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LIVE NOW; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, (soft)dom!matt/sub!reader, one night stand, praise kink, MATT THE MUNNCHHH!!!

wc: 4,860

a/n: REQUESTED! - guys i only specified the drink bc one of the lyrics is “been drinking something blue” which is apparently a cocktail so that’s why!! - ALSO i obvi know the triplets are from boston, but for the sake of this story (and for it obviously being fiction) and it matching up with the song, a lot of it isn’t matched up to their lives/living arrangements!!

SYNOPSIS: When you and your friends make plans to go to the bar, the last thing you expected to see was a man that captivated you so dangerously.. another thing you didn’t see coming was the way you immediately fell for him..

taglist!: @chrissv4mp (i hope you like it 🫶🏻) @mattybsgroupie @jetaimevous @emotionalblues @y0urval3ntine @mattstrombolii

Matthew Sturniolo was a heart breaker.. at least that’s what you labeled him as.

You met him on a night out when you were visiting Boston. You and your friends had planned a night out down at the bar. Chatting to each other, your eyes couldn’t help but catch on the backside of a man that was talking with the bouncer. His arms were crossed, but one of his hands would occasionally move out to gesture about whatever he was talking about.

He wore a loose brown t-shirt, paired with cargo pants that were a lighter shade of brown than his shirt. Scattered tattoos covered his left arm as they immediately caught your attention, some covered by his sleeve. A backwards hat was placed on his head. The dim lighting of the area made his eyes more noticeable, the blue hue hypnotizing compared to the black sky.

It was obvious what he was doing.. especially when he went for a handshake.

The man started to make his way inside, but not without looking back as he spares a fleeting glance to you. Even at the slight glimpse of him, a shiver had passed through you. The dark, faulty lamp above the door had accentuated his already sharp features, mesmerizing you.

“Y/N, hello?” Your friend snapped you out of your daze, quite literally snapping her fingers. You blink before realizing, quickly catching up with your group and following them as they make their way up to the bouncer.

“Sorry.” You mumble, though you knew no one could hear. Showing your ID’s, the muscular guard deems you guys access - though, clearly he doesn’t care about who he lets in as long as he gets the money for it.

Stepping inside, your eyes wander the unfamiliar area. It was a nice place - people talking and dancing, no spilt drinks coating the floor or angry drunk men lashing out for no reason - no, this place looked clean, upstanding. Your friends rush to find an empty table, but you part from them as you head to the bar. Sitting down on an unoccupied seat, you patiently wait for the bartender to come by and take your order as your eyes still dart around the new place.

As soon as the bartender makes his rounds, he saddles up over by you. “What can I get you?” He asks, a heavy Boston accent seeping through his words.

“Can I get ‘something blue’?” You ask, tapping your fingers on the bar table. You make eye contact with him as he nods, mumbling a, “sure.” You subtly watch the way he skillfully makes the drink, impressed by how easy he makes it look. Once he hands it to you, you send him a polite smile before sipping on it as your eyes wander around to see if you could find your friends.

Before you could locate them, you hear the chair beside you squeak as a presence makes itself known. Not being able to stop yourself, your head turns to find out who it is. The same man that you were watching when you were outside sat beside you, a charming smile on his pretty pink lips. He looked even more handsome close up, defined cheekbones sticking out as his blue eyes illuminate from the lighting of the club.

Introductions were made as you sip on your blue drink, Matt’s matching colored eyes watching the way your lips wrap around the glass. His attitude was captivating, a sweet, but inexplicable quality about him that drawn you so close to him somehow. You didn’t know what it was - he was beyond attractive, of course, but that wasn’t it. Something about him was just so charming; the way he held himself, the way he talked to you with respect, but left some room for a few jokes, a chuckle leaving your lips every time.

It was no doubt he had people at their knees for him.

As his hand creeps forward, it hovers over your thigh before he speaks up. “Can I do this?” Matt hums, his eyes following yours. At your nod, his lips curl up as his large palm settles on your skin, the dress you decided to wear riding up because of your sitting position. His touch felt nice, like there was no malice or hostility behind it. His palm was chilly, despite the warm, sweaty air that surfaced the busy bar, sending a shiver down your spine.

Matt notices as his smirk only widens, his thumb grazing your skin softly as he rubs small circles on it. His inhales through his nose as he looks around the place, noticing his two brothers chatting with a friend they met up with - given, that’s what Matt was supposed to be doing. But as soon as he saw you outside, he knew he had to have you. Your pretty face, your figure in your dress, the eye contact you made with him.. he hadn’t even talked to you and he was already captivated. He needed your attention.

Your eyes watch the way he searches the place, giving you the perfect opportunity to reach for your phone. Turning it on with a tap to the screen, you read the time before silencing the notifications. Licking your lips, as the taste of the alcohol lingers, you set your phone back down just in time for when Matt turns back to you. Your blown pupils study the way his pink tongue slides over his top teeth, your desires only growing as the seemingly innocent act sends heat down your body.

The music blares in the club as your ears finally tune it in again. The entire conversation with Matt made your ears only focus on him, not the loud, shitty music or the obnoxious laughing that sounds from inside the club. It felt like you were sitting here for hours talking to him, though, it’s only been several minutes.. at least, that’s what you’d guess.

An idea pops into your head as the song flows through your ears. Taking a deep breath, you decide to jump the gun as you say, “Wanna dance?” You’ve never asked anyone to dance before at a bar, let alone found someone you wanted to dance with - besides your friends. This was something new, but the way Matt made you feel in the short period of time you’ve gotten to know him was also something new.. and you weren’t gonna let it go to waste.

Matt’s lips curl up into a smile as he nods. “Yeah, c’mon.” He says, though low enough that it’s almost drowned out by the music. You replicate his smile at his acceptance, shooting up from your spot at the bar, downing the last sip of your drink. You take his hand in yours as you weave through the crowd, Matt following behind you closely. Once you find a spot that has enough room between friends and couples, you turn to him as he chuckles.

“I’m not a dancer.” Matt tries to warn you over the booming song. His eyes don’t stray from you once, even with the random, social people that envelop the space around him.

You shake your head in response. “Neither am I.” You reassure with a smile.

As the music progresses and the songs change, your back makes contact with his front as your bodies form a rhythm, moving in sync with each other. You welcome the warmth of his palms on your hips, letting yourself relax into him as your head rests on the back of his shoulder. Your eyes travel over to him as you make contact, his blue irises already trained on you. It was like he was held captive by you, your entire being so addicting. Your hips pushed back into him as Matt licks his lips, greedy eyes taking in every movement of yours.

Despite Matt claiming he couldn’t dance, he fell into your rhythm quickly. He couldn’t get enough of the way your body felt against his. The warmth of you mixing with his growing need for you only driving him further. Your eyes didn’t help either. The way you looked at him, it was as if an angel herself was taking time out of her day to pay attention to him. And who was he to take this for granted?

“You wanna come back to my hotel with me?” Matt whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning along your ear as goosebumps form on your skin from the feeling. A smirk curls on your lips at his question as you take your bottom lip between your teeth in thought.

Before you could stop yourself, you nod. “Yeah.” You mumble, looking up at him. His eyes alone could’ve convinced you, the enthralling blues putting you in a trance. At your answer, Matt smirks as his hands squeeze your hips.

Without thinking, you both rush out of the bar as you chuckle, darting for his black car that was parked on the side of the road. Your hand was in his as you run for it, stumbling in your heels. You laugh before stopping as you crouch down, tossing them off of your feet before picking them up in your hand.

“Give me ‘em.” Matt says, his free hand reaching out. When you hesitate, he notices the way you didn’t want him to hold them if he didn’t want to. He takes them in his hand, his fingers tightening their grip as he picks up his pace again, not letting you deny his actions.

The scene felt as if it was pulled straight from a romcom, you and this - practically - stranger running down the sidewalk together, Matt holding your heels as you hold hands, you barefoot as you laugh, the cool air brushing along your exposed skin. Everything felt so natural with him, and you’ve barely known him for two hours. It was absurd, the way you were so happy with him; the way you wanted to do anything to impress him. It’s been too long since you’ve felt like this with anyone, it was refreshing.. but also terrifying. But at the moment, it didn’t even cross your mind. All you cared about was you and him as you rushed to his car.

Situating yourself in the passenger seat, you smile as he shuts the door behind you. Rounding his car, Matt sits himself in the drivers seat as he places your heels on the backseat before turning on his car, vibrating slightly as the engine revs. Pulling out of his parking spot, he reaches out to turn the radio on, letting the music radiate through the car. Your window was half open as the cool night breeze sends chills down your body, goosebumps forming on your previously warm skin.

“I need to stop at the ATM.” You turn your head to look at him. You knew that if you were going back to the hotel with him, you were sure to buy something, whether it be food or drinks. Matt glances at you with an unimpressed look, but makes a right turn as he drives near the bank. If you were honest, you knew he wasn’t going to make you pay for anything, but who does it hurt to pretend?

As Matt parks the car, you dash out to the ATM. It doesn’t take long to do your transferring before you rush back to his dark car, sitting back inside on the passenger seat. Buckling your seatbelt, you tuck your small purse beside you. Sending him a smile as you make eye contact with him, you pick up the desire in his eyes. The sight made your thighs subconsciously clench as it results in Matt’s smirk widening.

“Let’s go, pretty girl.” He hums, putting the car in drive again as he pulls out of the parking lot and down the road, making his way towards the hotel him and his brothers were staying at for the week. Silently, you had wondered why they were staying at a hotel since, when you had first started talking at the bar, Matt had revealed that this is where he grew up, in Boston. Traveling to LA was a toll on the boys, but they did it to see their family. The only conclusion you could come up with is that they didn’t want to bother them with staying out so late, only to wake them up when they come back. Either way, it wasn’t necessarily any of your business.. besides, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t grateful they were staying at a hotel and not their parents house.

The radio blares music as it takes over your mind, the melody and lyrics luring you in. You hum along quietly before letting out a laugh as Matt begins to speak. Jokes are thrown back and forth as you two get closer and closer to the hotel, chuckles and giggles being heard over the music. Everything felt so carefree, like it was meant to be this way. It was so easy to let go around him. In the back of your mind, you knew how reckless this was; letting this random, handsome stranger intrigue you so much to let him take you back to his hotel, convinced of your own image of your chemistry with him. But you truly couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment, the only thing on your mind being alone with Matt in his hotel room.

Matt’s car stops as he parks, the sign of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel large on the building. You knew this place was expensive, so it shocked you as your eyes traveled the exterior. Matt notices your reaction as he chuckles, unbuckling his seat as he shuts off his car.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He says, opening his side door before making his way around and helping you out. As you make your way inside, you couldn’t help but gawk at the interior. Matt doesn’t give you enough time to appreciate it as he tugs you to the elevator, wanting to get to his room as soon as possible.

Pushing the button for his floor, your eyes can’t help but linger on his long fingers. They were skinny, but you could tell he knew how to work them. It made you lick your lips as your eyes trail up, looking at his perfectly sculpted side profile before he turns. The second the doors close, Matt has his hands on your waist as he smashes his lips against yours. The sudden force makes you groan into the kiss, your back hitting the wall of the elevator, your hands moving up to his neck. Your tongues prod at each other, tangling as the kiss grows messy.

Matt’s hand glides down your hips, cold fingertips grazing your bare thigh, eliciting goosebumps to form. You could feel the way he smirks into the kiss from your bodies reaction. His head turns more, giving him better access to taste you against him. You still had the remaining flavor of alcohol etched on to your tongue as Matt groans at the taste of it. Thankfully, he hadn’t drank before you left, driving sober the entire time.

Before his hand could travel further, the ding of the elevator breaks you both out of your daze. Inhaling sharply as Matt pulls away, your eyes notice the way his pink lips are now swollen, turning into a darker red shade. He licks his lips, inhaling deeply as he takes your hand again, muttering another, “c’mon.”

Darting down the hallway, he finds his room number before sliding the keycard into the slot before it pings and a green light is shown. Twisting the handle, Matt lets you walk in before shutting the door behind him.

“This is beau—” You start before Matt’s lips cut you off again, greedily wanting your taste again. His hands grasp your hips, pulling you close to him as your bodies press together, your hands moving to his hair as you kiss back with the same fervor. It was clear your desperation for each other, it was obviously reciprocated. The way his fingers clutch at your skin through the material of your dress, pleading to feel more.

“Shh, baby. Let me take care’a you.” Matt whispers, his breath hot against your lips as his hand moves up to cup your cheek. You make eye contact with him as you nod, your chest heaving from your lack of air. “Good girl.” He coos before backing you up against the bed and lays you down, hovering above you.

His lips immediately attach to your neck, wet, sloppy kisses pressing to the skin. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, one of them trailing up to the back of his head as your fingers sift through his hair. Your lips part as you breathe, occasional nips and sucks being forced onto your skin, eliciting a shaky exhale from you. His lips turn up in response, his kisses traveling down as seconds go by.

Kissing down your neckline, Matt’s soft lips soothe you as he gets lower and lower. His large palms move up your thighs, teasingly grazing his fingertips over the edge of your dress. “Can I take this off, sweetheart?” He asks softly, slightly muffled by the way his lips don’t leave your warm skin. Every part of you craved him, mind and soul. Your body heated up at his close proximity, not being able to control the way he effects you in every way.

You nod quickly, the pillow rustling beneath your head. You needed it off, you needed him to touch you. Matt smiles at your response, not wasting any time as his hands slowly bring it down, revealing your bare chest and panties left on your exposed body. Your nipples immediately harden from the temperature in the room, not ready to be shown to two prying eyes.

Matt hums, gently leaving the fabric at the end of the bed. He kicks his shoes and socks off as he settles back on top of you, licking his swollen lips as his blue irises take in your pretty form. Hair splayed across the pillow, body impatiently waiting for him as you try to stay as still as possible, wanting his next movement to be soon.. now.

He smirks at your eagerness, but also realizes that he couldn’t tease you for it.. he was just as eager, if not more. His hands slide up your bare thighs, an inhale eliciting from you. “So responsive.” Matt mumbles, more so to himself, but his low tone makes heat travel down your body. “‘M’gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” He promises, leaning down as he takes your nipple in his mouth, lathering the sensitive area in his saliva, his warm tongue darting out to wet it. The contact makes you let out a breathy moan, your hand going to the back of his head again. Your fingers subconsciously clutch his hair as Matt moans against your nipple in response. The vibration made you gasp, paired with the way Matt’s other hand moves up to squeeze your other boob, your back arching slightly off of the bed and close to his chest.

Once Matt pulls away from your chest, you’re left with several marks on your skin, surrounding, on and near your breasts. He slowly makes his way down, kissing down your stomach as he teasingly nips at the skin just above your waistband on your panties. His teeth clamp on the thin fabric, looking up at you as your breath hitches. He leans down, taking your underwear with him as his lips curl up, noticing his effect on you. As he gets halfway, he leans back and pulls them off, tossing them as he presses kisses to your knees, all the way back up to your inner thighs.

Your thighs tense at the feeling, wanting to just suffocate his pretty face between them. A low chuckle reaches your ears as Matt notices your every move, loving the way you react to him. His hands move under your thighs, placing them atop his shoulders as his fingers dig into the soft skin. His pink lips tease over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted - needed him.

“You want this, sweet girl?” Matt asks lowly, blue eyes meeting your from between your legs. He asks that as if he can hear your thoughts, your chest rising and falling faster and faster as you get more impatient.

You nod immediately. “Yes! Need it, Matt.” You whine, eyes picking up the way he smiles. Instantly, Matt dives in, licking a long stripe up your center, picking up your wetness. He was selfish as he tasted you, needing more and more as his tongue greedily lapped at you, taking your scent and flavor for himself.

“Mm.. taste so fuckin’ good.” Matt grunts before quickly dipping back in, his lips wrapping around your clit. Your hand reaches down and brush into his hair, the sensation of his skillful tongue against you bringing you closer to the edge pathetically fast.

“Fuck, Matt!” You moan, your thighs tensing as Matt’s needy mouth pleasures you in a way no one has before. You could feel the way he smiles against you, his lips moving down to prod his tongue at your entrance. You gasp sharply as it pushes inside you, your fingers tangling in his soft hair and tugging in response. Matt moans against you, the vibration only sending you further.

The warm muscle worked itself against you, showing you what real pleasure was like. Matt’s mouth didn’t stop once as he devours you, wanting to taste you for the rest of his life. At his position, his pretty nose rubs against your clit as it makes your thighs tremble slightly, your back arching off of the bed.

“You gettin’ close? Hm?” Matt mutters, pulling away to speak for just a second before immediately diving back in, not wanting to waste any time at all away from your addicting taste. You nod against the pillow, swallowing dryly. He hums against you, inaudibly giving you permission to do so. The last vibration was all it took for the knot inside your lower stomach to break as you cry out his name, your eyes squeezing painfully tight as your thighs shake and cage his head in. Matt quickly laps at your release, taking it all for himself. He helps you ride out your high as he pressed sloppy kisses to your clit.

Panting, your chest heaves as the euphoria begins to subside. You whine quietly as you grow sensitive, Matt’s mouth never stopping their movements. “Too much, Matt. ‘M’sensitive.” You whimper, your words slurring together slightly, still coming down from your high.

Matt chuckles lowly against your most sensitive parts at your words. “Just a little more, baby.” He hums. His tongue darts out again, licking along your center as he continues to flow along your arousal, lathering your clit. Your thighs couldn’t help but tremble at the overstimulation, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

Enveloping your clit in his warm mouth again, he tugs gently, eliciting a wrecked cry from you. Matt smiles before he pulls away, mumbling, “shh, baby, it’s okay.” He lets your legs fall from shoulders as he moves above you again, hovering over you. “Such a pretty girl.. y’look so fuckin’ good when you come f’me.” He says against your lips before connecting them with yours. His tongue welcomes itself in your mouth as you’re forced to taste yourself. Your hands reach down and tug at his belt, signaling your need for it to be off. He immediately picks up on it, reaching a hand down to undo it as he doesn’t even think about parting his lips from yours.

“So impatient.” Matt clicks his tongue teasingly. You huff at his words, making him chuckle. Leaning back, he undoes the belt buckle before reaching his hands back to swiftly take off his shirt. Tossing it, his pants and boxers join soon after as he’s only left in his horse necklace as his hat had previously fell off when you had entered the room together.

Your eyes trail down, widening slightly at his size. Pre-cum slid down his aching red tip, begging for some sort of contact with something. Noticing your hesitance, Matt leans back down and hovers over you. “You can take it, baby. I’ll make it fit.” He says lowly, the words making your thighs clench as you swallow dryly. He sure was a smooth talker..

A hiss leaves clenched teeth as Matt teases his tip along your slit. The feeling made you gasp as you look at him before glancing down at what he was doing. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer to you. “So fucking wet.. all f’me.” He groans, positioning his head at your entrance before slowly pushing in. “Fuuuck.”

The stretch made you wince, your lips parting. Your hands clawed at his bare back, eliciting another hiss from Matt‘s lips. “Takin’ me so good. Such a good girl.” He mutters breathlessly, trying to keep his composure as he breathes deeply through his nose. He looks down at you, eyes wandering your expression. As he sinks fully inside, he lets you adjust until you give him the green light, a nod catching his eye.

Moving back, he almost completely leaves you before thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out again. The feeling made you let out a choked moan, the wind knocked out of you. Matt groans at the feeling, his hips slowly gathering a rhythm as he fucks deep into you. Your legs tense around his waist as the pleasure takes over, sounds leaving your lips as your body jolts with every thrust. One of Matt’s hands moves up to grasp your breast as they move with your body, a moan leaving you in response.

His lips crash on to yours as his thrusts don’t falter, his tongue instantly clashing with yours. The sound of skin slapping fills the entire room, telling anyone that might walk by what was going on inside. The creaking of the bed as the headboard hit against the pale, white walls behind it exposed you both, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was him and the way he was making you feel. And he was making you feel fucking good.

“Shit, Y/N.” Matt grunts breathlessly, his lips agape as he watches you, only adding to his pleasure. “You feel so good around me.. squeezin’ me so damn tight.” He groans, his hips moving slightly faster as he only gets more worked up. He knew he was close, that inevitable feeling in his stomach surfacing, but he wanted you to break first.

The hand that was previously on your breast moves down as it grazes your still sensitive clit, rubbing fast circles on it as he tries to bring you closer to the edge. The sensation makes you gasp as your nails only dig harsher into his pale skin, marking him. You moan out, your back arching for the millionth time that night. “Matt! I.. ‘m’gonna come!” You whine, panting as your thighs clench, your release coming up quick upon you.

Matt welcomes it as his finger only moves quicker against you. “Come f’me, sweetheart. Want you to make a mess on my dick.” He says, his breathing labored as he tries his best to hold off his peak of euphoria, wanting to see you let go first. At his words and actions, the band inside you breaks again, a cry of his name leaving your lips as your nails dig down his back, eliciting a hiss and shiver from the man on top of you.

At that, Matt lets out a guttural groan as pulls out, spilling his release on your lower stomach. His head collapsed on your shoulder as he rode out his high, the pinnacle of euphoria taking over his body as it exhausts him. You both pant as your orgasms slowly begin to fade, tiredness quickly taking over.

“Get you cleaned up.” Matt whispers, slowly - reluctantly - getting up from his spot and walking into the small bathroom and grabbing a washcloth to wet and wash the cum off of you. You nod, inhaling sharply as the soft fabric makes contact with your sensitive pussy. “Shh, it’s okay.” He coos before tossing the towel once he’s finished.

As he settles back in bed, you reach to grab your phone, just to see what time it is. As you turn it on, you read the time before scrolling through the notifications. Your eyes widen at the dozens of messages and calls from your friends, totally forgetting where you were in the first place and why you went.

“You get a bunch of texts from the people you came with, too?” Matt asks, phone in hand as he snaps you out of your daze. You chuckle and nod.

“Yeah.. told them what they tell me: live now, think later.”

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cinnamongorll · 11 months ago

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a fragile line - masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller. Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

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Inspired by ‘Strangers’ by Ethel Cain, ‘Haunted’ by Taylor Swift, and ‘Francesca’ by Hozier 🫀

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read on ao3 - 38/38 chapters (179k words)

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read on tumblr:

chapter 1 'Marked for death'

chapter 2 'Put it on me'

chapter 3 'Twice'

chapter 4 'Something in the way'

chapter 5 'Way down we Go'

chapter 6 'Hearing Damage'

chapter 7 'Slipped'

chapter 8 'Killer + The Sound'

chapter 9 'Carolina'

chapter 10 'Salt and the Sea'

chapter 11 'Tulsa Jesus Freak'

chapter 12 'The Night We Met'

chapter 13 'First Defeat'

chapter 14 'Who We Are'

chapter 15 'Bloodstream'

chapter 16 'Villain'

chapter 17 'NFWMB'

chapter 18 ‘Funny’

chapter 19 'Strangers'

chapter 20 'No Sound But The Wind'

chapter 21 'I'm Your Man'

chapter 22 ‘Running Up That Hill’

chapter 23 'My Tears Ricochet'

chapter 24 ‘Safe and Sound’

chapter 25 'House Song'

chapter 26 'My Body is a Cage'

chapter 27 'Happiness is a Butterfly'

chapter 28 'Illicit Affairs'

chapter 29 'The Last Time'

chapter 30 'If You Lie Down With Me'

chapter 31 'Breakers Roar'

chapter 32 'August Underground'

chapter 33 'Haunted'

chapter 34 'Bad Man'

chapter 35 'Can't Catch Me Now'

chapter 36 'Another Love'

chapter 37 'Francesca'

epilogue 'If I Go, I'm Goin'

#joel miller x original character #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #joel miller x female oc #joel miller hbo #joel miller fanfic #joel miller angst #ao3 fanfic #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us hbo #the last of us #Spotify #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #tlou #tlou hbo #joel the last of us

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neuroticbookworm · 1 year ago

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So Mew is officially in his Reputation era. And the aesthetics that he chose for the transformation was fascinating to me and @lurkingshan. Mew was, in his own words, setting out to be "as nasty as the nasty ones". And then went ahead and completely modelled his appearance after Ray.

So does he think Ray is one of the "nasty" ones? Well, turns out, not quite. We see him trying to look confident with his fake hookup with Guy, but he fails. He's nervous, and it shows. He also tells Boston later in the episode that he "doesn't have to be as filthy as him".

So while he's not trying to be "nasty" or "filthy", he IS trying to be a transgressor. A rule-breaker. And he’s trying to emulate some of that chaotic energy Ray is always exuding without sinking all the way to Boston’s level. He wants to step out of line, but he still wants to stand within the moral boundary enough to claim superiority, as we see him do at Boston's house.

Which explains why Mew thinks Ray is not "right" for him, even if he’s willing to give him a chance to soothe his ego after Top’s cheating.

And when the time comes, it'll be oh-so-easy for Top to convince Mew that Ray is not "good" for him.

#mew served us some delicious hypocrisy this week #he's gonna mess with ray and dump him in a flash #only friends the series #ofts #only friends #only friends meta #ofts meta #sandray #topmew #bostonnick #book kasidet #khaotung thanawat #ephemerality squad

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skyfullofpods · 1 year ago

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Random Podcast Recommendations Mega-List Part 1!

Updated: 07/12/23

Collected here in part 1 because tumblr has a limit of 100 links per post of my alphabetical list are the fiction podcasts from A-M I've recommended so far for my random podcast recommendations! Part 2 is here

A A Ninth World Journal Afflicted Aishi Online Alba Salix Among the Stars and Bones Apollyon Arden ars PARADOXICA

B Back Again, Back Again The Ballad of Anne & Mary The Beacon Believer Black Friday Breaker Whiskey The Bright Sessions

C CARAVAN Chaika Chain of Being Civilized Coexistence Come On In, The Water's Fine Copperheart Counterbalance

D Death by Dying Desert Skies Desperado Diary of a Space Archivist Dining in the Void Directive Do You Copy Dos: After You Down

E The Earth Collective Elaine’s Cooking for the Soul Electromancy The End of Time and Other Bothers Ethics Town Exoplanetary Everything is Alive

F Falling Forward Fan Wars: The Empire Claps Back The Far Meridian Fireside Folktales Folxlore Forgive Me!

G Gay Future Georgie Romero Is Done For Girl in Space The Goblet Wire Gone Great & Terrible Greater Boston Greenhouse

H Hallway to Nowhere Hand in Glove Harlem Queen Hauntingly Humdrum Hello From the Hallowoods Hi Nay Hit the Bricks Human Error

I Immunities InCo Inhale Inn Between In Transit

J Janus Descending Jar of Rebuke Joy to the World Jupiter Saloon

K Kalila Stormfire's Economical Magick Services Kane and Feels Keep It Steady The Kingmaker Histories

L The Last Echoes Less is Morgue Liars & Leeches Life On Pause Light Hearts LIMBO Lost Terminal Love and Luck

M Margaret's Garden Margaritas & Donuts The McIlwraith Statements Me and AU Mercury: A Broadcast of Hope Meteor City Middle:Below Moonbase Theta, Out

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 8 months ago

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Everyone’s gone UFO crazy. Maybe The X-Files should come back

Chrissy Iley

MARCH 2, 2024

Starring in a poignant new film adapted from his own novel, David Duchovny reveals the heartache of almost losing his daughter... and why his most famous show could yet return

No wonder David Duchovny has written, directed and stars in his latest movie Bucky F***ing Dent... it’s based on his own bestselling 2016 novel of the same name. Poignant and funny, it examines a father-son relationship via baseball, with X-Files star David playing Marty the dad, who’s dying of lung cancer, and Logan Marshall-Green from Spider-Man: Homecoming as his estranged son Ted.

The real Bucky Dent went down in history for scoring an unlikely home run for the New York Yankees in a 1978 tie-breaker against arch rivals the Boston Red Sox, and the film’s title is how generations of Boston fans have referred to him ever since, a metaphor for heartbreak. Set in that same year, the film follows struggling writer Ted as he moves back into his childhood home when he hears his father is dying, prompting a whirlwind of dark revelations from the past. Meanwhile, Boston fan Marty’s health dips whenever his beloved Red Sox lose, so New York fan Ted orchestrates the illusion of a Boston winning streak...

Marty has transferred his feelings for an old flame (the secret love of his life, not his wife) to the Red Sox. ‘The intensity of fandom has always puzzled me,’ says David. ‘It has to be a kind of sublimation. My father and I liked playing baseball; my best childhood memory is playing it with him and enjoying the simple communication you can have through a game, but we didn’t share the fandom thing.

‘Marty’s transposed his feelings for this woman to the Red Sox, and the movie is really about the idea of losing. In America there’s a sick addiction to winning and winners, but most of us have to lose every day. Suffering makes us human - it unites us all.’

There’s a moment in the film when Marty is talking about a chest infection that almost killed Ted as a child. Marty says he begged God or whoever to take his lungs instead and let Ted live. ‘One thing I’ve never told anyone is that when my daughter was nine months old she got really ill,’ reveals David. ‘Her mother [actress Tea Leoni] and I had to face the fact we might lose her and I remember feeling so devastated, I didn’t think I could love anything again if she died.’

His daughter West, now 24, has since become a successful actress who seems to have inherited her mother’s stunning blonde looks and her father’s charisma. ‘I think she has a greater passion for acting than either of her parents ever did,’ he says. They also have a son Kyd, 21, and David says the hardest moment of his life was telling them he and Tea were divorcing ten years ago, as his own parents had done when he was 12. ‘It was far worse telling them than actually experiencing it. When you’re a child you just try to get through it, you don’t feel responsible. As a parent I felt at least 50 per cent responsible.’

Tall and thin with good skin and an easy charm, David seems untouched by the ageing process, although this role is a huge shift from the Lotharios he usually plays, such as bed-hopping writer Hank in comedy-drama series Californication. Does getting older bother him? ‘Of course, and as an actor you have to think of the different roles you’ll be offered. When I was writing this script I was thinking I’d play Ted, the son. We tried to make it four or five years ago and I was still going to play Ted, but then when it came to doing it I realised it just wouldn’t work, so I thought I’d play Marty. And that was exciting because it was very different.’

Californication won two Emmys and a Golden Globe, but was notorious for its portrayal of LA’s seedier side. Does he think it could be made now? ‘Certainly they would insist on intimacy coaches, but I don’t think it would be made now, for the wrong reasons. There was a misunderstanding about what it was about. It was meant to be funny, and it was meant to be about family and love. But what everybody got excited about was not that,’ he says, referring to the furore over the sex scenes. ‘In my mind the show was misperceived.’

Another of David’s roles that would spark a row today was a transgender FBI agent in Twin Peaks in the early 90s, when almost no transgender women were on TV. Again it was groundbreaking. ‘But if you’re playing a murderer no one asks you, “Have you murdered people?”’ he says. ‘It was just being an actor.’

David is, of course, best known for The X-Files, in which he played UFO-obsessed FBI agent Mulder opposite Gillian Anderson’s sceptical Scully. The series finally bowed out in 2018 after 11 series, but could there ever be another? ‘Maybe - it might even be more current now,’ he says, referring to the recent release of top-secret UFO files in the US. ‘I’m not personally interested in UFOs so it doesn’t make it more exciting for me to revisit The X-Files. It was a role I played but I wasn’t passionate about the subject. Maybe I’m the only one who isn’t.’

There was a brouhaha at the time about the huge pay discrepancy between David and Gillian, and I wonder if it would be difficult for him to work with her again. ‘As far as I know, by the end there was no difference at all between us, but Hollywood salaries are very weird,’ he says. ‘I’m going to London soon and I’ll see Gillian because she lives there now. I saw her in the West End doing All About Eve and I enjoyed it. She wished me luck with Bucky too.’

In recent years David has explored his passion for music, releasing a couple of folk-rock albums. So does he see himself as an actor, a director or a musician? ‘All of them, I’m an artist,’ he says. ‘I can filter stuff through a song, a novel, a performance or through directing. There are all kinds of ways of being an artist. I write best about dramatic things. There’s a way to deal with suffering to create art.’

Bucky F***ing Dent, Glasgow Film Festival, Wednesday. Visit glasgowfilm.org

#david duchovny #2024 #bucky F cking Dent #Glasgow Film Festival #txf #Gillian Anderson #Californication

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Helluva Wonderland AU: Hellborn/Fallen Angels

A/N: This took so long, but we’re almost close to finishing the character backstories for this au. As the title suggests, I hope this would make a little bit of sense with these choices. This will only talk about their short time on Earth/Heaven, what the Hellborns’ lives were like, and what they did in the Pride ring before joining the cult.

Same as before, some warnings (18+): mentions of harassment, racism, abuse, demonic practice, mention of illness, angst, violence, death, etc... You get it, onto the post!

Trey Clover:

Trey was born in London on October 25, 1927. He lived in a cake shop with his mom, dad, and two little siblings, living their best lives. Even during the Great Slump and WWII, Trey would still have fun with his two friends, Che’nya and Riddle. After the war, he tried to stay in contact with Riddle until he was 18 years old, when his parents sent him to a university in Boston to study Dentistry. Trey would pass away from heart disease at the age of 23 on September 14, 1951.

Everything was super bright, even though his eyes were closed until he finally opened them. Trey was surprised to find himself in front of the golden gates of Heaven where St. Peter popped up from behind his desk and welcomed him inside. Trey looked much like himself except for a white halo above his head, a pair of large celeste green and cream-colored wings on his back. Everything was going all right for a few years until he protected an angel from Adam harassing another Angel, ultimately pissing him off and banishing Trey to Hell, making him a fallen angel.

Once he woke up from the shock, he could only see a red sky and blurry figure standing above him. That is until he heard a familiar voice say, “Trey, is that really you?” Trey’s eyes widened as the figure placed his glasses back on, revealing a confused and crying Riddle. After their reunion and arrived at the Heartslabyul district, Trey became Riddle’s second in command, while still adjusting to his new appearance becoming a greenish skin tone, pointed ears, sharp teeth, his eyes having a black sclera, a clover mark now his left cheek, and his pastel green wings had become broken.

Cater Diamond:

Cater was born in the Envy ring on February 4. His family were the only succubus family that lived in a suburban neighborhood, so some of the Envy demons would often pick on his family, due to their racist views on other demons. But thankfully it wouldn’t last long, since his father’s job allowed their family to move all around each ring of Hell. Although he was annoyed by it, it wasn’t as or more annoying than dealing with his two sisters’ unreasonable bossy behavior.

Once he reached 18 years old, he became an avid social media user, mainly Sinstagram, and wanting to seek attention, he decided to move to Pride to “live his life to the fullest.” While he does seem to be doing well for himself on social media, being as outgoing as he does in social situations, he does seem to have a knack for gathering information, despite others would consider him as just a “succubitch.”

So, when he reached 23 years old, he was able to get a job as Riddle’s informant and advisor, gathering information about any rule breakers and scheduling important meetings. During his time in Heartslabyul, he met Kalim and Lilia during one of the Overlord meetings, and the three of them would hangout, sharing their love of new trends and parties. So, all in all, don’t assume he’s just a sexy face, because he’ll know everything and make your life more hellish.

Jack Howl:

Jack was born in a Hellhound family in the Gluttony ring on October 11. As a Hellhound, he and his family are considered the lowest class of demons in hell, aside from the imps, so Jack comes off as rather cold and distant, not wanting help from others, basically being a Tsundere to everyone around him. And because of the discrimination towards Hellhounds, this also gave him a strong sense of justice and drive to become stronger.

When Jack reached 16 years old, he began training to become a professional guard as a means of showing honor and strength. Though if you think about it, it’s better than the alternative positions Hellhounds are restricted to, such as just being a family pet. Soon enough when he reaches 21 years old, he begins to hear about a king of some sorts in the Pride ring, an overlord who strives to lead a group of Hellbeasts to glory.

Jack moves to the Pride ring and encounters Ruggie, asking if he can serve as a protector in the Savanaclaw district. Ruggie, although finding his request strange, did agree to teach him some of the ropes around the place. Hopefully, with everything he learns, he hopes that as he gets stronger within Leona’s pride of Hellbeasts, people will see him as something more than just a Hellhound.

Jade and Floyd Leech:

Jade and Floyd Leech were born in the Greed ring on November 5, their mother being a moray eel demon from Envy and their father being a loan shark from Greed. Their family’s business mostly consists of “dabbles in a bit of everything,” and seeing as they lived in Greed, that would apply to anything mafia related. And as such, Jade and Floyd were often tasked to gather information about rival gangs and “take them out” if anything goes wrong.

As they both reached 22 years old, the twins started to grow bored of being in Greed, that is until they noticed an imp trying to escape some thugs from the Pride Ring. The imp expected the twins to help him, but he was in for a surprise of his life when Jade and Floyd helped the gowns in exchange for meeting the man the imp owes. So, after dumping the imp in the river, Jade and Floyd traveled to Pride and entered the lustrous Monstro Lounge in the Octavinelle district.

During the meeting, Azul was impressed with their handy work, disposing of a client that failed to pay his debt, and was surprised that they had asked to work in his business. Skeptical due to their fearsome demeanor, Azul agreed to their offer, and since then, they have been very close friends. Although they both become his two best men in crime, he has no control over them as they were free to do things they enjoyed in Pride, so at least they're doing alright for themselves.

Rook Hunt:

Rook Hunt was born in a Griffin Goetia family on December 2, his family’s nobility is ranked very high in Hell, or at least that’s as much as he can tell. What can be said is that Rook, from a very early age, is one of the strangest members in the Ars Goetia. Exploring the art of hunting while he has access to the living world, sneaking around spying on others and avoiding getting caught, all while discovering anything that he deems as beautiful.

On one of his customary drives through the streets of Pride, he immediately shouts for the driver to stop when something catches his eye. He stepped out of the limo and entered the Vees studio where he was greeted by Vox and Valentino, who believed he was there to indulge in adult films. However they are shocked to see that Rook walked past them and greeted Vil, declaring that he was so captivated by how beautiful he is and asked him many questions.

Over time, Rook and Vil would often spend time together, Vil would produce and perform his movies while Rook would watch and be amazed by his art. Rook also helps Vil by traveling to the living world and giving him some insight about the movie industry, as well as using his hunting skills to eliminate any competition. It pays to have not only a royal Goetia, but a loyal hunter by your side.

Epel Felmier:

Epel was born in the Wrath Ring to a family of imps on May 6. Being the shortest of his family, working on the farm, he tries his best to help with growing and selling apples. Growing up, he struggles to be more "manly"; he tries to grow taller, make his voice deeper, and build more muscle. But no matter how many times he tried, everyone still considered him to be cute, based on how he looked as he grew.

When he turned 21 years old, he traveled to the Pride ring, to make a deal with the Overlord Kalim to help his family with transporting their apples throughout Hell. However, he unfortunately bumps into and gets into a fight with the Cold-hearted Overlord, who insults him with the way he speaks in his hometown's accent. In triumph over his defeat, Vil forces Epel to work for him in his studio and become his personal project in exchange for providing help to Epel’s family to sell their products.

And since then, Epel has been, under contract, working for Vil in the Vees studio; mostly being a model for Velvet’s fashion and makeup brands and Vil teaching him proper etiquette while they live in the Pomefiore district. Epel hated how he was forced into Vil's overbearing beauty standards and constantly fought with the Overlord a lot, only to end up defeated afterwards. At least he has some people he could talk to in the studio, but it does piss Vil off whenever he hangs out with Angel from time to time.

Ortho Shroud:

With the real Ortho not being alive or his soul not in Hell (A/N: sweet baby’s too adorable to be there,) Ortho was created by Idia to be an exact image of his late brother, including having all of Ortho’s memories and personality. Idia created him out of Angelic steel, ensuring that he wouldn’t get damaged by any weapons while ensuring he won’t be slain from any exorcists. Ortho even tries to imitate his brother by making his hair look like his brother’s flaming hair and making his eyes glow as well. He spends his time helping Idia with his inventions and setting up meetings with Carmila, although he wishes his brother would attend them with him and make more finds. He has hope though.

Lilia Vanrouge:

From the beginning, Lilia and Lucifer were very close friends, during a time when Lucifer wasn’t appreciated by his fellow angels because of his ideas. Lilia served as a former holy guard, appointed by the elders to guard the Garden of Eden and make sure the first humans wouldn’t be tempted to sin. However, he felt sympathetic to Lilith’s independence and Lucifer’s dreams for humanity, so he secretly allowed them inside the garden.

Who would have known that when evil was released to Earth and Lucifer and Lilith were banished to Hell, Lilia and six other angels would rebel against heaven and become the first sets of Fallen Angels. They would be caught in a battle that would last for years on earth, until they were overrun and fled back to Hell. Lilia would continue to stay in contact with the royal family, sometimes even going to Earth, to give Lucifer some updates about humanity.

Although he was thankful for doing so much during his eternity of living, he had never been close to anyone, say for Lucifer, Lilith, and the other deadly sins. But that seemed to change when: he oversees watching over Malleus and teaches him about the human soul, he is asked by Sebek to train him to become a knight, and he found and adopted a human baby he named Silver. Hopefully, Lilia will continue to live until his death with the memories of the people he loves.

Silver:

Not much is known about his past, mainly about what he was or where he came from. All he knows is that Lilia found him as a baby on May 15, 1936. He didn’t understand why his father decided to adopt him since he was only human, but Lilia took him in and raised him as best he could. You can also imagine his surprise when Lilia recounted a story about how Lucifer couldn’t stop gushing over him when he told him and Lilith about Silver.

Now, the death of a human while in Hell is a bit tricky, instead of the usual soul falling into Hell, the body must undergo a painful transformation before they can begin their afterlife. So, when Silver unexpectedly died from an incurable illness January 29, 1959, at the age of 22, his body only grew gray and didn’t develop any demonic traits. Silver was so confused, he fled the castle, even if his body was still under recovery, until Lilia found him and cared for him while he was bedridden.

Over time, Silver had asked Lilia to teach him how to fight and use magic, since he had always wanted to learn when Lilia told him stories during the war. So he, along with a new apprentice named Sebek, Lilia taught them everything, from hand to hand combat, holy weapons training and magic lessons. Silver then decides to honor his father and to serve as a loyal guard, protecting his father, Malleus and even the royal family, should the time come.

#disney twisted wonderland #hazbin hotel #helluva wonderland au #twisted wonderland au #trey clover #cater diamond #jack howl #jade leech #floyd leech #rook hunt #epel felmier #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge

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