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frannyzooey · 5 months ago

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Short Days, Long Nights: One Shot

Series Masterlist

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

A/N: I missed them, so here you go ❤ one million bajillion thanks to @bageldaddy for looking this over and for typing the words "do a crux check, I think it's here like five times". She was right, as she often is 😌

The brothers ride in silence, snow crunching under the hooves of their horses. Everything covered in a fresh blanket of white, they leave fresh tracks behind them as they make their way towards the gates.

“You gonna tell me what your problem is?”

Joel glowers, his grip tightening on the reins. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

Tommy smirks, a white cloud of heat puffing from his nose. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

A muscle in Joel’s jaw ticks, but he says nothing. He shifts in the saddle, his thighs squeezing to spur his horse on faster.

It’s fuckin’ cold, and his knees ache.

“I think you scared ‘em,” Tommy says, flicking his chin towards the two riders behind them. The boys – new to patrol – give them ample space, their skinny frames swathed in coats in their seat in the saddle. “Just about tore their heads off every time they made a mistake.”

“They shouldn’t be makin’ em,” Joel replies easy.

Tommy laughs. “Like you never made a mistake in your life.”

Joel shakes his head, squinting at the brightness of the fresh snow. Each night has brought a fresh few inches, and he wonders if the kids have been outside in it. He pictures them making snow men, building forts. The snowball fight they had last week with the neighbor kids comes to mind, and a warmth fills up inside of him. Snow wasn’t a thing for him when he was growing up – not in Texas – and he’s glad they get to experience it.

Even if it’s cold as shit.

He pictures the front window of the house, the warm glow it would cast across the snow as darkness falls. You in the kitchen, maybe, and the constant movement of the kids. The image invites him even from beyond the gates, and sighs.

Tommy continues to poke, in the way that only little brothers can.

“Oh, I get it. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Joel frowns. “Since what?”

“Since you got some alone time. With your wife.”

Tommy’s eyes are bright with teasing, and Joel would normally rise to the occasion – but he doesn’t have it in him. Instead he gives his little brother a sidelong glance.

Tommy chuckles. “I knew it.”

“Hard with all the kids in the house all the time,” Joel grumbles. “Always underfoot, never giving us a moment’s peace.”

“Seems like every time you get a moment’s peace, you end up with another kid, brother. Maybe it’s a good thing.”

Joel shakes his head again, the edge of his mouth lifting for the first time in days.

“It does, doesn’t it,” he says, and Tommy laughs.

“Let me take those little monsters for you,” he offers. “Maria’s been wanting to see them anyhow, and then maybe you won’t walk around anymore lookin’ like you wanna fight anyone who steps in your path.”

Joel scoffs, though he doesn’t argue.

The gates of the settlement come into view, the guard towers built along the top capped with mounds of snow. He pictures the bustle of people that will appear when the gates open – the mess hall, the stables, the familiar facade of the town he’s come to recognize as home. And somewhere, in all that, you.

His mind strays to the image of your face: your beautiful, soft smile, the warmth of your body that he’s missed at night. Weighted heat builds low in his hips, and he begins to thicken underneath his fly.

“Goddamnit,” he mutters.

It really has been too fucking long.

“Tonight,” he says to Tommy, giving him a look. “Can you take ‘em tonight?”

Tommy grins.

–

Joel needs to see the little monsters first.

He needs to listen to June’s endless chatter as she curls up next to him on the couch, wants to see Hank play with his trucks on the carpet, needs the weight of Dolly sleeping body on his chest. His lips brush her downy curls, and he relaxes into the cushions of the couch, surrounded by his children.

“Yea, darlin’” to June, and “tell me more, bud” to Hank and murmurs of “hey, sleepy girl” to Dolly.

His head tips back against the couch, his eyes closing for a second.

“You gonna make it, old man?” you tease, tucking a sleeper into the backpack in front of you. A teddy next, a blanket following it.

He turns his head to look at you, and his eyes slip down your body and back up again. He’s been half hard since the second he pressed a fleeting kiss to your mouth in greeting when he walked in the door.

“I’ll show you old man once these kids leave.”

Your movement halts for a split second, and the corner of his lips tip up as you start to pack faster.

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You’re still tidying the kitchen when he gets back from Tommy’s.

“I thought I would have more time,” you frown, scooping up the dinner plates to set them in the sink. He stands at your back, his hands curling around your hips to pull you close. His mouth brushes along the column of your neck, his beard tickling your skin. “I wanted to be upstairs, waiting for you. Assuming you’re still up for–”

He turns you, cutting off your sentence with the press of his mouth.

It’s been so fucking long. So long since you’ve really kissed him, too long since you felt his strong grip, too long since you’ve done anything more than a peck here and there between the daily chaos of life. Patrol, the green house, your duties around town, the kids – too many nights have gone by with you falling asleep on the couch while he picks away at his guitar, or collapsing into bed together the second the kids turn in.

You’ve missed him, and you can tell by the way he kisses you, he’s missed you as well.

His deep kiss lingers until he breaks it, resting his forehead against yours.

“Dance with me, honey.”

A smile curls at the edge of your lips. “There isn’t any music.”

“Never stopped you before,” he replies, kissing the corner of your mouth, guiding your arms to wrap around his neck.

Every time he mentions your time at the cabin, a sweet ache blooms in your chest. A time when it was just the two of you, nothing to exist on but the sustenance found in each other. A private, tender time, full of intimacy and closeness, of quiet peace in a world filled with anything but. It’s not like you miss it compared to the safety of Jackson, but…sometimes you do.

You’re reminded of it in the mornings, with his warmth curled along your spine, his nose tucked into the nape of your neck.

You’re reminded of it when you work alone in the garden, the kids down for their naps.

And you’re reminded of it now, as he turns the two of you slowly in a room with no music.

Drawing him in, you bring his mouth to yours. You lean into his sturdiness and breathe him in, your fingers slipping into the curls at the nape of his neck, and he sighs, melting under your touch.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss and his hands cup your cheeks, his fingertips brushing against the curve of your jaw. Shuffling his feet forward, he guides you towards the counter until the edge of it presses into the small of your back. His mouth moves with more intent, and the toe of his boot nudges your feet apart, making room for himself between your thighs.

“Upstairs?” you mumble against his full mouth, and he shakes his head.

“Right here.”

The husk in his voice makes your eyes flutter shut, an instant liquid heat pooling in the cradle of your hips. It intensifies when his hand takes your own and he slides it down his torso, your fingers brushing over his belt buckle. Lower still, and he wraps your fingers around the heft of his cock, clearly outlined through his jeans.

His hips buck forward into your touch, and a soft moan breaks free of your throat.

“You really did need it bad, huh?” you tease, a breathless thing dripping with your own want.

“So bad, honey. So bad.”

His fingers work the button of your pants open, and you start doing the same to his belt buckle until he swats your hands away, and starts tugging at your pants and underwear. Kneeling, he drags them over the curve of your ass and down your legs, his mouth laving hot kisses along the front of your thighs as he helps you step out of the fabric.

“Joel, your knees. Baby, get off the floor.”

He pays you no mind, his hands forcing you up onto the counter. Spreading your thighs, he shifts closer until his mouth hovers right over where you need him the most: your gleaming, soaked center.

“Fuck my knees,’ he groans, leaning in for a kiss.

Your head tips back against the cabinet with a small thud, your fingers pushing through his hair. You flex your hold, the strands silky underneath the palm of your hand, and he lets out a muffled groan into your center, smearing his tongue flat up the center. He slides it over the pearl of your clit, circling the bud a few times as his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs. He laps at your clit, taps it with the tip of his tongue, slides his tongue around and then over it, over it, over it and when you start to rock your hips against his mouth, he latches onto it with a gentle suck.

“Oh God,” you breathe, your hooded gaze fixed on the crown of his dark curls. His brow furrows in concentration and pleasure, his whiskers catching the delicate skin on your inner thighs and when he presses himself even closer to bury the bottom half of his face, you arch your hips up to meet him. His hand slides up your side in a weighty drag and palms your breast in a full handed hold, giving it a squeeze as he sucks harder. Focusing on the pebbled peak he feels underneath your shirt, his thumb drags over the bud and you feel it between your legs, in time with the steady licks of his tongue.

Your thighs start to tremble against his cheeks, and his hand curls around the bottom of your knee, pushing your leg up to rest your heel on the counter. The position spreads you wide open for him, something he takes advantage of to slip two thick fingers into your soaked core. They fit in snug to the knuckle; your other leg crooked over his shoulder with a tense hold as he starts to stroke a spot deep inside. His full touch tucks tight against your walls, the pressure paired with the wet glide of his tongue tips you over the edge of your release, your moan joining the sound of his.

His knees crack when he stands, and his lips slide against yours. His mustache and chin are damp with you, your taste in his kiss and you deepen it, winding your legs around the back of his thighs to pull him closer. He palms your bare ass, grinding his denim covered crotch against your slick curls. His movements get faster, more desperate, and then he pulls back, his gaze dropping down to watch as you roll your hips into his.

“If you don’t stop, honey, I’m gonna fuck you right here on this counter.”

His words are a low threat, that rumbles from his chest, his eyes never leaving the crux of your thighs.

“Do it.”

Your own gaze is fixed on the bulge behind his fly; your cunt an empty, needy thing. You know just how well he fits, just how good it feels when he slides inside. Snug and thick and filling and your eyes close, a frown pulling at your delicate features.

“Please.”

“If I start here, I won’t be able to stop. I wanna lay you out.” He leans forward, crowding you against the cabinets. “I wanna fuck you too hard for this counter top. I want you too much.”

The words make your stomach drop with need, and you grab his face to pull him in for a frantic, consuming kiss before pushing him back so you can slide off the counter. You can feel him right on your heels as you race up the stairs, a laugh bursting from you when he slaps your ass on the way up. He rushes you through the bedroom door, his hands already grabbing at your remaining clothes.

“Come on, mama. Take that shirt off for me.”

“You first,” you reply, tugging at his blue button down. The snaps pop open in a straight line down his chest, and he tugs it off, flinging it onto the floor. You strip with him: first your top, then your bra. Sliding onto the bed naked, you watch him peel his jeans down his legs. His briefs go next, and your thighs part to make room for him as he crawls on the bed to join you.

Your bodies are a tangle of limbs lying sideways across the bed, his mouth presses against yours the same time his hand dives down to line himself up. The crown of his cock slips right in, and his hips drive forward, forcing you open around him.

“Joel,” you moan, your eyes closing tight.

In the cabin, sunlight pouring through the window across your writhing body, his shoulders between your thighs and his face buried at the crux.

“You feel so fuckin’ good. So good,” he breathes, rocking his hips against yours.

In the woods, the bark of a tree rhythmically scraping against your back, the hot pant of his breath across your skin.

His low groans blend with your softer, higher pitch ones as your fingers dig into the meat of his ass to force him deeper.

Clothing scattered on the bank; shadows scattered across the rounds of your bare shoulders as you ride him, taking him inside you again, and again.

Heady need blooms behind your belly button, your toes curling as your heels dig into the back of his thighs, and every rock of his hips against yours is a filling stroke, a smooth slide forward and back. Whole is what you feel – pressed underneath the weight of his body, the heat of his skin flush with yours, his cock filling every last open inch that belongs to him.

Threading your fingers through the gray at his temple, the open, pleading expression on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

“You gonna come again, honey?”

You nod frantically, the roll of your hips picking up pace. Your nipples tighten against his chest, the hair there scraping each sensitive peak. He braces himself above you, his fists curling into the bedding as he fucks you harder, deeper.

A shudder slips through his solid frame as he watches you come underneath him, and his hips stutter, a deep, reluctant groan rumbling from his chest as he pulls out. Sitting back on his heels, his fist works his cock with an audible, slick pump.

“Where do you want it this time?”

It’s a question he asks now. Jackson has birth control methods, but with scarce supplies, they aren’t something you can always get your hands on. Condoms are more readily available, but you hate the thought of a barrier between the two of you.

Instead, you push your breasts together in a silent invitation, and shift closer to him, positioning his cock right above your chest. The view of his broad chest and strong shoulders has you biting your lip, his arm flexing as he pumps his thick cock filling your vision and your thighs squeeze shut, even though you are more than satisfied.

“Play with ‘em, honey,” he begs, his deep voice straining.

You do, and with one of his hands wrapped around his cock and the other gripped white around the top of the headboard, he comes in spurts across your chest. You keep playing, smearing the milky pools across the tops of your breasts, circling the tight buds of your nipples until they are glistening peaks as he works every last drop out of his cock, and sated, his frame finally relaxes.

“Jesus,” he sighs, dropping down on the bed to lay next to you.

You roll onto your side, your skin damp with his release. His pulse is a steady drum underneath his skin, his cheeks are flush with heat, and the gray along the curve of his jaw stands out even more in the dim lighting of the bedroom. He’s older now, the physical signs more visible. Lines that surround his eyes, more gray threaded throughout his hair — but his hunger is the same. Still the same needy, firm grip love that you’re used to; his calloused hands sliding over your skin. Your gaze slips down his strong profile, lingering on his parted lips and you shift closer to him, tucking yourself closer.

He cracks an eye open to look at you, a dimple appearing in his cheek when he grins. Rolling onto his side, he faces you, slinging the weight of his arm over your waist.

Your fingers brush along his collarbone, and for the first time in days, you feel yourself fully relax.

You know patrol is part of the many pieces keeping this community together, but you’ll never get used to being separated, not fully. You’re half of a whole when he’s gone; half of your heart venturing out into the dangerous world. You’re tense from the second he heads out to the stables until the moment you see him through the front door.

With him finally home, you breathe him in, curling closer. Right where you belong.

His thumb brushes along your cheekbone, and you smile.

“You’re so beautiful, honey.” His nose skims along yours, his lips brushing over your cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. It’s hard to sleep without you here.”

The kiss he gives you is slower this time, more lush. His mouth molds against yours, savoring your familiar taste and you swallow his soft groan down, holding him close. He starts to fade, his kisses slowing into lingering, soft presses.

Rain sliding against the window, flashes of lightning illuminating his profile.

His mouth stops, his eyes fluttering shut. He sleeps the way you never saw him sleep on the trail, the way he was never afforded before the cabin either. The way he probably couldn’t while on patrol, either.

A book resting open and face down on his chest, his breathing steady and deep.

A bone-deep sleep, sated and safe.

Still, when your thumb skates across his full bottom lip, his mouth purses – an unconscious kiss, even from the depths of his slumber. His hand flexes, smoothing over your skin.

Reaching for the light, you click it off, and pull the quilt over the two of you.

Another worn quilt, another bedroom.

Tucking your face into the space between his chin and chest, you close your eyes.

#joel miller #joel miller/you #joel miller/reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction

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karlachfan87 · 7 months ago

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roblox pressure fans don't be ableist challenge

edit: read the second part first

#fuckkkkk zeal too btw #chi chatters #you cannot add an imaginary friend paranoia monster that CAN ENDANGER PEOPLE WITH MENTAL ILLNESS IRL AND YOU CANT TURN IT OFF!!#discourse #roblox pressure

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sincerelyyycece · 11 months ago

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i'm letting go.

Y/N finally had enough of being James’s backburner

note: modern au, this is a part 2 of my “hey, are u still there? …good.” fic, inspired by niki’s song again but this time it’s “oceans and engines.”

tags: @dearmy-diary @moonteaxw @xcinnamonmalfoyx @box-of-kinderjoy @hisparentsgallerryy @alittlebirdswhisper @chi-ara (i can't seem to tag the last two accounts.)

A symphony of heartbroken tears and quiet, mournful sniffles echoed throughout the room, rebounding off the cold, stark walls and filling the silence with their melancholy. "Here we go again," she mused to herself, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips as the painful reality of her situation hit her once more. Her gaze, heavy with unshed tears and the burden of heartbreak, fixed on the seemingly innocent photo of James and Lily, both ignorant of the emotional turmoil their image was causing.

As she studied their smiling faces, her heart, already fragile and wounded, sank even deeper into the abyss of disappointment. The realization that she had been cruelly sidelined for Lily once more was a blow she had not anticipated, a betrayal that echoed in the silent room. She could almost hear the sound of her heart shattering, each piece a testament to her unrequited love for James.

A nauseating wave of regret and self-reproach washed over her, threatening to drown her in its relentless current. As she pondered her own naivety, she wondered how she had allowed herself to fall into this trap.

What had she expected?

Did she truly believe that this time, against all odds, he would choose her?

How foolish she felt, how incredibly naïve she was for ever believing him!

Her eyes narrowed at James's enthusiastic grin, a stark reminder of the shared moments and whispered promises. She remembered how he had once smiled at her in the exact same way, his eyes twinkling with mischief and unspoken promises. How easily she had fallen for that smile, and how bitterly she regretted it now.

With a deep, shaky breath, she forced herself to look away from the picture, her hand moving to wipe away the stray tears that had begun to fall. She knew what she needed to do, as much as it hurt her. She had to let go. She had to let go of James, of her love for him, and of the hope she'd been foolishly clinging to.

She gazed at her phone, James's number illuminating the screen. Another shaky breath escaped her lips as she summoned the courage to press the call button. The room filled with the familiar sound of ringing as she anxiously awaited his response, her hands trembling with nerves. Thoughts raced through her mind as she contemplated the words she intended to speak to him.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, uttering a soft "Hello?" Her breath caught at the sound, her heart skipping a beat. Faint music played in the background as he called out her name, "Y/N." She swiftly composed herself, resisting the urge to melt at the sound of his voice. "Are you there, Angel?" he inquired, his tone gentle. Her throat felt parched as she struggled to form words, her mind urging her to speak, yet her voice failed her.

Frustration washed over her as she sensed the distant sounds of music and chatter, indicating his movement to another location. "Y/N, did you accidentally call me?" he teased, chuckling lightly. "Hey," she finally managed to utter. "Hey Angel, what's going on?" he responded, his voice tender. She blinks rapidly, searching for a way to conclude the conversation.

But then a familiar female voice interrupted from the other end, urging James to return inside for another round. Though faint, she recognized it immediately. James's affectionate response indicated his reluctance to end their conversation. Internally, she sighed, realizing it was time to let go. No more clinging to hope, no more waiting on the sidelines for him. It was time to move on.

She'd had enough; her heart was tired of playing second fiddle to Lily. She was tired of being the one he turned to when he was bored or lonely—the one who was there to fill his empty moments. "James," she started hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think we should stop seeing each other." There was silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, she thought he had hung up. "What?" he finally asked, sounding utterly shocked. "Why?”

"I'm tired, James," she admitted, her voice wavering as she spoke. "I'm tired of waiting for you, of being your second choice. I deserve better than this. I deserve to be someone's first choice, not their backup plan." There was a pause as she took a deep breath, gathering her courage before adding, "I'm letting go.”

"But, Y/N," James started desperately, but she cut him off. "No, James. It's over. Goodbye." With that, she ended the call, her heart aching as she did so. Up until that moment, she had hoped that things might change and that James might come to see her as more than just a friend, more than just a backup plan. But it was clear now that that was never going to happen. She had to let him go, for her own sake.

It was a painful decision, but she knew it was the right one. She deserved to be more than someone's second choice. She deserved to be loved and cherished as much as she loved and cherished others. And maybe one day she will find that person. But for now, it was time for her to focus on herself. It was time to heal and move forward. It was time to let go.

#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter angst #james potter fic

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karlachfan87 · 4 months ago

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you already leave death threats in my askbox

Are you okay with receiving death threats.

#chi chatters

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insomniac4000 · 5 months ago

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Climbing Walls- George Clarke angst.

2928 Words.

The dim lights of the local pub flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the crowd. George sat at the bar nursing his drink, laughing and joking with the two Arthur's and Chris. Despite the lively atmosphere, his mind was elsewhere.

Across the room, a girl caught his eye. She had an easy smile, her laughter ringing like music amid the chatter. He had seen her before at the climbing and bouldering centre he frequented, always climbing effortlessly, as if gravity had no hold over her. Tonight, she wore a casual denim jacket over a simple black dress, a far cry from how he was used to seeing her dress, but he thought she was beautiful event with her hair tied up, some small parts sticking in different directions after a hard session. George felt an inexplicable pull towards her, an urge to get closer, to know her name, but the shyness that often gripped him kept him glued to his spot.

When their eyes met for a brief moment, she smiled a soft, inviting smile that sent a flutter through his chest. He smiled back, heat creeping up his cheeks, heart racing like he had just finished a hard climb. This was their routine now: exchanging smiles across rooms, never progressing beyond that. Every glance felt electric, yet every moment felt like a missed opportunity.

Days turned into weeks, and George found himself at the climbing centre more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He would arrive early, psyching himself up to say hello, only to retreat into the familiar shell of insecurity. She always seemed to be surrounded by friends, laughing, her face illuminated by the overhead lights, making it impossible for him to approach.

One afternoon, George stood beneath a climbing wall, stretching his arms, when he spotted her again. She was scaling a route, focused, determined. There was a gracefulness in her movements, a fluidity that made it look effortless. Watching her sent a rush of admiration through him. He had never felt so strongly for someone he barely knew.

After her climb, she hopped down, brushing off her chalk-covered hands. George’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to gather the courage to speak. But before he could take a step, she turned and walked away, laughing with her friends.

“Hey, George!” called a familiar voice, snapping him back to reality. It of course was Chis, pulling him back into reality.

“Did you see her again?” Chris smirked, nudging him playfully. George nodded, his heart sinking as he watched her walk away.

“Just talk to her, mate. You keep missing your chances,” Chris encouraged, though George knew that talking was far easier said than done.

One night, his friends dragged him to a club. The bass thumped loudly, the atmosphere alive with energy and excitement. George felt out of place, a wallflower in a sea of vibrant, confident dancers. He stood by the bar, pretending to sip his drink while scanning the room for her. He knew it was a long shot but he saw her everywhere else, why would tonight be any different? Then, there she was. Y/N danced with her friends, a radiant light amidst the swirling bodies. He felt his heart lift at the sight of her, but then his stomach dropped. As he watched, a tall, handsome man approached her. They shared a few laughs, and his heart sank further when she greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

George’s breath caught in his throat, a rush of anger and frustration swelling within him. Who was this guy? Why did he get to be so close to her? He felt like he was watching a movie where he was trapped in the background, unable to change the script.

From the corner of his eye, he could see his friends dancing and having a great time, but all he could do was watch her. The club, once filled with energy, now felt suffocating. He turned his attention back to his drink, forcing down a few more gulps, hoping to drown out the turmoil inside him. The more he thought about it the more it made sense, of course she had someone she was gorgeous.

Weeks passed, and George fell into a routine of silent observations. He saw her at the pub, always laughing, always with that same guy who had greeted her at the club. Each interaction between them felt like a punch to the gut.

He couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly they moved together, sharing inside jokes and glances that made George feel like an outsider looking in. He often wondered what it would be like to be the one making her laugh, to be the one who held her attention. How long have they been together? Was George ever in with a chance? Should he have talked to her weeks ago?

One fateful evening, while attending a climbing session, George felt a surge of determination. He had promised himself that today would be different. As he stood near the wall, scanning the crowd, he saw her in the distance, chatting with friends, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

In that moment, she looked up, catching his gaze. A spark ignited within him; it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, heart racing. But before he could approach, she turned back to her friends, laughing again.

“Hey, George!” A voice called out, pulling him back. It was Arthur. “Come on, we’re about to start. You in?”

George hesitated, his gaze drifting back to her. She seemed happy, so full of life, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be part of it. Yet, the moment slipped away again, and he was left watching from the sidelines. He cursed Arthur under his breath and his lack of being able to read social situations sometimes.

Time continued to pass, and George found himself trapped in a cycle of admiration and despair. He watched her date the guy he had seen with her, witnessing their chemistry, their moments of laughter, and the shared glances that George longed to have.

One afternoon, while at the bouldering center, he overheard a conversation between her and a friend. “I just don't know if I'm feeling it anymore.” she said, and George’s heart raced, filled with hope momentarily. Could this mean what he thought it could? It wasn't to last however, The heartbreak hit him hard one night at the pub. George arrived late, his friends already gathered around a table. As he made his way through the crowd, he spotted Y/N laughing with her friends at another table, the guy seated beside her, his arm casually draped over her shoulder.

The sight was unbearable. George tried to engage with his friends, but every joke felt hollow. He glanced over at her table, wishing desperately to be the one making her laugh, sharing those intimate moments that seemed to come so easily to others.

His frustration grew as he listened to their laughter, an insistent reminder of everything he couldn’t have. It was in that moment, surrounded by friends, that he realized the depth of his longing.

Another weekend arrived, and George found himself back at the club. He stood against the bar, nursing a drink and keeping his distance from the pulsating crowd. As he scanned the room, he spotted her dancing with her friends, her smile bright and contagious.

But then, to his dismay, the guy appeared again. This time, he pulled her in for a dance, their movements fluid and in sync. A pang of jealousy shot through George, and he felt his heart clench.

“Why do I keep watching? Why can’t I just talk to her?” he muttered to himself, frustration boiling over.

After a moment, he decided he couldn’t stay. He turned away from the scene, making his way towards the exit, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his shoulders.

As the weeks stretched on, George grappled with his feelings. He found himself trapped in a cycle of longing, frustration, and self-doubt. Each time he saw her, it felt like a reminder of his own insecurities.

George distanced himself from his friends, cancelling plans and finding excuses not to go to the places where he might see her. The isolation was painful, but it felt like the only way to escape the heartache of watching someone else take the place he wished he could fill.

Despite the fun and camaraderie his friends provided, they couldn’t fill the void left by Y/N. The laughter, the shared moments—it all felt out of reach.

A part of him still held onto the hope that things could change, that perhaps one day he would find the courage to approach her, to tell her how he felt but he understood that some stories aren’t meant to have happy endings.

He closed his eyes, allowing the weight of unfulfilled desires to settle around him. He didn’t want to be another stranger in her life, just a guy who admired her from afar. It was time to accept that their paths might never cross the way he had wished.

George decided it was time to stop moping and start focusing on himself, Chris and the Arthur's were also a big catalyst for it. The familiar sound of chalk scratching against climbing holds filled the air as George made his way to the bouldering centre, trying to shake off the melancholy that had settled over him. Despite his recent resolve to focus on himself, he couldn't ignore the nagging ache in his chest whenever he thought of Y/N. Each visit to the climbing centre was a reminder of her absence, and today was no different.

He arrived early, hoping to get in a few practice climbs before his friends showed up. As he started warming up, his thoughts wandered to the moments he had lost, the unspoken words that lingered between them like a ghost. The sound of laughter echoed through the centre, pulling him from his reverie. He turned, half-expecting to see Y/N and her friends, but it was just a group of newcomers.

Shaking off the distractions, George focused on the wall in front of him. He stepped back, gearing himself up to do it when he felt a sudden collision, a force bumping into him from behind.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, losing his balance slightly. He turned to find Y/N standing there, her expression a mixture of surprise and frustration.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, brushing her hair back from her face. But as their eyes locked, he saw the sadness swirling in her [colour] eyes, a shadow that hadn't been there before.

"Are you okay?"

She looked down, biting her lip. "Fine."

"Sure? You don't look fine." The poor girl looked like she could burst into tears.

"I don’t want to talk about it here," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The concern in George’s heart deepened. "You don’t have to talk about it here. But if you need someone to listen...I’m here."

After a beat, she met his gaze again, her expression softening slightly. "Can we maybe go for a coffee after the session? I could really use a distraction."

"Yeah, absolutely," George replied, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "I’ll be here."

The session felt long, filled with moments of stolen glances between them. Each time Y/N laughed with her friends or tackled a difficult route, George felt the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. But he remained hopeful; maybe this coffee would change everything.

After the last climb, he approached her as she was packing her bag. "Ready for that coffee?" he asked, his heart racing.

"Yeah," she replied, her smile a little more genuine now, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

They walked to a nearby café, the air thick with unspoken words. The smell of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they settled into a small corner table. George’s heart raced with anticipation; this was a chance to really talk to her, to understand what was going on behind that beautiful smile.

As they waited for their drinks, George broke the ice. "So…what happened?"

Y/N looked down at her hands, the light in her eyes dimming again. "I just had a bad breakup," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. "We were together for a couple of years, and it just…fell apart. Ended really badly, he said some things and I have a thin skin I guess."

George's heart sank for her. He had never been in a serious relationship, but he understood the weight of loss. "I’m really sorry to hear that," he said, his voice gentle. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated, her gaze drifting to the window, watching the world go by. "Not really. It still hurts too much."

"That’s okay," George replied. "You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just know that I’m here to listen if you ever feel like sharing."

Y/N finally looked up, meeting his gaze. "Thank you. That actually means a lot. Your name is George isn't it? I've heard your friends call you."

"Yeah, it's weird isn't it knowing each other well seeing each other here week after week and not really knowing each other's name," George joked a little.

"It's the London way. My name is Y/N by the way."

"Well, then hello Y/N."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the tension easing as their coffees arrived. George took a sip, trying to gauge her mood. "If you want, we could change the subject. I could talk about how awful I am at climbing. That might lighten the mood," he said with a chuckle.

Y/N laughed softly, a glimmer of the light he had admired so much returning to her eyes. "You’re not that bad, I promise."

As they chatted about climbing techniques and favourite routes, George felt a warmth blossom in his chest. This was the kind of connection he had been yearning for. He found himself leaning closer, their conversation flowing effortlessly, and for the first time in weeks, he felt genuinely happy.

After their drinks, they stepped outside, the evening air cool against their skin. George felt buoyed by the conversation, the distance that had kept them apart beginning to shrink.

"I didn’t think I would enjoy that as much as I did," Y/N admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Me neither," George replied, the warmth spreading through him. "I mean, I thought it would be awkward, but it was really nice. We should do this again sometime."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "You mean you want to talk to me more? Is that what you’re saying?"

"Definitely," he said, his confidence swelling. "I mean, if you’re up for it."

"Yeah, I’d like that," she said, a genuine smile breaking across her face. "I really would."

But amid the budding connection, George couldn’t shake the lingering fear that this might just be a fleeting moment, a mere distraction from the pain she was going through. He wanted to be more than that for her, but what if he wasn’t enough?

Days turned into weeks as George and Y/N met for coffee regularly after climbing sessions. Each meeting deepened their connection, yet George struggled with the tension between hope and fear. Y/N was still healing, and while their friendship blossomed, he felt like he was walking a tightrope, unsure of how to navigate his feelings.

During one of their coffee dates, they sat outside on the café’s patio, the sun warming their faces. George had been trying to gather his thoughts, struggling with the urge to tell her how he felt. He glanced at her, laughter spilling from her lips as she shared a funny story from her past.

"You should have seen the look on my friends face when I went straight through the table, I think I'm banned from Magaluf for life!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with mirth.

He smiled, the sound of her laughter filling him with warmth. "You’ve got a way of making even the worst moments sound entertaining," he said, wanting to keep the mood light.

Y/N smiled, but it faded as she looked down, her expression turning thoughtful. "You know, I never really thought I would be sitting here with you. When I started to see you everywhere my friends joked saying it was some kind of sign or omen. I was starting to think that you were mute though."

"I'm not that great at talking to women, despite what my incredibly good looks might tell you."

"I don't believe that for a second!"

"Ask my mates. I can't chat women up to save my life." George cringed at his latest revelation, he had basically admitted that he wanted to chat her up. Her eyes met his, a flicker of something passing between them. But before he could say anything more, she glanced away, a shadow falling across her features.

"George, I don't think I'm ready to jump back into anything right now. I hope you understand."

His heart sank at her words, the weight of unreciprocated feelings settling heavily on his chest. "Yeah, I understand," he said, forcing a smile. "I just wanted to make sure you know I’m here if you ever need me." Friends, just what he needed in a his another friend, all he could do was hope when she was ready that he was still there.

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What Recharges or Motivates Us

What to do if you feel unmotivated or drained. Based primarily on Sun placements, but can also apply to Venus, Mars, or Jupiter if strong, along with Chart Ruler. Also look for the houses where you have Aries [ inspiration ], Taurus [ comfort ], Scorpio [ rebirth ], and Sagittarius [ adventure ].

Through the Signs

Aries

- engage in a competitive activity, like sports or games that gets your blood pumping

- tackle a quick, challenging task, like a workout, difficult puzzle, hiking, cycling, or running

- spend more time in the sun and other natural light, like candles or bonfires

- leading others, like leading a group project or initiative

- take a spontaneous trip or adventure, exploring nearby towns or new places

- do a hands-on activity, like a DIY or home improvement project

- take a class or workshop you always wanted to try, like pottery, cooking, or dancing

- engaging in activities that remind you of your childhood

More Ideas: try extreme sports like rock climbing or bungee jumping; pack a bag and take a road trip with a specific destination; set up a friendly competition like a race or game; create a playlist that represents your personal anthem; join a public speaking/Toastmakers club or open-mic events; try a martial arts class, parkour, or fire dancing

Taurus

- spend time outdoors in nature, through hiking, gardening, or simply relaxing

- indulge in sensory experiences, through cooking your favorite meal, taking a bath, or lighting aromatic candles

- treat yourself to a self-care day, like a massage, facial, or luxurious bath to reconnect with the body

- rearranging or redecorating your safe space, like adding plants or artwork

- listen to music, like uplifting or calming tunes that boost your mood or energy

- engage in creative hobbies, like painting, pottery, or crafting

- cooking or baking, since the process of preparing food can be therapeutic or satisfying to them

- gentle forms of physical movement, like yoga, dancing, or tai chi

- mindfulness practices, like meditation or deep breathing

- spending quality time with loved ones, like close friends, family, or animal companions

More Ideas: visit a local farmer’s market, experiment with cooking a new cuisine; take a worship in pottery or candle-making; host a wine and cheese testing; visit local artisan shops or craft markets; explore local flora or take up a nature identification project; host a themed dinner party; use more vibrant colors, fragrant herbs, or unique textures when cooking

Gemini

- organize a gathering with friends or participate in a social event

- explore new ideas, through trying a new book, podcast, or documentary

- plan a short trip or spontaneous outing to a new location

- participate in group activities, like joining a club, workshop, or class, like a writing group, art class, or dance lesson

- trying different hobbies, like crafting or playing a musical instrument

- take a short social media break, to calm mental chatter and focus on more fulfilling tasks

- host a themed movie or game night, like inviting friends over for a movie marathon or game night to combine entertainment with socializing

- try guided meditations

More Ideas: take a quick-paced online course on a random subject that interests them; join an improv class; go on a themed trip, like visiting a historical landmark or art installations; write a short story or poem based on a random word generator; host an online discussion group on an eclectic topic; try VR experiences that offer adventure or learning opportunities; host a trivia night; create a collaborative story where others contribute paragraphs; participate in a flash mob; join a local debate club

Cancer

- spend time at home or in a cozy and comforting environment, and even declutter or redecorate

- engage in nurturing activities, like cooking a favorite meal or baking something comforting

- spend quality time with family or close friends

- practice self-care routines, like taking a long bath, practicing skincare, or enjoying a good book

- artistic outlets, like painting, crafting, or writing

- nature walks, especially near water, like lakes, rivers, or the ocean

- journal, to write down thoughts or feelings to help bring clarity to process emotions

- volunteer or help others, since acts of kindness are fulfilling

More Ideas: curate a playlist that represents current feelings and listen to it while journaling; setup a home sanctuary with blankets, pillows, or favorite items; try art therapy as a form of emotional expression; create a scrapbook or photo album full of cherished memories; cook a dish from childhood; host a memory sharing night with friends or family; create a comfort box with things like favorite books, scented candles, photos, or treats; plant a healing garden

Leo

- expressing through art, like painting, dancing, or acting

- host a social gathering, like organizing a party or get-together with friends, since they like being the center of attention and sharing their energy

- engage in a physical activity, like a fun workout, dance class, or group fitness session

- pamper yourself, like having a spa day, try a new hairstyle, or going shopping to make your feel great

- leading a project at work or a group setting

- surrounding themselves with positivity, like curating a playlist or watching uplifting movies

- trying a new hobby that challenges them, like photography, writing, or playing an instrument

- connecting with nature, like a botanical garden or beach

- practicing gratitude, like writing down things they appreciate

More Ideas: dress up as a favorite character or icon for the day; write a personal manifesto of their goals, dreams, and values; host a talent show with friends and family; volunteer to mentor others and share skills; have a solo dance party at home or wherever they feel free, like nature; enroll in local acting or improv class; create a personal website; plan a photoshoot; attend a live performance; establish a celebration ritual for achievements big or small

Virgo

- spend time tidying up, like cleaning and organizing their environment

- going for a nature walk or hike, to ground and reconnect with surroundings

- create a to-do list, like writing down tasks and goals to have a clear plan

- try a craft or DIY project, like gardening, artisan crafts, or home improvement

- cook a healthy and nourishing me that focuses on healthy ingredients

- taking a break from screens and social media to reduce mental chatter and focus on priorities and passions

- read for pleasure, like a book or audiobook, listening to a story that can provide an escape and stimulate the mind

- volunteer or help others, like community service or lending a hand to someone in need

- practice self-care, like a bath, yoga, or quiet evening with a favorite movie to recharge emotional and physical energy

More Ideas: create a personal wellness day with yoga, healthy cooking, and meditation; go outside and journal about the sights, sounds, and feelings they experience in nature; organize a workshop where everyone teaches each other something they’re good at; craft a detailed vision board outlining goals and aspirations; organize or join a nature clean-up event; join a book club; attend a cooking class

Libra

- cultivate aesthetic spaces, like redecorate or rearrange a living space to create a more visually pleasing environment

- spend time with friends or loved ones

- visit art galleries or museums to immerse in art or culture

- practice self-care like a spa treatment or skincare ritual

- try yoga or pilates

- listen to uplifting music, like creating a playlist of favorite songs or explore new genres

- try hands-on creative activities, like painting, crafting, or fashion design

- ensuring they have a balance of social time and solitude to recharge effectively

- seek out beauty and inspiration, like botanical gardens, floral shops, or scenic views

More Ideas: curate a playlist that evokes peace and balance while engaging in calming activities; host a themed potluck dinner where everyone brings dishes from different cultures; explore Feng Shui and rearrange living space based on the principles; color mandala designs or use adult coloring books; participate in a dance class like salsa or ballroom; join or create a group where people discuss philosophical ideas, art, and ethics; spend a week experimenting with different fashion styles

Scorpio

- engage in intense workouts, like martial arts, kickboxing, or dance

- try self-reflection through journaling or meditation

- connect with nature, especially near water

- transforming their space to reflect their current emotional state or desires

- engage in creative outlets like painting, writing poetry, or playing music

- incorporate mindfulness practices, like deep breathing or yoga to center themselves

- delve into mystical practices, line astrology, tarot, numerology, divination, or the craft

- plan a personal retreat, like a weekend getaway or a day of solitude at home

- volunteer for causes they care about, like community service or activism that aligns with values

More Ideas: try shadow work journaling about fears, desires, and emotions to explore depths of psyche; stimulate senses through aromatherapy, candle-making, or visiting a sensory deprivation tank; create a mystery box full of random things and challenge themselves to craft a story or project around items; take a weekend away to a secluded location for introspection and reconnecting with themselves; explore darker-themed artists or galleries; create a personal tarot deck; try intuitive cooking, as in without strict recipes

Sagittarius

- plan a spontaneous trip, like a weekend getaway or a trip to a nearby city or nature spot

- engage in outdoor activities, like hiking, biking, or camping

- attend workshops or classes, such as cooking, art, or philosophy

- connect with different cultures, like cultural events, festivals, or cuisine

- read inspirational books, like travel, philosophy, or personal growth

- join a social group or club that focus on their interests, such as travel clubs or book clubs

- practice gratitude to reflect on things they appreciate to reignite enthusiasm

- engage in physical activities, like yoga, dance, or team sports

- attend lectures, seminars, or discussions on topics that interest them

- take a digital detox to unplug and reconnect with themselves

More Ideas: start a travel journal documenting last adventures and future dreams; choose a random topic or skill to learn, like a new language or dance style; visit a cultural museum, theater, or festival to immerse in new perspectives and experiences; create a bucket list; create an accountability group; start a nature journal that documents observations about nature, seasons, and personal reflections during walks or hikes; join an outdoor adventure group; start a travel blog or vlog; participate in a poetry or storytelling night

Capricorn

- set new goals, like reassessing personal or professional goals and create a clear plan to achieve them

- engage in physical exercise, participate in strength training, running, or hiking

- tidy up living or workspaces, since they appreciate order

- connect with nature, like taking a walk in the park or hike in the mountains

- establish a routine that includes time for work, self-care, and leisure

- network and build connections, like attending professional network events or social gatherings, to open new doors and inspire ambition

- prioritize self-care activities, like massages, spa days, or quiet evenings at home

- learn a new skill or hobby, through cooking, a new language, or musical instrument

More Ideas: set up a structured personal challenge, like a month-long fitness routine; take an unconventional course in a field of interest outside career path; create a detailed vision board of long-term goals; create a personal development podcast about self-improvement, productivity, or career tips; delve into ancient philosophies [ like stoicism ] or classic literature that resonates with values; try minimalist living for a week

Aquarius

- try innovative projects, through art, writing, or technology

- explore new ideas, through reading books or articles on unconventional topics, science, or philosophy

- participate in social activism or community service

- connect with like-minded individuals, like joining groups or forums that align with interests

- take time alone to reflect and recharge to renew motivation

- try new experiences, like new acting, foods, or adventures, which can invigorate curiosity

- experiment with technology, like new gadgets or apps

- spend time in nature, like hiking, bike riding, or a picnic in a park

- practice mindfulness techniques or meditation to calm busy mind

- create a vision board with goals and aspirations to visual dreams

More Ideas: brainstorm creative solutions to social issues or personal projects; explore workshops on unusual topics, like improv, urban foraging, or alternative therapies; conduct a social experiment, like “random acts of kindness” challenges to explore human connection in a unique way; join hackathons or creative meetups that focus in technology or social change; use VR technology to explore new worlds or experiences

Pisces

- try artistic pursuits, like painting, drawing, writing, or playing music

- practice mindfulness meditation to center themselves

- spend time near water, whether it’s the ocean, a lake, or a river

- volunteer for a cause, like community service or supporting a cause they care about

- create a dream or aspirations journal to process emotions and thoughts

- immerse in music that resonates with their mood or inspires them

- explore spiritual practices, like yoga, tarot reading, rituals, or belief systems

- surround themselves with beauty, like creating a peaceful or aesthetically pleasing environment; add plants, soft lighting, or artwork

- spend time with loved ones, and share thoughts or feelings to provide emotional support

- take a break from routine and allow for spontaneity, whether it’s a day trip, new hobby, or an adventure

More Ideas: write a short story or poem based on their dreams or fantasies; partner with other artists or creatives to collaborate in a project to blend imagination with others; join a meditation or spiritual group to share experiences; try underwater exploration, like snorkeling or scuba diving; attend a sound bath session; volunteer at an animal shelter or sanctuary; create a collaborative playlist where friends can contribute; start a book swap; participate in a poetry slam

Through the Houses

First House

- focus in self-care and personal expression; engage in activities that boost self-esteem; exploring their identity; setting personal goals, establish limits that honor personal needs; explore personal interests and passions; find authentic ways to express themselves

Second House

- explore what they value most in life; educate and reassess financial priorities; find creative ways to utilize resources; ensure life choices align with core values; declutter material possessions; explore new income sources; cultivate gratitude for resources; work towards greater financial autonomy

Third House

- enhance communication skills like increasing active listening skills; build local connections; expand knowledge and explore new ideas; engage in stimulating conversations like knowledge exchange; embrace curiosity more; engage in puzzles, games, or brain-training exercises; blog or write to communicate thoughts, feelings, and ideas

Fourth House

- nurture family relationships; create a supportive home environment like understanding and improving family relationships; reflect on emotional foundations; connect with heritage and traditions; find comfort in solitude; design a space that promotes peace and comfort

Fifth House

- embrace creativity and self-expression; build or deepen romantic connections; explore leisure activities; try hobbies that excite them; focus on seeking joy and playfulness; explore various forms of artistic expression; reconnect with their inner child and joyful nostalgic experiences

Sixth House

- address stress and well-being; find satisfaction at work; engage in acts of service that contributes to well-being; find efficient ways to manage daily tasks; more regular exercise and nutritious meals; focus on quality good and being present while you’re eating food; create boundaries to avoid burnout; incorporate more self-care routines; gratitude journaling; integrate more therapies like acupuncture, massages, or aromatherapy

Seventh House

- foster open communication; strengthen personal relationships; navigate conflicts more constructively; build new partnerships; set shared objectives for growth in partnerships; engage in projects that require teamwork; engage in community more like clubs or community activities; practice gratitude for relationships; balance give and take in all types of relationships

Eighth House

- address fears and desires; explore intimacy and vulnerability; embrace personal transformation; let go of old patterns; delve into unknown aspects of life like psychology and spirituality; understand the importance of collaboration with shared resources

Ninth House

- explore different cultures, philosophies, or spiritual practices; question beliefs and values; pursue higher education or spiritual growth; plan traveling; define long-term goals; join discussion groups

Tenth House

- define career aspirations; reflect achievements and legacy; explore networking opportunities; enhance public image; seek leadership opportunities; cultivate leadership skills and confidence; consider what they can contribute to society;

Eleventh House

- nurture friendships and social connections; purse collective goals; connect with others with shared ideals and visions; engage in community involvement; work with friends on common goals; strengthen ties with friends and like-minded individuals; visualize future aspirations and dreams

Twelfth House

- explore spirituality; reflect on subconscious influences; address emotional healing; engage in solitude for introspection; focus on cultivating creativity and imagination; incorporate rituals or meditative practices into routine; address past traumas and emotional baggage; explore dreams through recording them; cultivate a compassionate mindset that acknowledges shared struggles and fosters a sense of community; find healthy outlets for emotional release, like through movement, art, or conversation

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