-- those who wander

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; aiden o'connor. thirty-one. author. self-proclaimed adventurer

[aidenoconnorx]

now that you've taken cordelia's v-card, you think you're gonna get bored with her?

“Definitely not. Nothing’s been ‘boring’ since I met that woman an’ I highly doubt tha’s ever changin’“

[aidenoconnorx]

aidenoconnorx‌:

// the inbox is open

Aiden || Stevie || Cooper

[karadavers]

[the-karamel-blob]

I’m just happy. Like, that dopey grin, butterflies in my stomach happy. Is that cheesy?

[aidenoconnorx]

@cordeliamaeveisms

[aidenoconnorx]

Checking his new phone, Aiden stepped out of the way of the doors to Tea Break and sighed. He was feeling...out of sorts today. Not for any particular reason. Life was-- it’d been great lately. He had a girlfriend, one who couldn’t get enough of him and vice versa. He had a new direction, his eyes set on making more of himself in this town than being another human being struggling to function. Not that he judged anyone that was. It was fucking hard. But he didn’t wanna just exist here anymore. If he was staying, he wanted to grow, to thrive, or something akin to it. And he had family...one of which, wanted nothing to do with him, but he wasn’t giving up on that. And the other? She was late, but he couldn’t chastise her for it. He’d texted her out of the blue and though he could help the burn growing in his chest, he knew he couldn’t expect her to drop everything and come running.

He paced, hand grazing the spot with a sigh, hating that his shoulders felt so heavy. He could’ve gone to Cordelia, snuggled up in her lap and let her fingertips flit through his hair until the feeling faded, but somehow this just-- it felt different. It wasn’t hers or anyone’s problem to handle. It’d fade...but until then, he wanted to catch up with Ryleigh, see how she was feeling. Their conversation about Laney hadn’t been great. It wasn’t a blow out by any means, but it left him feeling awkward and he thought some coffee flavored bubble tea might help smooth some things over. It wasn’t long before he saw a wispy blonde in the distance and he pushed off the planter he found himself leaning against and waved slightly, “Hey there, hummingbird,” he said the moment she was within ear shot. The burn in his chest seemed to knot, urging him to resist any physical contact, but he snagged a short hug anyway, “A friend recommended this place. Figured we could try something new. What’d’ya think?” @ryleighmeadows​

[aidenoconnorx]

adelina-rivera‌:

“Fuuuck!” Adelina groaned, turning back swiftly to catch the city bus shut its doors behind her. The driver had put it in gear, ready to head off. She could see the massive tires starting to turn. “Wait! No, wait!” She shouted, smacking the side of the bus, metal stinging her hand. She could hear a boy tell the bus driver that she had been calling out and when he braked, she ran back in, found her store keys and jingled them in the air as she passed the driver again. “Forgot them…third time this week, I know, sorry.”

It was already ten minutes past her shift and she could almost feel her manager’s mouth teeming with his usual shit about ‘setting an example’ and ‘the rest of your co-workers are counting on you’. He should try having a sick and potentially dying mother at home that needed to be cared for on a constant basis (as much as she hated thinking of her mother dying, she had been mentally preparing herself for the worst for three months now). Luckily, she was the first person on the evening shift it seemed.

Throwing on a milk-stained apron she found abandoned in the back of house, she took over supervisor position from the afternoon shift and started filling out delegated tasks to that night’s employees in the handbook and once again, she noticed all of the afternoon tasks weren’t completed…leaving it all on her and her team that night. “No, que jodienda,” she muttered, placing the book by one of the registers. “Hold on…Amira!” She called out to the previous shift who was making her way out the door suspiciously quick.

Amira turned and sighed heavily. “Yes, Adelina?” “How are you gonna leave me with this mess again?? Didn’t we talk about this at the meeting? I can’t keep picking up after your shit.” Adelina could sense customers watching the two but she didn’t care. “It was busy! You know how it is, kids get out of school and raid the store with a bunch of orders!” “And what about us? We’re busy at night too. We also get lines out the door but I still manage to get shit done!” “Look, I’m late for my dance rehearsal, we can talk about this over text.” And with that, she walked out, leaving Adelina with her mouth slightly agape, turning to look at her team, who all stood, watching. She shook her head. “I can’t with her. Sorry y’all but it’s gonna be a long night, apparently. Tony, you’re on bar, everyone just…clean, get things stocked. I’ll take the orders.” She tied the owner-less apron behind her back and removed a sharpie from its left pocket. Her eyes met the next customer in line, she smiled and gave her usual, automatic greeting.

“Hi, how are you? What can I get for you today?”

Aiden watched the scene play out, his normally more hollow eyes looking fresher and more focused than they usually were when he came in. Mainly because it wasn’t the crack of dawn and sleep was actually becoming a regular thing. It was hard to believe, even for him, but he felt pretty fucking good these days. Enough to be present for Lina’s little spat and he can’t help but tilt his head as he steps up, a smirk lining his features as he looks from her to the door. “Sounds like someone’s havin a rough evenin already,” he replies, pretending to glance at the menu in order to avoid the wrath of anyone behind him. There was a person, maybe two, so he didn’t feel too guilty about holding things up a bit. “For what it’s worth, I can’t blame ya. I’d be pissed too.”

He hummed to himself before pulling his eyes back to hers. “Can I get my usual?” he asked, already fishing for his wallet. “Black coffee and a surprise slice of pie” He’d been coming to Sunset Cafe since he moved to town two years ago and while he’d made time to try the other coffee shops and diners in the area, he always came back here. It generally had good ambience, quiet enough to get some writing done, and if things like this had been going on the last few weeks, he’d been oblivious to it. Maybe due to his usual morning visits or you know-- he’d been too tired to notice. Still, he always tried to be somewhat friendly with staff, Adelina being one despite the only coming sporadically during her shifts. 

“How’re you doin today, other than the obvious?”

[aidenoconnorx]

cordeliamaeveisms‌:

Her entire body had been on fire, bursting into flames under his very touch as his tongue to work its magic, causing her to tighten her to let her fingers slip from between the strands, opting instead to bundle the sheets in her hands as her back arches slightly off her bed, trying her best to keep his eyes on him though they begged to roll to the back of her head. Blunt nails digging into soft skin, the vibrations against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he speaks is her undoing. *Surrender. Dear god, she was sure she would never hear anything sexier for the rest of her years to come. Then again, Aiden was someone who’d seemingly continued to surprised her — she’d made a mental note that jesus, that tongue did far more than just speak beautiful words. Cordelia let legs relax in his grasp, trying her best to let her body unravel, though she found it hard as she edged toward her peak. “Never fucking stop, Aiden. Jesus, I didn’t think I could love yer mouth more,” she whimpers out, a loud moan chasing her words. Her stomach tightens her toes tingling the further he ventures, the more her jaw clenched, the ability to form coherent sentences escaping her completely as knees begin to buckle, and she can’t help but keep his gaze, let him know what he’s doing to her with every drag of his tongue, lapping up her juices as they leak out, her breath heaving as her nails embed their prints on the surface of the sheets, leaving their marks into the delicate fabric. 

“I-I’m,” the words come out strained, almost begging him to push her over the edge of the mountain she’d been climbing into a pool of a complete and total ecstasy. The word repeating like a scratched CD in the back of her mind. Surrender. So, that’s what she’d do.  “I’m so close baby, please, keep going. I’m fucking begging you, finish me off.” Pale flesh lifts of the mattress, her back arching as her head presses into the pillow, eyes lifting to the ceiling, a desperate attempt to regain any of the control she’d lost, though it fell mute with the next words that’s passed through her lips without a second thought. “God, I want you inside of me, right fucking now.”

Every word that dripped spurred him forward, the heat coiling behind his navel rushing south and fuck-- he never wanted or needed her more. He can feel her tensing, no doubt growing closer and closer to climax with every second and the thought of her coming undone on his tongue alone? He might've unraveled, but lucky for them both, his endurance was something he prided himself on. He could do this all fucking night especially with the show she was giving him, their eyes still connected, though he could see each wave of pleasure cross her features. It's not until her back arches that they finally break and his eyes and chin tip down, his nose grazing her clit as he slips further, the tip of his tongue circling her core. She curses, eliciting a deeper moan, and he doesn't question as he sits up and quickly shoves off the last bit of his clothing, allowing his hardened cock to spring free and a sense of fleeting relief to wash over him. Every bit of his being was screaming to obey her, to take her right now, no fucking hesitation, but he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coating it with the remainder of her juices as he kissed back up her figure, his chest heaving as he fought to catch some semblance of breath. 

He didn't move slow-- fuck, he couldn't bear it but as he met her lips, capturing them  he used his free hand to position himself and his other to shift her hips, making sure the angle was comfortable. "As you wish, Princess," he teases against her lips, pressing his hips forward, pushing the tip of his cock inside of her. She's so tight, he has to remind himself to breathe and he's groaning, his nails digging further at the pressure from just the fucking tip. His jaw clenches, resisting the urge to just thrust and bury himself in her warmth as he kisses her again, "Fuckin hell, Cordelia, you feel so fucking good..." he murmurs, letting her adjust to him, before sinking further.

[aidenoconnorx]

Thank you for the out pour of kind and encouraging words guys! I really appreciate it. I didn’t expect many people to check it out, let alone reach out, so it was really touching. 

You guys are AMAZING! <3 <3

[aidenoconnorx]

marisolalvarezismss‌:

It was a slow day. Having finished up a few big events over the course of the past week and still having some time before any more of their new big events were suppose to take place, Sol had mainly spent her day going over a few more details, adding more inspiration to her shared Pinterest boards, checking to see if she had any new prospective clients, and such. Hearing from her receptionist through her com that Aiden was here brought a bright smile to her face. Sure, they weren’t clingy or anything, but she was beginning to miss him. Putting her things away and leaving her office, she happily headed his way. “Aiden! What a pleasant surprise!” She engulfed the much taller man in a hug, standing on her tippy-toes to place a kiss on his cheek. As she pulled back, she took his hands in hers and smiled brightly. She was extremely affectionate with those she considers being close to, always wanting to make sure that they knew how much she cared for them. “What’s the occasion? I know that it hasn’t been that long since we last saw each other, but it certainly felt like a long time. I’m so happy to see you!”

A smile lit his face as he heard her voice and he stood up on reflex, bracing for a hug. They had always been an affectionate pair, which Aiden had come to accept no matter how gruff he felt at times he was always a touchy feely guy, so he expected nothing less than her arms wrapping around him and vice versa. Even the kiss on the cheek was an innocent thing and though he was here to discuss some new boundaries, he didn’t think that should be added. It was a weird feeling, really, having to dissect your relationship with someone and sort of cut out pieces that no longer fit. So far one was left completely mangled...so much so, he wasn’t sure he and Ellie would come back from it. He doubted he and Sol’s would suffer as much...but it didn’t change the difficulty. If he wanted Cordelia to be comfortable with his friendships, it had to be done. She trusted him, yes, but that didn’t mean he could conduct business as usual at least not with Sol.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said giving her a squeeze before releasing, their hands linked, “I’m thinkin lunch? It ain’t been long but surprisingly I’ve got a lot to catch you up on. Life’s been kinda a rollercoaster lately and I’m just hittin a bit of a plateau. So what’d’ya say? Wanna grab a bite with me?” 

[aidenoconnorx]

enzo-ghamo‌:

“eh, i don’t really go around boasting about it, but i’m one of those people who’d be verbally attacked because i prefer it over coffee.” people these days were coffee crazy, especially with starbucks and dunkin, which he could never understand. “well there’s tea break a few blocks over that has good bubble tea, if they’re up that alley. i think they have hot teas too, but for hot i just stick with the grind.” 

listening to aiden’s mild catch up, he can’t help himself from the slight shocked expression. “sounds like a soap opera plot. but at least you made it out, right?” at his question, though, enzo lets out light laugh.“is that a trick question? i mean i practically live here, man. but go on.” 

“Yeah, I don’t blame ya. Feels like coffee’s a religion for some of these folk,” he said with a chuckle, already picturing his sister’s face now, her nose scrunched in disbelief. Did she like tea? Fuck, he was failing at this active listener thing. “bubble tea, huh? that actually sound up my sister’s alley. I swear as much as I love Dayton, it gets kinda stale if you’re not blowing your money on blow and clubs,” he chuckled again, flipping through his notebook to find his notes.

They were...jumbled to say the least. His headspace, even after Cordelia’s surprise visit had been anything but linear. He had bits of blog posts, poems, laments, and ideas scattered in the margins, along the sides-- at one point he had even turned the thing upside down. Talk about evidence of a mental break. “Fucking barely, it was hellish but yeah-- I’m intact,” Aiden said rotating his journal, before looking up and around their little nook toward the stacks then back to Enzo. “Hey, with the week I’ve had? I dun wanna make any assumptions. But I’ve noticed this place has been slow for a bookstore and you know, in general lately. I mean, I like my peace and quiet as much as the next bibliophile...but I dunno. I’ve been getting a stinkin suspicion things might be goin rough, what do you think?”

[aidenoconnorx]

hiatus update; putting it all on the table

hey all !  So today is my last day of hiatus and while i’m not generally open to the public about my mental state, I’m trying to be more open about how I’m feeling especially when it involves other people. So I’ll be back posting today, I’ve already got all of Aiden’s queued and I’ll be working on the others. 

For the last few days I’ve been prepping/trying to reconnect and catch up with people and the on-goings here, but it’s been a struggle. The thought of just writing yesterday and in the few hours i’ve been up have made me feel anxious to the point I had to stop and will myself to relax. I want to push through whatever it is, because I do love this group. So things may seem slow going or flat. Just know it’s not that I’m not into it or I’m being apathetic about things on purpose. It’s something I hope to work on in the next few days. Hopefully it’ll pass but if not, I may have to step back and leave the group entirely. Which’ll suck, but yeah, I’d rather do that than hog face claims and slow down plots.

So yeah, that’s where I am right now. Thanks for ya’lls patience and I hope to get in the groove again soon. 

Till then and to anyone reading, I APPRECIATE YOU and remember

[aidenoconnorx]

sylvialopez‌:

the door to the g spot opened with a chime. sylvia had been convinced that she needed this pretty silver butt plug that they were sold out of the last time she had wandered in here, unable to stop herself from imagining using it. it had been sitting in a glass display in the corner, a new arrival that had her wide eyed with wonder. shiny things that were a downfall for her, especially aesthetically pleasing and able to be used while camming. or maybe luca would be into it, but if not there’d be a couple dozen others in this town to try it out with. sylvia’s day off was not like other people’s. no sweats, instead completely done up with a high ponytail and a beat to the gods face of makeup. no eye contact was made to the guy at the register, only a slide smirk at the girl stocking a shelf. her heels clicked while she moved to the back corner, pleased to see that what she had come for had been replenished.

the second to last person she expected to be in the g spot was aiden. last was cory, so it was only fitting. his voice was still mesmerizing, a southern gruffness to it. but it was smoother than normal and as soon as she turned her head to see him, she knew she was right. relaxed face, usual tired eyes clear. sylvia wondered if she liked him more with hallow looking eye sockets and erratic behavior. she sniffed and went back to admiring the silver and gem encrusted toy in it’s case while she spoke. “my business is pleasure, i’m surprised you haven’t put two and two together.”

knees bent down a little, grabbing a box from the new stock before turning a little to show it off. she was about to say something nasty, allude to how aiden should replace this butt plug with his own dick or something when she spotted something under his arm. small and able to be concealed, but sylvia used her free hand to pull the bottle of lube away from him. the refreshed nature? the boring choice of lubricant? oh yeah cory had given it up to his guy.

pretty nails made a clicking sound on the plastic of it while gripping the bottle, eyes moving from the lube to aiden and her lips twisting into an unmanageable grin. “holy shit, you’re getting laid. fucking finally. what’s it like fucking a virgin? does she make you look her in the eyes while you both cum together? y’all’s kids are gonna be weird looking and buy twenty dollar grams i swear to fucking christ.”

“I mean-- I got that part. Suppose I just meant...” he trailed off, knowing better than to finish it. He had no business inquiring about what Sylvia did in her off hours. At least not anymore. Though his head tilted, admiring the way the light bounced off the silver and let his mind trail to Cordelia again. There were so many things, a whole fucking world of them to explore. They were at the starting line, but he filed it away as a maybe when he felt Sylvia snatch the bottle of oil from under his arm. He made no move to resist. There were much more embarrassing things he could’ve been caught with and chances are she’d just chide him about being unimaginative and move on. 

But the sound of her nails, combined with her moment’s pause...and that unsettling grin? He was wrong. So so wrong. “What do you mean finally?” he asked cocking an eyebrow at her before the questions began to roll, each word that spilled from her lips more confusing than the last. He hadn’t seen her since the cafe, which despite feeling like a millennia ago was only what? Three or four weeks at best. There was no fucking way he’d told her, well-- any of this. “Wait wait wait, back up--  how do you even...” It took a second for it to click. There was only one way and he found himself chuckling, his hand moving to rub the bridge of his nose. “This town is way too fucking small. Please don’t tell me you’ve made out with her too, cause that would be down right unfair,” His hand drops and gestures for the bottle, “If you know her, then we definitely can’t be talkin about it. You should be able to get the details from her-- which...does she know that we, well it’s not like ‘we’, more like I-- but fuck, this is a head fuck if there ever was one...”

[aidenoconnorx]

olliedavis‌:

Since Ollie didn’t even know what exactly it was that the other boy did, it wasn’t really making the most sense to him. He wasn’t about to admit it for fear of sounding stupid though he just nodded along to what was being said. They shook hands and Ollie couldn’t help but feel like he made the right choice in sharing his real name. He knew how things worked at Plan B though, it was the same as any other strip club after all. “Maybe don’t go around sharing my name with others though. Not everyone wants to know it with the best intentions in mind.” He didn’t doubt Aiden knew what he meant and, for some reason, he trusted him not to get him in trouble but he felt better putting it out there. It put them all on the same page. 

“She’s one of the best at Plan B so I’m not surprised at all. Actually, I’m impressed you managed to hold it together. I know I wouldn’t have been so lucky if I was in your place and I was into women at all.” He wasn’t lying either. Ollie knew for a matter of fact that Plan B only employed the best so a dance from once of the strippers while drunk would make it hard for someone to control themselves. He aimed a cheeky wink the other boy’s way at the promise to request him. “I’ll hold you to that.” Even though Ollie wasn’t the kind of person to get embarrassed over his actions, he hadn’t been expecting the whole town to find out about his threesome in the bathroom. Some part of him was proud about it, but it still felt a little weird seeing first hand how people who were not even with them that day knew all about it. Aiden’s description did get a good laugh out of him though. “I think the whole town was at that party. And yeah, I guess you could say that. I’d say I would never do it again but it was fun. Hundred per cent recommend.” 

Aiden raised an eyebrow at his request? Statement? “No problem. This ain’t exactly my first rodeo. You’re secret is safe with me,” he chuckled, “At least until my book comes out. Then you’re kinda screwed,” It was a joke, besides anyone that read his writing knew he changed all the names. Were they good names? That was highly debatable, but at least they weren’t the same. 

“That woman-- god,” he shook his head, quickly pushing her image from his head. As attractive as B-- Sylvia was, it wasn’t gonna happen. Not with the way things were going with Cordelia and he was ok with that. “I’m sure you have the same effect, I’ll have to make sure I lay off the booze to be safe,” Aiden tossed him a playful wink back before giving in to taking a swig of his drink as he listened to Ollie laugh. As nice as the guy’s company was, it was starting to get late. Factor in a good clean scrub and he’d be pushing it quite a bit. Which...felt weird. He’d never been beholden to anyone like this, let alone in such a short time. Not that Cordelia demanded it...he just...felt like it was the right thing. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt too much though “I mean-- if I was, you gotta be right. I’ll have to mark it in my ‘Must Try Before I Settle Down’ list. Till then though, I’ll have to just live vicariously through you,” Aiden chuckles.

[aidenoconnorx]

-laneymeadows‌:

the same tedious music from plan b echoed in the background as oceanic hues stare down as the still unnamed contact’s number scrolls across her screen, and her finger is just hovering over the decline, begging to be pressed and it’s almost as if she were seventeen again, hesitant to hear the familiarized voice that beckons. she wants to click it closed, write see you when i see you.. but this is aiden, this was family, the same tugging at the heart when she’d seen ryleigh, that she’d thought died long ago . god, it really was her achilles fucking heel, wasn’t it? the longing to forget, though she knows she never will, the life she’s left behind is continuously following her about, knocking at her cold heart’s door, so instead her finger is turning to the green, a heavied sigh coming from her lips as she brought it to her ear, lashes fluttering shut the moment his voice rang strong, the same country draw, though now more matured, is still the same. the tone, the inflection, the god damned pain.

“that makes one of us… like i said, you’ve got 10 minutes. what do you want, aid?”

that makes one of us...

She wasn’t pulling any blows, was she? Did she really have that much distaste from him? Or was it more than that now. After six years, he didn’t know how much it could have festered...how much she could grow to hate their circumstances. To hate him. He could feel his chest ache, a dull pang shooting through with each heave, “Fuck, Laney, there’s a million and one things I want, but the main thing? I want to see you, I want to hash whatever this is out,” Because he honestly didn’t understand. Not wanting the responsibility? Ok, fine. It wasn’t as if he asked for it either. But just-- disappearing in the middle of the night... he had to clench his jaw, already feeling heat creeping up his neck before letting out a sigh. “And honestly? As much as I wanna know why, I know it doesn’t matter. All that matters is what comes next...”

[aidenoconnorx]

enzo-ghamo‌: 

here enzo sat at his and aiden’s spot a bit hidden away in the bookshop. it was one of the only spots in there for genuine solitude, something he constantly craved. though this was his and aiden’s spot, he would often be found here without him too, using his bag on the seat across from him to refrain from having someone else sit with him. was it a bit selfish? maybe. but it would save whoever would think to sit there the awkward silence of enzo not wanting any sort of small talk. aiden was the only exception to this rule, primarily because they had some of the same passions. plus, he wasn’t overbearing like some people in this town can tend to be. speak of the devil, there he was now, walking up to the table. 

“hey man.” enzo nodded up to him, placing his bookmark in his book and folding it closed. “no problem, i would’ve probably still been here even if you took an hour, so don’t sweat.” he reassured him while putting his book away into his bag. “fine, nothing interesting, but i’m finally kind of.. adjusting to town, i think. i’m finding out what the more dormant hours of the town are compared to others— and good tea spots..” he trailed off, leaning back in his chair comfortably. “you?” 

“those hours are few and far between,” he chuckled, taking a swig from his cup as he settled in. “I never would’ve pegged you for a tea guy though,” Not that he knew a lot about Enzo aside from his taste in literature, which was spot on. Tea had never been Aiden’s...well-- cup of tea, but as he placed his cup on the table he shrugged, “Got any recommendations? I might know someone who’d find it interesting,” Did Cordelia like tea? God-- there was still so much to learn about so many people. His journals practically filled themselves. 

reaching into his satchel, he hummed as he pulled on out, the cover a crisp black aside from a few lines were he’d rolled it back. “Last week was a gambit that’s for sure,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Broke a heart and had a bit of a midlife crisis, but other than that, pretty solid. Actually have an idea, but I wanted your opinion...you’ve been coming here quite a bit since you moved, yeah?”

[chriswoodnetwork]

[aidenoconnorx]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.    peace or war?   sun or stars?   flowers or trees?   crescent moon or full moon?   streets or skyscrapers?   rooftops or balconies?   ink or glitter?   life or death?   order or chaos?   candle or bonfire?   ocean or sky?   leather or silk?   sweet or sour?   overstimulation or understimulation?   book or letter?   soft or coarse?   fight or flight?   spoken or written?   silver or gold?   playing cards or tarot cards?   circles or angles?   cramped or vast?   checkers or chess?