#but there are people whose vibe just wounds me

[squid-socks]

That awkward moment when someone moves back into your house and the “good energy days” just end👀👀

🌈My family is dysfunctional🌈

[psychoticfemmm]

between two worlds

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: Rafe steps out of his comfort zone to join the Pogues for a beach night.

The beach was alive with the usual chaos that defined the Pogues. JJ was digging through a cooler for beer, Kie was setting up a makeshift bonfire, and Pope was arguing with John B over whose turn it was to collect firewood. You sat on a blanket, watching the sunset over the ocean, your heart racing as Rafe Cameron’s figure loomed in the distance.

“I can’t believe you invited him,” JJ said, shooting you a pointed look as he cracked open a beer. “This is sacred Pogue territory, Y/N.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” you said simply, brushing sand off your legs.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” JJ muttered under his breath.

Sarah shot him a look. “Give him a chance, JJ. If Y/N can handle his crazy ass, we can for one night.”

You turned to see Rafe walking toward you, his shoulders slightly tense, his hands shoved in his pockets. The evening light softened his features, but you could tell he was uneasy. He wasn’t exactly a welcome presence among the Pogues, and he knew it.

“You didn’t tell me it’d be this many people,” he murmured when he reached you, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“Rafe, it’s literally just them,” you teased, gesturing toward the group. “You’ll survive.”

He rolled his eyes but sat down next to you, his hand instinctively resting on your knee. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

JJ snorted. “Look at him. Acting like he belongs here.”

“JJ,” you warned.

Rafe tensed but didn’t rise to the bait, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Nice to see you too, Maybank.”

“Alright, everybody chill,” Sarah interjected, sitting cross-legged on the blanket. She gave Rafe a small smile. “Thanks for coming, Rafe. Even though I know you’re out of your element.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You could say that.”

“Just don’t kill the vibe,” JJ added, plopping down on the other side of you.

The tension was thick at first. Rafe sat quietly, his usual cocky demeanor dimmed in the face of the Pogues’ scrutiny. You felt the weight of his discomfort, and it made you squeeze his hand reassuringly. He looked at you, his blue eyes softening as if to say, I’m doing this for you.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease. JJ’s antics and John B’s storytelling had everyone laughing, even Rafe cracking a smile here and there.

“Alright, I have to ask,” Kie said, looking directly at Rafe. “How does a Kook prince like you end up with a Pogue queen?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kie—”

“No, it’s fine,” Rafe said, surprising you. He leaned back on his hands, glancing at you with a small smirk. “I guess I just like a challenge.”

JJ scoffed, but Kie rolled her eyes. ���Seriously, though.”

Rafe’s expression softened as he looked at you. “She’s different. She doesn’t care about any of the crap I used to think mattered. She calls me out when I’m being an idiot, but she also makes me want to be better.”

The Pogues fell silent, exchanging surprised looks. Even JJ looked slightly less annoyed.

“She’s good at that,” Sarah said, smiling at you.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, JJ pointed at Rafe with his beer bottle. “Alright, Cameron, you’re scoring some points. But don’t think I’m not watching you.”

“Duly noted,” Rafe replied dryly, earning a laugh from John B.

As the night wound down, you and Rafe wandered a little farther down the beach, away from the firelight and the laughter of your friends. The ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, and the cool breeze tugged at your hair.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” you said, bumping his shoulder playfully.

He huffed a laugh, wrapping an arm around your waist. “They hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” you assured him. “They’re just…protective.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you. “And you’re worth protecting.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sincerity in his gaze made your heart skip. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I mean it,” he said softly. “I know I don’t always fit into your world, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I do. For you.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced your cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “Rafe…”

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the waves.

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word into it. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted against him, the rest of the world fading away.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Alright,” you said, your voice teasing but soft. “You’re forgiven for being awkward.”

“Awkward?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I was charming.”

“You were stiff,” you corrected with a laugh.

He grinned, kissing you again, this time quicker but no less sweet. “You bring me around them enough, and I’ll charm them too.”

“Let’s not push it,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his as you started walking back toward the fire.

In the distance, you could hear JJ yelling, “Hey! No PDA where we can see it!”

Rafe groaned, but you just laughed, pulling him closer. He might not be a Pogue, but tonight, he’d proven he was yours—and that was more than enough.

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[barleyo]

Rural Bliss.

Real Dad! Leon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: You, as a reader, are responsible for your own media consumption. It is up to you to read the tags that I have provided and determine whether or not this is a piece of writing that you would like to partake in. If not, scroll on by, if you do, please enjoy! Remember, I am not responsible for any discomfort you feel if you choose to read this.

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), dub-con, oral (f receiving), LARGE AGE GAP (18 and 40+), pwp (light plot), mentions of predatory behavior, mutual creepiness, dark and disturbing content, choppy ass writing

Wordcount: 1.8k

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

Your mom had finally done it. She found a halfway decent guy and let him wife her up faster than you could say 'I do.' You weren't exactly mad about it. He was a decent enough guy, and he made your mom happy, so whatever. The only part that you were against was the fact that you would be staying with your estranged father for the rest of your summer until your mom and her boy-toy got back from their extensive honeymoon.

Your dad fucked off pretty quickly after you were born. Moved himself far away into the middle of nowhere, not once reaching out or keeping in touch. A small part of you wanted to know him, but a larger part of you was pissed that you would have to now temporarily live with a man who you could just barely remember the name of. 

What was it again? Leonard? Lucas? No, no, that's not right. Leon? Yeah, something like that. Leon. 

Leon, the man who left you and your mom. The man who, instead of raising you, decided to lick his wounds in the deep country, likely making a meager living off of growing potatoes and carrots. The man who was a stranger, connected to you only by blood. 

The man whose front porch you were currently standing on, banging on his door without a care in the world. You looked around while you knocked. It was a large bit of land. A few neighbors nearby, but not within spitting distance. At the very least, this town had a few stores with maybe a few people your age lingering around them. 

"I'm coming, damn it!" His steps were loud, you could hear them from all the way outside. The heaviness of his work boots must've weighed him down quite a bit. The screen door flew open and his face softened. "Oh, hey kid. Didn't know you'd be here so early. Come in." 

You followed him inside, letting your eyes trail his face and frame. You'd only seen a picture or two of him before. He wasn't quite what you were expecting. He looked a lot older now than he did in the photos. More tired, less lively. His crow's feet and smile lines stuck out, but if the lonely, uncomfortable vibe of his house was any clue, you assumed he hadn't been smiling much in his life. 

He wasn't bad looking, though. Time hasn't weathered him, and you could tell he took care of himself. His arms and chest looked strong, clearly he had found some way to stay fit out in his desolate chunk of farmer-country. You could see why your mom picked him. He looked like a good one, despite his fleeting nature. 

"You're gonna be stayin' for a few months, yeah?" Leon didn't seem uncomfortable with your presence, so you felt a bit more calm.

"Yeah, I guess so. Mom didn't really give me all the details, just kinda sprung it on me."

"Believe me, I know," he said under his breath. "Well, this place isn't much, 'm sure it's not what you're used to." He locked the door behind you and flashed an apologetic look. 

"It's fine. I'll make it work." You looked around. It looked lived in, strangely worn despite nobody else ever living there.

He led you down a dimly lit hallway, the floorboards groaning beneath their weight, until they reached a single room. It was a small bedroom, adorned with faded wallpaper and completely wooden furniture. The single window offered a glimpse of the bare, green landscape outside. 

"This'll be your room. You can unpack your things."

Hardly a week passed by and you were already sick to death of living with your dad. His jokes were bad. His cooking was shit. His attempts at bonding with you were creepy at best and damn near-assault at worst. He let his hands drift all over you when he pulled you in for hugs and tried pecking a kiss on your mouth before you went off to bed each night, and damn it, you let him.

Again and again, every night, letting that old man press his chapped lips against yours, holding back your urge to force your tongue into his mouth.

He bought you gifts that no other fathers would think about getting their daughters. Skimpy little clothes that left nothing to the imagination, while he wrote it off by claiming ignorance.

"That's what girls your age wear, right? I can't keep up with what you kids are into," Leon would say, covering his ass with feigned dopiness. 

His only redeeming quality was that he was hot and mostly oblivious. It was fucked up to think about it that way, but without having much other male contact during your stay, Leon was starting to becoming quite the piece of eye candy. The best part is that he thought nothing of it, acting like his teenaged daughter spending hours staring at his half-naked, sweaty body while he worked in the hot sun was normal. Just another day. Nothing special. 

He didn't make you work on the farm with him, so you got to do all the watching. You got to see those strong arms lift hay bales for the horses and chop trees for firewood. Most of your days were spent watching him from the front porch, mentally cursing yourself out when you felt your thighs clench together instinctually at his sexy movements. 

What was wrong with you? 

Were years of fatherlessness finally catching up to you? Couldn't muster any real love for the old man, so sexual yearning was the next best thing? Eye-fucking your dad and sharing touches that lasted too long were the cost of him skipping out on you.

You rationalized it the best you could. Maybe you didn't actually want him, maybe the solitude of the countryside was getting to you. Maybe there was something in the air, some kind of sex-pollen floating in the breeze that made you wanna get bent over by a man twice your age that just so happened to be related to you. Closely related.

Leon didn't really know how to treat a woman well, but he tried his best with you. It was his first time really being a dad, but honestly, he hated it. Being a 'dad' sucked, especially when he'd rather have his daughter as his girlfriend. 

You made him so frustrated, so unsure of himself. Leon's only experience with girl's your age was in getting them liquor they couldn't legally buy themselves, fucking them like plastic sex dolls, and leaving them for someone else to woo and screw. 

He couldn't quite do that to you, though. He couldn't get you drunk and take advantage of you, pumping and dumping in you without a care about your pleasure. He had to take care of you, your health and comfort. All he really wanted was to take care of your body.

You were his little girl. He'd fuck you like he actually gave a damn about you if he ever got the chance, and he most definitely wouldn't be leaving you for anyone else.

That type of thinking brought him here. 

"Daddy, please..."

The walls in his house were too damn thin. He could practically hear each thrust of your fingers into your cunt from his bedroom. Your bed screeched agonizingly against the floors, punctuating your moans and hisses of pleasure. 

He saw his opportunity and took it. He had waited long enough, and this was the least he could do, right? You needed him, right? Right.

He pushed your door open, not having the decency nor the self-restraint to knock. You felt your body go still, but kept your hands between your legs. 

"If you needed me, coulda told me. Don't like t'hear you in here whining." Leon sat on the edge of your bed, crawling his way between your legs. "Fuck, that's pretty." 

He took in the sight of your fingers stuffed into your pudgy cunt, slick dripping between each digit. 

"No, you're—! this isn't what it—" you tried prying your fingers out, but a strong hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you in place.

"Isn't what it looks like? How about what it sounds like, huh? Sounds like you want your daddy to dull that ache in you." 

He was so far gone. He normally never did this. Leon was a man who took. He took younger girls virginity, mouth, pussy, or other. He was the one that got sucked off and got his perv dick wet. But for his baby? You, the little nymph who fell gracefully into his grasp? He was foaming at the mouth for a chance to slurp your pussy.

"Open up, come on. Got nothin' to be shy about," he urged, forcing your legs open, pulling your fingers out, and shimmying closer to you. "Nothin' I haven't seen before."

That was somewhat of a lie. Sure, he saw pussies all the time when he bullied his cock into them, but he was normally never nose to clit, ready to lick.

He stuck his needy tongue out, lapping up the juices that you worked up when you rubbed yourself raw. He swirled around you clit as a test, trying to see what felt good for you. He soon settled on puckering his lips around your bud and sucking, swapping his spit in and out of his mouth to keep you lubed up. 

Your voice broke with hushed whines and chants. Yes's and oh's rang out, filling Leon's ears and his ego. 

He pulled his head back and lob a wad of spit onto your clit, chuckling when you shivered. 

"Feel good?" His thumb traced your clit in little figure eights. 

"Mm, s'good." Your hands trailed through his thick, soft hair. You gripped it tightly, pulling his head back to your cunt. "No, don't stop, jus' need your mouth again."

His sharp, strong nose bumped against the top of your pussy while he munched down on you greedily. His tongue traveled around you in an indecisive manner. One moment, he was using flat strokes to lick on your swollen nub, then pointing his tongue while he fucked it in and out of you. 

Despite the sporadic nature of it, the warmth and wetness of the contact of his mouth on you felt like heaven. It didn't matter what he was doing, as long as he was looking up at you with his piercing eyes and swallowing down your slick, you were satisfied.

"Dad, oh my God, yes!" It felt like venom coming off of your tongue when you moaned it, but tasted like honey at the same time. Something about it was so wrong, but felt so natural.

As your legs tightened around Leon's head and trapped him between your thighs, you knew it was meant to be. You were meant to be your daddy's princess. You were meant to feel like mouth on you, to be spoiled by his tongue, words, money, and his cock. You had been missing out on it for so long. 

You spent the rest of your summer making up for lost time, discovering just what having a daddy was meant to feel like.

[nowimjustastranger]

Ok I'm the same person who mentioned how I thought STCMO!Ford and Luna from mlp shared parallels in an earlier ask and now I've finally found time to read through all the asks and got my question answered about Ford relocating a younger Stan to an older Ford :D I'm really glad it's possible!

I know you said in an earlier ask that Ford's never had to save a Stan younger than a toddler before but I keep imagining a scenario in my head (you've successfully given me brain rot) where Ford narrowly saves a newly orphaned infant Stan who was supposed to die with the rest of his family, being only days or possibly even hours old at the time. I feel like that would be the first and maybe only instance where Ford actually grieves (however small and short-lived it be) at the death of his parallel self, given that Ford's typically hostile or indifferent towards them, sometimes even having killed a few terrible ones, but this one was just an innocent little baby.

Anywho, after cleaning up Stanley, tending to any possible wounds, making sure he's safe and well fed and clothed, Ford decides he doesn't have any better choice then to relocate this baby Stanley to be with an older Stanford from a different dimension. And that's what I brought up in my original ask, Ford taking a young Stanley to live with an adult Stanford in his twenties or thirties or even fifties or sixties who had just lost his own Stan and was overwhelmed by grief.

I kept thinking about whether this Ford would go up to Stanford directly and explain what had happened, who he was holding in his arms right now, and that Stanford was to raise this Stanley like a father to a son from now on, or if Ford would simply drop off baby Stanley at Stanford's front door, knock, and then disappear into the shadows and observe from afar (possibly for the next few days) to make sure everything went smoothly. Just imagine that Stanford's reaction to seeing a baby on his front doorstep, picking it up and cradling it and trying to look around for who left it but it's too dark out to see anything, reading the name tag attached to the basket and becoming even more shocked to read his late brother's name. Maybe Ford left an anonymous note attached to the basket in that scenario that had an ominous, threatening vibe to it as it gave him instructions on what to do going forward now that he had his Stanley back.

I feel like despite the initial confusion and maybe panic Stanford would absolutely melt holding the small baby in his arms and would comply without a moment of further hesitation. And I kind of wonder how being a father would reform this Stanford who let his original brother die. If it would teach him humility, or prioritizing his baby, or learning to be gentle, affectionate, and nurturing for a growing Stanley. I guess Ford would have to do frequent check ups on this household.

I know it probably can't happen bc no babies but I couldn't get it out of my head without spilling it out onto paper. I thought it would be a cool/interesting scenario.

I know people have a soft spot for Dad Stanley, I fear I happen to be a sucker for Dad Stanford lol. One and a half Stans is probably my favorite Gravity Falls AU ever.

Ok that's all, I have yapped your ear off at this point. Have a good day/night!

Honestly? I like both Dad Stan and Dad Ford pretty equally. There's so much room for growth with both brothers when it comes to being the father they never had! I probably won't make this concept a mini series since I already have a dad au, but I would be willing to answer asks about 24yo Dad Ford (whose brother died on the streets) with a Baby Stan and do fic requests when my inbox is open to them. For now though, I'm gonna share my thoughts on this scenario!

Ford 419"3 would approach Ford Xi11-5 with baby Stan from dimension J0\65 after saving him from a home invasion that the rest of his family sadly didn't survive, Ford had barely gotten there in time to stop one of the assailants from killing Stan via smothering with a pillow. Ford killed them all and left with a wailing baby Stan, locating the best match for the infant.

Ford Xi11-5 would most likely refuse at first, insisting that he had work to focus on and had no time to raise a child, even if that child was his own brother. He would be like Ford 419"3 in the sense that he's been consumed by his work, internally terrified that he would only fail his brother again if he took in the child. Because him? raising a kid? Laughable at best and disastrous at worst.

Ford 419"3 would be having none of that shit, simply depositing baby Stan onto the porch and stalking off, telling Ford Xi11-5 that he could either take baby Stan or leave the infant to succumb to the elements. Ford Xi11-5 is understandably horrified and furious, but he doesn't know that the deceptively ordinary basket that the baby is in is actually alien tech and would keep the child warm and safe.

So, it's basically one of 419"3 Ford's tests.

Ford Xi11-5 would just stand on the porch, unable to go inside and leave the baby on the porch for anyone or anything to get ahold of. And, with several vulgar insults, he would begrudgingly snatch the basket and carry baby Stan inside. Ford would find a sizable crate of baby supplies at his door a few minutes later along with an ominous note warning him not to try and hand baby Stan off to anyone else or Ford 419"3 would be paying him a visit.

Needless to say, Ford resigned himself to taking care of baby Stan until adulthood. First thing on the agenda would be filling out the paperwork that Ford 419"3 left him, giving Stan a new identity. After some consideration, Ford would name the baby Thomas Lee Pines (after Thomas Edison, who was a key figure in the invention of the lightbulb), though Ford would take to calling him "Tommy" as a nickname. Ford's terms of endearment for Tommy would be "Darling" and "Dear" because he's a total softy and no one can convince me otherwise.

[mstrickynici]

Welp, time to replay Veilguard.

Maybe I'll like it more the second time.

I did enjoy it, but also dislike so much of it. It was mostly fun while playing it, but kinda leaves a bad tastes afterward. If it wasn't a DA game I'd probably love it.

Many people already wrote paragraphs about it though, so this is just personal rambling.

Gotta admit, I hate the "Illuminati" - evil forces orchestrating everything in the dragon age universe- secret ending slide with a passion I didnt know I had.

Why? Why write that? Whose idiot idea was that? Way to go ruining all of the previous games and their villains retrospectively!

It's something I absolutely didn't like about veilguard either. Just how every bad guy, plot, and personal quest had to have the evanuris involved in some way. Like everything. There wasn't a single quest not tied to them being responsible or a driving force, it's maddening.

They changed how the blight works. The blight!

It was the scariest thing in the entire franchise. It's incurable, if it doesnt kill you, you become a darkspawn, exposure can be enough to get it, if it gets in a wound you WILL BE infected, any land it's touched and corrupted is uninhabitable and dead for centuries, if not millennia.

Now you get a "blighted" status if you step in it. Oopsie, stepped in some blight, tee hee :3

It's not a fucking status effect!!!

I actually though the first time that happened there'd be story consequences, that I got blighted. But no, just a pop up.

I dont even wanna start on the "southern thedas is basically gone" shit they did either. Other people wrote better about that than I ever could.

Just... everything feels so disrespectful to the previous games and player choices.

It did make me want to replay Origins, 2 and Inquisition again, just to wash away any bad vibes.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

wow what a great weekend i wound up having, largely unexpectedly! friday morning zoom with a friend straight to hanging with a friend in town from far away, down to brooklyn for a single tutoring session & then home and back out to a bar 5 minutes from my apartment that i didn't know existed and has shockingly good vibes (to me, known bar hater) because people were hanging out; saturday thrifting & hot chocolate with a friend who talked me into buying a pair of $15 men's wranglers i wasn't sure of but now am obsessed with and feel when i am wearing them like liz lemon in that episode where she gets those jeans that make her butt look amazing and then has to give them up because the company is owned by halliburton, then home to leg day and back out to a slight but very entertaining musical about a robot band because a friend had a last minute extra ticket, then from there to a holiday party downtown where i mostly hung out with the same people i had hung out with on friday; and then today somehow another last minute ticket appeared, this one to a screening of the philadelphia story, which was somehow my first katherine hepburn picture and i do understand now why my friend who has been Like That about her our entire lives is Like That about her... i mean like wow.... anyway and then home for a zoom session and sunday treat korean take-out and, mostly, washing 5 million dishes, resulting in a kitchen that is not quite clean but has crossed the threshold where i no longer open the door to the apartment upon arriving home and think for a second "my kitchen makes me want to kill myself" lol.

anyway! we are in the final two weeks before break, and three students had their final sessions (or final before resuming in january) this week, with one more coming this tuesday, a week earlier than i thought due to some confusion over his test date... we're really winding down now... the week came in at just under twenty seven and a half hours so planning to put in about 25 this week should be fine in terms of stuff getting done. i feel like my surprise streak of fun things happening sort of broke me out of my tunnel vision re: Must Always Be Highlighting and i feel much calmer about the idea of for example prioritizing ending this week with also my room doesn't make me want to die lol. i dooooo want to be prepped at least for my first few sessions back before i go into full Vacation Mode which will require some willpower.... but i think it'll be fine since next week i have like five sessions total.

this week i only worked out 3 times partly due to busyness partly due to soreness but it was a run of HIIT day, upper, & lower, so at least it was a well balanced 3. also it's good to take stock and think about how wild it would be to me a few years ago to think of conceiving of a 3-workout week as an "only." it continues to be annoying that i had to take time off and now have to take body-acclimation time so close to the end of the program but on the bright side i am 3 days away from the end of the program! amnesty got bumped thank goodness and that will definitely get a bigger priority this week especially since my replacement pair of earbuds whose sound quality i don't hate should arrive soooon... it's starting tomorrow and luckily the one song i've blurbed so far is on the roster so i am so far on track for doing at least a blurb a day. that & the room thing are the preoccupations for the week i think!

[glorious-spoon]

Hi :) I hope I'm not too late, I'd love prompt no.7 for buck and eddie :)

hi, and thank you! sorry it's so late! <3

7. a kiss to shut them up

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"Your timing is fucking terrible," Eddie hisses, sounding halfway to laughing his ass off.

Buck dissolves into giggles, pushing his face into Eddie's warm shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle them. Partly, it's sheer surprise; for someone whose career trajectory has consisted of war zones and emergency services, Eddie really doesn't swear that much. Buck assumes it's mostly for Christopher's sake, plus maybe a lingering childhood terror of what his abuela would do to him if she ever heard the word fuck leave his mouth.

Mostly, though, it's because���shit, he's right, he really is. Buck has never had so much as a nodding acquaintance with good timing. He fell in love with Abby while her mom was dying in her living room. He fell in love with Eddie—well, a long time ago, in retrospect, but he realized he was in love with Eddie when they were still both dating other people. 

And right now, he's got Eddie backed into a literal storage closet at his sister's literal wedding. He's supposed to make a toast in about ten minutes. Chimney is never going to let them hear the end of it if he catches wind of this.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he hiccups, and Eddie snickers and pats his back in the close darkness. Buck can feel the shape of his grin against his forehead. His plush lower lip, which Buck was just kissing.

"Shush."

"I was gonna wait for the reception. Honest." He had an entire plan. He was going to give his toast—his notes are still crumpled in his jacket pocket—and finish his glass of champagne, and ask Eddie to dance. After that, his plan loses detail, but he did have one.

"Mm. Glad you didn't."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Well," Eddie says, catching his cheek and turning him slightly. "Means I can do this again, for one thing."

He's being kissed again a moment later, languidly sweet and somehow even more thrilling than the first one was. It's not like he thought Eddie wasn't on board with this; Eddie kissed him back then, too. But now there's no surprise in it at all, and that makes it better.

"You could do that on the dance floor," Buck says, then cringes a moment later. Because just because—this doesn't mean Eddie wants an audience. Or wants anyone to know. Or wants anything at all, other than to make out with Buck in this linen closet in the nice outdoor venue that Maddie and Chim chose while the loudspeakers play some sweetly forgettable pop song over the sound of the wedding guests filtering in.

"Definitely can't do everything I want on the dance floor," Eddie says, low and dark and promising.

"Eddie."

"Just saying."

Buck laughs again, a little hysterical. "You've, uh, you've been thinking about this, huh?"

"Yeah," Eddie says easily. "Glad you finally did something about it. I would have just wound myself up with nerves forever."

"I was going to ask you to dance," Buck blurts.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. He's smiling; Buck can hear it in his voice. Wishes suddenly that he could see it on his face too. It seems suddenly ridiculous that they're crowded in a fucking closet. Not the metaphorical vibe he was going for.

"Yeah," Buck says.

"I would have said yes."

"Oh," Buck says, and it's shaky, a little. Tellingly shaky. Eddie's hand is warm and gentle on his cheek, his voice soft.

"I'm still gonna say yes. If you ask."

Buck breathes out softly, relieved. "Maybe you'll ask me."

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe we should get back out there before—oh shit," he adds, when the nearest door swings open. Footsteps clatter on the flagstones, and realistically Buck really should shut up now, but he's never been good at that. "Eddie, if we get caught in here Maddie is gonna—actually, you know what, Chimney is gonna kill us, and—"

He can't keep talking, abruptly, because he's being kissed again, with a thoroughness that makes him dizzy. Eddie's got his hands fisted in Buck's lapels, and his mouth is hot and insistent, and Buck could stay here happily forever, he thinks dizzily.

"Shh," Eddie whispers when they finally break apart, so Buck kisses him again instead of talking. They lose a happy few minutes like that before finally breaking apart, breathing quietly.

"I think the coast is clear," Buck whispers after a moment. Eddie hums a quiet assent, so he pushes the closet door open.

The coast is clear, for now. The terracotta flooring echoes like crazy; nobody's gonna sneak up on them now. But Eddie looks exactly like someone was just making out with him in a storage closet, and Buck suspects he's not much better off, by the glint in Eddie's eyes: half familiar fond amusement, half something else entirely.

"I have to go make a speech," Buck says, as much to his own libido as anything else.

"Uh huh," Eddie says, and does not stop looking at him like that.

Before either of them can try to fix their clothes, or take a step closer, there's a sharp rap at the door. They jump apart just as Hen ducks her head in and gives them a deeply amused look.

"They're asking for you, Buckaroo," she says.

"Oh, I, um, yeah," Buck says, and pats his pocket frantically. He's desperately glad he kept his notes; his entire speech has flown out of his head.

Eddie starts laughing quietly. Hen scoffs and steps into the room.

"Come here," she says, briskly twitching Buck's collar straight and tugging her fingers through his hair.

"You're not gonna fix Eddie up, too?" Buck asks, because there's clearly no point in denying what they were just up to.

"He's not giving a speech," Hen retorts. She steps back, pats his cheek lightly, and smiles. "Not that it would matter, honestly. Those two don't have eyes for anyone other than each other right now. You could show up naked and I doubt they'd notice."

Eddie sputters; Buck laughs out loud. Because he gets that; he gets it intimately. Even now, he can't stop looking at Eddie. Doesn't ever want to stop looking at him, but especially now, in this moment of thrilled wonder. "Yeah, okay."

"Come on," Hen says. She starts back out of the room, toward the reception, and as they fall into step behind her, Buck reaches shyly for Eddie's hand and finds him already reaching back.

-

(from these kiss prompts)

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Fantasy High Incorrect Quotes

Fig: I can explain.

Sandra Lynn: Can you?

Fig: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

~

Kristen: A theif.

Adaine: Thief?

Kristen: Theif.

Adaine: I before E, except after C.

Kristen: Thceif.

Adaine: No

~

Somebody: How many kids do you have?

Jawbone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

~

Riz: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Fabian's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

~

Kristen: Change is inedible.

Gorgug: Don't you mean inevitable?

Kristen, spitting out coins: No, I did not

~

Riz: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Sklonda: You're like 15 years old

Riz: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~

Fig: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Fabian: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

~

Jawbone: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Kristen: Thank you

Jawbone: I didn't say that was a good thing

Kristen: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

~

Fig giving bardic: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Gorgug: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

~

Riz: Please, I'm begging you go to Kristen.

Fabian: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

~

Kipperlily: Okay. I get it. We’ve had a really hard time lately, we’re stressed out, seven people died-

Ivy: Twelve, actually.

Kipperlily: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Oisin: Yours!

Kipperlily: That's right: no one's.

~

Fabian: Okay, truth or dare?

Riz: Truth

Fabian: How many hours have you slept this week?

Riz:

Riz: ...Dare

Fabian: Go to bed.

Riz: I don’t like this game.

~

Gorgug: Why are you on the floor?

Fig: I'm depressed.

Fig: Also I was stabbed, can you get Kristen, please.

~

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Jawbone please come to the front desk?

Jawbone, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Fig and Kristen*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Fig and Kristen, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Jawbone: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~

Riz: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Sklonda: Riz no.

Adaine: Mistlefoe.

Sklonda: Please stop encouraging him.

~

Adaine: Hey Kristen,

Kristen: Yes?

Adaine: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Kristen:

Kristen: Where’s Aelwyn?

~

Fabian: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Adaine: Just rip the bandage off.

Fabian: It’s Aelwyn.

Adaine: Put the bandage back on.

~

Riz: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Fabian: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Riz: Yes!

Kristen: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

~

Jawbone: I trust the Bad Kids.

Sandra Lynn: You think they know what they're doing?

Jawbone: I wouldn't go that far.

~

Fig: If Kristen and I were drowning, who would you save?

Adaine: You two can’t swim?

Kristen: It’s a hypothetical question, Adaine! who would you save?

Adaine: my time and effort.

~

Fig: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Gorgug: You were flirting with Ayda.

Fig: So what? She’s my girlfriend.

Gorgug: You asked her if she was single.

Fig:

Gorgug: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

~

Fig: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Kristen: The car takes a screenshot.

Gorgug, fixing the Hangvan: For the last time, get the fuck out.

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Fabian: Shit.

Riz: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Fig: OH MY GOD KRISTEN FELL OFF!!!

~

Fig: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Kristen: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Fig: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ADAINE WITH ME

Gorgug, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Riz: *Gently taps table*

Adaine: *Taps back*

Kristen: What are they doing?

Fabian: Morse code.

Riz: *Aggressively taps table*

Adaine: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~

Gorgug: Riz isn’t answering his phone

Fabian: I’ll call

Gorgug: Adaine and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Riz: Hello?

~

Adaine: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Fabian: Rude.

Fig: That’s fair.

Kristen: Not again.

Riz: Are you going to want this back?

~

Adaine: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Fig: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Kristen: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Riz: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Sandra Lynn: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

~

Adaine: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Fabian: Several traffic violations.

Kristen: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Riz: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Fig: Also, that’s not our car.

~

Adaine: Are we really going to let Fabian keep Riz?

Fig: We kept Kristen.

~

Fabian, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Kristen: Hey.

Adaine: Hi.

Gorgug: Hello.

Fig: Hey!

Fabian: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Riz: We were out of Doritos.

[velvetvexations]

anon really went Ah a trans woman who isnt skinny or hairless or feminine and doesnt want to be (thing that can also be true for cis women) clearly this must be a man. anyway (horny voice) wow you are a foot taller than me

I sure am~!

I don't know if it's your blog aesthetics or your kinks or your outspoken opinions on trans rights that gets me the most but i have a huge crush on you for all of the above

I'm a gift.

The way some of the trfs you reblog talk about "tmes" just sounds so much like the way a lot of incels I've seen talk about women, and it still makes me double take sometimes. I don't have an eloquent explanation of how exactly, but the vibe is just so similar to what I saw as an edgy teen on 4chan and it's so weird to see in places that claim to be "progressive"

lotta resentment

MALL ANON HAS A TUMBLR NOW??? we got side-characters fuck yes

an ever expanding cast

came for the trf takedowns and stayed for the neato aesthetic posts hope youre havin a lovely day miss velvet

thank you!

I’m so sick of people on this website taking every opportunity they get to accuse trans men who are just talking about their oppression of being 1. A violent misogynist 2. Not even trans 3. A straight up rapist or abuser. I’m actually so exhausted.

I know anon, and I'm so, so sorry. It's tiring. Take breaks as often as you can.

TRFs saying they need to post discourse and be rancid shit because theyre doing it for "the transfems who cant" (ex, trans women of color & sex workers) sounds INCREDIBLY similar to TERFs saying they need to Post Discourse and Be Rancid because "women in third world countries cant"

it sure is

Maybe i just misread it wrong but why was that one anon implying its bad for transmen to make “trans ppl should be having crazy t4t sex?” Jokes. Is there anything actually wrong about that joke?

I think you mean person I reblogged? They were saying it was sexual harassment lmao.

I feel like a lot of confusion about terfs and radfeminism is simply because a ton of self identified terfs arent radfems but are ppl whos politics abt men arent as intense (like dog standard gender essentialism) but for a lack of a better term coopt the terf concepts around transphobia.

That's certainly true, the term is becoming rapidly diluted not just from people who call all transphobes TERFs but all transphobes calling themselves TERFs. We're still not to where radical feminism is not at the core of it, though.

Some very weird trans people in the dropout tag are complaining about how dungeons and drag queens "makes them uncomfortable" PLEASE explain to me how this is literally any different from conservatives whose reaction to drag is "icky!!! Gross!" Like??? Do they think its progressive to shit on drag queens? Do they think this is ok because they happen to be trans? They sound like Republicans!

well see transfems who do drag aren't real transfems because something something

thoughts on this applying to transfem TRFs?

Blocked so I have no clue what this says.

Re: wounded gazelle. I don't even think it's always that and on purpose. Sometimes it very very blatantly IS. But other times people feel (understandably!) hurt by the backlash they are receiving and instead of thinking "This feels shitty... but could I possibly be in the wrong?" they think "I'm being attacked! This means I am a victim and therefore correct!" genuinely and through lack of self awareness rather than planned malice. Not always easy to tell the difference though!

They are very stupid and egotistical, that is true yes.

[iiinkos]

made a tma avatar! the text is me rambling about their backstory n stuff, but since i had a headache, was making stuff up as i went along, and i was writing fast it is very incomprehensible

they’re mostly based on the crisis i had about if tma were real, would i want to become and avatar and live or just die to one of the entities

and also they’re a kid because i am way too into childhoods being ruined

i’ll write down their info under the cut! enjoy :)

name: harper tran

gender and sexuality: agender aroace

pronouns: they/them

status: avatar of the end

nationality: mixed filipino & vietnamese

age: 14

relations: oliver banks, gertrude robinson, jonathan sims

backstory:

harper grew up in a big family and the others never really paid attention to each other, so they often ended up wandering out when they were bored, eventually leading to their first encounter with a fear (the desolation)

they escaped but it kept happening— they went down a spiral (lmao) after recognizing the building used in a history lesson (robert smirke building that they had an encounter in)

eventually met gertrude who decided (after harper gave their statement) that they should know about the fears and whatnot

after that they dug deeper and found out about becoming an avatar & decided that they’d rather die than become one of those things, so they started being less and less careful about their self preservation, but that also led to the fears targeting them more

they managed to escape each time, but also getting closer and closer to dying each time, they came to gertrude for advice every now and then on how to deal with the entities

gertrude died and was replaced with jon though, and while jon didn’t have their answers he was fun to bully (and harper cared about him, but they wouldn’t admit it)

but eventually they died to a hunt avatar, who stabbed them in the chest

they chose to die, not thinking about the fact that the end could take them

they woke up disappointed but got up anyway to check out their wound, putting on a jacket to cover it up

while walking down the streets to the hospital they notice something weird about the people— some are injured heavily, some have their veins colored a toxic green, some they could see their organs, slowly dying, and none of them noticed

some’s injuries and whatnot were more obvious than others, they decided to check on someone whose weird thing was the most obvious (an old person with their heart)

the old person had a heart attack and died, and it made harper feel more energetic

they ran away and had a breakdown, tried to find a place where no one was dying (very, very hard) but met oliver instead, who showed them how to exist and be chill

they’re vibing now with oliver, just being immortal and kinda petty

notes:

i tried to base them off of martin’s line “you know, i think (the lonely) always had me” being that he was already showing signs of being a good fit for the lonely before he was actually turned. they were indifferent to the idea of death, which is why the end saw them as a good fit

i like writing them because they r just. so tired. gave them the energy of someone going thru a midlife crisis despite being a teenager lmao i might actually share a writing thing of them idk

they do NOT have a fashion sense. they put on a shirt and pants and that’s good enough

the ends of their hair are white because that’s my favorite oliver hc :)

alr thanks for reading my rambles!

[dreamsgalore]

Star-Crossed Chapter Four (Supernova) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

Summary: [adj] (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. not favored by the stars. ill-fated. refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.experienced! suguru geto x inexperienced! reader

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. light angst. dirty talk. unprotected sex. loss of virginity. light size kink. cunnilingus. light mentions of blood. pet names. inexperience. virginity mention. teasing. m&f orgasm. kind suguru. fluff at the end. praise kink.

❥ note: This story takes place before the Hidden Star Plasma Vessel Arc of JJK> It's also more of an AU, taking place when all characters are 18+.

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Two weeks had gone by since your last encounter with Suguru. The two of you decided to take things slow, not wanting to rush the big moment but to let it happen naturally. Since then, you’ve been going out on more dates around town with him. He had been fairly busy with his work at Jujutsu High and he managed to have some off time today, planning a picnic in a nearby park with you and later, a small get-together with his friends at a karaoke club.

 You’ve only met Gojo and Shoko a handful of times but you never got bad vibes from them. In fact, they were very sweet to you. You wanted to get to know them better. You wanted to be involved in Suguru’s personal life more but there always seemed to be a thin wall keeping you from getting too close. Like there was something he was trying to protect you from. You didn’t understand his logic exactly, but you didn’t want to pry. 

You instead chose to focus on what was happening at the moment which was you and Suguru walking side-by-side around the park to find the right spot to set up. He had picked the perfect day to step out for lunch. The weather was comfortably warm and the clouds were out enough to shield you from the bright sunrays. You chose to wear a ruffled white floral print sundress that touched your mid-thigh, a rounded sun hat to provide some shade, and all-white sneakers to match. 

The theme today must’ve been floral as Suguru’s outfit consisted of a white button-up with a floral print etched up the sides and oversized shorts that were held up only by a belt. The thin fabric of his shirt already left little to the imagination but to top it off, he only buttoned it halfway, the wind exposing more of his chest every time it blew. He looked so handsome!

“Hey, (y/n). Do you think this a good enough spot?” He asks, pointing to a grassy area amongst the trees.

“It’s perfect! Let’s get everything set up!” 

Suguru takes the blanket he was carrying with him and unravels it, spreading it out so that you could take a seat. Taking his place beside you, you start to unpack the lunch you made from your basket. Suguru watches you attentively, admiring your radiant beauty. He lifts a hand up to stroke your cheek and you pause.

“What’s up, Sugu?” 

“Nothing. You just look so beautiful today.” He whispers, leaning to kiss your sweet lips. 

You blush and look away, pouting, “Baby, not in public! People will stare!”

He snorts at this, “Let them stare! If I wanna kiss my little munchkin then I should be able to.”

“M-Munchkin!?” You yelp, embarrassed by this new pet name he gave you. He bursts out into a thunderous fit of laughter and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“You don’t like my new name for you? I’m wounded!” He plants wet smooches on your cheeks, making you squirm in his hold as you try to escape. 

“Suguru, please-!” You grab his shoulders and put some distance between the two of you, “You’re making me shy!”

“I think it’s cute.” He hums, finally letting you go so you can recollect yourself. You fix your dress, giving him a flick to his nose to teach him a lesson. He smiles, taking amusement in your flustered state.

“You’re so mean.” 

“Sorry! You look so adorable when you get all worked up.”

You huff and snatch one of the sandwiches you made, taking a big bite out of it. Suguru follows your lead, grabbing the other and munching on it quietly. After a while, you both just take in the calming atmosphere of the field you’re currently in. You thought about your relationship with Suguru and how much you loved him, but that looming feeling of worry began to consume you once more as thought about whether or not he trusted you. That divide you felt made you more self-conscious than anything. 

Was there a reason he didn’t want you to know that side of him? Did he love you the same way you loved him? All this questions lingered on your mind while Suguru quietly snacked on his meal. You felt as if a weight had been dropped on your head from the anxiety you felt about this whole ordeal. You wanted to speak out, to be reassured that you were overthinking everything and had nothing to worry about. But you were too afraid to ask.

 As if he had sensed a change in the air, Suguru turned his head to look at you. His expression unreadable. It looked as if he were staring right through you. There was twinge of sorrow in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Sugu?” You cocked your head to the side. 

“I should be asking you that, hun.” He touches your shoulder briefly and you swear you feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

You look down at your lap and fumble with your fingers, “It’s nothing, Suguru.”

“Babe, I rather you be honest with me. I won’t push it if you really don’t want to say anything but I can tell you want to.” He smiles encouragingly, “What’s on your mind?”

You go silent for a moment or two. 

“Suguru, sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes I feel like there’s secrets you keep from me. Not that having secrets is a bad thing but I just worry you feel like you need to hide parts of your life from me. You don’t have to though, Sugu! I want to be able to support you in every way. We’re in this together, right?”

Suguru studies you. There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wish he could let you know about his world. The world of curses and sorcerers. The world of exorcising and consuming the beasts that unknowingly plague society. The creatures that sometimes plague you, latching onto your back and draining you like a demon. It pained him seeing these curses grow out of you regularly because of your anxious nature. He knew you couldn’t help it. He exorcised each and every one, swallowing them if it meant you’d be relieved of your ache. 

He wish he could tell you. Maybe he could eventually but now wasn’t the right time. Not now.

“Right.” He inches back, holding a glowing orb in his hand that'd he save for later, “I’ll try to do better, sweetheart. Forgive me.”

Suguru felt bad for making you feel you’ve been left out of his life. He never noticed how much of a wall he built between the two of you. It was for protection, to keep you safe from the harmful world of Jujutsu. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you ended up hurt or worse. You were the light of his life and he wanted to keep you unaware for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure you soft heart could handle the intense knowledge of curses or how they’re produced. 

“Look at the time, babe. We gotta get going if we’re going to make it to the karaoke bar in time.”

You gasp, “You’re right! Let’s go!”

You jump up and Suguru follows your lead, helping you pack up the blanket and remaining food into your basket. He then takes your hand and starts in the direction of the karaoke bar. It wasn’t far, so you opted to walk as opposed to taking public transport. It had only taken about ten minutes to reach the bar where Gojo and Shoko were standing out front, waving to the two of you.

“Suguru! (y/n)! What’s up?” Shoko chirped, a lit cigarette dangling between her lips, “You two are late.”

Suguru snorts, “Only by two minutes.”

Gojo grins, “Still late. C’mon! I’m getting bored out here. I wanna listen to some tunes.”

The white-haired man strolls into the bar carelessly, leaving the rest of you behind. Shoko puts out her cigarette and enters as well. Suguru turns to you and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face. Suguru pats your head and leads you inside the building where the four of you meet up inside the private room you rented. Gojo had already placed an order for some drinks and sweets while Shoko scrolled through the songs available. Suguru had took a seat beside you and handed you a microphone much to your surprise.

“Are you going to sing, babe? I think it’d be a lot fun.” Suguru beamed.

“B-But Sugu-!” You clench your hands around the mic, “What if I mess up? I’m gonna be embarrassed…”

“Don’t be, (y/n)! Besides, I’m sure you have a beautiful voice. I’ve heard you hit certain notes before easily.” He purrs suggestively, your cheeks heating up, “I can help if you want.”

“Really?”

He nods and pulls you into his lap, “Sing something. Anything you want.”

You let out a shaky sigh and start to sing into the microphone, hearing your voice echoed throughout the area. Your tune was relatively steady and your pitch was perfect in the mid-range but the high note is where your voice got rocky. It was coming up and before you could stop, Suguru dragged his hands up your thighs, very close to your sensitive flower and a note you never thought you could hit squeezes from your throat. Your face was burning red.

“See? Told ya.”

“Get a room guys. We’re here to sing!” Gojo grunts, selecting a song for him and Shoko. 

Suguru laughs, “Sorry, guys.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and lets your body fall into his chest. He holds you close, snuggling his face into your neck as the two of you wait your turn to pick a song. The rest of the night was spent singing your hearts out without a care. Suguru and Gojo had a hilarious duet that you and Shoko got a kick out of and on top of that, you had an incredible solo that earned you a standing ovation from your small group of friends. Overall, the night was exciting and fun and you were glad that you decided to tag along. 

Eventually, the time had ran up on the room you all rented and you had to take your leave. Instead of going home, however, the four of you decided to take a stroll down the busy street. It was close to eight o’clock and none of you wanted to call it night just yet. 

“Hey guys! We should go to a club!” Gojo suggests.

“The club? (Y/N) and I aren’t even dressed to go to a club.” Suguru motions towards what you both were wearing. 

“Ah, who cares! Won’t matter when we’re all dancing anyways!” Gojo laughs, “Plus, I have a fake ID. We could get lit and forget all about it.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, “And where’d you get that from?”

Gojo snickers, “I have my sources.”

"That actually sounds fun, Gojo. I needed this break.” Shoko muses, taking out a fresh cigarette and lighter.

“I guess we could stick around a little longer. What do you say, (y/n)?” Suguru peers at you and you nod.

“It sounds great to me!”

Gojo jumps with excitement, “Hell yeah! There’s a club with great music just down the street-”

His phone goes off. Everyone’s phone goes off except your own. They all look at each other knowingly but you seemed to be the only one left out of what was going on. Gojo takes out his flip phone and reads whatever is on his screen. Shoko and Suguru do the same.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Their timing couldn’t be any worse.” Gojo growls, clearly upset about the message relayed to him.

“So much for a day off.” Shoko hums, blowing smoke from her nose as she sighs tiredly.

Suguru remains quiet. He was tense and looked to be just as upset as Gojo. Why couldn’t it be any other day? Why today? He just wanted more time. 

“Suguru, hang back on this one.”

Suguru’s eyes widen as he turns to Gojo who’s giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Gojo, you know I can’t do that.”

“I’m serious, Suguru. Shoko and I can handle it. It’s not like it’s a special grade or anything. Besides, you gotta make sure (y/n) gets home safe. It’s getting late.”

He was right. Suguru didn’t want to send you off into the night by your lonesome. It wasn’t safe. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight. With a tight squeeze of your hand, he gives in. 

“Okay, Gojo. I’ll go but make sure you call back up. Just in case.”

“I understand.” Gojo grins at you and ruffles your hair with his massive hand, “See ya later, (y/n)! It was nice seeing you again. Hopefully we can hang out longer next time.”

Shoko waves at you, “We’ll meet again, (y/n)! Let’s go shopping next time, yeah?”

“Yeah! Definitely! See you guys.” You hide your pain behind a gentle smile. 

Suguru says his goodbyes to his friends and the two of you head off in the opposite direction. Flagging down a passing taxi, Suguru opens the door for you and let’s you take your seat before he slides next to you. The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Usually, this kind of silence would never bother you as it came from a mutual understanding between the two of you. This was different, though. It was awkward and shrouded completely in mystery for you at least.

“We’re here.”

Your thought was interrupted by Suguru’s voice. You looked out the window to see the taxi had parked itself in front of your complex. Suguru quietly pays the driver and escorts you out the vehicle and up to your apartment. He treaded slowly behind you as if he were being bogged down by a weight attached to his ankle. He was seemingly lost in his own thoughts. 

Unlocking your front door, you step inside your poorly lit living room and flick the lights on. You set down your picnic items you’ve been carrying around and take a seat at your dining room table. The tension was high and for the wrong reasons. What was going on and why did everyone feel the need to keep it from you? It hurt your feelings more than anything. You didn’t understand.

“Listen, (y/n). I know this all is very confusing for you. It’s for your own safety that some parts of my life, you’re left out of.”

“I-I don’t understand, Suguru. Why can’t you tell me?” You whisper, “D-Do you not trust me?”

Suguru shakes his head and settles on his knees in front of you, stroking your hand gently, “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just…dangerous.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes and Suguru frowns, upset with himself for making you cry. He was on the verge on cracking and spilling his guts to you, but there was still something holding him back. 

“What have you gotten yourself into that you can’t even tell me , Sugu?”

He didn’t know how to answer. How could he without seeming unreasonable? He hated seeing you like this. Especially when it’s because of him and his loyalty towards his fellow Jujutsu brethren.

“I wish I could tell you, baby. It’s my duty to keep people like you safe and one of the ways we do that is by keeping certain secrets. I want to tell you everything but I’m afraid it would do more harm than good…Please, try to see it from my perspective. I know it’s difficult, but, please…”

You wipe your eyes as your tears begin to stain your cheeks and Suguru’s heart sinks into his chest. He never put much thought into how much damage could come out of hiding his life as a sorcerer from his loved ones. That was his mistake and now he was on the verge of losing you because it. Making you cry like this was a sin in itself but to lose a kind-hearted and loving person like you? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Listen, (y/n). I-I love you. I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. I just want you to be safe and sound. Please try to understand.”

Suguru stands and brings you into a swift kiss, the taste of your salty tears lingering on his tongue.

“Please, sweetheart. Forgive me. Please-”

The dire kiss deepens and he embraces you firmly, keeping you from squirming your way out of his arms. The liplock was desperate and pleading, laced with regret and shame. You whimpered into his mouth as he plants more kisses to your lips, practically smothering you in affection as a form of apology for his wrongdoings. For making you cry and doubting his love even for a second.

Balling your hands into fists, you grip his shirt as you start to lose yourself in his touch. You couldn’t even respond to his confession of love he was holding you so tight. All you could do was melt into him and reciprocate his love through your lips. The situation was quickly becoming heated, your hands wandering over his form until you reach the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it to get his attention. 

Suguru notices this and breaks the kiss for a moment to see your glistening eyes peering up at him with absolute want. You yank his shirt once more and he gets the hint, lifting the fabric off his body until he was shirtless before you. Your small hands flow up the bumpy surface of his abs to his slim waist and his muscles quiver underneath your curious touch. You needed him badly judging by your lustful appearance, and who was he to deny you?

Unable to resist your temptation, Suguru drags you back into the heavy kiss and slides his hands down to your thighs, eagerly hoisting you up out your seat and into his arms. To steady yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and straddled his waist, surprised that he lifted you with such ease. 

He then effortlessly carries you from your living area to your bedroom, the only source of light coming from the pink fairy lights you had strewn over your bed. You must’ve forgotten to turn them off when you left out this afternoon.

Now standing by the foot of your bed, Suguru gives you one last loving smooch before dropping you down onto your mattress carelessly. Your body bounces against it and he wastes no time in crawling over the top of you, letting his hands caress every inch of skin he could before grabbing at the fabric of your sundress, nearly ripping it off your form until you were only clad in your lacy panties and bra. 

You gasp at his rough handling of you and cover yourself partially with your blanket. You’d been naked in front of him before but you were suddenly feeling self conscious about his sharp eyes ogling you like they are now. He notices this and stops for a moment to calm down. It slipped his mind this would be your first time doing something like this and that he still needed to take it slow. 

“I wanna eat your pussy again, babe. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that day.” He starts tugging the lace down your legs, waiting for your full consent, “Will you let me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You lift your hips to aid him in pulling your undies off, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed. 

He moans at your enthusiasm and settles himself between your thighs, nipping at the flesh until purplish marks formed. Holding your legs open, he latches straight onto your clit and you arch upwards, your mouth falling open at the sudden rush you felt. Your hand shot down to his thick hair, coiling itself in the black strands as his tongue starts to work over the swollen bud. 

“Mnn, Suguru! P-Please-” Your thighs shut themselves against his ears and he chuckles, opting to hold your hips instead as they start to buck in tandem with his tongue. 

With your wild movements, it was becoming difficult to keep his mouth attached but he managed, using some of his strength to hold you down against the bed where he wanted you. He could tell you weren’t going to last much longer but he wanted to prep you for what was going to come. He brings one of his hands up to your sopping cunt, gently teasing your little opening with his thick finger. You suck in a deep breath of air and whimper, a soft smirk appearing over his features at your reaction.

“May I?” His raspy voice vibrates against your hypersensitive bundle of nerves and you shake. 

“I-Is it going to hurt, baby?” You whispered to him, looking down at him as he gathered your juices on his index and middle fingers.

“It shouldn’t. Besides, I need to stretch this tight, little cunt out if you’re gonna take me.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your core earning a gasp from you, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod aggressively, “O-Okay, Sugu.”

He hums and continuously strokes the length of your slit with his rough digits, lubing them up with your fluids before prodding his middle finger at your opening. Without much resistance, his finger easily slides into your hole and you wince, not expecting it to feel as invasive as it did. Suguru strokes your thigh with his free hand to soothe your nerves.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” He returns his lips to your neglected clit and sucks on it hungrily, easing his finger in and out of your moist walls warily, “Take it.”

The feeling was foreign; a completely new experience for you. You never felt pleasure this deep inside of you before and it was numbing all your senses. Your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers as they try to adjust. A series of breathy gasps follow with every pump and Suguru takes pleasure in your weak sounds. He keeps the pace consistent aside from his shaky hand jerking occasionally, resulting in a loud, drawn-out cry from you.

Wanting to see if you could take more, he inserts another finger and scissors them, watching your body twist as if he commanded it to do so. By this point, your gooey essence was leaking over the stretch of his hand and the obscene squelching of your wetness echoed in the air. Your cunt clamped against his fingers as you start to feel those sparks in your lower belly again. 

“Shit, you’re taking my fingers so well. You might be ready for my cock, sweetheart.” Suguru puts more force behind his fingers, egging you on, “Cum all over my face and I’ll let you have it. Be a good girl for me.”

Your whole body burned at his praise and you released, his poor fingers crushed as your cunt spasms around them. Suguru took a deep breath to compose himself, your orgasm getting him more excited than it should’ve. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the red tip pearling with precum at your little display. 

As you come down from your high, Suguru moves back up the bed so he’s face-to-face with you again. He observes your current state, thinking how your post-orgasmic bliss was one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed. Cupping your flushed cheek with his hand, he traces his thumb over soft lips and slowly slides it between, settling it on the surface of your tongue. You absentmindedly suckle it, letting your tongue swirl around it’s shape carefully. Suguru bites his lip and swallows.

“Fuck, change of plans. Think you can do that on my dick, babe?” His voice comes out as a strained whisper.

You give an unsure nod, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s okay. I’ll walk you through it. We’ll take it at your pace.”

Suguru removes his thumb from your mouth and slides out of bed so that he’s standing at the edge. You move as well and settle yourself on your knees. He undoes his belt and pants, letting them drop along with his boxers until his hardened cock springs free from its confines. He grabs himself and strokes passively, signaling you with his other hand.

“Get closer, hun.”

You nod and get on all fours, sensually crawling over to him. His eyes follow you and he sucks his teeth once you fix yourself in front of him.

“You’re such a tease, y’know that?” He grips your chin, still stroking himself with his occupied hand.

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I don’t know what you mean, Sugu.”

“Minx.” He guides your face to his length and you freeze like a deer in headlights. He strokes your jawline and smirks, “What’s wrong, baby? Not much to say now, hm ?”

He releases you and you avoid his eyes, making him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, “Can you touch it for me? Like this?”

He shows you how he’s handling himself and you nod. It seems easy enough. Anxiously, you replace his own grip and wrap your hand around the base of his dick.  It felt heavy and thick and the only thought you had was how was it going to fit it inside of you. As if Suguru read your mind, he smiles and says, “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit.”

You start to match his movements from earlier, slowly pumping him in the fist of your small hand. He moans softly at this and angles his hips closer to you, “That’s it. Wanna try putting your tongue on it?”

You follow his lead and slip your tongue out, giving the reddened head of his cock soft, kitten licks. You could taste the mild saltiness of his precum on your taste buds. He lets out an even louder moan this time and you shudder as a chill runs up your spine. His sounds were so pretty and you craved to hear more of them. Licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, you swirl your wet tongue around the sensitive slit of his cock. It twitches in response and Suguru groans at your skillful work.

“Baby, try sucking it. Please.” He utters, entangling his fingers in your hair.

You open your mouth wide for him and Suguru takes it upon himself to slide his cock inside. You close your lips around his length and flinch. He was stretching your mouth to it’s limits but you were determined to take him. You slack your jaw to allow for more space and look up to him for guidance with your next move. 

“You’re doing so good. So, so good. You got it from here. Take your time.”

You hum in agreement and slowly start to take the lead, hollowing your cheeks. You carefully bob back and forth on his dick and place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself from taking too much. His groans were falling from his lips without restraint, silently encouraging you with the hand on your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. You’re a natural.” He mutters, craning his head towards the ceiling as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. 

As much as he wanted to watch you struggling to take his length in your mouth, you were working wonders on him. It was becoming harder to hold on as your heated cavern caresses his engorged cock over and over again. Even though you were inexperienced, you still managed to make him weak in the knees. It was taking everything within him not to slam his cock into your throat but he didn’t want to run you off. 

With one last moan of your name, he steps back and lets his hard cock slip out with a loud ‘pop’. You take a deep breath and look up at him, worried you’ve done something wrong. Suguru pats your soft hair in reassurance.

“Fuck, you did so good. I didn’t want to cum just yet.” He murmurs, curling your strands in his fingers lovingly, “Lay back for me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you right now.”

You listen to his command and shakily lay back on the doughy mattress of your bed, watching as Suguru climbs over you into the bed once more. He strokes your cheek briefly and captures your lips in his own, settling his wider body between your legs. As he leans in closer to you, you felt the thick heat of his length brush against your poor cunt and you twitch, clamping your legs against his hips to try and protect it. Suguru’s amused by your feeble actions.

“Getting shy on me again, sweetheart?” He grabs the back of your knees and slowly begins to pry your legs open. You feel your muscles tense harshly as he spreads them wider, using his strength to keep you from forcing them close again. He spread them as far as they could go, exposing your wet core to his hungry eyes. "Fuck, look at you."

Suguru grabs the base of his cock and rubs his hard cock against the heat of your pussy. You gasp loudly and start to follow his movements, chasing the contact. Cute. Your hips moved in tandem with his oozing cock until he was completely coated in your slick. Strings of pathetic whines slipped from your lips and his intense focus on your pulsating pussy never wavered. 

"Fuck, baby. Tell me what you want." He muttered, biting down on his lip as he continued to tease your cunt, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside of me, Sugu. Please.”

He couldn’t resist your pleas and that pitiful look on your face. Eagerly, Suguru grips himself and slides the tip of his cock against your tight hole, pressing against it lightly enough for you to feel a gradual, burning stretch. You grunt and grip his biceps for support as he inches deeper inside of you, unable to process the myriad of emotions you're feeling at the moment.

"O-Oh my god-" you gasped, "S-Suguru, 's so big- "

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

His body drapes over your own as he sinks himself deeper within your taut, wet core, only stilling when he’s finally hip deep inside your desperate cunt. He leans forward and captures your lips before you can even make a sound, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure. He caresses your breast with the open palm of his hand, twisting your pebbled nipples between his fingertips as he kisses your stress away.

“B-Baby-” You whimpered, your fingernails digging softly into the skin of his arm.

He was worried for a second that you’d tell him it was too much for you. That you’d push him away and tap out for the night. He was caught completely off guard by the borderline pornographic moan that ripped itself from your throat.

“F-Fuck, Sugu…Please move. I need you.”

Suguru's heart wanted to melt at your little cries for him. It was adorable how desperate and willing you were for him but he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to see what reactions he could get out of you. “Mm, how bad do you need it, baby?"

"I need it so bad, Sugu." You arch slightly off the bed, your plump breasts brushing against his pecs, "P-Please, I'm so wet."

And you weren't lying. Your essence had started to soak the sheets beneath you and the length of his cock. Suguru decided to indulge you, easing his cock out of you before pressing it back in, hearing the repeated wet squelch of your pussy as he gave you experimental thrusts. The sharp breaths of air you sucked through your teeth followed by the soft, little ah's spurred him on further.

"Damn, baby. You're so tight. I thought I stretched your little pussy out good enough but with the way you're squeezing me, I won't last very long."

You moan and thrash your head to the side, your cunt clenching around him tight with his dirty words. He groaned.

"Fuck, you like that? You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" His thrusts started to pick up pace until the quiet clap of skin echoed throughout the room, "Tell me."

“Y-Yes, oh my god, yes .”

Your eyes flutter shut as he once again speeds up, keeping his movements moderate enough to not hurt you. Instead, he made it his mission for you to feel every inch of his hardened length drag against the sensitive walls of your cunt, striking that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

"I've been waiting so long for this, y’know that? S-Shit. Been waiting for the day my shy, sweet girl would let me split her open on my cock."

The combination of his vulgar words and his skillful thrusts was sending you into a frenzy. Shockwaves of smaller, benign orgasms rippled through your body but that familiar coil began to twist in your stomach again and it was becoming harder for you to hold on. Burying your face into his shoulder, you take in the scent of his musk and sob his name quietly, hoping to control the volume of your cries like this.

"Getting shy on me again ?" He accentuates the last word, "You're too precious. Acting all sweet and innocent in public and now you're taking my dick. Practically begged for it. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this." 

You whimper into his neck and hold him close, your legs slowly falling limp. He was driving you insane, his cock hitting spots inside you you didn't know existed.

"Fuck, you like the thought of that, angel? Want everyone to know who was your first? Want everyone to know who fucked your little pussy raw?"

"O-Oh my god, Sugu-" 

Suguru hooks his hands under your knees, giving them leverage and spreading them wide open.

"You're trembling, baby. Such a good girl for me. Taking my dick so well, sweetheart. Love you so much."

He's now plowing through your core with faster, yet disciplined strokes. The bed creaks in resistance and softly beats against the wall with every thrust forward. The sounds of your wavering cries fill the air and he chases your response, the volume increasing with every snap of his hips. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

"Are you mine, love?"

"Y-Yes, Sugu! Ah , y-yes!"

"Convince me."

"I'm yours, baby. H-Hah … A-All yours. No one else's. I-I love you, Suguru. A-Ah ! I-I love you so much-!" 

The words free-flowed from your mouth like a long-awaited confession, suddenly turning into incoherent babble as your orgasm approached. Suguru notices the faint look of longing in your eyes and the shift in your breathing, knowing full and well you were on the brink. You throw your head back against the pillow and tangle your fingers in his raven hair, panting loudly as you get closer with each rough thrust of his stuttering hips.

"Suguru, I-I’m g-gonna-"

"I-I know, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around me."

That's all you need to hear. You broke, crying out as your orgasm consumed you. This one felt different from the others. It felt deeper, more intense, and you could hardly catch your breath. As you arch off the mattress, Suguru kisses your neck and slows his movements, not wanting to overstimulate your senses as you squirm against the bed uncontrollably.

"That’s it, baby. Let it all out." He coos into your jugular, his voice strained from the flexing of your walls against his thick cock, "So fucking sexy."

Suguru wraps a hand securely around your back, holding you up by your waist as you ride out your orgasm against him. The tantalizing sight of you in the throes of ecstasy made him forget how to breathe. You were writhing beneath him wildly, sobbing his name repeatedly like a mantra on your tongue, and holding onto him for dear life as if you'd float away from his grasp at any moment. Your skin was flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, causing you to have a heavenly glow under the fluorescent pink lights strewn over your bed. You were a goddess.

The juxtaposition of your angelic nature coupled with the filthy, erotic scenario currently at play made his heart beat out of his chest. You looked too perfect; absolutely divine. It was enough to set him off. 

Settling on his knees, Suguru quickly pulls out before he gets lost in the spasms of your walls and releases all he has over your stomach with a loud growl. He strokes himself aggressively, covering your flushed skin in webs of white until he's drained. Catching himself before he collapses on top of you, his head hangs low near the side of your face, his hot breath wafting against your ear as you both come down from your high.

"Still with me?" He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of skin as he speaks.

You breathlessly nod, your chest heaving against his. 

"Yes, Sugu."

"You did so good. How was it?" He asks with genuine care, nuzzling your temple.

"It was amazing, Suguru. I had so much fun." 

"That's great, sweetie." 

He looks between your two bodies to see the mess between your legs. He follows the trail to his length, coated in your slick and a red substance he assumed was blood. Maybe he was too rough on you, he thought, but you seemed just fine. He took this time to roll out of bed and grab a wet washcloth, wiping his sticky release from your stomach and folds until you were spotless. You smile down at him, playfully sticking your tongue out at him. 

He chuckles at your display and pinches your plump bum in retaliation, earning a squeak from your lips to his amusement. He then plops down behind you and throws his arm around your waist, spooning you close. He takes in your sweet, familiar scent and shuts his eyes, reveling in the tranquil, post-orgasmic silence.

“Suguru?” “Yes?” 

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“What do you mean?” “Do you really love me?” 

There was a small pause and then a sigh. Even after all this, you still needed to be reassured. Suguru caresses the supple fat of your tummy and buries his pointed nose in your hair, speaking softly as if he only wanted you to hear.

“I love you so much. Don’t want anyone else but you, baby. Never will.”

You blush at his sincere answer and hide your face in the pillow, your mind flickering through the tender memories you shared with Suguru. He was there through your highs and lows, never complaining about your timid nature. He was patient, and kind, and always made time for you even when he was tired and stressed about his duties as Jujutsu High. He was perfect for you. You loved him dearly.

“I love you too, Sugu.” You murmured, “Thank you for taking your time with me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek, “Hey. How would you feel about getting married one day?”

“Huh?!” You jump, both excited and bewildered, “A-Aren’t we missing a few chapters, Suguru?!”

He grins at your skittish reaction, “We don’t have to get married tomorrow, babe. The thought crossed my mind a few times and I just wanted to know what you thought. Don’t you wanna be my pretty little wife one day? Think about it -- you, in a beautiful white dress and a gorgeous rock on your fingers.”

Suguru takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, gazing into your eyes lovingly, “A honeymoon wherever you want, spent doing whatever you want. The Caribbean? Paris? Wherever.” 

He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your bicep to your jawline, “Then we’ll consummate the marriage however you see fit. We’ll make love all night long if that’s what you desire. I can treat you like the pretty princess you are or I can slut your little pussy out. Your choice, baby.”

He turns your head to face him and captures your lips in a heated liplock. You throw an arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself. He murmurs between kisses, “We can have a few rugrats, too. If that’s what you want.” He then snakes his arms around you to fondle your neglected breasts, earning an appreciative moan from you.

The more the situation at hand got heated, the more you started to seriously think about married life with Suguru. Maybe you did want to get married to him tomorrow. He was the one for you and you for him. It was undeniable. You wanted to travel to the ends of the Earth with him and settle down. You wanted to have his kids and grow old with him by your side. You were willing to do anything for him and he was willing to do the same for you. He wanted to grant your every wish in life.

“Baby…” You plead, “Make love to me again. Please .”

Suguru strokes your cheek and brushes a strand of hair from your face so he can savor the look of absolute need spread across your gorgeous features.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Joel Miller Masterlist ♥️

It's about time I finally wrote for him.

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about the Joel Miller from The Last of Us. Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Bully:

Summary/Request: "'All I could think about today was you.’ 'Being alone together was not the best idea.’"

Up Till Dawn:

Summary/Request: "I was thinking maybe there’s Unresolved Sexual Tension since they both were NOT COMMUNICATING!! and yk maybe they make up! write and do as you please bestie im excited to see what you do:)"

Keeping Up With You:

Summary/Request: "omg theme night!! i always miss these because of time difference! maybe Joel (TLoU) and “how does that feel?” and “stop pouting” to f!reader? im thinking like established relationship, very fluffy and loving vibes? do with this what you will haha. thank u girl 💗🪩✨"

Extra Shirt:

Summary/Request: "reader and joel are out looking for supplies when things start to get a little spicy and joel basically has to try and keep her quiet so that they don’t get caught by clickers?"

Heavy on The Heart:

Summary/Request: "Since the fall, the readers been struggling with her mental health and, given the state of the world, there's not a lot of resources for them. But they didn't have Joel when it first fell, now they do."

Ceilings:

Summary/Request: "Female reader smut with Joel Miller and the prompt 'Make Me’."

Escapism:

Summary/Request: "Joel Miller smut? Pre-apocalypse literally ANYTHING? Maybe where Sarah has been trying to get them together forever and one night something just snaps?"

Special:

Summary/Request: "for the valentine’s day blurbs, can i request joel and reader celebrating v day during the apocalypse and what that would look like?"

Long Time:

Summary/Request: "Maybe he knows her from before the fall and when he sees Tommy again, she's also there and they reconnect? Maybe a little teasing from Ellie?"

Just Friends:

Summary/Request: "can i request numbers 20 and 22 for joel please"

Brewing Storm:

Summary/Request: "Can I get the one bed trope with 'You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt in a really long time.’ for Joel Miller?"

Botany:

Summary/Request: "Can I has a Joel x reader request where he ends up picking her up along the way(saving her) and she just kinda sticks around."

Ashes to Ashes:

Summary/Request: "Joel Miller fluffy blurb with the prompt 'Whose blood is that?’"

No Wounds:

Summary/Request: "Joel Miller request with the prompts 'I’m not afraid of you.’ and 'You’ve always pushed people away *name*. I just never thought you’d do it to me.’"

Hold Onto Me:

Summary/Request: "What are your thoughts on Joel and “you’re hurting me” ?"

[mermaidsirennikita]

Share some stalking heroes 👀

HAPPY TO.

Historical:

Obviously, Valentine Napier from Elizabeth Hoyt's Duke of Sin, He Who Lives in Walls.

Mick Trewlove does a bit of stalking when he's staking out how to steal Aslyn (in order to ruin his half-brother's life) in Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath.

Magnus literally hunts Melissa down like a dog in S.M. LaViolette's Melissa and The Vicar (after she leaves him).

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale has an EXTREMELY stalkery, villainous hero and I love the degree to which he's just a creep lol. Like, the heroine is all "... how does he know these things" and the answer is "baby girl, he's been watching you sleep probably". TW: the first encounter is noncon (forced marriage consummation). Kinsale is very true to 14th century approaches to consent, but Elena does very much take the reins in the rest of it.

In a different way, the preceding novel (set 10 years before) For My Lady's Heart is also a stalkery hero book. The hero is a knight whose wife left him to join a convent (lmao) and when he's dropping her off there he sees this beautiful (married) princess who notices that he's attracted to her and calls him out... but when he unexpectedly has to give up ALL his money in order to commit his wife to the order--a thing he doesn't want to do!--the princess does him a solid and gives him some cash to get on his feet. And as a result, he becomes obsessed with her, pledges himself to her, and serves from afar in her name for like. 13 years. Then they finally meet again and it turns out she's kind of a bitch! (In the best way.)

Pippa and the Prince of Secrets by Grace Callaway, of course, has Cull, who watches Pippa while she's out doing her vigilante shit and is like, ready to run interference and who knows maybe smell her hair.

Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt of course has the truly insane and stalkery Maximus. Like Valentine, he refuses to call his heroine by her actual name lmao.

The Wolf and The Widlflower by Stacy Reid. Wolf Duke Duke of Wolverton is obviously a duke who lived with wolves for years, and after he realizes that his new shrink, a young man, is actually a woman in disguise (a fact he realizes when he SMELLS. HER. WOMANLY. SCENT. IYKWIM.) he's determined to catch her out lol.

Hotel of Secrets by Diana Biller has a hero who's admittedly a literal spy, but he does start lowkey stalking the heroine because he feels CRIME MAY BE AFOOT. And then he walks in on her... doing things alone.... and he goes "don't stop" and I lost my mind.

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas gives me this vibe because McKenna is so focused on revenge against Aline that it basically turns into this obsession with everything about her and what it takes to break her down. Like, McKenna gives strong murder vibes and I do find it hot.

The Dragon and The Pearl by Jeannie Lin gives me this vibe because he's like... keeping her captive for political reasons but you can literally see on the page when it starts to shift from politics to obsession lol.

Contemporary-ish:

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. I mean, Enzo watches Gia through security cameras while keeping her in a cage after setting up a faked death by bombing a bar after he buys in an Aperol spritz. Peak stalking.

Mafia Target--the book after Mafia Madman, m/m assassin/target... Alessio is literally stalking Giulio for months before they actually meet and he's obsessed with him and it's AMAZING.

All of Kresley Cole's Gamemaker books involve stalking but The Player is maybe the most intensely stalkery book of all time. I can't even tell you how. That would give it away. Trust and believe. This is a STALKER.

Sierra Simone writes some very possessive heroes. Mark from her Lyonesse series, though (starting with Salt in the Wound) gives strong stalker vibes. Partly because he clearly knows way more about Tristan and Isolde than either of them realize and has known it for a while lol. Also, he literally skulks around ruining people's lives, so. That's just WHO HE IS. And I do love it.

Paranormal:

Just shouting out the fact that every single IAD hero is a stalker, but special notes for Lothaire of Lothaire (on EVERY LEVEL, follows Ellie around for years before the book even begins, turns invisible to follow her around in his apartment, watches her from the shadows, has to carry her lingerie around in his pocket so he can deeply inhale it to cope); Cade from Dark Desires after Dusk (followed Holly around for years before the book began... again lmao); Trehan from Shadow's Claim (the MISTS!!!!).

Dragon Bound by Thea Harrison has a heroine who steals a penny from a dragon shifter's lair, and he literally hunts her down like a dog lmao.

[tobiasdrake]

Back to work. There are ingredients to gather.

Something about this place has a very Trials of the Elder Mist vibe to it. I wonder if the Ovates created him too?

I said back on Watcher Island that I love light puzzles.

I stand by that. Light puzzles, block puzzles, I'm a sucker for the classics.

Looks like this will be our key to shattering those blue crystals. I'll need to make a note to go back to the Moorlands with it. Betcha there's a Rainbow Conch behind that wall.

Huh, Coral Hammer got an upgrade. Now it can do more than make squishy paps against giant bells! It can also shatter gemstones.

Not from its hardness but because of its frequency.

It kinda looks like those heart cores that Dwellers leave behind when they die. Garl said we're supposed to put it in a bottle?

Oh. Right. Of course the alchemist knows how to bottle wind.

...but that's not the method Garl had in mind, because he wasn't expecting TIA to help us. I genuinely wonder what he expected Zale to do.

Meanwhile, on Team Serai:

I shouldn't be surprised that Hortence also knows how to conjure the Ruler of Tides. She knew Stormcaller for centuries.

It does not look happy to see us again. You think it's mad that we killed its undead bestie?

Its beak looks like a fountain pen. I wonder if it can write with that? Does its body produce ink that it can then press into surfaces to form its own Hydralion language?

I dunno. What i do know is that Bird > Seahorse

There's something very familiar about the concept of an eagle carpet-bombing an enemy target over a grudge that's really just a pretense for seizing control of a valuable resource. Something... recognizable in terms of symbolism. I can't quite place my finger on it though.

YEAH HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT ASSHOLE

My charred flesh has been avenged. Thank you, Serai. That was incredibly cathartic.

Fucker will think twice before he starts shit again. ...I mean, we started this shit. But that's how it goes. You and your bros jump the asshole in the parking lot to teach him to not start other shit.

Honestly, I don't know what crawled up his ass and died. We gave him an immaculate pearl and he wanted to fight about it? Seems to me that the Hydralion's just a prick.

Serai got the most manually intensive job of the lot. Hers has a second step attached to it, plus transporting all of those crops.

Things are going well with Garl and Malkomud. It's a huge ask, but someone of Malkomud's talents is perfect for the job.

I thought Malkomud was the person whose heart Garl would heal but it turns out it's the Sleeper. But, in a way, it's still also Malkomud. Kind of a one-two punch of healing there, giving Malkomud an incredible project to make him feel valuable by solving his people's greatest ordeal.

Aww, he has so much faith in me. ^_^

Even after I cost him his eye. ._.

...and got him mortally wounded. T-T

But I suppose it doesn't matter because the task I've been given has nothing to do with my questionable judgment skills! Garl has asked me to do violence. If there is one thing I'm confident in my ability to do, it's violence.

Who built these staircases? Because their presence here implies sentient civilization once occupied this volcano. Did the lava monster take this place from the Ovates? Is it an Ovate elemental experiment gone wrong?

I wonder if Teaks knows anything about the lava monster?

Resh'an is probably fine because he's an immortal undead being. No idea how I'm handling the intense convection. Maybe my lunar powers give me super-cooling.

That is a rock. I'm gonna be so mad if the oh-so-hyped-up lava monster is just a mini-volcano rock spewing magma. I was promised a fight against a living creature, not a geographic feature.

I mean, now that I say it like that, I would be willing to fight the volcano itself if--

Oh. No. There we go. That's much more of a "lava monster".

But not by much. Don't know what those Cloud Giants were worried about because this guy didn't have shit. Though, admittedly, it would have been a lot harder without Resh'an having my back.

There you go, Garl. One last spontaneous outburst of overwhelming violence for the road, to see you on your way.

Apparently Teaks's part of the plan was telling the story of everything that's transpired to the people of Mirth. Garl didn't mention that, but it's correct nonetheless.

For Garl.

[anomalocariscanadensis]

black metal 🎶 counter-attack!

black metal is one of my favorite genres. screams and tremolos just rub my brain the right way for whatever reason, i love them outside of black metal too (tho i can be picky with vocals especially). plus it's the faggiest subgenre of extreme metal - how many death metal bands would name a song some shit like "Tears of a Melancholic Vampyre"? it's got a lot of theatrical elements, and I tend to judge black metal albums by their overall vibe along with the music.

before i get into the recs, famously and unfortunately, a lot of people in black metal suck in a lot of ways. i generally don't worry too much about this because i'm pirating most of it anyway, but i've checked these ones out and as far as i can tell, none of them suck in any especially bad ways. with that out of the way here are some favorites of mine:

Spectral Wound - Frigid and Spellbound - melodic but uncompromising black metal that sticks within the classic vein, particularly influenced by Gorgoroth and the Finnish scene. one of the few black metal bands with good lyrics, inspirations including Walter Benjamin, Ingmar Bergman, Giorgio Agamben, and Kate Bush. this song is their catchiest, with some really good melodic riffs. no left theorists show up directly within its lyrics, which are instead about the beauty of a frozen river, and a Grindr hookup ("Come to me anon/Deranged and defiled/Twisting in dark passions/Of the cruel nauseous hours").

Mortuary Drape - Not Still Born (The Unborn Plane) - founded in the late 80s, this Italian band is one of the best of the "first wave" of black metal, from when it was all sort of a soup of black/death/whatever. they're influenced by occult rock and their sound predates the Norwegian codification of the standard black metal style, so they're light on the blast beats, tremolo riffs, and Satanism and heavy on the bass, necromancy, and occultism. though not nearly as influential as Bathory or Celtic Frost, they've inspired a decent few bands in their own right. this one's about getting reincarnated.

Yaotl Mictlan - Nada Verde Crece Aquí - one of the first songs that got me into the genre, and still a favorite. melodic folk/black metal which makes good use of some indigenous flutes, not a lot of blast beats. lyrics are derived from one of the Nahuatl flower-songs of Nezahuacoyotl, about the impermanence of all things on earth.

Paysage d'Hiver - Welt Aus Eis - the most common word used to describe Paysage d'Hiver is "cold". it's stark and minimal, riding the line between atmospheric and ambient, and barely produced: i once saw someone complaining about being able to distinguish the instruments on a newer album of theirs (or should I say his? it's a one-man project). these days, i get it. everything in this song blends together into an entrancing whole, only broken by snatches of croaking and cackling carried on a freezing wind, and (twice) a beautifully dissonant violin. the lyrics are never comprehensible or transcribed, but conceptually it's about winter and a mysterious spiritual journey, as all their songs are.

Deafheaven - Dream House - You already know this song. It's really good! Takes some of the musical elements of black metal, reconfigures others (more complex drumming, different sorts of melodies in the riffs), and completely changes the aesthetics while still keeping a coherent vibe overall.

Odz Manouk - To Feast on Celestial Bodies - the (one-man) band's name is Armenian for "Snake Child", from a folk tale about a royal couple whose baby was born a serpent. hypnotic dissonant riffs, harsh but clear vocals (with an interesting sort of singing at times), production that's neither too raw nor too clean. super cool song title also. if you go deeper into their music, the split with Tuukaria is not to be missed.

Negative Plane - Angels of Veiled Bone - one of the bands inspired by Mortuary Drape, they take the occult sound and bring it closer to modern black metal while adding a ton of reverb for atmosphere. the vocalist is really good at putting emphasis on the right points in the lyrics, which makes the vocals much more memorable than the average amorphous harsh vox. members' side projects Funereal Presence and Occultation are also excellent.

Iron Firmament - Keepeater - the production on this EP is so bad that the drums mostly just sound like a strobing effect on the rest of the instruments, which is honestly really cool. they've got some more EPs which lose that effect for better or worse. this song is - as you might expect - about covering the sky with iron plates, and a giant serpent that eats castles. i can't make out enough lyrics to tell how those two themes are related.

Gevurah - Dies Irae Lacrimosa - Gevurah are insanely pretentious "orthodox" Satanists (they worship Satan as a literal god, not a symbol of human will or whatever). their theology is some sort of Gnostic anti-cosmic occult shit, which as it turns out makes for really fucking sick black metal. the drums are doing a lot here but the real highlight to me is the boiling tremolo riff that starts a minute in (and gets brought back later with a vengeance). there's one part when it's just the vocalist shouting in a Quebec accent that pushes the cheese factor a bit too far, but the rest is really great.

[tigger8900]

The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store, by James McBride

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 1/2

In 1930s America, Chicken Hill was a community of immigrants, with recent Jewish arrivals living and working side-by-side with the Black descendants of slaves taken from Africa a hundred years ago or more. Most residents would agree that the heart of the community was the grocery store run by a Jewish woman named Chona. But when Chona intervenes to protect a deaf black boy from institutionalization, a series of events are set in motion that would lead to the discovery, 40 years into the future, of human remains at the bottom of an abandoned well. The question of whose body it is and how it got down there can only be answered by tracing the actions of the entire community, as they come together in response to crisis.

This was the first book by James McBride that I've ever read, and if the rest of his books are anything like this one, I understand why he's so popular. This is a story that takes its time, circling repeatedly around the same events to examine them from multiple perspectives, before moving swiftly to cinch the plot tightly around the conclusion. But through all of the plot circling I never felt bored with it, because it was fascinating to get to know the community through the eyes of so many different individuals. I wouldn't go so far as to say the pacing is off, but you will need to bring patience for the slow build-up. It pays off in the final quarter of the story, but it's a journey to get there.

It's worth mentioning that, despite the dark elements in the story — and there are many — this book has a sharp sense of humor. It has to, because if we'd had to read through all of that heavy, grim subject matter without the tension breaking with a chuckle now and again, it would have been too much. That said, the dark parts are incredibly dark. Aside from the obvious racism and white supremacy present throughout, there's some not-so-obvious content, so I encourage readers to check warnings. Despite the negative attitudes expressed by many of the characters, I found the various groups depicted — Black people, Jewish people, and people with disabilities — to be treated with respect by the author.

Despite all the good, there were a few things I wasn't a huge fan of. First, there were some dangling plot elements that seemed to be set up and then forgotten about. For example, there was an ominous deal made out of the half of the note that Fatty dropped, but it ultimately seemed like it didn't matter. And there was also a recurring character who seemed to be set up for a big role in the events, but ultimately he re-entered the plot just before the climax kicked off only to chill off-screen. Don't get me wrong, the matter of who wound up down the well and why was answered in a completely satisfactory manner. But I got the vibe that some additional clarifying scenes had been cut, leaving me with lingering questions about some of the background action.

The other thing that stuck out to me were the occasional preachy asides, where McBride nudges aside the fourth wall to speak directly to the reader on some matter or another. I can't decide if I thought they added to or detracted from the narration. As much as I feel like the story's message should stand on its own without needing to be explained to the reader, I do realize that sometimes we have to hammer the point a bit more obviously to make sure it lands. So I'm conflicted on this.

Ultimately, this was a very good book that deserves every best-of spot it's been landing itself on. I went into it expecting a book about a combined Jewish and Black community standing up against white supremacy, but found a story about the power of community to come together when it matters to take care of each other, regardless of ethnicity or ability.