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cagesofgold · 9 months

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eren jaeger headcanons <3

🎵teenage fever - Drake 🎧

His favorite way to unwind is to play with your hair. Due to having longer hair himself he’s grown accustomed to the different skill sets required to craft different hair styles, and actually, is really good at it. His fingers are lithe and nimble and are able to weave through strands with ease.

He drives an all black car with tinted windows, and has a polaroid of you in a photo booth with him on your first date in a plastic case hanging from his rear view mirror.

he also always makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in the car, as he’s a guy who’s bound to text you at 2am asking bout some “you up for a drive?” 💀

in terms of tattoos despite popular belief, i personally think he’d keep it on the minimal side. He’d maybe have some on his arms - or a sleeve, but he likes to keep them tidy. Although, he is one of those guys that would have that tiktok thirst trap spider on his chest or adjacent to his v line…..

this mf smells gooooood, he’s so paranoid about smelling bad because of Jean saying he smelt like a burning pile of bodies in high school and hasn’t been able to shake the fear since.

despite not being overly adorned in tattoos he does like piercings. He’s got about five on his ears and has a nose piercing but he always forgets about it.

loves reality shows. A few months into your relationship he noticed you watching them and acted with his full chest that he had no interest, yet as the weeks rolled by he somehow got closer and closer to the couch and before you knew it he was fully shouting over Lisa Rinna. (You’ve also seen him following over 30 housewives from the different shows on instagram…)

cannot stand metal music because he spent his entire childhood covering his ears from where it bled from under Mikasa’s door. (Otherwise he’d probably enjoy it)

he’d dress quite simply, mainly with blacks and whites and would sometimes mix and match with some red or green, but i don’t think he’s as ambitious as some of his friends fashion wise, but he still looks good as hell.

his favorite holiday is with out a doubt halloween, is some of this because he spent so long as a child building the most elaborate scares for the kids on his street? maybe. but he also likes autumn as a season so that has something to do with it.

doesn’t get along with his dad too well but is a total mamas boy. He visits her at least twice a month considering they live in different cities.

is a cat person, but when he was younger he liked dogs more as according to him they were “much radder” - his own words 💀, but as he got older and became more subdued he developed a preference for cats.

has anxiety that he manages to hide, he wasn’t used to being comforted and it took a while for him to fully open up to you.

despite smoking weed with Jean and connie almost every other day he still makes a dramatic scene any time Zeke lights a cigarette around him, i’m talking coughing and clutching his chest, Zeke’s standing there like this 🧍‍♀️waiting for him to stop his fucking shenanigans.

if you want to go out with Eren Jaeger prepare to be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse, because my god, this man is relentless, and the SIDE EYE on this mf is ridiculous. He could knock down an army with his sass alone.

takes good care of his hair, oils it twice a week and does hair masks in order to keep it soft and shiny. He can’t have his gorgeous girl going out with some guy with brittle, greasy ass hair…

goes to the gym but doesn’t like it very much. he goes most days for at least an hour but never posts gym pics on his instagram or anything, he just has no interest apart from maintaining his body.

cannot sleep without you. he can try, sure, but he’ll never be successful. Before you both decided to move in together he was at your house every night, nuzzled against your body with light breaths slipping from his lips, which sparked the conversation, why not just move in, you’re here everyday anyway?

tends to bottle things up, and if something is bothering him you will have to work it out of him slowly…but he’s trying, for you he’s trying.

his lock screen is a photo of you asleep against his chest, he just thought you looked so peaceful.

gets embarrassingly competitive in just dance, threw a Wii at Connie once because he made him lose a perfect score on timber.

finally, he loves stargazing, especially with you. He’ll take you out to a deserted street, a bag full of snacks and a joint as you both lay on the hood of his car, chatting about whatever comes to mind, and it’s at those moments, when his eyes focus on the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth, that he feels a warmth inside him he’s never felt before. <3

#attack on titan eren #eren jaeger fluff #eren aot #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager #eren fanfiction #eren x y/n #eren fluff #aot x you #aot x reader

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xxsugarbonesxx · 4 days

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Librarian Miguel x Flower Shop Owner

tags: tooth rotting amounts of fluff and some suggestive bits. No one is spider man in this AU, mainly just character set up stuff :3 and no gender is specified for reader any1 can read it

hopefully this will be me getting back into writing since i took a break from it lol (this was done in 30-40 minutes at 2am so sorry if it isnt too high quality) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In the little rural town of Nueva, there was a library, it was owned and operated by the single hottest man in town, and probably the whole state, Miguel O’Hara.

Miguel O’Hara was a simple man really, he ironed his clothes, did sudoku on the train and ate a bagel with light cream cheese, an assortment of raspberries, blackberries and blueberries every morning every day for breakfast.

He took his coffee dark with the littlest splash of cream and one sugar cube. Two sugar cubes would be just reckless. Coffee could be substituted with Camellia flower tea when he was out of coffee, peppermint for when he had a migraine.

All the women in town would sing his praises to another. Little was known about him besides that after the death of his daughter he moved to Nueva and opened his library. In front of his library was a small community garden and a bench dedicated to his dear daughter by the double doors.

No one brought it up, no one asked, and he liked it that way. He liked the simplicity of Nueva. The air was cleaner, the people there warmer and the ringing in his ears seemingly disappeared when he moved there.

He liked to keep his library neat and tidy, he had plenty of rules set in place to follow…children's books in the front and adult books in the back. The spicer content was shelved by the cook books so no kids found them. You are to only use the various lamps in the library, never the big light. It totally ruined the cozy atmosphere he had set up.

Jazz, Frank Sinatra, and Selena Quintanilla was the only music allowed to be played, he didn’t like any other types of music. Coffee was free as long as you returned your mug to the table his coffee maker was on once you were done. No talking louder than a whisper, and only pet the library cat if you had all your shots. That was mostly a joke, but Miguel didn’t want people who weren’t up to date on their immunizations touching his cat.

It was almost closing time, and there were only a few people left. The familiar cast of characters Miguel had come to know now wandering the maze of shelves. Ben Riley was using one of the community monitors. Sending emails back and forth to his girlfriend in Canada. Only god knew if she was real or not.

When Miguel asked why Ben just bought his own laptop or computer to converse with his girlfriend, Ben explained he didn’t want to go through the trouble of setting up a laptop when he could just walk to the library to use one for free.

Miguel couldn’t help but hold back the fattest eye roll known to man when he heard that.

Peter Parker was looking for cookbooks for the dinner he was gonna make to win his ex wife back. Stressing over the perfect dish to make as young Mayday Parker debated whether she wanted to check out GoodNight Moon or Skippyjon Jones for her bedtime story tonight.

Then there was Pavitr Prabhakar and Gayatri Singh. Debatably his most adorable regulars. Miguel would watch the two teenagers stumble through their awkward study dates, he couldn't help but feel the littlest bit proud of Pav when he finally worked up the courage and kissed her.

But his favorite, hands down, was you. You owned the little flower shop across the street from his library next to the bakery. On the opening, you had brought him a bunch of sunflowers tied with a pearl white ribbon as a gift. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he was actually allergic to sunflowers and graciously took the generous gift with a stuffy nose and kind smile.

You would come waltzing in, batting your eyelashes like you were auditioning for a mascara commercial. At first he had no interest in romance, but you were just so…kind, caring, loving, compassionate. You were so slow and soft spoken, giving him the space he needed while he grieved and was there afterwards to hug him and dry his tears.

At the beginning, you’d only stop by and help him in the library or check out a novel or two, but as you became a frequent visitor, you stopped coming just to help him…and started coming just to see him.

He remembered how one day, you had arrived at the library as usual. A perplexed look on your darling face with your hands behind your back. You had spent all of the night before carefully crafting a special bouquet of lilies and tulips. Making sure there wasn't anything in it he was allergic to.

After dancing around the subject, you had slowly confessed her feelings to him.

The next hour was spent in the back room of the library. Feverishly groping another and kissing frantically, your glasses kept sliding against each other’s as you both ran to rip each other's clothes off another's bodies.

Miguel was still that simple man he was all those years ago when he moved to the sleepy town of Nueva. The idea of building a real relationship with someone scared him from how many times he'd been hurt in the past and the fresh wounds from the death of his child.

But now he has you. He has someone to come home to besides the empty walls of his little cottage home. He has a significant other to fill that void and to lift him up, someone to be his lock screen picture.

Someone to tell all the things he’s learned from the regulars at the library. He told you about Ben getting catfished, Peter winning MJ over with homemade ratatouille and a promise, about Pav and Gayatri’s kiss while the both of you snuggled up on the couch over a bottle of strawberry wine.

You'd both started the relationship a little rocky, not knowing whether this was right with the things Miguel was working through then. But it soon proved to be the best decision either of you could have made.

He had your wedding picture next to Gabriela's school picture day portrait on his desk.

His favorite parts of his day were when you’d walk from your shop to the library on your lunch break to eat together, and in the evenings when he'd read the book you were currently reading out loud to you in the evenings, before going to sleep together.

He was still that simple man, but now he’d share his bagels with you. He’d offer to iron your clothes for you, and even when you didn’t understand, he showed you how to play sudoku on the long train rides. Even though you were just nodding along to hear him talk about something he enjoyed.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #2099<3 #spiderman 2099 #writing #across the spiderverse #fluff #miguel ohara fluff #just cutesy reader being cutesy w their man #tooth rotting fluff

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catgirlforeskin · 2 months

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This may border on victimblaming, but most of stories about how someone was "groomed" online that I saw (I didn't research it, mind you, just what crossed my dashboard) read to me as "I am a total dumbass who doesn't have common sense and I am going to blame everyone for this".

Like older* guy on forum who talks about how you being offline makes him want to kill himself is not a good man, and neither are any other kinds of "online groomers", but literally nothing about technology makes them more dangerous.

(*Assuming that he is in fact older, I also was "in my early 30s" online since I was 12, but that's not that important because him living who the fuck knows where makes any actual power imbalance irrelevant, and teenagers are very much capable of being cruel and manipulative).

In fact, online interactions are way safer for kids because they fucking can close the tab and forget about everything that happened. Restrictions on children's access to internet doesn't help them. I am not even going to talk about how abusive families can be - outside of home is also not that safe, and people actually may have power over you. In my high school there were rumours about certain teachers sleeping with certain students. I don't know were they true, but I myself was present when one of our teachers went on a discussion about how it's better for schoolgirls to date college students and graduates to "get better experience". People who live close to you may be very gross and bigoted, in fact there is someone close to you and bigoted. Slightly older people can tell about absolutely awful culture of teen neighborhood groups (idk if there was something like that in USA but that's when people of one urban neighborhood hang out together purely because they live close by).

Mind you, I grew up on my local equivalent of 4chan, and while I don't think that it was good for me, the grossest experiences I had were all IRL. Yes, some of those anons may be totally inhuman, but I didn't have to listen to their bullshit, while IRL I had not only to listen but to politely agree, or the middle aged man with ego of a toddler and the middle aged woman who believes in every conspiracy on Earth and the teenage boy who thinks that he is the protagonist of life will be offended, and I am a good kid so I shouldn't make them sad :(

P.S.: Anecdotally, "normie" online places felt way grosser than imageboards. Part of it may be because it was before Trump ruined online everywhere, part of it that those "normie" online places were not as normal as they liked to pretend, but I think that the correct answer is that 4chan is not some malicious entity that corrupts our world, not even really marginal group - it's just content of middle class cranium without flattering makeup of civility. Still, don't go there

P.P.S.: I focused on school because the discourse was about kids, but like, you realise that adult abuse on workplace and such can be way worse and actually endanger your life in the way online never can, right?

Yeah, definitely, it’s an extension of the “stranger danger” model of abuse instead of the reality where most abuse comes from people you know that have power over you, whether it be in a family, school, or work setting. I was constantly told not to talk to strangers online because they’re dangerous by a family member who was literally abusing me lol.

There is harm that can be done by having unfettered internet access as a kid, but until the astronomically greater harm of kids having no rights in the face of parental dominion is addressed, I don’t think parents having more rights to control their children is a good idea

#asks

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allylikethecat · 5 months

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5, 12, 30 for the rapped askss

AHH thank you kind anon 🙏🏻 if anyone else wants to indulge me and make me the happiest of humans the list of AO3 Wrapped Questions can be found here. (Please... please send more... I will write you anything you want if you send more 🙏🏻 might even do a double fic update if I get my act together and am also sent more lol)

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I was expecting maybe two people total (myself included!) to read You Know Where the City Is (my Matty / Taylor 2014 Fake Dating AU) and have been so pleasantly surprised that there are more than two of us reading it. Even after the whole May situation, people have continued to be so lovely and I am very grateful. (Sometimes) is another one I was absolutely blown away by the response to. It deals with a difficult, delicate subject matter and people have just been so absolutely lovely, commenting on AO3, and reaching out on Tumblr about it even months later and I am just so thankful to everyone who has given it a chance and also who has reached out. I wasn't expected much of anything with it (especially with it being one of my first fics in the fandom) and am still just absolutely blown away by how receptive and kind everyone is. (Not going to lie it is also still probably my favorite completed fic and one that I am the most proud of.)

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Too many 💀 Official Running List Below: 1. Hopefully finish Make Way for Ducklings 2. Hopefully finish On a Friday 3. Hopefully finish You Know Where the City Is 4. *NEW* Equestrian AU - first chapter is 100% finished, the next few are in the works - potentially will go rogue and start posting before the new year 5. *NEW* another visit to the Infection Fic 'Verse - Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George getting together the very first time as teenagers (has been started - probably a one shot like the Eye/Ear infection fics) 6. *NEW* yet ANOTHER visit to the Infection Fic 'Verse (my precious baby) - I received a few asks about Fictional!Matty adjusting to life after rehab / post his second inpatient hospitalization and am interested in exploring that as well (rough outline stage - probably a one shot like the Eye/Ear Infection Fics) 7. *New* The Nashville Fic™️ - outlined, chaptered, I am very thankful to the kind anons who were so encouraging with this one because once again I fully thought I was going to be the only audience for it. Because I have no chill there is also more but these projects are my priorities at the moment moving into the new year - don't worry this can and probably will change 💀

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

There have been a few! One is how much fun I have been having writing in this fandom instead of just lurking, and how many special wonderful people I have started chatting with here on the internet because of writing fic. Historically, I just kept to myself and posted my fics without really getting to know anyone else because I'm shy and awkward, and it's been so special throughout the process in this fandom to have made some internet friends 🥰 I am also so shocked by how much the Infection Fic 'Verse has become a thing for me - someone sent me an ask asking if I would write about the whole droopy eye situation this summer and somehow Fictional!Matty decided he had AILMENTS and he needed to SHARE THEM which has been a lot of fun! That version of Fictional!Matty has become very special to me - he is my precious little baby and even if I torment him, I also love him very much.

Thank you, so, so vey much for indulging me and sending in asks for the AO3 Wrapped [writers edition] situation! I find this kind of stuff so much fun and it makes me so ridiculously happy! So thank you so very much kind anon who sent this in! I hope you are having the absolute best day (and if you have any fic / prompt requests send them my way!!) and if anyone else wants to send any the list can be found here.

❤️Ally

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lightlycareless · 9 months

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hi! i hope ure doing a little bit better. take all the time u need! here's an hc i have

https://youtu.be/wOEKdWrtz6U

THIS but satoru and hinata when they were 2nd years, they just did this for fun. since canonically satoru can do everything he puts his mind into, wouldn't be surprised if it was the same for hinata

UGH i can't help but think it's THEM

+ adding to the yt link post w virtuemoir, you might think it's unlikely since they didn't really love each other like genuinely genuinely, but still i like to believe the attraction was there

Heya anon!

Thank you so much for your lovely ask and checking in on me 🥺❤️I'm doing much better now, now that the small depressive episode is done and I'm back to writing :>

I apologize for taking a while to respond, but do not be fooled... this never left my mind (I also combined the two asks so they wouldn't be separate :>)—more so because the second season of jujutsu made me wonder just how involved Hinata would've been when everything went down!!

But going back to this video—yes!! I think Hinata and Satoru would've done, even with their differences, everything together at one point, and excel at it too.

Knowing how everything comes easy to him Hinata would've made it work, mostly because out of spite haha. She couldn't allow Satoru to be that good, she had to be in his level or near him (She wanted to save herself the incessant teasing from his part) while Satoru would come up with the craziest ideas to find a "weakness" for him to exploit/humiliate, only for him to be rightfully contested when she wouldn't relent.

However, the more they spent time together, the more they realized they genuinely liked being with one another, at one point Satoru offered to teach her whatever she needed—with Hinata willingly accepting to be his student.

I do feel they were attracted to one another, if not started to be attracted, during this time. I mean, they were teenagers, very hormonal, and have been in each other's life since forever 😂 it just started to happen, so... why not?

Hinata would be the first to find the other attractive, however, Satoru would be the first one to conclude that "maybe spending the rest of my life with her isn't as bad"

Of course these sentiments were nothing but a step they needed to take in order to know themselves and what they wanted in life, (like their first time together lol idk if writing it would be morbid but let's be real after all the shit I've done.... do I have any excuse? 😂) eventually coming to the realization that what they wanted the most out of the other was friendship—The reassurance that no matter what happened they would still be there for one another.

Presumably around the time where Satoru met Suguru. They just had a whole new level of chemistry, and Hinata was all in for it.

After Hinata called off the engagement I could totally see Satoru telling her something like:

"If we're still single at 30 we could marry each other and have some kids or something" to which she would only roll her eyes and dismiss as him being his usual silly self—at least outwardly, because Hinata wouldn't deny that the idea of settling down with someone she already knows is nice.

I mean, let's not forget how her dating endeavors had been going—she hates it lol. And I can't blame her, the dating scene is... oof. So why waste her time meeting people that just don't get her, seemingly don't have any ambitions, don't share her work ethics and whatnot, when she could could just rely on Satoru?

And if the pressure from the elders towards Satoru grows too "annoying" for him to keep ignoring, or who knows, maybe he finally decides he do wants to settle down, he could rely on her as well.

It sounds awful when put that way lol, but I think these things serve to show just how intertwined Satoru and Hinata were, something that only people who have known each other for a very long time, and learned to trust one another completely, could do.

Satoru cherishes Ren, Hinata, and Y/N a lot, and so do they. There's nothing they wouldn't do for one another, and that's something I intend to show deeper into the story :>

Once again, thank you so much for sending in this ask! Now I want to write in what Hinata's, Ren's and Y'N's reaction would've been to the whole thing that went down on season 2 😭 (who am I kidding, that's totally gonna happen)

If there's anything else you'd like to know about their relationship, or just share with me, my ask box is always open 🤭❤️

Thank you so much, I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and see you around!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts—#first it hurts—: hinata #first it hurts—: satoru #gojo satoru x oc #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n

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mrsparker3696 · 2 years

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Pete parker x reader- Baga-boo and silvy pt. 2

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You woke up with a giddy feeling and a smile.

Not only because of the previous night, but because it's dare night.

Date night usually were going to a drive in movie if there's anything good or just snacks and star gazing through the whole night on top of the empire state building.

You were in your bathroom, just before putting on your shirt, you looked at your neck and all the love bites that covered it.

But you needed to hide unfortunately, you knew that Ned and MJ wont stop asking you questions. So put on some make up to cover them.

You bite your lips to hide the smile before putting on your shirt and heading out to the kitchen.

"Well someone's happy, what your spider friend sneaked in again last night?" You mom smiled as she handed you a 'to go' cup with your favorite coffee.

You blushed and took the cup.

Your mother didn't really cared when spiderman sneaked in.

She bumped into him a few times and he even saved her one time when she came back from work and some guy wanted to play.

But she always rathered that you'll tell her first.

"Shut up mom" you shook your head and took your backpack from the side of the couch "its date night"

Your mom and spiderman's aunt were actually the one who suggested the date just idea from the first place, so she smiled at you, happy that her kid found someone who makes her this happy.

"Right,how could I forget, my baby taking her man for a special night out" she sighed and placed a hand on her heart with a dreaming look in the eyes. "You know, your dad used to take me on many special nights at the time. Of course our special was different from your special. He used to-"

"MoOooOOm!" You groaned and scrunched your nose.

Thinking about your parents "special nights" didn't do good for neither your imagination or your stomach.

"I really don't want to hear about it, and oh! Look at the time, I gotta go pick up MJ" you said and rushed out of your apartment, running away from any possibility of hearing another story.

You got in your car, your baby, your precious, your whole life (don't tell mom or baga-boo), the same car your worked your ass off for six months as a waitress and a worker in delmar's.

And turned on your song (a/n: everybody talks in full volume=best morning)

When you got to MJ Street, you honked a few times like every morning.

"Shush there! Its 7:30 in the morning for god's sake" Stan, MJ's old neighbor yelled at you from the window, like every morning "those damn young basters..."

You mumbled a sorry and unlocked your car doors to let MJ in.

"Morning loser"

"Morning grumpy bitch" you smiled back at her.

She took a seep from your coffee and you both went off from school.

The hallway was full of hormonal teenagers like always as you and MJ walked to your lockers.

"Again? Seriously?" MJ sighed and rolled her eyes.

You frowned and turned to look at her "what? What Again?"

She nudged with her head to her left, looking disgusted towards a boy.

Harry Osborn.

The biggest jerk in midtown.

Well not the biggest but he's definitely in second place.

Harry was an ass.

The type who would fuck and throw, objecting woman and think that the world works for him.

Currently looking at the cheerleaders ass.

Well, yours too.

"Looking good y/l/n" he winked at you.

You gave him a sarcastic smile with a middle finger before you slammed your locker shot and left with MJ to your first class.

Later, in lunch, you sat with Ned, since MJ had her lunch only in the 6th hour.

"So you really think that silver witch could beat up spiderman in a fight?" Ned questioned as he took another handful of fries to his mouth.

You sipped from your coke can and nodded "totally. I mean, she have awesome powers and she can fly"

Ned nodded "but don't you think he can just, I don't know, web her?"

A smiled formed on your face when you remembered the time when spiderman tried to web you to the wall and you easily ripped the webs off. He was so shocked that he chased after you all night and asked you how you did it.

"I think-"

"Well, well, well. Look who it is! Our lovely grumpy hottie and her little Chinese friend" Harry Osborn walked with a gross smirk to your table, leaning against it. "You know what, i take it back, he's definitely not little" and then he laughed like he said the funniest thing in the world.

"And I personally wouldn't say hottie"

Another voice from the other side said.

Of course.

Peter pakrer,

The number one jerk.

"I'm not Chinese" Ned looked at his food and mumbled.

"Gee bud! We were just kidding, why don't you just go back to eating until you'll explode, alright?" Harry sat next to Ned, in front of you and peter and patted Ned's shoulder.

That's it.

You stood up and grabbed peter and Harry from their ears and shoved them against the cafeteria walls, grabbing their shirts by the collar and lifting them just a bit above the floor.

"Listen to me you two little dickheads.

You better stop messing with me or my friends or else I will rip your throats out" your said, pressing them a bit harder than a girl technically can.

"Ooh feisty. I like it" Harry smirked and winked at you.

So let go of him and used your hand for something else.

Breaking his nose.

"What the fuck y/l/n" he groaned and bend down, holding his bleeding and sore nose.

Everybody looked at you now, but you just looked back at peter "I don't have the time to spend on messing around with assholes, so if you will excuse me and leave me and my friends alone, you'd be able to keep your nose in his place" you threatened with a final push before you let him go and we t back to Ned.

How was is total shock.

"Um, are you.... are you okay?" He asked hesitantly, a but scared of you right now.

You sighed and grumpily sat back on the bench "yes. Don't listen to them, they're idiots"

But what you didn't knew, was when Peter took the whining Harry to the nurse, he kept thinking how you did that.

And a few theories formed in his mind.

And he didn't liked them.

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Finally, school's over and you can put on your suit and just let out all your anger from today.

You were after patrol already, fought a few guys who tried to steal a lady's bag and helped a kid fund his dog.

Nothing special.

But now, now you can meet him.

You sat in your usual meeting space, waiting (a bit unpatiencently) for spiderman to show up.

You couldn't help but let you mind wonder.

Since you moved in, in the beginning of freshman year, you turned into an official avenger after fighting with steve.

The story about how your mother found out was exhausting, and too scary but she eventually understood you, and let you free.

You didn't really knew peter when you were new, but he quickly showed up, missing no time in ruining your life.

Thank God that around that time you saw spiderman again, because you couldn't survive all those years without him.

Peter parker wasn't always an ass.

Actually, he was the nicest kid in school when you first got there, but after a week, he turned into a jerk.

He always teased you. Always.

He laughed at the way you talk, eat, walk, write. He made jokes about how stupid you are when you got only a point less than him.

But spiderman was your comfort.

You waited all day, every day, just to get in your suit and meet him, even before you got officially together.

He listensto to your moat stupid stories, he comfort when you feel down, he kiss, hug, and brush all your problems away.

Even if it's for only one night.

"Whatcha' doing?" A smooth voice said behind you.

You turned around to see your boyfriend, his mask already half off, like always so you could see you smile.

You looked at him and then back to the city and just shrugged.

He sighed and walked over to you.

He sat close to you before holding your face gently, making you look at him.

He rubbed your masked cheek with his gloved thumb. Even though there was no actual skin to skin contact, it still felt warm and intimate.

"You know you can always talk to me, right?"

You sighed and nodded, leaning your cheek deeper to his hand and closed your eyes. "It just- a lot happened today"

He nodded and moved his other hand to cup your other cheek too "at school?"

You nodded "just a bad day I guess... I really needed to see you" you whispered to him.

He smiled softly at you before sliding his palms to your neck, lifting up your mask just above the bridge of your nose before he leaned in and brushed his soft lips with yours, like he's teasing or maybe just making sure that he's doing ok. You moved your hands to his shoulders a d pulled him in, now fully and lovingly kissing him.

You sighed against his mouth when he ran his hand from up your waist and back to hold your neck and pull you closer. He pressed another final short sweet kiss to your lips before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours while he still held you close.

Those moments were your favorite; just being close to him, touching him and hearing his heart beating, holding him close and smelling his soft lavender smell he like to washed his suit with.

"I missed you too, silvy" he confessed quietly before giggling softly.

"What?" You asked, but your lips curved into a smile too.

"Its still there" he said before brushing his fingertips over your slightly exposed neck.

You blushed and shook your head "shut up its your fault. My mom made fun of me last night for at least ten minutes and I put on like, four coats of make up. I guess its just came off when I put on the suit"

He laughed and pressed his lips to yours for a small peck "I like seeing those on you. Its like a necklace, that i made"

You smiled with a laugh as you shook your head and took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers as you pulled back to look at his masked eyes "so how was your day?"

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "well, today was tough for me too, I guess" you nodded, sighing him to keep going "this girl i told you about, went over the edge. She almost hit me today and broke my friend's nose..."

But you didn't listened from there.

Your heart stopped beating for a second as you gasped and pulled away from him.

"Hey, silvy are you okay? What's wrong," he stood quickly and asked worriedly.

You shook your head.

No.

It can't be.

No.

It's not fair.

No.

Its not possible.

"Parker?!" You breathed out almost yelling.

"What?!" He squiked, his voice breaking.

"Oh, come on I know it's you peter, you can't fool me now" you yelled at him.

"A-and is that- um, a problem?" He asked kinda hurt by your dramatic reaction for his true identity.

You shaked your head, walking back and forth and held your head in your hands "no no no. Why me. Its not fair!!"

Spiderman took a step closer to you starting to get worried "hey, silvy what's going on you're scaring me. Talk to me, please" he begged and reached his hand for you.

But you didn't take it.

You just pulled off your mask and looked at him with no emotion.

"Y/n?!"

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10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. ok but I love Rachel spent the latter half of 2021 being like ooooh Kronos is coming back!! this is a big deal!! only to timeskip ten years and NOTHING happened. like wow even Kronos isn't a big deal when it comes to how totally not pathetic Persephone is as a 30+ year old doing no work and only being obsessed with a guy she knew for a month. literal masterclass in awful writing. It's almost impressive how bad it is.

2. Deadass I don't even get why RS is like oh yeh nymphs and other creatures should be second class citizens but they're also all "trash" and thus its good and even encouraged to abuse and mistreat them. like yeah that's what was missing, racism where the marginalized group are evil and "deserve" to be abused and mistreated by those with all the power over them. THAT's what mythology was so sorely missing. jfc. I know a lot of the WT staff are white people and so is Rachel but wtf???

3. It's quite funny how a woman old enough to be my mother cannot draw or write worth shit and there are literal teenagers on this website who are a thousand times the artist and writer she could ever hope to be.

4. This isn’t me trying to be mean but like, why is everything from the book covers to the official merch so ,.. cheap looking? Like these are supposed professionals, not Rachel, doing it, yet they’re still so poorly designed and crafted. It doesn’t help the images Rachel gives time to work with are all in the rushed, ugly style now either 😪

5. I just find it funny that every time an LO fan or even WT promotes it its like ... they ONLY use art from the first 10-ish episodes at best. Like yall, that was over four years ago, why aren't you using current art to be more accurate? Like it's kinda telling on themselves they know the quality declined rapidly after the first few months but are like "just ignore that! look at this three good panels from 2018!"

6. I HATE those panels where RS tries to be anatomically correct to IRL humans and its like omg they look even worse (and are still wildly wrong anyway?? She cannot draw heads to save her life for real). Like lady just work within your stylization, there's a reason people picked up your work off what it used to be versus what it is now.

7. this isnt necessarily LO based but I do find it crazy how people like RS and her fans viewed the original hymn like ugh Demeter is such a bitch why wouldnt she be happy Hades married her daughter like .... you guys are aware ancient brides tended to be married at 14, right? maybe that's why Demeter was pissed and creeped out by him. They're so blinded by their fantasy of this "perfect Hades" that never existed over the truth of a mother defending her literal CHILD.

8. Zeus is objectively the only hot man on cast because he actually has a personality, fashion sense, and pretty hair meanwhile Hades just looks like a dusty old man with zero drip and a million and one red flags 🫣

9. "This style of story telling" what style? just lying and making everything up to where it matches nothing in mythology? my god, she's so concerned over looking like a clever writer who has everything planned out and knows more than anyone else (including actual greeks??? ma'am) over actually telling a decent story. ive never seen someone so self conscious about being perceived as a "real writer" before.

10. Why even use mythology when you won't keep any of the stories true to how they were, change all the relationships, and just make up whatever else instead? At that point just go "this was inspired by the greek myths" and use your own OCs, not claiming you're telling an accurate story with a ton of research put into it. Rachel really just wants to have her cake and eat it too, huh?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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callofthxvoid · 1 year

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Please welcome MINNIE GARCIA (she/her) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 28-year-old RESIDENT who lives in THE COMMUNE. You may see them around working as a MANAGER AT SALLY’S DANCEHALL. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

quick facts

Title: The Rebel Princess

Name: Minnie Magnolia Garcia

Former Name: Jasmine Magnolia Davenport

Date of Birth: March 30, 1995

Age: 28

Place of Birth: Huntsville, West Virginia

Hometown: Huntsville, West Virginia

Languages: English, Spanish

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Wylie Bateman

personality

Myers-Briggs: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram: Type One - The Perfectionist (1w9)

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

Occupation: Manager at Sally's Dancehall

Role: Neither

[+] confident, intellectual, perceptive, principled [-] vain, uncommunicative, judgemental, dogmatic

Character Inspirations: Weiss Schnee (RWBY), Amity Blight (The Owl House), Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)

background

TW: Anxiety, Eating Disorder, Homophobia

Jasmine Magnolia Davenport was born the youngest child and only daughter to the Davenport family. Being several years younger than both of her brothers, she spent her early childhood being doted upon by both of their parents - being her mother's precious doll and her father's beautiful princess. She was their perfect little girl, but even at a young age she understood that their love was entirely conditional. They had expectations for all of their children, and failing to play by the rules was met with swift and severe consequences. It didn't take long for her to learn and internalise that fact until it was a part of the very fabric of her being.

Eventually, her brothers both graduated from high school and left for college and all that was left was her, her parents, and her parents' expectations for her. Her teenage years were marked by anxiety brought on by her father demanding that she excel at both school and multiple extracurricular activities, and an eating disorder brought on by her mother's obsession with her appearance, specifically her weight. She found herself in a constant push and pull between what they wanted for her and what she wanted for herself, until one day, a sixteen-year-old Minnie was caught with her kind of, sort of girlfriend at the time and all hell broke loose. When the dust settled, she wound up filing for emancipation and moving into an apartment in town by herself.

When the paradox hit, she considered trying to make amends with her parents after witnessing the sheer devastation of the first week, only to discover their house empty and devoid of their possessions. At first, Minnie panicked thinking that they had been among the victims, only to find out from one of their neighbours that they had moved out of town weeks before the storm without telling her about it. She still hasn't fully come to terms with them leaving, but at least moving into the commune after years of insisting that she's fine on her own has slowly started to heal those wounds.

misc

Minnie's first and only boyfriend was Xander Garcia. He was her best friend, and she reasoned that if she couldn't make it work with him, then she couldn't make it work with any guy (spoiler: she couldn't make it work with him). Luckily he was totally cool with being her fake boyfriend until she was ready to come out.

Before the paradox, she was set to study Pre-Law at college.

She was recently promoted from Event Coordinator to Manager.

#huntsvilleintro #bio: minnie

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remcycl333 · 2 years

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Tell me about it. Even I thought I was mature when I was 14-15. People heavily complimented me for being understanding and so mature. But they were wrong. I wasn't mature. I was a child. I'm not supposed to be mature. I'm supposed to have fun and not care about the world. I was a victim. Whatever causes children to grow up too fast, it's always something traumatic. And obviously it's not healthy. It's not maturity. It's something they think is "maturity".

And I don't want to generalize. It's totally an older guy's fault if he wants to date a minor or is dating one. But I hate how girls wouldn't even listen to older girls who tell them it's not right. It's how the society has pit women against each other, that even if we have good intentions, they'd think we are jealous and bitter if we advice them. They learnt the phrase "It's my choice" And ran to the moon with it. I remember one YouTuber who was 19 and dated a 30 year old. She said that she was advised by a woman is her 30s that it's good that she left the man because older men have nothing to do with a woman that young. If they really wanted mature women, they'd date women their age. They think you're naive and easy to manipulate. They just want an upper hand in any relationship.

I'll tell about myself. I was 14 and I had the biggest crush on a guy who was 18. I never realised how this was wrong. He liked me too but he was so weirded out cause he always saw me as a child. I'm happy that he never asked me out because of that. So you can tell, a nice older guy wouldn't go out a with minor.

it really is so weird how adults will see a child who is quiet/calm or has hobbies like reading or learning and will call them mature. that's not what maturity is, those are common things that kids do/enjoy. it's like adults have such a warped view of what being a kid/teenager is.

i said this in response to a previous ask, but i feel like media that is geared towards girls in their teens has really romanticized the idea of dating an older guy and that it's become a fantasy for a lot of young girls. but it's really not healthy and most girls who dated someone older than them in their teens regretted it.

i'm glad that the guy never asked you out! 14 and 18 is such a scary age difference when you think about it. its natural for a girl to have a crush on an older guy but to actually date them is a completely different thing, and as an adult woman i do feel the need to protect and advice minors as much as i can. you might not think you're a victim now but you'll grow up and look back with disgust.

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[excited tone] Okay, what’s going on with the adult store AU? So Morgan owns the store and is mom/aunt to Nick (who is how old in this?) and Glenn is the accused mid-life crisis. If Morgan is aunt to Nick, how did she end up taking him in? How did Glenn and Morgan meet? I noticed Glenn doesn’t have the rose hand tats, so he isn’t a Christmas cover band musician? What does he do?

So the adult store AU came into existence bc I’m always making up new AUs, some I’ve talked about here, some I’ve talked about privately and some I kept to myself, and was actually doing some brainstorming for one of my WIPs involving some of them, and I wanted to involve one where 1) Morgan and Glenn meet when they’re “older” i.e. their “canon” ages, (whatever that age may be), and 2) they’re relatively normal people, i.e. no mercenaries with lost memories, no bodyguards, no evil princes with advisors who are the real power behind the throne, no fame—just two people living their life. Domestic AU basically lol, but not something like a tattoo shop/florist AU or something more common, I was going to do a bar AU but I work part time at a toy store and doing data entry and ecommerce surrounded by boxes of products while looking up other products online does things to your brain ig

Since everyone is their canon age, Nick is around 12-14. Glenn is in his mid to late 30s, and I have Morgan in her mid-40s which, when you’re their ages, is not actually a big age difference but when you’re a tween/teenager who doesn’t really see his mom date long-term and you only know this guy (from her recollection) as the weirdo she saw on the Brooklyn Bridge at 230am, high out of his mind and screaming at the garbage barge, you’re going to be kind of wary and weirded out by the whole situation, but your mom is a reasonable and practical person; surely she won’t keep this current boy toy around for longer than a few days, right?

Nick is pretty conflicted about Glenn, he’s not full-on Terry Junior levels of hate but Nick’s definitely weirded out by how immature and try hard Glenn seems to be, especially when Nick is so used to how Morgan acts, serious and reserved, doesn’t try to be cool and doesn’t care. OTOH, Glenn is totally in favor of Nick’s plan of taping Morgan’s favorite cleaver onto the Roomba and posting the carnage on TikTok, so yeah, definitely conflicted.

Gonna copy this directly from the private server I’m in:

Morgan is a single mom but instead of something sensible like “Morgan had a one-night stand and got pregnant with Nick,” I went with “Morgan’s brother knocked up his girlfriend and since they were both starving grad students at the time and Morgan was an established independent middle class adult (who is, most importantly, not their parents) kid brother asked her to bail him out and it snowballed into either a guardianship or outright adoption.

So that’s how that works, Nick is actually Morgan’s quarter-life crisis lmao. I think I went with the brother because I’ve mentioned him in one or two fics and never followed up on him.

So for my main canon AU/musicverse, I was putting together a list of jobs/careers that the two of them have had in the past, or would have if they didn’t do what they were doing now (this will be relevant). Morgan’s was a huge long list, on account of all the rough young adulthood (and also bc I ended up including the AUs also), and Glenn’s was very short because I can only ever see him as a musician. I did, however come up with sound/audio engineering for his dad once he was old enough to help/wasn’t cute enough to help Bill land chicks any more, and he tutors young kids in guitar when he’s not on tour with his band, though he’s not particularly great at it. All this to say, this is what Glenn does instead of being a full time musician, plus some freelance stage hand work and also, yes, DJing, but he never stops thinking of being a performer and he plays music in his spare time, so he’s actually quite busy most of the time.

Morgan owns the toy store because she seems like the type of person who could own a business and not have it go under, plus everyone needs sex toys once in a while right? I did briefly consider Glenn being the business owner, but I went with Morgan because…

They meet because Glenn comes in every single week at the stupidest hours ever with the intention of trying to talk to Morgan but every time, he either chickens out or it’s one of her employees so every single week he ends up buying one or two new products at random, because he figures it’s less weird to buy a sex toy every week (he has a “reputation” to maintain, after all! A reputation with whom? Well, that’s anyone’s guess) than to leave empty handed, even if ninety-eight percent of the time, the damn thing just ends up unopened and unused in his closet.

There is absolutely no rhyme or reason to what he buys, will just plop down banana flavored lube and a scented candle and a stroker on the counter one week and a double-ended dildo, three of those pina colada flavored cock shaped lollipops, and a clit stimulator the next, so the employees have a game of trying to upsell and unload the weirdest shit they possibly can on him.

There is a disembodied male torso AND a disembodied ass and vag in Glenn’s closet. It freaks him the fuck out every time he sees either of them. He doesn’t know how much more of this he—or his wallet—can take.

He’ll eat the dick shaped lollipops though.

Also regarding his rose tattoos, Glenn is ride or die for Morgan, and though tattooing your significant other’s name on yourself is tempting, it’s considered bad luck, so what’s the next best thing? Tattooing something that reminds you of them. What’s beautiful but can hurt if you’re not careful, and also happens to be their favorite flower? 🌹🌹 So no rose tattoos if he’s not together with Morgan, but he probably has a whole bunch of other tattoos instead!

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies odyssey #dndads odyssey #glenn close #morgan freeman #musicverse #adult store au #also he has an orange rose added to his neck when Nick is born #red and yellow make orange #thank you so much for the ask lmao this was nice to actually write it down #like a huge chunk of it at a time #instead of doing it in bits and pieces

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floating-in-the-blue · 2 years

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Hiiii <3, for the weird writer asks 18, 30 and 30?

Hi, darling, thanks so much for the questions!! <3 If you want to send a follow-up to clarify what that second 30 was supposed to be, feel free to do so ;D

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Once they stop before the café, Alex glances inside, sees a familiar brunette head, and turns sharply around.

“I can’t!”

His boys surround him, making soothing noises, and god dammit why does he have to be this pathetic? But he can’t! He can’t go in there and face Willie, look into his sympathetic eyes when he says ‘sorry, not interested.’ He just can’t. No matter how his friends try to persuade him.

“So I’ll go ask him!”

Alex is staring at Luke who’s grinning easily, shrugging.

“I … “ He wants to say that’s ridiculous. But instead he says: “okay?”

Because he’d rather not see Willie again if he’s only going to turn him down. But maybe he can bear it if Luke’s the one giving him the news.

“Okay.” Luke nods and squeezes his shoulder, smiling encouragingly at him.

So this bit is from my fake boyfriend agency Willex fic Call For a Date, (Don’t) Fall in Love and was the only thing I could think of where I really changed a story from how I originally envisioned it. Because at first, Willie was supposed to call the garage again, hoping to speak to Alex and I liked the idea of Alex talking to him on the phone, all hopeful and awkward, while his boys totally don't listen in on their conversation. But I didn't know where to go from there.

I'm not sure when I got the idea of Luke asking Willie out for Alex but once it was there, I absolutely loved it because it's such a teenage thing to do? Sending your friend because you're too shy/awkward/afraid to ask the question yourself?

And it worked out perfectly because now the boys got to actually meet Willie and give their opinions on him and tease Alex while hanging out in the café and waiting for Willie's shift to end so he and Alex can go on a date immediately.

It was also nice because it kept a sort of spatial structure that wasn't intentional but still, the whole story goes back and forth between the garage and the café + the areas in front of those two locations.

And some of my very favourite bits happened with all these five characters in the café so I'm really glad I went with this idea instead of the original one!

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

Okay so I dream a lot of weird stuff (thanks to my ex crush popping up in tonight's dream only to tell me to switch jobs because there's no prospects for my current one! Rude!) and I do occasionally even dream about my hyperfixations but I don't think any fanfic has ever come out of that.

What has happened is that I used a dream as inspiration for an original story idea that later got turned into the setting for my white whale metal gear fic Nature 2.0. I've pretty much forgotten everything about that original dream but yeah. That was one that turned kind of into a story.

I don't do creative writing in dreams though I sometimes write tests and stuff. It's really hard to read and write in dreams though since you both have to kind of concentrate on the thing you're currently reading/writing without erasing all the text around it. Supposedly you're not able to read in dreams at all, which is why one advise for checking whether you're dreaming is to read small texts on a shampoo bottle or something. I can read but yeah, it takes a lot of effort so I'd say I could still use that to check if unsure about the status of my reality... (weird tangent. sorry. you know my rambling habit ...)

Ask Me Questions

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missdollytheog · 6 months

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Dream of Me

Word Counts: 6K

Note: I wrote this story to post on Halloween on the other app. Thought I'd share on here..

Contains paranormal and smutty scenes.

~ Hannah~

"10 more sleeps" His deep alluring husky voice breaks through the phone as soon as his handsome face showed on the screen.

"10 more sleeps" I replied with a shyly grin. I can’t wait to see him again. It's been 4 months since I last saw him, since he asked for my number. Everyday since then, we’ve been video calling until silly o’clock because neither of us wants to put our phone down first. At the age of almost 30, I couldn’t believe it would take him to make me feel like a teenager once again.

Living in a small town where I grow up, we know everybody in town. Safe to say, this has limited my dating life. I either know them from school or know of their reputations, all the great guys have already settled and have families of their own. Aiden is different, we went to school together but I would never be in his radar. He was one of the most popular guys in town; charming and outgoing. All the girls wanted to be his and all the boys wanted to be him. He moved away after college and work in Germany. He visited his family occasionally but again we’ve never hung out, I was never in his friends circle. Not until he showed up in June to one of my friend’s 30th birthday. He found me sitting in the corner and we began to talk. The rest is a history.

"Will you let me kiss you at the airport?" He asked seductively. My face turned 10 shades redder at his bluntness. Aiden lets out a throaty chuckle. As much as I would love it more than anything, I’m not as outgoing or outspoken as he is. I’ve never was and I will never be.

I timidly answer him, "We will just have to wait and see, big boy"

That answer caused a loud chortle from him, I grin at his pearly white smile.

"I’ll take that" He replied.

"Do you want to go to bed?" I asked as he yawned for the 3rd time tonight.

Aiden shook his head slowly before he replies, "I’m already in bed, sweetheart. It’s a bit of a shame that you are not here next to me.. "

This man and those gorgeous blue eyes, he has ignited fire inside of me. I have never been turned on this much in my life. I never thought he would be the one who makes me feel this way. He is totally out of my league.

" I wish I was there, too" I mumbled quietly.

" It won’t be long until I come back. Once I’m there, I’ll not leave you again" he declared.

I beam at his statement, responded to him "and I can’t wait".

Aiden lets out a big yawn which causes a chuckle from me "Go to bed, Aiden.. I’ll talk to you tomorrow"

Aiden gives me one last exhausted smile before bidding me his signature goodnight. " Alright, Hannah. Dream of me, would ya?".

Adding a sinful boyish grin after that, he is so cheesy but I love it. I find it endearing and refreshing

"Sweet dream, Aiden" I said before ending our facetime session.

~ Aiden ~

7 more days until I see the love of my life, my Hannah. I don’t know how on earth she is single, she’s drop dead gorgeous, she always has been; since high school even. I always fancied her but I never had a gut to talk to her. She was always compose and so elegant, she wouldn’t bat an eyelid for a guy like me. I would like to think that fate brought us together, so when I saw her sitting on her own back in June I knew I couldn’t miss a chance. She is amazing, out of this world extraordinary.

I can’t wait to hold her in my arms and be with her for the rest of my life.

Just one more week...

I get up and get ready for the day, there are boxes scattering around my flat. I start packing my life up. My contract comes to an end and it couldn’t be at any perfect timing. I can’t wait to go home. It’s been 12 years since I left.

I check myself in the mirror one last time before taking my keys and leave the flat.

The traffic isn’t as bad in Frankfurt this morning, I couldn’t stop smiling at our conversation last night. Hannah and I planned our first date and I’m beyond excited for it. The more I think about it, the more I want to finish work early and go to surprise her.

I’m driving on the motorway when I noticed something strange happening. There was a built up traffic ahead of me. I switch onto the middle lane when something unexpected happens, the lorry in front of me starts reversing at full speed. I'm panicking and beeping my horn letting them know that I’m coming behind them. My hazard light is on, informing the car behind me to slow down. The lanes beside me are filled up with cars. I keep beeping my horn and so do the other cars around me but the lorry doesn’t seem to stop. I look around and I could see panicked faces on other drivers.

" Fùck!! " I shouted.

I check the rear mirror quickly, trying to see whether I could reverse and buy myself more time. The cars on the left lanes are moving, creating a small gap for my car.

The gap that still isn’t big enough.

"Hurry up!!" I mumble, my heart rate is going million miles per hours. Sweat forms on my forehead, my hands holding the steering wheel tight; my knuckles are white, I couldn’t feel anything. My mouth feels dry from anticipating, legs shaking. I’m biting my bottom lip, debating what to do in this 5 seconds I have. Just as I decide to change the gear and reverse my car, I could feel a massive impact coming from the bonnet, causing a huge whiplash through my whole body. An air bag is activated, hitting me right in my face. My head hurts, everything seems blurred.

Everything but her face, my Hannah. She smiles bright at me before everything turns into darkness.

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~ Hannah ~

6 days...

6 days since I last heard his voice

6 days since I last saw his face on the screen

6 days since I last received his text..

How could I have such a strong connection with someone I only talk for 4 months; someone as amazing as Aiden.

A wonderful man whose life was taken away, way too soon.

My tears run down my face as I look through the long thread of messages that we communicated, the photos we exchanged, those gorgeous smile, his goofy face, his sweet words..

"7 more day until I meet you again, my Hannah xxx"

That was the last text he sent to me, yes I was his and he is mine.

My Aiden

The distance was the only thing that separated us apart, not our love – nor our souls.

I’m wailing at my loss; the loss of an opportunity to spend my life with the man I love.

I’m screaming angrily at fate, why couldn’t I have more time with him.

I yearn for his touch, his kisses, his embrace and his scent.

I miss looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, I miss him..

I was supposed to pick him up from the airport tomorrow, I was supposed to launch myself in his arms and wrap my legs around his torso, letting his delicious lips kiss mine for the very first time.

I won’t have that now

The only thing I have left is the emptiness in my heart.. How can I move on from here..

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3 days has passed and I still don’t feel like myself! Since I received a call from his mum about his passing 10 days ago, something inside of my has gone with Aiden – my heart.

I’ve been working on autopilot, I didn’t want to do anything else but to force myself to have normal days at work and come home. My friends did try to comfort me but I’m still mourning.

I couldn’t help myself but to think what tomorrow would be like if he was still here on our first date.

I read our texts again, smiling at how enthusiastic he was at planning our date – what an awesome day it would have been.

I go to bed after another sorrowful session, I really need to get myself together. I need to move forward.

But how??

I’m still longing for him.

I get myself ready for bed trying to massage my swollen eyes. It will hard to wake up tomorrow, knowing that there won’t be a date for me to go to.

Surprisingly, sleep comes easy for me tonight – almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.

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*** knock knock knock***

I stir as I hear the fainted noise at the door. Ray of sunshine peaks through the gap of my curtain. I don’t want to check the time, curling myself under the duvet.

If it’s Amazon delivery, they would leave it behind the bin as per usual. I thought to myself, pulling a duvet closer to my body and try to go back to sleep.

*** ding dong ****

My house door rings, following by another set of knocking.

I lazily reach for my phone to check the time.

" 7:30?? What could that be??" I groaned.

I give myself a long stretch before rolling off my bed. Putting on my slippers, still in my pyjamas with a nest of my hair on my head. Whoever that is on the other side of the door will run miles as soon as they see me.

I let out a big yawn and rub my eyes, finally grabbing the door knob and give it a twist.

As the door opened, I’m met with a big stunning autumn bouquet. Although I’m in awe with the arrangement of the flowers, that’s not what surprises me.

A familiar goofy face pokes to the side of the bouquet left me awestruck.

This is preposterous!!

My mouth must have hit the floor, my heart skips a bit – actually I think it’s stop beating.

That’s probably the only way I could see this, I mean HIM right now.

My brain eventually sends order to close my wide mouth and blink for the first time. He’s still holding the bouquet and giving me a charming grin.

Aiden: Are you ready for our date, my Hannah?

I blink rapidly, still not processing what is in front of me

"H..H..How?? I thought you were.. " I'm unable to form a full sentence as my brain is still trying to make sense of the situation.

"I'm coming to pick my lady up for a date?? Can I come in, please? It’s a bit wet out here" He exclaimed nonchalantly.

I’m still dumbfounded but moving aside to let him in. He hands me the bouquet and give me a kiss on my cheek. He feels warm.

What’s the hell is happening??!!!

Aiden takes off his jacket, leaving him with a while t-shirt and jeans. Some of his tattoos can be seen, the tattoos I’ve never thought I would find appealing.

" I’m sorry to wake you up early but I don’t want to lose any more time with you. And as you know, we have quite a jam packed first date, haven’t we?" He stated playfully.

I still don’t know what to say, I fear that if I say something wrong, he would varnish into thin air.

I simply nod, Aiden amusingly chuckles.

"I’ll make us some coffee, would you like to get ready? Hopefully, by the time you’re ready, the rain will stop then." He advised.

"OK"

OK?? That’s all I could say??? Just great!

"chop chop, gorgeous! Time is ticking.." He said playfully, marching towards me and pushing me along the hallway back to my room.

I’m now sitting on my bed, still not quite sure what’s going on. The kettle is on and he’s still here. I just got up and check to make sure.

I've lost my mind! That's the only explanation.

I've gone crazy and I'm hallucinating a ghost. A gorgeous drama ghost.

I decide at that moment that I'm OK with losing my mind, if it means I get him.

I rush straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a quick shower in record time. Putting a light make up on and throw whatever I could grab from the wardrobe over me. I quickly brush my hair and check myself in the mirror for one last time before leaving my bedroom.

I hope he’s still here.

I slowly stalk to the kitchen and sigh in relief when I see Aiden still there. He turns around, giving me a boyish grin as soon as he sees me.

"You look gorgeous" he said in a dreamy voice.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, smile shyly at him before answering "Thank you.", walking about to grab my cup of coffee. I sip a bitterly smooth liquid, still keeping my gaze on him. Aiden's face is soften.

"Don’t look at me like that.. " He groaned

"like what?" I countered.

"Like you want me to kiss you.." He teased, quirking one of his eyebrows up.

I avert my gaze back to the coffee in my hands, trying to suppress my smile but I couldn’t. I mumble quietly "Not that I’m stopping you to.. "

Aiden lets out a loud chortle after hearing what I said. He comes to wrap his arms around my waist, I look up at his bright blue eyes that show nothing but love. My tears well up again.. I need to hold it together..

Whatever that this is, I can’t ruin it.

Aiden grazes his finger along my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. He leans closer to me, my breathing is laboured.

"You will have to wait a bit longer sweetheart. We’ve got somewhere to go." He whispered with a soft chuckle. I let out a long breath that I’ve been holding.

"Lead the way then", I whimpered.

Aiden holds his hand out, I happily take it. We both smile at each other, ready for our date.

We spent our day as we planned, brunch at our favourite restaurant in town before driving further afield for pumpkins picking. His hand never leaves mine through the journey, I feel safe and comfort around him. Our date filled with laughters, my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

"So lucky that we didn’t get caught in the rain" I said once we got inside my house.

"Yeah.. and we’ve got these pumpkins to carve now" He raised 2 medium size pumpkins we picked.

"that we do.. " I answered

"Let’s make your first pumpkins carving session memorable" He said with a grin.

We start cutting the pumpkin lids, then race with each other to see who scoop out the guts the fastest. Of course, Aiden uses his charm to distract me and win the race. We stop half way to make pumpkin soup using the meat we scooped out. Then back to carving the pumpkins. It feels very nostalgic and I’m loving every minutes of it. Aiden is caring and very protective, he often checks on me to make sure I am OK with the carving and that I’m not sliding my fingers off.

I couldn’t help myself but feel all fluttered every time he’s near. He definitely has patience of a Saint, I’m not sure how he hasn’t kissed me yet. I don’t want to sound desperate but I really need to feel his lips on mine right now.

I’m feeling bold and mischievous, he’s certainly brought a naughty side out of me. Glancing over to Aiden, he pokes his tongue out looking so concentrate that what he’s doing. I’m pretending to hurt myself and quickly draw my hand back, holding it against my chest.

I pry my eyes over to him but he looks nonchalant, still concentrate on that pumpkin in front of him.

"Ouch" I let out a fake hiss and that did the trick. Aiden drops his carving knife instantly and comes to my side, looking all worried. He places his hands on my hip and leans down to me.

"Are you OK? Did you hurt yourself?" His voice is laced with concern. I’m trying to hold my smile but I’m not very good at this.

"Nothing a kiss can’t help" I whispered.

I glance up to him, trying to compose myself.

He could see through my and my bullshìt straightaway, he smirks.

"Oh my Hannah.. I thought you could wait until after dinner"

"Can’t I have a sample first? Just to make sure I brought back the right product." I counter, Aiden lets out a throaty chuckle. His hands move to my lower back, bringing me closer to him. His throbbing length rubs against my thighs.

I’m definitely in heaven!

If our close proximity could make me feel this good, I don’t know how I would feel when we kiss.. or even do more..

I flick my tongue over my lips, Aiden’s eyes follow every movements of it. He leans closer, his lips almost touch mine. I’m holding my breath, hypnotised my those blue orbs.

"You will want more after having a taste of the sample" He said seductively, now my eyes his tongue that is gliding around the bottom of his lip.

Damn, I could feel wetness in my pants and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

I’m really in trouble.

Not to mention that I’m having a conversation with a ghost.

A very sexy one.

I’m definitely out of my mind.

I bravely rake my manicure finger over the outline of his muscular chest, leaning in just a little closer to his lips. The tension is electrifying, it’s almost unbearable.

"There’s only one way to find o-"

Before I could even finish the sentence, I feel my legs were being lift off the floor, my back is now rubbed against the fridge freezer. His lips are capturing mine in a breathtakingly phenomenon kiss. He’s taken my breath away.. Literally.

And all my senses

I’ve never been kissed like this before; it’s gentle but yet powerful. It’s not aggressive but I’m under his control – under his spell.

I open my mouth slightly, eagerly waiting for his tongue to greet mine. Aiden hand sneaks inside my skirt, his forefinger rubs my wet core over my pants. I let out a soft moan which is engulfed by the searing kiss.

His expert finger moves my pants to the side before finding its way back to where I need it the most. Aiden pulls away from the kiss, biting my bottom lip. He presses his finger hard on my needy hole, grunting as he says, "You’re so fùcking wet for me already."

He glides his nose along my neck, inhaling my scent. His thumb finds my clit as he’s insert the finger inside me.

"Oh myyyyyy" My eyes roll to the back of my head, lifting my leg up allowing him to go deeper. Adrian supports it with his free hand.

"So fùcking tight" He grunts, inserting a second finger in and thrusting hard. I’m unable to form a word. I grab his face and pulls in for a fiercely kiss. Aiden uses this opportunity to insert a third finger and thrusting relentlessly. My legs are now shaking, I wouldn’t be able to stand up right if it wasn’t because of his strong arm.

"Fùck.. " I pull from our kiss, panting at the blissful feeling he is giving me, leaning my head against the fridge. Aiden kisses along my neck and suck hard at my collarbone.

"I’m going to cum.." I warned him.

That statement is like a fuel to the fire, Aiden starts kissing up my neck whilst continuing to pump his fingers fast and hard inside of me. He bites my earlobe before commanding me, "Cum for me, baby"

I tilt my head back and met with a stunning face in front of me, he gives me another long hot kiss before the orgasm hits me. The kiss prolongs my euphoric phrase, I’ve never had a pleasure from sex like what Aiden has given me with just his hand. His kiss turns much gentler when he knows I’m coming down from my high.

Still panting softly, I mumble " Wow.."

"That was.. " Aiden whispered in my ear.

"One hell of a kiss" I finished the sentence off.

Aiden’s head flops onto my shoulder, we chuckle at my declaration. He eventually removes his hand from my pùssy; the hand that is covered with my juice. Heat rushes to my face and so does my self consciousness. I cover my cheeks with my hands, looking embarrassed.

"Oh gosh.. I’m sorry.. Let’s get you clean up." I said hurrily.

Aiden grins before licking his palm and sucking on his fingers, his eyes are on mine. I’m swallowing hard, my horny level pings right up. He is so sinful.

"So sweet", he affirms with a sultry smirk. He leans closer to kiss me on my nose

"I can’t wait to taste it again later, he added with a playful chuckle. I lower my gaze and gently hit him on his chest.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Who said I’ll let you"

"Oh I know you will" He winks before turning around and saunter to the sink to watch his hands. He goes back to the carving station and continue to create a masterpiece with his skillful hand – like he didn’t just give me the best orgasm of my life 2 minutes ago.

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We spent our fun filled day enjoying each other’s company, having stolen kisses here and there, now we had our first kiss out the way. I copped a feel his firm biceps more than I needed to, though Aiden didn’t seem to mind as he smacked my peaches in return. We enjoyed our homemade dinner and dessert before snuggled up on the sofa watching scary movies. It turned out to be quite a comedy to Aiden since he chuckled every time I covered my eyes with my hands and laughed whenever I screamed through the tiny gaps between my fingers.

Looking over at the clock, it’s almost midnight. My mood suddenly turns somber, I don’t want this moment to end.

Wait a minute!

He’s a ghost not Cinderella, I don’t think he will disappear at midnight..

Will he?

Aiden tightens his embrace, drawing my attention back to him

"You OK?", he checked in.

I lean my head against his chest, nodding slowly. "Mhmmm.. Today has been perfect"

"I have to agree with you", he said before lightly kiss on the top of my head.

I snuggle closer to him, absorbing his scent. If this is the only chance I get to spend with him, I’m not going to waste any seconds of it. As I inhale his addictive aftershave, my tears gather on my waterline, I’m biting my lips trying not to weep. Sadness and fear of losing him again are over taking all my emotions.

I’m not ready to let him go..

I take a labouring breath, Aiden strokes my hair as he senses the change in my body language.

"hey hey hey.. What’s the matter?" Aiden asked caringly. He tried to tilt my chin up but I dug my face onto his chest. I don’t want him to think I’m being silly. I don’t even want to bring it up. I’m not even sure if he knows he’s dead.

I watched and heard enough paranormal stories where spirits didn’t realise that they left the human body and were stuck in “the in between” after life due to their “unfinished businesses” or they refuse to cross over to the other side. Coups this be in Aiden’s case? Am I his unfinished business?

As my mind wonders, Aiden is still holding me tight and stroking my hair. He places another long soft kiss on my head before whispering "I’m here, Hannah.. I’m here"

I blink the tears that have been threatening to come out before looking up to him - his eyes glistened. I lean up to place a kiss on his lips, begging him with all I have.

"Stay with me" I whispered into his lips. He gave me a loving smile.

"You don’t have to ask me twice", he said before his delicious lips find mine again. This kiss is different to our first kiss; it’s slow ans sensual, as if he wants us to savour every seconds of it. I don’t know how long we’ve been kissing but when he pull away, my lips feel numb.

"I love you" I beam at his declaration, I respond almost instantly "I love you, too"

It is Aiden’s turns to grin from ear to ear.

We stay snuggled on the sofa watching the rest of the scary movie. At one point, I fall asleep in his comforting arm.

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Am I floating in the air??

Am I laying on the cloud??

I feel weightless and relaxed – in his arms.

My eyes are still closed but I could feel Aiden’s strong pair of arms carrying me from the living room and places me gently on my bed.. I stir, slowly opening my eyes, watching him stripping his clothes off. For the first time, I see what’s hiding underneath the layers, in person. I’m gulping at his hotter than lava muscular body, his sleeves of tattoos, his tousled hair, his trimmed beard, his black underwear and his ribbed jeans.

No one..

I mean NO ONE should allow to look this stunning.

I use my elbows to push against the mattress, supporting my upper body. Drawing my feet closer to my bottom, legs spreading automatically.

I am unashamedly checking him out. Aiden can feel my burning gaze, he turns his head straight to face me, giving me a confident smirk.

"You like what you’re seeing so far?" He said, quirking his eyebrow up. I bite my bottom lip and nod. There gone a shy woman I was. Aiden pushes his jeans down as he slowly saunters towards the bed where I’m all ready for him. Though I’m still fully clothed, I’m sure he will remove every items of my body in no time.

The bed dipped as soon as his knee is on the mattress, my heart rates pick up by 50 beats per minutes, heat rushes through my body, goosebumps prickle my skin. I’m awaken in all senses.

Aiden smirks at how enthusiastic I look. He teasingly crawl to me slowly, I almost squirm from anticipation, bringing my knees together. Aiden lets out a throaty chuckle.

"Don’t worry about me, just take your time" I said playfully, causing him to shake his head.

"I promise I’ll make it really worth your while" He said, I lick my lip before replying "Oh I know..."

At last, he reaches the first barrier; my knees. With his penalising gaze on mine, he use one hand to gently pushing them apart, dropping kisses along my thigh. My breath hitched, head tilt back, my pant is soaked.

"Mhmmmmmmm" I let out a soft moan.

He slowly moves in between the gap, his hand snakes up under my dress all the way up to my stomach. I lift my head up, observing him. His hand moves up my body, causing me to pant, his other hand rubs my wet core over my underwear but it’s soon replaced with the harden cock that’s restrained in his black boxer.

"Can you feel what you’ve done to me?" He asked.

I’m in bliss – unable to speak, so I reply in a nod. Somehow his hand travels to my back and manages to unhook my bra.

"I think it’s time for this to come off" He said in commanding tone, his other hand tugs the hem on my dress. I sit up and lift my bum, allowing him to remove the thin fabric. Aiden delicately removes my dress and take off my bra. We are both only have our pants protecting us from nakedness. He rubs my pùssy through the pant causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure. He takes his opportunity to lick my neck from the base up to my chin before whispering in my ear. "I think this one needs to come off as well"

He plays with the elasticated band.

I boldly grab his cock and squeeze it gently before countering him, " I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.."

I add a soft bite on his earlobe, he groans before moving back and slowly push his tight boxer down, releasing a long girthy monster underneath it.

That’s definitely bigger than those 3 fingers he put inside of me earlier. I’m feeling apprehensive at the size of it. I haven’t had any encounters for a while and even when I had them, none of the men I’ve been with could compare to THAT. I take another big gulp.

Aiden gives me another toothy grin before asking me seductively, "Do you need a hand taking that off?"

"If you must" I countered sassily.

He chuckles but moving closer and quickly remove the last fabric off my skin. I would normally feel very self conscious about being fully naked in front of a man. However, by the look on Aiden’s face, I feel more confident, more beautiful, more loved.

"Masterpiece" He said confidently.

I smile, feeling empowered

"So are you"

I lay back on the mattress watching him appreciate every inches of me.

"Are you going to keep staring or doing something with it?"I asked cheekily, Aiden lets out a loud chortle

"I didn’t realise the love of my life is so bossy in bed", he replied seductively.

"I don’t normally but you makes me feel different", I answered him.

"Good different I hope?" He asked

"The best" I confirmed with a soft smile.

Aiden crawl closer to me, closing all the gap. His body is on top of mine, his elbows are on the side supporting his weight off. I could feel the tip of his penis rubbing against my soaking pùssy. My whole body feels electrified at the contact. I reach my arm to wrap around his neck, lifting my head up to give him a long passionate kiss.

The kiss to let him know how much I want him to still be in my life.

Aiden reciprocate it, support my neck with his right hand whilst his left hand massaging my right breast. My legs automatically spread wider, hip bucking up rubbing against the tip of his cock.

Aiden reluctantly moves his lips away "We have all night, my love.. Let’s me worship every inches of you first.."

He pecks my lips quickly before moving them along my neck, greeting and sucking both my nipples. He licks and nibble along my torso and stop on top of my shaved mound. My hand grips his hair for dear life, pushing his head downwards; encouraging him to be where I need him. Aiden obliged and soon his lips are on my lower lips

"Ahhhhhhh... Yes..."

My moan was all he needed, his tongue is working magic on my labia whilst his whole mouth sucking my vulva. I could feel my orgasm approaching already but I’m biting my lips to delay it. I could help but let out a loud moan and tighten my grip on his hair, somehow it only encourage him to delving into my pussy, his thumb is now playing with him clit, heighten my ecstasy.

"Yesss Aiden.. Just ...right.. there.." I screamed, encouraging him even more.

My legs start to shake, I’m rocking my hip in synchronisation with his sucking. I’m chasing my second orgasm of the day and I know it will be here soon.

Aiden thrusts his tongue inside of me and twirls it in an O shape. His thumb and index fingers pinching my clit roughly, my knees closed and hips buck up off the mattress putting him in a headlock position but Aiden doesn’t seem to bother about it. Still working relentlessly with his masterclass tongue, taking me closer to paradise...

"I’m coming .. I’m coming ..." I said, panting heavily. Aiden hums in approval, the vibration of his hum sent me wild. I release my juice straight on his tongue. As I’m coming down from my orgasm, I could still feel him lapping every drops of my nectar. My hand rakes his hair lazily.

Once he’s fully fed, Aiden pokes his head up between my legs, giving me a boyish grin. I can still see the remain of my cum on his short beard. I use my hand to wipe it off.

"Come here.." I demanded him lazily, Aiden swiftly moves up my body, giving me a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue.

Stroking his cock as we kiss, I pull away briefly to whisper to him, "Now, it’s my turn"

Aiden shakes his head

"Tonight isn’t about me, my love.. It’s all about you" He said before inserting 2 fingers inside of me, I let out an unexpected moan..

"That’s it baby.. Let’s see how many time I could make you come before we make love.. "

My answer to that?? I lost count..

He make me cum with his fingers.. twice? Then with his tongue again.. and then with the combination of tongue and fingers.. I feel dizzy by the time he removes his fingers out of me. I’m a sweaty mess melting into the mattress. My hair is messy, the bed is wet, the duvet is nowhere to He seen. Pillow? Probably somewhere by my side as I remember using it to muffle the sound of my screams.

I am relaxed and sated.

Aiden still looks as gorgeous and his eyes still shows nothing but love an adoration when he looks at me. His hand gathers my stray hair and moves it away from my face. He kiss me gently whilst thrusting his cock inside of me for the first time.

We both moan in unison. I feel completed

"I love you" He whispered into my lips to which I whispered back, "I love you, too"

Aiden’s loving gaze has never left mine throughout our intimate love making session. It’s nothing like what I imagined our first time would be like. I thought it would be rough and playful.

Not this..

This is what I’ve always dreamed of no rushing, no dirty talking, no barriers.. Just two connected souls expressing love in a special way. We kiss, we moan, we pant, we groan. We let out movements communicate with each other.

Our bond is stronger than anything.

I couldn’t help myself but letting the tears fall, I’m overwhelming with the love I have for this very man.

The man of my dream; the one that got away.

The man I had been waiting for all my life but sadly I wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of it with him..

My Aiden..

My body is shaking from both infelicity and delirium. With every thrusts he does, Aiden is bringing us closer to nirvana. The place I want to be with him, for eternity.

How could I move on from this?

How could I open myself again?

I wouldn’t be able to find anyone as great as him.

Aiden picks up a pace letting me know that he’s getting close, I’m holding him closer to be, raking my finger nails on his back. My face is on his neck, kissing him with all my might..

"Cum with me, my Aiden" With that said and a couple more thrusts, we both reach Utopia.

Aiden plants soft kisses on my face and along my neck. My eyes feel heavy but I’m trying to force them open. I don’t want to lose him.

I feel Aiden got out of the bed and comes back with a duvet. He put it over me and places another kiss on my forehead. I gather all my strength to grab his wrist before he walks away.

"Please don’t go" I begged him with a tearful eyes. Aiden drops onto my side and stroking my hair. He whispers, "I will always be with you, my love"

He kisses me on the lips one last time before everything turns dark.

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*** knock knock knock***

I jerk up at the fainted knocks on the door. I’m still in the pjs I wore from last night. Although my bed is definitely messy than usual and one of the pillows is by my side. I suddenly feel miserable, I didn’t want that to be just a dream..

*** ding dong ****

My house door rings, following by another set of knocking.

I eagerly reach for my phone to check the time.

7:30?? It can’t be!!

I feel rush of adrenaline seeps through my body, quickly I jump out of bed, putting my slippers on and sprint to the front door.

I open my door and is shocked to see the exact autumn bouquet from my dream presented in front of me.

Disappointment follows as the person holding the bouquet isn’t who I had wished.

"Ms Hannah White?" The delivery guy asked.

I clear my throat before nodding "Yes, that’s me"

The man hands me a stunning bouquet before explaining, " I’m very sorry to wake you up this early. We received this order two weeks ago with a very strict instruction to deliver it no later than 8 o’clock "

I chuckle softly at this statement. Aiden was supposed to pick me up at 8 o’clock

"Thank you", I said before taking the bouquet off his hand.

"Would you mind to sign the receipt, please?" He asked politely, hanging me a piece of paper.

Once I signed, the man wished me a good day and walked back to his bike.

I closer the front door, appreciating a very well arranged of autumn flowers. There’s a card attached to the bouquet so I take it out and open.

I weep as soon as I see what has been printed on it.

“My Dear Hannah,

The day is finally here, when you no longer have to dream of me.

I can’t wait to see you later and start spending the rest of my life with you.

(I hope I didn’t turn up before the delivery 😅)

I love you, I love you, I love you!!

Can’t wait to say this to you in person..

Your Aiden x”

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softyarnball · 11 months

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Things I did not expect

Recently, two of my HS friends just had a quick reunion in the States. My little bird told me that my ex from HS had not dated any one since then. Everyone was surprised because it was at least 10 years ago.

Dating life must have been hard for him. I just remember that he was hanging out with our other common friends and asked if I could come to hang out. It was during office hours, so my other friends were sensible enough to refuse the request. That was weird.

I think there could be a few reasons why dating life has been a disappointment for him.

Just like my single HS little bird, that ex may have so high standards that he can hardly find love. Looking back, most of the (practical) married couples are like “we were just fooling around” until they cannot leave one another. What high standards can that be?

I once explicitly told him that I want money, lots of money, which I am also currently tell my bf so. The thing is that I want my partner to make money so that we can have a comfortable life. I derive pleasure from squandering my money for extravaganzaaa, not spending my partner’s or my parents’ money. I wonder if this is the deal-breaker for him. He did leave me with a long email detailing how we would not work out. I couldn’t remember what was the exact reason but the vague idea was that he didn’t want me as a lifelong partner. Looking back, it could have been one of the reasons that I have a huge red flag waving on my forehead. I was a poor young girl, with little future prospect while his family can afford his tuition, room, and board in much more expensive country. Of course, I think that his family could have given some sort of disapproval. I mean I was wayy below his standards if you only judge on where I come from (not asset-wise, which I think I have an upper hand thanks to my parents’ frugality). Plus, the blatant gold-digger attitude is definitely a red flag.

Education can also be one. However, as far as I know, a college holder should not have higher standards than me, right? Or it could simply he is looking for is someone with whom he can exchange some intellectual conversations. I cannot say that I am intellectual, considering how I am compared to my bf, but somewhat engageable in those conversations.

Good-looking? Well, that is not a very high bar, considering my appearance. If he wants to have a gym partner, then well, it’s hard. Nutrition can either go to your brain or your muscle. Another point is that while I am slowly hitting the wall (at 30), the wall is smashing his appearance. Hard. It is hard to ask for a same-age good-looking partner without a fortune to rest on.

Anyway, I feel like standards are good to have, but it also restricts potentially good match. Like the long-term relationship couple I talked about earlier, things happen organically. People build relationship with trust, collaboration, and frustration every now and then. I can’t leave my partner alone in his darkest pit, neither should or does he.

I don’t think that anything from that time lingers so much that he couldn’t date anyone. It was more than 10 years ago, and we were a couple of clueless (late) teenagers. Or was it just me who was clueless? Was he too calculated in our relationship? I should have noticed that earlier.

I have no idea why he thought it was a good idea to ask my friends to call me. I think it was platonically driven. He met quite a few people over the years. I was someone who was close to him during that HS time. I can totally see that it is normal to want to greet and meet.

I still believe that he would have really good marriage prospect. Males don’t really need to get married at this age anyway. While women’s eggs are failing us, men may get younger girls as they age (with money).

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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When was the last time you wore a full face of makeup? I don’t think I’ve ever worn a “full face” of makeup to be honest.

Do you own an iPad? For work I do. I’m actually using it right now for a meeting I’m supposed to be paying attention to lol.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? Someone who works downstairs.

What’s the most hours you’ve worked in a week? I don’t remember the exact amount off the top of my head but I’ve worked commencement weekend a few times and worked over 30 hours in the course of a weekend before. So added onto my regular 40 hour week, and the overtime required on the Friday before, probably close to 80 hours, give or take.

Do you believe in karma? KARMA’S A RELAXING THOUGHT, PONCHO EN FIESTA POR YOU IT’S NOT. Yeah I know I did that in a recent survey but it’s all I can think about when I hear the word “karma” now.

What temperature is your thermostat currently set to? I don’t know.

What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? Oh I used to have some real shitty internalized misogyny in my teenage years, bro.

Are you a kind, thoughtful person? I like to think I am.

Do you know anyone who has a PhD? Yes.

Who were you dating in July 2010? Or were you single? We don’t talk about 2009-early 2011 Hannah’s dating life.

How do you feel when you’re the center of attention? I absolutely HATE it. I’m much more interested in making other people the center of attention.

Would you rather be a nurse or a mechanical engineer? Neither, honestly.

Do you like Starbucks chai lattes, or do you think they’re too sweet? I like adding a splash of chai in my matcha lattes, but I can’t drink one straight up. It’s too much.

Are you and your SO facebook official? Yeah.

Do you know how to set a formal table setting for a 3+ course dinner? No.

Are you in a good mood today? I’m just TIRED.

Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Yes.

Which would bother you more: being told you’re not likable or being told you’re not sensible? I guess sensible.

Do you have a difficult time relating to other’s emotions? Nope, the opposite. I’m very much affected by other people’s emotions.

How many bedrooms does your house have? Our apartment has one bedroom.

What was the last electronic item you bought? Uhhhh I’m drawing a total blank.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No.

When you were 15, what did you want to grow up to be? I don’t remember.

Did you ever achieve that? Lol.

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? Yes.

Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? Yeah.

Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? No.

How often do you buy a new phone? Every few years.

Would you rather live in an apartment in the city, or a cabin in the woods? Both are appealing but my dream is a cabin in the woods.

Do you use Snapchat? No.

Have you ever driven or ridden on a motorcycle? No.

Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? Yes.

Are any other members of your household home right now? I’m not home but Mark is.

What was your first job? And how long did you work there? A cafe for about a year or so.

What was your favorite school subject when you were in middle school? Uhhhh science.

#surveys #at work

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jaejoongs-nipple-piercing · 1 year

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I want to know who thought it would be a good idea or funny joke to deal me these cards. I hope you’re all happy wherever you are, because I’m miserable.

My family constantly bring up stuff that isn’t true about the reason behind why I lost my job. I was framed and fired because of a lie made up by 2 idiot women, one of which glared at me almost constantly since her first day. She tried to tell me what to do when I had more experience and I knew what was going on.

They think I have anger issues and I’ve had to keep telling everyone around me that it’s just built up frustration and stress. If we weren’t so damn poor I wouldn’t be so stressed. If everything my brother said to me wasn’t an insult I wouldn’t be so stressed. If I never would have worked so hard for 10 now-meaningless years of my life at a crap job that never respected me then I wouldn’t be so stressed trying to find another one.

I put in an application for another fruit place even though at this point I honestly never want to work again and they wanted to set up an interview with a time and date that worked for me. So I sent them an email with a time and date and asked if that works for them. Over 24 hours ago and I still haven’t heard back. Did they change their mind? Did I pick the wrong day? Did Scenic Poop Company get ahold of them and lie to them, telling them not to hire me because I violently throw bags at people and make gestures behind other employees backs towards them while I’m angry at them?

I made a stupid counseling appointment to get my mom off my back so she would let me learn how to drive and she still refuses. She always talked about how it was more important for my sister to learn because “she’s working”. I need to learn how to drive so I can get to town to any jobs or job interviews, errand, appointments, just getting out of the house I’m currently trapped in. If I can’t get my license before I’m 30 then there’s no point in trying. That’s been my goal for 6 years and every time I bring it up again she says no and doesn’t believe me. “You had no interest then” she says. There’s no point in arguing with them, they’re always right and I’m wrong. It doesn’t matter what I do, IT WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER. I might as well have been adopted, because the last few years since her divorce with an asshole I’ve become the common enemy, the scapegoat, the one everyone blames for their problems. I can’t get mad or upset because I get yelled at and told to “quit whining”. Nobody knows what I’m going through, how I feel. I’m alone.

My aunt has been trying to help me with unemployment because it’s changed since 2016 when I filed last, and just because I said (and I said this to my “family” as well) that I didn’t want to work with apples, I didn’t want to work with fruit again, my aunt says I’m acting like a teenager. Fine, go ahead and insult me. Everyone else does. None of the rest of the family struggles with finding jobs because they don’t get fired or they aren’t cursed. Everyone has better luck than me. I have enough I’m trying to deal with on the inside, I don’t need more problems on the outside. And yet, that’s exactly what I get.

Someone tell me what to do now because I’m lost and I don’t know anything anymore. Everything I’ve come to know is either a total lie or one-sided. I can’t even think recently, and I’m still trying to appeal the unemployment denial. You are legally required to give me the money I’m owed, you idiots. Just because the majority of your employed rats don’t file for unemployment doesn’t mean you can deny me. Im going to appeal this until the government decides to give me the benefits as hush money to shut me up. Hand over the cash now, or pay me more when I take you to court.

#I’m stuck #I don’t know what I’m doing anymore #I can’t talk to anyone here because they moan and groan and complain #talking about how I should just let it go and ‘oh come on this again’#I’m sick and tired of it #i’m not okay #I don’t remember the last time I was ok #please take this curse off me because I can’t take it anymore #I #can’t #do #this

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