hesitate to get you what you deserve. Window shopping is nonexistent, because he will drag you into the store instead of just peering through the window. 

Hyunjin doesn’t get jealous for every little thing, but he does notice when someone crosses a line, and he’ll step in. He is an expert at reading body language. It’s something you’ve always loved about him; he is observant and notices the small details. He can tell when you need him a little more than usual, or if you need some space to think. 

In public, he puts on his ‘business’ persona, which is classy, cool, calm, and collected. The aura he radiates is astonishing. He exudes elegance. However, in the comfort of your own home/hotel room, he has a tendency to be clingy and sugary sweet. There’s a reason he’s the drama llama! He’ll pout, whine, make random noises too. Sometimes when he’s bored he’ll strike a model pose or two in the living room just for fun. He constantly has to be touching you in some way; back hugs, shoulder/neck/waist rubs, anything :(

This is especially escalated when he can smell your presence. He loves the smell of you. With perfume, without, or just your regular shower gel has him go crazy. He’ll nuzzle his face into your neck, and play around with the collar of your shirt. 

Your high rise penthouse is chic, with the perfect mix of modern yet ‘old money’ vibes. White and black with accents of warm gold. Kkami has definitely made himself feel at home, too. With no concept of personal space, that dog will leap into your lap at any given chance. Particularly while you’re lounging on the couch or on the bed. Hyunjin jokes that Kkami might like you more than he does. Especially since Kkami does growl when Jinnie gets too close. 

He lives in those designer shirts, like the white ones that simply say Gucci, Versace, etc. on the front. Just a simple house shirt and sweats when he wants to be comfy. His shoulder-lenth hair is slightly disheveled, and small strands lay across his forehead and fall into his eyes. His lips are so glossy and pouty, just begging to be kissed. So you do. His head is resting against your shoulder, so you have to do some maneuvering. His response? A small hum and the most delicate smile gracing his face.

After going shopping, he makes you do a ‘fashion show’ in your living room with all the stuff you bought. It’s silly, but he loves it as a couple’s activity.

He loves to create matching couple outfits. Not that cliche cringry kind though. His vision is that your outfits complement eachother in aesthetic ways. Spending as much time as he does with the fashion industry means that he’s picked up a style tip or two. In no way does he see you as incompetent, he will always let you wear whatever you want or say no. But, he just can’t help but try to elevate your style and maybe put his own touch on the things you wear. It’s like his own type of love language. And it’s not like his advice is bad, either. At this point, both of your closets have influences from each other’s styles, and maybe some stolen pieces as well. It goes back to the part where he loves your scent. Scarves especially, because they hold your perfume so well. He will hold it up to his face and it instantly fills him with thoughts of you. 

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[14dyh]

Sickness | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader Summary: Hange takes care of Y/N during a terrible cold. Word count: 1.4k A/N: oh to be taken care of by hange… (btw hange x reader requests are highly encouraged, i love doing them)

The weather changes recently have been a challenge to Y/N's immune system, which may also partly be the reason for her often sickness. Y/N forgot what mornings without a stuffy nose felt like, or a clawing sore throat begging for relief from a distasteful cough syrup. Food barely tasted good, and every night, the dread of running out of tissues at her bedside creeps up on her. Sickness was incredibly mundane after what she had to go through during the war that both ended and began everything. The war demanded her to fight despite bleeding and injury. To think that a soldier trained to withstand any sickness was currently sick in bed was somehow ironic.

Y/N shifted groggily in the sheets, mind still clouded and her breathing quietly desperate for a better airway.

"Hello, love. Good morning," Hange would quietly say every morning accompanied by a tight hug around her chest, snuggling closer as their bodies dipped on the soft mattress.

Y/N would smile but quietly scold Hange for insisting on sleeping beside her despite her sickness.

"Pfft, I won't get sick," Hange would reason, even going as far as proving it with a few kisses. "See? Sickness itself is scared of me."

Hange's humorous attitude alleviated the discomfort within Y/N. The sickness often irritates her because of how much it restricts her actions around the house. After the war, the house she envisioned with Hange gradually became a reality and became where they settled. It has a wonderful view of a riverside and vast greenery. The neighbors are few and everyone has been kind, mostly because of Hange's charm and friendliness.

Hange insisted on tending to the house when Y/N got sick. They learned to clean up and organize the house in functions that would favor them both. It was a scene Y/N always envisioned as she gripped her sword to fight. This is the peace she fought for. A quiet, married life with her most beloved in a serene countryside.

"Hm, awake already? How'd you feel?" Hange approached the bed, carrying a tray of steaming food over the bed.

"Terrible, but not very much," Y/N muttered, sitting up before coughing on a fresh tissue. She would look at the food Hange prepared and smile, knowing that Hange had been exploring more cookbooks on their bookshelf. They have been fascinated by the outside world cuisine, always eager to try something new and pick the best ones for Y/N. Hange would usually sit by the bed as Y/N ate, flipping through the cookbooks and telling her the contents, what looked tasty, or what they would try next. Y/N could not help but give Hange a loving stare as they rambled on, appreciating how Hange used their curiosity as a love language.

Y/N cherished these days despite the sickness as it was nothing compared to their life before the war. She longed for this resolute peace, creating these halcyon memories to remember.

Y/N, consumed by her current happiness, is unaware that she is slowly deteriorating. Darkness slowly spreads underneath her once lively eyes. Her skin appears more sickly than ever, and a strange lack of reflection plagues the mirrorless house. The setting sun never fades into darkness, and the ticking clocks of life have paused.

The morning... or what she thought it was... was nothing like any before. She awoke shaking and panting violently, her fists clenched and unclenched the sheets as if trying to hold to reality and reality itself. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her nose as if to compress the horrors of the past. Was it another nightmare of the war? The same recurring dream of losing Hange? It was unbearable to watch like a memory violently forced into the forefront of her mind.

"It's just a dream..." She muttered to herself, holding onto the pillow.

No sooner, Hange entered the room carrying the breakfast they prepared for Y/N. A worried expression passed over their face as they saw the disheveled, panicked state of their sick wife on the bed. Hange sat beside Y/N, wrapping the blankets around her until they were intertwined in each other's arms.

"I dreamed about it again..." Y/N muttered, almost shakily. "I lost you... You died in that war..." Y/N sniffled, leaning closer to the warmth of her lover, letting her ears be filled with the sound of their heartbeat. Hange remained silent, slowly stroking her hair.

Then Hange broke the silence and whispered, "Why do you think so?"

"We can't pretend like this anymore," Hange whispered back in response, a morose sigh passing over their lips as they almost trembled holding her. Y/N felt her heart lodged in her throat, a deep pit in her stomach eating her away.

Y/N shrugged and shook her head lightly, her hand finding a way around Hange's. "I don't know, probably just my head messing with me," she muttered.

A long silence followed and it filled Y/N with discomfort as though there was something lurking beneath her terrible dreams.

"Hange, what do you mean...?" Y/N wanted to take it back, her words almost like a terrible mistake to trigger a ticking bomb.

Y/N was overcome with the gentle shudders from Hange as they sobbed on her shoulder. Their eyes watering with desperation and grief, they finally mustered the courage to face her, tracing a thumb over her cheeks. The lightness of her touch seemed insignificant against the deeper pallor of her face and the dark circles that enveloped her eyes, signs of her deep internal illness.

Y/N sniffled, partly because of the cold and partly because a dreadful truth began clawing on her insides, demanding to be let out. She could not meet the gaze of her spouse this time.

"I'm so sorry..." Hange whispered. "I wish things could be different."

Hange paused and brought their lips to her cold hands.

"That doesn't matter now, though." Hange's tears began to trickle down their lover's hand, a transitory warmth passing over. "You have to wake up now."

"What...?" It was weak, a persistent cry from her throat, wishing that her ears were fooling her this time.

"Wake up now, I'll always be here," Hange held her tight, their actions betraying their words. They don't want to let go. But holding on would only hurt her.

Y/N shook her head furiously, a string of no's spilling from her lips as she held on to Hange with her eyes closed.

"Please, sweetheart," Hange pleaded, their thumb wiping away the tears that fell on their lover's face. "You have to let me go."

"What are you saying...? Please don't leave me..." Y/N gripped Hange's arms, afraid to let them go again. Afraid that she would lose them again the way she did back then.

Was it all a dream? Y/N thought to herself. Then why does the sun feel so warm, why were Hange's heartbeats so real against her ear? Y/N broke into tears as the world began to shift back to reality once again. The warmth. Hange's heartbeats. They felt so strong yet so desperately hollow...

Unreal.

"I love you, I always will." Hange loosened the grip, letting Y/N return to the world they fought for.

-

Y/N woke up crying on the cold sheets of what their room should have been. A heavy storm pounded against the roofs and windows, the sound forming a euphonious symphony to be heard inside. Y/N let the obsidian sky cry with her, the emptiness of the house consuming her bit by bit. The same place Hange promised to build a life with her became nothing but a hungry space, waiting to consume her as well.

Y/N shook her head, refusing for things to end this way. She cried and cried, she showed this place that she wouldn't be consumed... she was meant to live. That's what Hange would have wanted.

Y/N fell asleep crying, peaceful at once as she drifted back to unconsciousness.

That morning, Y/N felt the balmy rays of the sun spilling warmth through her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, still puffy and weak from crying. She cried with the sky so much that night. So hard that her nose cleared up, regaining her airways once again.

She could breathe again, no longer suffocating, no longer a prey to be consumed by her grief... The empty grave of her lover felt so close yet so illusory in the backyard of the house they once dreamt of together.

"Thank you, Hange..." she mumbled as her eyes fluttered close once again. A tell-tale embrace enveloped her in warmth as she drifted back to a peaceful slumber.

[satorkive]

TAKE IT SLOW ୨୧ EREN

you were twelve, eren was ten.

the first time you two met was not really a typical childhood friends getting to know each other. more like you didn’t like him and he was adamant to bother you.

you were prim, matured, and quiet. he was reckless, impulsive, and hot-tempered.

yin and yang. sun and moon. black and white. monochrome and colorful. girl and boy.

you slapped his hands away from you as he tugged your hair. “eren, stop! you’re hurting me!”

he immediately let go and looked away. his face showed a bit of shame and remorse. he didn’t know why, but he wanted your attention to him and only him. not to armin. not to mikasa.

you shook your head in defeat. “you’re still a boy so there’s no use in scolding you.”

his face turned into a scarlet color and started whining like a little boy.

“shut up! i’m not a boy anymore! i’m thirteen! thir!teen!”

you did not believe him at all and it showed. “sure, eren, sure.”

you were fourteen, eren was twelve.

you enlisted the military first before him. he expressed a great excitement for your upcoming journey when you first said that you’re going to join the military. it’s either military, live in the farms, or marry someone.

you obviously knew what option you were going to make.

both of you were chilling by the riverside when you dropped the news. armin and mikasa didn’t come with you as they helped aunt carla in the house.

he immediately hogged your personal space and you almost jumped to the river. your heart was about to get out of your chest with his actions!

“really? are you going to join survey corps?!”

you looked away from him and stared at the river gently flowing in front of you. you haven’t still made a decision as to where you will join. you crossed the military police to your list as you’ve seen how corrupt the cops were.

you just gave him a shrug. “i don’t know, eren. i still haven’t thought about it.”

“join the survey corps so we’ll be the same military regiment!”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re planning to joining now? fifteen is the requirement.”

“no, just saying!” he suddenly turned bashful and couldn’t look at you in the eye. “so we can see the world together…”

you paused and gazed at his twinkling eyes. throughout the years you have known him, his eyes were his biggest assets. his viridian eyes were brighter than doctor jaeger’s and full of fiery determination to join the survey corps. he was also starting to act like an… adult. you heard him said the word ‘slaughter’ to armin one time.

“… with mikasa and armin, right?”

he suddenly frowned and an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes. he deflated and blankly watched the river.

you saw eren as a younger brother who annoyed the hell out of everyone. so you were not sure how to approach this kind of behavior. it took you half a year before you opened your heart to him and placed a role into it.

both of you basked in the warm presence of the breeze with uncomfortable silence hovering above you.

you were seventeen, he was fifteen.

your family was dead. there were no letters given to you by the time you were graduating. no energetic responses from your father, no comfort food from your mother, and no random trinkets from your little brother.

you couldn’t sleep. you couldn’t eat.

it felt like life was sucked out of your very being.

if it was not for captain levi scolding you for wasting your life by rotting away and not being productive, you would continue doing that.

“we’re going to have new recruit,” captain levi informed his squad.

“oh, i’m excited!” petra exclaimed. as always, olou chimed in.

“they better not be a show-off! well, i am the secon—“ he bit his tongue and blood poured out. petra scolded him and they bickered as usual.

you were staring at the horizon with the sun glaring at all of you. the squad was having a tea afternoon, courtesy of captain levi.

you wondered if eren, armin, and mikasa survived. you considered them your family and you would probably slaughter all the titans for revenge. you did not think about them until a a yesr later since you were busy mourning and training.

“are you okay, kid?”

you looked over at captain levi who asked that. he was holding the cup in the weird way and you never got how he expertly handled it.

you blinked and felt the tiredness in your bones. “hmm.”

he was looking at you over the rim before he put the cup down. he stood up and called his squad over.

“get some rest. you’re going to meet the recruit tomorrow.”

you were seventeen, he was fifteen when you guys met each other again.

“this is eren jaeger. he will be under my wing and i expect you all to protect him with your lives. understood?”

you were gaping at him as if you just saw a ghost. well, you literally did. you didn’t know what to do right now. you assumed he’s dead so you’ve taken your heavy heart towards the path of healing. but here you were, ripping your heart out of your lungs and blood dripping out of his hands.

when his bright viridian eyes clashed with your own, you knew you were doomed.

you took your time analyzing him. the alive and breathing eren. your childhood friend eren.

when… when did he become an adult? his height towered you and you needed to look up to meet his gaze. his eyes became more intense. there was this fire that was slowly burning him from within which reflected in his eyes. and when he stood before you with arms bulging and eager to hug your warmth, you couldn’t resist.

you snakes your arms around his neck and placed your head on his shoulders. you felt him wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold closer to his being.

“[name]… you’re alive…” he whispered between the two of you.

you heaved a sigh. “yeah… i am.”

you unclasped your hold to him and gazed at him with an unreadable expression.

“you grew up so fast. i still remembered you were a young boy bothering me to play with him.”

he cocked his head to the side. “yeah? well, i’m not a boy anymore, [name], i’m a man. an adult. you should treat me as one.”

you didn’t know why your heart was pumping loudly against your chest. his intense gaze was making you nervouse and his hold on you felt like you could never escape.

you crossed your arms. “well, you’re two years younger than me!”

“not a big difference! i am not a boy!”

“sure! whatever keeps you sleep at night!”

“oh, i slept very fine all right.”

both of you were busy bantering and you didn’t even notice the captain levi squad gawking at you two. captain levi couldn’t wait to interrogate you whether you are in cahoots with eren or a titan also.

[dontforgetukraine]

Illia Ponomarenko shows us one of the many gems Kyiv has to offer: The Kyiv Pechersk Lavra (or the Kyiv Lavra of the Caves). It is considered the most significant and holiest of places in Eastern Slavic Orthodox Christianity. This is an example of what is at stake for Ukraine as Russia continues its efforts to eradicate Ukrainian history and identity.

So, about 1,000 years ago, Kyiv was living its golden age as the center of a large medieval kingdom of Rus under Prince Yaroslav the Wise—very possibly the greatest ruler of Kyiv ever. The official residence of the rulers of Kyiv Rus was located in the town of Berestove outside Kyiv (it's now where Kyiv's Park of Eternal Glory is). The Berestove priest Illarion sought comfort and solitude, so he dug a lonesome cave in the hills at the Dnipro riverside, where he could spend his time alone in prayers. That happened around 1051 A.D. That guy soon became the head of the Kyiv Church and left, but more hermits followed his suit and established their shelters in those caves. Over many years, they burrowed long mazes of catacombs and established churches and monastic cells. The monastery gradually became a grandiose Lavra, a magnificent center of religious and cultural life, the greatest in this corner of human civilization. As early as 1073 A.D., the Cathedral of the Dormition (or the 'Great Church') was established (and you can see the modern iteration of it, the magnificent white cathedral bearing images of the saints on its walls. Just like Kyiv, the Lavra was ruined and resurrected from ashes several times over its 1,000-year history. Mongolians seized and desolated Kyiv in 1240, and the Lavra was devastated so hard that it spent well over a century in empty ruins. Yet, it would always rise again in all of its glory. During WWII, the Great Church was blown up just as many other iconic locations of Kyiv, such as Kherschatyk Street (in my opinion, what happened was that the Soviets planted bombs at the Lavra upon their withdrawal from the city in 1941 and failed to detonate them on time; and Nazis took out the treasures of the Lavra and got rid of the Soviet bombs by blowing up the cathedral. Like many other significant treasures of Kyiv, the Great Church of the Lavra was resurrected by independent Ukraine by the 2000s. The Lavra is indeed a city within a city—I'm only showing you a tiny part of it that is popular with tourists. Unfortunately, the ancient monastery caves have been closed to visitors for over a year. Technically, the Lavra is a giant museum with many art exhibitions, collections of historical artifacts, and recreation zones for anyone. Right now, for instance, the Lavra Historical Museum exhibits ancient Scthyntian gold from Crimea that was recently returned to Ukraine. At the Lavra, you can easily find the resting places of many historical figures of the past, such as the one of Kostiantyn Ostrozky, the legendary ultra-rich magnate of the 15th and 16th centuries and the Lavra's lavish sponsor, or Petr Stolypin, the Russian imperial prime minister who was assassinated at the Kyiv Opera House in 1911. Of course, the Lavra is about the iconic Great Bell Tower, one of Kyiv's most legendary landmarks. The tower is 96 meters high and can be seen from around 30 kilometers away from the Lavra. It takes over 370 stairs to reach the tower's top -- but I'm telling you, it's 100% worth it as the Great Bell Tower shows you a truly stunning view of Kyiv, especially when the weather is fine. Fucking legend. For centuries, until recently, the Lavra was under complete control by the Russian Orthodox Church, which is fundamentally loyal to Russia. In 2023, amid the war against Russia, Kyiv authorities and the Zelensky administration tried (and failed) to terminate the Moscow clergy's legal presence at the Lavra in 2023. Currently, the Russian church and its monks remain in control of the so-called Lower Lavra. In the Upper Lavra, which has most of the iconic places and locations, the recently re-established Orthodox Church of Ukraine, the de-facto successor of the old original Christian church of the Kyiv Rus, now has its divine service again. Welcome to the beautiful ancient Kyiv.

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Slight voyeurism. Mommy kink. Masturbation. Slapping. Choking. Degradation. Praise kink. Mirror use.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve: Lazy Saturday

It was a Saturday, and Josh had no idea what to do with himself. Brynne would have been spending the entire weekend at his parents’ house, but she’d been busy with a scientists’ conference in Riverside. So, he’d made the most of his morning and afternoon on his own, playing video games in his room.

It was now only 3 p.m., but Josh Futturman was getting restless without Brynne, who he still didn’t understand how he had gotten to go out with him. So, as he texted her on and off throughout the day, he wasted as much time as he could playing GTA, getting all of his frustration and intrusive thoughts out before she came over later.

Why she always wanted to come over to his house, Josh had no idea. He was kind of embarrassed having a girl over at his parents’ house, and he really couldn’t imagine why she would rather hang out with him there then her own house, which, from what he saw on the outside, was a very luxurious sort of place.

But he also knew that she found his parents enduring, for whatever reason. Despite the way he sometimes acted like they were an embarrassment or a nuisance, Josh actually appreciated the fact that they made Brynne feel welcome, like a member of the family. It made things with her a lot easier.

As Josh cruised around on GTA, stealing cars, shooting things, and terrorizing homeless people, he eventually couldn’t stop thinking about Brynne as he encountered the more racy aspects of the game. Frustrated with himself, he looked at the time on his phone, where he hadn’t gotten a text from Brynne in at least five minutes.

He knew that that sounded ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He wanted to talk to her, to see her, to feel her. Angrily, he shut off his console and stared blankly down at his desk. Josh knew that it was only 4:13, but at this point, he didn’t care.

Making sure the house was empty and his bedroom door was closed first, he plopped down onto his gaming chair and dropped his pants and underwear, ready to find a new way to kill the time. Josh reached for the bottle of lotion on the desk, slowly leaning his head back as he tried to get comfortable in more ways than one.

He was able to get things going in a sense, stroking slowly and rhythmically as he tried to wake himself up. It worked, because of how sexually frustrated he was at the moment, but it also didn’t work, purely because of how bored he was. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone with his other hand, deciding he needed something to visualize with.

He thought about going straight to porn, before he realized he had something even better: a real, live woman who liked him. He went into his own photos, looking through his ‘private’ album of the few things that Brynne had sent to him before. He’d almost forgotten that he actually had someone to help him out when he was feeling needy.

It was surreal; never before had he been able to jerk off to pictures that he either took himself, or were sent directly to him. Smiling fondly as he settled on a picture of Brynne in a matching black and pink set with a pattern of little black bows on it, he set the phone upright on the desk, sighing as he thought about the woman he hoped would be his girlfriend.

Although he wasn’t completely inexperienced, Josh had never really had an actual girlfriend before. He’d liked girls, and they’d liked him, but he’d never actually been given enough of a chance to become someone’s boyfriend. It was surprising to him that Brynne actually wanted him in that way, or any way, and as a first choice.

He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he looked down at the picture of her on his phone, sitting back on her bed in just her bra and panties. He remembered exactly when and why that picture had been sent to him. Brynn was about to come over after she’d finished work, and Josh was growing impatient. Not for sex at all, but just to see her. So, she’d sent him that in return, and he’d lost his mind.

Even though he’d seen the picture before, Josh still fought the urge to drool as he looked at it, stroking himself up and down as he thought about her, sitting on top of him and pushing him down on the bed. He liked being bossed around by Brynne; he liked the way she knew exactly what she wanted.

He leaned his head back again as he started getting into it, slowly panting as he closed his eyes and imagined her. He imagined all sorts of things; her standing in front of him, naked, or her on top of him, pinning him down, or her with her legs spread apart as she let him eat her out like he’d been starved.

His breathing turned shaky as he instinctively stuck his tongue out, pretending he was lapping at her pussy. He knew he was definitely hard by now, as pre come started to drip down his hand as he whimpered softly.

“Fuck…” he thought.

As concentrated as Josh was on the idea of Brynne, he didn’t seem to notice as his bedroom door slowly opened, with someone standing in the doorway, watching. Brynne Johansson took her time, watching the view in front of her with wide eyes.

The way Josh was stroking himself aggressively, whispering her name like some sort of mantra as he grinned, mouth instinctively open for her. He nearly jumped up as he heard the door close, watching as she just stood there, hand on her hip.

“Brynne!” he exclaimed, not for the first time since she’d entered the room.

“Hey, hon. Thought I’d surprise you, but… looks like you beat me to it,” she murmured, eyes looking him up and down.

Josh gulped nervously, hands up in the air as if she’d come in with a gun.

“It-It’s not what it looks like,” he blurted out stupidly.

“So, you’re not jacking off to a photo of me?” she asked, looking down at his phone.

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” he promised her, looking down at her in shame. “I’m sorry,” he pouted, expecting some sort of reprimand.

He looked like a sad puppy, and her heart nearly melted.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she resolved, noticing the full length mirror behind him.

His eyes perked up as he looked up at her, curious as to what she wanted.

“You-You’re not mad?” he stared.

“Why would I be mad, sweetheart?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t know,” he sighed, “I was kinda being a perv…”

“Oh, yes you were,” she promised him.

He looked up at her blankly, gasping as she quickly spun the chair around so that he was facing the mirror, with his pants around his ankles and his dick out. Josh whimpered loudly as Brynne’s hand roughly wrapped around his throat. Not meaning to, he instinctively thrusted up into the air, hoping to get some kind of friction.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she cooed in his ear, as her hand remained wrapped around his throat.

He gasped quietly, realizing he was way too aroused as he looked at her cold eyes reflected in the mirror.

“You were being such a dirty little pervert. Stroking yourself to pictures of me,” she whispered in his ear. “So naughty…”

“So naughty,” he agreed with a quick nod, “I’m such a dirty little pervert…” he whined guiltily.

“You know what happens to dirty little perverts?” she asked.

He just shook his head in defeat.

“I’m gonna hold you just like this, and you are gonna keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror, and stroke that pretty little cock for me, you got it?” she murmured, watching with satisfaction as his head bobbed up and down.

Josh was incredibly intrigued, losing his mind at his current predicament. Never before had he imagined how hot it would be for Brynne to choke him while he sat in his chair, forced to watch himself fall apart in her hands through the mirror. But he was glad she’d thought of it. He could barely keep it together as he felt her cool hand gripping his warm throat.

“I can’t hear you,” she said flatly.

“Yes,” he told her, nodding his head up and down, “Yes.”

“‘Yes’ what?” she asked.

He actually didn’t really know the answer to this question. He’d never really called her anything in bed other than her own name, but something told him that wasn’t what she was looking for. He could think of a few different options, but he had no idea which one she would actually prefer. But part of him knew she meant for him to pick whichever one he felt like in that moment.

“Yes, mommy,” he nodded politely, praying she liked his choice.

“You wanna be mommy’s little slut and stroke that dick for me?” she asked him. “Hmm?”

“Yes, mommy,” he moaned excitedly, reaching for it automatically.

He gasped aloud as she tightened her grip on his throat even more, all but slamming him back into the chair as she used her other hand to slap him across the face. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, surprised by the gesture.

“Did you ask? Hmm?” she teased him, forcing his chin up so that he had no choice but to look at his own reflection in the mirror. “Did you ask me if you could touch yourself?”

“N-No, ma’am,” he stammered.

She was the hottest person on earth.

“Then ask,” she ordered him. “God, you look so pathetic… I’m barely even touching you, and you’re about to come all over your lap. Look at yourself, whining for me, like a pathetic little fuck toy.”

“I-I know I’m pathetic,” he whined desperately.

“Yeah, you are a pathetic little pervert,” she whispered in his ear. “Look at you, so ready for me… You’re like my own personal dildo. You’d like that, huh? If I could just take you and fuck you whenever I feel like it? Use you for my own pleasure… You’d like that, huh?”

“Very much so, yes,” he gasped.

He leaned backward as she held him to the chair, cock twitching with excitement.

“Come on. Show mommy what a dirty little slut you are,” she grinned, watching as he wrapped his first around his dick.

He started slowly at first, stroking up and down as he felt her fingers pressed against the sides of his throat.

“Don’t be so quiet,” she told him. “I know you’ve got some pretty little noises for me…”

Almost on cue, Josh let out a shaky whine as he sped up, eyes squeezing shut as he reveled in what was essentially something out of his fantasies.

“Eyes open,” she ordered, watching as he obeyed. “I want you to watch yourself come all over your tummy…”

Josh moaned as he opened his eyes, watching her tilt his head back as she pressed a harsh kiss to his lips. He groaned into her mouth, desperate for her in every way. He was getting progressively louder, trying to satisfy her as he continued to push himself over the edge.

“My God, you sound like a fucking porn star,” Brynne praised. “Such a needy little slut for me. You love the way I manhandle you, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy, I do,” he moaned frantically, “I love it, I love it so much…!”

Josh whimpered loudly as she pressed a loud smack to his thigh, watching as they both trembled the longer he jerked himself off.

“Spread your legs,” she said rudely. “I want your legs wide open for me like the dirty little slut you are…”

“Yes ma’am,” he groaned, watching with wide eyes as he came even closer to an orgasm.

The way he moaned was truly pornographic, the kind of noise that could disturb neighbors.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” Brynne reminded him, “So don’t get too excited.”

“But, mommy…” Josh complained loudly. “I need it… Ow!”

He winced as he got another loud slap across the face, still thrusting up into his hand.

“Don’t be a brat,” she snapped at him.

“I’m sorry mommy,” he pleaded, “I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be such a good boy for you, you’re gonna be so proud of me!”

He was now uttering pure nonsense as she wrapped her hand around his throat, waiting for him to finish.

“Keep those fucking legs apart, or you’re not gonna come,” she reminded him sternly.

He quickly separated his legs as far as he could, praying she’d see how good he was doing.

“Look at you, putting on a show for me, like my own little fucking porn star. Such a pretty little slut,” she whispered in his ear.

“Fuck yes!” he screamed. “I’m your little porn star! I’m your little slut!”

“Say it again,” she demanded.

“I’m your little slut! I’m mommy’s little slut,” he groaned.

“Good boy…”

“Am I being a good boy?” Josh whimpered. “Am I being a good boy for you?”

“So good,” Brynne murmured, brushing his hair back while her other hand choked him. “So good for me, baby.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna come,” he pleaded, “Can I please come…?”

“Aw, you can’t last any longer, baby?” she teased.

“No, mommy. I’m trying my best,” he sniffled. “I’m gonna come… It hurts…”

“Okay, baby, I know,” she cooed, hand lightly wrapped around his throat as he watched her in the mirror. “I know…”

“Mommy…!” he whined desperately.

“Look at you, baby. You look so pretty, coming for me… You look like a porn star. Look at my filthy little slut,” she praised him.

“I’m your little slut!” he moaned. “I’m your good boy…!”

“Look at you, stroking that pretty little cock… So needy for me,” she sighed.

“I need it, mommy,” he begged. “Please?”

Brynne couldn’t say no to his desperate little doe eyes as he looked up at her behind him.

“Oh, how could I say no to that face?” she sighed. “Go ahead, baby. Make as big of a mess as you want.”

Josh threw his head back in excitement as he stroked himself as fast as he could, whimpering and screaming as he approached his climax. Brynne watched in amusement as he began to whine even more, breathing shakier than ever.

“I know, baby, I know,” she murmured into his ear.

“So hard,” Josh gasped.

“I know… Just go ahead and come for mommy, okay?” she said gently. “Come as hard as you want. It’s okay. Just look in the mirror. See how pretty you look…”

Josh quite literally screamed as a larger amount shot out, making a mess all over his stomach and briefs as he sat in his chair, reveling in the way her hand felt on his throat. He couldn’t stop panting as he finished, staring right at his own reflection as he did. It was almost too much for him as he laughed with relief, instantly feeling a hundred times better.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, tossing his head back. “Fuck…!”

“Oh, you did so good!” Brynn cooed, playing with his hair as he sat still for a moment. “You did so good, baby…”

“Thank you mommy,” he sighed, “Thank you…”

“I got you, baby. You’re okay,” she promised him as she kissed his cheek, gently rubbing his shoulders as he peeked in the mirror for a moment.

He watched in disbelief for a moment as he sat in a pile of his own come, getting his shoulders rubbed by Brynne Johansson. He rested his head back on the chair, chuckling softly as he realized just how lucky he was as she massaged him gently.

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Chapter Thirteen

[rjzimmerman]

This tree has lived for 13,000 years. California’s housing crisis could doom it. (Washington Post)

At first glance, one of the world’s oldest living organisms doesn’t look like much — a collection of shrubs nestled atop a hill in a rocky gully. But those shrubs are just the crown of a giant, spreading oak tree, 90 feet long and 30 feet wide. Most of the tree is underground.

Estimated to be 13,000 to 18,000 years old, the tree — known as the Jurupa Oak — is older than almost any other plant on Earth. It has survived an ice age and rapid climate warming. Its leaves may have brushed against saber-toothed cats and 500-pound ground sloths. But now, environmentalists and locals worry that the ancient tree is under threat from a more quotidian force in modern California: development.

The Planning Commission of Jurupa Valley, a city of 100,000 an hour east of Los Angeles, is poised to approve a 1.4-square-mile development that includes a business park, 1,700 homes and an elementary school. Light-industry buildings would stand just a few hundred feet from the ancient tree.

The city believes that the project will boost the local economy. The site’s developer has said it plans to protect the tree, but environmentalists believe that the construction and resulting development could be deadly to the Jurupa Oak.

“It’s unique among most things on the planet,” said Aaron Echols, conservation chair for the Riverside-San Bernardino chapter of the California Native Plant Society. “We need to be absolutely sure that we’re not going to cause harm to this plant.”

The tree has plunged the Jurupa Valley into an ongoing debate in California: How to balance the state’s growth and need for housing with protecting its rich biodiversity?

Think about the oldest tree on Earth and you may picture a bristlecone pine known as “Methuselah” and estimated to be close to 5,000 years old. The Jurupa Oak fits into a different category: It’s a Palmer’s oak, which is a species of “clonal tree,” a network of genetically identical shrubs connected through a shared root system. Unlike in normal trees, none of the original tissue is still present; instead, after a wildfire, the tree will spring out new, genetically identical shoots from burned stumps.

[urdepressedslut]

Stray

♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.

♡ Warnings: dark themes? light angst, fluff, vomiting

A/N: If you’re confused at the start, good. I tried to make the buildup very mysterious on who you are 😂

Part 2

His mind raced with questions that he knew would stay unanswered. The image of the blonde soldier defenseless, lying just out of the river.

I'm with you til the end of the line

Those words had ignited something in him, the foreign feeling of a fractured memory trying to come to life. He wasn't sure who he was anymore, he wasn't sure where he was, or where he was going. But his legs had a mind of their own, leading him far away from the smoke clouds.

10 hours later Location: Riverside, WA

You watched the dirt disappear from your hands, streaks of brown merging with the river. Taking a deep breath, you felt at peace, the ambience of the wind and water being the only noise you could hear for miles.

Your mind was finally clear, the static the lurked in your head gone. You were surprisingly doing better than you thought, considering what had happened. Maybe it was just the calm before the storm.

Long story short, no one would ever control you again, you were finally your own person.

Taking one last look at the river, you hoped that the calm that found you here would follow you back to the house. The house used to be a place you called home, but now the air was poisoned. Although you didn’t have a choice, it was the only place you had to live. Plus people would be looking for you now and you had to stay hidden.

The walk back to the house gave you time to think, gave you a moment to yourself before you reentered the poisoned air.

As you were passing through the cemetery as a shortcut, you noticed the angel gravestone had a real man leaning up against it. His form was unmoving, and could easily pass as a statue from how still he was.

Your body tensed up slightly, considering that this cemetery was private, nobody ever came out here.

He seemed to be a very large man, but from the way he was trying to make himself look smaller broke your heart.

You had always heard that “Two broken people will either fit together perfectly, or destroy each other beyond repair.” Whatever that means anyway.

Not that you were assuming he was a broken man but a normal person wouldn’t be sleeping against a grave in a cemetery… especially this cemetery.

You felt like you haven’t been living your life the way you want to live it. You were in control now and you wanted to do something good— be good.

Your bare feet tip toed through the overgrown grass, walking slow enough, sizing him up. He was dressed in military tatical pants with a black tactical vest covering his upper half.

He looked like a soldier, and you didn't understand how someone like him would be wandering around a cemetery in the middle of nowhere.

Finally getting close enough, you kneeled down into the grass, your dirtied dress flowing around you. The strangers shoulder length hair was covering the full view of his face. With careful fingers, you reached out, pushing the curtain of hair off his cheeks.

You were speechless as you revealed the strangers face, at a loss for words at his beauty. His skin was neutral, sweat mixed with water layering his face with a glow. His eyes were peacefully shut, while a crease stayed in between his brows. His left eye was ringed with an irritated bruise, one that seemed too fresh for it to be an old wound. His face had been shaved recently, but stubble could be spotted up close. His dully defined cupids bow guided you to his plump lips, beholding a pinkish color.

You had never witnessed such raw vision this close before, and you couldn’t help yourself from thinking that he was a fallen angel.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, smoothing his stubbled cheek with your knuckles. It had felt like forever since you’d last touched a man, let alone a man this handsome.

His lip twitched at your feathered touch, making you rip your hand back to your chest in fear you'd woken him. The man groaned painfully in his slumber, and it was then you noticed his right arm cradled awkwardly to his chest.

This man was clearly hurting, and from the looks of it, he was running from something. It wasn't your job to care for him, but you knew you couldn't just leave him here. Without knowing his true intentions yet, you started your trek back to the house to gather some supplies for the stranger.

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Bucky woke with a groan, the discomfort in his shoulder still present. Without setting his arm back in place, he wouldn’t be able to heal himself. He’d forgotten how he ended up here, only remembering his chaotic mind trying to piece everything together, resulting in him collapsing. His head felt less cloudy, his mind able to create clear thoughts without the looming shadow of HYDRA.

HYDRA. Surely they were looking for him now, and as much as he hated to admit it. They still had power over him, even out of their clutches. His stomach knotted up, sweat beads forming on his exposed skin, the mere thought of being found by HYDRA enough for him to empty the contents of his stomach on the grass next to him. Although it wasn’t much, just remains of his last nutrient packet.

After moments of dry heaving, his body relaxed back onto the stone. It was then he noticed the supplies placed in front of him.

He found, two water bottles, a medium sized bag of fruit and vegetables, a pile of clothes, and sitting on top of the clothes lastly was a flower.

The supplies had sparked something inside of him, and he wasn’t sure if it was confusion on where they came from, or if it was guilt that he didn’t deserve such kindness.

Glancing around the vacant cemetery, he saw no one in sight. He sensed nothing, heard no heartbeat, or breathing. The water and food were too tempting to ignore, despite the possibility of it being poisoned lingering in the back of his mind, he gulped the water down. Despite his stomach growling, he nibbled on the food, knowing the effects of eating too fast, especially after living off of nutrient packets.

Suddenly, a paper ball landed near his legs. Startling him, he whipped he head up, scanning the area for the being. After finding no one again, he picked up the ball, uncurling it to reveal a scribbled message.

Walk 206 steps to your right for shelter

Storm coming tonight

Furrowing his brows, he was more confused than ever. After all the blood stained in his hands, the universe still thought he was worthy enough for a guardian angel? Surely this was all a sick joke, and the person behind these words were HYDRA.

Amongst all his chaotic thoughts, the one had stuck out, ringing loud and clear for him to hear.

What more do I have to lose?

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You were sitting on the front porch, training your eyes on the field where the earth curved. It was silly to trust a stranger, you knew that. It was even sillier to be waiting for said stranger to appear. Maybe it was because you were lonely, maybe it was pure curiosity.

You suddenly spotted the faint figure of someone far away walking in this direction. Doubting if you had made the right decision leading him here, you wrung your hands together nervously.

The stranger had seemed to spot you, with the way he was avoiding your stare. His hands were full with your supplies you had gifted him, even his awkwardly bent arm was cradling the bag of food. He hadn’t bothered to change into the new clothes, but you didn’t mind.

It felt like forever by the time he stopped plenty of feet away, obviously keeping distance between you both. You watched him sneak a glance at you, analyzing your expression with the way his brows furrowed in concentration.

Deciding to break the thick silence, you cleared your throat. As well as holding your palms out for him to see, to show you meant no harm.

“Uh… I’m not going to hurt you or anything… You probably figured that I mean— The water, food… Uh,” You rambled, forgetting everything you had planned to say, “I found you in the cemetery and I was just gonna leave you the supplies and that’s it. But then I heard about a storm on the radio back home and… Well, I felt bad thinking about leaving you there.”

The man watched you intently during your whole speech. Half listening, half taking in your features. He hesitated taking off in the middle of your rambling, but when you mentioned you had felt bad for him, and were thinking about him. It ignited a foreign feeling within him, one that made him feel important, something he’s lacked for god knows how long.

He was complete stranger to you, and here you were offering him supplies, thinking about his wellbeing and now you were offering your home to him? You really were an angel.

“You can stay if you want. You can stay out here on the porch, or you could come inside,” You offered, feeling embarrassed by your desperation for human interaction, “It’s just me here.”

He thought about your offers, knowing he could easily overpower you if the situation called for it. He was enchanced and could run faster than you, if he had to. He felt secure that if the worst came, he could handle it.

“Why?”

His voice startled you, you weren’t expecting him to respond considering his mysterious silent vibe he was giving off. His question confused you though.

“Why what?”

“Why let me stay?” He asked in almost a whisper, holding you gaze confidently. Although his eyes were haunted, holding a look of someone that had seen too much.

Your heart ached at what this man had possibly been through. His tone was sad, and it sounded like he almost didn’t believe he should be allowed to stay.

“Uh… I don’t know,” You told him softly, and he didn’t seemed pleased with your answer, lowering his eyes to the ground again. “Like I said, it’s just me here.”

You hinted, hoping he’d understand that you were desperate enough for human interaction that you were willing to invite a stranger into your home.

You glanced up to him, finding an empathetic expression upon his face.

“Okay, just for tonight.” He agreed, and you smiled.

A/N: part 2?? 🤔 let me know what you think

[cannibal-nightmares]

"It sounds like you have a lot of people in your life that mean a lot to you, maybe more than you ever really planned on, and it's hard to always hold space for everybody at the same time..."

"When the mouths of praise and blame start to sound the same And you've asked they please not come back around And yet they happen by, you can offer my reply: "There's tortoises all the way down." I'm not the only one who's got nowhere to run Cause everybody knows, son Everybody knows just what you've done While all hiding inside our painting-of-a-house-hung-up-inside-that Same-painted-house-which-ever-implies-another-painted-house-inside lives Serpent-in-the-sky-lives! Servants-of-the-least-high! Most-tortoiseless lives! Would you meet me sometime soon, son, down by the riverside? There's room enough in my paradise My empty little mind…"

[ x ]

[rev-glut]

Mother Hen

Platonic Hobie Brown x Reader

Requested by @lazyslothsthings: “Reader basically mothering Hobie platonic??!”

Summary: Hobie comes back home after leaving for a few days.

Info: Fluff. Gender-neutral Reader (though Hobie jokingly calls them Mum once). 1.6k words

Notes: I didn’t explicitly say it but Reader lives in a riverside house so Hobie can keep his canal boat. Sometimes he stays there, sometimes he’s in R’s house.

He knows you’re home before he reaches the door. The lights are on and he can hear the music. Pleasantly he notes that it’s one of the songs that he frequently listens to. He knows how to play this one on guitar too. The key easily slides in and turns as he opens the door.

“Welcome back.” You call out without looking back. Currently you’re hovering over the stove and whatever you’re cooking smells good. “Did you eat recently?”

“I had a quick bite earlier.” He says, undoing his laces so he can place his shoes by the door. Quickly, yet carefully, you scan him. Eyes darting around as you catalog anything noticeable at the moment. There’s a small cut on his lip and chin, his knuckles are unsurprisingly busted too.

“Go shower, I’ll patch you up after. No if, ands, or buts, mister.” You add before he can say anything. The slotted utensil in your hand pointed at him. Hobie gives you a look that makes you raise your eyebrow.

“Alright then.”

“Thank you.” You call after him. Humming back in response, he goes to his room.

Checking the food you decide you’re satisfied and could just let it simmer on low heat while you patched up Hobie. You set out the silverware and dishes to plate the food afterwards. Retrieving the first aid kit from under the sink along with swiping your small notebook from the counter you make your way to the couch.

Setting the kit next to you, you flip through your notebook. Notes on random things, little doodles, to-do lists and supply lists are scattered across the pages. Plucking a random pencil from the table, you add small things here and there. The dark blue graphite makes its mark on the paper while you wait.

At the sound of footsteps you lift your head up with a smile and set the notebook aside. “Alright, cmon.” You pat the space next to you as Hobie trudges over to you, shirt in hand. As he sits down you grab a bandage. You won’t have to clean the cuts since Hobie already did that in the bathroom. “Picked up some of those brownies you like, by the way. They’re in the fridge. I also made some fruit salad and there’s trail mix and granola in the cupboard.” Tomorrow you’d probably make a casserole too. It’d be nice to have Hobie around helping you. He’d only been gone for a few days but still.

“Peanut butter fudge ones from the bakery?”

You snort. “Of course. Who do you think I am? The trail mix is homemade too. Made it myself.”

“Aces.”

Picking up some ointment you held out your hand so you could deal with his knuckles. He places his hand in yours. “So how you’ve been? Not in too much trouble, I hope.”

“Wouldn’t really call it trouble. Just some necessary things to stir it up.” You raise your eyebrow. “And a bit of fun.”

“Just here or is this interdimensional fun?” Usually he said where he was going before he left but with how things are and how Hobie is, things just change. Before he left earlier this week he said he’d be in town, mostly, probably.

“Bit of both.”

“Now was the interdimensional trouble Spider stuff or just some visit?”

“Just a visit to Pavitr.” Apparently Gwen had been out on a mission when he checked the Lobby. “Y’know I can take care of myself. Nothing I can’t handle.” He says as you motion him to turn to check his back.

“I know you’re a tough guy with powers but still, everyone’s gotta have someone looking out for them. I’m always in your corner, I’m always cheering you on, okay? And at the end of the day I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

“ ‘preciate it.” He really did. Even if sometimes he thought it’s a bit much, because he didn’t really need much and what he did isn’t much in the first place, he learned to stop fighting you on it, mostly.

“Gwen’s always welcomed here too.” You worry about her too, ever since Hobie brought her back saying she was gonna crash here for a few days. The girl was a nervous wreck the first few days. Something was up. She told you eventually. Most likely after some casual, yet sincere, reassurance from Hobie.

This just made you a bit concerned about the other Spiders. You hope that the others all had somewhere to go at the end of the day. Even if it was just somewhere within the Spider Society HQ. That and the hope that they too had someone to come back to after every mission, even another Spider. The way Gwen had Hobie, Jessica, and Pavitr.

“She’s left a jumper here.” He says, which is not quite what you expected. You laugh a little.

“‘Course she did. She’s got a habit of forgetting things.” You say softly. “Pav’s welcome here too. Even if it’s just for an hour.” Pavitr had a loving home to go to so he didn’t come as often or stay as long. But he and Hobie were great friends and was just a general joy to have around.

“Pretty sure he knows. But I’ll remind him.” He adds and with the way your eyes light up a bit with that glow he’s gotten so familiar with he knows that was the right thing to say. He’s gotten to know you well enough, even if you didn’t hide much.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you lot get a home cooked meal every now and then.” You say as if you haven’t been doing that for Hobie for well over a year now. “‘Sides sometimes you’re not here to yell at the bastards on the street so someone has to.”

“Ya do a pretty good job at it. I tell off bastards wherever I go anyways.”

Chuckling you stand. “Speaking of home cooked meals, there’s one waiting for you right now.” He pulls his shirt on before following you to the kitchen.

Over your late dinner you and Hobie swap stories and talk about random things. The conversation follows you two as you clean dishes together.

Drying your hands on a towel, you say, “I know it doesn’t mean much to you, since you don’t need anyone’s approval or anything, but I am proud of you, you’re doing good things, Hobie. In and out of the suit.” He’d come a long way, pushing this world towards being better, freeing everyone.

Eventually taking more of your help and even moving in with you and allowing you to take care of him. Others came and went but you’d convince him to stay since he was a different case. In this dimension at least. You’d work everything out with him, as long as you knew he was safe or where he’d gone off to you were okay. The last thing you want to do is stifle or restrict him in any way.

“Someone’s got to do it.” To him, it wasn’t really much but he knew how much it meant to others.

“It’s nice to have you home.”

“ ’s pretty nice to be back.”

“Alright. You need to go to bed, you look like you need it. And tomorrow you’re coming with me to get groceries. Dawn’s got some new stuff in inventory too. They miss you over there.”

“Alright, Mum.”

You laugh. “Go to bed, mister. And bandage up anything else.”

“Goodnight.” Your name slips off his tongue.

“Goodnight, Hobie.” You pull him into a quick hug before letting him go.

You missed him a lot. He could be gone for weeks at a time or just for less than a day then spend weeks here in town. You knew he could take care of himself in a fight, verbal and physical. He‘a confident in himself and his beliefs. That never stopped you from worrying about him, knowing he was going up against things across the whole multiverse. But you’d move heaven and Earth to make sure he was okay, that he had a home, and nothing would change that.

Bonus:

5 minutes ago Gwen had appeared in a portal with Pavitr and Peter, Mayday in tow. They spoke about Miles and Miguel and multiverse stuff. You knew Hobie would go, both to help, to take down another messed up system and just because. Now you stand on your lawn with the group.

“You lot look after each other, alright?” Your hands rest on Gwen and Hobie’s shoulders. Pavitr in between them.

“We will.” The fire in Gwen’s eyes made your own heart warm. You’re proud of her and the confidence she’s found.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” They’re a team, friends. They’d come too far now to go back.

“You’re worrin’ too much honestly.” Even though Hobie knows you couldn’t really help it.

You bring all 3 of them into a hug. “ ‘m so proud of all of you. Go help Miles and come back to me, alive.”

“Like I said, ya worrin’ too much.”

Releasing them you instead grip your shirt.“Alright, go save your friend.” Probably the multiverse as well. You didn’t really understand it, there hadn’t been enough time to properly explain it.

Hobie squeezes your arm before turning to leave. You watch them go, waving. There’s a lot you don’t understand, but you know whatever they’re doing it’s something big and as proud as you are you just couldn’t help but worry, even with all their powers and skills. The whole Spider-multiverse is after them, along with the Spot. Whatever happens though, you know things are about to change.