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geographerdose · 2 months ago

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Moon and Appearance, Pt. 4: Mercurial-ruled risings, Pt. 2

Mercurial Risings, Pt. 1

Moon-Ruled Risings, Pt. 1

Moon-Ruled Risings, Pt. 2

Gemini Rising/Pisces Moon

Clockwise⏰: Juliette Lewis, Christina Applegate, Olivia Munn, Regina Spektor

🍎Christina Applegate has literally ALL mutable placements, that’s wild. I think that’s the first time I’ve seen that. She has 5 planets in Sag, 2 in Pisces and 1 in Gemini. 😯 Also obviously her Ascendant is mutable too in Gemini.

🦄Not to mention, her MC is at 0 degrees of Pisces too. With its ruler in the 7th with Venus, Mercury and the Sun (of course).

🍼This is interesting Jupiter is associated with her MC, as she also had success as a child actress. She debuted in a Playtex baby bottle commercial at 3 months old.

🎶👮🏻‍♀️Regina Spektor wrote the famous intro to Orange Is The New Black: “You’ve Got Time”

🪞let’s talk about mutable beauty because all these women have Ascendant and Moon (ruling body) in mutable signs. First of all, these are the most difficult because of the nature of mutability!

👄 Okay they all have fairly full lips!!

🏐Middle of the face cheekbones, giving them that nice “cut” when they smile 😍

👀🪩The first thing you notice about them are their eyes; each has a unique color to them. Also they’re probably medium sized

👃🏻Each of the noses are unique, which is 100% a Pisces moon thing!!!!

👋🏻👋🏻 talking with the HANDSSSS

🔮Also like not even being there, lol, each one of them in an interview sort of seems not fully there and in their own world. It’s wild how Pisces moons can do this— being in two places at once, never really here

🍏Christina has this more serious demeanor as well and is quite mysterious— she definitely does not give too much away and I think Saturn in her first house has a lot to do with that. I just wouldn’t expect her to be like that looking at her chart! Pisces is def the more introverted side of Jupiter and it makes sense she has her MC at 0 degrees with Saturn in a sign-based square to that. So even though she has the majority of her planets in Sag, it’s like she kind of comes across in a more restrained manner than you’d expect from the happy-go-lucky and loud extroverted Sag. Maybe it’s because they’re in her seventh house.

💏 Her husband is def very Sagittarius-like and even speaks Dutch. He is a musician and is part of the band Porno for Pyros (c. 1992) and has toured with Jane’s Addiction and Sarah McLachlan. So it seems bc this is in her seventh, this is more how she prefers partners. Even though ruler of her MC falls in Sag. Also proof that degrees matter, her Jupiter is in a Taurus degree and could play a factor in her coming across more restrained but “fixed”-like but probably mostly bc of that first house Saturn

🧸 can we talk about how ADORABLE Juliette is though?!!! So genuine, gentle and goofy 🥺her chart ruler is in Cancer, giving her that sort of “fun”ness. She also has Saturn in her first but co-present with the Sun- I think this is why she doesn’t come off as restrained or serious

🕴️Olivia has a more serious demeanor as well and I think it’s because of her Virgo stellium, as well as the opposition from Saturn to her Moon. She’s very well spoken.

🌎When I say they come off as serious/restrained, I don’t mean stuck-up or mean at all— there is still this sweetness and kindness to them that shines through

🐢Regina is also FREAKING ADORABLE, omg. She has her chart ruler mercury in Pisces with the Moon a mere 10 degrees away. This gives her this very cutesy and genuine way of expressing herself— so optimistic and just gracious. Her family immigrated here from Russia with nothing when she was 10 years old.

🦦Mix heavy-hitting Pisces and Cancer in a natal chart and you’re literally gonna have the sweetest, most adorable and gentle human being ever

🐶Every single one of them have this vulnerability to them though, almost like you would see with Venus-Chiron

Gemini Rising/Aquarius Moon

Clockwise⏰: Christina Hendricks, Sandra Bullock, Helen Mirren, Jennifer Jason Leigh

🫦Okay I will be the first to admit: I have a hardcore girl crush on Christina Hendricks. She is so HOT 🥵 omgggg. She’s legit like the Marilyn Monroe of 21st century

🪩Saturn in Cancer have the biggest boobs, istg, and you would think it’s the opposite but it’s not. I think for her— she has a sextile from Jupiter to her moon within 5 degrees. Also her chart ruler has a cancer degree, which somehow “connects” the two too//totally spitballing here

👸🏻Her moon is not in its domicile we look to Saturn since it rules Aquarius: it’s in Cancer, also at a Taurus degree. Her chart ruler Mercury is at a Taurus degree as well and is co-present with the Sun IN TAURUS. No wonder she’s absolutely drop-dead GORGEOUS. Those Taurus degrees are legit beauty indicators— CURVACEOUS & DROP DEAD GORGEOUS Okay im done being a creep. 🙂‍↔️ -sincerely, a Venus in Cancer and Mars in Taurus

🌕Having these two placements mean they have Ascendant trine Moon, even if in just a sign-based aspect, giving them this gentle look even if they don’t fully smile with their teeth

🦒Also they all seem to have really nice necks

⬜️Because the moon is fixed, the features/patterns are more discernible than mutable moons: def have a square jaw, medium to lightly thickened eyebrows with nice arches to frame those bewitching eyes 🧹🔮

🫖The cheeks are on the slimmer side (vs more luscious/voluptuous as seen with cancer moons) but still have nice definition

👃🏻The tip of the nose is prominent, playing off the flares of the nostril to reveal slightly visible nostrils; the sides of the nose almost perfectly align to the middle of where the cheek cuts— very attractive and melds well

👀Their entire faces are kind of small and quite petite, which would make sense with Saturn ruling their moon but their eyes are quite large in comparison (just not in photos but IRL in interviews). Okay it varies!! Aqua does that. Some of them have smaller eyes and some have larger eyes—naturally Uranus is going to switch it up

Air beauty though 🪭🪭

💄Sandra Bullock also has a Taurus degrees, both on her Ascendant and Mars (which is directly conjunct Asc). Venus is a mere 2 degrees away from the Ascendant too. Her chart ruler Mercury has a Cancer degree

🐂 What is UP with the Taurus degrees for these folks?! Helen Mirren has a Taurus degree on her Sun, which is in a sign-based opposition to her Moon (also at a Taurus degree) . Mercury is co-present with her Sun in Leo and has a Leo degree

🌸Both Helen and Sandra have Venus conjunct their Ascendant, within 3 degrees— as well as having Mars in their first house

🐠👽HOLY SANTA CLAUS SHIT— Jason Jennifer Leigh has EVERY SINGLE planet (7 traditional) IN AQUARIUS— this is wild and I think INCREDIBLY rare ; hella air. Air ascendant, chart ruler at an AIR degree (Gemini) then that massive air stellium 🫢 She is very authentic in her interviews and comes across as incredibly intelligent without being overly smiley

👑Very single one of them are SO ELEGANT and GRACEFUL

Gemini Rising/Capricorn Moon

Clockwise⏰: Dinah Shore, Amy Whinehouse, Loretta Young, Sarah Jessica Parker

#moon and appearance #celeb charts #astro observations #astro community #Gemini rising #Gemini rising Pisces moon #Gemini rising Aquarius moon #Gemini rising Capricorn moon #Gemini rising Sagittarius moon #Gemini rising Scorpio moon #Gemini rising Libra moon

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jojameswinter · 1 month ago

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Man there’s just a certain buzz about pre-show/canon/kook year jiara fics 🙏🏼

I AGREE ANON I never get tired of the pre-canon and Kook year dialogue/narratives, even though the show's basically given us nothing LMAO!!!! What lines to just toss in there and never bring up again 🤠 I'd take an entire spinoff series focusing on how the Pogue group came together, then Kiara in her Kook year and the tension with the Pogues, specifically JJ! Her rise to Kook prominence with Sarah, as well as her downfall. Imagine the unsaid words, the longing, the conflict 🤩 I'd take a whole spinoff series on the adults, too! Damn, that could be so interesting, exploring the dynamics between Anna, Luke, Mike, Heyward, Ward, unnamed moms, and now, even Larissa!

Thank goodness we have fic to feed us! I'm fairly confident we'll be getting some great pre-canon/Kook year fic through @obxtober!🥳🪩

#jiara #anon #lovely anon #diana answers #ask #my asks #jiara fic #jiarafic #jiarafanfic #obx #outer banks #kiara's kook year

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toooster · 2 days ago

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YOU SEEM VERY COOL I WANNA BE BESTIES WITH YOU BUT IDK HOW

AWW THANK YOU!!

WDYM WE ARE BESTIES??

#toooster #patch yaps #sarah! 🪩

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attapullman · 8 months ago

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#letters to mo #sorchathered 🪩#sarah my love!#color my inbox

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lesbians535 · 8 months ago

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Tournament thoughts so far:

i LOVED seeing the love for audi crooks on day 1!! it’s a long shot but honestly rooting for her over cam brink in the next round

I was shocked by the Middle TN upset over Louisville but i’m glad that LSU pulled out ahead of them bc I don’t think i would’ve been able to physically handle the CC fans/angel reese haters if LSU got upset in the second round on their home court

Flau’jae Johnson you will always be famous!!!

Kansas with the comeback in the first round okayyyy 🔥🔥🔥 upset over USC incoming 🤞🏽 (alright probably not but the KU men lost already so i have to root for my alma mater once removed)

Paige, Li, and Ash KILLED it yesterday 🪩🪩🪩💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽 hoping to see more of that tomorrow 🤠 Paige is playing some of the best basketball of her career right now and i’m so proud of her 🥹🥹

Princeton. Baby. We were rooting for you. WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!!!! west virginia you know what you have to do now 😔

Did anyone see that Duke upset coming?? so we’re not getting the HVL breakup game or the Uconn 2023 sweet sixteen revenge game but we might be getting the battle for sarah strong 😌😏

#paige bueckers #aaliyah edwards #angel reese #flau’jae johnson #audi crooks #ashlyn shade #uconn wbb

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sjsmith56 · 7 months ago

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Getting Hitched, Chapter 26 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: It’s the wedding day!

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Tommy, everyone.

Warnings: Lacey experiences a dizzy moment due to the heat but otherwise it’s all fluff.

Author notes: Bucky gets the woman he loves, and more.

<<Chapter 25

💍 🍰 🪩

There were several Avengers that got up with Bucky for a run the next morning. Even Terry and Tommy came out and joined them. They ran the perimeter of Clint's farm which didn't take long for most of them. By the time they got back the caterers had pancakes, sausages, bacon and scrambled eggs ready for everyone. There were also an assortment of muffins, pastries and fresh fruit. No one said anything when both Bucky and Tommy piled up their plates, knowing already they had caloric requirements for the high metabolism they shared. Clint came out to the food tables and loaded up a plate for Lacey, taking it back in the house.

Bucky watched, a big smile on his face. "I'm not even allowed to see her at breakfast?" he called as Clint went back inside.

"No," replied Clint leaning out the door briefly. "You'll see her this afternoon."

There was some laughter from the other guests and Bucky stayed put in his chair, stuffing his face, as Tommy called it. He noticed Terry sitting next to Sarah and were both flirting in an outrageous way. When he glanced at Sam, sitting on his other side it seemed he was okay with it. Sam looked at him and shrugged slightly.

"She's a grown woman," he said. "He's a nice man."

"So was I," said Bucky, in mock offence.

"You were taken," replied Sam, then he changed the subject. "So, what's this big announcement that Fury's going to make at the reception?"

"I don't know," lied Bucky. "He hasn't said anything to me."

"You're a terrible liar," said Sam. "I'm shocked he's even going to be here. There's only a skeleton crew minding the compound and I never heard of him attending any social functions with the old Avengers."

"Times change," said Bucky. "Maybe they have the training centre completed."

"Right," drawled Sam. "I can just see you being the first one there, pumping iron, doing a thousand push ups every day, and practicing your marksmanship."

"It's why I'm good at what I do," replied Bucky. "My body is a machine, Sam. Haven't you always said that?"

Sam sniffed and kept eating his breakfast while Bucky just chuckled. They were all going to be so surprised. Clint came out of the house again and this time he was looking for volunteers starting with Bucky and Sam.

"We have to finish decorating the barn," he announced. "Dressing the chairs, and tables, setting them in the right position, making sure the stage is safe for the DJ. Peter, you know technical stuff, can you check the lighting and make sure it all works?"

Peter Parker stopped chewing, mid-bite. "Sure, I can do that," he said, with his mouth partially full of food.

With Clint glaring at everyone breakfast seemed to speed up and soon there was a small army finishing the barn decoration as well as making sure the wedding ceremony location was also ready. With a couple of hours left before the ceremony Clint was satisfied and everyone was released to begin getting ready.

It was a good thing that Fury made sure they would have enough hot water for the showers as everyone hit them almost at the same time. Bucky needed only five minutes and he didn't care if it was hot or cold having been used to getting it done quickly either way. He came out of his shower and shaved, running his hand over his face after to make sure he hadn't missed a spot. He used a balm instead of an aftershave lotion, wanting to keep his inevitable five o'clock shadow as soft as possible. Then he brushed his teeth and looked out his bedroom door to see Terry and Tommy putting their suits on inside the trailer.

"My bathroom is free if anyone needs to use it," he announced, peeking out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sam came in to shave and brush his teeth while Bucky started dressing. Tommy came in with his tie in hand.

"Dad, how do I do this?" he asked.

Bucky zipped his pants up then stood behind Tommy in front of a mirror and placed the tie around his son's neck. "I learned the Windsor knot from my dad but when I joined the army they taught me the four-in-hand knot which is easier," he said. "That's the one I use now so I'll show you that one."

Patiently he showed Tommy how to do it, then asked if he wanted a go himself. When Tommy said yes Bucky undid the tie and walked him through it again, letting Tommy work the tie. When Tommy pulled the wide part through the top and down for the final part Bucky smiled at him.

"You got it," he said. "I couldn't have done better myself." Tommy beamed and Bucky hugged him from behind, before planting a kiss on top of his caramel brown hair. "You want some product for your hair?"

Tommy nodded and Bucky grabbed his can of pomade. He took about a dime's worth out, put it in Tommy's palm then told him to rub it well between his hands to warm it up and spread it around his fingers. Next, he instructed Tommy to start from the back of his head and lightly work his fingers to his crown, rub his hands again to redistribute it, then work it into the top and front, making sure to distribute it evenly.

"I use a water based one," he said, "so that it doesn't look greasy or waxy. I make sure my hair is dry when I use it so that it doesn't look wet either. When I was young I used Brylcreem but it makes it look too slick for my taste now. This looks more natural to me."

Gently he adjusted a few pieces of hair that stuck out, smoothing them back into place. Then Sam tossed him a hand towel and he gave it to Tommy to remove the remaining pomade from his hands. His son looked at himself in the mirror and smiled broadly.

"Looks good," he said, turning his head one way then another before smiling at Bucky. "Thanks, Dad."

Bucky felt his throat constrict and his eyes begin to water. "You're welcome," he said, trying not to give in to the strong emotion he felt at that moment.

Tommy went back out to the living area of the RV and Bucky watched him, noticing that Sarah was helping Terry with his tie. There were several soft looks and smiles exchanged between them as she straightened the knot, then his collar.

"You're a good Dad," said Sam, who had witnessed Bucky and Tommy's moment as he came out of the bathroom. "You're going to be okay at being a husband and father."

"Thanks," replied Bucky, turning back, slightly embarrassed. He picked up his shirt, put it on, and began buttoning it up. "I missed out on so much with him. Lacey did such a good job raising him. So did Terry. I kind of hope he and Sarah make a go of it. He would be good to her and the boys." He hesitated for a moment. "Lacey's pregnant, five weeks. We're going to announce it at the reception but you're my best friend, so I'll tell you now."

Sam stuck his hand out grinning. "Congratulations, that's awesome," he said. "She really is the right woman for you. Even when you two were split up you looked out for her and Tommy. You're a good man, Buck. Really, you are."

"So are you," replied Bucky, who took a deep breath. "Let's get this wedding going, okay?"

Sam nodded and left Bucky to finish getting ready. By the time they assembled in the living area of the RV there was a knock on the door. Laura came in with the boutonnières and a small box for Bucky. He opened it and smiled as he read the enclosed note. It was a Rolex, a vintage one. Sam looked at it and whistled out loud.

"That's beautiful," he said. "Do you know how old it is?"

"1941," said Bucky. "She found it when she went wedding dress shopping in New York." The tears began forming in his eyes as he strapped it on his right wrist. He pulled his handkerchief out and dabbed at his eyes. "Look at me, I'm crying like a baby. Laura, tell her I loved it. I won't wear it on missions because I'm scared I'll break it but I'll wear it for special occasions. Hold on, while I get her present."

He went back to the bedroom and came out with a long flat case, handing it to Laura without a word, only a smile. She kissed him on the cheek and left with the case.

"Pearls," he said to the others. "I've always loved seeing a woman in pearls. I have something for all of you as well. Let me get them." He returned to the bedroom and came out with three different sized boxes and a folded piece of paper. "I wasn't sure what to get you but I'm a practical guy, so Sam, I got you this for one of those quiet nights on your porch, enjoying the ambience."

He handed him a box. Inside was a bottle of 20 year old Macallan scotch, an engraved crystal glass, and a package of three premium cigars. Sam nodded his head smiling.

"Thank you," he said. "You'll have to come and taste this sometime. I'll bet it's good."

Bucky turned to Terry and smiled emotionally at him. "I wasn't expecting to find another man who I regarded as a brother," he began. "After you first punched me I thought for sure you hated me but later you extended your hand in friendship. I've appreciated your counsel since then. Here, I was told these are really good and I thought they would come in handy during an afternoon game."

Bucky handed Terry his box and he opened it up to a pair of Oakley sunglasses. Smiling he took them out and put them on, then went into the bathroom to see how they looked. He came out and gave Bucky a bear hug, thanking him profusely. Bucky looked at Tommy.

"You were the hardest to buy for because you're not old enough to drink," he said, smiling. "You're not old enough to smoke, and at your age I would be worried about you losing an expensive pair of sunglasses. So your Mom and I talked and I convinced her that once we move to where we told you, you could have one of these to ride around on the property."

He unfolded the sheet of paper and gave it to Tommy. His face erupted in a big smile as it showed a smaller version of a Kawasaki motorcycle, a different model from Bucky's.

"Seriously, Dad?" he asked. "You trust me on a motorbike?"

"Well, I'll teach you to maintain it, and ride it properly. You can only do it if you're geared up with a helmet and protective wear," replied Bucky. "Like I said, it's only for riding on the property. You're not old enough to have a licence so you can't ride it on the roads or highways. I trust you, Tom. Don't let me down."

Tommy grabbed him around the middle and held on tight. Bucky patted his back.

"What's that box for?" asked Tommy, pointing to a small box on the counter.

"Well, that's something for Sarah," said Bucky, looking fondly at her. "Kind of a thank you for letting me live with them and being like my sister."

He opened the box, revealing a white gold bracelet with a single birthstone. Taking it out he fastened it to her wrist receiving a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

They put their boutonnières on, with Sarah's help, then Bucky led them to the door and they went out into the heat of the day. Almost everyone was already seated at the wedding venue. Even though there were industrial fans blowing the air around most people were fanning themselves in the heat.

"You ready for a wedding, Sergeant Barnes?" said a familiar voice and Bucky turned to see Nick Fury, accompanied by Dr. Strange and Wong.

"I'm ready," said Bucky. "Thank you for everything you've done to make it happen. It's been a great week."

"Good," replied Fury. "It's been a long time since we had a happy occasion to celebrate. Here's to many more such occasions."

The three men took their seats and the officiant waved to Bucky then came to see him. He was a local, who performed non-religious ceremonies which is what Bucky and Lacey wanted. As he approached them, he had a big smile.

"You have a beautiful day for your wedding, Bucky," he said. "I've heard that Lacey will be ready in about five minutes so if you gentlemen want to come up front and wait there it's fine. The guitarist is in place and will begin playing the music as soon as the bridesmaids appear."

He returned to the front with Bucky and the others following him. They sat on the chairs provided for them and Bucky breathed deeply, running through a grounding exercise in his mind to keep his anxiety down. The officiant received the signal, telling Bucky and the others it was time. He signalled the guitar player who began playing What a Wonderful World. Bucky stood up and watched as Lila started her walk, followed by Lacey's sister Nancy, then finally Laura Barton. When the song changed to Elton John's Your Song, he saw Clint lead Lacey out of the house, then down the steps. His heart flew up into his throat as she came into view. She wore a cream coloured dress of lace, with her hair up and flowers inserted in the back. Around her neck was the string of pearls. In her arms was a small bouquet of deep red roses. They waited at the back briefly then began the slow walk to him. Her eyes were only on him as his were on hers and he thought he had never seen her so beautiful as she looked at that moment. When she and Clint arrived in front of him, Clint put her hand into Bucky's, then patted his friend on the back. Lacey got a kiss on the cheek. They turned and faced the officiant who smiled at them both.

"Folks, go ahead and sit down," he announced. "We're here to witness the ceremony of marriage between Lacey Christina Williams and James "Bucky" Barnes. This wedding has been almost ten years in the making since this couple first met in 2014, then were separated by circumstance and tragedy. Even though they faced difficulties after being reunited in 2023 they both hoped their love would prevail and it has as they are here today to commit to a life together. Before we begin, if there is any reason this couple should not marry, I would ask that an objection be raised now."

He looked over the assembled guests and nodded his head when no one said anything.

"Bucky, would you please say your vows to your beloved Lacey?" he asked.

Bucky faced Lacey and took her hand in his. "In the fall of 2014, I was a broken man; on the run, trying to get away from those who would use me against my will. I was a stranger and you gave me shelter. I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you quenched my thirst. Even though I had to leave the next day I never forgot your kindness, and you stayed in my heart from that time on. When I learned that you gave me a son I vowed I would make it right and marry you. Today is the completion of that vow. From this day forward I promise to love only you, to be faithful only to you, to be a good husband and father to our son, and any other child you bless me with. With you I will always be truthful, respectful, and to protect you and our family from harm."

She smiled at him the whole time he spoke, and when his voice broke during his vows for the future, she pulled her hand out of his and caressed his cheek.

"Lacey, would you please say your vows to your beloved Bucky?" asked the officiant.

She took his hand in hers and looked up at him. "There is so much that I could say to you about how we fell in love so quickly, even though it was months before we told each other how we felt," said Lacey. "Though we faced a long-distance separation, misunderstandings, and a kidnapping, I never once doubted your love for me. The hardest time was those five years when I thought you were lost to me for good. Now, I'm standing in front of you, older, hopefully wiser, and absolutely sure that this was always meant to happen. I know with certainty that I will never love anyone as much as I love you, there is no other who will ever tempt me, that being your wife will bring joy to my heart and having more children with you will bring joy to our lives. I will always be truthful to you, and I will be your loving partner in everything for the rest of our lives together."

"I will now ask Bucky and Lacey to declare their intent," said the officiant. "Usually the couple declares individually but they have asked to declare it together, as a symbol of their devotion to each other. Bucky and Lacey, do you take this person, standing before you, to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to live together in matrimony, to love each other, comfort each other, honour and keep each other, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"

"We do," they both said, smiling at each other as they said it.

"May I have the rings, please?" asked the officiant, receiving them from Laura and Sam. "These rings are unbroken circles and symbolize the infinite love of your commitment together. When you wear them remember this moment as the time when your journey from first meeting each other came full circle to when you committed yourselves to each other for eternity." He handed Bucky the ring for Lacey. "Bucky, repeat after me, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always and forever."

Bucky placed the ring on Lacey's finger and repeated the vow. He handed Bucky's ring to Lacey.

"Lacey, repeat after me," he said. "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always and forever."

Lacey placed the ring on Bucky's ring finger and repeated the vow.

"Friends and family of the couple," said the officiant. "I know that many of you have waited for this moment as much as these two have. With you as witnesses, Bucky and Lacey have pledged to be joined in marriage. They have sealed their pledges with the exchange of wedding rings. By the authority granted to me by the State of Iowa, I now pronounce you married. You may now complete the ceremony with the sharing of a kiss."

To applause, whistles, and several cheers Bucky placed both of his hands on Lacey's cheeks and gave her a tender but passionate kiss. Then they hugged each other firmly. As they signed the papers with Laura and Sam, the guitarist played Fly Me to the Moon which some people sang along with. He followed that up with How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You). For their exit processional he played Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours. They formed a receiving line, so everyone had a chance to say their congratulations then were able to get a drink, a scotch for him, ginger ale for Lacey. Bucky put his arm around Lacey and kissed the top of her head.

"You look amazing," he said. "My heart was in my throat when you came out of the house. I couldn't believe how beautiful you looked."

"Thank you for the pearls," she replied. "I cried when I saw them."

She wavered slightly and Bucky put his arm around her. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Maybe you should sit for a while?"

"It's just warm," replied Lacey. "I felt a little faint for a moment."

"Sam, could you see if the bar can make up a little ice bag for Lacey?" asked Bucky. "I think she's feeling the heat."

Sam ran over to the bar and came back with a plastic bag full of ice. Bucky placed it on the back of Lacey's neck and she looked at him in appreciation. "You take such good care of me," she said.

Clint was suddenly there studying her with a concerned face. "You're not going to faint at your own wedding are you?" he asked. "Bucky I have some sport drinks inside. Lacey can sip on one to restore her electrolytes. She should be in a cooler environment, maybe in your trailer?"

"But what about the photographer?" she asked.

"I'll talk to him," said Clint. "He won't want the bride fainting in the heat. It would hurt the baby."

Lacey started to cry. "Did Laura tell you?" she asked.

"We've had three," smiled Clint, looking at Laura who was vigorously shaking her head at Lacey's assumption. "You don't think I couldn't tell when Laura was first pregnant with the last two? Now, go cool down. You have a couple of hours before the reception. The photographer will do your pictures a little later and the light will be so much better."

Bucky picked her up in his arms and carried her to the trailer followed by the others. As soon as he sat her down on the sofa, he cranked up the air conditioning. Clint brought the sport drink, and she sipped it while Bucky kept the ice bag on the back of her neck. A few minutes later there was another knock on the door. Sam opened it to Bruce and Dr. Strange. Bruce kneeled in front of Lacey; his face full of concern.

"You got a bit overheated?" he asked. "How far along are you?"

She looked at Bucky, who shrugged. "Is there anyone who doesn't know by now?" she asked.

Bruce smiled apologetically. "I saw Bucky carrying you," he replied. "I've seen you pregnant before, remember? Stephen is an MD as well so we're just making sure you're okay. No one else knows."

"I'm about five weeks," said Lacey. "I had my implant removed about seven weeks ago. Missed my period, took an over-the-counter pregnancy test, no morning sickness. I just felt a little faint and you're all making such a big deal over this."

"Of course we are," said Bruce, with his gentle voice. "You're part of the Avenger family. You were when you were first pregnant with Tommy. We just couldn't help you then as much as we wanted because of circumstances. But now, we're all over it."

"I can examine you with magic and confirm for sure," said Dr. Strange. "If you'll permit me."

Lacey looked at Bucky who just watched it all with a little smile on his face. "They care, Lacey," he said.

She nodded at Dr. Strange and he conjured up several glowing circles from his hands and ran them over her, looking at the symbols that were generated by them. It took only a couple of minutes, then he stopped and stepped back.

"You're right about your timelines," he confirmed. "Your electrolytes were a little out which is why you felt faint. I would suggest you add a little bit of salt to the sport drink to get them back to an acceptable level. Half a teaspoon maybe in what you have left. You should be good to go for the rest of the evening as long as you don't overdo it."

Everyone in the small crowd inside the trailer gave a sigh of relief and Sam brought over the salt container. He poured out an amount on a spoon and poured it into Lacey's sport drink. After she swirled it around to dissolve the salt she sipped it again. Clint, Bruce, and Dr. Strange left satisfied that she would be alright. To her surprise, Lacey began to feel better by the time she was almost finished the drink. Her colour returned and Laura said her skin temperature felt better after laying the back of her hand across Lacey's forehead. Bucky offered her his hand as she stood up and watched her intently for any signs of distress.

"I'm good," she said to everyone. "Really, I feel a lot better. Let's get those photos done and have a party."

They filed out of the trailer and saw Clint standing with the photographer. It was the same man who had taken Lacey's head shot for her second book and he waved.

"You're, okay?" he asked Lacey. "After seeing what Clint has here on the farm, I have some ideas for some unique shots. I definitely want to use that old truck. What a beauty. Shall we get started?"

Bucky and Lacey nodded, following him over to the old truck, where he arranged everyone in various poses on and beside the vehicle. As Clint had predicted the light was better as the sun was lower in the sky. It had a golden property to it that would come through on the finished photographs. By the time the formal photographs were finished the guests were taking their place in the barn for the reception and everyone was in the mood for a party.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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omg theme night!! i always miss these because of time difference! maybe Joel (TLoU) and “how does that feel?” and “stop pouting” to f!reader? im thinking like established relationship, very fluffy and loving vibes? do with this what you will haha. thank u girl 💗🪩✨

uh YES! I love the fluffy loving vibes, you're the best! Also, I couldn't tell if this was for the smut night or not cuz you said fluffy loving vibes so I went with spice and love LOL anyways.

Joel's heavy, bounding breaths are all that I hear as I press my cheek against his sweaty chest, enjoying the feeling of our bodies wrapped around each other, the cool breeze blowing through the window and calming our heated skin.

"You're awfully loud, you know that?" He teases, finger pressing under my chin to lift my head up, our gaze meeting with a grin and I feel myself slipping further and further into him. I secure an arm around him, fingers tangling in the soft brown curls at the back of his neck and he hums, lips pecking mine gently.

"Do you think we woke her up?" I ask bashfully, stomach twisting in anxiety at the thought of getting caught by his teenage daughter, not prepared nearly enough for her judgement and witty comments.

She must know her father has had something going on behind closed doors even though her and I have never met. I'm typically sneaking in way after she's gone to bed, sneaking past her room and allowing Joel to take me to bed and we've been careful, extremely careful.

His concern was that it would get around to Sarah's mother and it would cause issues in the already lacking custody and he didn't want to jeopardize his relationship with his daughter or his secret relationship with me.

He's apologized nearly a million times, worrying that I'm starting to feel like a secret and as if I'm disappointed but what he doesn't know is that I would do anything, go through anything, to be with him, laying her, beside him in bed.

I would be a secret forever if it meant I could share some of my life with him.

"Nah, girl sleeps like a log most nights." He whispers against my forehead, peppering small kisses to my skin and I sigh in relief, raising a hand to my cheek, feeling my flushed skin.

"Fuck." I mutter with a gentle laugh, still soaking in the post orgasm haze while he does the same, chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, the opposite of how he was just twenty minutes ago.

"Yeah, fuck." He laughs breathlessly, hand slipping further below the blanket and down the expanse of my shivering spine. "You're too good at that." He emphasizes and I giggle with furrowed brows, looking up at him through my lashes with a questioning look on my face.

"Which part?"

"All of it. 'm having a hard time keeping up with you." I pat his chest, pressing simple kisses along his shoulder while rolling onto my stomach, tossing a leg over his waist as his eyes widen, tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the sight of more bare skin.

"Good, I like you always chasing after me." I whisper teasingly, going to move but I feel my calves cramping up, forcing a groan from me. "I'm cramping up from being on top of you." I move to massage my thighs but he bats me away, digging his thumbs into my muscles with a playful grin.

"Oh god, should I apologize?" He asks with a smirk, eyes softening as I let out a relieved moan, loving the way his fingers just know where to press to heal my pain. "You like that?" He asks against the shell of my ear, accent only deepening and thickening as I groan, gripping onto his shoulder. "How does that feel?"

"Hmm, good." I gasp. "Don't start this again-"

"Start what- I'm being nothing but a southern gentleman." He teases, hand trailing up to the side of my thigh to my bare hip, his eyes shining with nothing but mischief as he gives me a sweet look.

"Mhm, sure." I giggle, not believing for a second that he wouldn't pull me on top of him if I gave him the go ahead and I watch as his lip juts out in a pitiful pout. "Stop pouting." I pat his cheek with a giggle, leaning towards him to press my lips to his, kissing away his dramatic frown.

Before Joel can say anything else, we hear a shout and a groan from the other room, Sarah calling out to us. "Can you guys shut up?"

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julie-schwieters-supremacy · 1 year ago

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intro !! (sarah's version)

i changed my url!! prev: -> just-sarah-xx // 14/05/2024

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this is my fav post that i've made so far: https://www.tumblr.com/julie-schwieters-supremacy/746191574561636352?source=share

my mooties<3: @niallermybabe - bells, probably will tag as bells💛 (im sorry i dont have a better name) @quackethh - tay, will tag as quack quack @antisocialgaycat - lele, will tag as bestieboowifeyforlifey @cc-horan - cc, will tag as cc or 🍍 @strawberry-lia - lia/laura, will tag as 🍓 @localrockstargf - my shifting bestie xe, tagged as 🎸 @sad-trash-pigeon - fernie, tagged as pigeon🌿 @shutup-andletme-go - jack, YOU ARE JACHARY IM SORRY U DONT HAVE A SAY IN THIS @thatsawesomedontyouthink - emma, i also havent given you a tag yet im very sorry @waitingforthesunrise - ari, will probably tag as ari☀️🌿 @5ducksinatrenchcoat - flora, will probably tag as duckies x5 @svnflowermoon - lucy, will probably tag as luc🪩<3 waaaaiiittt wait wait wait @sleepy-vix (im so so so sorry i am so sorry ur so special omg i cant believe i didnt add u) - vix, uhh ill tag u as vix (mitski's version) @elemelom OMG my irl, imma tag you as em :D melon (im sorry thats just what i associate your name with) @demigoddess-of-ghosts - tess, ill tag u as tessy :3 julie schwieters is my bae (she doesnt know i exist) so she deserves a tag too, which is #julie schwieters supremacy my asks tag is #i'm not introverted !! (my asks) my posts and random rants will be #sazzy yaps i will do more im sorry if i missed u (i haven't fully added the moot tags so some might not show up)

so yeah thats my intro imma prolly edit it later have an amazing day<333

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harryleatherfit · 2 years ago

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Upper East Side: AU: Frankie Morales

Chapter 6: The Box

word count: 6600

warning: MATURE, dni if not 18+, smut, fingering, oral f! receiving, over stimulation, sex club, heavy petting 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 probably more so let me know if anything is missing

this is not revised or looked over (sorry) and kinda my first time writing smut… so… but i tried 🫶

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Frankie POV

The professors decided to stay late for the last day of auditions, finalizing the cast list that would be put up the next day.

It was difficult for them to pick the roles, so many talented students and to only give 15 characters. They all had to weigh the highs and lows. They couldn’t give the role to the obvious person, they had to think of who would take it seriously for a college broadway production.

The 2 Macbeths would be the face of Broadway, and they would have to be able to keep up with the early stardom. These 2 would have to keep up with their studies but put the production as their number one priority. They couldn’t think of seniority but pure talent before their eyes.

Papers were spread over conference tables, coffee was brought on the dot every hour, videotaped monologues were rerun a thousand times. Balls of paper were thrown all over the floor.

“Ok team, it’s nearing midnight what are we thinking about the Macbeths?” Ms. Roylance asks.

There were a few groans from around the room, everyone has been casted except for the duo.

“Starting with Macbeth,” She writes on a board.

“I feel Davis had emotion in his stance, his reactions to what Lady M would say were on the dot, but I feel like something was missing.” Benny says.

“Yeah he’s a great choice, but I feel like he wouldn't be Broadway ready, I mean every magazine will write about this play, so we do have to pick the best we have.” Fish chimes in.

“Ok Davis, ⅔ points.” Ms. Roylance writes on the board.

“What about Mattias, that boy is a star.” Ironhead says. “He has the passion, he has the pretty boy look, he can act.”

“And he’s got the body, he's a good dancer!” Cheot adds.

“I mean Roylance, he’s our Macbeth. He can work with anyone, he’s calm and controlled and his monologue hits every spot we’re looking for. All you have to do is say yes.” Ironhead twirls his fingers together in excitement.

“Ok fine, Mattias is our star.” She puts his name in red on the board, it’s final. “And for our lovely ladies, Lady Mac, there's quite a handful. There's McKayla, Kelsey, Sarah, Emma, our North Carolina transfer, Nina-”

Fish heard Pope bring up you and he immediately felt engaged in the conversation again.

“About Nina, ma’am.” Pope interrupts. “I didn’t think to say anything about it now since it was before her audition, but I was walking up to the theater doors to go to the bathroom and I overheard Nina talking to our new student… and it wasn’t the most humane conversation.” He sank into his chair.

Fish felt the heat in his face rise, the room felt insufferable. He wanted to claw away from his chair and find you, but he couldn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me immediately?” Ms. Roylance asks.

“I didn’t think of it much because this is always how Nina has been since her freshman year, her dad paying her way through this school and scaring away fresh talent because, honestly we let her but this time she crossed a line. She was calling her names, saying she needed plastic surgery, and that she would get her kicked out if she got the part over Nina.”

That’s funny, that bitch genuinely looks like a catfish with all that plastic in her face, worse than a kardashian- Frankie thought to himself.

“But the worst part was she didn’t even respond, she just stood there in front of Nina taking everything in. She looked petrified and I’m glad I intervened when I did. Personally I think she shouldn’t even be offered another role again for the rest of her senior year, but I understand with her father, the legality of that would be extremely tough.”

She didn’t speak up to Nina? Why not?

Fish felt his heart drop. Nina had the audacity to belittle you? Nina thinks she can use her dad and his power to hurt you, replace you?

He would do anything in his power, in his position and with his connections to get that girl kicked the fuck out. He didn’t care, he would use his power in this damned school and city to make sure she suffered for what she did to you.

“Pope why didn’t you say anything, man?” Benny says.

“I really didn’t think anything of it and I remembered, I’m sorry but to what I heard I think it’s serious. What does everyone else think?”

Fish rattles up his hoarse voice, “We kick the girl out for all I care, I can deal with her dad. We should’ve kicked her out since day one and taken our chances.”

Roylance and Cheot give him a look, they both know they couldn’t have done that.

“I say we give the roll to our new girl.” Redfly speaks up. “Listen, we wouldn’t have to kick Nina out because we know the hellhole her dad would put NYU through, but I mean that scream c’mon, the tears, her performance. The message she gave to us. She’s a talented performer and we all know this from last spring. We saw a new Hollywood star on some random stage. So we give it to her solely because she has proved herself that she has what it takes.” He goes on. “Roylance we know Mattias will work well with her, they already have stage chemistry, this will work.”

“And Nina couldn’t even cry, she was shaking violently like a little dog. Do we collectively want to give this role to that?” Ironhead asks.

“I agree with you, we are giving her the role, but how do we ease the cast list? What is our game plan for Nina’s dad? How will we protect our new Hollywood? We’re aware of what Nina can do and what her father can hide.”

“You can make sure Nina will never talk to her in your classes, for sure as hell I will make sure in my voice class Nina will not lay her eyes on her.” Benny states.

“And for sure as hell I’ll tell her friend Laylah, who is our Head of Makeup, to keep an eye on her and be with her 24/7.” Redfly puts. “And Cheot can ask Laylah how she is in her dance classes.”

I know for damn fucking sure that evil little bitch will not go near my girl.

Roylance moves her head side to side thinking, “Okay with our work as human beings, and as teachers..” She circles your name on the board next to Mattias’s,”We have the house of Macbeth then!”

The teachers get up from their seats and claps are heard all around the room.

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“Wake up!” Laylah is shaking you awake. “Wake up! The cast list is out. It’s on the school bulletin board, we need to hurry!’

“Oh jesus.” Laylah, Rose and Hannah all get their shoes on and you don’t even bother, grabbing the nearest pair of slides.

Laylah is near hauling you across the campus, you need fucking coffee.

In the distance you see a horde of people crowded around the arts bulletin board. It's a cold Saturday morning and it's too early to even care what you look like.

As you get closer your heart starts to race again, but with excitement. No matter what you’ll be happy with the results.

You can see all the arts professors standing in a line not far from the crowd but just observing. Most likely there to condole people or to answer questions about rehearsals.

He wasn’t there.

Everyone around the paper is now starting to open an entrance, just staring at you. What for?

You read the tiny little script, Mattias is Macbeth and you look one level down…

“OH MY GOD, YOU FUCKING GOD LADY MAC I KNEW YOU WOULD.” Laylah screams.

Hannah, Rose and Laylah all bombard you with a group hug and you don’t even know what to say. You give your thank yous, and everyone around you congratulates you.

“I don’t even believe it, I can’t believe I have a lead here.” You exclaim.

Your heart fills with a swarm of liquid joy, even in the cold you feel like the sun. You immediately feel every worry go away in your body, you’re happy. You can pocket this moment forever.

You immediately think of the rehearsals, the makeup and costumes. Getting to perform on broadway. Your face on a New York CIty billboard. Every moment in your life has built up for this, and you stop to really think about everything you have done to get you here.

You think of Frankie and how he even helped you with your monologue. He taught you to not hold back for anything.

And instantaneously, you feel hands shove you to the side. It’s Nina.

The group of people move behind her as she looks at the bulletin board. She didn’t even make it. Not as an ensemble member, a small featured character. Nothing.

She shrieks and stomps and immediately turns to you. Behind her, you see a guy behind her trying to console her, probably her rich boyfriend that couldn’t give a shit less if she got in or not. He’s probably with her for her father.

“I will fucking end-” She starts to yell in front of everyone.

“Sorry to interrupt but can I steal her for a second?” Ms. Roylance asks.

Thank god. You could not have another episode of Nina telling you how horrible you are. You couldn’t take it.

“No problem, Ms. Roylance take your sweet time, I’m gonna wait here with my boyfriend over there after you talk with her, if I may talk to you afterward?” She asks in a sweet slithering tone. She’s a fucking snake.

“Actually Nina, if we could, can we talk in class on Monday? I have a lot of planning to do this weekend for the rest of this semester. It'll be a lengthy meeting with all the arts teachers, as I hope you will understand the time constraint we are all under.” Roylance responds.

“Of course ma’am have a great weekend.” She walks away haltered and distraught. You felt like at that moment Nina would have done anything in her power to hurt you. You couldn’t have been more grateful for the teachers being there.

You walk with Ms. Roylance and to the professor circle near the arts hallway and they all congratulate you.

“How do you feel?” Mr. Miller asks.

“Shocked I guess? I can’t describe this feeling. I have absolutely no words.” You put your hands over your heart, “This is truly the best welcoming present I could’ve asked for.” Now you feel like you can fully express your win on getting Lady Macbeth.

“I genuinely don’t understand how this is even possible, and Mattias getting Macbeth feels perfect, but I can’t thank you enough, I don’t know how you can see me being on broadway in just some short months but-”

“No buts.” Mr Garcia smiles, “You are Lady Macbeth because you’re spectacular. You captured us in your audition, and we all know you have what it takes to be Lady Macbeth.”

“Picking Lady Macbeth was obvious, from the moment you stepped on that stage, we knew it would be you. You’re meticulous about your acting, and this is what the world needs to see. You’re a perfectionist and you won’t take anything less as an answer. You are the definition of Broadway ready.” Mr. Davis says.

You felt sick with the praises, you couldn’t stop smiling and putting your hands to your face. You could hear your friends in the distance giggling as they’re waiting for you- agreeing with the teachers.

“It wasn’t obvious it must have been so hard with all this talent here, I’m nervous for everything, I’m scared I won’t be as good as you all put me out to be.” You shy away from their eye contact.

“We know you’re good, trust me.” Ms.Cheot pipes up, “Even though you don’t dance, I saw some stuff of yours, and I only know the spring musical is waiting to have your name all over it.”

“But he really should've been here to tell you himself, but Mr. Morales really dug out for you. He said he saw you practice your monologue before your audition and said you improved when you didn’t have to. He kept going on about how he hasn’t seen your kind of talent in years. So purely we all agree you are one of a kind and you deserve this. Soak it in for today.” Mr. Miller 2.0 says.

And once again, he did something for you. You had chills on your arms just from that sentence alone. He has full control over you.

You laugh, “I promise I will soak it all in. If I may ask, when do rehearsals start?”

“Unfortunately we need to do a table read tomorrow at 10am, I’ll post the rehearsal calendar tonight for everyone. We’ll all be there to help work with everyone along with stage chemistry, but it won’t be too hard.”

Would you get to see Frankie?

“Thank you, I’ll see you all tomorrow. ” You start to walk off back to your friends, and Ms. Roylance grabs your shoulder, “I played Lady Macbeth when I was younger and I see you in me. You have this thing, I can’t explain it now but someday I will. Go home and sleep and come tomorrow with a fresh mind. And don’t pay any attention to that Nina girl, I’ll make sure she doesn’t bother you for the rest of this year.”

You smile at her and thank her all over again, appreciative of her actions with Nina.

You meet up with your friends again and they bombard you with questions as you walk back to your dorm.

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“Ok so in celebration of our win tonight what do you think we should do tonight?” Rose asks.

“We could go to a nice restaurant, maybe a club?” Hannah replies.

“We could do a library and some coffee and come back here to watch movies, if anyone wants a mellow night.” Rose says.

“I don’t want a mellow night, I want a night to remember.” You unconsciously say, you did have your first rehearsal tomorrow, but nothing you can’t sober enough for. You’ve got your natural remedy for a mad hangover, it’s what a college student does.

“Oh my god, we have to check out The Box then!” Hannah rejoices.

“What's the box?” You and Laylah both ask.

“Calm your tits for this one, you're in for a wild ride,” Hannah gets up, “It's this super exclusive club, you can go there with a reservation or in the hope that they’ll just let you in but here’s the catch, it’s sex burlesque club. It’s fucking crazy and really damn expensive.”

“If it’s expensive, then we shouldn’t go.” You say.

“No, I’ll just use the credit card my dad gave me for college, I never use it so tonight we will treat ourselves.” Hannah insists. Oh yeah just your sweet daddies credit card for a sex club okay. “But be prepared, there's sometimes like orgies on stage.”

“Orgys on stage?” Laylah questions.

“I know it may sound weird but it’s a once in a lifetime experience. It’s an all exclusive club and so many celebrities go their for a night away and theres crazy fucking shit that happens there. People pee on eachother, people fuck eachother, you see people doing coke, people take acid, you see attendees strip, you sing and dance your face off, you go to the bathroom and fuck someone you see really hot. I once went in my freshman year here with a fake ID and on the stage these girls were like, making eachother squirt. It was the craziest fucking thing I saw with my eyes. I promise it’ll be a night we all will never forget.”

“I mean it’s the box guys, everyone has to go at least once before they leave New York, and we’ll get you home before you need to go to your rehearsal.” Rose prods at you.

This was your chance to take the night off, to be free. Fuck it.

“Oh fuck yeah we’re going.” You plead. You’re night, so make it yours.

“YES THAT’S MY GIRL.” Hannah hugs you, “ A warning though we all need to dress really nice but semi-slutty. The bouncers let you in on your vibe and your party size, luckily they let in parties of 4 often and we have the money and real ID’s to show. Plus we’re all pretty fucking hot.”

The perfect dress you own for this night, a sheer shimmer slip on dress that only covers your nipples and a slit of fabric to cover your pussy. For a burlesque show you’re going match that fucking vibe. Underneath you put on a set of lingerie that would keep any odors from lingering but was still covered in crystals and made your whole body shine.

You felt like a performer yourself, who fucking knows. Maybe you would be on that damn stage tonight. You needed to feel something after Frankie.

You hadn’t thought about him all day. You were going to see him tomorrow, but things would be awkward again, and when were you going to be alone again with him. In the off chance to ask him what that almost kiss was? Not to gain anything for yourself, but to just have an explanation.

Tonight would be your fill in from him.

“Hey you want to smoke before? Just to heighten the experience? You don’t have to though.” Laylah asks.

You turn to her, “Fuck you look amazing Lay, I mean breathtaking.” She was wearing a mesh golden short dress, and she had the same idea of you wearing lingerie underneath, showing off all your tattoos. “Pack the fucking bowl at this point, it’ll send me somewhere else this night that I want to relive forever.”

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You get to the front of the line before the club with you, and notice how funny the bouncer looks. He’s trying to look scary to the common public, but to you he looks like a little fluffy unicorn.

He takes one look at you and your friends asks for ID and to look at a credit card. Hannah pulls it out and you drum roll in your head.

“Alright I suppose.” He says.

You kiss the big baldy unicorn and wish him the best night. You walk through the entrance and feel this storm of a new identity tacking onto you.

This is my night.

A hostess finds you and seats you in a private corner on the top floor near the stage, the ceilings are so high and the intimate room is illuminated in such a warm tone, you feel like you could pass out you're so happy.

“I have to hand you guys these stickers for your phone camera. We don’t allow any photography. If a staff member sees you taking a picture or taking off your sticker, we have to escort you out.” The hostess explains.

“So this is the nightclub where the celebs unleash their inner dirty?” What you asked felt so childish but it was a funny question, and you could barely think you were so high.

The hostess laughs and just walks away with your credit card.

“Girls were in for a long night.” Laylah roars out.

The music was already loud, a plate of dick shaped chocolate strawberries were ordered, and rounds of shots were taken. You didn’t take any, being crossed was not the night you wanted before your first rehearsal. A ginger ale would do just fine.

The middle of the bottom floor becomes a place for people to mosh as the music plays and you immediately feel drawn. Dancing is what your body craves. You head down the stairs and Laylah follows you.

A singer comes out onto the stage along with dancers, they are all barely dressed but their makeup is flawless. They are all spitting images of Roman gods. You couldn’t look away.

“Hi everyone I’m Eartheater and tonight we have a special song for you tonight.” She herself looked like Bella Hadid but on steroids. Her body was carved with the hands of the sun. “This is a shiny crowd tonight I see.” She says looking down at you and your friends. You cheer her on.

Every corner of the club was full. Everywhere you looked someone was moaning, people were touching each other, kissing. You weren’t bothered, people were giving affection to one another and it made you happy. If you were sober maybe it would’ve grossed you out but you looked up and saw 4 naked bodies, 2 hanging on the railing for dear life, oragasming the night away. You laughed so loud people smiled at you. The whole room felt like it was slow motion.

-----play Solid Liquid Gas, by Eartheater

“This song I actually thought of in this very room, and listening to it high makes my body tingle, so I hope you share that same experience with me tonight.”

She starts singing and immediately you’re taken away. This song alone could make you orgasm. It was sparkles speaking in your head and the base was felt in the core of your body. You were moving around in the crowd along Laylah, feeling the sweat accumulate all over you.

Your smile couldnt go away and your body rolled with the beat drops. Music high, makes your body go to outer space.

The dancers were all over and the room was so dimly lit, Eartheater dropped into the crowd and pulled you two up, “Give the crowd a show, pretty girls.” She smiled.

So you both continued to dance together, with the singer and the dancers. Never stopping, embracing the sensuality of the room, realizing this is a once in a lifetime experience. You could hear Rose and Hannah cheering for you both so loud.

Nobody knew you in this room, there were no phones. The disconnect turns you on, but you scan the crowd and see a group of men in the back, one that looks familiar to your heart.

It’s fucking Frankie.

He’s looking at you, taking a sip of his beer. He’s never seen you like this. He was with his friends that were also your teachers, but you didn't care. You couldn’t give less of a fuck if they all saw you at this club right now. Tomorrow you would most likey hate yourself for your fuck it mindset, but you could deny that was you on the stage.

Frankie was practically fucking you with his eyes, and you almost lost it. Right then and there if he walked up to the stage and fucked the life out of you, you wouldn’t have cared. No matter how high or not, you wanted him, you desired his touch. You would give this whole room a show if that meant you could be with him.

Your nipples hardened as he swept down your body. His expression turned into that downturned smile of his. He knew he was fucking with you. Laylah kept dancing around you, spraying a bottle of wine all over the stage and dancers. The room was moving at two frames per second but you told Laylah you were going to go to the bathroom.

“You’re sure I don’t need to come?”

“I’m sure, I just really need to piss.” You yell over the music.

You walk off the stage and keep your eyes on him, you just smile and look down. You wanted him to follow you, but would he take the ruse? Would he take that risk for you?

You get inside the bathroom and it's a bigger single stall and every wall is a mirror. You were surprised it was clean for a sex club. You check yourself in the mirror, all your makeup was off and your lingerie was still intact with your sheer dress. You felt lucky your makeup was sweat off and not smudged.

The door opens. You don’t look to the side of the mirror, and he’s standing in the doorway.

“That door opening is music to my ears.” You turn to him, “What are you doing at a sex club?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He’s wearing all leather and his usual trucker hat, his strong arms showing in his jacket. That itself makes your knees go weak.

His hair is ruffled as always and his scruff makes him look so hot. His presence made the tension rise. His rich husky scent was going to send you over board.

“I thought I was so high I was imagining you.” You laugh.

“You’re high?” He moves closer to you.

He’s so much taller than you, you feel so small compared to him.

“Sorta, I wanted to take my mind off of everything.” You admit turning back around. He was the reason.

“You can tell me to leave, if you want.” He stops mid room, in his husky tone.

“Stay, please. I want you with me.”

You wanted him with you all the time, and this was the first time you were going to be honest.

He gets closer to you and you analyze his face, his wrinkles, his dimples, his nose. Everything about him turned you on. You were both different people tonight.

You brought your hand to hold his face and you smiled.

He leans his forehead on yours, and you both breathe heavily looking at each other, his nose touching yours. He brought his hands to your face and you closed your eyes. You felt so safe right now.

His expression softened due to your touch.

“You always have this stagnant expression on your face for everyone, but when I’m with you, you immediately change-”

He closed the gap between you both so fast, you thought his lips on yours were fake. Everything was so heighted right now. His lips were so soft on yours and. It felt like an orange sunset. You both melded against each other. You couldn’t breathe, he was all over you. You braced your hands on the sink.

He gasps for air, “You’re so fucking beautiful pretty girl, I’ve wanted to kiss you since day one.”

That makes you whine. “And if you make that sound again it’s gonna make me do things I want to save for when we're actually alone.”

“So then fucking do them, use me. I don’t care.”

He slides his tongue across his teeth and shakes his head, “I could never use you, sweetheart. I don’t fuck the first night, let alone the first date which I havent been given the privledge to ask for.” He pauses to kiss you again, “In due time my needy pretty girl.” He puts a piece of hair behind your ear.

You were his pretty girl. If you weren’t already melting into his body, your brain felt like mashed potatoes, you couldn't think of one thing to say.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He orders. As you do he hoists you on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs. He runs his hands up and down your overlay dress, moving closer and closer to your nipples, making you lean against the mirror. Whimpering when he finally touches the lightly covered skin. The weight of his fingers makes you shudder.

“When I saw you walking into the club, I almost lost my shit. I wanted to walk up to you, but I saw your friends and didn’t know what to do. And then I look up at the stage 10 minutes later and there's this beautiful girl lady dancing with a bunch of naked people and I couldn’t control myself following her into the bathroom.” He pinches the fabric over your nipple and you wince with a smile.

“You dirty perv, I could scream right now.” You warn.

“The only screaming you make right won’t be quite from that.” And he immediately dips down and latches onto your throat.

He groans into you, and you bring your hands to his unruly hair. You close your eyes and moan as he hits the spot. All your dreams are coming true right now.

“Are you giving me hickies Mr. Morales?” You ask.

He looks up to you and takes your lips again. His tongue on your felt like the world was right. No matter how wrong this could have looked to the common public, you felt like the world's happiest person right now, “Maybe.”

“I bet you liked that. Me calling you Mr. and I bet you loved Sir, huh?

“Don’t be a tease, you’ll fucking kill me.”

“Then give me more.” You taunt.

He was a rabid beast, his hands were moving lower and lower down your back, and your legs were moving wider and wider, inviting him in. You were wiggling against him, trying to feel any sense of relief. If he took one swipe to your clit, you’d explode.

“Do you want to be touched tonight, pretty girl?” He asks.

You’re so drunk on him you can barely answer, “Give me your words or I’ll just keep kissing you and keep my hands off.”

“Give me a second to conjure up a sentence around you, fuck.” You slur out. Being high and him being between your legs almost made you ascend right there. “Let me touch you first, please.” You plead trying to get off the counter.

“Oh no no, sweetheart. Tonight is about you, we can explore more another night.” He places his hand over your pussy and your jaw drops open. The weight of his hand alone was too much. He pushes harder, “Now use those words of yours and tell me what to do to you.”

“Frankie please make me cum, please. I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything to earn it.” You plead.

“You’re being a good girl by using your words, that’s all I needed to know.” He immediately pushes your mesh dress up to your hips on the sink, and places his hands back to the fabric of your silver underwear. Slowly pulling the fabric to the side.

Normally you would be scared for this to happen, you were so self conscious about what men would think about what you looked like down there, how you womenscaped and you hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. But nonetheless, your body was care-free.

He took in his breath, “Look at this beautiful pussy, how wet you are for me. Were you this wet for me when you saw me up on that stage the first time.” He asks in a low baritone. His voice drop gave you a hint he liked what he saw.

“I’m always wet when I see you, you should know that by now.” You were, he constantly turned you on.

“I do know now, you’re a fucking mess for me. You’re dripping all over the sink.” He fingers crowd at your entrance, collecting the liquid. The air of the bathroom meeting center made you shiver. He looks down at where his hand meets your cunt and brings his fingers to his mouth.

Time feels so slow you don’t even know what to think, this is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to you.

He licks his fingers clean of your juices and all you could do is stare at him in shock. Your consciousness kicks in and you’re scared he might think you taste gross.

He finishes and places his fingers against your opening again, rubbing your clit softly. Slightly opening his mouth to yours in a soft gaze, “Your pussy- is dangerously sweet. If we were not in public, I’d be eating you out for hours. So we need to be careful. ” He kisses you again, rubbing circles on your clit, changing direction and speed, he knew he was driving you bat shit. “I can feel your clit fluttering, that perfect little bud begging for relief, huh?”

You shake your head.

“Good, now faster.” He frantically pushes his fingers inside you. You’re moaning louder than you thought you could ever sing. His thick fingers feel like heaven.

“Fuck, Frankie.. You’re gonna make me cum, fuck fuckfufufuck.” He’s moving at a prompt speed, stretching you out, not pausing once. You hold your back up against the mirror and move your hands to his hand that is holding his weight on your stomach.

“Yeah that’s it. Hold onto me, hold me as I finger fuck you. You’re doing so good, sweet girl.” His words make your walls tighten around his fingers. The squelching of your pussy and your moans fill his head. He was looking at you the entire time, your face contorting because you couldn’t handle the pleasure.

You look into his eyes and he meets yours, his pupils almost fully dilated. He’s so focused on moving his fingers inside you, you can’t help but screech when your orgasm builds up.

“Oh my god, frankie.” You catch your breath, “It feels so good, I’m so close.”

He makes you release your hold on him and he moves his other hand to your clit and traces his thumb over your pussy, The stimulation giving you a final send off. He grunts and pushes his fingers inside you faster.

“Cmon now sweetheart, make that perfect pussy cum all over my fingers, give me more to suck off. Soak me.” He commands.

The bubble inside you pops and his fingers continuously hit the perfect spot inside your pussy, “Shit shit shit, Frankie, I’m cumming, Im cumming.” You scream for the whole club to hear. Your legs start to close together, you need the pressure to withstand that much force goring through your body.

“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cum. So fucking perfect.”

Both of you catch your breath and feel the aftershocks of your orgasm when his fingers slide out of you.

He drops to his knees, his head right in front of your sopping cunt.

“You’re gonna learn that I always get my fill. As long as I’m on my knees, these legs will stay fucking open for me.” He utters.

After your little recovery he dips his head to your cunt and latches on, sucking the life out of your pussy. Moving his tongue from your clit, diving into your hole.

“That’s it, taking it so well for me, who’s my beautiful girl? ” He gasps up, “I would die for this pussy. So warm and tight.” He zips down again and his new pace makes your eyes cross.

You looked ahead in the mirror and looked at Frankies figure, in full leather, you were barely wearing anything, and his head bopping to fulfill the pleasure of your pussy made you whimper like a maniac. His hands against your inner thighs felt too natural. His skin against yours was so radiant, you couldn’t wait to have your time with him.

He takes one of his hands off your thigh and shifts it to your chest, going up your dress and through your bra. He manages to squeeze your tit. His large hand holding your body made your hands latch into his hair and push his head closer to your pussy. His large nose going into your dripping hole was killing you.

“Frankie I’ve never come like that before, that was life changing.” You admit, arching your back.

He looks up, “Then watch this.” He takes his hand on your chest and shoves it back into your sopping cunt. He’s sucking your clit and fucking you with his digits. He already knew your body so well, you couldn't comprehend how he knew how to undo you completely.

His fingers were reaching your g-spot a million miles an hour, finding the curve of your vagina so naturally. His lips felt like a magnet to your clit.

No person has ever done this to you before, so passionately and so vulgarly. It was all so overpowering, your stomach started to convulse, “Frankie, I can’t do it, I can’t. It’s too much. I'm gonna come again.” You mewl.

“Please baby, come for me. I need you to come for me, I know it’s a lot but you can do it.”

And that, you see pure white. Your mouth stays open and you feel his eyes on you again but you couldn’t bother looking at him. It felt like your two souls were being bound together. Something was tying you to him as you finished.You saw what he did to your body. You had just met him only weeks ago, and he was with you here. Now.

Your heart was breaking and repairing all over again. The orgasms were fucking with your head and body, and you thought you saw the universe. Being high and having an orgasm was another check off of the list.

He was your sun right now, he was all you needed.

You ran your hand over your heart to calm yourself.

“Baby, come back to me.” He pulls you out.

He’s whipping you down with a watered paper towel, cleaning your underwear as best he can and putting your dress back in place. You are in awe at how beautiful he is. You couldn't believe he was doing this for you.

“Guess what.” He asks.

“What?” You laugh. Of course he would ask a question after you took the life out of you.

“Well good and bad news. Good, ’m addicted to you, have been since day one. You’re beautiful inside and out. Bad, I will never get enough of you.” He states unapologetically.

That makes your heart drop.

“No man has ever said that to me.” You look down.

“I don’t know how. You’re perfect and I’ll say it a million times over for you to believe it. I would have fucking sit on my face for hours, just so I can inhale you and make cum over and over again.” He grabs your ass, “Those sounds you make, are my music and I would listen to that for the rest of my life.” He helps you off the sink, “ And I could imagine the sounds you’d make once we finally fuck.”

That made you groan.

He whispers in your ear, “We have a lot to do together angel. And I hope you know part of that will involve your pussy squirting.”

That made your stomach drop to your feet. All he does is keep fucking with your heart. You bring your fingers to your lips reminiscing the feeling of his lips on yours. Already missing him and his touch.

“Cmon baby, let’s walk out together and dance. We can just blend in the crowd and live through the night together. Then you can go back to your friends and we can see each other again tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod, and leave the bathroom with him. Part of you is still there. Wishing for your privacy again, but still excited for the awaited future together.

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Authors Note: writing Santiago dialogue is so much fun. I can imagine oscar isaac just being the sweetest and calming to the reader LIKE CMON. but uh, yeah kinda first time writing smut SO PLEASEEE don’t be mean. But if this was good also lmk. I planned more of the story!! I want like 20-30ish chapters.

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this is the song at the club and it’s fucking amazing.

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