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ā¹ļøLife Is Hard Enough, But Your Placement Is Even Harder ā¹ļø
We all know someone like thisāthe person who self-sabotages before they can reap the rewards of their efforts. The one who doubts everything, who constantly envisions the worst-case scenario, who never truly believes in themselves. The insecure thinker who second-guesses every thought.
Life itself can be difficult, but imagine itās not just lifeāitās your own mind making it harder. Even the most beautiful day doesnāt bring you joy. Despite your intelligence, youāre plagued by self-doubt. When people like you, you push them away.
These are the placements that make living in your own body a constant struggle.
Saturn in the 1st house: Your Birth Was A Debt š©
You were born with debtāa weight youāve carried since the beginning. Your life is long, but it feels heavy. Time doesnāt pass quickly; it drags, and you wish it would speed up. Nothing comes freely to you; even gifts feel like added responsibilities.
People forgot you were once a child. And even if they remembered, they cast you aside, leaving you to handle everything on your own. You are your own harshest critic, holding yourself to impossible standards. You never allow yourself to simply existānot as a child, not as a teenager, not even as an adult. Always thinking far ahead, yet somehow missing the only moment that truly existsāthis one.
Moon in the 8th house: Born Into Trauma & Pain š«
You were born into trauma. Your mother was depressed during her pregnancy, and your father was a controlling force, restricting her freedom. Their relationship was intoxicatingly passionate yet deeply damaging, leaving scars that never fully healed. They fought constantlyālove and pain intertwinedācreating a chaos that became your first reality. You were born into your motherās tears and your fatherās manipulation, into a bond forged by fear and suffering.
From a young age, you sensed it. Your cry wasnāt like the other childrenās. They moved on. You didnāt. You never did. The weight of your trauma lingers, emotions cutting through you like daggers. Darkness pulls you in effortlessly, and no matter how much light surrounds you, death lingers in the corners of your mind.
Sun Square Saturn: Lifeās A Bitch š¤
You feel like youāre living with a bag over your head, tape over your mouth, and handcuffs on your wrists. You want to express yourself, but you canāt. You want to explore the world, but something holds you back. You crave confidence, yet your inner critic whispers that youāre worth nothing. You long to live with purpose, but instead, youāre stuck in survival modeāforced to focus on things that drain you, that make you feel empty.
You accept misery, hoping that one day happiness will finally arrive. But deep down, you fear life itself. You believe you were dealt a bad hand, that life is unfair. No matter what, you struggle to see the positiveāsomehow, even the good turns into something bad. So, you sit there, the bag still over your head, the tape still on your mouth, the handcuffs still tight, waiting for the day it all ends.
Mercury in Capricorn: The Strictest Mind š¤
Your mind is never present. Mindfulness feels like an impossible task. Your thoughts are always focused on the futureāa future you feel pressured to live up to. No matter what you do, you never feel good enough. Your inner critic is relentless, tearing you down again and again, the worst bully you can imagine.
Even when you want to laugh and enjoy life, that voice reminds you to get back to work, convincing you that life isnāt meant to be funāand you believe it. Everything feels like a long, exhausting task, an endless to-do list, a never-ending wait. You sigh through every waking hour, not anticipating joy, only more work, more responsibilities, more challenges. You donāt see the positives, only the problems, and you feel expected to handle them all alone. Sitting with your thoughts only drags you deeper into cynicism, making even a moment of peace feel out of reach.
Mercury in the 12th house: GET ME OUT OF MY HEAD š°
You were never meant to rely on your mind the way you do now, and thatās the issue. Thinking feels suffocatingāyou just want to escape, but youāre forced to engage with it. Your thoughts convince you that life isnāt worth living, that youāll never understand yourself, let alone others, and that making logical sense of the world will always be a struggle.
Your mind defeats you before you can even begin. Itās not just doubtāitās sabotage. The more you think, the deeper the self-sabotage sets in. So, you try not to think. But the only way to quiet your mind is through sleep, alcohol, or substances, which only pull you further into self-destruction.
No one understandsāyou donāt want to think, youāre forced to. Your thoughts give you anxiety, but itās even worse when others expect you to speak or communicate in a certain way. The pressure suffocates you. And when you do think, it only leads you deeper into pessimism.
Pluto Conjunct Moon: One Step Away From Losing Your Mind š«Ø
You were born into a dark familyāa family filled with sick and twisted minds, criminals, murderers, and those who spiraled too far down the deep end. A normal family was never an option for you. Your parents may have tried to convince you that everything was fine, but you never felt right. Your home was eerie, filled with shadows, ghosts, forbidden corners, abuse, trauma, and pain.
Youāve never known what it feels like to be light, only the weight of tension, darkness, and toxicity. Now, you can never fully relax. Your emotions are in a constant state of turmoil. Your heart feels like a punching bag, absorbing blow after blow. You want to heal and move forward, but the grip of your past trauma holds you tight, making you obsessed with control. You canāt let anything slip from your sight or grasp. You refuse to show weakness.
Distrustful and paranoid, you struggle to let anyone in. Trust is a foreign concept, and no matter how much time passes, the past never fully loosens its hold.
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original chapter | series masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | pt 1
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f1news It's DNF for Norris in Austria! The McLaren driver crashed with the owner of the house, Max Verstappen, in the Red Bull Ring and was taken out of the race. The RBR driver lost his leadership, but finished P5.
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Caption: A very much needed home time for Mr Norris
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username6 good to see that lando is spending time with y/n and olivia ⤠he deserved some family time to recharge
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āŖyourusername Thanks, Osc! Love you ⤠Send love to Lily, btw
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username3 now can we please have a hard launch???
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pairing: young john f. kennedy/reader
summary: the summer before his graduate program at stanford, jack kennedy brings his new fiancƩe, president roosevelt's niece, out on a sailboat for some much-needed alone time.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: 18+, smut, some swearing, mildly dubious consent
taglist: @raspberryknees @saturns-flowers @vlyofthedolls @fortheloveofjos @h-l-vlovesvintage @astro-vibes-bro @neverellaxx7 @maudesgf @southernpopprincess @melancholicstation @secretwonderlandcheesecake @kennediva
a/n: first of all, thank you as always to @vintagedebutante for the beautiful moodboard photos!
this ficās based on a request i got a while ago for jack to be in an arranged kind of marriage with another socialite! i know it's short š« but i'm planning on posting another fic in the next few weeks. i hope you all enjoy this one!!
Youāre watching Jack Kennedy sail his boatāhow his flexing muscles shimmer like knots of cinnamon in the white sun, the way his golden-red hair ruffles around his ears in the fresh late-morning wind, the way his face glows pink from exertion and every few minutes heāll mutter something like, āEasy now, just like that, there we areā while easing the long wooden tiller back and forthāwhen, suddenly, the boat rolls over a particularly big wave and you start slipping from your perch at the edge of the deck.
But before you even know whatās happening, Jackās long, heroic arm comes swooping across your waist to yank you back to safety just as youāre about to tip overboard.
āIāve got you, Iāve got you.ā You feel his voice, urgent but still self-assuredly calm, on your neck. Then you feel his hot, furry thighs as you stumble backāor whatās more likely is that heās purposely pulling youāinto his lap.
A quiet groan escapes you. This is the last thing you need. The whole reason you left the cockpit to go sit at the far edge of the boat in the first place was to try and put some distance between yourself and him.
āAre you alright?ā he asks then, scorching you with one of those slow, coaxing smiles as he looms over you.
āIām fine,ā you say, and you realize from the sound of your voice that youāre a little breathlessābut whether thatās from the aftershock of almost falling or the jittery thrill of being pressed against him, you arenāt entirely sure.
This little voyage at sea is the longest you two have ever been completely alone together. Sure, youāve been technically alone for hours in places like the cinema hall or a restaurant on all of those ridiculous ādatesā your families would send the two of you on so you could be photographed together before they announced your engagement, but this is different. Youāre truly alone, without another soul in sight.Ā
Normally when you two find yourselves truly alone like this, itās only for a few minutes while Jack drives you home from one of those ādates,ā and it doesnāt take long before neither of you can handle the tension any longer and heās pulling over and unbuttoning your blouse. And youāre pretty sure he was envisioning something along those lines when he invited you and you alone out onto his boat the second his familyās breakfast picnic ended.Ā
Of course, youāre envisioning that, too. How could you not? For almost a half-hour now, youāve been forced to watch him in all his masculine glory, commanding the sea against the backdrop of the shiny Kennedy mansion on the horizon and the flapping American flag on their beachside lawn. Itās stunning, the way Jack looks like the total embodiment of the youthful, all-American manhood that he and his brothers symbolize to so many. And the fact that he just rescued you certainly isnāt making matters any easierābecause what you also canāt help but envision is the scandalous story that would smear across the society column of every major newspaper if an innocent, neighborly passerby boat happened to catch you and Jack with your hands all over each other in public, before you were married, no less. Your reputation would be in ruins. Your mother genuinely might never speak to you again.
The entire world, it sometimes seems, has been involved in every last little day-to-day moment of your courtship with Jack ever since your families first formally introduced you at a dinner party over a year ago now. But thatās the whole point, you suppose, behind two of the most famous families in America betrothing their children to each other. And now that, as of last month, you and Jack are officially engaged, the country waits with bated breath for the union between the handsome Kennedy celebrityāwho, come autumn, will be galavanting off for his glamorous first semester as a graduate student at Stanford, where heāll likely mingle among a swath of Californiaās finest singers and matinee idolsāand you. If anyone asked, you would say that the most notable thing about you is that youāve just finished your freshman year at Radcliffe College. A few years ago, you were dubbed āPresident Rooseveltās favorite nieceā by the New York Times, but in all honesty, you donāt actually have any reason to believe that your uncle prefers you over any of your cousins.
But still, under no circumstances, you tell yourself, will you let Jack make any sort of move on you out here on this boat. At least one of you needs to have your priorities straight.
āI told you not to sit up there, didnāt I?ā Jack is saying when you snap out of your thoughts, tilting his chin toward the edge of the deck where, moments ago, you were peacefully sitting. āRemember this next time you decide not to listen to me.ā
You canāt help but crane your neck back to try and study his face for some hint as to what heās really feeling behind all the sarcasm. Does he pity you for almost tumbling overboard? Or does he think this whole situation is just plain funny? Though either one would be sufficiently humiliating, youāre sort of hoping that, whatever heās thinking, itās now distracting him from any dirty thoughts.
But, alas, heās wearing his big, circular sunglasses, so itās really no use trying to read him. Unlike the rest of his features, his eyes are always so full of soul and emotion, and whenever you canāt see them, he suddenly becomes so distant, like a calculating secret agent whoās completely anonymous to everyone he keeps tabs on yet somehow knows all of their darkest secrets.
Your spine tightens then when you hear the faint chug of another boat cruising by, but thankfully, when you turn to look, you realize itās not coming close enough for anyone on board to see you in Jackās lap. Nevertheless, you twist out of Jackās arms, landing with a soft thud beside him on the wooden bench.
Jack chuckles then, a deep, slightly dark sound. You blow your bangs out of your eyes, trying your best to seem nonchalant while sparks go off inside of you at the sound of his laugh.
āWhyād you wanna sit so far from me, anyway, huh?ā he asks, sidling closer simply because he knows perfectly well that you donāt want him to.
The sharp contrast between his dark glasses and the bright, sun-reflecting tape across the freckled bridge of his nose is suddenly making your eyes burn, and you stare down at your sandals. You start to open your mouth to remind him that now isnāt the time or place to do whatever heās thinking of doingābut your voice dries out in your throat as he places his hand on your thigh and gives it a soft, playful squeeze. Oh, boy, you think. Here we go.
āWhatās wrong?ā Jack murmurs with exaggerated concern, an electric sound thatās followed immediately by the dangerous, hair-raising sizzle of his lips on your exposed neck. You suck in a sharp breath of air. āAfraid somebodyās gonna see us?ā
He moves your hair to the side and kisses your neck again. And again. You know you should move away but the heat from his chest has welded your body to the bench beneath you.
When he speaks again, his voice is suddenly lower and quieter than before, like thereās something inside of him that he, too, is now trying to suppress, to wrangle into control.
āThereās no need to worry,ā he says. āIf thereās a photo of me bending you over the deck in The Post tomorrow, Iāll make sure none of the blame falls on you. Iāll say I grabbed you and you tried your best to get away but I just wouldnāt let you go.ā
He chuckles again, and then, when you sense him suddenly pulling away, you canāt help but feel a clench of disappointment.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him reach up into the sails and bring the boat to a complete standstill in a whirlwind of brisk, whooshing movements. Then youāre being heaved onto his lap again, facing him this time, your knees thumping against the bench on either side of his legs.
You let out a small, shuddering laugh, pressing your hands to his chest. āOh, come now, Kennedy,ā you say. āAs romantic as it sounds, we canāt actuallyāā
He cuts you off by popping open the button on your shorts.
Youāre suppressing a grin as you try your best to push away from him, to squeeze your thighs closed. But his big hands close tightly around your hips, and in a sudden flash of riled-up aggression, he jolts you still with one sharp, warning movement. Almost immediately, you can feel bruises start to form under his fingertips, which makes your stomach somersault.
āKeep still, Y/N,ā Jack groans between clenched teeth, the corners of his mouth fighting off a smirk. āChrist. Youāre killing me.ā
Left with no other choice, you settle back down into his lap, and you quickly realize exactly what he meant by āYouāre killing me.ā The inside of your thigh brushes against a bulge in his pants that, you can only assume, was created by the friction from all your inadvertent grinding against him.
A shaky gasp leaves your lips then as his long, knuckly finger slips inside your zipper. When that same finger starts to move in slow circles over your clit, your head falls back and you breathe āGod dammit, Jackā to the sky.
āListen,ā Jack says into your skin while he kisses across the length of your collarbone, āI promise nobodyās gonna see us. Weāre far enough out.ā
He brings his free hand to cup your breast over your shirt, and your head tilts forward. Your forehead smushes against his, which, strangely, is kind of soothing. You take the opportunity to let out a deep breath.
āThatās it, kid,ā Jack says, his teeth brushing against your lips. āJust relax.ā
Into his mouth, you whisper the words, āI hate you.ā
One of his eyebrows twitches up over his sunglasses. āYeah?ā he says, and he suddenly sounds even more feverishly out-of-breath than you are. āYou hate me, huh?ā
He laughs as his finger increases its pressure, and a wave of pleasure so intense you feel like you could vomit cracks through your body. So much for trying to relax. Your mouth falls open, and as you gasp his name, you notice his mouth going slack, too, as he watches yours. An odd, gratifying tingle shoots down your back.
He increases the pressure again. āHow does that feel?ā he asks, blinding you with the cocky glint of his teeth. When you donāt respondābecause your deep-seated competitive side wonāt give him the satisfactionāhe closes your clit between his thumb and pointer finger in a gentle pinch.
You canāt do anything but groan as that watery pressure starts to reach a breaking point between your legs.Ā
In a last-ditch attempt to gain some semblance of control over the situation, you shove those god-forsaken sunglasses up off his face and back into his thick tangle of hair. But his eyes are so bright and so full of what looks to be some sort of boyish, appreciative awe as he looks up at you that, once again, youāre rendered stunned and powerless. Youāre briefly reminded of that old John Buchan quote you always felt described Jack perfectly: āHe disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.ā
āSoon,ā Jack says then, as if heās been waiting to say this until his sunglasses were off and he could truly look you in the eye, āweāll have our own house and the rest of our lives to be alone every single day.ā
The sun starts to melt out from behind a cloud, and Jackās eyes crease adorably around the edges as he squints up at you. You arenāt quite sure how to respond to his uncharacteristically sentimental remark, but in the end, you donāt have to. You hit your climax right at that momentāyou arenāt sure exactly why. But suddenly your whole body is trembling, and youāre gasping his name into his neck, sinking your teeth into his stubbly skin, digging your nails into his shoulders. You feel his throat vibrating as he groans along with you.
Just then, you hear another sailboat come putzing byāand this one sounds only a hundred or so feet away. Immediately, youāre ripped from the throes of ecstasy. You sit back up, heart jumping into your throat so fast you almost choke. You feel Jack tense up, too.
But then the man at the helm of the boat waves and shouts hello, and you feel Jack relax.
āAh,ā Jack says. āItās just old Mr. Newman. He canāt see well. Completely harmless.ā
āAre you kids behaving yourselves?ā Mr. Newman shouts jovially across the glittering water.
āAlways, Mr. Newman,ā Jack says, pulling his hand out of your shorts to wave back.
thank you for reading!!
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jason and his handsš«š« both in a sexual way but also just like⦠holding hands with him, feeling his callouses⦠but then also sitting in his lap, your back to his chest, as he lets his finger trail over your skin ever so lightly with his right hand while heās relentlessly teasing your clit with his left (heās just so left handed coded)
this is so funny bc i'm left handed like okay twinnn !! anyway i just like...i'm on the floor.
like, picture this. the two of you are in bed, his back to the headboard and your back to his chest. it's quiet, and the sun's just started setting. a warm spiced candle fills the room with a faint cinnamony scent, and you hold a book in your hands as the two of you silently read. his hands are on your thighs and you can feel the roughness of his callouses every time he moves them up and down, the scratchiness bringing an odd sense of comfort. you continue your reading, under the impression that he's following along with you until you feel his hair tickle your neck as he starts giving you soft kisses. you think, "yeah he's just feeling a little extra affectionate today." and flip to the next page, not giving it too much thought. but then his left hand moves further up your thigh than before, and very quickly finds it way into your panties. you don't pay him any mind, trying to keep your attention to the book in your hands. but soon enough, his fingers find your clit, and you squirm a little from the stimulation. you haven't looked at him once but you know that he's got a shit eating grin on his face right now, meanwhile you're biting your lip trying not to moan. but he's teasing you, refraining from applying enough pressure to give you release, while using his right hand to innoncently caress your thigh. god he's so annoying when he gets like this, because the book was just getting good but you know you're gonna give him what he wants.
(ohhhhh bitch i'm thinking thoughts, i'm thinking very nasty thoughts !!! you're sick for the ask but also...incredibly real)
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my youth is yours ā jeno

NOTE. hey š®āšØ sorry for ghosting
PAIRING. jeno x reader
GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst
SYNOPSIS. entering adulthood with you long-term boyfriend, jeno
WARNINGS. dis might hurt bc iz lil realistic š«
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Is love something you can learn, or is it engraved in your bones the moment you open your eyes to the world? Is it something you master, or something you feel on a random Thursday night after spending the day with someone who made your heart skip a beat? Is this something you develop after years of spending every moment of your life with the same person?
Because, to you, love means only one thing. Love can only come from one person. Love can only be felt with Jeno.
No, you didn't grow up together or meet in a special way. He was merely there, but it suddenly felt like more.
The two of you met in high school. It was nothing special. High school brings you into contact with a large number of people. You create a lot of friendships in high school. But it was Jeno, and one day you were paired up with him on a minor project set by your teacher because she would be gone for a short while.
Before long, a bond formed between you, blossoming into a friendship that extended beyond school hours. You'd hang out after classes, help each other with homework, and share late-night thoughts, and the absence of each other during the day would leave the day incomplete.
Everything proceeded at exactly an appropriate paceāit wasn't rushed or fast, nor was it painfully slow. It was just right with Jeno.
Looking back at your first few years with him, it seemed so natural and carefree. Seeing him was like having a ton of weight lifted off your shouldersāof course, the same is true for him. You appear as though you wince at his corny antics, but deep down, you both know that you feel the same way. He kept telling you, "Your love fills me up with so much happiness," at every opportunity he gets, and you love it every single time.
He radiates joy and warmth, and despite his kindness to everyone, he always makes you feel uniquely cherished. In his eyes, you're not just anyone; you're everything.
And it hasn't changed from high school to this point in college. As you approach adulthood, the love that accompanied your growth as an adolescent lingers.
Jeno's voice stops your thoughts with, "Bub, what do you want for dinner?" Glancing to your side, you notice him fixated on the road. After a long day at the university, you are currently headed home to your shared flat. Because you both decided to attend the same college and because it is obviously less expensive to stay in the exact same place, you both saved money for the apartment you are currently residing in. You both agreed that returning home under the same roof is the best choice for the two of you because you will both become busy over time.
When the red light came on, he looked at you and said, "Should we drive by your favorite restaurant and just order so we could go to sleep early?" after noticing that you were spacing out for the nth time.
"Huh? Oh, okay, bub. I'd love that," you replied upon hearing his voice, feeling as though you were suddenly snapped back to reality, anchored by the sound of his presence.
"You must be so tired, hmm? Is it Mr. Chua again?" he asked, his tone filled with understanding.
You chuckled at the mention of the infamous professor you often vented about. "No, he wasn't around today, actually. I was just really tired from all the lab work I did earlier," you replied, appreciating his attentiveness to your daily struggles.
He acknowledged your reply with a hum, and he skillfully threaded the steering wheel through the drive-thru. He ordered you your usual and gave you an affectionate smile. The vehicle filled with the soothing sounds of the radio and the faint hum of the air conditioning as the sun started to set. You felt warm and cozy even if the temperature inside the car was very cold because you knew that you were heading home with the love of your life.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, he reached out for your hand, and in a tender whisper, he said, "I love you," as he began parking at your apartment's parking lot. The simplicity woven into every second spent with each other, filled with love and care, is the kind of love that is true and right.
Your evening flew by, and your early bedtime goal was quickly abandoned as you spent the entire night watching movies with Jeno. However, when spending time with him replenishes you more than a peaceful slumber, what good is sleep?
Sleep is what your body needs, and you just ate your own words when you fell asleep on Jenoās shoulder.
He noticed that and chuckled lowly. He reached for the remote and quickly turned off the television before positioning himself to properly carry you back to your shared room. He knew that waking you up would be of no use because you are a very heavy sleeper, and you hate it when your sleep gets disturbed, so he tried his best to be as gentle as possible so you would stay in your peaceful slumber.
He laid down on his side of the bed after tucking you in and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
A lot of your evenings went by like that. Spending a quarter of your day in college and going home with him. It has become your perfect daily routine. Although there are times where Jeno fails to drive you home because of how demanding his course is, you end up going home alone, and commuting is an extreme sport. Sometimes, it will be too hard to hail a taxi because of the rush hour and all the other students going home at the same time who are also desperate to rest. Sometimes, even if it was Jeno who said he would come home late, you end up arriving home later than he did. But what is adulthood without a bit of suffering?
āLove won't make you rich,' that's what you heard from your mother when you said you were dating Jeno. Of course, your love hasn't always been a pleasant sight for everyone. You began dating in high school; of course, people would think you're foolish to enter into such a commitment at such a young age.
There are times when you wonder if your mother was right, especially when you and Jeno fail to pay rent on time, struggle to find part-time jobs to feed the both of you, and add your stressful college work to the mix.
But all your worries will soon disappear in the wind because it's Jeno you are facing those problems with, and eight years of sustaining yourself doesn't seem so hard because there is Jeno, who is your lifeline, your anchor, and your foundation. And even if the world turns its back on you, there is Jeno ready to face all of your worries, your fears, and your doubts because it's Jeno, the one who loves all of you.
"Good morning." You heard Jeno talk from the hallway.
You furrowed your brow in confusion. 'Why is he still here? ' you thought to yourself. It's Saturday, and you both have work, but your shift is at noon, so you didn't bother getting up early, unlike Jeno, who has a 9 a.m. shift.
Jeno has been waking up late several times since last month. If he is not absent, he will be late. It's always been like that. You haven't spoken to him about it yet. You have developed an unspoken rule in your relationship that there are situations that you can tackle on your own because you are both adults.
"Why aren't you at work?" You tried to sound as considerate as possible, but it's his life at stake and your apartment. If he doesn't come to work on time or at all, they will deduct his pay and, in the worst scenario possible, fire him.
"I don't feel well." He simply answered.
"You haven't been feeling well for a month. Wanna go to the hospital?" you suggested.
"It's not really that serious for a hospital, bub," he reasoned out.
"But it's serious enough for you to miss work for a month?" You said without looking at him, not being able to contain it anymore.
You heard him sigh before he headed to the bathroom, and you shook your head. Jeno, on the other hand, thought it would be best not to say anything.
You took your last sip of the coffee before heading to the sink, and you saw the overwhelming tower of unwashed dishes. It's 11 p.m., and your work is 20 minutes away from home if you are lucky enough to hail a cab the instant you come out of the building. Washing these plates will take a lot of your time, but if Jeno doesn't have the energy to wash them today because he is not feeling well, then that leaves you no choice. Good thing you already took a bath and wore your work clothes; you wouldn't have to rush later on.
It's times like these when you realize that you two are no longer the teenagers you once thought you'd remain forever. Those teenagers have now grown, with bigger responsibilities and greater disappointments to confront.
You finished the dishes and gathered your belongings before preparing to leave. However, as you reached for the doorknob, you noticed Jeno standing in the hallway, simply gazing at you.
"I will make it up to you," he said, and all you could do was smile at him before heading out.
All day at work, your thoughts were consumed by himāwondering if he had enough food at home and if he was resting well. This wasn't the first time you'd encountered issues between the two. Despite the absence of major fights and screaming matches, deep down, you knew that things were not okay between you.
After long, tiring hours at work, you received a text message from Jeno that said, 'I'll pick you up from work, bub. I love you.'
You smiled at the notification. He really was making it up to you, and you couldn't even be mad at him anymore.
And he's really there. As you closed the shop, not very far from where you stood, you saw him immediately. Suddenly, you are ready to face everything again because he is there.
You walked up to him with a huge smile, as if you hadn't worked for hours without a break. It was worth it when you're coming home with him.
The drive home was eerily quiet, with only the sound of your breathing audible amidst the corny jokes from the radio DJ. Despite the windows being open and the air conditioning turned off, the chill of the night air seeping in was enough to send shivers down your spine.
As the red light halted the car, you turned to gaze at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with the same love and contentment that had been evident in his eyes since your first year of high school. Now, after eight years together, you were both getting older yet still together, sharing each moment with him by your side.
You had hoped the problems were behind you, believing that your love and understanding would be enough to overcome any challenges that came your way. However, a week after your minor argument, Jeno attempted to return to work, only to find that his employer no longer wanted him back after a month of slacking. This turn of events took a significant toll on both of you, adding to the weight of your existing concerns.
"I'm sorry, bub. I'll look for another job next week, I promise."
The rent was due on Monday, and luckily you saved up enough money for three months after working extra hours since the start of the year.
"I told you to tell me if you have problems, didn't I? For a month, I didn't hear anything from you, and look where it got us? Jeno, it's our finals! We also have expenses for school, not just here at home! If you were too exhausted to work, then you could have just told me." All your pent-up frustrations spilled in an instant.
"I didn't want to burden you, love."
"Jeno, since when have you ever been a burden to me?"
He walked over to you and enveloped you in a hug, and that was when your tears began to flow. Both of you were graduating students, each with your own set of responsibilities and numerous financial challenges to navigate. In the face of it all, you couldn't help but wonder: Is love enough?
"Jeno, it's like I don't know you anymore." You began
"Bub, don't say that."
"I just want you to talk to me. Tell me your problems. I know there are things you can handle by yourself, but at least include me. You have me. I am here for a reason."
Both of you became even busier after that, balancing the demands of studying for final exams with juggling part-time jobs. Jeno faced the added challenge of finding work amidst his other commitments.
Your schedules became so hectic that you no longer went home together, and there were nights when Jeno arrived home so late that you would already be asleep, only to wake up to his departure in the morning.
Your entangled nights became two parallel lines. Quiet and comforting evenings grew even quieter without the presence of others. Every night, you realized that you and Jeno were both growing older and, simultaneously, growing apart. It's something inevitable, something you never wished for, yet something you are currently witnessing with your own eyes.
But growing apart is not contextually synonymous with loving each other less. The love is still there, and the care is still present. That is the reason why both of you are working so hardābecause you love each other.
Both of you became so busy to the point where your only connection was coming home to the same house. Suddenly, home felt like nothing more than four walls and a mini fridge, lacking the warmth of four limbs and lips to kiss.
But surprisingly enough, after many weeks, he offered to pick you up from work.
"Keep your eyes on the road," you told him when you noticed him stealing glances at you.
"I love you, bub," he said, prompting you to look at him.
You smiled and replied, "I love you more."
"When is your oath-taking ceremony?" he asked, trying to make conversation amidst the silent drive home.
"I don't know yet. Maybe a few months after graduation."
And then it died down again. But does the silence matter to you when, after so many weeks, he is here beside you again?
He is here.
And that's all that matters right now.
"Should we take the long way home?"
But even a single beautiful night couldn't alter the looming storm heading your way. It's a heart-wrenching inevitabilityāthe painful reality of growing apart.
With each "sorry, I can't pick you up" message and every missed call accompanied by a new excuse, the weight of disappointment settles deeper into your heart. Gradually, you find yourself numb to the ache, accepting it as the new normal.
"Bub, please respond," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion, as you left yet another voicemail after he missed your calls for the nth time. It's Saturday, and the rain outside matches the heaviness in your heart. You figured he must have finished work earlier than you, so you were counting on him to pick you up. But his cell phone remains unattended, and it's been 20 agonizing minutes of waiting in the pouring rain.
You hated the rain, and he knew that all too well. After a few more minutes of waiting in vain, you were left with no choice but to reluctantly take the train home alone since there are no cabs at this hour. The frustration and disappointment welled up inside you, reaching a breaking point.
"I'll sleep at my mom's house just for tonight. To cool off," you murmured to yourself.
At the train station, your phone buzzed incessantly, and when you finally answered, it was Jeno calling you countless times.
"I'm here; where are you?" his voice came through, accompanied by the sound of the rain.
"I took the train," you replied simply.
"You could've waited," he said, frustration evident in his tone. "I drove all the way here from work; it's almost an hour drive."
"I did wait, Jeno. What are you trying to imply?" you countered, feeling a mix of irritation and hurt.
You heard him sigh heavily on the other end of the line, and you pursed your lips in frustration.
"I'm tired, Jeno," you said wearily.
"So am I."
"Is that so? Okay, I'm sorry for making you drive in the rain. It won't happen again. And just so you know, I won't be coming home tonight."
Through days, weeks, and months of hardly seeing or talking to each other, you both somehow made it through college. Despite everything that happened, there's this overwhelming sense of pride you feel for each other. Maybe, just maybe, it was all worth it in the end.
The high school love you both shared has now transformed into something more significant. The youthful days you once had together are now just memories as you step into this new chapter of your lives.
It feels right with Jeno, but amidst the familiarity, there's a subtle shift, a tinge of bittersweet realization that things have changed.
Both of you have accomplished your dreams, reaching the destinations you once only dreamed of. You've arrived at where you wanted to be.
"Hey!" Jeno called for your attention. You turned and saw him adorned in his gown and cap, and a profound sense of pride washed over you.
You embraced him, exchanging whispers of 'I'm so proud of you' and 'You did well'. Yet it wasn't the same; it was different.
Both of you have grown, realizing that your teenage dreams have come true, and here you are, all grown up.
The love you once held so dearly in your youth has gracefully reached its final chapter. Staring into each other's eyes, there's an overwhelming sense of emotion, an unspoken acknowledgment that what once was no longer isāit's over.
"Thank you for loving me," he said. "Your love brought me here, bub."
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Headcanon! When Caracalla's mind gets rocky, Geta will hum the lullaby their mother used to sing for them to try and bring him back to earth.
Awee thanks Nonnie for ripping my heart out with this idea ššš¼āØš«
A playlist to cry to while you think about this idea:
Promise - Laufey
Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain
Like him - Tyler the Creator
Brutus - The Buttress
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I had some perspective altering sex with this Bharani Sun & Mercury man. He's been obsessed with me for over a year (idk what it is but men who want me, pursue me for years š³) and he calls himself my "admirer" and he's just madly blindly completely taken by me, I'd never casually say that about anyone but for a year and a half, this guy has been there for me in a way nobody ever has ššand he's never even met me. He came to my city today morning from ANOTHER STATE just to see me ššššand we had a great time just hanging out and stuff but then we went back to his hotel room and he was just being casual and just talking to me and stuff but then the vibe changed and I started to kiss him š³and then he stopped me and hugged me and said "I don't deserve to have sex with a woman like you. Please never forget your worth. You're so precious, very very few people deserve to see you naked" ššššš I felt so ???? like he's 34 and he's very protective of me in a big brotherly way and he's just always seen me in such a positive light??? and i felt kinda embarrassed š¤”and he literally just lay there hugging me and told me how I'll go very far in life and how I have a bright future ahead of me and how he feels blessed to even get to hold me like this ššš but then the vibe changed and he went down on me, and kissed every square inch of my skin and ate my šand idk if this is a Bharani guy thing but both arm guy and this guy (who I'll call bald guy because he's a skinhead) just stare at me lying down or lying on top of me and don't do anything ššš Venusian men are kinda awkward at making love I feel like??? Both of them treat me like I'm too precious to be fucked which I really like kinda tbh but sometimes you just want someone to fck you like a ragdoll if ykwim šššš and both of them say the same exact thing "I just want to take it all in" like ok king but I want to take it all in too ššINSIDE ME THO šš and I'm literally begging him to fck me and he says he can't š¤”š¤”𤔠and I was like huh š³ and he said he cannot bring himself to fuck me šš I WOULD'VE SCREAMED, like I'm horny out of my mind šand idk if y'all know what it's like to be edged BUT THAT SHIT IS PAINFUL šš« and I gave up and we're just cuddling and talking about stuff and he says "I love you, if you ever need anything I'm here for you, I've loved you for a year and a half now and I've always dreamt of saying it to you and now I get to, so here, I love you" šššš³š¤” and so many of his habits in bed reminded me of arm guy ngl šš¤” down to some of the things they said to me and the moment they said it etc š¤”š¤”𤔠it's the Bharani effect I think š³š³š³and by that point I lost all hope but then he started touching me again and finally he lost all self control and he was like fck it and FINALLY put it in šš and when i tell you, i saw stars š©š© but he lost his hardness and couldn't finish and said he wasn't feeling confident and I told him it's okay because I didn't even care about cumming at that point, I just wanted to be pounded into ššš and then we finally left šhe dropped me home in a rickshaw (he didn't have to come but he still did š„ŗ) and he spent hella money today just paying for everything š«¶ and in the rickshaw he told me "if anybody asks you who I am, tell them I'm your sugar daddy" ššš¤” he was just joking obviously but it kinda felt like it š³š¤š³
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Heeeyyyy,
I'm sure you've seen the school spirits trailer. What do you think. I'm so excited for season 2 š«
Also hope you're feeling better š
ooooh~ my sweet sugar pie. the theories i have are abundant and unhinged š some of them tie into October Sun, so i'm a little reluctant to share them but i'm happy to divulge what i can š»
firstly, i'm 100% sure Mr. Martin isn't working alone. there's a reason our sweet ghosties are there. a reason Janette stole Maddie's body to get out of there (for something more than "i'm sick of these 4 walls, i'm going crazy, get me out of here).
fun fact: "The National Emergency Alarm Repeater (NEAR) was a program developed in the United States during the Cold War to supplement radio broadcasts and siren warning systems in the event of a nuclear attack." i don't quite know yet if Maddie has anything to do with the fallout shelter but i find it interesting that her family name is "Nears" and she was knocked out of her body in a fallout shelter.
further, i have a feeling the fallout shelter is a liminal space where anyone could see ghosts.
interestingly, they're bringing in Yuri (which i did not see coming, but i am excited for). i'm curious to see what they're going to do with him. I think these kids were chosen for a reason; something i explore in October Sun, too, but i doubt, in the show, it's for the same reason š
i really want to know who Quinn is. i predict she's going to be a love interest for Simon. someone who "helps him through his loss" bc he now believes Maddie's ghost is a figment of his tortured mind š and i think Xavier might be able to see ghosts after being hit by the ass-end of his own truck.
Mr. Anderson comes back and i wanna know why, although my theory is he's gonna be able to explain why the ghosts are there in the first place. not necessarily because he's involved. i just think maybe his dad knows things or he has suspicions or something. he'll be a vehicle to get us to that conclusion.
i feel like the Maddie/Wally romance will be front and center although i still can't see how it'll work unless they bring everyone back from the dead. which... i don't think is the plan. but i could be wrong. still, Maddie/Wally endgame isn't possible if he remains a ghost and she gets her body back, soz. i have a feeling it's going to be one of those things where it starts with a specific couple and ends with that couple being separated and each person is in a different relationship. Ć la every incestuous CW show ever that ran for more than 4 seasons (i know this isn't CW but u get what i mean).
that's about all i can share without giving away anything from October Sun š i have so many thoughts and theories, and im' sure i'll come up with more after rewatching all the 'sodes that follow Homecoming...
love u to bits n pieces, babesā¤ļø tysm for checking in š
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Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 3/6
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Dominik is so annoying in this š«

Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.
Enjoy!
SzƩkesfehƩrvƔr. Dominik's hometown. A small community located about a forty minute drive from Budapest. Although SzƩkesfehƩrvƔr was far from as vibrant as the city of Budapest. The town looked more like a prehistoric gathering place for Lords and Dukes of the 1800th century. A place where the sun didn't look out from behind the clouds. A place that probably only had one unanimous shopping center where kids would lurk around what they believed to be a modern hang out.
"Uh, Dominik...?" You were skeptically looking out of the car window. A friend of his let you borrow it for as long as you were staying in Hungary.
"Yeah, babe?" Dominik's eyes left the road, turning to you.
"Can you tell me about your family again?"
"My family?"
"Yeah, like your siblings and stuff." It would be your first time meeting them. You wanted to know what kind of people you were dealing with, perhaps they were also as close-minded as Dominik's parents?
"Well, my younger brother plays football just like me."
"Really, in which league, Bundesliga?"
He chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He said but did not seize to laugh. "Let's just say my brother is still muturing when it comes to playing professional football."
Whatever that meant, you thought.
"My sister, on the other hand, you'll like her."
"I will?" You perked up.
"Yes, she's very much into fashion and that poet culture shit that you like."
"Wow, you just made me sound like the wokest black girl you've ever been with."
The creases in his eyes widened when he smiled. "Because you are the wokest black girl I've ever been with."
"Dominik, I'm the only black girl you've ever been with."
"True." He nodded and leaned over for a kiss.
You pressed your lips against his. "Idiot."
After a few more minutes in the car, Dominik pulled up to a lovely little home on the outskirts of the town. Your heart pounded in your chest once you realized that this was it. You were meeting his parents.
Dominik walked ahead of you towards the house. You had preferred to hold his hand. Nevertheless, with a knock on the door, he stepped back to stand next to you, waiting in anticipation for...
"Nikki!"
The door flung open, and a child sprung out of the house straight into Dominik's arms.
"You're home, Nikki, you're home!"
"I told you I was coming." Dominik twirled the boy around in his arms. They looked awfully alike, with the same carved cheeks and jet black hair.
"Benedek, who is at the door?"
With all of the commotion a woman appered, eyes wide at the sight of...
"Nikki? Nem tudom elhinni!" (Nikki, I can't believe it!)
"Anya!" (Mom!)
It was a heart-felt reunion. With Dominik putting down his little brother to embrace his mother.
"Mit csinƔlsz itt?" (What are you doing here?)
It was interesting. You had picked up a few Hungarian words after three years with Dominik. However, compared to his little brother, you understood nothing of what was coming out of his mother's mouth. She had a very thick accent.
"Benedek, is that you bringing cold air into my house?"
A loud thud came from inside the house. It got louder and louder until a large figure took up the door frame. A man, Dominik's father, appeared.
"Nikki?"
He wasted no time, rushing down the steps to greet his son. Dominik's feet left the ground as his father embraced him.
"Nem tudom elhinni!" (I can't believe it.)
His father's accent was also a very thick one, utterly incomprehensible to your ears.
"Hey?" You hissed. You were standing to the side, observing Dominik's heartfelt welcome home when there was a tugg at your skirt. Looking down, a pair of green eyes were staring back at you in wonder. Dominik's little brother.
"Are you my brother's friend?" He asked.
"No." You said in the most disgraceful attempt to speak Hungarian. "I'm not your brothers friend, I'm his...."
"Anya, Apa." (Mom, dad.) Dominik interrupted. With that, all eyes were on you now. "SzeretnƩm, ha talƔlkozna, Y/N, a szemƩlyi asszisztensemmel." (I would like for you to meet, Y/N, my personal assistant.)
As oblivious as you were, the mentioning of your name could only mean that this was your queue. "Hello!" You smiled. "It's very nice to meet you all."
Dominik turned to his parents, translating what you just said. They looked at you skeptically but nodded approvingly.
"Egy fekete?" (A black?) His dad scuffed. "Csak illÅnek tűnik." (Seems only fitting.)
"Zsolt." His mother frowned, slapping Dominik's father in the arm.
All you could do was keep smiling.
"CacsorÔra marad, úgyhogy viselkedjünk." (She's staying for dinner, so let's behave.)
"Yes, yes." His father muttered and gestured for Dominik's little brother to return inside with them.
You turned to Dominik, your only source of security in that moment.
"They like you." He smiled.
"Really?"
"Yes, let's head inside."
A sense of relief washed over you. You and Dominik were invited inside and were quickly ushered into the kitchen. It was obvious that Dominik missed his mother's cooking because he ate more than he does at home, and so did you. His mother was an excellent cook, offering delicious Hungarian dishes.
"Ugh, I think I'm going to explode." You said, having made it to the top of the staircase.
"Me too." Dominik groand. He carried your bags despite his swollen tummy, and for that, he deserved to be rewarded.
"What are you doing?"
You had gone to wrap your arms around his neck. However, Dominik flinched as you did. The first time, he has ever done such a thing.
"I...I just wanted to..." You were taken aback. A heavy lump clogging your throat.
"Baby." Dominik whispered. Why was he whispering? it wasn't late, his family were still downstairs watching TV. "Baby I'm sorry." He saw the hurt in your eyes. I didn't mean to...." There was nothing that could be said, the damage was already done.
"Nikki, is everything alright?"
There was movement at the bottom of the staircase, Dominik's mother, on her way up.
"Megmutattad vendégünknek a szobÔjÔt?" (Have you shown our guest her room?)
Dominik scratched the back of his neck. "No Anya, I was just about to."
"Rendben, szólj, ha kell neki valami." (Alright, you tell me if she needs anything.)
"Sure, mom, I will."
His mother gave you a friendly smile before returning downstairs. However, you were still in a bit of a shocked state to return it.
"I'll show you were you'll sleep." Dominik mumbled and made his way down the hall expecting you to follow him. You did, but only because you needed answers.
"Like I said, my parents are a little bit old school...." Dominik stop before a small room. You poked your head in to see that there was only one single sized bed.
"Um, what's this?"
Dominik sighed. "Y/N, let's not make a big deal of it. We're only staying for two nights."
"Yes, but..." You had no words. "You've got to be kidding me, though? We are sleeping together in the same room, right?"
No answer.
"Right, Dominik?"
He grabbed your bags and entered the room, placing them on the bed. You refused to move an inch, waiting for him to return. However, all he said was, "I'm sorry." And kissed your cheek before disappearing down the hall. You were left with more questions than answers, the biggest one being, "What the fuck was wrong with your boyfriend?"
Part 1 Part 2
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#football angst#dominik szoboszlai x reader#dominik szoboszlai x black reader#dominik szoboszlai imagine#dominik szoboszlai#dominik x reader#liverpool fc
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New Moon, New Beginnings - Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black Reader Pt 1 of 3(?)
Summary: Divine intervention dictates whatās to come under the New Moon
Word Count: 1.2k+
Things of Note: slight smut but not really. Itās more PG-13 than anything; spiritual things (girl [gender neutral] idkš); niggas is ovulating
AN: Lmaoo pls dont ask me what this is. Its getting longer than itās supposed to be so its gonna be split in two I guess š im still at work and want to go home but got this funky meeting after hours š« (its over now)
I literally started typing the idea for this on my phone on Friday but didnt realize I typed it out frfrš and then I saw two things yesterday that had me terrified related to getting pregnant on accident, even with all the planning soā¦.idkš
Im tired as hell. But yeah this was supposed to be under 1K but its way over
Imma post the second part later. Again idk what this is š and im not good at writing smutty things (its PG 13 fr tho). Anywho, enjoy I guessā¦.
You were on your bed scrolling on Instagram from reel to reel, liking and bookmarking some for later. It was the evening and you were very comfortable. Finally being able to rest from the long week before and soaking in your reprieve the weekend was bringing you.
That reprieve also included you getting the Sonic coins knocked out of you by your partner, Kelvin. Lord knows itād been too long since the last time you saw each other like this, had time together like this. Youād cobbled together enough PTO to take time off for 2 whole weeks. Doctorās and dentist appointments, visits to Costco and clothing stores, tickets to a show, and an entire week of not waking up to an alarm, only the rays of the sun, were what you had to look forward to, as well.
Kelvin padded his way into the bedroom, and your ears perked up immediately but you didnāt look up. You were trying to calm yourself, be cool. But he smelled so good, too good. And it made your mouth water, amongstā¦other things. When you felt him in the bed next to you, you looked at him and gave him a smile. He gave you a quick peck and body doubled with you, being on his phone as well. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweats and that goddamn green durag. You were beginning to grow feral and you hated it. You could smell it, and knew that Kelvin could too. Though he was staring at his phone, you could see the slow grin growing on his face.
āYou staring at me like you wanna eat me,ā Kelvin said with an eyebrow raised, still looking at his phone.
You bit your lower lip, because yes, you did. You were hungry for this man in a way that always made you feel like you were doing too much. Kelvin hadnāt minded at all.
You were trying to find the right string of words to say. You knew what you wanted from him: to be a perfect seat, a master with his hands, to piston into you like no tomorrow, to achingly tease you until you were left with no recourse but to beg and scream for him to let you release, and for him to let you do all the same. You adored the sound of a needy Kelvin, the look in his eyes and quiver of his lips; both as dominant and submissive.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a hand on your chin and a calloused thumb wiping your plush, bottom lip. You blinked your eyes, clearing the haze of thoughts away and found yourself face-to-face with your lover. He was licking his lips and biting back his own smile.
āYou were drooling. Literally,ā he said softly yet lowly.
āWas not!ā, you said accusingly while lightly tapping his chest.
Kelvin just raised an eyebrow and his eyes cascaded down. You followed his direction and saw the small stain of saliva on the sheets. You cringed a bit internally. When you made your way back up, you looked into Kelvinās eyes. The internal became external. You became a bit sheepish, embarrassed that you literally drooled on him. But the longer you stared, the less shame you began to feel.
You placed your phone on the nightstand and immediately straddled Kelvin. Like a magnet, he placed his phone aside and grabbed you by your hips. The press into your back dimples had you involuntarily grind yourself onto Kelvinās lap. He let out a hiss, as he came up to meet your core.
āDamn, baby. What happened to hello, how are you?ā, he let out with breathy laughter. You looked him over slowly, before making your way to his ear.
āHi,ā you said low and sultry. āIāve missed you and it feels like somebody missed me too.ā and bit the lobe of his right ear. Immediately, you felt the grip on you tighten, and the growing length below eager for its favorite sanctuary. And it made you gasp. One hand became a necklace around Kelvinās throat, while the other gripped the headboard for dear life. You knew what was coming and you were ready for it.
Dry humping was a lost art. It was deemed juvenile by some but for you the friction was everything. Building up tension before bare skin touched bare skin, slick and glistening creating your favorite kind of percussion. You breathed at Kelvinās neck, licking a stripe up from his collarbone. And he let out a signature āfuckā that was one of your favorite sounds. It made you smirk into his neck. A hand released from your hip and found your chin, Kelvinās reminder to look him in his eyes. He loved how confident you were when you were on top. Your eyes lit up in a particular way, drunk with the power he gladly let you have over him. This time though, there was something different about it, about you. And your smell. And the air of rosemary that was present throughout the apartment. A realization came to him and he paused. That pause gave him a pout and whine of disappointment.
āWhat?ā you whined, removing your hands from both Kelvin and the headboard.
Kelvin was smirking, finding something funny. If he didnāt explain himself in the next 5 seconds, no one would be amused. But his hands remained on your hips, making revolutions down to grab your ass cheeks and up again. The massage was soothing but also getting on your nerves.
āWait,ā Kelvin began, āitās the new moon AND youre ovulating?!ā Kelvin eyes began to widen, then darkened, becoming the personification of the purple demon, the both of you often sent in your many texts.
āOh, I see what type of time we on.ā Kelvin was now full Cheshire Cat and it made you annoyed. Sensing it, his grip on you loosened but still kept you in his lap.
You went for a light tap against his chest for another time, and Kelvin feigned being in pain. āStop that right now before those people hear you and I donāt wanna be hearing them,ā you warned him. Those people talked too much, made too much noise and you were definitely not trying to think about them while you were trying to put it on your man.
Youād done what you needed to do to welcome the new moon cycle. You cleaned the house, took a soothing shower. wrote down your intentions, manifestations and prayers, made offerings. And burned rosemary to cleanse the energy throughout your space.
Kelvin wasnāt always privvy to this. Most new moon nights, he never stayed over. It was a boundary of yours, so you could have time to yourself and pour into yourself. One night though, heād called you needing a place to stay after there was flooding in his building. And you couldnāt say no to him. But you were terrified because you didnāt want him to think anything bad of you. Logically, if he thought you were weird about the stuff you were doing, youād boot him and the two of you would be done. But at the time you wanted to keep him a bit longer, not ready to let him go.
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Again dont ask me what this is. Idek. I just wanna post something even though its ābadā so i can just put it out there and write all the other stuff. The second half will be posted when I finish my hw frfr š I got that shit everyday like damn! Anyways lemme go drive home. I hope yāall liked it or whatever. My brain is like on 4%.
[Part 2]
#slutsareteacherstoo#atiya writes#kelvin harrison jr x black reader#kelvin harrison jr fics#kelvin harrison jr x reader
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Jamie is my absolute baby! (I know heās a grown man-) I want to protect him with my whole life! how would the reader react to finding out Jamieās injured again and just taking caring of him. if it were me I would get the poor boy some good vitamins or something

heās just so princess it hurtsš« he needs someone to look after him
he needs to drink some milk or something i stg
also i just want to cradle him and tell him everythings gonna be okay
definitely not projecting
warnings: sad jamie
wc: 700+

Finding out your boyfriend was hurt, is never a good way to start the week.Ā
The joys of beginning the season seemed to come to a halt. Your heart physically hurt for Jamie, as you sat beside him in your shared living room. He had just come back after missing 90 percent of last season, due to his shoulder.
It was so unfair. Jamie was on the ice for two games before he was put out. You cursed the hockey gods for doing this to him. No matter how positive he acted around you, itās extremely hard to miss the deep sorrow embedded in his usually bright eyes.Ā
Jamie looked so defeated, his love for his job making this situation just that much harder. Other than you, hockey was the love of his life. You often made jokes with him about this, but all of that seemed so far away now. You tried your hardest to cheer him up, bringing him his favorite foods, watching his favorite movies.
Yet, nothing seemed to shake his disappointment. You could tell today was gonna be harder for him, since it was the first roadie the Ducks would be making without Jamie. The day went by slowly, mainly consisting of Jamie laying pitifully on your chest all day. Although, with the exception of doing some much-needed rehab for his injury.
You made sure to help him when he got sore or felt he couldnāt go much longer. You stood by his side, encouraging him and bringing him anything he needed. Now, Jamie would never expect or ask this of you, but he found himself thanking the world for sending you to him.Ā
The sun eventually set, and the night sky leaked into the atmosphere. You noticed Jamieās face fall as game time approached. You sat beside him, legs tucked under your body, as you rubbed soothing circles into his arm.Ā
āItāll be okay, J.ā You, of course, knew why he was so stricken over this particular game, but it still hurt to see Jamie so drained.Ā
He shook his head slightly, āIt just sucks. Like I canāt even physically be there to support my team!ā Jamie tried his best not to pour out all of his thoughts on you, not wanting to be a burden. But alas, you can always tell when Jamie is hiding something. The slight quiver of his lip gave him away every time.Ā
āThatās not all. Whatās really bothering you?ā You gently turned his face to meet yours. Tears welled in his blue eyes, threatening to fall with each passing moment.Ā
His emotions consumed him, overflowing at your delicate tone.Ā
āI just feel like a disappointment,ā His simple sentence was barely over a whisper, āI just signed a new contract, and then now what? Iām useless to this team, Y/n.āĀ
You felt a wave of disbelief wash over you. You knew Jamie was upset over his injury, you just never realized he blamed himself. Your heart broke for the brunette in front of you. You tugged him into your arms, letting him bury his head in your neck as he cried.Ā
You felt your own tears spring up at the sound of his distressed sobs.
Softly caressing his hair, you placed sweet kisses to his head.
āEverythingās gonna be okay,ā You reassured, āYouāre not a disappointment, sweetheart. You got injured, nobody could have predicted that.ā You slowly brought his head up, cradling his cheeks in your palms. āAnd I absolutely do not want you blaming yourself. Itās not your fault. You canāt control this, Jamie. But if there is anyone in the world who can overcome this, itās you. Besides, youāll come back stronger and better than ever.āĀ
By the time you finished speaking, his tears had stopped, leaving wet trails for you to gingerly wipe away.Ā
Jamie leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips, āI donāt know what Iād do without you.ā His eyes flickered to your lips once more, bringing your face to meet his.Ā
You served as his rock when he felt like his world was slipping away. And he knew, no matter what happened, hockey or no hockey, he would always have you.
#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale blurb#jamie drysdale x reader#jamie drysdale imagine#jamie drysdale fic#anaheim ducks#leawritesš
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So. I mentioned in the tags of one of my first posts back that I had to announce a few things that'd probably lose me some followers, but like I don't blame anyone if you do skedaddle because I know most of you are here for the monkie (totally understandable tho)
That being said I am no longer hyperfixated on jttw/Sun Wukong and that likely won't happen again for a while cause main the thing that caused me to clock out for so long kinda left a bad taste in my brain. However I will eventually come back to it. I can guarantee that. It just won't be for a hot minute (maybe who knows I can't control my brain lol)
As for the 10 billion asks I have in my inbox rn I'll be taking screen shots of the ones that have to do with monkie and such and putting them in a folder so that when I DO get back into jttw I'll just immediately start with those. So yeah if you sent me a really long ask FEAR NOT!š for I refuse to get rid of any of them š„°
With that information tho, I never really intended for this to be just a monkie blog that's just what my hyperfixation had been on since I started. But I also tried to force that hyperfixation to stay way longer than I should have so that I could keep making content that my followers would like which is a part of the reason why I needed a break for so long. I wore myself out, and I needed to convince myself that it was okay for me to make content that makes me happy too. š
Tho unfortunately that does mean all my current projects will be on hold and I'll be updating the titles on ao3 soon to On Hiatus. š
I ofc will still gladly interact with/absorb any art or writings inspired by or dedicated to my works even if they aren't something I'm currently fixated on because effort deserves recognition and I love seeing ya'lls stuff more than anything. š„° Same goes for any submissions with art or edits/videos.
Also I did finish my Triad AU Sun Wukong character sheet like... forever go and just forgot to post it. š¬ (I KNOW I'M SORRY! š) SO I'll be posting that soon once I'm done moving everything around and making things more manageable and āØļøaestheticāØļø on the blog.
Tho that kinda brings me to the next announcement I'll be merging my art blog and my spam blog onto this blog (so many blogsš«) cause honestly 4 blogs is just too much and I just wanna vibe š
š¤ lol
The last announcement is that once I'm done rearranging everything I'll be going through all my mentions that I've missed and checking out what you guys made while I was gone cause I heard from a few people that there's quite a bit š *much excitement* (on god I need an emoji that looks like it's vibrating because I need visual representation of how I feel like imma explode sometimes)
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Iām 24 and I just finished moving into my new apartment and I honestly with I had a big strong pro hero to help me with it because I am physically exhaustedš«
Moving sucks! Well I mean... the process of moving sucks lol I know how you feel, the last time I moved I ended up hibernating skskdjsk
Honestly this makes me think of Lemillion, and specifically pro hero!Mirio that we're still "talking to" :')) he seems so very nice but we're still sussing him out bc it's all new and fresh and these things take some time? Of course when he jumps to help you with your move though, he's definitely earning some points towards maybe taking things up a step!
With his big beefy biceps and beautiful blues, that wide smile of his and he's so eager to help you!
He'd be the type that sorts all your boxes into piles for him to bring up, and stuff for you. His side has all your boxes of books and kitchen appliances and stuff, while yours has stuff like towels and linens and bedding. You take up the couch cushions, he takes the couch. That kind of thing.
And even though he is obviously trying to take as much of the heavy lifting as possible, you still get tired, you know?? Up and down the stairs all day, and the early summer sun is no joke. So Mirio sees you start to puff and insists you take a break.
He tosses you a water bottle and has you sit down on the couch, which is still kinda haphazardly placed into your new living room. He says he'll grab the next few trips, so you get you watch him, his flexing arms, all veiny from his hero work, all his training. There's sweat beading on his forehead, shining on his neck and shoulders, he's wearing one of those deep blue stretchy tanks and those mid-thigh cargo shorts that give you a nice view of his thighs (huge of course, bitable)
When the truck is finally unloaded, you're stuck looking at this mountain of boxes and you can feel the organizational dread sinking in, but Mirio just takes your hand, smiles and asks if you want grab dinner for a little while instead. "No need to jump right in, it can wait!"
He takes through your favorite drive thru, even though he's got his sunglasses and cap on you can tell the giggly cashier still recognizes him, but he doesn't even comment, turning back to you as you wait for them to bring the food out. He finds an empty street to park on, and you're both just eating and talking and enjoying the breeze. Cracking jokes about the hero gossip he's privy too, like who's flirting with suneater these days, and how much trouble Deku's fangirls cause. Just easy, silly chatting that shows you just how comfortable it is to be around him.
After he finally drops you off to your apartment, it's starting to dip past dusk, and you thank him for all his help making today easier, bracing yourself for the disaster that's awaiting you. But Mirio catches the door before it can close, and you try not to take note of the size of his bicep (seriously, it's right in front of your faceānot an easy task). And he's just smiling at you, but this time there's a little more there, something a little warmer, a little more intense, and your heartrate starts to pick up.
"Naw, c'mon I can't leave you with all this. We started this together, we'll finish it together. Even if it takes all night."
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rereading lsts and remembering how much I love them š„¹š„¹
thank you so much!! š„¹ i love them too, below are a few more baby and parenting hcs because they've been haunting me lately
while aemond's first on paternity leave naerys takes most of her naps in his arms (assuming he's not helping luke with something else) because why would he put her down in her crib if he's there?? doesn't make sense š¤Ø
naerys's FAVORITE game when she's a baby is Foot Telephone, which ā exactly how it sounds ā consists of luke pretending to use her foot as a phone. she thinks it's hysterical and loses her little mind laughing every time ("hello?? police?? i'd like to report a crime š¤Øš¦¶š» this baby is TOO cute!! š š„°" "šš" "AND smelly!!!! šš« she needs a bath š¤š" "š¤£š„°š¤£š¤£š„°š")
when naerys is around 4 months, so she's still in the bassinet in luke and aemond's room, she figures out how to lift up her legs and drop them. she drives luke mildly crazy for a few weeks with the both constant and irregular sound of her little feet thudding on her mattress while they're all trying to sleep š„²
luke and aemond refer to aerea's nursery as her "pit" when she's a baby because she sleeps best in complete darkness, every time luke closes the black-out curtains while he's putting her down he's like "say bye bye sun!! š„°" š
aemond doesn't wear an eyepatch to sleep normally but he does start when he becomes a dad ā the kids have a habit of climbing into their bed and they're pokers š„² they know to be gentle with daddy's eye but you never know lmao
alicent makes luke and aemond bring baelon to sept after he's older than a literal infant exactly one time :) she loves all them dearly but the proceedings of that day led to her never asking them to bring any of the kids to a religious event ever again
they try to keep the kids relatively screen-free within reason but they'll sometimes steal luke or aemond's phone. one day aemond's scrolling his camera roll and finds 15 videos of what he previously thought was a fictitious frog waterpark his daughters made up (he decides it's fine considering the frog hopped back to the polly pocket slide for more by himself each time š©)
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i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.
pete the cat
leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album
doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)
garfield
polo shirts
jennifer Lawrence
ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream
also preachers daughter by ethel cain
chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea
the cat emojisšøš¹šŗš»š¼š±š½š¾šæš
saw iii angel trap
baggy black jeans
eyebrow slit
my old black lace up boots
ada wong microwave edits
ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...
people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce
gardettos
poetry i relate to
wham! last christmas pudding mix
considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)
christmas (ofc)
80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)
sad brokeback mountain edits
angel/religious imagery, iconography, references
alvin (and the chipmunks)
spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"
trail mix
children of men last 40-45 mins specifically
tajin watermelon/peach rings
ikea model hand š
pinterest
fuzzy socks
bti cg
ghostbusters
life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"
classic movies
when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmaoš)
caramel coldbrew m&ms
(green) mechanical pencils
santa alter ego
mr x thomas the train mod in re2
weird/unique compliments
wearing jewelry
bolos or ties
my green skull necklace ilyyy
elektra from marvel (comics)
my handwriting idc if its messy
"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta
"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta
pretending im a man
"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"
songs that begin like other songs but arent that song
12 am bathroom concerts
ppl who look unique
uno +4 cards
hawaiian shirts
(organized) clutter
bjork
keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)
messing around in big stores
whole lotta red christmas ver.
baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)
we are the people by empire of the sun
mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHHš©
a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke
updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"
we cry together clean ver.
being a lesbian so glad i dont like men
"walmart version of justin bieber"
grey spelled w an e
"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos
pretending im not living my own life
ornate things
going through old closet/junk
laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)
making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios
pajama pants
"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"
johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)
leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits
temp tattoos
roller skating
gorey/grotesque drawings
goretober
jar of flies by aic
pitbull mr worldwide mr 305
kevin gates ethical freak concert
jane from breaking bad
harris/chares my snake
painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish tyš«
hash browns
mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)
smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued
eyeliner in my waterline
fake fruit in stores
deep red roses
george harrison
mix matched socks
coconut/lavender smells
coffee flavored things
soggy purple grapes
cashews
funky eyeshadow colors and palettes
my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)
cherry flavored things
drawing on a mustache
turquoise and silver jewelry
samples in stores
physical touch (never get anyš¼)
purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)
gingerbread smells
my gta character
keyboard spam
smelling candles in stores ofc
carmex chapstick
gum / altoids (the pink ones)
silver jewelry/rings
last.fm
pineapple flavored things
mascara on bottom lashes
brownies
doawk
being a cowboy ig
no doubt
"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"
"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio
my celeb crushes
scooby doo characters
drawing crude cat drawings
catch me if you can
nacho from better call saul
chicken taquitos
aloe vera gel
i am mclovināļø
these emoji combos: š¤ š«, š
š, š¹š«µ
hoop earrings
commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard
q tips
drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)
hair clips
xiuxiu
sky lights
fargo movie woodchipper scene
spotify obvi
#lmao#ethel cain#music#garfield#girls who like girls#likes#my stuff#random#cats#escapism#poetry#rant#idk man#wishlist#this is what makes us girls#life is strange
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