#Travel-Friendly Beauty Tips
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Time Can't Stop Me Quite Like You Did | Chapter 1
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Chapter 1 | When We Were Young
SUMMARY | She leans on the doorway and watches as Aemond Targaryen takes a lengthy drag out of his cigarette - tiny embers of the burning tip being the only light in all the space around him. He is withdrawn and lost in his own thoughts, always - just as she knows him to be.
It is at this moment that it strikes her.
It's him that she's in love with. It's always been him.
WARNINGS | 18+; SMUT; Angst with a Happy Ending; Grooming; Attempted Rape/Non-Con; Blood and Injury; Violence
WORD COUNT | 6.9k
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They’ve known each other a long time; almost their whole lives. It's hard for her to pinpoint the exact moment that she fell in love with him in the past many years.
But if she has to say it, the story would go something like this.
[VISENYA TARGARYEN MEMORIAL PARK, RED KEEP TOWN]
AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-SEVEN, Alicent Hightower was intimately familiar with the feeling of loneliness.
Even in the midst of a bustling crowd, she often found solace only in the company of the voices in her head. At nineteen, she had an affair with her best friend's father, and at twenty, she became his wife. Over the years, she has given birth to four children whom she loves with all that she has — yet her marriage has continuously held her back, fueling her self-destructive tendencies.
She couldn't entirely blame Viserys, though part of her did. It was hard to expect much from a marriage with a man still emotionally tied to a wife who has been dead for almost a decade.
Loneliness pervaded every waking moment of her life.
Just then, she caught sight of Daeron, who smiled at her from his spot a few steps away, sitting on a blanket beneath the shade of a tree. The gap from his missing tooth showed when he giggled at her, and she couldn’t help but smile in that solemn, upside down way that she always did. Aemond, snuggled at her side, sought comfort from the surrounding noise in her arms. She held him tightly, realizing that perhaps she wasn't as alone as she had thought.
She wasn't entirely certain if she liked her children, but she loved them deeply. Their presence alleviated her loneliness, and she knew she would cherish them fiercely for the rest of her life. As the mild afternoon sun kissed her face, she eagerly anticipated the return of her older children - Aegon and Helaena - from school. Their chatter and presence provided her with a reason to keep going.
While Aemond nestled closer to her, less welcoming to other children compared to Daeron, Alicent noticed her youngest playing with a little girl of the same age. Witnessing the joy on her son's face as he made a friend warmed her heart, although she couldn't recall the last time she had a friend of her own.
She had one friend, and then she lost her when she married said friend's father.
But she won’t think about that.
Suppressing the memory, she resolved to find out who her son's new friend was. In the exclusive community of Red Keep Town, where most of the Westerosi elite lived, privacy was paramount and everyone seemed to know of each other. News traveled swiftly, yet Alicent always seemed to be the last to know anything.
A woman approached her, and Alicent's lips curved into a smile as she recognized her. "Jeyne!" She murmured, rising to her feet before she could even comprehend her actions. "How many years has it been? Are you and Jasper back in King's Landing?"
Jeyne Wylde, a warm woman with a maternal aura, enveloped Alicent in a friendly embrace, rekindling an acquaintance from years ago. "Alicent Hightower, as I live and breathe! Just as beautiful as the last time I saw you!"
They kissed each other's cheeks before she continued. "Didn't Viserys tell you? Jasper has a seat on the board now! We're here permanently this time! We've refurbished Jasper's grandfather's home here, the Rain House!"
Didn't Viserys tell you? No, Viserys had not told her; he never does.
Clutching Aemond closer, she forced the reminder of her isolation to the back of her mind. Each time her husband dismissed her inquiries or refused to engage with her, it felt like a dagger twisting deeper into her heart.
"And who is this little gentleman here? Such a well-behaved boy!" Jeyne cooed as Aemond nestled into Alicent's neck, his silver hair tickling her. "My third. A bit shy," she motioned toward where Daeron sat with the babysitter, playing with another child. "That's Daeron, my youngest."
Jeyne laughed at Aemond's shyness, her joyful expression lighting up the world around her like she always did. "Oh, how wonderful! He's already made friends with my daughter!"
A friend. Her son had found a companion, and she couldn't help but find it amusing that it was the youngest Wylde daughter, whose mother had once provided her with a sense of camaraderie before her marriage.
Somehow, it all came full circle.
Daeron called out to her, beckoning her to meet the little girl, and both Jeyne and Alicent hastened to join their children under the shade, surrounded by scattered toys. Aemond, still clinging to his mother's neck, refused to let go and join them - but he watched with great interest.
As the children smiled at her, Alicent's heart warmed in a way she didn't think possible. Daeron's infectious smile, the babbles of the infants, and Jeyne Wylde's cheerful chatter momentarily pulled her away from her inner turmoil. As the little Wylde girl giggled at Daeron's attempt to balance a dried leaf on his nose, Alicent felt a sense of companionship, dispelling her loneliness, at least for a while.
Years later, when Jeyne Wylde begged her to keep an eye out for her child before she died, Alicent Hightower promised with her whole heart that she would.
How could she not do it for her only friend?
[SIX YEARS LATER; ALYSANNE TARGARYEN PREPARATORY SCHOOL]
IN THE BUSTLING HALLS OF THE PRIVATE TOWN'S only high-profile school, where fights between kids were as common as homework assignments, a scene was brewing.
Daeron Targaryen, a spirited boy with an unruly mop of silver hair and bright violet eyes, found himself caught in an unexpected skirmish with his nephew Luke Velaryon, a mischievous troublemaker known for his penchant for causing chaos.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon when the incident unfolded. She was engrossed in a book under the shade of an oak tree when she felt a sharp yank on her pigtails. Daeron was playing football with some of his other friends when it happened, and he was quick to angrily run over to her, ready to retaliate. The fiery tug sent a jolt of pain through her scalp, and her eyes began to water - causing her to whirl around and notice Daeron, running towards her to help, with fury blazing in his eyes.
He had always fancied himself a bit of a hero.
They were only eight years old - too young to know better. Lucky for him, she never saw him as any less.
Daeron lunged at Luke, delivering a swift punch to the Strong boy's nose. A surprised cry escaped Luke's lips, and he made sure to lunge at Daeron - pushing him down onto the ground. The warmth of the newly formed bruise and the blood that now coated the skin above his eye made him want to get another punch in. But before the altercation could escalate further, Principal Lyonel Strong arrived on the scene, flanked by stern-faced staff members.
With practiced efficiency, the adults separated the brawling little ones, and Luke was reluctantly pulled away, a triumphant smirk still playing on his lips. Daeron's face bore an unusual darkness, a stark contrast to the innocence expected of a child. He muttered almost inaudibly, with bitterness bleeding through each word.
"Of course the Strong boy's grandfather helped him out."
She had never seen him look so angry before. It scared her more than the fading pain in her head did. She never knew what to do when the Targaryen boys found their Velaryon nephews - they always fought, and she was always left feeling scared.
Meanwhile, Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower were summoned to the school to address the unruly behavior of their children. Daeron sat on a bench outside the principal's office, nursing a sore nose that throbbed with pain. He longed to visit the school nurse, but he knew he had to wait until the adults finished their heated discussion. Luke was there right now as well, and he'd rather wait for him to finish than be in his presence. She walked up to him, hands clasped behind her back, and he smiled, the red blood looking very out of place on his usually happy face.
She loved it when he smiled.
Her eyes brimmed with empathy as she extended her hand - revealing colorful band-aids, some of them crushed in her hold. "I'm sorry he hit you," she whispered softly, concern etched across her innocent, young features. "Does it hurt?"
Daeron, with the facade of an eight-year-old trying to look tough, puffed out his chest and said, "No." But as he tried to hide the wince that briefly flickered across his face, it was clear that the pain was real.
With a shy smile, she held out the band-aids, each one boasting bright colors. "You can pick whichever you like!"
After a moment's consideration, Daeron chose a bright blue band-aid adorned with pink hearts. The other boys would tease him for it for sure, but he didn't care. He’s always loved blue.
In the days that followed, many of their classmates teased Daeron mercilessly for his seemingly incongruous band-aid choice. Yet, he never removed it, always keeping it on where she could see.
His forever messy hair always got stuck to it sometimes, and it peeled off and almost fell to the ground before he stuck it back. But he never threw it away, even when the teasing continued tirelessly. And until his wound healed, he always came to play with her with her band aid on and a huge, mischievous grin on his face - a smile so infectious, she couldn't help but smile back.
She knew right then.
That’s when she fell in love with him.
[PRESENT DAY; MAEGOR’S HOLDFAST, THE TARGARYEN RESIDENCE]
THE DINING ROOM, once vibrant with the chatter and laughter of the Targaryen children, has now fallen into comparative stillness and silence. The words in her book remain incomprehensible, slipping through her thoughts like the ghosts of better days. The wind toys with the loose pages of her book, causing her to bite down on the end of her highlighter in frustration. Her gaze drifts to the empty chairs surrounding the table, each one a silent testament to the void left by the absent older Targaryen siblings. She never knew Rhaenyra, but the Hightower children, however...
Aegon, the adventurous one, has forsaken the comforts of his privileged upbringing to pursue his passions as a photographer. He started in fashion, capturing the glitz and glamor of the Westerosi fashion scene for many renowned brands. He’s dated and photographed many popular models for the covers of The Kingslander and Dragon Eye. Now, he is out of the country, photographing the ancient ruins of Sarnor alongside his archaeologist girlfriend, Sara Snow.
She can't help but smile at his audacity and recklessness. It was such an Aegon thing to do - to embark on a globe-trotting adventure with someone he had known for only three months, just for the thrill of it. But she'd met Sara once, and she seemed like the girl who’d keep someone like Aegon engaged and on his toes - which is a feat on its own, given how much of a wavering mind she knows him to have.
Helaena had departed for the University of Oldtown two years ago to pursue her passions in microbiology. She never relied on her family's influence to secure her place there, her determination shining through from the beginning. She remembered Helaena watching them all from the sidelines while they played, bug in hand as she spoke to it; she believed they'd speak back when they were younger. Her passion translated fluidly to theoretical learning - next thing she knows, she's at the top of her class.
Aemond - now in his final year of school - was reserved but had made an effort to join in, always. However, that had changed forever after the fateful accident - the one that had cost him his eye. The tragedy had unfolded during a heated family football game, a quarrel escalating into a devastating brawl. Aemond had hurled the ball at Luke's head, and in response, Luke had grabbed the first thing he could find - a shard of broken glass, forever altering Aemond's life. The incident had been the breaking point in the already strained relationship between the two branches of the Targaryen family.
She still vividly remembered Aemond curled up on the floor, howling in pain. It had terrified her, and she could not sleep for days until she got to visit him. Weeks later, the doctors had prescribed a prosthetic eye, and it had taken her breath away - the contrast of the natural violet and the striking blue prosthetic was a constant reminder. She found it striking, but she knows better than to mention it to him. Aemond had grown weary of discussing his injury, and his entire demeanor has shifted, allowing little patience for anyone around him. He had gradually distanced himself from the crowd and only bothered when his mother forced him to.
The dining table, once a hub of laughter and joy, had slowly succumbed to the passage of time. Now, it was just her and Daeron, attempting to make headway with the biology assignment before them. Daeron, ever the dependable and witty presence, tried to keep the atmosphere light, just as he had in their childhood.
She sighs, her thoughts drifting back to a time when Aegon would crack ridiculous jokes that left her in fits of laughter. Helaena, with her fascination for beetles, would have a distant look in her eyes while Aemond sipped on juice, offering shy, subtle smiles. Daeron, the master of wit, would keep the banter flowing, ensuring the fun never ceased. Those were the days when Maegor's Holdfast had echoed with life and character, exactly as Alicent had once admitted to cherishing.
But now, the echoes have faded, replaced by the hollow silence that surrounded her, a gaping hole filled only by Daeron's chatter. She glances at him and manages a small grin. It seems like all she could manage around him are quiet words and shy smiles. He disarms her and thinks her awkwardness is endearing, and yet he remains completely ignorant of the fact that he is the one causing it.
She loved him. Slowly but surely, over the years, she had fallen in love with him.
Every one of his easy smiles have melted her heart, and he never even had to try. It was in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed; the warmth of his hand enveloping hers on chilly evenings, and the way he listened intently to her stories as if each word she uttered held the secrets of the universe. Her heart would skip a beat when he entered a room, and she couldn't help but smile when his name appeared on her phone.
It was in the quiet moments when their eyes meet, and the world fades away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own. She loved him when they did their first class project together, when he held her hand through her mother’s funeral, and when she slept over in his room for two weeks after the burial - her father needed time to recuperate from being a man expecting another son with his wife to becoming a widower with a daughter that he had to raise alone.
She loved him through it all. It was constant, a calm wave that never dissipated. It grew, and grew, and grew.
But she is afraid. Afraid of jeopardizing the friendship they have meticulously built together. Afraid of the uncertainty that comes with letting the boy who illuminated her world know that she loves him more than anyone else around him. Afraid of being rejected and left behind by him. So, for now, she cherishes every stolen glance, every shared laugh, and every moment they spend together, hoping that someday, Daeron Targaryen might see the way she has grown to love him - slowly but surely. Normally, she would thank the Seven for giving her time alone with him, but today, she is agitated.
If anything, she was devastated - how could she not be when the boy she loved for years was going on and on about someone else?
“I asked Floris Baratheon out, and she said yes!” She's been listening to him go on and on about the third Baratheon sister - a senior that was older than them both by a year, same year as Aemond - for months. Ever since she moved to King's Landing, Daeron had been absolutely smitten with her. He looked at Floris the way she wished he'd look at her, and her gut twisted each time she heard him gush about her.
What did Floris Baratheon have that she did not? What about her did he like so much that she had him captivated in just a few months?
As he continued to talk about Floris, she feels herself being sidelined - as she did often these days. Their everyday conversations are now filled with stories of Floris's adventures and their shared interests. She feels discarded, but she chooses not to say much. She could not risk it, after all.
She picks up the words pretty, smart, and absolutely kickass and she wants to retch. Or hack her pretty little head off. Or empty a bucket of pig's blood on her.
She’s going through a horror movie phase.
It’s not nice of her, but she cannot help it - she’s loved him for too long to be okay with watching him slip away from her like water between her fingers. She comes out of her reverie when she notices the time and she absentmindedly says, “I’ll see you Sunday afternoon, then.” She swings her backpack over her shoulder and loosens the straps a bit before she takes a step, only to have her heart broken by what he would say next.
“Yeah, hey… about that,” he interjects, and the tone of it has her scared.
“What?” Her voice wobbles slightly, and she hopes it does not show.
“I told you, my date with Floris is on Sunday night…”
“Sunday night… But that’s…” She rubs a hand over her mouth, trying to make sense of how he hadn’t even bothered asking her if she was alright with it. Sunday lunch at the Targaryen’s place, followed by pancakes at Chataya’s for dinner was their weekly tradition - one among many - one that they hadn’t strayed away from, ever.
It’s only a silly dinner , she tells herself. It’s just a silly girl going out with her silly blind best friend and having silly breakfast pancakes for dinner .
But it’s not. It’s more, more, more.
“Pancakes, I know. Sorry. She was available only then - her parents are taking her out this weekend so…”
He puts a hand on the back of his neck - a nervous tell, she knows all his tells - as he tries to reason with her and justify breaking a six-year-old tradition for a girl he fancies. She bites the inside of her lip, trying not to let her frustrations show.
“It’s… alright. I can still do lunch on that day. We still have your birthday night next.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to –”
“It’s fine.”
Her heart breaks at how detached the conversation sounds. They’ve not even gone on their first date yet, and somehow he’s already pulling away from her. “Don’t be like that, come on.” She wants to fume, shake some sense into him and make him see how he’s hurting her.
“I’m fine. It’s fine.”
“Thanks so much. I owe you, big. I swear I’ll make it up to you!” He then smiles, that charming smile that steals a piece of her each time he pulls it off. “Jason Lannister’s been asking about you, apparently. Maybe you should give him a chance. Then we can go on a double date!”
“Sure.” She smiles weakly, and she wonders how clouded he must be by Floris that her sadness seems to completely escape him. It convinces him, and she wonders if she’d believe it herself if she keeps saying it. She tries to salvage what’s left and suggests getting ice cream together. He apologetically declines, saying he’s going to get coffee. The way he scratches his head in his awkwardness is endearing yet depressing at the same time to her.
He hates the smell of coffee, detests the way it tastes. She knows him like the back of her hand, and it's peculiar to her how he thinks she’d believe his lame attempt at a lie. She knows he is going to the cafe because Floris Baratheon would probably be there, and he would want to act like he had no idea and eventually spend time with her. It makes her sick, how eager he seems to have her out of the way.
Is he completely blind to how sad he’s making her feel? How could he be?
She feels a pang of sadness and jealousy but says nothing as she pretends to be fine and packs up her stuff. She’d stay normally - long-dead mother and absent workaholic father making for an empty home, the hollow silence of which she did not prefer. But right now, she cannot bring herself to. Not when she feels the walls closing in on her, on her long-treasured and nurtured feelings, and how it seems to her that the boy causing it all is completely ignorant.
She walks out to the door just as his older brother Aemond walks in. She gulps as she looks straight at his chest, refusing to look up and into his eye - partly because of how they’ve drifted apart over the years, and partly because she worries he’ll notice her misty eyes. Somehow, the idea of Aemond Targaryen seeing her crying makes her physically sick, but she cannot bring herself to move. It makes her uncomfortable, how he is almost catlike and seemingly dead - his chest rises and falls very, very slightly that if she wasn’t so close, she wouldn’t know. She cannot remember the last time she’s been in close proximity with him, given how he’s taken to staying away from almost everyone ever since the loss of his eye. “Everything alright?”
She opens her hands and then clenches them once, twice, thrice and then gulps. She taps her foot on the floor until he moves, possibly frustrated by her. She does not have the patience for him right now.
He murmurs her name in his slow, whispery voice, and she only nods her head from side to side, hoping that it would perhaps cause her the tears pooling in her eyes to dry. She’s so close to him that she can smell him - coffee and cigarettes, both of which Daeron hates. The youngest Targaryen brother smells like lemon and wood, and it also holds a peculiar feel of home - but it doesn’t feel as such right now.
Almost as if he senses her discomfort, he moves away and her foot stops its incessant tapping. She inhales a quick gust of air and stalks forward with all her might, trying not to look like the hot mess that she is in front of him. She sees Aemond’s motorbike - one that he’s very pompously named Vhagar - by the corner of her eye as she goes.
She doesn't notice him as he quietly turns around to watch her walk away.
Her feet have never felt heavier than they do right now on her walk back home. She opens the door to her house, the emptiness of it engulfing her almost immediately as she steps in. Alayne, one of the longtime housemaids, welcomes her while dusting off the shelves.
“Shall I set the table for lunch, miss?” She asks, her words laced with the Essosi accent that has now come to feel like home.
“No, I’m not hungry right now, Alayne. Thanks.”
The maid smiles and she does too. Somehow, she doesn’t feel so alone anymore.
“Are you alright, miss?”
“I will be.”
In her room, she looks at all the Oldtown University posters, stuck onto the surface with precision that only a perfectionist could exhibit. Daeron has them in his room too, stuck on the walls of his room in an identical fashion to hers. They have dreamt of going there together for years.
The idea doesn’t seem as enticing to her right now, not as it did in all this time.
As she gazed at all the merchandise with misty eyes, she wondered if Daeron Targaryen would ever fall in love with her the way she did him. The uncertainty gnawed at her heart, but for now, she clung to the hope that their friendship might someday turn into something more. She falls onto the bed back first, her hands covering her face as she tries to make sense of how they’re drifting apart, despite how much she’s loved him.
What else can she do, anyhow?
SHE LOVES HER TIME AT THE LIBRARY.
It's a quiet, safe place where she can lose herself in her studies. When Daeron joins her, it's even better. He sneaks some candy bars in his backpack, and they hide them under the desks, laughing as she pushes him to work.
Today though, she finds Daeron already seated - but not alone. Her heart sinks as she spots him sitting across from Floris Baratheon, their heads bent close together, laughter heard through the room and mischief in their eyes.
They're deep in conversation, their fingers brushing as they pass a book back and forth. They seem so at ease together, laughing and sharing notes, as if she doesn't even exist. An invisible wall springs up between her and Daeron, and she feels like an intruder in her own world. She hesitates, watching them, a mix of sadness and frustration bubbling up inside her. Finally, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving the library without a word. The tears threaten to spill, but she holds them back, determined not to let anyone see.
She can't help but wonder if she crosses his mind even once. Back home, she settles into her room, textbooks and homework spread out in front of her. But her mind is far from the equations and essays. She can't shake the image of Daeron and Floris together, the sense of exclusion and heavy rejection gnawing at her. The weight of unspoken words hangs in the air, and it feels like her heart has been left behind in that forsaken library corner. She buries herself in her books, pouring her frustration into her assignments, and the hours slip away.
As the evening turns into night, a soft chime signals an incoming text message on her phone. She glances at the screen, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Daeron's name. Part of her yearns to respond immediately - to pretend like nothing happened. But another part of her, a stubborn one, resists.
Hey. Didn't see you at the library today. You ok?
She stares at the words, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. After a moment's hesitation, she decides to leave him on read, the cursor blinking ominously in the chat box. She knows it's mean not to respond, but it's her way of telling him that she deserves better than being sidelined for someone else, that her feelings are not something to be taken lightly. In the silence of her room, she turns off her phone's notifications and goes to bed, with only her thoughts to keep her company as she slowly learns to go from being the main priority to an afterthought.
Is he thinking of Floris right now? Is he texting her too? Did Floris respond to Daeron? Should she?
Sleep evades her that night.
THE MILD EVENING SUN CASTS WARM, golden rays through the arched windows of her room.
She always cherishes this time of the day when she can escape into her own little world, free from the distractions of campus life. But today is different. Today, she can't escape the feeling of loneliness that gnaws at her since that fateful library encounter.
With a sigh, she picks up her phone and scrolls through her contacts, finally landing on Daeron's name. She misses him terribly, and she can't bear the thought of another lonely evening. She battles with herself for a while, going back and forth between wanting to call him and saving her pride and ignoring him just as he's doing to her. Her finger slips, and she gulps, hearing the phone ring. She wants to cut the call, but the loneliness eats at her, and she really wants to talk to him.
Who else does she have?
The phone rings for what feels like an eternity before he finally picks up.
"Hello?" Daeron's voice sounds distant, distracted.
"Hey," she says, trying to sound cheerful despite her sinking heart. "It's me."
"Hey," he replies, but there is a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in his tone, one that she has never been on the receiving end of until recent times. "Sorry, I've been a bit busy lately. What's up? How have you been?"
Her heart sinks a little further at his distracted response, but she pushes on. "I just wanted to talk, you know? It's been a rough couple of days, and I miss you."
Daeron's voice softens. "I'm sorry I haven't been around as much as I used to be."
"It's fine."
"No, it's not fine. Give me a moment, let me step out."
She starts sharing the events of the past few days, trying to ignore the feeling of unease that has settled in her chest. As she speaks, she can't help but overhear snippets of conversation in the background on Daeron's end of the call. There is another voice - a voice she recognizes all too well.
"Oldtown," Floris Baratheon says, her voice clear and unmistakable. "Dream university?"
Her heart skips a beat, and her grip on the phone tightens. She knows those posters. They are the ones that she helped him put up in his room when they were younger, when they were more than the passing ships that they have become now. The realization hits her like a tidal wave - they are in his room, together.
"Kinda," Daeron replies casually, his voice laced with a warmth that used to be reserved for her. "I put them up a while ago."
Those posters mean so much to the pair of them, and it pricks at her that he never mentioned that they put them up together, or that their shared dream was more than just a weak non-response. Tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall. Her throat tightens as she listens to them talking, laughter and camaraderie flowing easily between them. It is as though she has been replaced, erased from his life without a second thought.
She can't bear to hear any more. She doesn't want to be the silent witness to their closeness, to the memories they are now creating in his room—the room that used to be hers too. Her voice trembles as she stammers out weak excuses about being tired.
"I should go," she says, her voice barely a whisper.
Daeron's tone shifts, concern creeping into his words. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound upset."
"I'm fine," she lies, her voice breaking. "Just tired. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Without waiting for his response, she ends the call, tears now streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out to him, to seek solace and understanding, but instead, she found herself on the outside looking in, a painful reminder of what used to be.
AEMOND HATES THE SOUND OF HER FEET TAPPING.
He's never been one for much noise, as it quickly gives him a headache. The ache swiftly reaches his scarred eye, leaving him in a foul mood for days.
Despite his dislike for the sound of feet tapping, he doesn't say much when he sits next to her each week for Sunday lunch. His face never betrays his feelings on the matter, as he hopes Daeron's friend, the youngest Wylde, will take the hint. She never does.
Today is no different. Her incessant tapping bothers him to no end, and he wants to press his hand into her knee, or scream at her, or grab her by the shoulders and shake her so hard that she'd see how annoying she is being. However, he doesn't. Bothered as he is, he is always very perceptive. Today, the tension between the almost paradisiacal pair of friends is palpable at best.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
It surprises Aemond that no one seems to have noticed. His mother sits at the table, picking at her fish and salad, while Criston, the bodyguard and the only present father figure he knows, stands near the wall with his hands behind his back. They've both watched her and Daeron grow into what they are today, and somehow, neither of them seems to have picked up on her discomfort. And if they have, they're really good at hiding it - which he wouldn't be surprised by.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
The unusual quiet at the table seems to bother his mother, and she tries to break it as best she can. When she needs help with anything - anything at all - she turns to her reliable friend and longtime bodyguard, Criston Cole. He has been more present in their lives than the elusive Targaryen patriarch. So much so, that Aemond sometimes wonders if there's more to their relationship than meets the eye.
He doesn't know how he feels about the possibility, but he does know one thing - his mother smiles wider when she looks at him, and that's all that matters. She doesn't smile often, his mother. She always appears tired and wears an indifferent gaze when Viserys Targaryen is around. Aemond has seen that look and decided long ago that he prefers seeing her smile much more.
"Criston," she begins, her voice light, "you don't have to be so quiet during lunch. It's just us. You can talk."
Criston shifts uncomfortably, clearly not used to speaking while on duty, despite all the years. But after a moment, he smiles.
Aemond watches his mother closely, noticing the warmth in her eyes as she interacts with Cole. It's a warmth he has never seen her extend to their father, Viserys - who is away on business meetings at Dragonstone, no doubt favoring Rhaenyra and acting as though his family here does not exist. Aemond has grown indifferent to his father's absence over the years, appreciating Criston for being there for his mother when Viserys couldn't be. If anything, it has only fueled his fire to be an indispensable part of his father’s company when he’s ready - anything to prove his mettle, and represent his mother and siblings. Anything.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Her annoying feet tapping is never-ending, and he is at the edge of his patience as he grips his fork tightly. He's convinced he'd lodge it in her thigh if she doesn't stop right now-
"Aemond, do you have a date for the school dance?"
If he needed a distraction, this was it. The question of whether he has a date to the dance is one that his mother is very curious about and always reminds him of. He always struggles for an answer. How does he tell his mother that he's broken up with his girlfriend, only to end up sleeping with a woman older than his mother herself? He doesn’t quite know how to justify it to himself.
He’s often wondered what it is about Alys Rivers that attracts him so. He shouldn’t be so bothered, given how the woman has seen him grow up and could be old enough to be his mother. Soon, he’d realized that it was her ability to understand him - most children his age had stayed children, while he’d been forced to grow up when he’d lost his eye. She understood him, his ambitions, his emotions - she got him like nobody else, and complemented his drive. If anything, he admired her.
The sex, he supposes, is a bonus. A very good one at that.
Aegon often jokes about Aemond and the older woman, and that was only after he walked in on them during Aemond’s 18th birthday dinner. Alys has haunting green eyes that pull him to her like a moth to a flame, black hair that he loves pulling on when she gets down on her knees—
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
“Arianne and I are going together.”
“Oh, are you two back together then?”
“No.”
He hasn't asked Arianne. He hasn't asked anyone. He’d rather not go, really.
But he doesn't want to hurt his mother. The lies tumble out of his mouth easily whenever he senses even an inkling of worry in her voice, or in the peculiar raise of her eyebrow, or the way she begins clawing at her cuticles.
Perhaps she knows he doesn't want to speak further about it, or she senses that Daeron and his friend need to be nudged away from their pathetic and obvious awkward rift—but his mother is quick to seamlessly transfer her conversational attempts to the two of them instead.
Alicent continues, "You two will get to go next year, won't you?" She looks at Daeron expectantly. Daeron nods, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "If all goes well, I could be going this year. Floris Baratheon may take me with her. We’ve got a date tonight, actually!"
That’s when Alicent Hightower’s seeking and inquisitive gaze falls on Wylde, and he knows that his mother has figured it all out.
“I thought Sunday nights are pan-”
“Yes, mum. I know. She’s been…” He turns to his friend. It's pathetic to Aemond how she still looks at Daeron like he hung up the sun, even though he's hurting her, “... she’s okay with it. I owe her one!” He smiles widely and engulfs her by the neck with his right elbow as he stands behind her after taking the last bite of his lunch.
She looks like she'd rather fling herself off the balcony than owe him for letting him go out with someone else on their weekend night. Alicent’s neutral and hospitable mask falls for just a moment and her smile falters at the realization - her youngest is so blind that he cannot see how long his friend has been in love with him. Almost as though she can sense the realization in Alicent’s eyes, her feet tapping picks up its pace (he didn’t think it was possible). This time, her left hand is on her knee, and her gold charm bracelet - moons and stars - jingles along with the movement of her foot.
Tap, tap, clink, tap, clink, clink, tap, tap, tap, clink, clink, tap, tap, clink.
The conversation flows on, and lunch eventually comes to an end. As they all prepare to leave the table, Daeron turns to the Wylde girl with a cheerful grin. "Hey, would you mind helping me pick out a shirt for the date?"
Alicent's smile is still in place by the skin of her teeth, but Aemond sees his mother’s discomfort clear as day. She has considered the youngest Wylde one of her own for many years, especially since her mother passed away, and she is certainly not alright with how her own son is hurting the girl more than anyone ever has.
The last he hears of them is the sound of her shoes, tapping away in the distance as they make their way to Daeron’s room, leaving Aemond with a quick moment of pity for the snubbed best friend. He has been largely indifferent to her over the years, but he isn't blind. He sees the way she looks at him, and it weighs on him for a good moment.
Must it hurt to love someone who doesn’t love you back?
The pair of them walk away, and Aemond is left alone with his mother at the table. They eat in mutually appreciated silence as their guardian, friend, and companion watches, his sunglasses sharp against the bridge of his nose, hands tied together onto his front.
When he eventually stands up, Alicent is quick to remind him to pick out a suit so the butler can have it pressed for him. He nods absent-mindedly as his mother walks away. In his haze, he hadn't noticed Wylde come back to the dining table. She murmurs something about forgetting her books and gestures towards the stack she left on the table. He watches as she takes them all in her hands.
He’s not quite sure what pushes him to do so, but he takes hold of her elbow, leaving her obviously confused. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. The unspoken words are left for her to comprehend on her own.
About Daeron. I’m sorry he’s hurt you. I’m sorry he doesn’t love you back.
“What for?” she asks, as though her yearning eyes were not obvious to everyone in the room. She walks away before he can respond, and his feet stay planted on the dining room floor as she leaves once more. It is all he can do to not laugh at her vehement denial.
Soon after, he makes his way to his bedroom too, removing his black leather jacket as his steps pick up speed along the corridors. “What do you think of this one?” he hears Daeron ask as he walks past his room. Over the years, he has been a witness to countless conversations of theirs as he passed by, and in each one, her excitement almost always matches his brother’s.
Today though, it does not.
“Looks good,” she murmurs, and Aemond barely hears the words. Her detached answer tells him all he needs to know and confirms all his suspicions. The poor thing loves his brother, and she’s not doing a thing as he slips away from her.
If it were him, would he stand by and watch too?
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BALLOONSCANNER - MEGA+ (3)
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Monaco Misunderstanding - C.L
Charles Leclerc x reader
tw: swearing
y/n = reader
Monaco's cobblestone streets were abuzz with activity as Y/N continued her exploration. She was utterly engrossed in her surroundings, admiring the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean and capturing the essence of the picturesque town with her camera.
As she walked along the crowded promenade, navigating through a sea of tourists and locals, she felt the jostling of the crowd and abruptly bumped into someone. The collision was unexpected and jarring, and before she could catch herself, Y/N instinctively blurted out an expletive in Italian, exclaiming "Stronzo!" Her face twisted in irritation, and she rolled her eyes, assuming the person she had bumped into wouldn't understand her Italian profanity.
But to her surprise, the person she collided with, a man with a cap and a friendly grin, smirked and responded in perfect Italian, "What did you just say?"
Y/N, caught off guard and slightly taken aback, was unaccustomed to having her profanity understood. She didn't back down, though, and with a hint of sarcasm, she retorted, "Oh, you heard me. Want me to buy you some Q-tips? Maybe you need them to clean your ears."
The man's eyes widened in amusement, and he leaned in closer. "Well, you're feisty, aren't you?"
With that, Y/N, not realizing the identity of the person she had just encountered, left him behind, still a bit irritated by the collision but more than a little intrigued by the stranger's response.
As Y/N, still unaware of her encounter with a Formula 1 star, continued to explore Monaco's charming streets, Charles watched her retreating figure with a grin. It was rare for him to have a conversation so unfiltered and authentic. She was captivating in her fiery spirit, and he found himself intrigued by her boldness.
For the rest of the day, Charles couldn't shake off the encounter with the feisty Italian girl who had inadvertently sworn at him. He decided to do a bit of research and was surprised to find that she was an accomplished travel photographer known for her incredible work capturing the world's beauty. Her name was Y/N, and he couldn't help but admire her passion and talent.
As the hours turned into days, Charles's curiosity about Y/N grew. He couldn't resist finding more information about her, and he discovered that she often traveled to various race circuits to document the world of Formula 1. Monaco was her latest destination, and Charles couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again.
One sunny afternoon, fate intervened. Y/N had set up her camera along a scenic view of Monaco's coastline, capturing the glimmering sea, the luxurious yachts, and the picturesque cityscape. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice a friendly stranger approaching.
Charles had recognized her from a distance and seized the opportunity to surprise her. He approached her silently, his hand covering her eyes.
"Guess who?" he whispered in Italian, his lips close to her ear.
Y/N nearly jumped, startled by the sudden touch. But when she heard the voice and the familiar Italian greeting, she couldn't help but laugh. "Is that you again, the man with no peripheral vision?"
Charles removed his hand from her eyes and smiled, revealing his identity. "Guilty as charged."
Their second encounter was filled with laughter and exchanged stories. Charles shared tales of his racing experiences and the excitement of competing in his hometown, while Y/N revealed the incredible places she had explored through her photography.
With time, their connection deepened, as they explored the beauty of Monaco together, their shared passion for adventure, and the intricacies of their respective careers. It was a chance encounter that had transformed into an unexpected bond, proving that sometimes, the most genuine connections are formed when you least expect it.
au/ raga mi sono stufata con la scuola 😻😻
Stronzo = asshole? I think, if you are Italian and the meaning is something else please do tell .
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hi Pime! Is it too early to ask questions about your new project yet? ROs and characters and setting and stuff? Sorry if this sounds pushy, that’s not intended!
Not at all! I enjoy talking about my IFs <3
Since I'm working on two projects I'll give you a quick rundown of both of them. First,
❆❆❆Leesangre❆❆❆
This game is set in the southernmost tip of South America in a distant future after a cataclysm wipes out most of humanity and the Earth turns into a big snow globe.
The main character travels in a caravan along with their family/clan which are also the only people they have ever interacted with, 1. because there aren't a lot of human beings around, just small settlements, and 2. because their family doesn't want other people to know about the main character. The lack of contact with other human beings and their constant dependency on their family has made the main character very sheltered.
The game starts after the death of the matriarch of the clan just as the main character's big brother becomes the new leader and everyone is feeling very uncertain about the future. The family consists of the main character's father (a huge mother-hen to everyone but mostly to MC and MC's niblings); the main character's brother (who has a strained relationship with MC); the mechanic of the caravan (the best mechanic in the world, or at least that's what they proclaim); the "shaman" of the caravan (a woman the caravan adopted when she was nine, she's in her late twenties at the start of the game); the main character's nephews, two teens who are also the clan's hunters, and the preteen nibling who has yet to find what role in the clan they will fulfill (these three were given to the clan when they were six, five, and one year old and they are presumably children of another big brother MC has never met); the main character's five-year-old niece and four-year-old nibling (they are the children of MC's brother and the mechanic). The clan also adopts a guy they find passed out in the snow at the start of the game (something neither the clan nor this guy really wanted but is forced onto all of them after he finds out about the main character).
The romantic options are:
Heco (they/them) — the clan's mechanic. They are thirty years old and they prefer to be maintaining the caravan than interacting with others but they don't mind people sitting in a corner and watching them work if they aren't too distracting and promise not to touch their tools. They're also the parent of MC's youngest's niblings, but they aren't in a relationship with MC's brother and never have been. It's a bit complicated.
Mo (she/her) — the curandera or shaman of the clan. If Heco is the hands of the caravan, Mo is its soul. It's impossible not to know where she is at any given time because she's a talking machine and also the type who loves to make people laugh. Of course, her jokes are hit or miss now that everyone is mourning the clan's matriarch but Mo's sense of humor can be like a runaway freight train if she isn't paying attention. (Mo is also my attempt at the friends-to-lovers trope)
Gil (he/his) — the guy the clan saves from certain death. He's in his early twenties and speaks a language that's more common in the north of the continent, so what was he doing completely alone so down south? Even though not much is known about him, he is friendly and quick to adapt to his new life in the caravan.
This game is a trilogy and I will add a few more ROs in the next books.
Project 2 is called,
˚.༄˚.༄A Song of Sirens and Soulmates (ASOSAS)˚.༄˚.༄
ASOSAS is set in modern times (2024∼) in an alternate timeline where Sirens appeared in the fifties changing the world forever. The game starts in New York but the main character and their buddy are thrown into the Siren realm around the first or second chapter so don't expect a lot NY lore.
In this alternate timeline Sirens are considered THE beauty standard with tall and toned bodies if they are male and petite and graceful figures if they are female. Also pointy ears, cavernous black eyes, and wide mouths full of sharp teeth.
Although they prefer to live in their own dimension it isn't rare to see Sirens as movie stars, runway models, and musicians. Most humans won't ever interact with this larger-than-life creatures but a few lucky ones will get claimed by the Song of the Siren, a red dot that shows up just above a person's belly button and marks them as a Siren's soulmate. Sure, leaving the human realm means never coming back but most people will take the opportunity if it means marrying and forming a family with these impossibly beautiful (and rich) beings.
Unfortunately, the main character of this game isn't interested in any of that and has been on the run since they were twenty and they were claimed. Seven years later, their betrothed finds them in a prison cell after they and their road buddy are detained at a punk show. MC is able to convince the Siren to bring said road buddy along and off they go into the Siren realm. Now MC and their ally must come up with a plan to escape before MC's wedding day befalls them.
The romantic options are:
Spook (ze/hir) — MC's ally in this mess. They met a month before the start of the game and decided to travel together for the time being. Spook is a thirty-three year old crust punk that can't stand Sirens and the power they wield over humans. Ze's also half-human and half-Siren, something ze carefully hides behind masks and dark shades. (Non-binary RO)
Verna/Vernon "Vern" Harley (she/her or he/his) — Twenty-four year old Vern is on the same boat as MC; they are a Siren's soulmate who has just arrived to this realm. Unlike MC, however, they've completely bought into the Siren fantasy and can't wait to marry and form a big family with their betrothed. Vern might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but they are a sweetheart and painfully candid. They are a breath of fresh air among the sneers of the Sirens. (Gender choosable RO)
Camille Abadi (she/her or he/his) — In their mid to late thirties, Camille has been married to their Siren for a longer time than they've been single. They speak with the tiniest trace of a french accent, which is hard to notice when they so seldom speak. They are very polite and attentive but a hard person to get to know on a deeper level. (Gender choosable RO)
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Traveling the most beautiful places this 2024:
“Visit to Europe (Vienna)"
In my opinion, traveling is the most interesting thing that is liked by almost half of the people on Earth. Traveling is an adventure that broadens horizons, opens minds and enriches lives. It makes the person happy and fresh of any age, whether it’s about exploring exotic destinations, immersing oneself in different countries and cultures, or simply seeking relaxation in nature and embrace.
Traveling to different countries in a very short time is very difficult to memorize, and making all the events perfectly fully organized or managed is a big task, but having something that makes us memorize about our events in advance is a big support, like tinyti.me website makes this problem easier in today's world by making their website available for us to create events which help in perfect management.
I think Vienna is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. The historic core of the city is a massive UNESCO Heritage Site brimming with incredible museums, beautiful galleries, and sprawling Baroque palaces.
The city is a history buff’s dream. There’s an incredible café culture, a nearby wine region, tons of amazing eateries, awesome live music (including world-class opera), and much more.
I’ve been coming here for years and I never get tired of visiting. Technically speaking I love the city so much that I used to run tours here!
Naturally, I’ve stayed at countless hotels during my visits. Here’s my list of the best hotels in Vienna:
1. Hotel-Pension Wild
This two-star hotel is one of the few affordable lodgings in the city center. It has simple but bright rooms that feature comfortable beds, plenty of space, and large windows that let in a lot of natural light. The design is a bit dated (the carpeted rooms don’t look particularly stylish) but everything is clean and functional. Rooms include basic amenities like a flatscreen TV, desk, and free Wi-Fi. The bathrooms are pretty small, but they’re clean and the showers have good water pressure. The hotel offers a hearty continental breakfast and the owner is friendly and welcoming. If you’re on a tight budget, there are small, no-frills single rooms with a shared bathroom available as well.
2. Hotel Domizil
This boutique four-star hotel has small, clean rooms with décor that makes you feel like you’re back in Vienna’s imperial past. The rooms have plenty of light and lots of antique touches, such as wooden desks and tables, and upholstered armchairs. Rooms also have free Wi-Fi, a flatscreen TV, and a coffee/tea maker. The bathrooms, while not particularly fashionable (the tiles are kind of ugly), are very spacious and the showers have excellent water pressure. The breakfast, which can be included in the price, has tons of variety, including lots of different fresh breads and cheeses.
Located in the city center, I think this is one of the best value places to stay if you want to be in the center of it all.
3. Hotel Mozart
One of the few hotels in the Rossau neighborhood (just northwest of the city center), this budget-friendly three-star hotel boasts large rooms with lots of natural light. Rooms are spacious and decorated in light colors and feature hardwood or parquet floors. There are lots of other wooden touches too, such as desks/tables, and large wooden headboards. Free Wi-Fi is included, as is a flatscreen TV and AC (a must if you’re visiting in the summer). Some rooms include coffee machines. The hotel boasts a filling breakfast spread each morning with lots of fresh fruit and pastries. There’s also a bar on-site and the staff are always happy to share their tips and advice too.
4. Hotel Johann Strauss
Located in the Wieden neighborhood, this stylish four-star hotel is named after the eponymous 19th-century Austrian composer. The hotel is set in a historic Art Nouveau building that’s been entirely renovated, with rooms that have lots of natural light and a soft, welcoming color palette. Rooms include a flatscreen TV, minibar, coffee/tea maker, desk, and sofa. I really like that there’s a lot of art around the property, including in the rooms (naturally, much of the art is music centered). The tiled bathrooms are huge, with lots of light and great water pressure. I especially like that the breakfast buffet is enormous and features a lot of variety. The staff is exceptionally friendly too and happy to help you make the most of your stay.
5. Hotel Am Konzerthaus Vienna
Located in Landstrasse near the iconic Belvedere Palace, this luxe four-star hotel feels more like a five-star property. It has a chic lobby and large, bright rooms with super comfy beds. Everything is fashionable and trendy, with lots of rich colors from a darker palette. The large bathrooms are bedecked with dark tiles and are well lit, featuring plush bathrobes and relaxing rain showers. Rooms also include a flatscreen TV, desk, and coffee/tea maker. The breakfast buffet is huge and has a lot of options, but I especially love that the on-site restaurant has a Michelin star (it does amazing modern takes on traditional Austrian dishes).
The hotel is a perfect choice for travelers who want some luxury without breaking the bank.
6. The Ritz-Carlton Vienna
This is arguably the fanciest hotel in town. A five-star property right in the heart of the city, this hotel is spread across four historic palaces (yes, actual palaces). While the hotel feels palatial, it has understated décor with a chic minimalist design (think lots of white space with touches of color or artwork). The marble bathrooms are huge and the showers have perfect water pressure. The rooms are also massive and have big, comfy beds (as well as desks, AC, sofas, and electric kettles).
There’s also a gigantic breakfast buffet offered each morning and a free glass of champagne when you check in. The hotel also has a pool that plays music underwater, a fitness center, sauna, steam room, and three different spas on-site. In short, it’s the pinnacle of luxury in the city and the best choice for travelers looking to splurge on an elegant stay.
I hope this blog helps you a lot when traveling next time to Europe (Vienna), So, whether you're embarking on a solo adventure, a family vacation, or a romantic getaway, This spirit of travel guides you on a journey of exploration, discovery, and adventure.
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The coffee shop guy and Red Hood
Part VII
Arkham Verse Red Hood! X Male reader
Jason takes his boyfriend travelling
The low sunlight hit you as you figured it must still be early, that early morning light filled the room as you felt Jason’s arm around your neck.
Jason had held you like this since the day you first stayed with him, it meant so much more now since your altercation with your stalker. Jason would refuse to let you go.
You were grateful for how protective Jason could be, you were grateful for his other life. In this moment, you were thankful.
‘Morning gorgeous’ Jason smiled sleepily as he kissed the back of your head.
You smiled as you turned your head to give the sleepy Jason a kiss, Jason pulled you in tighter and held you in place. Giving more morning kisses.
It was the first day of the new adventure the two of you were going on, Jason was taking you travelling to give you some break from life, plus to take your mind off of your altercation.
First, the two of you were going to go on a road trip to Coast City, then you were going to fly from there to Italy.
Sitting in the Airport waiting for the announcement of your flight, Jason held your hand tightly in his.
You’d never seen Italy before so it was nice to get away, especially as it was just the two of you. Jason and you to the end of the world and back.
The flight seemed to be quick as before you knew it, you and Jason were walking through the streets of Venice. Hand in hand and talking about life.
‘Bonjourno’ Jason smiled to an older man who tipped his hat to the two of you.
You spent a weekend in Venice, seeing sights and hitting bars, restaurants and clubs. Jason seemed a different man for this trip, coming out of his shell and allowing himself to be enough of a distraction.
After a week in Venice, the two of you took a trip to Amsterdam.
‘Coffee shop?’ You asked as Jason smiled, nodding as the two of you went inside.
Smoking and sipping on lattes, the two of you both enjoyed the brain fog as the smoke filled your heads.
Being high is a new experience for you as you travelled up to the red light district. Jason was in a different element as he looked through the windows.
Jason felt himself shooting up in his pants as the whole point of the red light district came across clear.
Jason took you to your hotel room and lay you on the bed, his length stood hard, you called out in passion as Jason penetrated you from behind.
Holding your arms behind your back, back arched, head facing the headboard as Jason pumped himself of pleasure into you. Emptying himself inside you.
‘I love you so much baby’ Jason panted as he lay on top of you, you turned your head to greet his lips.
‘I love you more’ you replied as Jason chuckled, you rolled onto your back, Jason remaining on top of you.
You pulled Jason in for a kiss and holding him in your arms. Jason buried his face into your neck, kissing your collarbone.
The next and last stop before heading back to Gotham, you flew to Germany.
‘God, this is so amazing’ you gasped as you took in the view of the German streets.
‘Gutentag’ Jason smiled, friendly strangers passing by.
Jason held your hand tight as the two of you checked into your hotel. You going out onto the balcony, taking in the view.
Jason lay on the bed as he watched you, taking the view in as you smiled brighter than you’d ever done before.
Jason’s heart skipped a beat as he walked over to you, giving you a deep kiss. Taking your hand in his, Jason walked you to the nearby bar.
Shots, shots and more shots, Jason was surely going to black out as he watched you, kissing you every so often.
The two of you joined a group of 20-something year old guys and girls, drinking and dancing in the bar with them.
‘You are so beautiful’ Jason whispered in your ear, pulling you in for a hug.
Kissing you as he held you tightly, grinding a little into you through your clothes. Smelling the liquor off of Jason’s skin and clothes, you buried your head into Jason’s chest.
The two of you said goodbye to your new German friends, who invited you back anytime for a visit.
You were sad you were catching your flight back home, but truth be told you just wanted to get back to yours and Jason’s home. Be alone together, relax.
Jason held you in his arms as a blanket lay neatly in your forms, Netflix on in the background. You lightly snored as Jason kissed your head, smiling as he had seen more of the world, but in this moment. Jason was happy to be holding his world.
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Flower Crown
Aragorn x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, light angst, kissing, non-descriptive intimacy
Word Count: 2k
During a spring festival, the man you love returns unexpectedly.
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The sky is a cloudless, endless ocean above your head.
You breathe deep, savoring the scents in the air. Newly bloomed flowers, freshly baked bread, and roasting chicken all infiltrate your nostrils, reminding of you the celebration that’s about to begin. Anticipation buzzes under your skin like a swarm of startled bees. You’ve been waiting for this all winter. Spring is finally here, knocking, ready to be greeted. The flowers are in full bloom, and the trees have awakened from their solemn slumber.
Every year the small village in which you’ve lived your whole life celebrates the changing of the seasons. A community-wide festival is held. Each person is involved in their own way, and the duties are often assigned at the beginning of winter to allow everyone to prepare. Sometimes, these responsibilities shift, but a few remain the same.
Last year, you attended the baker in their duties to provide baked goods. This year, you were tasked with sewing new dresses for all the unmarried young women. The base fabric, an off-white cotton, remains the same. It’s like a blank page awaiting colorful paint or black ink, each dress ready to be designed with every young woman in mind. You, and several of the married women, take great care in personalizing each dress to the young ladies’ personalities.
It is not by chance that this happens. It is more than tradition. Rebirth and renewal are the themes of the festival, and with that comes an influx of weddings. The dresses are for that very reason, as a form of matchmaking, along with the presented flower crowns and the festival itself. You’ve always thought it silly but never truly commented on the matter. Fortunately, with you on sewing duties, you were able to work on your own dress.
With the dresses come flower crowns. They are given to the young women by unmarried men of the village. It is always the married women and village elders who quietly determine which man will gift what crown to who. They’re intuition is almost always correct. It is rare for a pair to not eventually marry. Sometimes it is quick, and sometimes it is years later before either realizes they belong together.
And the flower crowns are the true beauty. Another group handmakes each one. But because you know how intricate they are, you did nothing for your dress. It is simple. Plain. Just because you’re forced to be part of this tradition doesn’t mean you want to try and find a husband. You’re perfectly fine alone, because the man you do want is far away.
He isn’t avoiding you. Not on purpose. Aragorn is a ranger. He thrives in the wilds, seeking out the darkness to rid it from the world. But you do miss your wanderer. He tries to travel through your area as often as he can just to see you.
Over the years, the friendliness has grown, becoming heat and tension.
None of the other men in the village make you feel the way he does, and they likely never will.
In the shade of a tree, you smooth out the front of your dress. The tips of your fingers itch and you need to move them just to calm yourself. That alone is silly. What do you have to be nervous for? The process is always the same, always consistent, so why do you feel like this?
The young, unmarried women begin to congregate near the arch of flowers. Breathing deep, you march forward, finding your spot where it always is. You can taste the eagerness in the air. The women around you are just as nervous, nearly bouncing on their toes. They whisper to each other, giggling, but none of them glance your way or address you.
All day, and not even one has thanked you for your work.
But you won’t let it eat away at your resolve. Today is a good day. You’ll drink berry wine and gorge yourself on delicious food while listening to the married women gossip about their husbands.
As the village elders arrive, all talking ceases. That is the cue, and just like the women in line, you curtesy. You’re not allowed to look up, to glance into the face of the man who will place a crown upon your head. You keep your head bent and gaze on the ground.
There is shuffling, the rustling of hands lifting crowns. You focus on the green grass beneath your feet. You’re the only one up here not wearing shoes. You breathe in, and out, watching as so many pairs of polished boots pass by.
When someone does stop before you, the boots are not clean. They are muddy and have seen travel. You almost want to laugh but really, you’re curious. Who is this? Who would be so bold to come to the crowning with filthy boots?
In the next moment, the crown is placed upon your head. You don’t move. Don’t breathe. The stranger’s fingers brush the underside of your chin, pressing gently. You respond. You can’t resist. It is natural to do so.
Your gaze takes in this stranger as your head lifts. And when you see his face, you realize that this is no stranger at all.
“Aragorn,” you whisper, and his response is a smile.
There is applause, and good-natured cheering all around, and yet you respond to none of it. It is only him, this man you’ve been missing, standing before you.
“What are you doing here?” you ask just as the music starts up. It’s too early. Aragorn often arrives in the fall when the leaves start to change.
Others are already wandering off together or going their separate ways. You’re left staring, happy to see him but not understanding why.
“To see you,” he replies.
To see you. To see you. Whatever nervousness you felt before is gone, replaced with a giddiness that sends heat right to your cheeks.
When you don’t reply immediately, Aragorn frowns. “Have I upset you?”
“No!” You reach for him, grabbing his upper arm, taking a step forward. “Not at all. I’m just…surprised.”
His gaze softens, and you could fall into his depths. “Didn’t think I’d come?”
“You always visit when the weather begins to cool.”
“I do,” he agrees. “Couldn’t stay away.” Aragorn says this almost absently as his fingers toy with a white ribbon on your dress.
A young woman shrieks with delight, and you and Aragorn both turn as she’s hoisted in the air.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks.
The answer is immediate. “Yes.”
He presents his hand, and you take it. His palm is warm. Strong. Aragorn leads, and then you’re moving, matching the correct steps. It’s not an intense dance but it isn’t slow either.
“Did you just arrive?”
He smiles. “As they were distributing the flowers.”
“Is that why you’re so dirty?” Aragorn laughs as you lean in and sniff, making an exaggerated expression. “And smelly?”
“I thought you liked the way I smelled after a ride.” Aragorn wraps his arm around your waist, turning as he does so.
“A ride,” you correct. “Not a journey.”
The music swells, dips, and then increases in pace. You’re left focusing on your feet, going through the motions. But Aragorn knows what he’s doing, and he leads you through it effortlessly. It’s difficult to speak, but his hands do enough talking. Aragorn’s touch lingers. He might squeeze slightly or allow his hand to wander. It stirs something hot in your belly that travels lower until you’re blazing everywhere.
When the music comes to an end, and the two of you are out of breath, Aragorn places his hand on your lower waist and guides you away.
“Something to drink?”
“Please.”
Berry wine is had before Aragorn takes your hand again, the two of you strolling off into the nearby orchard. Between the trees, there is privacy, the two of you walking in gentle silence. It’s just your hand in his and the warm breeze that stirs up your dress.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you say, stopping next to an apple tree. There are leaves on its branches but no blooms.
Aragorn comes to a stop beside you, his chest nearly brushing your shoulder. “Glad? That is all you feel?” With a soft touch, Aragorn turns your head in his direction. His head is angled downward, and there is no escaping what you see in his eyes.
There are times when the two of you have found a bit of quiet, some peace only with the need to explore the other. As you gaze upon his face, you are entirely aware of what he wants, but Aragorn is an honorable man. He will not push or insist on more unless you’re the one who seeks it out.
The berry wine is warm in your blood. Aragorn’s nearness is just as intoxicating. His fingers play with that same ribbon, and you lean into his touch until your noses brush lightly against each other.
“There is plenty I feel,” you reply, your voice a whisper amongst the birdsong and breeze.
“Is your heart willing to share?” Aragorn tugs lightly on the ribbon, loosening a portion of the bodice.
“Is yours willing to hear the truth?” you counter, knowing that you’d give him anything in this moment.
Aragorn tugs on the ribbon again, loosening the bodice further. Air rushes into your lungs as your chest receives a bit of freedom. “Tell me now. Under the trees. Let the sky listen.”
“You’re far too sweet to be a warrior,” you laugh, and Aragorn grins, closing the distance. The kiss is chaste and lovely, sending heat down to your toes and up to the crown of your head.
Your fingers find the front of his tunic. They curl inward, pulling of their own accord, seeking his closeness. Aragorn indulges, deepening the kiss until your bodies are pressed together. His hand rises, clutching the back of your neck. There is only you and him and your repeated meetings.
When you finally break apart, your lips are raw, and you hunger for more. You ache for deeper things, and long to tell him so.
“Is this all right?” he asks, fingers brushing against your exposed collarbone.
“Yes,” you murmur in reply, shivering under his touch.
Aragorn returns to your mouth, and you open for him. Your own fingers explore as much as his, but it is Aragorn’s fingers that venture beneath fabric.
You inhale sharply, and his hand retreats. “Apologies.”
“Don’t stop,” you say, grasping his wrist to guide his hand back to your skin.
Under the shade of the apple tree, Aragorn follows your lead, the two of you finding a dance. Although time has not been kind, keeping the two of you parted, there is no need to rush. You are happy simply existing with him, taking time to explore and savor what you’ve missed over the last few months.
Every caress is a song, and each kiss not only satiates but fuels the hunger that sits low in your belly. Fingers press and dig into skin. Clothing opens or falls away. There is no one else around, and Aragorn’s warmth is all you seek.
“Will you stay?” you ask between kisses.
Aragorn pauses, drawing back slightly. “For a few days.”
A few days. A few days with him and then separation. With Aragorn arriving now, will he return in the fall? Or will this be your new normal?
Even as these doubts swirl in your mind, you know the truth.
You don’t care.
As long as he comes, as long as he returns to you when he can, that is enough.
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Cyno x Adventurer!F!Reader
Very short! Encounter request between Cyno and an Adventurer♡
♡ You trudge through the sand, your shoes already filled with it as you attempt to walk across the desert. The map in your hand is already soaking wet with your sweaty hands and you struggle to hold the compass in your other hand.
♡ Just a few days ago you received a commission to deliver an item to some guy living in the desert. It pays hefty money, and you need the extra mora to at least get some decent food for your future adventuring days.
♡ It happens often that scholars would run off into the desert in hopes of not getting found by the matra. With so much sand, there’s no way to track someone with so much sand and wind covering their tracks.
♡ However, for the general mahamantra the sand is his domain.
♡ “N-no!” the scholar screams before getting slammed against the sand floor. “Oof!”
♡ He shrieks when the tip of the General Mahamatra’s weapon points right at his face, and at the very end of course, stands the mahamantra himself. He glares down at the man, his piercing red eyes inspecting every belonging and seeing none of which is stolen from the library. “Where is it?”
♡I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-,” he stops when the edge of the weapon touches his neck. “I-it’s with an adventurer! I c-commissioned them. S-she has the knowledge capsule!”
♡You sent an adventurer to do your job?” Cyno almost laughs, but in the eyes of the scholar it looks like the demon smirking. “How pathetic. Where is she now?”
♡ “I h-have no idea,” he hiccups. Cyno narrows his eyes before looking out into the desert. If it’s an adventurer, no doubt they’ll be lost by now. There have been a number of them coming into the desert with no idea on how to navigate through it.
♡ He turns back to the scholar. “When did she leave?”
♡ You finally reach your destination. Just up ahead is a small oasis, and a number of people native of the desert sitting around. You look back at your map and frown at the mess it has become. “It’s fine, I’m sure they have an extra map for me to use,” you reassure yourself under your breath as you head over to the oasis. “They look friendly enough…right? Wait, they’re looking super alarmed right now…uh, hi! I’m here to deliver something!”
♡ Cyno hurries through the sand, sprinting at the speed of a cat in danger. After learning where the scholar sent the woman to, he realizes that’s the area where bandits regularly hang out together. Damn it all, to think the damn scholar would go as far as to send an innocent civilian into the hands of bandits…there’s no way she’ll get out of it alive.
♡ He sees his destination up front, and his eyes that were once glaring into the heat, widen at the sight before him. The bandits run past him, screaming about a crazy lunatic. But he doesn’t mind them. Archons no, the person before him is truly too beautiful to look away from. Her frizzy hair from the intense heat, her arms flailing around, and most importantly, her shiny six pack that shines in the sweat under the sun makes his heart go doki doki as he watches the marvelous sight before him. Never has he seen a woman possess so much strength, so much willpower. With the exception of the Traveler of course, but this woman is different. For her body looks firm, healthy, and her birthing hips are just right. Something awakens in him, something is making him want to tell a joke to her. He holds the left of his chest, his face reddening.
♡ Is this love? ♡
♡”This woman is crazy!” one of the female bandits screams before getting smashed in the head by a barrel. Another barrel is thrown at the escaping bandits by the one and only adventurer who is sweating buckets. Your clothes are half torn from getting into a small fight with the bandits for supposedly roughing you up too much. Your face is full of sand, your lips so chapped from the intense heat that it's bleeding down your chin. You pant as you watch all the bandits run away, all bruised or injured.
♡ Thank you mom for forcing me to take self defense classes. As you’re getting ready to jump into the small pond of water, you notice a figure heading your way.
♡ Is your eyes playing games with you, or is that a dog with a human body? As the thing gets closer and closer you see it is a boy around your age, his eyes wide and sparkling and cheeks red as you look at you with so much awe.
♡U-uh, you’re not a bandit are you?” your voice cracks from the lack of water for hours. He blinks before shaking his head.
♡“I am Cyno, and I have a thousand jokes to tell you.”
It’s been so long since I played Genshin Impact I had to actually search things up to refresh my memory (;_;) Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this, and thanks to the anon who sent the request!
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All Grown Up; part two
part two of two.
Jake Kiszka ft. Josh Kiszka x fem!Reader
*SMUT!
credit for this imagine idea, this request !
[notes :
3.4k words.... oof!!!!
no incest!! i may be messed up but not to that point ! i remixed the imagine idea a little! i hope that's alright :)
i listened to 'born too late' by the poni-tails when writing this one!
i know i edged you guys last time… that was the point!!!!
oral ( m & f ), spanking, dom!jake, aaand some good old smut ! ]
it had been days since what happened in your room, and you couldn't stop thinking of jake being on top of you- pinning you down so delicately. you think of his pretty pink lips, his toned biceps, the way his knee spread your legs open for him in a way that made it look like he'd done it so many times.
he had left the morning after that happened, not saying goodbye to you. making you feel meaningless, as if nothing fucking happened. and you hated it. you wanted revenge, you wanted to make him jealous and you knew exactly how; his twin brother.
you had already talked to josh a couple of times, since he'd bring his brother to your house all the time. he was very friendly- most definitely a player. perfect.
you had lied to your big brother and told him jake forgot something, so you could bring it back to him; he hesitated but eventually gave you his address. great.
you change into something nice. putting on a big black comfy sweater and a short skirt underneath- your pretty black lace underwear on, no bra. you brush out your hair and apply a little amount of mascara and eyeshadow, followed by a lipgloss- and then leave.
as you make your way to the front door of their house, you knock and and just the person you were looking for answers the door, josh.
"good morning, josh." you say sweetly, clasping your hands behind your back. he examines you slowly, his pretty brown eyes make his way down to your bare legs.
and if looks could kill. you'd be dead right now.
jake stared at you from behind him, he stood in the stairs, this look in his eyes making you want to leave, but you stick to your plan. josh wore a white t-shirt with some burnt orange pants, his hair all fluffy and curly.
jake wore a white distressed shirt with a dark red button down on top, paired with some grey pants. he had his hair down, brown and flows- it looked so soft.
"well, well, well, isn't this a lovely visit?" josh smirks, flashing his pretty white teeth at you.
"i wanted to talk to you, alone" you look straight into josh's eyes, looking up at him. but jake's breathing gets raspy behind his brother, his eyes shooting daggers at the back of josh's head. you place your hand on josh's chest, only making jake madder.
"alright, follow me, mama" josh smirks, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs.
you pass by jake in the stairs, and he turns to you. "don't" he whispers quickly and quietly, his eyes pleading, almost begging you not to go. you ignore him. fuck you, you walked out.
'or what?' you mouth to him and his eyes widen- you turn back to josh and follow him to his room.
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"i like my men loud" you whisper in his ear, his curls tickling your face a little.
"jake... he'll hear." he breathes out, his pretty pink lips all dark from him biting them.
"i know, don't worry" you say softly and josh nods- your hand travelling to the top of his underwear. you get back on your knees in front of him. looking up through your eyelashes- he breathes out quickly, your fingers dipping into the waistband of his underwear.
you wrap your hand around his thick length, it felt a bit thicker than how jake's looked, but you liked it either way. you pull him out of his underwear and stroke him slowly, long, slow strokes.
"fuuuck. mama, you're doing so good." he moans. his lips parted, his brows furrowed, his eyes shut tightly and his head thrown back. you wrap your lips around the tip of his beautiful cock, and push your head down on him- gagging a little as you get to the base.
you're so incredibly aroused right now, more than you've ever been. this is the first time you've ever done this, and it was so fucking hot. you watch josh crumble before you as your lips are wrapped around him, going faster now. he lets out loud moans, his hand now on top of your head, pushing you down on him.
"god- you're doing great. so great. it's so good." he whimpers, loudly, thrusting his hips into your mouth as you bob your head on him.
"such a good girl, i'm close" he breathes out and you suck faster, deeper. he tastes so good in your mouth- you almost forget about jake. but you could never, knowing his room is right next to josh's and he can hear everything right now.
"i'm coming, mama, fuck" josh whimpers and you feel him twitch in your mouth, you pull away and stroke him quickly, watching the warmth seep out of his length and leak onto your fingers. he breathes loudly, opening his eyes and looking down at you. you smile up at him and sit next to him on the bed. he gets up and grabs some tissues, cleaning up your hand and then himself. then puts his pants back on.
"you're amazing, wow." he chuckles and you smile, feeling a sense of proud.
"thank you" you blush and he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so you're straddling him. he can most definitely feel the wetness coming from your soaked panties, as you’re on top of him. you watch his eyes scan you, down to your thighs.
“wow.. all worked up for me.” he states, his left hand on your thigh, his thumb reaching your inner thigh.
jake bursts into the room, he doesn't even bother knocking.
"josh, can you bring me to ryan's?" he asks, staring at your ass on josh's lap. but he looks away quickly, out of the window.
"we're busy." josh looks into your eyes, then jake's.
"no... uhm.. it's okay, i should be heading back home soon anyways" you say softly and josh looks back at you, his hand rubbing your back softly. you get off of him, pulling your skirt down and facing jake.
"alright" josh sighs in annoyance, doing anything for his younger brother.
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josh pulls up to your house and parks the car in the street, looking over at you in the passenger seat- jake sat behind you.
“thank you for bringing me back.” you say and give him a soft smile, he reciprocates the action and placed his hand on your shoulder.
“anytime.” josh says softly. he then turns to jake in the backseat. “text me when you want me to pick you up” he tells him.
“i think i’ll be sleeping over” jake’s low raspy voice coming from behind you sends shivers down your spine. josh nods and then looks back at you as you open the car door and wave goodbye. he does the same. jake comes out of the car and follows you to the front door.
“ryan isn’t even here” you say, not looking at him as you unlock the front door and walk in, letting him in before you and you follow.
“i know” he says softly. your breath hitches as confusion surrounds you. you both watch josh’s jeep drive away before he speaks again.
“lead me to your room, [y/n].”
your heartbeat quickens, goosebumps fill your arms, the air feels cold as you walk up the stairs- your short skirt showing too much to him as he follows you closely.
you thank god you’re home alone, because you want to scream at him, make him know how much it hurt that he left, how every time you touched yourself it didn’t feel the same.
you let him walk in first, and he sits on your bed. he waits patiently, the expression on his face so unclear to you; he looks calm yet annoyed. you close the door and stand next to it, he looks up at you from your bed.
“come here.” he pats down the space next to him on the bed and you listen. you sit next to him. he places his arms behind the both of you, resting on them as he turns his head to face you.
“josh isn’t going to like finding out that you played with his feelings like that.” he speaks slowly, his voice raspy.
“who said they were played?” you say innocently, playing with the hem of your skirt. he scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.
“i do. we both know about your little crush on me. you don’t care about him.” he states and you gasp, giving him a rude look. you feel a fire inside you start to burn, his words slicing through you like a knife.
“stop deciding for me. stop controlling me. you have no fucking power over me! i’m too innocent, i’m too little, fuck you jake!” you let it all out, let him have it, he deserves to know that you’re done waiting after him. he could’ve had you, and decided to walk out. as you go to stand up, he pulls you back down and places you face down on his lap. you stare at the ground in anger, not focusing on the feeling of his hard length through his pants against your side.
“what else?” he asks, his fingers dipping in the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down so your ass is exposed. you feel him shift a little, then place his hand on your bare skin.
“i’m too innocent for you, not enough for you, but when i’m with someone else it’s not okay?” you whimper, tears forming themselves in your eyes. you feel jake's fingertips dip in your inner thigh.
“no, it’s not.” his hand lifts from your skin slowly, then he hits your bare ass in a quick manner. you gasp and then moan, bucking your hips up craving for his touch. “that’s for even thinking about being with someone else.” he states.
he raises his hand again, and repeats the action- the burning sensation making your eyes tear up.
“that’s for actually being with someone else.” his voice is barely above a low growl, and you feel yourself so aroused for him, probably dripping all over his pants right about now.
he repeats the action one more time, this time keeping his hand in place on your ass.
“that one is for wearing the shortest skirt possible, and knowing i’d be there to witness it.” his fingers dip in your inner thighs, you push yourself down on him, wanting a soft touch. the tears stream down your cheeks; full of desire and also pain.
“poor sweet girl. did that hurt?” his voice is now so soft, the most delicate he’s ever sounded. his fingers draw little circles on your skin as he sucks in a breath, finally reaching your soaking center. “did it hurt as much as you hurt me? sucking off my brother. you must’ve wanted it bad, huh?” he teases and you nod quickly, purring as his fingers touch you so sweetly. you grind your hips down on his hand, he slips a finger inside your underwear.
“what would you have done, if i hadn’t stepped in?” he starts, rubbing slow circles around your clit after moving your underwear to the side; giving himself better access. “would you have let him fuck you? right there? so loud i could hear?” he starts rubbing faster and harder, and you moan his name softly.
“we both know your virginity belongs to me.” he groans quietly, before picking you up and laying you down on the bed, the center of the bed.
he licks his lips, getting on his knees as he wraps his hands around your legs, his face between them. his brown eyes looking deep into yours with his cheeks all flushed, a smirk on his lips.
“you gonna actually fucking last this time?” he asks and you nod quickly.
“yes. yes yes i will jake i will. please touch me.” you whimper, feeling so exposed. he brings his face closer to your soaking slit, dripping onto your sheets. you feel the warmth of his face against the sensitivity of your inner thighs- and you cannot wait for him to make contact, to taste you.
and when he does.. fireworks go off over your whole body. his tongue replaces his fingers as he draws slow circles around your clit, licking you from top to bottom, his hands grasping your thighs tightly as he pushes his face deeper into you.
“jake. oh my god. you’re so good” you moan loudly, wrapping your fingers in his hair and grinding yourself down on him.
he moans against your cunt, sending vibrations to it and making you gasp loudly. you need him so bad. you feel him stop for a second, he pulls away one of his hands and brings it to his lap. you hear the sound of fabric shuffling and then he starts again, this time fucking you with his tongue. you look down and see his arm moving, realizing he’s touching himself to you. fuuuuuck. he fills you nicely with his tongue, thrusting deep inside you as you squeeze on his tongue. you could cum just to the thought of him touching himself to you, his rough fingers wrapped around his cock. you feel your orgasm build up again, you need to stay good for him.
“stop! stop” you say, breathing out deep breaths and sitting back in the bed and moving away from him.
“have i done something wrong?” he shoots you a worried glance.
“no.. i.. i was going to cum.” you respond embarrassingly and he chuckles, nodding. he stands up before you and pulls his pants off, grabbing a condom from his jean pocket, then his shirt.
"good girl, you cum so fast." he chuckles.
"only for you." you whisper, taking your sweater off- remaining naked on the bed as you spread out yourself so he can get the full view. you think of all the times you've touched yourself to the thought of him, to the way he looked at you, the sound of his voice.
you take a moment to look at him, the way the tip of his hair falls down to his shoulders, his pretty pink lips almost permanently pursed from being so plump. your eyes make their way down to his chest, the way his skin looks so soft and touchable, his stomach and then his v-line. it's so sexy, one of your favourite features about him.
finally, your eyes make their way to his uncovered length for the first time. it's so much more beautiful than you'd ever imagine. long, hard, full of veins and almost pulsating. the tip was the same color as his lips which turned you on so much. he was bigger and thicker than josh, which was a little intimidating but you pushed that thought away- because you've needed him for so long.
"god... i've waited so long for this." he sighs, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds. he opens them back up and gets on the bed, staring down at you. and for the first time; he leans in and kisses you sweetly. his lips feel so soft, warm, and passionate, his right hand makes it's way to your cheek as he pulls you closer. you feel his length on your thigh which makes your hips grind against him, needing the friction.
"[y/n].. are you sure about this?" he asks, pulling away from the kiss for a moment. you nod quickly, taking the hand from your cheek and bringing it down to your leaking centre, he gasps softly. you watch him unwrap the condom and place it on himself, then position himself on top of you.
"i'll be gentle, babe." he says, looking into your eyes. you close yours as he pushes himself in slowly, though it doesn't hurt. you've wanted him ever since you were young- you were ready before it even started.
"don't be. fuck me like my pussy was meant for you." you breathe out, grabbing the hair on the back of his head and pulling him close to you, his breath hitches and his cock throbs inside you as it's fully inside now. it feels so nice and full, his cock being the perfect size for you.
"jesus... fuck." he moans, thrusting slowly inside you, his arms on each side of your head, his mouth next to your ear. you place your hands around his back and pull him close. he moans your name, fastening his pace as he pulls in and out of you.
"jake. i've wanted you for so fucking long." you moan into his ear as he fucks you like you've wanted.
"i know, babe, i know, i'm here." he groans, placing one of his hands under your back and pulling you up a little; causing his cock to hit you at another angle and touching your g-spot immediately. you moan his name loudly, grabbing into anything you can; your bedsheets, his arm.
"you like that? yeah? you want more?" he groans again and it's so fucking hot. he holds you up a little as he fucks you hard, his cock grazing your g-spot each time making you scream his name. you don't care if anyone hears- this is what you were meant to do.
"look at you taking my cock so well. such a good girl. is this what you thought about when i'd hear you moan my name at night? is this what you pictured? you wanted my cock buried in you like this? fuck. keep saying my name like that and i won't be the one lasting long" he can barely get it all out, as you squeeze around him and wrap your legs around his waist.
using his arm that was already under your back, he pulls you up and sits back, he backs up and rests his back on your bedroom wall.
"you wanted my cock so bad? fucking take it." he says, his brown eyes dark as he stares into yours, his cheeks are so red, his lips dark. you grab onto his shoulders and grind yourself on him, moaning his name loudly.
"jake. jake. jake. mine you're mine" you whimper in his ear and he nods, grabbing your ass and pushing you down on him, his head resting against the wall. you feel your orgasm build up again and you squeeze around him, bouncing on top of his cock as your thighs slap his.
'i'm close jake, i'm close. i need to- i’m cl-“ he interrupts you with a kiss, pulling you close so your chests are touching.
"me too, cum on me babe. let me have it, claim me." he groans, thrusting up into you, the feeling driving you crazy. you squeeze around him one last time before your orgasm explodes on both of you, and you scream his name loudly.
"[y/n], fuck, i'm coming. fuck!" he moans loudly, scratching your back slightly as he pushes you on his length.
you feel him groan loudly as the warm feeling of his cum inside the condom fills you up. you thrust on him a couple more times, letting him ride out his orgasm, then get off and sit next to him. he catches his breath for a couple of seconds with his eyes closed, then faces you.
"i'm sorry, [y/n]" he finally says, placing his hand on your cheek.
"why?" you look up at him and wait for his response, placing a hand on his warm chest.
"i wanted you for so long, too. i distanced myself because ryan told me to. all those times you made moves- i had to walk away. i wish i never did, i wish i would've spoke up. i wanted you for so long." he says softly, drawing little circles on your thigh.
"you have me now." you smile softly and he reciprocates. "i.. i love you, jake" you finally say and he gives you the biggest smile.
"i love you!" he says loudly and pulls you in for a hug, he holds you tight and repeats it softly in your ear over and over again.
"can we please fuck in the hot tub.. you have no idea how much that turned me on." he asks hesitantly and you laugh at his question.
"lets go." you say quickly and jump out of the bed, grabbing your bathrobe and running down the stairs. he follows you with a smile.
and you were glad to see he finally saw you all grown up.
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Behind closed doors
Marilyn Thornhill X Addams!Reader X Larissa Weems
Hi guys! Just to preface this by saying that Marilyn isn’t Laurel Gates in this fic! Also, this is an angsty fic but with a fluffy ending. This fic is based upon @cherrysweetdevine fic, so you should check them out.
Also, I haven't proof read this I'm sorry!!
The prompt- You were adopted by the Addams when you were 15, and when they decided to send Wednesday to Nevermore Academy, they had also decided to send you, their eldest daughter, 22 years old. Before attending the meeting, you stayed in Jericho meeting a couple, and you had fallen in love with them, only to discover they are now your principal and you botany professor. Featuring, Addams love curse!
I hope you guys enjoy!
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You had entered the bar alone; the dimly lit seating area immediately made you like the place as you approached the bartender serving drinks. You had recently been travelling with your uncle Fester until your mother had told you it was time to attend Nevermore, along with your sister, so instead of travelling back home, you decided to head straight to Jericho and stay in a hotel for the week before the arrival of your family.
Growing up, you had always known you were an outcast, heading from foster home to foster home until you stumbled into the Addams family, suitcase in tow and a scowl burned on your face. The family had immediately loved you, Gomez and Morticia calling you their daughter whenever they went out and Wednesday being pleased with having an older sister, although not as pleased as Pugsley . Nobody ever questioned why your skin had more color than theirs, or why your hair was lighter, they were simply happy to have you. You must have been there 6 months before they had asked to adopt you.
You shook yourself out of your thoughts and planted a smile onto your face as a bartender approached you. “What can I get for you?” He smiled and you smiled back.
“Just a glass of the house red please.” You said and he grinned before turning to pour your drink. You pulled out the cash from your purse before he turned back and another bartender approached him, whispering something into his ear.
He smiled lightly before looking at the money in your hand and shaking his head lightly. “Your drink has been covered, by the two ladies over there.” He nodded his head towards secluded seating, and you followed his gaze, seeing two of the most beautiful women you had ever laid eyes on.
One of the women had gorgeous blue eyes and white fair hair, her long legs underneath the table making her height known, a smirk pulled onto her face, and an adorable redhead, with big hazel eyes and glasses to go along with it, a kind smile plastered onto her face.
You turned back the bartender with a smile before handing him the cash anyway “A tip then.” He smiled at you as you moved away from the bar, walking towards the table, the two women’s gazes followed you as you approached, smile on your face.
“It’s not often I get my drink paid for.” You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, but you are completely unsure of their intentions. For all you knew it could have been a friendly gesture. The redhead gestured for you to sit, smile on her face.
“I find that hard to believe.” The redhead spoke and you smiled lightly before moving in to sit next to the blonde. “I’m Marilyn, and this is my girlfriend, Larissa.”
“It’s nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N.” You smiled and Larissa moved slightly closer to you, seeing you were comfortable.
“That’s a beautiful name.” Larissa spoke for the first time, and you were struck by her British accent, her beautiful British accent. Just in the same way you were struck by Marilyn’s smile.
“Thanks, I’ve had it since birth.” You joked, before immediately scolding yourself so making such a childish joke but before you could apologize, Marilyn laughed and Larissa smiled a wide smile, and yet you felt your stomach flip with nerves.
“How old are you darling?” Larissa inquires once Marilyn’s laughter has seized, and you look up at them both.
“I’m 22. 23 in August.” You smile lightly, taking a sip from the drink you had almost forgot about.
“Are you not going to ask us the same question?” Marilyn asks teasingly and you shake your head lightly, a grin now on your face.
“I feel as if I am being baited.” You respond in a joking and Larissa lets out a chuckle, bringing a hand to your knee and you feel your face grow hot. “May I ask instead why you bought me a drink?” You questioned, brining the glass to your lips once again.
Larissa and Marilyn lock eyes, a small smile on each of their faces. “We’re interested in you.” Marilyn states, a small blush of her own forming.
You raise your eyebrows lightly. “Oh?” You questioned once, looking for some more info and Larissa smirks lightly.
“We’re polyamorous.” Larissa states, and you feel yourself flush completely. “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course. If not, we can just have a chat.”
You smile again lightly, “Well, I’m interested in you both too.”
Marilyn and Larissa both smile at you.
You all ended up at your hotel room that night, and when you awoke in the morning, you were alone, with a note placed next to your bed.
‘We both had to leave for work and didn’t want to wake you,
Coffee sometime? <3.”
On the back of the note was both Larissa’s and Marilyn’s phone number, which made your stomach do flips.
-
It was later in the day when you added them both to a group chat and messaged them.
‘So, how about that coffee? 😉’ You messaged and almost immediately, Marilyn saw the message and three dots appeared.
‘Larissa and I will go on lunch in about half an hour, meet at the Weathervane Café?’ She typed and you felt yourself smiling at the message.
‘Sounds good to me. What are your orders? I’ll be sure to have them ready.’ Was your response
‘Hot chocolate for me please, darling.’ Larissa had finally messaged into the chat and you grinned at her sweet tooth.
‘A matcha Latte please, lovely.’
‘Of course, I’ll see you both soon xx’ You responded back, making your way to the Weathervane.
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You were already sitting when you saw them both enter and you waved them over, a smile gracing your lips.
They both sat down in the booth opposite you and Larissa was smiling while Marilyn had a grin on her face.
“We weren’t expecting you to message.” Larissa states, picking up her drink and taking a sip.
“Did you not want me to?” You frowned slightly and Marilyn’s hand reached out to touch yours.
“Of course, we did, we were just surprised you did.” She states and you run your thumb along her hand and move your gaze to meet both of theirs.
“Are you kidding? I mean, I would have to be an absolute moron not to.” You smiled lightly. “Last night was... Not only was it fun but afterwards, it’s the best I’ve slept in years.”
Larissa smiles again and you now take a sip from your drink, your hand still in Marilyn’s grasp.
“We would like to continue this, if you’d like.” Larissa states and you smile lightly.
“Of course.” You smile, and suddenly you feel as if it’s just you and them in the room. You feel Larissa’s leg against yours and her hand comes to rest on your knee as a smirk rest on her face.
You blush a bright pink and Marilyn smirks lightly as well before turning to Larissa.
“Please don’t torture her, Larissa. Don’t start something you cannot finish.” Marilyn scolds her lightly, and Larissa’s gaze darkens as her gaze moves to your lips.
“Who said I couldn’t finish it?” Larissa asks, and you feel your stomach doing flips again, Marilyn places her other hand on Larissa’s knee, pulling her gaze away from you.
“Me. Not now. Soon, but not now.” Marilyn murmurs and Larissa looks slightly deflated by she still smiles at you none the less.
“How was work?” You ask, still trying to regain your composure. Larissa’s gaze is still lingering on your lips, and Marilyn’s hand is still on yours.
“Busy, as usual.” Larissa lets out a tired sigh and you move your hand to touch hers but she pulls back slightly, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone is watching before picking it up and placing a kiss on it, before allowing to fall back onto the table. “I do apologies for my secrecy but my job, well, I have a reputation to uphold.”
You tried to hide the hurt from your face, you really do, but Marilyn catches it and her thumb begins rubbing patterns on your hand.
“It took me 8 months before Larissa would even hold my hand in public, let alone kiss me.” She smiles sympathetically at you, and you nod lightly. Larissa looks at her watch, before looking at Marilyn.
“We should be heading back now, love.” Larissa states and Marilyn nods lightly, removing her hand from yours and standing up with Larissa. “Do come outside, Y/N. I wish to say a proper goodbye.”
You nod and follow them both out of the café, as they lead you to a more secluded part of town, just where their car is. Larissa looks over her shoulder before pulling you in for a kiss, and you feel your knees go weak. Larissa’s arms snake around your waist to hold you upright. You moan slightly into her mouth.
Larissa pulls back with a smirk before placing another kiss onto your cheek. “I’ll see you soon, darling.” She murmurs into your ear and moves her hand from your waist.
Marilyn took this as her cue and approaches you with a smile, her hands reaching up to your face as she pulls you in for a kiss of her own. You feel your knees go weak again, so you lean into Marilyn, and you feel her smile into your lips. You whimper slightly when she pulls away, but she places kisses along your jawline before pulling away completely.
“That’s not fair.” You whine lightly and Both Marilyn and Larissa smirk before getting into their car, waving goodbye.
-
It had continued like this for the week, nights would be spent at your hotel, and lunches would be spent at the Weathervane.
You had often sent pictures to them both that had them calling you and promising a fun night.
But that would end today, because you were now meeting your family outside the gates of Nevermore academy, and you could feel your chest constrict. You knew you had fallen in love with them both, and you were unsure on how they viewed you, so instead, you kept quiet, you didn’t tell them you were starting a new boarding school, only that you were no longer staying at the hotel.
They were both understanding and promised that you would still be seeing each other everyday but even then, that didn’t seem like enough.
But as you approached the gates of Nevermore and saw your family’s car, you felt glad you could at least speak to your mother about it.
You saw them all get out, first you father, and then you mother, along with Wednesday and Pugsley. You approached them arms open wide and your mother held you tight.
“How have you been, my little wonder?” She had asked and you smiled slightly into her shoulder. “Did Fester treat you well on your travels?” Before you could respond, you felt your father’s arms around you too.
“My little buttercup, the only sunray I need in my life, my eldest daughter, I have missed you so much.” You father says and you smile again, pulling your arms away from your mother to hug him.
“I have been well, Mother. And Fester was a treat.” You smiled, and you watched as your mother smiled too. “Father, I have missed you too.” You murmur and place a kiss onto his forehead before pulling away. You look to your siblings and Pugsley runs into your arms and you pick him up.
“How is my little brother? I have missed you so!” You laughed and threw him over your shoulder before approaching Wednesday.
“My little stinger, how have you been?” You asked, and your sister smirks at you.
“Very well. Besides having to attend this torturous institution.” She states, looking up at you. You place Pugsley onto the floor and open your arms to her and she doesn’t reject you the way she would your mother and father, so you step in and take her into your arms.
“I do believe you’re only here because you have been causing trouble.” You state and she smiles now, a full smile.
“How could I not?” She retorts and you shake your head as your mother and father lead you inside.
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You are led into an office with the name ‘Principal Weems’ on the door by a secretary and you enter, you are met by the gorgeous fair haired woman you had fallen in love with, but there was no Marilyn in site.
Larissa’s eyes meet yours and you bite you lip in nerves; she moves her gaze from yours and greets your mother and father before your sister before she turns to you again.
“And you must be Y/N Addams. I have heard a lot about you.” She gives a fake smile, and you nod slightly.
“Erm, nice to meet you Principal Weems.”
You all sit and Larissa focuses on Wednesday first, her gaze only travelling to yours once. Once Wednesday has been introduced, her gaze turns fully to you, a fake smile plastered on her face.
You can’t help but feel your heart breaking into pieces, knowing that she would not want to continue seeing you after this and that also meant Marilyn would not want to see you either.
“Y/N, 22 years old. I see that you have had quite the sporadic educational journey. Not quite like your sisters, however. 30 different schools all up until you turned 15 and then you were homeschooled. However, your grades always remained the top of your classes. Now, may I ask, why did you begin homeschooling at 15?” Larissa gaze is on you, and you look to your mother who nods encouragingly.
“I was adopted when I was 15. Schooling was always hard when in foster care.” You murmured, suddenly ashamed to be admitting this. Larissa had a shocked expression on her face but quickly covered it up.
“Morticia, I never knew you adopted.” Larissa stated and you felt yourself growing pale, this was not how you wanted Larissa or Marilyn to find out and now you were sure your relationship was going to be ruined.
“Well, Y/N has always been apart of the family, well before we adopted her, she was a missing piece that we didn’t know was missing.” Your mother retorts and Larissa smiles lightly before moving her gaze to Wednesday.
“I’ve moved you to your mother’s old dorm. Ophelia Hall.” She smiles, fake smile, and looks at your mother and father. “Why don’t you both take Wednesday to show her the dorm. I need to speak to Y/N because there has been such a gap in her education.”
Your mother and father agree and leave eventually. As they leave, you see Larissa pulling out her phone and typing before placing it on her desk.
She didn’t get the chance to speak before you began. “Larissa, I swear to you, I had no idea you were the principal here. I am so sorry.” You murmur and she approached you and takes your hands into hers.
“I understand, it’s fine. But Marilyn also teaches here. And whatever is going on between all of us, must end if you are a student here.” She speaks so softly, and you feel your eyes brimming with tears, just as you hear the office door open.
You look up to see Marilyn entering with a frown on her face.
“Larissa messaged me, Darling. I’m sorry, we didn’t know.” She states and moves her hand to your back. You pull your hands from Larissa’s and stand, wiping your tears.
“It’s fine. Could you please show me where my dorm is?” You ask and They both nod, leading you out of the office.
You swear, this was the most you had ever wanted to break down into tears, but you couldn’t, not in front of them.
-
A week had passed, and you attended your classes like you were supposed to but any extracurricular was a no go for you. You had avoided both Marilyn and Larissa in the halls
Wednesday had sensed something was wrong when you came to her dorm, and just sat at the end of her bed as she typed her novel.
She had given you the crystal ball and sent you back to your dorm and told you to call mother.
You complied and now you sat in your single dorm, calling your mother, with tears in your eyes.
“Darling, is everything okay?” Your mother asks and you can’t get the words out so instead you shake your head. “Oh my darling, have you fallen in love?” She questions and you nod, wiping some of your tears away.
“The Addams curse can be so wrong sometimes my darling.” You mother states and you shake your head.
“But mother, it was so right. And then I became a student here and they said they couldn’t see me anymore.” You cried and you wished your mother could be with you right now.
“Why not, darling? You’re of age, even if they are a professor. Nevemore’s guidelines state that a teacher and student can be together if the student was of age when the enrolled.” You mother states and it brings more tears to your eyes.
“Then maybe neither of them wants to be with me.” You sobbed, bringing your face into your hands, and your mother shook her head.
“Oh, my darling, two people? You’ve always had such a big heart.” She states before you hear her shuffling closer to the crystal ball. “Well, I tell you what, they don’t deserve you.” You mother states and before you can respond, there is a knock on your door.
“Mother, I need to go, someone is knocking. I love you.” You mutter, and your mother smiles.
“I love you too sweetheart.” Your mother ends the connection, and you wipe your face before making your way to the door, not before checking the time. 10:24. Past curfew.
You open the door slightly before seeing Marilyn and you sigh slightly.
“Y/N, Principal Weems wants to see you in her office.” She states and you don’t say anything as you step out of the room. “Have you been crying?” She asks and you shrug slightly. Her eyes fill with concern, but you follow behind her to the office.
When you reach the office door, Marilyn doesn’t knock, instead she opens the door and beckons you to follow.
Larissa’s eyes reach yours and she stands, moving closer to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” She asks, with the same concern that Marilyn had shown. You, once again, shrug.
Marilyn’s hand places itself on your back and you attempt to move away from it but Larissa is in front of you, her hand on your shoulder.
“Tell us what’s wrong, love.” Marilyn states and you let out a humorless laugh before stepping out of both embraces.
“What’s wrong?” You ask them, feeling the tears brimming again. “What’s wrong is that, I have fallen in love with both of you and was pretty happy until a week ago you said we couldn’t see each other anymore because I am a student. But what you failed to tell me was that Students and teachers can be in relationships as long as when the student enrolls, they are of age. So, you tell me what’s going on?
Am I not good enough for either of you? Is that it?” You vented, bring your hands to your face, and the were pulled away by Marilyn as she brought you into her arms, moving you into her lap as she sat in an armchair.
“Love, that’s not it at all. I promise you; I promise.” Marilyn soothed and you rested your head in her shoulder.
“Then what is it?” You asked, not moving your face to look at her. Larissa’s hands landed on your sides as well but you kept your head into Marilyn’s shoulder.
“We thought you didn’t feel the same, darling. Thought you didn’t love us back and I wanted to give you an out without hurting anyone or admitting anything, but I realize now, that, me trying not to hurt you has just hurt you even more.” Larissa stated, and you moved your head to look at her.
“So… you both do feel the same?” You asked, now moving your hands to wipe your tears. They both nodded and you didn’t say anything before you pulled Marilyn in for a kiss, before pulling away and pulling Larissa.
Once you had both pulled away, you looked up at them.
“I love you both too much to lose you, Please just talk to me about these things.” You murmured and Larissa picked you up from Marilyn’s lap, beginning to carry you to her bed.
“Of course, my Darling. I love you.” Larissa mutters, and Marilyn, runs her hand through your hair.
“I love you, love.”
-FIN
#marilyn thornhill x larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#marilyn thornhill x reader#marilyn thornhill#x reader
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We need to talk about this bad boy
Émile Bonnaire. Adventurer, mercantile traveller, ladies’ man. Likes a drink, likes a laugh, loves to tell tall tales. Flamboyant, fun, and impressively fleshed out by the tiny, dapper, gravel-voiced charms of James Callis. Even his name derives from the French for “a good time” (or, depending where you look: “good bloodline”).
We first meet him accompanied by jaunty music on his way from the docks to a tavern, tipping his hat to interested women with a smirking flash of big, dark, pretty eyes, before roaring his intentions to pay for everyone’s drinks as he bursts through the door.
A bit of a rogue, Bonnaire. A bit of a weasel too, but a funny one. And he has an excellently aggressive wife.
Bonnaire is the kind of person who gets other people into trouble but always slips free himself. Pay attention - that’s going to be important later.
Once he’s successfully wriggled his way back into the clutches of the Musketeers, he treats Porthos (and us) to the glories of his exotic wanderings, revealing himself to be something of a liar, or just prone to exaggeration and fawning.
So far, so funny.
Except that the people he’s pissed-off have a habit of finding him, and again it’s those around him who pay the price. Our lads drag a potentially mortally wounded Porthos on to Athos’s old house and, despite comedy punching, it’s clear that things have taken a turn for the serious. The music is cluing us in, you see.
And it turns out that being beholden, duty, debts owed, and notions of family and belonging are massive themes here. As well as definitions of humanity, of who gets to be chattel. Of who gets to own the enacted tragedy.
Porthos rails and growls, and Bonnaire defends himself, claiming that the barbaric (“disgusting” - thanks, Athos) acts he’s perpetrating in the name of profit are “strictly business”. Not prejudice. Porthos spells it out for us, time and again: people are not belongings, everyone is free, no man has a right to own and dispose of another living soul. Except Bonnaire is. Except Athos has. Except the King and Richelieu do, and will. Arguably, these men who kill for duty, as Maria Bonnaire threatens for love (and is killed for revenge) are part of that same culture of disposable humanity.
The episode shows us this, asks us to consider a multi-faceted view of people and their motives and actions. People can be noble and be murderers. People can be friendly and polite, and ruthless killers. People can be charming and fun and human traffickers.
We have a problem in this fandom. A pretty big one, and frankly an old one too. Dumas, for example, seemed to be showing us an unredeemably monstrous Milady while simultaneously demonstrating that, in the society where she found herself, she had little choice - drown, or by killed for a witch, essentially. Tragic, noble, beautiful Athos drowns his sorrows under a nom de guerre, and charges at well-armed enemies in a bid to escape from a crime that d’Artagnan labels correctly as murder right from the get-go in the books. And in the show, Athos condemns Milady over and over for the sins that he himself commits, of killing at the command of the powers-that-be, forever drawn to and repulsed by a woman who shows him all-too-clearly what they both are, and have chosen to be. And yet certain facets of fandom cannot see Milady as anything but evil, and Athos as thoroughly blameless. So many adaptations (or perceptions of them) see Richelieu as nothing but a big old panto baddie and d’Artagnan as a beloved puppy who never did anything wrong. Hi. We have some things we need to address. Dumas gave us a raft of characters who are frankly horrible, selfish, violent people, every one of them flawed in some way, every one of them with issues they need to face, sins to atone for. We do the source material an injustice if we reduce them to simply Good Guys and Bad Guys.
And here, in response to an adaptation deliberately rendered for a modern audience, with dozens of layers in every interlocking scene and arc, people persist in seeing Bonnaire as a funny wee guy who was merely a bit greedy. But he’s funny and flash, so no real harm done, huh? Oh, he’s misguided, not evil!
The late, great Terry Pratchett broke down millennia of debate by saying that evil starts by treating people as things. Oh, it may head elsewhere, become more granular and a matter of opinion, but actually it’s pretty simple: don’t treat people as commodities.
The people who watch that episode and come away uncritical Bonnaire stans stagger me. This one isn’t even subtle - not only does he leave his beloved wife to die; not only does he lie and cheat and slide away from accountability at every turn, but Porthos roars (and later mutters) an absolute and no-holds-barred, emotional and intellectual take-down of the ethical nadir, the moral pit that is perpetrating slavery. He outlines in pitiless detail what it really means to the individuals (“Men, women, and children!”). He show how the long-term effects of that abuse, even once freed, shorten a person’s life, have resounding repercussions through generations. And he must feel so alone - the others holding him back from hurting Bonnaire, Athos telling him “Yes, it’s horrible, but it’s legal, and we have our duty to take this man to the Cardinal,” before ducking out of said duty himself to go on an drinking binge epic even by his standards. The others are more sympathetic, but still follow the course set for them by their superiors.
I want to tell the Bonnaire fans: yeah, he’s supposed to be fun and funny. You’re supposed to pick up that people can be interesting and quirky and ABSOLUTELY, THOUGHTLESSLY EVIL. That evil isn’t just the simple, unattractive thuggery of Labarge et al, it’s men doing ruthless things for the good of their country or for profit or for love or for power. It’s people feeling desperate and it’s people feeling dutiful. It’s not any one thing (except, at root, commoditising people), and just because they sold the role, doesn’t mean that the actor didn’t understand that either.
This is the message that I want them to understand: evil can look pretty. Evil can be charming. Evil can seem absolutely harmless. Evil can make you laugh, feel flattered, feel affection, feel pity. Yes, there are moral grey areas in the world, but human trafficking is not, cannot, and will never be anything other than irredeemable savagery. Slavery is cruel and vile and inhumane. And just because something has never been condemned in law, does not mean it is justifiable if it diminishes lives.
And just because you find someone attractive does not mean they’re the good guy. Come on, now.
#the musketeers#bbc musketeers#bbc the musketeers#musketeers#the three musketeers#season 1#episode 3#commodities#emile bonnaire#Émile Bonnaire#bonnaire#james callis#porthos#athos#d'artagnan#aramis#long post#oc#essay#media literacy#image#image description#image description in alt text#animated gifs#slavery#human trafficking#problematic characters#historical drama#meta
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Angel Kisses 🤍
pairing - Steve Harrington X GN!Reader
word count - 562
warnings - none ☺️💕
author’s notes - for @eddiemunsonssslut because last time i dedicated a steve fic to her… well… yeah lmao. ilysm girliepops 💕 this is pretty dialogue-heavy.
note to self - careful bestie, your newfound love for steve is showing
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Angel kisses; so sweet that they were usually given to you to wake you up in the morning, to show fondness and the unconditional love your boyfriend had for you. Quick, calming kisses had been sprinkled on your eyelids and peppered on your forehead, temples, cheeks and the tip of your nose upon you returning to reality from your slumber, the beautiful image of your boyfriend pulling away from you.
His half-lidded eyes fluttered, smiling as he saw you waking up, pressing his lips to yours. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
God, his morning voice had sent little tingles all over your body, as did his wandering hands that from even the smallest of touches could ignite a flame large enough in your stomach to cause a forest fire.
Describing the way Steve kisses in one word would be; Euphoric. So excruciatingly gentle and slow, his hands trailing down your sides to hold you by the hips as he pulled you into his lap. He hummed into your mouth as you shifted in his lap, making yourself more comfortable, his hand almost shooting up to hold your cheek, but he slowed down his movements so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Stevie,” you whispered, chuckling under your breath as his kisses left your lips and travelled to your jawline. “We might wake the kids.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently pushed you down, your back laying against the cool, crisp sheets. He hovered over you for a moment, before propping himself up with one of his elbows, his skin against yours, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.
“Dustin sleeps like a log,” he explained. “Mike’s out with Will. El and Max have gone to the mall, Lucas is probably at the mall too looking for an ‘I’m sorry’ present to give to Max after their… what… millionth breakup? Eddie’s practising with Corroded Coffin to impress Chrissy, Nance is out of town with Jonathan and Argyle and Robin’s with them… We'll be fine, baby. We’re just kissing.”
Just kissing. Right. Just kissing Steve Harrington.
Steve.
The best mom ever.
Harrington.
“And what about Erica?” You asked, the image of her fake throwing up in your mind.
“She’ll call us disgusting nerds, nothing new. Besides, didn’t she make all of her Barbie’s kiss? And nothing is worse than what she told me she found under Lucas’ bed.”
“She told you? What did you have to do to make you tell her? Tell me!”
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. No can do. She’ll spill all of my secrets.”
“We don’t keep secrets, Steve.” You pouted.
“Well… There's one I have to keep from you, but I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise.”
“That’s enough convincing,” you giggled, leaning into his touch as he caressed the side of your face with his knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
He smiles lovingly down at you, rubbing his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss.
“You’re adorable, Steve Harrington.”
“You’re even more adorable, Y/N Harrington— I mean… Um…” he chuckled nervously, fiddling with something small in the pocket on his jeans. “Forget I said anything.”
”Y/N Harrington has a nice ring to it,” you said, smiling, pulling him into your arms, hearing something drop to the ground and clatter.
And then you saw the little silver ring rolling across the floor.
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Kinktober Day 3 - Blood Play/Gloves/Leather
@jimothybarnes and yours truly are back with another addition to the beautiful prompt list by @kroas-adtam
someone please tell me to stop trying to add plot to my porn
Pairing: Aether/Copia
Words: 1,540
Copia lets his hand travel to the ground, dipping the tips of his fingers into the pool of blood surrounding them. He raises it to his face, twisting his hand around as he watches it shine, barely noticeable among the black leather of his gloves.
He moves his hand again, tracing it down the curve of Aether’s cheek watching the crimson paint his skin seemingly out of nowhere. Aether’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, his forked tongue slipping out to lick at the trail of blood, catching some with the muscle.
“Oh”
Read the rest under the cut or here on AO3
Aether makes eye contact with the sibling of sin he’s had his eyes on for a week now. Watching their daily movements, when and where they can be found in the abbey at any given moment.
He’s made himself a familiar, friendly face.
Being the de facto leader of the ghouls comes with a level of responsibility that Aether thrives on. He's good at assigning tasks, making sure things are done in a timely manner, and wrangling the less serious ghouls. He prides himself on how many different things he can juggle without cracking under pressure.
He wouldn’t say he’s cracking, exactly.
It’s just that he’s getting older.
Tours take more of a toll on his human vessel. Finds himself enjoying off days just to stay in, watch TV and relax, instead of going gallivanting with the group to explore every corner topside. Mountain will look at him sympathetically after a rough show. Watch the way Aether takes his steps with a little more caution, trying not to aggravate the already worn-down muscles. He doesn’t completely understand. Mountain and Dew were summoned at the same time as him? Mountain is aging gracefully, probably due to the amount of time he spends doing yoga, mediating, spending time in nature and crafting herbal concoctions that he swears by. And Dew, the water-turned-fire ghoul can still act like a kit some days. He’s slowed down, but only microscopically. Just watching the way Dew, Rain and Swiss fuck around makes Aether want to curl up under a blanket with a good book.
But Aether’s been managing… until he wasn’t.
The summoning of two new ghouls, with Sunny being sent to their sister location to work on her ‘behavioural issues’ and Aether being asked to step down from his role as a band ghoul, to be taken under Zephyr’s wing with the library and balancing the books for the Ministry. It’s the beginning of the end, he feels. Like they’re slowly phasing him out of any real jobs, so that if one day they decide to send him back to the pit no one will even notice.
He feels unwanted, not needed.
But he won’t go down easy. If they’re going to send him back to the hell from which he came, he’s going to make it well worth it.
He’s still making eye contact with the sibling, when he motions with his head to the hallway at the end of the hall. He can almost taste the blush that graces their cheeks as they nod, making their way to the dark end of the hall, stupidly letting the quintessence ghoul stay a few paces behind them.
It’s almost too easy.
-
As the high of fear-spiked blood slowly ebbs away, Aether’s faced with the consequences of his own actions.
His eyes travel the floor of the sibling’s room, blood splattered from the messy, nonfatal wound he had opened their chest with. Regrets it now, causing pain when he knew from the start that he was going to take their life. But the bloodlust and his already turbulent emotions didn’t mix well together.
With a sigh, Aether starts to climb to his feet, pushing up so that he’s sitting on his knees, and that’s when the door opens.
“Oh, my ghoul,” Copia’s tone is laced with the same disappointment that fills his eyes as he takes in the scene before him. He’s dressed like he just got back from an outing, in a clean-pressed suit and sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt. Aether tries to protest, holding up his hands in an attempt to stop him, but Copia shushes him and rests comfortably on his knees.
They both watch as the knees of his white pants start to absorb the puddle of blood that’s semi-concealed on the dark flooring. The patch of red grows with every second, the liquid rapidly chilling the longer it’s outside of the body that used to house it.
“I’m sorry,” Aether mumbles, unshed tears glistening in his eyes as shame washes over him. Leather-covered fingers grasp his chin, tugging it up from where it had fallen to his chest. He anchors himself to Copia’s eyes, seeing kindness he doesn’t deserve.
“It’s okay my pretty ghoul,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss on the ghoul’s forehead. Aether has always been Copia’s favourite. It’s a well-known fact and that’s probably why he isn’t being stern or reprimanding him. Where he should be the punisher as head of the Ministry, he finds himself consoling the clearly struggling ghoul. He’s had his eye on him for the last little while, seeing Aether close himself off slowly but surely from his friends and family.
“I don’t want to be sent back,” Aether whines, collapsing against the binded chest Copia pulls him into. He shushes him as Aether lets out a few tears, giving him the time he needs to pull himself back together.
“I would never send you back Aeth. I couldn’t picture myself being in this existence without you. I thought you’d enjoy the break from touring, getting to spend more time with Zephyr and learning the more monotonous but nonetheless important tasks of keeping this ship afloat.”
Aether feels stupid, can’t believe he let him work himself up to thinking he was being taken behind the barn to be handled. Copia was just trying to help him, give his life a purpose outside of performing, which his body was clearly starting to rebel against.
Aether lets out a long breath, feeling the weight of the world disappear from his shoulders. He even starts purring; it feels foreign since it’s been so long since he’s been content enough to vibrate from deep in his chest.
They sit in silence for a second, Aether finally leaning back to look up at Copia like he’s hung the stars and the moon.
Copia lets his hand travel to the ground, dipping the tips of his fingers into the pool of blood surrounding them. He raises it to his face, twisting his hand around as he watches it shine, barely noticeable among the black leather of his gloves.
He moves his hand again, tracing it down the curve of Aether’s cheek watching the crimson paint his skin seemingly out of nowhere. Aether’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, his forked tongue slipping out to lick at the trail of blood, catching some with the muscle.
“Oh,” Copia squeaks, surprised at the way his cunt clenches at the act. Aether growls, a flurry of movement ensuing that ends with Copia’s pussy sliding down Aether’s hard cock.
They both groan as Copia sinks fully onto him.
“Take me so well,” Aether praises, clawed fingers digging into Copia’s hips to help him. He pushes and pulls, guiding their movement as Copia tries to grasp his bearings.
“Off,” Copia gasps, hands clutching Aether’s clothed chest. The ghoul doesn’t need any further instructions, leaning off the ground to rip the shirt over his head. Copia’s hands find their place back on his chest, sliding down a little as Aether resumes fucking into him. He gushes onto the cock splitting him open when he catches sight of the bloody handprint marking the skin above Aether’s heart. The sight unleashes a hunger Copia’s never felt before, lifting and bouncing himself with more urgency while his hands dip into the puddle of blood once again.
He tries to make clean lines, but there’s bumps and hitches along the trail he’s carving with the punishing pace Aether has set for them. But he gets the job done, and there’s a crimson painting covering the ghoul’s hairy chest. Copia moans wantonly as he takes in the scene.
The way he clenches around Aether has the ghoul doubling his actions, leaving bruising marks on Copia’s hips as he fucks into him, the resounding sound of their skin slapping filling the otherwise empty room.
Copia’s thrown, his balance off with the force of the thrusts beneath him. He falls forward, his hands flying up with barely enough time to catch him from knocking his head off the ghoul growling below him.
He stares into Aether’s eyes for a minute but gets distracted by something off to the side. He glances over and notices his one hand has landed beside the sibling’s corpse; their blonde hair trapped under the hand while he gets thoroughly fucked by their killer.
It’s extremely disrespectful to have insanely hot sex beside a freshly dead body, and it shouldn’t make it hot. But Lucifer below it is. He’s clenching down on Aether, both of them moaning as Aether’s hips stutter. Copia starts to feel sad that their time is so close to an end, but Aether doesn’t let him ruminate on it for long as one of his hands leaves his hip, finding his clit and teasing hard circles around the engorged bud.
It's all he needs. Copia’s riding the waves of his orgasm, the contractions of his pussy pulling Aether right along with him over the edge. They stay there, exchanging oxygen as they gasp for breath, foreheads pressed together. Copia's chuckle breaks the silence that's settled over them.
“You’ve still gotta clean up this mess my pretty little ghoul.”
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Exploring Bali What to Know Before You Go.
🌴 Exploring Bali: What to Know Before You Go 🌺
Hey wanderlust souls! Planning a trip to the enchanting island of Bali?
Here are some insider tips to make your journey unforgettable
Embrace the Culture: Bali is rich in tradition and spirituality. Respect the local customs, dress modestly when visiting temples, and always greet with a smile and a "Salamat Pagi" (Good Morning) or "Salamat Malam" (Good Evening).
Pack Wisely: Bali’s weather is tropical, so pack lightweight and breathable clothing. Don’t forget your swimsuit for those crystal-clear beaches and waterfalls!
Transportation: While taxis and ride-sharing apps are available, consider renting a scooter to explore the island at your own pace. Just remember to always wear a helmet and drive safely!
Sample the Cuisine: Indulge in the vibrant flavors of Balinese cuisine. From mouthwatering satay skewers to spicy nasi goreng, the local food scene is a feast for the senses.
Mind the Monkeys: Ubud’s Monkey Forest is a must-visit, but be cautious around the mischievous inhabitants. Keep a safe distance and avoid feeding or making direct eye contact with them.
Stay Connected: Bali is well-connected, but Wi-Fi can be spotty in some areas. Consider getting a local SIM card for reliable internet access during your stay.
Stay Eco-Conscious: Respect Bali’s natural beauty by supporting eco-friendly initiatives and avoiding single-use plastics. Remember, we’re all responsible for preserving this paradise!
Explore Beyond the Tourist Hotspots: While Bali’s popular destinations are undeniably breathtaking, don’t be afraid to venture off the beaten path. Discover hidden waterfalls, secluded beaches, and quaint villages for a truly authentic experience.
Stay Safe: Bali is generally safe for travelers, but it’s always wise to exercise caution. Keep an eye on your belongings in crowded areas and be mindful of your surroundings, especially at night.
Leave No Trace: Last but not least, leave Bali as beautiful as you found it. Dispose of your waste responsibly and make memories, not souvenirs.
Get ready to embark on a journey of discovery and adventure in Bali! Let the island’s magic captivate your soul and leave you longing for more. 🌺🌴
#BaliBound#balitravel#baliindonesia#bali tour package#wanderlust#adventure#culture#travel#exploretheworld#explore#bali
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﹙ ❄️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ QUINN — introverts' class !
SUNOO of ENHYPEN !
quinn is rarely at ease with anyone, but when she met sunoo, it was like friendly love at first sight. the two friends quickly became close after exchanging a few words — quinn loves talking to sunoo about anything and everything. apart from the fact that their facial expressions easily give them away, quinn is always there to reassure and comfort sunnoo, and vice versa.
ASTER of HORAE !
quinn is literally her child. don't dare hurt her, or aster will take care of them personally. quinn greatly admires aster, she could do anything just to see her smile. she's like a big sister to her and quinn will never try to hide from her what she really feels inside — aster can read her like an open book.
SKYE of ØCEANA !
if you put these two in the same room, expect them to stay there for hours. quinn loves chatting with skye, as they have the same perception of things around them — they are completely on the same wavelength and quinn trusts her completely. victim of anxiety too, the two girls often exchange tips on how to control their stress, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. but it doesn't matter, because with each other's help, they're sure to get through it.
I.N of STRAY KIDS !
quinn met jeongin through inka, and even though it was rather awkward between them at first, a certain comfortable atmosphere eventually settled in. let's not forget that quinn is an introvert, so conversation is clearly not her strong suit — and so jeongin. but with the help of mei and inka, the two young adults finally opened up to each other and built a beautiful friendship.
KANG IVY !
well.. this is a funny story. just imagine : a flight from australia to south korea, 15h travel time and two young girls sitting next to each other. so yes, friendships were made during this flight, especially that of ivy and quinn. despite the age difference, their similar dream brought them closer together. a few days or weeks later, the two girls happened to be working at the same agency and have since become good friends.
RUBY of TOMORROW BY TOGETHER !
the two friends met through ivy, and even though quinn was very shy at first, ruby made her feel at ease right away and a friendship was born. quinn admires ruby enormously — mainly because how strong and brave bella is. the young girl has gone through so many difficult moments in her life but continue to exist brilliantly, and that makes quinn extremely proud.
YUNA of ITZY !
well, quinn was extremely shy the first time she met yuna, she couldn't stop blushing and this had a way of making the younger girl laugh and crack up. at first, they didn't talk much, and just stood next to each other, whispering words. but the more time passed, the closer they became, and now they talk every day.
SEONGMIN of CRAVITY !
these two were a pure coincidence, but a beautiful friendship was finally established despite a catastrophic meeting. to cut a long story short, quinn accidentally bumped into seongmin, who was walking and not looking where he was going. the shock was so violent that she saw stars, but the boy quickly helped her to her feet and to heal the haematoma that appeared on her forehead. since then, they've been more careful when running and check in with each other regularly.
AMIN of EPEX !
which led these two to become friends, is the smile on the boy's face that quinn couldn't resist complimenting. his smile is so big and infectious that quinn can't help but smile every time she sees him.
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Catching Up with Gen Padalecki
The run up to the holidays is packed with parties and festive events, gift buying, travel prepping and wrapping up all the loose ends of the year. Add to that running a business and a book club, acting, being a wife (to actor and entrepreneur Jared Padalecki) and mama of three (two boys and a girl), and things are busy for Genevieve Padalecki. We caught up with Gen, and talked about things from family and their new farm to two of her passions, books and towwn. Short for Take Only What You Need, towwn is a site she started with longtime friend Kelly Mickle to help people sustainably win the battle against burnout, both for themselves and the planet, with tips from eco-friendly kitchen swaps and sustainable sandals to self-care.
You’ve lived in Austin for more than 12 years, what advice would you give someone new to Austin?
Embrace the weird, always say ‘hi’ to your neighbor, don’t judge opinions and views that might differ from yours, rather try to understand where others are coming from.
What do you love about living in Austin?
I love the eclectic collaborative community. I've always felt like I could be completely myself here.
What are you most looking forward to this holiday season?
Family time.
How are you and your family celebrating the holidays this year?
We are doing things differently this year and giving our family an adventure.
What are some of your favorite holiday traditions?
I love all the decorating, crafting, and meal making. I find it therapeutic and I love when my kids propose the activity.
Do you have a recipe you love to make around the holidays?
We love cooking during the holidays and all the kiddos love to contribute. It can range from a great lasagna to a medium rare steak (cooked by our 10-year-old), to my husband's favorite, tomato soup with grilled cheese croutons. The holidays are so fun and gathering with friends and family for a meal is the best part.
How long have you had your book club?
I started my book club when we went into lockdown. I wanted a way to connect with people and have an outlet. I reached out asking for a “this or that” book pick for the month and Southern Book Clubs’ Guide to Slaying Vampires was a fan favorite. Next thing I know Grady Hendrix and I are zooming and chatting about his book. It’s been a wild couple of years and I am so inspired and feel so incredibly grateful for all the insightful, thoughtful and thought-provoking, stunning and beautiful writers I have been able to meet, converse and collaborate with because of it.
What are some you’d recommend for gifting this year?
Pony, Red, White and Royal Blue, The Overstory, Tribe, Letters to a Young Athlete, Why We Sleep and Into Thin Air.
How do you consume books? Do you prefer real books, audiobooks, kindle?
I prefer old-fashioned books I can hold in my hand. There’s something so wonderful about the sensory experience, the weight, the pages in between my fingers, turning a page, the smell of the binding. It just adds to the experience and for me is a delectable rush. I also love a good audiobook, especially with all the driving I do, but it all depends on the narrator.
What’s new with towwn?
towwn is growing so quickly and we’re incredibly proud of our community. We just launched our TikTok channel to help spread our anti-perfectionism message about the planet and ourselves to reach new audiences. We’re also building an informative and fun newsletter.
What do you hope to see in the evolution of TOWWN in 2023?
Our main focus is reaching people who want to find solutions to burnout for themselves and the planet, regardless of background and politics. We’re looking at hosting more events where we can bring people together for these kinds of conversations, curating products to help people solve these challenges. You can learn more on our Instagram @towwn.
You and Jared recently bought a farm…
Yes, we love nature and I’m obsessed with soil health and regenerative farming. I’m hoping we slowly let the land speak to us and thoughtfully nurture biodiversity and tend to the soil as best we can. I’d like to have rotational cover crops as well as grazing animals to contribute to this beautiful symbiotic relationship. It’s also nice having a refuge for our family to get messy and breathe in and get lost in the woods so to speak.
What accomplishment are you most proud of in 2022?
I'm most proud of my family. They are what I am so grateful for.
You went back to ‘Walker, Texas Ranger’ this season in flashbacks, any desire or plans on the horizon to return to more acting?
Definitely, if it works for our family schedule.
You and Jared have been married 12 years, any advice on having a marriage with longevity?
Marriage is the best and most amazing adventure in the world. And like farming, there are some good seasons and not so great ones. Marriage takes a lot of love and nurturing. Throughout our lives we change and evolve into many different people. So, in a partnership, you’re both constantly growing and it’s impossible to always grow together, whether in parallel lines or intertwined at the same time. The best advice that’s been helpful for me is to take time and try and understand where your partner is coming from, and before reacting to anything that maybe feels a bit incendiary or frustrating, give it 24 hours.
What’s something one of your kids did lately that surprised you or made you laugh?
Well, I'm currently watching my 8-year-old try and tell me U2 is the best band of all time I had no idea he knew U2! My oldest sang a song in mandarin at a school talent show and my youngest gave her best ‘Hocus Pocus’ rendition dancing on our kitchen table - all in the last 24 hours! I don't know why I'm surprised by their theater bug, but clearly it's shining through.
Quick Fire Questions
Favorite book of 2022: Four Treasures of the Sky by Austin’s own Jenny Tinghui Zhang was outstanding - and it was her debut novel
Last show you binged: House of Dragons & The Bear with Jeremy Allen White
Favorite method of self-care: Taking a time out for myself and remembering to be kind to myself and set that example.
Favorite restaurant to eat out: Emmer & Rye, Soto, WuChow
Favorite place to order in: Torchys
Go-to cocktail: Extra dirty martini or a good old fashioned beer is really my fav.
If you could have one superpower: To go back in time
#Genevieve Padalecki#melanie jacobs#lauren anderson#stephanie coultress-o'neil#jennifer birn#jenna mcelroy#austin life magazine
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