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myscenic · 8 months ago

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Part I | Part II coming soon :>

Pairing: incubus!jung sungchan x prince!male!reader

Genre: royalty au, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (don't irl!!), swearing, big dick sungchan (yes, again, handjob (r. receiving), blowjob (sc. receiving), cum eating, slight gore, character deaths, (tough reader turns into a sub real quick ijbol), and more (i realized this was too long so I cut it into 2 parts), pls lmk if there's any mistakes :)

Word Count: 3.8k+

Synopsis: I just realized i forgot to write this lmao

𖤐 Note: this was inspired by smth, but i can't remember about what it was, so💀 still can't believe I got so many notes from my last fic, thank u guys sm!! im not really a good smut writer as im still learning, this rlly motivates me to write more but i think ima need to write more non smut fics to calm myself down-

y/n, the prince of the y/l/n's, stood before his father, the king, in the grand hall of the castle. the air was heavy with tension as the king addressed the group of knights assembled before him. y/n's heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and determination.

"my loyal knights," the king began, his voice commanding and authoritative. "i have called you here today to address a grave matter that has plagued our kingdom. people have been vanishing without a trace, and we cannot turn a blind eye any longer."

y/n's father's eyes bore into each knight's soul, his gaze unwavering. "i hereby command each and every one of you to investigate this matter. find out what is happening, and put an end to this menace that plagues our land."

the knights nodded in unison, their resolve firm. y/n stepped forward, his voice filled with determination. "i will lead the charge, father. i swear to you that i will uncover the truth and bring justice to those who have suffered."

the king's gaze softened, pride gleaming in his eyes. "i have faith in you, my son."

with their orders given, y/n and his fellow knights set off towards the town where the disappearances had been occurring. the moon hung high in the sky as y/n's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and unease. he knew that his duty as a prince went beyond protecting the kingdom; it was about safeguarding its people from the unknown horrors that lurked in the shadows.

as they ventured deeper into the small village, y/n's senses heightened. it was as if the very air crackled with an otherworldly energy. suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the silence, sending shivers down y/n's spine. without hesitation, he motioned for his fellow knights to follow him, leading the charge towards the source of the disturbance.

the house loomed before them, its windows shrouded in darkness. y/n's grip tightened around his sword as he prepared for the worst. he exchanged glances with his comrades, their eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern.

with a swift kick, y/n pushed open the creaking door, revealing a scene of eerie stillness. the room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the worn-out furniture. but what caught y/n's attention were the lifeless bodies of his fellow knights, piled together in a haunting display.

a sense of dread washed over y/n as he scanned across the room. he knew that the incubus, sungchan, was responsible for this mess. the prince's eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of the demon's presence.

but as y/n turned his gaze back to the lifeless bodies, a flicker of movement caught his eye. in the corner of the room, a figure emerged from the shadows, revealing the horns first, then the enigmatic and alluring form of sungchan himself.

"well, well, well, isn't this the prince of the y/l/n’s?" sungchan's voice dripped with a mix of amusement and malice as he sauntered towards y/n, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. "ah~ your knights. don't worry about them, my dear prince. i've taken good care of them. i'm sure they're in a better place now~”

y/n's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. "you monster! what have you done to them?"

sungchan chuckled, his voice a seductive melody. "oh, nothing too permanent, my prince~ just a little taste of pleasure and pain. they were quite...entertaining."

y/n's rage consumed him, fueling his every action as he swiftly gripped his sword and lunged towards sungchan, determined to exact his revenge. but to his astonishment, sungchan effortlessly flickered his hand, causing the sword to be flung away across the room. y/n's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest.

a wicked grin spread across sungchan's lips as he taunted y/n. "is this all you've got, my dear prince? such a disappointment~" his voice dripped with amusement and superiority, relishing in the power dynamic that had shifted in his favor.

y/n then tried to punch sungchan in the face. but before y/n could touch him, sungchan swiftly moved, his movements fluid and graceful. he reached out and gripped y/n's wrist with an iron grip, overpowering him effortlessly. with a sudden, forceful motion, sungchan flung y/n onto the bed, causing the prince to crash onto the soft mattress.

y/n's body sprawled across the bed, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. he struggled to regain his composure, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. anger still burned within him, but it was now mingled with a sense of vulnerability and helplessness.

sungchan loomed over y/n, his presence dominating the space. his dark, seductive eyes bore into y/n's, relishing in the control he held. "oh, my prince, you truly are a sight to behold when you're filled with rage. but sadly, you can't do anything now."

y/n's muscles tensed as he attempted to free himself from sungchan's grip, but it was useless. he could feel the power emanating from sungchan, an otherworldly force that left him powerless to resist. the realization of his own vulnerability sent a shiver down his spine.

sungchan's voice was a low, sultry whisper as he leaned in closer, his breath caressing y/n's ear. "don't worry, my prince. i have no intention of causing you any harm... yet. consider this a taste of what's to come. your defiance only adds to the pleasure I derive from breaking you."

y/n's mind raced, his emotions a tumultuous whirlwind. he knew he had to find a way to escape sungchan's clutches, to protect himself and his knights. but the odds seemed insurmountable, and the path to victory obscured by sungchan's overwhelming power.

as y/n lay on the bed, his body still tingling from the impact, he braced himself for what lay ahead. the battle had taken an unexpected turn.

sungchan's eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desire as he slowly crawled over y/n, his movements sinuous and deliberate. he leaned in close, his lips barely grazing the shell of y/n's ear as he whispered, his voice dripping with tantalizing promises.

"i was hoping for a show, my dear prince," sungchan purred while playing with y/n’s hair, a sultry smirk playing on his lips. "but i guess i'll have to take matters into my own hands."

y/n's heart raced, a mixture of fear and curiosity filling his mind. he couldn't help but ask, his voice laced with a hint of defiance, "w-what are you going to do?..."

sungchan's laughter filled the room. "oh, my sweet prince, you'll find out soon enough~”

with a swift motion, sungchan raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with an eerie, otherworldly energy. he whispered spells under his breath.

y/n's vision blurred, his consciousness fading away as he succumbed to the power of sungchan's magic. in the span of a few seconds, his body went limp, collapsing onto the bed as he slipped into unconsciousness.

"now, my prince, it's time for the real show to begin," sungchan murmured. he traced a finger along y/n's jawline, his touch sending shivers down the prince's spine even in his unconscious state.

after a few seconds, y/n's eyes fluttered open, his consciousness returning to him in a haze. as his senses slowly awakened, he became acutely aware of the chill in the air against his exposed skin. his heart pounded in his chest as his gaze fell upon his torn clothes strewn across the floor, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed.

a mixture of shock and horror washed over y/n as his eyes shifted to sungchan, who knelt between his legs with a sinister smirk playing on his lips. sungchan's fingers danced along y/n's inner thighs, teasingly tracing the contours of his skin. The sight of sungchan toying with his hardened cock sent a shiver of pleasure mixed with humiliation down y/n's spine.

"y-you monster!" y/n's voice trembled with a mix of anger and humiliation. "how dare y-you!"

sungchan's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that reverberated in y/n's ears. "how dare me?~" he purred, "then why is your body reacting to me?~"

sungchan leaned in closer, his breath hot against y/n's ear as he whispered, his voice laced with both menace and seduction. "you look so hot under my touch~"

y/n's body trembled, a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks. he knew this was wrong and he was embarrassed. the prince wanted to defend himself but there was no chance.

as y/n attempted to move his hands, panic washed over him. his heart raced, his breathing quickened, but his efforts were met with resistance. he glanced down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized his hands were magically pinned to the bed headboard, leaving him completely at sungchan's touch.

a mix of fear and rage coursed through y/n's veins as he struggled against the invisible restraints, his body straining against the unyielding magic that held him captive. "let me go, you fucking devil!" he spat, his voice laced with defiance and desperation.

sungchan's eyes glinted with muse, relishing in the power he held over y/n. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against y/n's face as he whispered, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. "oh, my prince, don’t you wanna have some fun?~"

a wicked smile played on sungchan's lips as he observed the war within y/n. "you see, my prince, your defiance only makes this game more playful..."

sungchan's eyes gleamed with a mixture of admiration and sadistic pleasure as he praised y/n, his voice dripping with lust and power. "my, my, my, what a handsome prince you are," he crooned, his gaze fixated on y/n's exposed body. "and that beautiful cock of yours, it's simply irresistible."

a wicked giggle escaped sungchan's lips as he relished in the control he held over y/n's body. his fingers wrapped around y/n's throbbing length, his touch both teasing and torturous. "are you ready to have some fun, my dear prince?" he taunted, his voice laced with seduction.

y/n's anger burned within him, his defiance still present, but as sungchan's hand began to stroke his cock, an involuntary moan escaped his lips. the pleasure mingled with his anger, forming a chaotic mix of sensations that left him both frustrated and achingly aroused.

"y-you... ah~" y/n stammered, his voice filled with a mix of anger and reluctant pleasure. "you son of a... f-fuck!" his words were choked off by a moan as sungchan expertly played with the tip of his cock, rubbing circles that sent waves of overstimulation coursing through his body.

sungchan's laughter filled the room. "how cute~," he purred, his voice a seductive melody. "i definitely prefer this side of you more~"

sungchan's seductive words and skilled touch continued to push y/n closer to the edge of pleasure, but amidst the overwhelming sensations, a surge of anger and defiance coursed through him. his frustration reached its peak, and with a voice strained with desire and fury, he managed to utter, "i-im gonna... ah~ fucking kill... y-you, fuck!"

y/n's words were punctuated by a moan, his body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and rage. sungchan's relentless pace only heightened his need, pushing him further and further towards the edge.

sungchan's ears perked up at y/n's outburst, a wicked grin spreading across his face. he tightened his grip around y/n's throbbing cock, his fingers teasingly tracing along the sensitive tip that glistened with precum. a low chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with amusement and a hint of sadistic pleasure.

"what was that, prince?" sungchan taunted. "did i hear a threat? how charming." his fingers continued to play with y/n's leaking tip, receiving a gasp from the prince. "but let me remind you, y/n, that here, in this moment, you are mine. and you can’t do anything about it."

y/n's breath hitched as sungchan's fingers circled and teased, his body betraying him in the most intimate of ways. each touch, each stroke of sungchan's fingers pushed y/n closer to the edge, the desire for release becoming unbearable.

y/n's body shivered as his orgasm crashed over him, shooting white ropes all over on his body and sungchan’s hands. hee panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. sweat clung to his forehead and his body trembled with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. but as y/n tried to catch his breath, sungchan's chuckle filled the room, shattering the brief moment of respite.

"oh, y/n~," sungchan taunted. "i'm not done with you yet." his fingers, still coated with y/n's sticky cum, descended towards the prince's stomach. with a twisted smirk, sungchan scooped up the milky fluid, bringing it to his lips.

y/n's eyes widened in disbelief as sungchan proceeded to eat his own cum, his gaze locked with the prince's. lust danced in sungchan's eyes as he savored the taste, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "mm~ you taste so fucking amazing," he purred. "i can't wait to have more of you later."

before y/n could react or utter a word, sungchan descended upon him, capturing his lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. sungchan murmured between the kiss, "taste a bit of yourself." sharing y/n's own cum with him.

the taste of the prince’s own cum mingled with both of their mouths, their tongues swirling together. y/n's mind swirled with a mix of emotions, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

sungchan released y/n's hands from the headboard, granting him a momentary sense of relief. y/n flexed his fingers, feeling the tingling sensation return as blood rushed back into his limbs. his cock was still throbbing, but a glimmer of defiance remained in his eyes.

sungchan observed y/n's reaction with a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and lust. "looks like someone's eager for more, huh?" he taunted, his voice oozing with dominance. "don’t worry, I’ll give you everything~"

y/n tried to defend himself but nothing came out of his mouth. did the heroic side of him got consumed by the devil?

sungchan's cock was a sight to behold, long and thick, with prominent veins pulsating along its length. it stood proudly before y/n, an imposing presence that both excited and intimidated him.

y/n couldn't help but gaze at the impressive member before him, his eyes tracing every contour, every throbbing vein that ran along its shaft. the sight of it made his mouth water, his own desire growing with each passing second. he could feel his own arousal building, a mix of curiosity and a hunger to experience the pleasure that sungchan's cock promised.

sungchan's voice cut through the air, dripping with confidence and a hint of dominance. "you're in for a wild ride, my prince," he declared, his smirk widening as he gave his cock a few pumps, accentuating its size and hardness. y/n gulped at the sight, feeling nervous but also excited to try it at the same time.

"i know you're eager," sungchan continued, his voice laced with a commanding tone. "but take it slow first if you want. so that you can savor every inch of me." his words hung in the air, a seductive invitation that y/n couldn't resist.

y/n wanted to please sungchan, to feel the fullness of him inside him. with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, y/n leaned forward, his lips hovering just above the swollen head of sungchan's cock.

as y/n's lips brushed against the swollen head of sungchan's cock, a wave of realization crashed over him. what have i gotten myself into? he thought to himself, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins. the boundaries he had once held so firmly were now blurred, and he found himself venturing into uncharted territory.

the taste of sungchan's arousal filled y/n's mouth, a heady combination of salt and musk that sent a jolt of desire straight to his core. his tongue swirled around the velvety flesh, exploring each ridge and pulsating vein with a newfound hunger. it was an act of submission, a surrendering of control that both thrilled and terrified him.

as y/n continued to take sungchan deeper into his mouth, he couldn't help but blush at the way sungchan responded. the low, guttural moans that escaped his lips fueled y/n's own arousal, reminding him of the power he held over sungchan's pleasure.

and as y/n's mouth continued to work tirelessly, he knew that once he crossed this line, there would be no turning back. but the allure of the unknown, the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp, was too enticing to resist.

sungchan's voice dripped with arrogance as he uttered his words, his dominance palpable. "i know you can take it all in, baby," he said, his tone laced with a smug confidence. and without any warning, he thrust his length y/n didn't take earlier into his mouth.

y/n's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and pleasure flooding his senses. the sudden intrusion made him gag, the sensation of sungchan's cock hitting the back of his throat sending shivers down his spine. his mouth stretched to accommodate the sheer size, saliva pooling around his lips as he struggled to find his breath.

drool trickled down the corners of y/n's mouth, a display of his submission and the overwhelming stimulation he was experiencing. he fought against his instinct to resist, allowing sungchan's cock to fill his mouth completely.

sungchan's grip tightened in y/n's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he maintained control. "that's it, take it all," he commanded, his voice a husky growl. The mixture of y/n's gagging and drooling seemed to fuel sungchan's arousal, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, seeking more of y/n's warm wetness.

y/n's eyes watered as he struggled to find a rhythm, his throat constricting around sungchan's cock as he fought to suppress his gag reflex.

sungchan's voice filled the room once again, this time with a hint of admiration. "you've given me the best blowjob of my life, fuckkk~" he praised, his words causing a surge of pride and satisfaction to wash over y/n. the validation that he had pleased sungchan in such a profound way fueled his desire to continue, to push himself even further.

y/n's heart swelled at the praise, a mixture of pleasure and happiness flooding his senses. the thought that he had brought sungchan so much pleasure, that he had exceeded his expectations, filled him with an intoxicating sense of fulfillment.

but sungchan's words quickly shifted the focus back to the present. "i'm almost there, baby," he announced, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. it was a warning, a signal that the climax was close and y/n's purpose was to bring sungchan to that peak of ecstasy.

as sungchan's thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on y/n's hair tightened, a silent demand for y/n to keep going, to push him over the edge.

y/n's mouth continued to work tirelessly, his lips and tongue coaxing every last drop of pleasure from sungchan's cock. the taste of sungchan's essence filled his senses, pushing him closer to the edge of his own release.

with one final thrust, sungchan's body tensed, his grip on y/n's hair becoming almost painful. a guttural moan escaped his lips as he spilled his seed into y/n's eager mouth. the taste of sungchan's release sent shockwaves of pleasure through y/n's body, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

sungchan cupped y/n's flushed cheeks, his touch both possessive and tender. "swallow it all," he commanded, his voice dripping with a mix of dominance and affection. y/n obediently followed, swallowing every last drop of sungchan's essence.

sungchan's smirk widened as he watched y/n comply with his order. "say 'ah'," he teased, his tone laced with amusement. y/n opened his mouth, his cheeks still flushed from their intense encounter, and let out a soft, breathless "ah."

sungchan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he praised y/n, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and arousal. "good boy," he whispered, his words sending a shiver of pleasure down y/n's spine.

y/n's blush deepened at sungchan's teasing words.

sungchan leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "you like being called a good boy, don't you?" he taunted, his words causing a surge of arousal to course through y/n's veins. the combination of sungchan's dominance and y/n's submissive nature created an intoxicating dynamic that left him craving for more.

y/n's gaze shifted away, his cheeks red. he hesitantly nodded in response to sungchan's teasing words, unable to deny the truth in them.

sungchan chuckled softly, his voice dripping with amusement. "aww, that's cute," he teased, his words laced with a hint of affection. the playful tone in his voice served to both tease and reassure y/n.

y/n bit his lip, unable to hide the bashful smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

sungchan leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over y/n's ear as he whispered, "you're such a good boy, y/n. i love how eager you are to please me. this attitude is so much better than the heroic, bravery side of yours~" his words sent shivers down y/n's spine, his body responding to the praise and affirmation in the most primal of ways.

sungchan then looked down and saw that y/n had came without being touched. a mischievous giggle escaped his lips, causing y/n's blush to deepen even further.

"aw, baby," sungchan teased, his voice filled with playful amusement. "did you just come untouched?" he asked.

y/n's face turned a deeper shade of crimson immediately.

"it's alright," sungchan said, his tone gentle and comforting. "i'm glad i made you feel good. your pleasure is important to me~"

sungchan leaned closer, his breath ghosting over y/n's ear. "i have so much more in store for you, baby," he whispered. "you're going to be begging for more." he said the last sentence seductively making y/n gasp.

sungchan gently guided y/n to lay back on the bed, his touch both tender and commanding. he positioned himself on top of y/n, their bodies aligned in a sensual embrace. leaning in, sungchan captured y/n's lips in a passionate kiss, devouring y/n hungrily.

their lips molded together in a heated dance, tongues tangling in a fervent rhythm. sungchan's hands roamed over y/n's body, tracing the contours of his skin with a mix of possessiveness and adoration. as their kiss deepened, sungchan couldn't resist the temptation to leave his mark on y/n's exposed skin.

lowering his lips to y/n's neck, sungchan began to suck and nip at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

moving downward, sungchan continued his actions, lavishing attention on y/n's collarbone. his tongue traced along the bone, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

y/n's breath hitched, a chorus of moans and gasps escaping his lips as sungchan marked him as his own.

sungchan's voice dripped with desire as he whispered against y/n's skin, his breath hot against the marks he had left. "you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his words laced with a mixture of reverence and lust. sungchan couldn't help but be captivated by y/n's allure, secretly enjoying each and every moment.

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lunajay33 · 5 months ago

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Future🍂

Summary: Daryl’s the only one that’s ever made you feel loved so when you get separated during the apocalypse you feel lost without him

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Daryl was there for me growing up and I was there for him, when his dad acted out on him I was there to hold him through the night, when a guy would break my heart he’d do everything he could to cheer me up, we were inseparable, so we saved money and bought a little house in the woods together, it was peaceful everything was just settling for us, eventually he asked me to be his girl and it was the happiest day of my life

Then came the apocalypse, thankfully I was with him when everything happened and he took me to the quarry away from the town staying far away from big crowds, we shared a tent and I’d grip him tight at night scared that if I closed my eyes he’d be gone in the morning or something would happen and he’d turn into a walker

Eventually we made it to the farm, life seems like it can be good here, there’s water, land to grow crops, chickens and livestock, even after everything that’s happened including Daryl’s accident I’ve felt a sense of calm for once

“Hey sunshine ya doin okay?” Daryl asked as he sat next to me around the low burning fire as he handed me a plate of bacon and eggs

“Oh yeah I’m fine just thinking about how we use to live, remember all the plans I had for our home, all the recipes I wanted to make, all the trips I wanted to experience with you, a family…….” I said the last part under my breath but the man had the ears of a bat

“Ya wanted a family…..with me?” He asked a bit of shock laced in his voice

“Of course D why would I, have a little girl running around with crazy dark hair like yours, seeing you play with her, maybe getting a dog you like, I just had so much more for us, but I’m still grateful that we were able to escaped together”

“Maybe one day we can still have that, ya never know sunshine, I wish I coulda given ya more”

“You give me plenty Daryl”

Everything was happening so quickly one minute the barns on fire the next there are walkers swarming the farm, I tried to get to Daryl but I got cornered by walkers having to run into the woods, my heart was beating so fast that was all I could hear, running for what seemed like hours till the sun started to rise, eventually I couldn’t hear anymore groans and moans of walkers, I slumped against a tree exhausted when I realized I’m in the middle of nowhere with no idea how to get back or where to even start looking for Daryl

That heavy feeling gripped my heart voiding me of any emotion but despair, I walked and walked and walked down the long winding road heading South, making stops for any supplies left at random houses or stores I came by, 2 months into be on the road I became sick, not being able to keep anything down, exhausted more from the long days of walking, coming to realize I was pregnant, it gave me a little bit of hope knowing that if I truly never found Daryl again atleast I’d have a part of him still

The months dragged on until my belly was plump with a little Dixon, luckily I found a house unscathed from seekers, the food stocked high which made sure I was malnourished during this pregnancy, I loaded up a car with the groceries and drove, everything worked for a few months, I am guessing I’m about 7 months now and the food was running low and the gas was running out, slowly my car came to a halt, I got out feeling the Georgia heat when I heard running water, I ventured into the trees with my canteen finding a a small man made waterfall, I filled the canteen when I heard shots, looking forward over a hill I see a prison, people walking around, I was secure no walker inside, distracted I didn’t notice where I was stepping and stepped right onto a nail on the train tracks making my fall and bust my eyebrow open, my knees ached and my hands were bloody, I pulled my self up screaming when I ripped my foot off the nail, the scream alerted near by walkers until they swarmed around me, I was scared and weak, this couldn’t be how I go I still haven’t found Daryl and I had to protect this baby

I gathered as much strength as possible running towards the prison gates, praying they would take me in and help just for today, I made it to the gates exhausted with a trail of walkers behind me when a woman with dreads appeared at the gates

“Please let me in I need help….please I’m begging” I cried holding my belly seeing her eyes soften as she noticed my baby bump, she yanked open the gates right in time to let me in and shut it on the walkers

“Come on hun let’s get you cleaned up” she smiled leading me up to the prison, we almost made it inside when I heard the familiar grumble of the bike I use to ride on all the time, late at night when everyone in town was asleep Daryl would take me out roaming around

I turned my heart leaping every second that passed, until I knew for sure it was him, and it was I could recognize that hair anywhere, he parked the bike and looked around till his eyes landed on me, and he did something I’ve never seen him do before, he dropped to his knees crying

I wobbled over to him still in pain but I didn’t care, I dropped gently to my knees infront of him holding his face in my hands

“I can’t believe I found you Daryl, it’s really you” I weeped as took me shoulders and held me tight against his chest

“I looked for ya everywhere I swear I never gave up, that day when ya weren’t with anyone after the farm it felt like my life was over, but I knew ya were still out there, god I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl, so much”

“Sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment but your girl need some medical attention” that’s when Daryl noticed my busted eyebrow and all the blood over me

He picked me up in his arms bringing me inside to Hershel

“The hell happened to ya angel?” He asked as Hershel attended to my wounds

“I stepped on a nail and fell in just glad I didn’t land on the baby”

“Baby?” Daryl face drained of color standing there frozen

“You didn’t notice? I’m pregnant D” I said flattening down my shirt to make my belly more prominent

“I guess I was just to stunned”

“You seem a lot more healthier than the Lori, how did you manage?” Hershel asked as Daryl came to sit by me squeezing my hand, something he did when he was anxious

“I found a fully stocked house, only just ran out of food today”

“I’d say you’re pretty lucky lil lady, now I’ll give you two some space”

Daryl looked at me with such love mixed with worry

“I can’t believe yer pregnant and it’s mine?” He asked gently rubbing the bump feeling the baby kick

“Of course it’s yours D, you know I’ve only ever been with you, I’ll only ever want you”

“I’ll keep ya both safe, I’ll give ya that dream life ya wanted fer us, I promise”

“I just need you Daryl, I just want you”

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sweetheart4you · 1 year ago

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I got an ask for Muichiro, who fought a demon and got injured. When he woke up, he was taken care of by a pretty male reader, so here's that fic! Sorry I've been so slow, I'll post another fic today! ( ´ー`)

When he got there, he was surprised to be fighting a lower moon demon. It was lower moon 7, so it wasn't too strong. Though he did get pretty injured.

Muichiro was told to fight a demon in a small town, though it was more of a village. It was out of the way at the base of a mountain, so not many demon slayers, especially hashira, went there.

Muichiro passed out from blood loss after he killed the demon. When he woke up, he saw a beautiful boy.

He had (y/hl), (y/hc) hair, and (y/ec) eyes. His skin was also a beautiful (y/sc) color. Muichiro had no idea his cheeks were flushed.

That's when he noticed he was bandaged well, and his wounds didn't hurt either. He was surprised that he was patched up.

After a minute, you noticed he was awake. You went up to him with a smile that made his heart thump loudly against his ribs.

“Are you okay? You were laying injured in the snow, I tried my best to patch you up.. You may want to get to a more civil area to get healed better..”

Safe to say, he was stunned. Your voice was beautiful. He couldn't respond. He felt frozen, and his mind was going a mile a minute.

All he could think about was you in different romantic situations, such as:

Laying his head on your lap while you sing to him as he dozes off.

You standing on a hill with a flower field, looking back at him with such a happy smile.

You playing with children in the middle of the village, encouraging him to join in.

You trying on his kimono.

And many, many more.

When he finally came back to, you were worried and panicking a bit.

“S-Sorry.. I was... Thinking.”

A couple months went past, and he refused to leave. He's practically moved in with you.

He got a job and kept slaying demons in the area. All you had to do was stay home, clean his wounds, and take care of the house.

You were basically his (house) boy-wife. The only thing missing was the actual certificate that said you two were married.

Otherwise, you were already all his, and he'd kill anyone that got in between you two.

Safe to say, you won't be escaping Muichiro. Though, he treats you really well and you eat well.

“My sweet, beautiful boy.. All mine.. Only mine..”

#male reader #sweetheart4you #gay #x male y/n #trans #yandere #yandere x darling #demon slayer #yandere muichiro #muichiro x reader #demon slayer muichiro #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #muichiro x male reader #yandere muichiro tokito #yandere x male darling #yandere x male reader

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nmakii · 9 months ago

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Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

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— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years… was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

��funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

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This is unique- the building started out as a local store, but the current owner bought it and converted it into a 1bd, 1ba home in 2020. They're calling it a barn-dominium, but it looks like a shipping container to me. The town of Windsor, SC is a trail riding community and this home comes with horse stables and 1.15 acres of land for only $235K. The interior decor is most unusual.

When you walk thru the front door there are hooks to hang coats on the wall. The bedroom is on the right. You can see the bed right there out in the open.

It's nice, and I guess if there's only 1 bd, there's no need to worry about privacy.

Walk in the front door and there's also the living room.

The living room and kitchen are open concept. Note the architectural salvage columns on the right. There's architectural salvage throughout the house. I love that look and the recycling concept.

The stools are wearing jeans. That's pretty cool. According to the description: Some furnishings, art and decor are negotiable. I would have to ask about those stools.

The kitchen sink.

The kitchen is cute- the cabinets are actually tool chests. You can see the loft above with the wrought iron railing.

They make attractive red and black cabinets.

If you've ever bought a tool chest, you'll know that they're not cheap. I think that this is a clever alternative to cabinetry.

These are Craftsman and they're definitely not cheap. It looks like they put wood counters on top of them

I saw the towel bars and got confused. Is this the bath?

Then I saw the washer & dryer. But, looking at the black metal nook, I realized that's the shower. It's not very deep.

Interesting.

I hadn't noticed the sink on top of the antique mail boxes until this closer photo. That's a bit of architectural salvage- love that so much. I don't see the toilet. I hope it's not a composting situation.

Here we are up in the loft. It's filled with storage, but it's pretty roomy.

Now, we're heading to the stables. So, there's a fenced area for the horses.

It's nice and clean. Room for several horses and it looks roomy.

Looks like there's an office in there.

Large garage/barn.

This must be the hay loft.

There's a road right here alongside the property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/683-Windsor-Rd-Windsor-SC-29856/316702349_zpid/?

#horse property #horse farm #small houses #houses #house tours #home tour #barn-dominiums

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faecaribou · 6 months ago

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Stardew Valley Tumblr Simulator

📚 solarian_bookworm

Hey guys! Any tips on how to get this little boy I'm tutoring to actually pay attention to my lessons? He's not very good at reading, but I'm even letting him pick out which books and he still can't focus! We don't have good education where I'm from (Pelican Town) so any chance he has at learning is from me. How do I help him?

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Feed him a stew that makes him go blind

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feed him the stew that makes you blind for one day

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stew that blinds him for one day

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Perhaps feed him a stew that makes him go blind for one day?

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1 day blinding stew

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wait guys isnt pelican town the place where once a year when the governor visits everyone puts an ingredient into a big pot and they make a stew and everyone eats from it??? dont give this poor girl this advice 😭😭😭😭😭

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lmao thats hilarious. do it

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...I think I'll just ask his mom for advice. Thanks though...

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halfway through the brand new dress! embroidering it is taking forever ugh

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Solarian Chronicles sucks

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if you say one more word on this subject im going to kill you

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I just don't get why defending and healing gives you a better score than attacking

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oh you mean the rpg game based on the books. continue

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:( i like the game

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Come see my band perform live tonight at Zuzu City!

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Hi yes I'd like to file a complaint. i went to your concert and I saw that damn eldritch monster that I swear I saw last week. What the fuck is that and what meme did I miss

🎸 pop_punkist

uh. are you talking about the farmer? they're actually the one who helped me start my bad they're sick as fuck. do you mind

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what the fuck is the farmer

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AITA for yelling at my wife?

I just came home from active deployment against the Gotoro army. i lost a lot of friends in the war. I was having a bad day and my wife tried to make my popcorn to cheer it up because it used to be my favorite but it reminded me of the bombs. I yelled at her that she should know better but the local farmer was at our house and told me not to take out my pain on my wife. Am I the asshole?

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NTA thank you for your service. if she did any kind of research on how to help people with PTSD from the war she would know to not be making loud banging noises like that

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What? YTA why would his wife know. she was trying to make his favorite food. she should divorce him

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I started this tumblr stimulator post and then forgot about it and gave up 😭

#stardew valley #dashboard simulator #unreality #dereality #tumblr simulator #sdv #sdv Emily #sdv penny #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv kent

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doetic · 2 years ago

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Closer - Edward Cullen x F!Reader (18+)

Plot: (Songfic for Closer by NIN) With a sexually repressed, religious guilt ridden boyfriend, Y/n has to take it upon herself to ensure her sexual needs are met. That is, until he catches her in the act. Warnings: Heavy NSFW, pretty much no plot, reader gets walked in on, Edward is dramatic and grappling with loads of religious guilt, loss of virginity, Edward bruises reader a bit. Word count: 2147

A/N: This is a rewrite of my first smut I had ever written that I posted on my old account @valwentinefics. You can find it here. Reminder that requests are open!

The sunlight filtered through the large windows that made up a majority of the walls in Edward's bedroom, casting a blue haze onto the walls as it filtered through the lush pine trees that surrounded the Cullen's property. Y/n's naked body was lit up by the soft rays as she laid on his couch, her left hand cupping her right breast while her right hand slid down to the slit between her thighs that grew wet with need. Most of the houses inhabitants, the powerful group of vampires known as the Cullen Clan, were out of town visiting friends, which left the beautiful house to Y/n and her boyfriend Edward Cullen, who was out hunting.

Y/n would be lying if she said she wouldn't have rathered it be Edward's hands grasping and rubbing her most needy spots, it was something she fantasized about often. But, Edward was, frankly, a sexually repressed virgin, and sex was far off the table with him. She knew it from the start, having been pulled aside by Edward's two adoptive younger brothers, Emmett and Jasper, who warned her about how much of a prude her boyfriend could be the day the two found out about their relationship. It wasn't a deal breaker though, Edward was an amazing boyfriend in every other regard, so Y/n was fine handling her urges on her own when given the chance.

Her eyes fluttered closed as a single finger poked into her entrance, soon followed by a second, causing a moan to slip through her lips which she had bitten to try to keep quiet out of habit.

Y/n curled her fingers inside of her slowly, hitting her sweet spot as she pumped them in and out. Her imagination took hold of her and she couldn't help but picture Edward above her, one strong hand holding her wrists above her head and his other propping him up as he thrusted in and out of her at a rhythmically quick pace. The thought was enough to elicit a second, louder, moan, this time in the form of his name.

"Y/n?" The familiar voice of her lover caused Y/n to freeze, her hands quickly ceasing their activities, quickly moving to cover her most intimate parts as she darted up into a sitting position, opening her eyes to see Edward quickly look away.

"I'm so sorry Edward, I didn't mean to call you, I just...got carried away," She trailed off, her face being taken over by such a strong flush that it was painful. Y/n wiped her hands with a tissue and quickly got dressed, Edward turning back to face her once her thoughts indicated she was fully clothed.

"Do you do that often?" Edward looked at her quizzically, his expression lacking the disgust Y/n thought he would have.

She looked away from his face at his question, her cheeks continuing their burning as even more blood rushed to them. "Only when I think you'll be gone long enough... Clearly I was wrong this time. I'm sorry..."

Edward gave no response to her apology, stepping closer to Y/n until he was right in front of her. Y/n turned her head to look back at him as he stared at her, deep in thought. As a vampire, Edward always had an air of dominance around him, making everything he did have a degree of intimidation to any observer. Y/n, however, knew him more intimately than a regular person, and she could tell from the look in his light amber eyes and slight furrow of his brow that he was nervous.

"Do you think of me often?" His pale hand slowly reached out to touch her hair, his thumb brushing along the side of her scalp with slow, controlled, hesitant movements.

"Always." Y/n replied, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what would happen next.

With a super speeded movement, Edward gently pushed Y/n down onto the couch, kneeling over her body. A hand moved Y/n's hair and shirt collar away from the crook of her neck, his face placing itself in the supple bend as he inhaled deeply. "You don't know what you do to me Y/n..."

Y/n stayed silent, the wetness between her thighs that she hadn't been able to fully take care of becoming even more unbearable as her arousal grew stronger from Edward's scent and proximity. A hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers softly playing with his hair.

"You make me feel things I know I shouldn't. Sinful things. You're so special, so beautiful, I shouldn't be thinking of violating such a precious gift from God. But still..." Edward moved his head out of Y/n's neck, his arms propping his body up and caging Y/n in underneath him. "I have an empty gash where my soul once was, my whole existence is flawed. But you, you're heavenly."

One of his hands trailed up the side of Y/n's body with a hesitant curiousity, sliding up underneath her shirt and pausing before her braless breast, his index finger and thumb framing the mound. Y/n held her breath as she looked up at her boyfriend who was staring down at his hand with a look of deep contemplation.

"The day I was turned into a monster was the day I was deprived of my access to heaven. I became the oh so feared devil. I tried all I could to redeem myself, to not stray from the path of God more than I already had, but the needs I have remind me I can never again get in his good graces. I'm a demon, and it's in my nature to want to desecrate the holy," He looked back up, his eyes softening when they met Y/n's.

She gave him a soft, encouraging, smile. Her hand moved to his and he let her guide it onto her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I feel like Hades presenting Persephone with pomegranate seeds, damning her to the underworld. Except you don't have a godly mother to save you..." He said remorsefully as his hand toyed with Y/n's breast, the cold of his body mixed with his movements making her clench her thighs together with need.

"Maybe I don't need saving, maybe this is exactly where I want to be," Y/n challenged breathlessly.

Edward's eyes searched Y/n's for something as he sat in silence for a few moments, presumably searching her thoughts for any doubts, his hand on her breast never stopping it's kneading. "Are you certain? This is the forbidden fruit. Theres no going back."

"Edward, for you I'd damn myself to hell a hundred times over." She said with unwavering certainty, each word laced with anticipation.

His hand left her breast, moving to meet his other one at the bottom of her shirt, carefully holding the fabric within both hands. "I know I should reject this, I should tell you you're wrong and send you home, but I don't have the strength." His eyes bore into his hands, the amber hues swirling with deep contemplation.

"If you're that certain I suppose it's okay then, for me to indulge, to take your purity." His concerned eyes looked up to meet Y/n's, giving her ample time to form a protest, but she couldn't find any reason to form one. With no response, Edward's eyes hardened and fists clenched around her shirt's fabric, accepting the permission Y/n was giving him to let go, to indulge, to snap.

"Y/n L/n, I'm going to fuck you like an animal."

With those words he tore Y/n's shirt in half. Seemingly guided by sexual instincts alone, his hands instantly slid up her waist and to her breasts, bringing with it a cold that made Y/n's back arch. His lips met her collar bone, kissing and sucking up to her neck.

Y/n tossed her head back, letting out a cry of ecstasy, one hand grasping onto Edward's white button down in an attempt to keep him close, the other at the back of his head, gripping his hair in pleasure.

A hand trailed down from her breast to her skirt, fiddling with the zipper before ripping the fabric off her body like he had with her shirt with a growl. Y/n couldn't even bring herself to be upset with him for his destructive habits as he moved her panties to the side, revealing her soaked and glistening folds.

His thumb wet itself in her juices before moving to her sensitive clit, rubbing it quickly. His other hand also left it's spot on her breast, collecting her wrists in its grasp and pinning them down above her head to keep her still as she thrashed from the pleasure brought from his assault on her delicate bud.

Y/n's mouth produced a symphony of moans as he rubbed, and they grew even louder when he switched his attention from her clit and carefully slid a finger into her hole, and easy task with how wet she was. Still, he only kept one in for a few moments, curling it slowly before eventually adding a second, continuing his curling movement, ensuring she would be prepared for his cock.

"Edward, please! Stop teasing me like this! I can take you, I'm ready!" Y/n whined, every few words interrupted by loud, desperate moans.

"I'm sorry my angel, it's rude to keep a lady waiting" A devilishly handsome smirk made it to his face, his hesitancy and nervousness almost fully dissipated. Both of Edward's hands moved from their spots to completely undress himself with his super speed before he returned to his spot. One hand returned to pinning Y/n's arms above her head while the other pumped his cock.

Carefully he slid it up and down between her folds, letting her need for him lubricate it before pushing into her with a single calculated and restrained movement.

Y/n breathed heavily as her body adjusted to his large size, and the mere second her thoughts indicated he was okay to move, Edward hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and began to pound into her as if he were taken over by his inner animalistic urges, his grunting and growling moans further solidifying that comparison.

Y/n couldn't do much but take it, unable to form a sentence or thought, his name a never ending prayer spilling from her lips. Her eyes stung with forming tears from the sheer pleasure brought by his relentless pounding, spilling down her cheeks when he used his free hand to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

"I'm going to claim you, I'm going to mark you from the inside." Edward vowed with a growl, leaning further into Y/n's body, folding her even more in half and allowing for his length to get even deeper inside of her. Y/n could do little other than let out a scream in pleasure. Edward seemed to be enjoying the deeper position too, his hand that was gripping her wrists above her head tightening it's grip to the point Y/n was certain he would leave bruises, the thought of which turned her own further, her pussy clenching around him.

Y/n was greatful for her boyfriends ability to read minds, she doubted she would have the ability to vocalize how close she was to her climax through her endless moans. Luckily, she didn't even have to try.

"You're going to cum for me? Good, I'm going to cum too, I can't hold it much longer." He growled out, ending with a gasp as he pushed in the deepest he had been able to get yet. "Cum for me Y/n," he ordered.

Y/n didn't even have the chance to hold it back, not that she would have wanted to anyways, her body acting on its own to climax the second he barked out his orders. Edward's body seemed to do the same, his thrusts slowing down and his hand letting go of her wrists, both arms propping himself up over her as he looked down at the sweaty and fucked out body of Y/n below him with an unreadable expression.

Y/n felt herself grow empty as he pulled out of her, followed by the trickle of cum flowing out of her achingly sore pussy. She looked up at him with half lidded eyes as she felt a wave of sleepiness take over her body. Even if she wasn't tired she doubted she could even remember how to move with how foggy her brain felt.

Edward brushed a few strands out of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly.

"You bring me closer to god."

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #twilight x reader #twilight #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #alyssia writes

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Helene destroyed everything in our town and surrounding areas Entire towns have been wiped off our map. Topographical maps have to be REDRAWN. I have no words to describe the devastation and loss around this area, to our people. I am safe, but the city/WNC has no running water and there’s no idea of when it’ll come back. Power has been out in most areas for at least 4 days.

There are people on ventilators and other machinery to keep them ALIVE. Without power or a generator, there’s nothing you can do. Entire mountain sides, full of houses and pastures, are buried under hundreds of feet of mud. Thousands are missing and even more unaccounted for with the lack of cell service. It’s taken 5 days to have ANYTHING even in the heart of the city. Please pray for WNC and the surrounding areas in eastern TN, SC, and GA.

Sending you all my love. I’ll try to write soon. Maybe it’ll help me out of this exhaustion and heartbreak.

-bunny

#bunny updates #fanfiction #spnfandom #URGENT #help wnc #SPREAD THE WORD #SOS

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ss-company · 1 year ago

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413 8th St, Brooklyn, NY 11215 4 bd | 3ba | 2.500 sqft $4,550,000 Enjoy Brooklyn Brownstone living in this Park Slope gem that has been meticulously renovated and entirely rebuilt from top to bottom by architecture and design firm Frances Mildred. Exuding elegance, style, and comfort, this stunning home offers a modern take on a traditional townhouse, combining the best craftsmanship and period details with 21st century luxuries.Spread over four floors of living space plus a cellar, this is a home of highest quality where every element (surface, fixtures, hardware, fittings) has been carefully selected with a discerning eye. The house consists of four bedrooms, three full bathrooms, a large family room on the garden level, and a separate study/den with two skylights. A serene and private garden measures 40+ ft deep and provides a wonderful setting for relaxation or entertaining.Located on a quiet tree lined block, the house is near 7th Ave and all the conveniences it offers. 1 block from the Brooklyn Methodist hospital , 1 block from the independent ( F) train; 2 blocks from the BMT ( R) subway line; 1 block from PS 39 public school; 2 blocks from St. Saviors Catholic school and church; 1 block fro the Presbyterian Church; 2 blocks from Prospect Park with ample multi cultural restaurants and bars in walking distance. Excellent neighborhood with many professionals, including next door neighbors who are doctors and lawyers.

#ch: aleksandra #sc: town house

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amydiddle-fanfiction · 3 months ago

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10 Years More (Stanley’s Tale)

Stanley Pines is hitting his late 30s. He has lived a hard life on the road and only when he was in his darkest moment in '82 did he finally turn to family to help. Now, after a few years of living with his older brother, he is mostly on his feet. There are still days where he sleeps in his car but he at least knows he can make an honest living and turn to some people when in a terrible bind.

Still the world does change in terrible ways and now Stan finds himself packing up once again to drive towards a person he is sure never wants to see him again just because his mother asked him to. The last time anyone even heard from him was that same year Stan dialed up Sherman's number, who said that the man just decided to fully cut himself off from family forever?

What kind of town was Gravity Falls anyways? Whose to say Stanford even needed help?

Ao3 (THE FIC THAT MAY NEVER BE COMPLETED IS BEING WRITTEN)

Chapter 3

Gravity Falls was a small town nestled in a strangely shaped valley and, from Ford’s notes, was a place that was full of weirdness that the citizen apparently ignored. From gnomes to weird doorways that should not be opened, they would happily keep their eyes shut. What they did not ignore was the new red car that was currently driving down the main road.

All eyes seem to be glued to the stranger as he made his way up Main Street.

Stan shrunk down in the driver’s seat as he pulled into the first food place he saw. It was a weird building, shaped like a log with a big sign that read ‘Greasy’s Diner’ up on top. Hopefully the place was not too expensive.

He tried to ignore the stares that were being not so subtly thrown his way as he opened the door.

“Yeah, I know I’m good lookin’. Stop yer staring!” He shouted at a couple that had stopped mid-walk by to parking lot.

He watched the couple jump and scurry away, finally taking their eyes off him.

He knew he was a mess. Between driving up all night and cleaning up the office space in the house, he probably needed a good night’s rest. At least more then the few hours he got when he accidently drifted off in Ford’s room.

Stanley slammed the can door shut and locked it, shoving his hands in his pockets to subtly count what loose change he had saved from his last odd job. Hopefully it would be enough to last him however long he would be staying in this town.

He kept his head down as he moved up the stairs and into the Greasy’s proper. He could already feel the stares as he made his way over to the nearest booth and sat down.

“Well, I’ll be! If it isn’t the fancy scientist man up in the woods,” a voice said next to him.

Stan jumped and looked up. The waitress standing in front of him, Susan by her nametag, smiled down at him.

“We all thought you had split town with your buddy years ago,” she set a mug down and started to pour a cup of coffee without him even ordering one, “What brings you back to town, stranger?”

“Oh, I’m not-,” Stan tried to correct her but she just kept talking.

“You still doing your mysterious experiments up there in that house of yours?” She laughed, “I’d pay to see what crazy experiments you got cooking.”

“But the thing is...” he blinked, “Did you say pay?”

The woman smiled down at him, taking a notepad out of her apron, “Well sure. I ain’t going to just roam into your home without proper compensation. I’m just everyone would pay good money to check out what you had cooking up there all these years, especially after that disappearing act you did.”

Stan’s hand went back to the bills in his pocket. It was enough for a few days of diner food but would it keep him running as long as he needed to rebuild that portal? Then there was the issue of getting water, heat, and electricity turned back on. Plus, he would need to repair the house some if he was going to stay here for more then a few days.

“What about ten-no, fifteen bucks for a tour?”

“Really!” The woman’s eyes seemed to sparkle, “You would really give me a tour of your fancy science house?”

“Yeah,” Stan stood up, “In fact, I’ll give everyone a tour! Fifteen per head, no refunds!”

Everyone in the diner that had been watching the exchange seemed to turn away at that moment. The chatter in the diner growing to one of excitement as Stanley sat down and picked up a menu.

“Course I am gonna need to eat something first,” Stan said, “But then we an all head down to the…the Murder Hut and check out all the science doo-dads.”

“Well in that case, the meals on the house,” Susan cheered, “What name can I put down for the order?”

“Stan…ford. Stanford Pines.”

Susan wrote the name down and looked at him expectantly.

“And what can I get you, Stan?”

Stan glanced down at the menu. His mind churning with indecision. He was not sure why he had claimed his brother’s name, but everyone here seemed to believe he was some big science man with a spooky cabin. Maybe they would like it better if he WAS his brother.

“Just get me the Chef’s special, toots.”

He handed the menu back after his order was written down and tried to calm his racing heart. The chatter around the diner had not died and he saw a few people rush out with excitement. Maybe they would tell their friends about the newly opened Murder Hut and get him even more money.

He tapped his fingers a nervous beat on the table as guilt began to gnaw at him.

Maybe taking all these people would be a bad idea. He hadn’t done a con in years, what if they saw right through him and just chased him out of town. What was he even going to show them, he didn’t know any science.

He was broken from his nervous thoughts by a plate being set down in front of him.

“Thanks, Susan. You’re a really doll.”

The waitress giggled, “Have a good lunch, man of mystery.”

Stan cut into his pancakes and hummed in thought. He would just have to wing it, he guessed. Not that he was not used to that. If he wanted to survive out here in Gravity Falls, this might be the only way how.

It took no time at all to finish up his meal. Even without needing to pay, he still slapped a few bills down for a tip. Susan would be giving it back anyway, plus if she didn’t like the tour he could still claim he did give her money for the food.

“Everything to your liking, I see,” Susan said as she picked up the plates.

“Everything was great. Compliments to the chef and the lovely waitress that served me.”

Susan laughed and waved a hand at him, “Oh stop it you. But actually, keep going.”

Stan laughed awkwardly as he slipped from the booth and slipping his hands into his jacket pockets.

“I should have everything ready for a tour in an hour. So don’t be late,” he winked.

Susan gave another one of her laughs, “I can’t wait. I’m sure am excited to see what you have been doing up there these past ten years.”

“Yeah,” Stan scratched at the back of his neck, “I am too. I mean, excited to show everyone. It’s gonna be great.”

“Well, see you soon Mr. Mystery.”

She winked, saying the word wink as she did, before moving on to help the next customer. He took that as his chance to escape. He had to make it back to the cabin to make is presentable for people as quick as possible.

The car ride back to Gopher Road was one that seemed to take longer than he was expecting. Not that there was traffic but that his head was running through all the possible things he was going to tell these people that would make fifteen dollars a head worth it.

He did not know half the stuff locked away in his brother’s house, let alone enough to explain it.

As he pulled in next to the broken-down truck, he looked at the cabin in a light of an outsider. When he first arrived here, he had thought this place was a creepy abandoned shit hole. It still looked like that even in the light of day.

“How am I supposed to sell this place to them?”

He felt his palms sweat as he slammed the car door and rushed inside. Looking around at the dirt covered floor and grimy walls. As he moved through the house, he nearly tripped over his feet when he passed by the room that held the basement door.

Stan backed up and looked into the darkened room. Shelves on shelves of knick-knacks and doohickies were there. Those roobs had to find some of this stuff interesting.

“Alright, let’s get to cleaning.”

It took nearly the whole hour, but Stan thought he got the large room looking at least a little presentable. He was even careful enough to push a shelf in front of the basement door so nosy townsfolks would not ask to see the portal. He was not sure why, but he had a feeling that there were some things in this house he needed to hide even from them.

Wiping his hands on his jeans, he stepped out into the fading light. His fingers fumbled with the cigarette box he kept in his jacket pockets.

He felt nervous. Nervous that they would all demand their money back like every other scheme he conjured. Nervous he would be chased out of town. Nervous he would be found out pretending to be his much smarter twin brother.

As he took a drag from the cigarette, he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. The relief did not last long. As he stomped on the smoldering ember a car pulled into the empty lot. Then another. And another. A few people coming on foot walking up with Susan at the front.

He felt the judging stares at the state of the house. He was pretty sure he needed to get someone to look at the roof, it probably would leak next rain storm.

Stanley rolled back his shoulders and gave the biggest grin he could as he stepped off the porch.

“Welcome to the Murder Hut…name still in progress.”

The crowd gathered around him as he stood on the top step.

“Everyone here? Everyone got cash? Good. Good.”

He took the offered bills without complaint, his smile becoming a little more genuine as he counted the amount of bills that had piled up in his hand.

“Alright. Step right up, folks, uh, to a world of... enchantment, or whatever.”

Stanley opened the back door cautiously, his palms sweating as he heard all the muttering behind him. Leading into the weird storage room close to the basement was the only plan he had. The rest of the house was trashed, after all, and this was the room with the most scientific junk. Plus, it was a large enough space that he could grow the business.

“Um, step this way. Feast your eyes on scientific wonders that the world has never seen.”

He weaved the crowd through the shelves, looking around for something that would entertain these patrons. He snatched a box off the shelf with two antennas protruding from the top. He spun around and messed with the dial as the tour group gathered around.

“Behold the, uh, nerdy science box.”

The box suddenly gave a spark. Unfortunately, it gave off such a large spark that it hit Susan in the eye.

“Ah! My eye!”

Stan felt his palms sweat more as he scrambled to set the box back on the shelf, “I can assure you that is no way permanent.”

He had no idea if it was, but a medical emergency was not a good idea for the start of his business. If this could become a business.

“I paid fifteen dollars for this!” Susan exclaimed. She had a hand over the eye that was just zapped but Stan could already tell it was puffing up.

The rest of the tour group began to mutter in discontent. The world seemed to be tunneling in on Stanley. If he could not get a steady income plus had the stain of hurting a towns person, he would have to leave town. If he left town, he would never find that second journal. Then Ford would never return.

“Um…uh…” Stan looked around the room with what he hoped was not a too panicked expression. He grabs a skeleton model he had dressed up out of boredom during the cleaning process. It looked like a tourist.

“you're lucky you weren't part of the last tour group,” He spun the skeleton around to reveal it to the group in its gaudy get up, “they never made it out aliiiivve. Heheh. Right?”

The crowd stared at him. He felt his soul be crushed as he tried to think of the quickest route back to Sherman’s place in California. Then Susan laughed.

Her laughter seemed to prompt the rest of the group and Stanely could not help but to join in.

“That’s funny,” Susan said, “Alright, show us what else you got Mystery man.”

“Right this way.”

Maybe he could make this work. He had to. For Ford.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fic #stanley pines #stanford pines #susan wentworth #gravity falls au #dimension hoppers au

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kissorkill16 · 4 months ago

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Scene from my Secret Neighbor AU

Diane walked down the halls of her house, carrying a basket full of dirty laundry. Normally, her husband took care of this, but today he insisted on cooking, so Diane was taking his place.

As she walked by Theodore's office, she couldn't help but notice that inside, the window was open.

"Oh, Teddy...", she whispered. "You're going to let the bugs in."

She knew this room was off limits, but when it came to household duties, she didn't want any of the doors or windows open as to not let any bugs in.

She closed the window, and was about to leave when she accidentally caught a glimpse of her husband's bulletin board.

She knew better than to go through other people's things. She was more respectful than that.

But then she saw one of their family photos, and Aaron's face was scribbled out for some reason. She turned on the light and started really looking at the board.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing when she saw all of the pictures sprawled out across the board. Newspaper articles, letters from previous lawyers, and all of their family photos. All of the newspaper articles had Aaron's form circled in red ink, all of the family photos also had Aaron's face circled in red until his face disappeared altogether.

And there was one particular picture that really caught her eye.

Their last family photo, and Aaron's face was completely scribbled out, and next to the scribble was the word OMEN.

Diane balled her hands into fists and angrily gritted her teeth. She yanked the picture from the board and shouted out for her husband.

"THEODORE MASTERS PETERSON, GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

In no time, Ted was already charging into the room, kitchen knife in hand from cutting vegetables for dinner, and a puzzled look on his face. When he saw Diane in front of his bulletin board, his face went pale, then his features darkened.

Diane angrily held the picture to Ted, "Do you mind explaining to me what the hell this is all about?!"

"Diane...", Theodore started, "What are you doing in my office?"

"DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!", shouted Diane. "Is this what you think of our son? After all we've been through as a family, after all of the hell that's happened to us, from Germany to this shit town, you think our own son is the problem?!"

Ted didn't say anything, he just focused his dark eyes on the floor.

"Answer me, damn it!"

When Ted finally looked up, he locked eyes with Diane. "You weren't supposed to see that.", he said. "No one was supposed to see that."

"Why?! Because you're scared of us finding out what you really think of us? Of our family?", said Diane. "Did you ever mean it when you said you loved us? Did you mean it when you said you loved me? Did you mean it when you said you loved our children? Did you mean any of it?!"

The two argued back and forth, sometimes talking over each other.

What neither of them seemed to notice was that Aaron and Mya had heard their arguing, and against their better judgement, they decided to listen in. Mya covered her ears when the yelling got louder, and Aaron wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug.

The couple stopped arguing.

"I want a fucking divorce."

Aaron and Mya's eyes widened. They peeked in the office, watching their father's expressionless face.

"Diane, don't be ridiculous.", said Ted.

"I've been ridiculous for our entire marriage. I let myself believe that I could fix you and help you through your grief, only to discover that you never really loved any of us in the first place."

"That's not true -"

"I'm not finished.", said Diane, holding her hand up, signaling Theodore to stop talking. "I'm done trying to make this marriage work when it's way beyond repair. I'm divorcing you, and I'm taking the kids with me."

Mya softly gasped, "Mom and Dad are getting divorced?", she whispered. "Oh my goodness."

"Diane, you are not divorcing me."

"Yes I am.", Diane said sternly. "I'm leaving and you can't fucking stop me."

That's when Theodore unleashed a scream that was loud enough to wake up the dead. Diane stepped back, and was about to make a run for it, but Ted grabbed her arm, pulled her back, and drilled the kitchen knife deep into her chest. Diane couldn't scream, she could only choke as the blood splattered all over the place.

Aaron and Mya watched in horror. They wanted to save their mother, but they were too afraid to move, too afraid to look away. They knew that Theodore was stronger than them, and he had a weapon as well, so stopping him would be impossible.

Ted kept repeating the action, stabbing Diane more and more times.

When he noticed that Diane was no longer breathing, he dropped the knife, and looked at his red hands.

"Oh dear God, what have I done?", he breathed out.

It was at that moment that he noticed that Aaron and Mya were standing right behind the door.

They saw everything.

Aaron grabbed Mya's hand, and they both ran down the hall and didn't stop running until they were in Aaron's room.

Aaron slammed the door, locked it, and pushed his desk in front of it, then he leaned back against it, sliding down to the floor, and burying his face in his knees.

Mya sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him the same way he did to her.

They both jumped when loud banging came from the door.

"Aaron! Mya! Open the door!", it was their father. Aaron and Mya jumped up and backed away from the door, still holding each other in their arms. "Please! Open the door, please! I promise I won't hurt you!"

He kept banging on the door, and Mya began to cry in Aaron's chest. Aaron rubbed her back soothingly, and felt himself crying too.

Not just because of the loud banging of a man who he once thought was his father, but because he also found out that his own dad thought he was the reason why bad things happened.

When the banging stopped, that's when they knew Theodore had left. Aaron wasted no time in running to his desk and grabbing his lockpick set from his drawer.

"Aaron, what are you doing?", asked Mya.

"We have to leave.", replied Aaron.

"W-What?"

"We have to leave. Now.", said Aaron, leaving no room for arguments. "If Dad killed Mom, what makes you think he's not going to kill us next? She found out about something and Dad killed her because of it. We were there during his argument with Mom, so he could kill us next!", Aaron was running out of breath. He took another breath, "We have to leave now before he kills us next."

Mya reluctantly nodded. "Okay, let me just get my -"

She didn't even finish her sentence before Aaron held out her little ragdoll, "You dropped it while we were running."

Mya took her doll.

Once the two were sure they had everything they needed, they climbed out the window and ran across the street...

All the way to Nicky's house.

#hello neighbor #theodore peterson #diane peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #my things #tw blood #tw stabbing #tw murder #tw death #running away #secret neighbor

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acourtofthought · 3 months ago

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Ok I have been stupidly obsessed lately with the one Scene in SC where Lucien goes to House of Wind to Observe Nesta’s training. I hate that the entire set up is so vague. We are not told who brought Lucien to the HoW, like did he walk the 1,000 steps or did Azriel bring him or Rhys but he states he is there for a meeting with Rhys and Feyre but they are still busy and he had time to kill.

Also why is he in Velaris? What was his meeting with Rhys and Feyre about? This was past the moment when Rhys and Az and Cass decide Lucien is gonna be repositioned into spring court to handle Tamlin when they finally break the news about Feyre’s pregnancy so why is he in Velaris this time (I mean it could be them talking to him about that but it seems weird that it wasn’t mentioned by Cass that Lucien is in town specifically to find out his new mission for Rhys).

And lastly why did Feyre need Lucien to observe Nesta. She trusts Cassian and Azriel immensely. And though she claims Lucien is her friend she treat Cass and Az better than him so why did she need Lucien’s opinion specifically about Nesta’s growth and change. Did she suddenly not trust Cassian to tell her the truth about Nesta’s training that he is compromised because of his feelings, I just don’t see that being true for Feyre and Cassians friendship and trust with one another. And if she thinks Cass is compromised than she could at least go to Az for an unbiased report about Nesta. But again she asks Lucien. Is she hoping he can see something with his eye?

I just wanted to see if you have thought and opinions about this random Lucien moment in SF. Because it really was random. It was in the same chapter as Nesta going to the blacksmith. And the following chapter did not include him. Like I would think since Cassian is the new courtier for the Human Realm/Lucien and Night Court he would be a part of the meeting Lucien is having with Rhys and Feyre.

HI!!! From what I gathered, Lucien often checks in with Rhys and Feyre to give them reports on the Spring Court and I don't think anything changed though he's now permanently stationed there. Actually....how Lucien got to the HOW is an interesting point though I'm not sure Sarah's going to answer that one for us. I'm going with the 10,000 steps? Unless Az winnowed him like you said. He's so irritated with Lucien lately it, Feyre asking him to take Lucien so Lucien could report Nesta's progress would probably piss Az off. Honestly, I think the reason Sarah sent Lucien is to simply give Lucien an additional appearance in Nesta and Cassian's book. Since he's not their friend in the way he is Feyre's, there weren't many reasons for him to be around since he only gives his reports to Feysand and was living in the human lands before being stationed in Spring. I think this particular scene is to remind us that Feyre and Lucien, despite the ups and downs of the past are on the upswing (which makes sense if he and Elain are ending up together, we would probably also see a Lucien / Feyre heart to heart in their book) and that she does trust him, look to him for advice, respect what he has to say. And to also bridge the gap between Nesta and Lucien slowly but surely which is probably why she went from exclaiming, "if you bring that male anywhere near her!" in ACOWAR to "Elain, the wretch had taken the seat as far from Lucien" in SF. She went from thinking of him as "that one eyed red haired male" (or something like that) at the start of her book to asking him how Vassa & Jurian were and how things in Spring were by the time Solstice rolled around.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra

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i3utterflyeffect · 9 months ago

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anyway! a few thoughts on dark color gang:

all of them have virabands and they also have friendship accessories of varying types. not sure for all of them but i do think both Red and SC use hair ties

also i don't feel like pulling up my hollowhead sheet but they do have hair in this au like dark and chosen! i think it's a way that they try to make being a hollowhead less obvious at first glance (maybe i'll talk about it later)

red is actually considered the most intimidating because they seem like the nicest one because they're more social than the others (save maybe SC) but really they will get super intense on you if they don't like you. they are very nice but that's not a good thing when they don't like you

also red begged to have a pet virabot. they have one now ofc

yellow is still blind

glasses do actually make dark and chosen a little nervous though, and they're very self-conscious so they prefer contact lens(??????) if possible

they're VERY good at coding, and picked up a lot of things from Dark that sometimes Dark didn't even show them

they take a lack of validation very poorly

they definitely look for Dark's approval the most

blue keeps exploding the house

they love chemicals!!!! unfortunately this means that blue makes a lot of dangerous things!!!!

blue and the older siblings agreed on having a specific time for blue's experiments because once blue accidentally made a chemical reaction that made flammable gas and you can imagine how that went

blue really isn't too different they're just a mad scientist now

they still like to cook! they also like to experiment with drinks. they're too young to make anything alcoholic but they'd probably be very good at it

they're as much as a goofball as usual

they may or may not have exploded a part of town once by accident and they got lectured by chosen for needless destruction. they did cry so chosen just sighs and tells them to be more careful next time

green is normal

not even kidding. they just like music. they're just chilling. dark and chosen were surprised by the innocuous hobby but they were like hell yeah go for it

half the time just sitting in their corner and zoning out

whenever they get in on schemes they're always the planner and/or the one executing the plan

their ability to be exceedingly average can make them the stealthiest so they use this to be the so-to-speak 'scout' of the group

has probably been taken for witness reports whenever the authority is looking for the hollowheads and just shrugs and goes 'i didn't see anything sorry officers :('

Innocuous Person autism in general. like. masking so hard that you don't even notice they exist. 🤝

SC still LOVES humans

loves computers too! they like exploring computers and sometimes they steal things but they feel bad about it.

really mad that people assume that they're a bad person just because they're a hollowhead

becomes friends with Alan after the group accidentally stumbles into his computer!!!!

he ends up trapping the bunch of them rather than killing any of them, probably because the viraband protects them from being force quit

SC steals from his art program and everything just. kind of stops when they find out they have powers with the pen? sc is yelling in excitement and alan is like 'oh crap they can talk', and everything goes from murder to 'actually this is really cool can we hang out?' and surprisingly things worked out

Dark and Chosen actually didn't realize SC's interest in humans went beyond just studying them! they absolutely panicked when they realized they were not only being friends with humans but FRIENDS. WITH ALAN NOOGAI BECKER. (probably the startup for whatever the showdown equivalent is)

ALSO. sc is likely unable to use their powers still...... the others have been really supportive and encouraging, and they're aware that they HAVE powers, but anything involving their powers was basically only ever a spark at best! it's very scary for everyone when they use their abilities beyond that!

#pitch posts #tommy's stickmen tag #dark color gang au #tommy's au #ava aus #ava #ava/m

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foundtherightwords · 4 months ago

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As the Sun Will Rise - Chapter 7

Pairing: Grunauer (Overlord) x OFC, Beauty & the Beast retelling

Summary: After losing most of his unit in a disastrous D-Day mission, Derwin Grunauer returns to his hometown near Miami, body riddled with scars and heart heavy with guilt, only to find his neighbors shunning him due to his German name. He retreats into his family mansion and remains there, unwilling to rejoin the living, until the day Alba Reyes turns up at his door with a basket full of warm bread. As the daughter of a Cuban immigrant, Alba knows something of being an outsider, and when she offers to work for Derwin as his housekeeper, it is not only to pay off her father's debt to the Grunauers, but also because she feels some connection to the reclusive young man. When that connection develops into something more, they must overcome both the town's prejudice and their own doubts to find happiness.

Chapter warnings: none (unless you're afraid of hurricanes)

Chapter word count: 5k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Alba finished Walden in three days. When she returned the book to him, Derwin asked if she liked it.

"I respect the sentiments," she said. "It would be nice if we could all afford to do what he did and learn to appreciate nature more, but I don't think it's practical."

"Yeah well, we would all go live in the woods if we had our mothers doing laundry for us, wouldn't we?" Derwin said with a wry smile. Alba laughed out loud. He must be getting quite comfortable with her to be making jokes like that.

Now that they were no longer Mr. Grunauer and Miss Reyes to each other, Alba noticed Derwin's behavior toward her had changed yet again. He started to come into the kitchen to join her for the morning coffee, gave her a shy smile or chatted with her for a moment whenever they bumped into each other around the house, and even suggested that they shared their lunch in the kitchen so she didn't have to set two tables. During lunch, they would talk. It was from these conversations that Alba learned of a different side of the Grunauers, not the mysterious, sinister family that the townspeople spoke of with suspicion and fear, but a loving family that only wanted to lead a quiet life. Derwin told her of how his father, Wilhelm, had come to America from Germany in 1920, and how his mother, Mathilda, was from Germany as well, but had arrived in New York a few years earlier, and that was where his parents met.

"I was born there, you know," he said. "We didn't move to Miami until I was five. The doctors recommended it, for my mom's health." Seeing her questioning look, he added, "Tuberculosis." That explained why nobody ever saw Mrs. Grunauer then. Alba's heart ached for Derwin. It must have been so hard for him, watching his mother waste away slowly like that.

"My dad got a job at the university, so we stayed," he concluded.

"Do you miss New York?" Alba asked.

He shook his head. "I was too young when we left. I didn't remember much of it. Do you miss Cuba?"

"Oh, yes." And she told him about Cienfuegos, about the quiet street lined with pastel-colored houses where they used to live, about the malecón that ran along the ocean where they would walk after church, about the botanic garden, her favorite place in the entire city. "The name of our baker is actually the city's nickname, you know. La Perla del Sur. The Pearl of the South."

"Do you think you will go back some day?"

"Sure. I'll take my whole family if I can afford it."

"I'd love to see it too," Derwin blurted out.

"We'll be glad to have you with us," she said honestly.

It was as if the memory of their childhood encounter had made him feel safe around her. Years ago, Alba had once found a stray cat under the dumpster behind the bakery, a scrawny little thing, black as a ball of soot, with half an ear missing, skittish and wary of humans. When she first tried to approach it, it had scratched her and run back to the dumpster with a furious yowl. It had taken her weeks to bring that cat out into the open, first by leaving little scraps of food around the dumpster, then putting the food closer and closer to the bakery, until the cat knew to come to the back door. But even then, it refused to go inside. Alba had had to put in more hard work, months of it, to get the cat to trust her. Papi and Mami had scolded her for wasting her time with the cat, and sometimes, during those long months, when the cat had scratched her or hissed at her, she'd wondered why she'd put so much effort into it, if it was worth it. Yet she had never forgotten the moment the cat climbed into her lap and fell asleep, its body warmed by the sun, soft and utterly relaxed. It's the most special feeling in the world, knowing you are trusted by another creature.

The cat had disappeared later that year when their street got flooded in a hurricane. Alba still thought about it from time to time, either to convince herself that it had gone somewhere safe and warm before the hurricane came, or to wonder if she could have saved it. She didn't want to have the same regret with Derwin.

July and August went by. Alba was settling into a routine at the Grunauer place. Every day, she arrived promptly at eight. The guavas and figs were ripening, and she spent most of the morning in the garden picking the sweet fruits, still wet with dew. They had fresh fruits for dessert most days, and what they couldn't eat was made into jam and preserves. She had also found a nice patch of land on the south side of the house, with plenty of sun, and cleared it of weeds and brambles. Now she was turning over the soil, readying it for planting. From her little garden in the back of the bakery, she had saved plenty of seeds and seedlings—tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans and runner beans, lettuce, and herbs. As soon as the rain let up, she would transfer the seedlings, and they would make a nice garden of winter vegetables.

When the sun got too warm to stay outside, she went in to cook lunch and clean up around the house—though Derwin was quite good about picking up after himself, and only some light dusting and tidying were needed to keep the house in order. This was followed by a nice, companionable lunch in the kitchen, and some more yard work or errand-running. However, most afternoons, the sky would be covered with rolling black clouds before bursting open, pouring rain over the muggy ground. When this happened, Alba would stay inside and find things to do, before biking home in the cool evening air to a chorus of happy frogs and insects.

In the shed where the gardening tools were kept, there was also a car—a Ford Model A, carefully covered by a tarp. When Alba first brought it up to Derwin and asked if it still ran, he'd looked rather surprised. "It was my dad's," he said. "It's been a while since anyone drove it."

"Can't you drive?" she asked.

"I never got to learn," he said with an embarrassed shrug. "But you're welcome to try it."

"Well, if it doesn't work, can I bring someone over to look at it?" she asked cautiously, not sure how he would react.

As she'd predicted, Derwin instantly looked wary. "Who?"

"Frank, from the bakery. You've met him, right? He's good with cars. He fixes our truck all the time."

He shrugged again, relaxed. "That's fine."

And so one afternoon, Frank came over with his toolbox and a can of gasoline. He gave the car a thorough inspection, pronounced it still in perfect working condition, just in need of some cleaning and an oil change, and Alba started to drive into town for shopping and errands. It certainly beat balancing a week's worth of groceries on her bike. She offered to take Derwin along a few times, but he always looked alarmed and refused, so she stopped. Like with the cat, she was not going to rush him.

Alba still ran into Grant in town, but other than a few lecherous looks and comments, he no longer pestered her about going on a date with him. He seemed to have more important business to attend to, as he spent his time chumming about with the residents of Cypress Grove, talking to them about the construction of the airport and convincing them to sell their properties. Some people, like Claudia's in-laws, were actually considering it. Frank, however, had confirmed that his mother and the people at the reservation had heard nothing about an airport being constructed on their land. Alba reminded herself of that and ignored Grant's antics.

The vandals came back to the Grunauer house a few times. No more poisoned steaks were left on the lawn, but more swastikas in red paint were scrawled on the porch, and some offal was thrown on the drive. Alba suggested putting up a fence and a gate, but Derwin said that since the place was so large, he couldn't afford to fence it. He seemed more saddened than angry by these little attacks, almost as if he had learned to live with them. Having learned her lesson after the first time, Alba never commented on the vandalism, but now she was the one that got angry, angry at Derwin for being so resigned, angry that these unseen hoodlums were making more work for her, angry that, unlike with their schoolyard bullies, she couldn't do anything about it.

One day, Alba was grimly repainting the porch yet again when Derwin came outside, crouched down, with some difficulty, and picked up a brush.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Helping," he said matter-of-factly and gestured to the floor, where more red paint had been smeared. "I can't reach those spots up high, but I can tackle these."

She took the brush out of his hand. "You don't have to. It's my job."

He took it back. "I want to. Besides, I hire you as a housekeeper, not a house painter."

Alba realized he was trying to make her feel better, and she relented. It was childish of her to be annoyed with him for the vandalism. He was the victim in this, not she. She tried to take the brush away again, but he was holding on to it so fast that she ended up almost pulling him on top of her, with their faces just inches from each other.

"Here, you need to sand it first." She pushed a piece of sandpaper into his hand. He smiled at her, a childlike grin, and started scrubbing at the spots of red paint. Something in his smile sent a strange ripple through her, and she returned to the paint roller with more concentration than necessary.

***

September rolled around. The heat was less intense, but the mugginess was on full blast, signaling the approaching hurricane season. Luckily, the worst of the storms seemed to be missing them, hitting up north or further south. Then, one evening in mid-September, Alba was helping Beatriz clean up after dinner when they heard a report on the radio that a big hurricane was headed their way, expected to make landfall the next day.

"I want you to stay home tomorrow," said Papi.

"Oh, Papi, don't worry," said Alba. "They said between Jacksonville and Savannah, that's way up north. And even if it does hit us, the Grunauer place is only a few miles away. I'll be fine. Besides, I don't like leaving Der—Mr. Grunauer on his own in a storm."

Papi said nothing more, but he didn't look happy.

The next morning, Alba rode her bike to work under a sky heavy with clouds the color of polished steel. Derwin seemed both surprised and grateful to see her. Just as they were drinking their coffee, the rain began. It sounded almost friendly at first, pattering on the roof and the windows like the usual afternoon thunderstorms, but instead of stopping quickly, it went on and on, picking up strength along with the wind that whistled and hissed through the cypresses and the oaks. Alba brought her seedlings into the sunroom and went around the house, checking the windows to make sure they were secure.

At lunch, a hurricane warning came on the radio, along with instructions for evacuation.

"Do you think we ought to evacuate?" Derwin asked. Otto, frightened by the deafening sound of rain on the roof and the rattling of the windows, was curled up under the table, and Derwin rubbed the dog's head, trying to calm him.

"I don't think it's safe driving through that, do you?" Alba said, pointing to the deluge outside. Sometimes the rain would come down normally, and then a gust of wind would erupt, sending the trees thrashing and throwing the rain against the windows like handfuls of pebbles. Under the table, Otto shuddered.

"Yeah, maybe we should stay put."

Alba glanced at Derwin. He was very pale, and every time a heavy downpour hit the roof, he would shiver, just like Otto. She reached across the table and took his hand. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," he said, but his hand continued to tremble in hers. "You?"

"I'm OK. This was nothing compared to the hurricane two years ago. Or the one back in '35. Let me tell you, it wasn't fun going into the bakery to find water up to your knees. We had to move all the flour and other ingredients into our apartment upstairs." She was babbling now, trying to drown out the sound of the storm. Derwin gave her a wan smile and squeezed her hand.

They tried to go about their business as usual, while still keeping an ear and an eye out for any change in the sound of the wind, in the level of the water on the driveway. It got dark, and then darker still as day faded into night. Still, the rain and the wind continued. The power went out. Alba dug under the kitchen sink and found a lamp that was miraculously still full of kerosene.

"Looks like it's not going to let up any time soon," she said, lighting the lamp.

"I think—I think you may have to stay here for the night," Derwin said.

"Yes, looks that way," she agreed glumly, not noticing the slight tremor in his voice. "I have to call my father to let him know."

"You can use the phone in the hall."

Nobody picked up. Alba didn't know if it was because the phone lines had gone down along with the power, or because there was nobody at the bakery.

"It's likely that they've evacuated already," Derwin said when she told him.

She nodded, but she couldn't shake the anxiety weighing her down, like a lead ball in her stomach.

After dinner, for which nobody had much of an appetite, not even Otto, they retreated to the study, sharing the lamp to conserve kerosene. Derwin buried his nose in a book. Alba also tried to pick up an old magazine, but the relentless drumming of the rain and the gusting of the wind made it impossible for her to concentrate. Thoughts of the bakery and Papi and Beatriz swirled around her head like the rain outside. Eventually, she threw the book down and got to her feet, pacing the floor restlessly.

"Do you think the eye has passed us yet?" she asked. Derwin made a noncommittal noise. "Oh, I hate all this waiting!" she exclaimed, and another gust of wind shook the windows, as if to mock her.

Derwin watched her for a moment. Then, without a word, he wound up the gramophone and put a record on. As the cheerful sound of "Put That Sun Back in the Sky" floated out, Alba turned to him with a half-resigned, half-amused smile.

"Sorry for being a grump," she said, coming to lean against his chair.

"My mom always put that song on whenever I was being miserable," he said. "And she would get me to dance with her."

Hearing the wistfulness in his voice, Alba extended a hand toward him. "Let's dance then."

"What?" He blinked up at her.

"I'm sick of sitting around waiting for this storm to be over. Let's dance, you and me. ¡Bailamos!"

"I—I can't," he stammered, gesturing to his leg and the cane beside the chair.

"Come on, you can stand, right?"

"Barely."

"I'm not asking you to dance like Fred Astaire. Just move a little. Please?"

He put the book away and let her tug him to his feet. Picking up the cane, she placed his hand on the handle and put her fingers on top of his, so they were both putting their weight on the cane. She placed his other hand on her shoulder, and put her own hand on his back—it should have been the other way around, but she was going to have to lead. "There," she said. "Now, listen to the music, and follow me."

She led him in an approximation of the rumba, counting out the steps as they went. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. It was awkward, since she wasn't used to leading, and they couldn't move around as freely as they wanted, partly because of the cane, and partly because of the clutter of the room. But gradually, they learned to move together and matched their steps to the music.

"Let's try a turn," Alba said. Together, they lifted the cane, and she took a step back to twirl under his arm before coming back to face him. Derwin wobbled a bit, and the cane almost swiped a lamp off a small side table, but Alba managed to steady him.

"You dance very well," said Derwin, as they rested the tip of the cane back on the floor.

She smiled at him. "I'm Cuban. It's in my blood."

The turn got them out of sync again, but it didn't matter. They had found their own rhythm now.

"My mother used to sing this to Beatriz and me," Alba said, as a new song started. "It's this famous Cuban song called 'Aquellos Ojos Verdes', and then they translated it into 'Green Eyes.'" She sang a couple of lines of the Spanish lyrics. "It's my mother's favorite song because she had green eyes. And so does Beatriz."

"Your eyes are green too," Derwin pointed out.

"No, they're not. They can be called hazel if you're being charitable, or mud brown if you're not."

"Trust me, they're green."

"Really?" Skeptical, Alba turned to look at her reflection in the window, but it was too dark for her to see.

"Yes. They may look brown now, but in bright sunlight, or if you're wearing a light-colored shirt, they're green. As green as the cypress trees out there. Not that there's anything wrong with brown," he added quickly. "Brown can be beautiful too."

How closely had he been scrutinizing her eyes, to be so knowledgeable of their changing colors? She lifted her eyes to his. In the lamplight, they were two dark pools flecked with amber, large enough to encompass her entire vision.

The noise of the storm faded away as they stood holding each other, a strange feeling blooming between them. It was reflected in both their eyes, in their caught breaths, in the distance that was slowly closing between them. It hovered just barely within reach, unnamed and unknown, yet utterly real and right.

"Yes," Alba said, a little breathless. "I suppose brown can be beautiful."

Then the record skipped with a blaring scratch, and they broke apart and turned away, suddenly becoming very interested in other things in the room—he in the gramophone and she in the lamp. Out in the hall, the big grandfather clock, regardless of the storm, ponderously chimed nine.

Derwin cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should get to bed," he said.

"Yeah," said Alba.

Without looking at him, she picked up the lamp and lit the way upstairs. Derwin opened the spare room at the end of the hall for her and insisted that she took the lamp. "I have some candles in my room," he said.

She waited, but he said nothing else. "Well... good night then," she said, stepping into the room.

"Good night." A pause, and then, "Alba?"

"Yes, Derwin?" She spun around so quickly that she almost dropped the lamp.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if trying to find the right words. "I'm sure your family's all right," eventually he said. "Don't worry."

Alba's heart leaped and sank at the same time. On the one hand, it wasn't what she was expecting him to say. On the other, he was trying to comfort her. "Thank you, Derwin," she said. He went into his room, and she closed the door after him.

She must have been in bed for over two hours—she heard the clock chime ten, then eleven—but sleep eluded her. That strange flutter she'd felt in the study continued to push and pull at her like the waves of a restless ocean, battering her heart with both fear and joy, making it impossible for her to find rest.

It must have been close to midnight when the wind stopped. Alba sat up in bed and listened warily. Did the wind stop because the storm had blown itself out, or because the eye had passed them, and they were in for the worst part now?

The answer came a moment later. The wind roared, and the rain exploded with a resounding boom. There was a sharp crack. Something crashed over the roof. Alba cowered, heart hammering, horror stories about roofs being blown off and people getting sucked up into the sky during the hurricane of '26 running through her mind. When nothing happened, she got up. She was fumbling for the box of matches when the door was thrown open and Derwin burst in.

"Alba!" he called. "Are you OK? I heard a crash—"

"I'm fine," she said.

"Oh, thank God."

She found the matches and lit the lamp. Derwin looked at her in the brightening glow, his mouth hanging open for a moment, before snapping his eyes away. Puzzled, Alba looked down at herself, and realized she was a mess—she was wearing only her slip, her feet were bare, and her hair was as tangled as the Spanish moss hanging off the oaks. Self-conscious, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Thankfully, at that moment, something drew Derwin's attention away from her—water started dripping onto the floor. They both looked up. Water was coming steadily through a leak in the ceiling.

"Something must have fallen on the roof," said Derwin.

"Mierda," Alba mumbled under her breath. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. Let's just go back to sleep and deal with it tomorrow."

"But you can't stay here," he protested. "What if the leak gets worse?"

"I'll just get a bucket—"

"No, no, you take my room. I'll sleep in the study."

"Don't be silly. You stay where you are. I can sleep in the study—"

"No, please. I insist. I've slept in the study before. I'll be all right. You take my room." Seeing that she was still reluctant, he added, "My room is fine. I'm not hiding any girly magazines under the bed or anything like that, I promise."

Alba let out an embarrassed laugh, and Derwin's usually pale cheeks turned slightly pink in the lamplight. "I'm not worried about that," she said, grinning. "But thanks anyway. Do you need help getting downstairs?"

"No, I'll be fine."

She picked up her dress and shoes and slipped out, saying "Good night" as she went.

At the door to the nursery, Alba hesitated. It was one thing to go in there to dust and sweep the floor; it was another to go in there to sleep. It felt almost... intimate. But there was no other place for her. Derwin hadn't offered the master bedroom, and even if he had, she would've refused anyway. That room was almost like a shrine to his parents; she would never be able to sleep there.

She pushed the door open and stepped in. There really was no girly magazine under the bed, only Otto curled up on a rug in a corner, disgruntled about being woken from his sleep, and, more inexplicably, pillows and sheets on the floor. Had Derwin thrown them off in his hurry to check on her? No, a candle stuck to a dish and a stack of books next to them suggested this was his regular setup. But there was nothing wrong with the bed. So why on Earth was he sleeping on the floor?

Alba picked up the sheets and pillows and replaced them on the bed. For some reason, the thought of him bedding down on the floor sent a twinge through her heart, and again she remembered the day she found that stray cat under the dumpster. She slipped between the covers and resolved to find out the reason for this bizarre sleeping arrangement.

***

I'm not hiding any girly magazines under the bed? What on Earth possessed him to say such a thing?!

This whole evening had been a mistake. Well, it hadn't been a mistake to let her stay overnight—that was just common decency. But it'd been a mistake to dance with her, to discover that underneath all those utilitarian clothes, she had a body that could move so softly and gracefully, to notice how her hair, when freed from its usual headscarf, was so glossy and wild and beautiful. And it had definitely been a mistake to burst into her room like that, to realize that—

No. Alba was going to be working for him for at least another year. The last thing she needed was for him to lust after her like a randy schoolboy.

With a sigh, Derwin found a basin in the bathroom and placed it under the leak. He then gathered up the pillow and sheets from the bed in the spare room and limped into the study, where he made himself a bed on the floor. A faint hint of her scent still lingered on the bedding, and as he put his head on the pillow and pulled the sheet around his shoulders, frangipani and vanilla wafted over him. Great. How was he supposed to sleep now, with her scent surrounding him, filling his head with thoughts of her?

But he must have fallen asleep, because something woke him up. He turned and saw her standing at the door to the study, framed by the light from the lamp in the hallway. He could only tell it was her by the light reflecting off her curls, which were loose about her neck. Something in the way she lingered there, with her head tilted to the side, made him hold his breath.

"What's wrong?" he asked. It came out as a hoarse whisper.

"I'm afraid of the storm," she said. "Can I sleep with you?"

Blood rushed through his veins and pounded in his ears. She couldn't—she couldn't mean—

Something other than his mind took over. In the dark, with the storm raging outside, none of it mattered anymore. "Come here," he said, lifting the sheet for her.

She walked in. The thin fabric of her slip swirled around her hips and thighs, light and shadow dancing, giving him flashes of her curves underneath. One of the straps had fallen down and was hanging off her shoulder suggestively, seductively. She slid in next to him. The scent of frangipani and vanilla filled his whole body, making him lightheaded.

"I'm cold," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Will you warm me up?"

He opened his arms for her. She pressed close, her body unbearably soft against his, just as it had been when they were dancing together, and her mouth brushed his—

BANG!!!

Derwin opened his eyes. He was alone in the study. It was dark. The only thing that remained of the dream was the pounding of blood in his heart, his ears, and elsewhere, burning, throbbing, almost painful. A shutter, pulled open by the wind, was banging against the wall, mocking him. He realized he was still burying his nose in the pillow, chasing the feel and the smell of her from the dream. He tossed the pillow away, and for good measure, threw off the sheet as well, and stumbled to the window, looking at the storm outside.

This had to stop. He had to stop.

He hadn't had much experience with girls. At his all-boy boarding school in Jacksonville, there had been dances with the nearby all-girl school, but these were sedate, proper, strictly chaperoned events that did nothing to help an awkward teenage boy become more comfortable around the opposite sex. His classmates would sometimes sneak out to soda fountains or the movies to meet the local girls, but Derwin, terrified of getting caught, would stay at the dorm with his books. In college, things had improved slightly—he had plucked up his courage to accompany some friends to the bar and ask a few girls out—but then came the war and the Army, which had effectively killed off any social life he had managed to build up. Since after the war, the only women he'd been in close contact with were the stern, motherly nurses at the VA hospitals. And now here was this young woman, who was pretty and sweet and kind to him and took care of him. No wonder his mind and his body went all haywire around her.

He reminded himself that Alba only did these things for him because she had to. When she cooked his favorite food or mended his shirt or kept his house clean and tidy, it was because she was here to do a job and pay off her family's debt. Yes, she had been kind to him before, but that was years ago. They had been kids back then. And even if she smiled at him, and talked to him about poetry and music and nature and danced with him, it didn't matter. He was sure that whatever he felt for her was simply born out of loneliness and nothing more. It could be nothing more. What woman would want to be with him? Even without his scars and his limp, he was the town's pariah. It would be cruel and selfish to saddle someone else with his problems. He could never have her, not even in his dreams. Better get used to that now.

Chapter 8

Here are the songs mentioned in this chapter: Put That Sun Back In The Sky, Green Eyes, and the Spanish version, Aquellos Ojos Verdes (this one was recorded in 1959, so a bit later than our story, but I couldn't find an earlier Spanish version, so it would have to do.)

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