the hungry king: coming to tumblr timelines near you
the hungry king: coming to tumblr timelines near you
i’m trying to find actual good gifs in the gif search not just some jiggling butts, thanks
There’s a lot of things I have to be aware off, my face is sore and I can’t open my mouth up to much. Also no hard chewing or soda, salt rinse and the works but as far as I am doing now? I’m doing pretty good, just tired and hungry.
I need to get soup.
It hurts, I can still taste blood but at least I’m on the way.
Teeth extracted today: 1
Teeth left for extraction: 3
Soon enough it’ll all be over, my jaw and my gums are so sore and it stings but I have to wait until tomorrow to have my salt rinse and such. Soon enough I’ll be fine. I might go bury myself in blanket mountain.
I don’t read that many Tom X Reader stuff so I wouldn’t know this one, sorry.
I bet someone else knows however!
I do take requests but I’m not doing so at the moment, I’m working on a oneshot for the engagement anon and I’m currently running two series but If you have an idea you can leave it in my ask box for rainy day!
AN: Thanks to my favourite discord server, this idea hasn’t left me alone. I tried my best, I don’t know. Also, I had no idea who to tag, please look at the smut that I made? Please? Anyone?
He hadn’t heard her giggle that way before, the way it mingled with the servant’s as they rolled about the bed. His bed, Loki’s and his wife’s bed. He sits by and allows it to happen out of love, out of arousal. The spectacle of pure lust brewed a dark hunger, Loki leans back in his chair. Simply observing, enjoying the sight and sound of his own wife being pleasured by another being. Grown fond of that lovely servant girl, kept his poor wife company as he spent more and more time away from Asgard. No one would understand the great pleasure this brought him, to see Y/N come undone from another point of view. Loki had approached his chambers that night, shocked to see her bedding Audhildur in his absence. He knew that she had gotten lonely, frustration settles while he is gone and he couldn’t blame her for that. Surprised to find himself enjoying the show through his own keyhole, her fingers gripping the hair of her new toy. Guiding the girl to what his wife wanted, so softly. Loki had approached her the night after in hope that he could watch next time and so this newfound common interest was found. Y/N enjoyed being watched by him and he enjoyed watching her, there was no frustration nor jealousy but excitement and the urge to finish over their soft breasts as the show comes to an end.
The way she sung his name, teasing him. A strained moan escapes her lips as the servant’s tongue trails down the valley of Y/N’s breasts, ever so slowly. Loki’s jaw tensed, his fingernails digging into the golden arms of his chair. Sinking deeper into the cushions, his trousers so tight that his cock threatened to burst forth from it’s restraints. He palms himself through the thin material, briefly looking at the doors. Shut and locked, no one would intrude on this display. The sheer curtains danced about in the breeze that entered through the west balcony, Audhildur gives Y/N’s breasts a soft squeeze as she parts her legs. Loki freed himself from his trousers, his cock throbbing in the cold air as the servant girl disappears in between his wife’s legs.
‘‘Ecstasy becomes you darling.’‘
Y/N let’s out half a giggle before gripping onto Audhildur’s hair, yet again guiding the servant’s hot tongue down her folds. Loki would be more than happy give the girl directions, he slowly strokes himself to the sheen of sweat that covered Y/N’s ample chest. His eyes trail down her side and down to her legs where Audhildur lovingly buried her nose, she reaches up to lovingly stroke Y/N’s soft middle.
Y/N’s head hung off the edge of the bed, her lovely hair spilling onto the floor. Loki was enticed by her glistening tongue as her jaw hung open, unable to catch her breath from the servant’s fingers that had entered her. Loki could sense that his wife was close to her end but it would only be the first orgasm of many, these sessions can go on through the night. He squeezes the base of his cock, letting out a strained groan as his wife opens her eyes. Staring at him, she enjoyed seeing him pleasuring himself though she never mentions it. There were many great things that they haven’t mentioned to one another but together they enjoy discovering each and every one, should his beloved lady crave the attentions of another woman she shall receive it. Whether it be through him or someone else. He couldn’t deny her, Y/N’s appetite is known to be voracious from time to time. Loki was happy to have found someone that could match him, he stood up from the chair with a grin. His trousers fall down and pool around his ankles, he kicks them away and sends them sliding across the room.
‘‘You’re hunger is showing…’‘
She moans again as she sees him get closer, his cock aching with need. Loki wanted her to feel good. Audhildur gives Y/N’s clit a slow lick which only further forced her jaw to open further, his wife whimpers as he slid himself inside. With a groan he pushed himself into her accepting throat, his hands softly caressing the skin of her neck. Y/N’s tongue flickers and rolls around him, Loki softly chuckles as he feels his wife grip onto the sheets as she tries to breathe through her nose. He granted her the relief she sought, sliding his cock halfway out of her throat only to thrusting back in. It’s a tight fit, such a lovely fit. Fit for a king as they say, Y/N loved this combination. Audhildur hums as she sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves, she was so close.
Loki receives a satisfied gurgle as he pulled back, the wetness of his wife’s throat always brought him such a high. The way she loved to take him so deep, Y/N begged him for it. Got down on her knees, often found herself in between his knees while he worked on his letters. Loki caressed her temples, his brow decorated with a crown of sweat. His cock hungry queen’s tongue flickered across the head of his shaft as he pulled away, savouring each and every stroke she could muster before swallowing him again. The sounds of her gagging only spurred him, the sight of Audhildur’s tongue disappearing inside his queen. It was all so perfect, so fucking perfect. For a long time he had feared the idea of marriage, tying himself to one person for the rest of his life. Stuck in a loveless union that bore no excitement but then he found her, he found Y/N.
Loki repeatedly hits the back of his wife’s throat, so focused on the delicious bounce of her breasts. His eyes travel back towards her throat as he sees himself bulge it out, he softly trails his fingers across it. His thumb presses down and he groans, he was so close. Y/N grabs a hold of Audhildur’s hair and pushes her against herself, arching back as waves of pleasure hit her. Loki gave her throat a final thrust before pulling his cock from his wife’s throat, she lets out a loud gasp. Her saliva dripping down from the sides of her mouth, Loki lets out a groans as he strokes himself to completion. Y/N pressed lazy kisses to the insides of his thighs, heaving as she came down from her high.
He watches as he paints her shoulder and breasts with his seed, Audhildur gasps for air as Y/N’s hands fell limp at her sides. Loki’s chest heaves, they were far from being done. That was to be made clear, his wife stares up at him. Her lip in between her teeth as she lets his vitality drip down the sides of her breasts, she giggles. Insatiable, the two of them. It was obvious that they would love one another completely, never once have they fought or disagreed with one another. Mature conversations which always end up dirtying their sheets, Loki loved seeing her like this. If he had no choice but to watch her, he would. As long as he got to see this blissful expression on her face each time. He sat down on the edge of the bed as Y/N got up, leaning over on her elbows. She wanted him inside her, all it took was one look. She needed him.
Audhildur got up, she wasn’t stupid. The servant girl knew to keep her mouth shut, Loki made sure that she did. No doubt she wanted to keep this experience to herself anyway but this was their secret, he cups his wife’s cheek. Examining the tears that stained her eyes, the evidence that he had left her with. The door opens and closes, Loki flicked his wrist towards the golden door to lock it without having to stand, he smiles at Y/N.
She kissed him, pressing her palm against his bare chest. His heart beats rapidly, so eager for more.
‘‘They’ll be expecting us at the feast.’‘
‘‘I’m afraid I’ll be a bit tied up tonight…’‘
Y/N eyes the silk scarf that laid lifeless on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.
Loki ran his hand across her body, fondling the soft flesh. That they worshipped one another, he had plans for his goddess. It’s best if she cleared her schedule.
HI! Oh goodness do I remember you darling! Congratulations again, I’m not currently taking requests but seeing as this is a happy occasion, consider this a wedding present from me to you!
I will see what I can’t whip up, it’s a good song!
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AN: happy very late valentines day also, fun fact! I own the exact same star wars lava lamp, it doesn’t light up anymore sadly.
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‘‘If you’d just spend time with him then maybe he wouldn’t be so upset!’‘
Aura folds her arms as she sees Frankie stomping back and forth in their living room, he had come home late again. He had promised to come home on time, for the first time in a month and he didn’t keep his word. Their son had become very upset by this and demanded to be driven to his grandmothers, which Aura did. She didn’t want him to be exposed to the fighting that would ensue the moment Frankie got home. His suit jacket laid in a pile on the sofa and the shoes on the rug. He was a mess.
‘‘If you’d just get it through your head, I’m busy! I have a job to maintain! A house to pay for and mouths to feed! I’ve got cases piling up on me- I simply don’t have the time!’‘
‘‘So your job is more important than your own son?’‘
Frankie’s eyes widen, it was a bold claim to make but sometimes Aura didn’t know what to think of him. He was never home, the last time they were all together and awake at the same time was about two weeks ago. Their son doesn’t get enough time with his father and Aura not enough time with her husband. She’s been trying so hard to be patient, she’s given Frankie so much time but sometimes there has to be a point where she should put her foot down. Frankie turns and points his finger at her, she hit a sore spot.
‘‘I didn’t say that, don’t twist my words Aura-’‘
‘‘I’m not! You literally just said you don’t have the time! You work and work and work! I barely get to see you myself! You spend most of your time at the firm! He’s our son Frankie, can’t you just take a day off? Just the one? You’re exhausted all the time, you’ve not had a decent shave or a slow morning in. Just one day, one day without work and stress.’‘
Frankie sighs, he wrapped his arms around Aura and pressed her into his chest. She was worried about him, his health. Constantly stressing, he never takes a break. Sometimes doesn’t eat properly, he couldn’t keep going down this road.
‘‘The treatment takes a lot out of you Frankie, I just want you to slow down a little bit…’’
Frankie carefully cups Aura’s face, there was a sad smile on his face.
‘‘You’re right, I’m sorry.’‘
There was a rush, riding on the back of a motorcycle. Aura hasn’t done this before, she was very unsure as to what to do but as Jonathan had instructed she simply held onto him. Her arms wrapped around his middle, she wasn’t confident enough to simply hold onto his jacket. The journey was pretty exciting, the turns he took around the city to get her home. She was however worried about him, not wearing a helmet and all. It started raining about ten minutes ago and somewhat heavily, she felt bad for accepting the ride now but she was sure it was just a one time thing. In exchange for the apology, that must be it. Aura’s mother must’ve cooked something for Adam, it was almost seven thirty now.
‘‘It’s just up here!’‘
Aura didn’t see or feel whether Jonathan accepted the directions or even heard her but soon enough he takes the suggested turn and slows down the bike. He parks in the driveway, Aura noticed that he was examining the silver mini cooper that was parked there. She didn’t drive too often, not being the most excellent driver. Aura always relied on Frankie to drive, she was so used to public transport as well but when she does take it out she makes sure she’s always well alert about her surroundings. She knew Jonathan might be confused as to why she accepted the ride if she could’ve just driven to the building instead of taking trains and taxis. She unlatches the helmet and steps off, her jeans now completely soaked from the shin and up to her thighs, it was going to be good to get into her pyjamas.
‘‘Thanks for the ride Jonathan.’’
She noticed that he was completely soaked through, all of him. Not just his jacket and his jeans. Without a doubt his cigarettes might be ruined by all of this water, it would be a really cold journey back. Aura fiddles around her pocket for the house keys, she smiles and looks back at Jonathan who was in the process of putting the helmet on his head. His hair slicked back was a good look for him, her face reddens at the thought.
‘‘Jonathan? Would you- I mean it’s going to be pouring down for the next hour, would you like a cup of tea or something? I feel bad for having you ride in this weather-’‘
He shook his head.
‘‘Please? I’d feel bad to hear that you’ve gotten a cold by the next time we meet. At least let me throw your jacket in the dryer for a moment?’‘
Jonathan sighs, Aura could see the hint of a smile. It was as if he was half afraid of her in a way or that he was just afraid to smile in general, it was sad. Even after losing Frankie, she still smiled when the situation brought it out of her. Aura couldn’t help but fuss, it was all she did for a living outside of teaching.
‘‘I guess one cup wouldn’t be too much…’‘
She smiles and walks over to the garage door, bending down to grab the handle to open it. It would do him a bit of good to dry off before heading back to wherever he came from, a part of Aura was curious as to who he was. Jonathan never shares, he never really speaks unless it’s out of turn. She noticed that he often seems to say whatever comes to his mind, like he doesn’t really think about it. He might simply be one of those really honest people, brutally honest some might say but Aura thought that to be valuable. Not a lot of people dare to be honest to people most times, it was refreshing in a way though it could be hurtful.
‘‘You can let your bike dry in the garage if you’d like!’‘
Aura told him that the door would be open so she could leave him to wheel the bike into the garage, she knew absolutely nothing about motorcycles. She wasn’t sure if rain could potentially damage it or leak into the pipes or whatever, good to be safe about these matters. It would dry in no time once she put the heating on, if it’s not already up and running. Her mother would be asleep by now. Always goes to sleep early, that woman. Aura smiles to herself as she quickly jumps up the steps to her front door, sticking the key in.
She didn’t have to call out for him a second time, her son came half tumbling down the stairs to hug her as she opened the door. Aura laughs as her eight year old boy wraps his arms so tightly around her waist, it was obvious that he’s been anxious to have her home. Aura hugs him tightly but he refuses to let go, they half waddle around the entrance as she was trying to get further inside. Silly boy, she sighs. What she had said at therapy today, about not being able to look at her own son? This moment wasn’t one of them, sometimes he’ll smile and he’ll laugh just like Frankie and it hurts to know that he inherited those wonderful things from his father. Adam lets go of her and takes off towards the living room, possibly to watch TV. Her mother was definitely asleep upstairs, Aura would check on her in a moment but for now she hung up her jacket and kicked off her shoes.
‘‘I closed the garage door.’‘
Aura jumps at the sound of Jonathan’s voice behind her, his helmet tucked under his arm and his hair clung to his forehead. Dripping down the bridge of his nose, she pressed her lips together and took a step to the side to allow him to get inside. Jonathan seemed polite enough of a character, he took his shoes off and carefully lined them up on the mat. Aura laughs and shakes her head, the radiator. Jonathan’s brows knit together in confusion, she picks his wet boots up and positions them on the warm radiator to dry the insides.
‘‘You should put your socks there as well, they’ll dry in no time! Let me get you a towel.’‘
‘‘I’m already accepting tea, I think that is more than enough compensation.’‘
Aura rolls her eyes and pats him on the arm gently, stubborn. No doubt might feel a bit uncomfortable but it was alright for him if he didn’t want to, she could always mop the floors tomorrow but she always wanted to make sure that visitors felt welcome. There was a no muddy shoes rule in this house, this includes wet socks. Just of thought of wet and mushy socks made her cringe, she laughs and gestures towards their surroundings.
‘‘This is my house and you are a guest Jonathan, so put the socks on the radiator and go sit down in the kitchen. It’s just down there.’‘
Jonathan nods as Aura turns to hurry upstairs to change.
‘‘I’m sorry I didn’t bring out my good cups.’’
Jonathan chuckles, Aura found his smile to be very encouraging. It was still raining but less than before, he seemed to be aware of it seeing as he’s been checking the window by the kitchen table ever so often between sips, Aura was curious. He makes a rude remark about her friendship with Owen and then apologises the next day, has valuable if not heartfelt input during therapy but he never shares anything. Today had been the first time he’s shared and Aura knew that it had made him uncomfortable, seeing how everyone stared at him. She had made rounds and the other attendees often spoke about Jonathan, mostly that he was very quiet and or possibly not fit to be in the program. Linda didn’t mind siting next to him, apparently she finds it very therapeutic to have a handsome man to look at throughout the meeting.
‘‘Here I thought I was an important guest, I’m disappointed.’‘
Aura laughs and sits back down at the table, she hadn’t heard much from Adam. Her son tends to stay away when there are visitors, by no means a shy boy but not comfortable to open up to strangers. Especially ones that are invited into his house, Aura wondered if he’s gone to bed yet.
‘‘Maybe another time!’‘
Jonathan hums and takes another sip, the kitchen smelled of cinnamon. Aura had decided to help out with refreshments for Monday’s group session, trying out different recipes. She wasn’t sure what to bring but she was sure that she’d decide eventually, it was Friday now. Hard to believe that one week seemed to burn away in what felt like a single day.
‘‘What you said- In today’s session, about my son. I wanted to ask-’‘
Jonathan didn’t give Aura the chance to ask her question but she knew that he might already know what the question was.
‘‘It’s only natural that he’d feel something similar, he’s only seen you with his father so any other potential partners that you might have in the future will most likely irritate him. He might not be able to look at you holding hands with someone who isn’t his father, you sometimes can’t look at him because of his resemblance to his father. Not exactly the same scenarios but I do believe the feeling is the same in some way.’’
Aura leans forward, her elbows resting on the wood table. Letting the fading warmth of her tea fill her fingers as she cups the mug gently with her hands. Now that she thinks of it, makes sense. Adam doesn’t exactly like it when she invites Christian to the house to help her mark tests for school, her son clings to her and hangs over them. She knew that Adam might have the wrong impression of Christian sometimes but it was a little funny. Sad however that Adam might not get over the death of his father any time soon. He still acts out in school, though over the past year it seems to be dying down. Adam had been very angry the first year after Frankie passed away and that turned into him crying and then it turned into acting out and now this. Aura felt that her son had an urge to protect her from everyone around her, that he had some sort of feeling that maybe something might happen. It broke her heart to even think about it.
Jonathan and Aura both look to the opening to see Adam standing there, his eyes widened at the sight of Jonathan. Aura knew that this might potentially get ugly, Adam stares at Jonathan from across the room. He still wasn’t in his pyjamas yet which led her to believe that Adam had been watching the telly for the past hour and a half. Aura did wonder whether he had noticed or even heard Jonathan’s voice at all during that time, seems that he didn’t.
‘‘Why is there a big bike in our garage?’‘
Jonathan looks at Aura for a moment before looking back at Adam, so far her son hasn’t shouted, put on his little angry face and or ran upstairs to hide. She was surprised, Aura smiles.
‘‘That’s Jonathan’s bike, Adam this is my friend Jonathan.’‘
Jonathan held out his hand with a smile, Adam hesitates for a moment but accepts the handshake. Aura notices that it’s gentle, Jonathan is gentle with Adam unlike Owen. This is good, so far everything was going pretty smooth. It was a bit worrying however since she didn’t know whether Adam was planning something or already had something ready. He filled Christians shoes with mud and live worms the last time he was here, this was something she should’ve warned Jonathan of before tea now that she remembers that his boots and socks are still on the radiator drying.
‘’Can I ride the bike?’‘
Aura and Jonathan laugh and shook their heads, Jonathan leans forward on the table. Aura hadn’t really noticed before but he was well built. By no means extremely muscular but sculpted, she immediately looks down at her tea in order to distract herself. It was rude to stare at people, especially over a cup of tea. Very rude indeed, definitely not something she should be doing. In front of Adam, definitely not.
‘‘Maybe when you’re a bit taller.’’
Adam suddenly makes himself scarce, running out of the kitchen and heading up the stairs. Aura and Jonathan listen out for him stomping up the stairs, she sighs. Jonathan looked a bit panicky, looking to Aura for an answer. Of course he thought that he might’ve said something or done something wrong, it’s not everyday that Adam gets to meet her friends. Let alone be on civil terms, she was still surprised that Adam willingly shook Jonathan’s hand. Normally he would simply walk away or pull a face at the person offering him a shake, this was definitely good progress but Aura had a feeling there was a bit more to it. Has Adam perhaps seen Jonathan before?
‘‘Sorry about him.’‘
‘‘He doesn’t want me in the house.’’
‘‘Trust me Aura, he definitely doesn’t want me in this house. For the moment being at least, he’s the man of the house now. Adam believes it’s his job to protect it, I understand that. A handshake is a good first start but we shouldn’t push our luck with anything else.’‘
‘‘I’ve never seen him shake anybodies hand in a long time, he refuses any and all handshakes.’‘
‘‘It’s a greeting that shows respect, seeing as I am a guest in this house he is expected to offer the shake first but out of respect to his presence, I offered mine first.’‘
‘‘Shows him that you’re here in peace…’‘
‘‘Exactly, who am I disrespect another man’s house?’’
Jonathan sips the last of his tea and stands up, the rain had stopped and both of them noticed. Aura didn’t let it slip past her that he seemed anxious to get out of here, some men prefer home over any other place. It’s nice to see people like that, Aura wasn’t much for the city life. Having grown up in the countryside but her marriage had taken place here, so has her career and the birth of her son. Majority of her adult life happened here, in her student flat and in her actual first flat then the rest in this house which Frankie had bought for them. She liked to stay at home as often as she could. She stands up and walks Jonathan towards the front door with a smile, he’ll be completely dry on the way back. Warm socks and boots to keep him company.
‘‘Can I ask you something?’‘
Aura didn’t want to be rude but she was curious, the first few meetings he hadn’t shared anything except his trigger. She wondered who his reason was, his wife? A girlfriend? Perhaps a child? The thought of losing Adam conjured the worst pain in her thoughts, she couldn’t even imagine such a thing. Aura wanted to let Jonathan know that he wasn’t alone but there was a part of her that seemed to recognise the stubborn willingness to accept help. Jonathan keeps to himself, barely talks unless she’s said something. The point being, Aura is the only person who’s gotten this far. She didn’t want to pressure him, Jonathan’s personal life was his own and if he didn’t want to share then who was she to tell him otherwise? Jonathan tilts his head, Aura hadn’t noticed but she spaced out. Staring into his eyes, she looks away for a moment and clears her throat.
‘‘Why don’t you share things? At the group meetings?’‘
Jonathan’s smile half faded, he shrugs his shoulders as he puts his helmet on.
‘‘Maybe I’m not ready yet…’‘
Aura should’ve known that it was going to rain again, you’d think with Christmas on the horizon that maybe it might snow instead but no, London has different plans. She stretches out her back, maybe she should’ve checked the forecast and warned Jonathan before he left but she was sure that he got home just fine. Possibly sitting by the radiator or something, maybe asleep already, who knows. There was definitely something that he was hiding, the glances she’s made towards him throughout their sessions, he’s always staring at the floor or at her or at his hands. There was almost something obsessive about the way he stares at his hands, flexes each and every finger very slowly as he examines them. Aura was worried for him though she barely knew him, she knew that the scent of oranges reminds him of his person. He smokes, though he did mentioned that he intends to quit. He rides a motorcycle, Jonathan explains that he does like to go out for morning runs and sometimes will end up just walking everywhere he goes instead of taking the bike if it’s not the right weather for it. He’s well spoken and he seems to regard Aura’s emotions with much care. She knows that his mother is still alive but they aren’t exactly on speaking terms, as of why she didn’t know. Aura wasn’t about to dig into that can of peaches, apparently they haven’t seen each other for quite some time.
There were still things for her to discover but she was definitely going to take it slowly, Aura had the feeling that Jonathan might be a bit sensitive when it comes to his past. Seeing how closed off and quiet he is definitely made an impression, he’s a mystery but the type of mystery she didn’t know if she wanted to solve. For now she’d have to settle for what she learned of him tonight which was fine by her, Aura gently knocks on Adam’s door. She opens the door to see Adam half asleep, the glow from his beloved star wars lava lamp that Frankie had gotten him before he passed was still lit. Adam liked to keep it on throughout the night. Watching the little shapes it made against the walls as the little ships floated around, she smiles and walks over to his bed setting her phone onto her son’s nightstand before climbing in.
‘‘I’m exhausted, aren’t you exhausted?’’
Adam just snuggles into her side, she got under the comforter. It was one of those nights, often it would be Adam who climbs into her bed but tonight she simply didn’t want to face Frankie’s empty spot. At least for today, Aura pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead and combs his hair back. One thing he inherited from her was the red hair, Frankie said that his hair looked like rust the moment Adam was born. She hums to herself, Jonathan had been pretty good with Adam even if it just lasted a moment. She hadn’t seen him shake anyone’s hand in a long time, anyone that is male anyway. Aura understand that Adam wasn’t completely over his father’s death and she understood that well, she aimed to heal with him when he was ready.
Adam’s breathing slowed, he was asleep. He was a sporty kid, loved to play football with his friends. Always so exhausted, always went to bed on time. Aura still had trouble to get him to remember to brush his teeth before bed, she often leaves sticky notes on his doors and on the mirror. Her phone vibrates, a text this late? Could be spam or it could be important, Aura’s thoughts went back to her mother who slept soundly in the guest room. She had been debating whether to have her mother move in, it would be nice to have her around but she always insists on going back home. Aura reaches for her phone and takes a look at the screen, it was from Owen. Probably texting to say goodnight or something, he’s pretty friendly. Poor thing lost his wife four or five months back, they met at the registration office looking through booklets.
Owen must’ve still been in the area when she got on Pine’s motorcycle, she giggles at the use of ‘’pine man’’. Makes her think that Jonathan is made out of or filled with nothing but pine cones. Aura wondered if people have made wood jokes about his name before, possibly tons of them. She’d understand if he was tired of it or just simply didn’t find them funny anymore. She responds to Owen with a short ‘’yes’’ and a ‘’see you on Monday’’ before laying the phone back down, it vibrates again and she ignores it. Knowing that it was just a goodnight that she didn’t need to answer, Aura turns back to her son and lays her head down on the pillow next to him. Holding onto his hang as he sleeps, just listening to him breathing called the sleep to her eyes.
She loved him so much, him and his smile. It was just a little hard to see him smile, seeing so much of Frankie in him. Aura knew that she should accept it and remember that her husband gave her Adam, she was ever so grateful for it. The two of them loved this little boy to pieces, they made sure to let him know all about it. She closes her eyes as her mind drifts back to Jonathan’s eyes.
Those sad, blue eyes.
To be honest? Robert would be working on Valentine’s Day but he often skips and calls in sick which is exactly what he did for this particular day. Robert knows to expect sex, this man has a really big appetite for it so he knows to expect the possibility.
He does enjoy the cuddling as well, he’ll probably have wine bottles sitting on the ground next to the bed. The radio is on and the balcony door left open to air out the flat, no breaks. Just the two of you all tangled together for the entire day, no one gets up to answer the door or the phone.
The bedroom turns into a big mess by the end of it, he’ll be glowing about it for a whole week.
I think Adam wouldn’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day but he might at some points throughout his life, such as the 100th Valentine’s Day with Eve and such but it’s mostly just a night in. A walk in the dark, looking into the windows to the past.
Ian would probably do the flowers because it’s normal for the humans to exchange these things on Valentine’s day, Ian probably bought chocolate or something of the sort without thinking the first time and then upon realising this he panics and just runs out to rip flowers up from the ground as a backup.
Rowan and Peter? Oh mama, they celebrate EVERY SINGLE VALENTINE’S DAY! Doesn’t even have to be Valentine’s day, could just be any day really! Rowan always brings freshly cut tulips and roses from the little personal garden he tends to. Sometimes just because he wants to show his husband that he is loved and valued. Peter loves it, he often dries and presses the flowers to keep but Rowan makes a point to not do it for every single flower he receives. Unless he wants to drown in dry rose petals, which to be honest doesn’t sound too bad.
Awwwwwwww, Arthur knows how to make valentines day good! Clown boy knows what’s good! <3 <3
🎶 Your looks are laughable, un-photographable. Yet, you’re my favourite work of art. 🎶 🎶
-Gets two valentines day asks
Thank you! I love you!!!
Specifically or ‘’specifically’’?
i love u
Thank you for reading and for the well wishes, I’m currently not taking requests sadly. Also your idea is fantastic but I don’t feel confident that I could do this request justice. I try to keep my reader characters as nondescript as I can, it’s sort of the only way I know how to write. I do hope you’ll find someone who will fully realise your idea with the love it deserves.
AN: So the whole story was pretty much made while i was listening to the cure so the story somewhat surrounds that song a tiny bit and the title is literally the title of the song but I’m still gonna do my regular thing and link different pieces of music alongside these chapters, i’m still trying to swing between two stories so i do appreciate the patience!
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‘‘You are a wonderful man Jonathan-’‘
He rolled his eyes, looking up to the ceiling. He had heard it before, all of it. He wasn’t all that wonderful, no matter what anyone said. If his own mother had said it, he still wouldn’t have believed it.
The woman next to him just drapes her arm across his chest, laying her head down. He shouldn’t be this friendly to the guests but he couldn’t help himself, there was something about her that absolutely drew him in. Beautiful, intelligent. He smiles to hims, pressing his lips to Sophie’s forehead.
‘‘I stand by what I’ve said, regardless of the things you have seen out there. You are good, you tried and that is all the universe can possibly expect from you.’‘
Jonathan hums, running his fingers through her dark hair. Sophie was it, the thing he hadn’t been searching for but seemed to stumble upon in the dark. He hadn’t meant for it to happen but these things are never planned, Sophie lazily kissed his chest. Pulling herself up to straddle him, he securely held onto her thighs. He was due to go back to work soon, she smiles.
The kettle wailed in the empty flat, he didn’t care much about the other tenants on the lower floors. Jonathan had gotten the loft, rooftop access. Fairly small but suitable enough for one man to live, certainly bigger than his first ever flat that he rented after he moved out of his mother’s house. He didn’t ask for much, all he really needed was a kettle, cot and a shower. Jonathan sighs, that made it sound like he was willing to completely torture himself. Sure having the sofa is nice, seeing as he often sleeps in it rather then the bed he’s got in the bedroom. It would save him a lot of money if he just lived in one single room, sounds like punishment. Cold showers, cigarettes and alcohol. Staying up late, sounded like he was deliberately punishing himself physically. It didn’t make much sense as to why, the only reason prompted would always be Sophie.
All he ever did after her death was to try and move on but that woman still had her fingers wrapped around his heart, he didn’t know what he had with her but love was the closest feeling he could use to describe the way he felt. Jonathan was conflicted between calling it real and telling himself that it was fake, he hadn’t known her for longer than a week or so and yet she had him enraptured. Sophie was a special woman, special to him. Jonathan picked the kettle off the stove and poured the hot water into his mug, hoping that the thoughts of her would just evaporate with the steam. This was why he was going to that stupid group therapy, he had sessions left. Yesterday had simply been the first one, Jonathan’s thoughts move back to Aura.
What he had said to her specifically, how he had blatantly told her about Owen’s secret desires which to him at the time seemed pretty obvious. Aura’s reaction caught him by surprise and at the same time it didn’t. It was more or less the potential fact that he might’ve read Owen’s body language wrong. The way he touched her arm, kept gripping onto her hand during the session and trying to get her to laugh just seemed to scream sexual intent to him. It was all a bit too forward for someone who had lost their spouse in recent months, maybe he really did read things wrong. Jonathan had zero experience with the loss of a spouse or anyone so close, the only thing he truly lost was Sophie. Though it’s nearing three years since she passed away it still feels like it was only yesterday if he really takes the time to think back on it. Jonathan hadn’t really lost anyone before, not someone that made it hard for him to get over. Except maybe his mother, he wasn’t sure how mourning worked. Jonathan was pretty sure it all took the form of crying, screaming and sometimes shagging.
Depends on the person maybe? He picked his mug up and carried it over to the table where his laptop sat, charging and ready. He was curious about her but all he knew about her was the first name so a quick google search wouldn’t bring him far, most likely would hit him up with either underground strip joints or clubs in Soho. Exotic name for an English person, Aura. Who would name their child that? A bit niche, Jonathan sat down and opened up the laptop. Greeted with the login screen, he typed in his password and set off in the search. It was a useless effort but he couldn’t help but check, harmless right? Jonathan knew that her husband passed away about three years ago, his name was Frankie. Was his name really Frankie? Was it just her pet name for him? Could be named Frank but otherwise Frankie would be his search term.
‘‘Frankie, obituary, London…’‘
Not a lot of results, Jonathan turned his attention towards the news articles. There were a lot of Frankies in London, too many. He took a sip of his tea, a bit too sweet but it’ll have to do, he could grab coffee on the way out. Jonathan looks out the window, seeing the cityscape. Littered with tall buildings and the like, should he take the train today? He’s never really had the moment to think about all of these small things, such as commuting decisions or whether to grab coffee or what to have for tea. It was all a bit normal, was this how one acts normally? A regular citizen of the world? Worries about too much sweetener being added to their tea and debating whether it would best to take the trains or not? Next he’ll be debating whether or not he should buy a bigger space heater for the flat, seeing as having the heating on for too long costs a lot of money. He nods in agreement.
He should buy a bigger space heater.
His attention is turned back to the news, he saw the headline he’d been searching for. Her husbands name was Frankie Graeme, he could see a photo of them together. Frankie wasn’t a bad looking guy, though he looked older than Aura did. Jonathan assumed Frankie had been short for Franklin but apparently not. He was tempted to click on the article, turns out Frankie was a pretty well respected lawyer. Of course there would be an article on him, the pointer hovers over the article. He could see Aura smiling in the photo, should he really start digging up things about a woman he met at an event he didn’t want to attend to? There was no real point to it other than that he was curious, he sighs and closes the laptop. He should apologise to her, he owed Aura that.
Jonathan should see what he can learn from her in person, not doing background checks. He left that life behind, that time of his life was over.
‘‘I just can’t use the self-checkout at Tesco without thinking of her, she used to make fun of the voice system every time…’‘
Jonathan’s forehead creased, the strangest things serve as reminders apparently. Self-checkouts, frogs and for Owen in particular it was the baby on the label of the fairy liquid bottles. It was all a bit humorous and saddening at the same time, Jonathan wouldn’t attribute any of those things to Sophie. Her hair smelled of oranges, just like the complimentary shampoo the hotel offered the guests. That was his reminder, he could still smell her sometimes.
‘‘The smell of oranges…’‘
The circle suddenly stared at him silently, he saw the hysterical woman next to him smiling. This was the first thing he’s shared with the group, he hasn’t shared anything else but this fact. That the smell of oranges reminds him of her, that he holds his breath as he walks through fragrant rooms and through the fruit aisle at the store. This was the only thing this circle knew of him, other than his name. Jonathan hadn’t planned on revealing anything to anybody, even he was surprised that he shared this detail. He folds his arms, trying not to let the smiles get to him but unfortunately it wasn’t working. He looked at Aura and even she was smiling, despite him possibly offending her with his honesty yesterday. His gaze shifts quickly to the floor as her eyes met his own, he felt somewhat awkward considering what happened yesterday. He still hadn’t apologised, maybe he should take the chance later. If he could catch her before she leaves.
‘‘I can’t look at my son…’‘
Jonathan’s attention was brought back to Aura.
‘‘I can’t look at him sometimes. It hurts, I love him so much that it hurts me but sometimes simply looking at him hurts me too.’‘
The two attendees on either side of Aura now reached out to her, their hands on her shoulders as she tries her best to not lose it in front of the rest of the circle. The hysterical woman sat next to Jonathan starts to sniffle again but he wasn’t paying much attention, Aura had a child. More importantly Aura and Frankie had a child, he couldn’t imagine what it was like to feel this way. Not being able to look their son in the face during this tough time, the boy must really take after his father if Aura struggles to look at him. Jonathan’s shoulders slump, leaning back in his folding chair. Sometimes he wondered how these flimsy chairs even managed to keep all of this weight up without bending.
‘‘I think your son knows the feeling…’‘
Aura looks at him, the skin around the eyes red as she rubbed it raw to keep the tears at bay. Heartbreaking, Jonathan could only wonder how the boy must be feeling about all of this. He figures that Aura was younger than forty but older than thirty, maybe in the middle. Around his age, possibly younger. Her son can’t be older than eighteen, pure speculation however. A child losing their father, it’s never easy. In some cases it hurts the child more than anything, Aura’s son might somewhat understand his mother’s feelings if they simply talked about them. A child might associate the presence of the father with their mother, seeing them together throughout their life. Once the father is gone, the connotation will still be there. The child will still associate the mother’s presence with that of the absent father, in a way it’s in some ways the same but Jonathan was hardly an expert on family or children for that matter. Aura smiles, albeit sadly. There was such a difference between a happy smile and a sad one, the sad one was more polite. Not life behind it, she nods.
‘‘Now that we have spoken a little bit about what reminds us of them, we can move onto how to deal with those reminders. Who would like to go first?’‘
Jonathan waited outside by his triumph, waiting for Aura to show herself. He could tell that she would be the one who leaves the last, at least the second last. Seeing as she has this budding friendship with Owen, he exhales. Blowing the smoke out of his nose, he should stop. It’s not the type of habit he wanted to keep but it kept him calm, he wasn’t sure if he was completely addicted to it but it’s safe to assume that he is. He should start quitting after this pack realistically, then again he had no real uplifting visions for the future. As depressing as that was, he sees Aura exiting the building. Waving towards Owen who decided to go down the road, towards the train station. It’s late, dark. Of course Aura was going to get a taxi home, safer that way. Jonathan took one last drag before stubbing it out and throwing it in the bin.
Aura stops, taken aback that he was still here. Possibly, why would she be so shocked? He owed her an apology, surely she was expecting it.
‘‘I wanted to apologise- You know, for yesterday.’‘
Aura’s lips part in what he could only perceive as more surprise or possibly awe. Did he really come off as a person that doesn’t apologise? Jonathan didn’t think that he looked like an asshole but he couldn’t vouch for the point of view of other people. Aura’s cheeks redden in the London cold, it’s been pretty nippy all day. He was sure that it might snow at some point, it’s leading up to Christmas. Would there be Christmas without snow? He misses the mountains.
‘‘Oh uh- Thank you, I shouldn’t have called you a prick to be honest.’‘
He shook his head and chuckles, burying his hands in his jacket pockets. Fiddling with the keys to his bike and the lighter, the half empty and crumpled up pack of cigarettes in the other pocket along with three pounds and five pence. He never had much on him now that he thought about it, he leaves his wallet at home unless he had need of it. He’s become forgetful in the past few years, just wandered about mindlessly. Kept forgetting his wallet at home so he simply decided to leave it there unless he needed it.
‘‘No, I’m glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t be apologising.’‘
Aura smiles, with teeth this time. Jonathan wasn’t shy to admit that she was rather attractive, the red hair and the brown eyes. He was still surprised that she didn’t have freckles, not that she had to have them simply because she’s a redhead but Jonathan hasn’t really seen a lot of redheads without freckles. He looked towards his bike to avoid letting his thoughts escalate any further. She seemed nice, made an effort to participate unlike he did. Jonathan was sure that things would move faster if he shared but the truth was that he just didn’t care to. The street went quiet, he mounts his bike and digs the keys out.
‘‘Do you want a ride home?’’
He picks up his helmet with a soft grin, Aura didn’t look like the kind of woman to ride around on motorcycles but there were things you had to experience at least once. Jonathan figured that she’d liked to get home as soon as possible, be with her son. Besides, she was wearing jeans today, it would be easy for her to sit behind him.
‘‘Faster than taking a taxi, gets you home sooner.’‘
Aura laughs and shakes her head, she seemed frightened. He couldn’t blame her, riding motorcycles isn’t exactly easy but it comes with practice. He thought a ride home would be a nice addition to his apology, hoping she’d take it or at least save the ride for another day. His eyes widened as she smiles again, the way her face lights up. She was excited, was this the same woman he saw earlier?
‘‘On that thing?’‘
‘‘You can wear my helmet.’‘
Aura presses her lips together, she was pretending to think about it. Jonathan could tell that she wanted to accept the ride, he hands her the helmet. Holding it out for her, she giggles and takes the helmet. Aura puts the helmet on, the beautiful red hair disappears as she tucks it all in. She mounts the bike, sitting just behind him with her arms around him. Jonathan felt the back of his neck heat up as she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. The way she was pressed up against his back, he closed his eyes. Trying not to focus on it, he inserts the key.
‘’Hold on tight, alright?’’
Aura laughs and nods, he had to make sure that she at least knew that part. Sadly, motorcycles don’t come with safety belts.
‘‘You have a licence for this thing, right?!’‘
But that’s the part of the fun.
Summary: You’ve been preparing Tom for almost two weeks for his birthday celebration. Now it’s time to reward his commitment.
NOTES: Domme/Sub dynamics. RPF!
Written for my man’s birthday, because why not?
I really wish I had a pretty header for this, but I’m trash at them.
Feedback is always appreciated and reblogs are encouraged!!
No matter how hard he tried, Tom could not make out what you were doing. The array of sounds around him was confusing, and his own fidgeting did not help. What he could hear were your giggles. You were clearly amused by his current predicament.
“I’m gonna be ready soon, my sweet.” You kissed his head.
Tom whimpered softly, and took a deep breath. Blindfolded and ordered to remain on his knees, hands behind his back, there was not much else he could do but wait.
Ho mah gawd… This was so hot. I loved it.
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AN: ITS BEEN IN PLANS FOR A WHILE TO DO SOME JONATHAN BUT I’VE BEEN PREOCCUPIED hoping this will get my butt into shape to finish all of my stuff. So I’m going to try to alternate between stories like I did before, I wanted to really start getting back into things so here we go!
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Hope I’m not forgetting anybody!
He hadn’t felt anything more, Jonathan knew there were things still unsolved in that tightly packed heart of his but he just didn’t know how to deal with it. Two glasses of whiskey and five cigarettes doesn’t do it for him anymore, he wanted to cry but there was this wall in front of him. Like gates that contained a dam, he hadn’t cried for some time. He felt ridiculous, sitting outside in the rain. Watching it hit the car windows, even the soothing sound of weather did shit to comfort him. He had wanted nothing more but to just disappear, find somewhere remote up in the country side and just hide in a hole somewhere.
There’s something wrong with you Pine, you worry me.
Angela was right about something, there was definitely something wrong with him. He preferred not to think about it, trying to drown Sophie out in clouds of smokes and often enough very angry sex with strange women that put themselves out there for him in hopes that he’d turn out to be their prince charming in the morning but he was always gone by the end of it. That shouldn’t be on his to do list but at least it numbed things for just a moment. A few minutes of relief from this hollowness, he wasn’t sure as to what to call it.
The feeling was similar to what he had felt the moment he saw those innocent people get hurt in those fires, back when he was still serving. This feeling was constant, no matter where he went. He could see her in reflections, she followed him everywhere. Jonathan underestimated the power of women, one woman in general. He had failed to save her and now she haunts him, whether it was to punish him or to somehow join him as he goes mad, he didn’t know.
I know a place that could help you.
Jonathan draws a deep breath before opening the car door, he quickly stepped out and locked it. The rain soaks him immediately, it felt weird to be back in London again. To be renting a flat in London anyway, he hadn’t planned on sticking around but he somehow didn’t have the energy to move any further. The rainwater trickles down his forehead and down to the tip of his nose, maybe he could just drown out here. Sit down and fall asleep in the cold rain, better option than going inside and waste his time watching reruns of Catchphrase.
I want you to get better Jonathan.
‘‘Loss is ultimately the one thing we are all afraid of, sadly we all have to deal with it at one point. Whether it be a child, romantic partner, parents and siblings. It’s not good to dwell on the past but it’s good to remember some of the good things-’‘
Jonathan couldn’t remember any good things besides sex, decent conversation and fear. So much fear, he looks down at the gymnasium floor. Occupying himself by counting each line he saw. He should be listening but he didn’t think it would do him much good, he’s seen people go to these mourning groups before and he died three months after his first meeting. Jonathan failed to see what was so wholesome about this whole thing, every single person in this room tragically lost someone and the person who runs this group expects them to open up about it regardless of how painful it is. Jonathan thought it seemed cruel.
‘‘Would anyone like to share? How about you?’‘
Jonathan eyed the woman that sat across from him, she was rather short. A bit on the thicker side but very pretty, he felt like she didn’t belong here. She was smiling, albeit very awkwardly. Probably a fake one, he knew those. That customer service smile that he has glued to his face time and time again when he worked at those hotels. The woman had lovely red hair. Brown eyes, behind those round-rimmed glasses. Jonathan was surprised to see that she had no freckles but he couldn’t say that all gingers had freckles, he eyes look troubled.
‘‘Uh- Hello, I’m Aura and my husband passed away three years ago…’‘
Three years ago, she was in a mourning group for a man that died three years ago. Jonathan couldn’t really understand why, three years pass and she now goes to a group meant for people who have lost their loved ones? He wasn’t one to talk, Sophie passed away at least four years ago but he hadn’t the chance to mourn her. His mind drifts back to the night he had seen her, Jonathan looks down at his lap. Bouncing his leg in some desperate attempt to distract himself from thinking back, not right now.
‘‘Hello Aura, would you like to share anything?.’‘
‘‘Frankie and I were married for about ten years, that’s a long time to be with someone but somehow it seems like no time at all you know?’‘
Jonathan looks up, he sees that the other attendees were nodding solemnly. The woman next to him who had been hysterically crying prior to this meeting even starting was wiping her nose. Jonathan made a mental note to not shake her hand if she comes up to him, he stares at Aura. What a peculiar name, was it short for something? He couldn’t get over the fact that this woman decided to attend a mourning group at least three years after the fact that her husband died. It seemed a bit silly, knowing that a lot could happen in three years but maybe it was harder to get over the death of someone you know for so long.
‘‘How has it been since Frankie passed on?’‘
‘‘I’m used to being without Frankie but I can’t help but continue to think of him.’‘
‘‘Maybe it’s you’re brain telling you that you need to move on?’‘
Jonathan’s chest tightens, he shouldn’t have said that. Stupid brain, he hadn’t been paying attention to his mouth. Aura simply stared at him, so did everyone else in the circle. He remained calm, he was good at being calm. Jonathan felt uncomfortable having so many pairs of eyes focused on him, the soft sniffling of the woman sat next to him. He could tell that even she was judging him.
‘‘Maybe you’re right, could be but how do I know that this is the case?’‘
Aura drew a deep breath, holding it in and then letting it out in one slow sigh. Jonathan was surprised to find that she didn’t have a select few words to say to what he had blurted out. He was sure that the person running the circle wasn’t pleased, the redheaded woman clasps her hands together. Resting them in her lap, he could see the clean wedding ring still on her finger. It wasn’t all that scuffed up, suggests that she may have removed it often or that she cleans it fairly regularly. To think that some people can get attached to a piece of jewellery, Jonathan couldn’t judge others for what they do or for what they lost. He had planned on getting married himself once, had a rather expensive engagement ring bought and everything but he ended up running away when he found his partner on the sofa with someone else. The ring was still somewhere in the myriad of boxes that were still unpacked in his flat, not that he had any hope of using it at all. The thought of marriage just didn’t interest him anymore.
‘‘You’re thinking about him because he was a big part of your life, I assume the majority of your life. Living in an empty house for three years, you get used to it being empty but the moment you leave the house all of these feelings just come rushing back.’‘
‘‘Exactly, every time I leave the house it just comes back to me…’‘
Jonathan nods, he could relate to that in a way. Aura mouths a quiet ‘thank you’ to him, as to why he wasn’t sure. If anything the way he had so blatantly told her to move on in a circle filled with mourning people, ballsy. Jonathan decided that she was allowed one jab at him for that, just to get even. He had no doubt that he hurt her feelings, even if just a little bit.
Jonathan was surprised to find that these groups have refreshments in between sessions and afterwards, who would want to stick around long enough afterwards to enjoy a cup of probably very machine-made-level quality tea? Not a big coffee-day-drinker, drinks it in the morning and that’s it. Perhaps a cup at midnight if the dreams start to get to him, he’d rather not sleep if they do. He leans up against the outside of the gymnasium, staring out at the traffic. There was roadwork being done so the cars drove at even slower paces than they should, definitely infuriating.
Jonathan flinches, spilling hot coffee on his jacket. Luckily not a lot but enough to make it smell like coffee for the rest of the day, Aura had somehow managed to take him by surprise. She instantly began to dab away the coffee on his jacket with those thin napkins that she used to hold the hot paper cup, no doubt that she was burning her fingers at this point. Jonathan held out his hands to signal her to stop, it was fine. He wasn’t hurt, though he wish the coffee had somehow just hit his skin instead. Maybe then he would’ve felt something, Aura huffs.
‘‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you like that! I should really learn not to do that, perhaps I should stomp next time.’‘
She laughs, slightly amusing he supposes but not hilarious. Aura had tied her hair up in a lazy fashion, a rather messy ponytail. Suited her, Jonathan stares down into his now half empty cup of coffee. He uses the napkin she had given him to wipe off his hands, he didn’t want them to freeze solid in the English winter cold. No doubt there were colder places, such as Zermatt. He gives a silent sigh, he missed the mountains. So beautiful, no one knows him there. Maybe once this whole thing is over with he could go back, get Angela to help him with that. No doubt that the hotel wouldn’t want to hire him again but he could try, the smell of the crisp air and the sound of the nightly storms. Nothing could beat it really, he snaps back to reality.
‘‘Oh- I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about the feelings rushing back?’‘
Natural to think on things but as to why she tracked him down to ask about it was a bit uncomfortable, he wasn’t here to make friends. Jonathan could engage in friendly bit of chitchat but other than that, he was desperate to leave and to just go back to the flat. Jonathan refused to call that flat home, he had no place to call his home. He was just wandering from place to place.
‘‘They’re beyond our control aren’t they, feelings?’‘
Aura seemed unsure of something.
‘‘I suppose in majority of situations such as anger and sorrow, happy occasions and such. One might somehow ignore them, comes with time and experience.’‘
‘‘Isn’t it a bit sad to feel all numb?’‘
Jonathan’s lips part as to offer a rebuttal but he had to really think about that one. How does one feel sadness if one is numb to all emotions? Did he misjudge his own situation? Thinking back of the many nights he’s drunken himself to sleep made him realise that describing his state as being numb wasn’t correct. Jonathan was sad, sadness was the correct way to address the way he felt. It was all he felt, sadness. He wished he hadn’t had this conversation, he would’ve preferred to keep the idea of numbness intact. His heart stings, the sting travels up to his throat. Jonathan’s jaw tenses as he looks to Aura, a soft smile on her lips.
She gently pats his arm and returns back inside, leaving him and his now cold half-full cup of coffee. He wished that he hadn’t had that revelation just now, Jonathan sighs and pours the cold coffee into the nearby drain and crushes the paper cup. Tossing it in the nearby bin on his way back inside, there was still an hour left of today’s session. If he had it his way, he could easily avoid sharing anything if he just sat back.
There was nothing better than to see his triumph at the end of this group therapy, Jonathan smiles faintly. Running his hand over the top of the leather seat, he enjoys riding his bike everywhere. A car would be much better for shit weather like this but the triumph was faster, small enough to get in between the cars sometimes if he was in a hurry. He reached for the keys in his pocket, debating whether he should buy a new helmet as his eyes wander over the cracks to his old black and faithful helmet. He hasn’t used it much in the past when he rides but living in the city it’s bound to get him in trouble if he didn’t wear it, maybe he should see about retiring it in favour of a new one. This helmet was a bit outdated, he sighs and puts it on, adjusting the strap around his chin.
‘‘It’s been so nice to see you today Aura, we should get coffee sometime soon!’‘
As Jonathan mounts the bike, resting for a moment to observe the exchange between Aura and one of the other attendees. He wasn’t sure what to make of Owen, he seemed a bit out there. Not necessarily in a good or bad way but there was something not quite right, sat in the back of Jonathan’s throat. Aura smiles at Owen and gives him a rather supporting hug, like one you’d give to your siblings. Jonathan chuckles silently, seeing the faint red hue in Owen’s chubby cheeks come forth as Aura lets go.
‘‘I’ll let you know!’‘
Owen proceeds to walk the other way, very light in his steps. A bit forward to approach a widow at a support group like that, let alone develop some sort of attraction on the first day. Unless they’ve known each other for a long while, he could understand that. Aura smiles and waves at him, he wanted to get out of there before she had noticed him but it was a bit too late for that. Aura approached him, staring at the bike in what he could only perceive as awe. In his experience, women do tend to like the image of men riding motorcycles. Perhaps that aided his decision in picking out this particular ride, brought confidence but he loved riding it through the countryside. There was adrenaline, something that made him feel like he was still here. Still alive and kicking as they say, Jonathan never did away with his triumph. Having kept it in a storage unit for the last few years, it needed a decent ride out to the hills soon. Definitely around spring, he had to remind himself to mark the start down on the calendar.
‘‘Owen’s flirting with you.’‘
A look of total surprise comes over her, Aura brushes the lovely ginger locks out of her face. Combing them back, she had taken her hair out again. Jonathan didn’t mind, she looked pretty good with it up and down. Not that he was focused on that whatsoever, he looks down as he sticks the key into the ignition. He wasn’t all that fond of the button startup engines, most street-legal motorcycles have keys and wont start without one.
Jonathan fakes a small smile, he doubts that she could see through it. He’s had good practice over the years, Aura takes a step back. Her hands clutch onto her unbuttoned coat, wrapping the coat tighter around herself. Jonathan noted her figure under the coat, he couldn’t help it. He’s done that to almost every woman that crosses his path, Jonathan has been trying to abstain but sometimes the numbness could get to much for him to handle. He wasn’t the only man who sought to drown his sorrows inside another human being but Jonathan in particular wanted to try to resolve these emotions without going back to any of those unhealthy coping mechanisms that the event coordinator had told them about. Everyone has one or two unhealthy coping mechanisms. For him it was alcohol and women, perhaps that’s why he relies so heavily on riding his triumph. To get away from all of that, Aura folds her arms.
‘‘Owen, back there just now. He didn’t exactly mean for an exchange between two friends over a cup of overpriced coffee.’‘
Aura didn’t look pleased, Jonathan had been reading Owen’s body language through out the session. He’d often ask her things about her marriage to Frankie, how things have been. Owen reaches for her hands when Aura seems to want to cry, he was there at any given moment. Taking any and all opportunities to get into Aura’s good graces, to him it was obvious that Owen was looking to either create a romantic relationship with Aura or simply trying to have sex with her.
‘‘Owen has been a good friend, he’s had it really tough since his wife past away four months ago so just give him a break alright?’’
Her tone wasn’t much angry but annoyed, Jonathan stumbled over his own words. He didn’t mean to offend her, maybe he did, he wasn’t really sure.
‘‘I didn’t mean to-’‘
His eyes widened as she turned around and began walking down the streets, Jonathan leans back on his bike. Gripping tightly on the handlebars, his jaw tenses. He was pissed with himself now, was he rusty at reading other people? Did he somehow make a mistake by bringing it up? Ever since his mission to bring Roper down was over with, he’s found himself mindlessly blurting his thoughts out without much regards for others in the room. Maybe that’s why Jed never rang him back, Jonathan wasn’t sure as to how he should handle this situation. An apology was in order but what if he wasn’t wrong? Not as if it’s any of his business as to what happens between them, he wasn’t sure where this curiosity was coming from. Jonathan wasn’t here to make friends.
I know a place that could help you.
“Where is she?”
Even this so called day care was absolutely useless. None of these women knew a thing about Mia, she’s not a violent child. There was no way she started a fight in any form.
“Dr. Laing, I do hope that you’ll apologize for-”
“Piss off Sharon…”
He could hear Mia wailing in the corner of the playroom, she had been put there to rethink those things she had allegedly done. Just seeing her crying for him, it was horrible. Robert’s blood boiled, how stupid could they be?
Robert bends down and picks her up from the little pen that was created to hols the naughty children, like a prison cell. Like a jail for babies, they kept his little Mia imprisoned.
“Oh darling, it’s okay- Shh, it’s okay…”
Mia wraps her little arms around his neck, she seemed so relieved to see him. He could see Sharon and the other mums glaring at him, Robert rubs his daughter’s back. Comforting her, this whole situation must’ve been so terrifying. Having that boy screaming at her, her hair was a mess. Certainly from that kid pulling on his daughters pigtails. That little shit, if anything Sharon should be the one to apologize.
“Robert, about Michael-”
Robert covers Mia’s ears.
“That little shit hurt my daughter, do you really think Mia started anything? She’s two years old for Christ’s sake! Michael is four, he’s larger and heavy handed. Mia wouldn’t be able to overpower him if at all!”
Sharon’s face paled, huffing and puffing in order to find some semblance of an answer. Robert could feel the situation turning as the other mums started to step away from Sharon, not so tough with her bitch goons now is she?
“I expect Michael himself to apologise, I also do not want to see him anywhere near my daughter again. Do I make myself clear?”
Sharon gave a feeble nod, good. Robert turns and carries Mia out of the daycare centre. He should look for other places, Mia sniffles and snuggles into the crook of his neck. He was sure that she was very tired, what better than to go home and see mummy. Robert knew it was hard for Mia to be away from Y/N for this long but they both had jobs to maintain, maybe he could take the next two days off.
No one messes with Mia and gets away with it.
“Wow, look at all these drawings peanut!”
Arthur smiles, Joyce waddles about the hallway and babbled away. Pointing at the pretty pictures, Arthur assumes they were made by the children going here. He was patient and lucky to be able to secure a spot for his daughter. It was difficult, there soamy parents trying to get spots for their children at preschool. Specially the low income ones, Arthur heard from someone that this place was very friendly towards single parents which is what ultimately drew him here. He gets judged enough as is, fathering a child on his own in that shitty apartment.
“Hello, are you Arthur?”
He nods with a smile, Joyce steps behind his legs and hides away from the woman in front of them. She was shy, never really interacted with other children being all cooped up in that apartment. He knew that he should be teaching her to be nice to other children, maybe she could make some friends.
“You must be little miss Joy!”
The woman was a teacher and caretaker here at the preschool, she seemed nice. Arthur could trust her to take good care of Joyce, he leads his daughter into the room where the rest of the children were quietly giggling and drawing on pieces of paper. One was eating glue, he winced. The teacher gently takes Joyce’s hand and smiles, leading her over to one of the tables. Arthur smiles, Joyce looks at the other children as they offer to share their crayons with her. She would be just fine here, before he managed to turn around he feels her hugging his legs.
“Daddy will come back, don’t worry!”
Joyce cries, the teacher just smiles and carefully pried her away from Arthur’s legs. Picking her up and bouncing her, it was heartbreaking. Leaving her here, it was for the best. Arthur needed to work, he couldn’t take her into Ha-Ha’s anymore. This had to happen, Arthur closed the door and waves at his daughter who now cuddles up to the teacher that held her.
He looks forward to see her at the end of the day.
They still didn’t stop, Adam wondered if they even noticed he was still here. He was nauseated by the display, Ian’s hands all wrapped around Y/N’s waist as his lips assault her. It was all a bit much, Adam groans and folds his arms. Trying to look anywhere else but at them.
“No by all means, take your fucking time…”
No answer, all he could hear was the smacking of lips and Ian whispering to her. As heartwarming as this all was, it’s like Ian hasn’t seen her in a thousand years or something. It’s only been a few months.
Adam recoil in disgust as he caught Ian’s tongue slipping into Y/N’s mouth, he shudders.
“Ugh! Wow, okay- I’m still here!”
“Adam, just go into another room or something!”
Writing currently is going very slowly, I’m just sort of snailing on cause I’m trying to piece things together and stuff like that. I always have the beginning and the end already mapped out before writing the story, then I just fill it in.
As to what got me into writing? I’m not sure, I’ve just been writing since high school. Started off with poetry and plays and whatnot and then I found this place! So like, I guess that this place sort of got me into fanfiction specifically. Everyone in my family has a special talent or a thing that is uniquely them, my mom cooks, my dad draws and builds, my brother has metal work and my sister knits.
I write, I’ve tried other things like drawing and playing music and all of that but nothing seemed to stick out to me. Writing just became my favourite thing to do, other than interior design and all of that stuff.