#nicest night in this fandom ever

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Can you recommend joel miller series?

Hii, of course!😊

I’m sure some of them have been recommended many many times before but that’s just bc they’re actually THAT good, so here are the ones that I’ve read multiple times by now ˙ᵕ˙

You want feels? You want emotions? You want drama and love? Overprotective hot Joel Miller?Read this:

i know who you are by @punkshort

What about a good slow-burn playing in Jackson where you just can’t help but want more from Joel than just a one night stand but it will take time? Here you go:

a stranger’s heart without a home by @morning-star-joy

As if these weren’t already enough emotional, get ready for this two-parter that will absolutely WRECK you in the best way possible😭 I never knew hurt/no comfort could ever be so beautiful:

“You’re the loss of my life” by @stylesispunk (warning: I cried ever time I’ve read this and it’s been about like five times 😭😭) also: another INCREDIBLE writer, you can honestly just read through her entire masterlist, you will NOT regret it!!!!!👏🏼🫶🏼

THIS is THE hurt/comfort series! I absolutely love the structure of this story so much, I’ve read it like four times already haha😬 Joel is just so irresistible that even after 20 years, this man has the audacity to captivate you again. Get ready for a wild ride of emotions with this:

Woman by @dancingtotuyo

But these aren’t enough? You want even more angst? You want to see Joel truly REGRET things? This one’s for you:

invisible string by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Okay, we’ve cried and screamed enough, time for something a little bit more gentle. Something that will pull you in and just not let you go? With just a bit of angst but the wonderful rom-com vibes that we all love? With the perfect neighbour!Joel storyline? This is the one:

Nicest Things by @schnarfer

Now what about a perfectly outlined AU with a fresh start and leaving the past behind only to find a hot Joel Miller as a sheriff?? If you’re interested:

somewhere to run by @punkshort (a second mention, so honestly, you can read absolutely everything she wrote, she’s an absolute genius and I’m in AWE of her talent)

Okay, now this one has become a Joel Miller classic but how dare I not mention it. It’s complicated, it’s unsure, but literally both are in love with each other and it’s perfect earning and UGH just incredible:

texas sun by @from-the-clouds

What about sneaking around with hot Jackson!Joel who cares all too much about Ellie but is also just so enthralled by you? Too jealous to let anyone else touch you but too much of an idiot to put a label on it? Here we go:

But I Would Die For You In Secret by @wheresarizona (I have to put a quick extra note right here: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read everything by her!!!! Learning to Live (Javier Peña x Reader) is literally one of my all time favourite series across all of the fandoms I’m in and September is also just INSANE, the writing talent this woman has is out of this world!!!!)

What do we want? THE SWEETEST JOEL? Where can we find him? RIGHT HERE! Get ready for just the most comfortable fic you’ll probably ever find and just UGH the cutest fucking Joel Miller:

Elks by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Loner Joel that makes you feel less lonely after you find your place in Jackson? Ooooh, that sounds good, right? Well, this story was perfectly written and you can read all about it here:

Yearling by @justagalwhowrites (edit: I realised way too late that this incredible writer also writes Lavender, which I read through on AO3 and I seriously couldn’t put my phone down and talked to my bestie who doesn’t even know about tlou and got her to read it!)

OKAY NOW LISTEN. This writer right here is one of my all time faves and I’ve read this series too many times to count and I just can’t get enough of it. SO, a perfectly written relationship with Joel Miller that gets you through the day of the Outbreak, all through those 20 years and even during your adventure with Ellie. This right here. You NEED to read this:

A Future Together by @kteague (note: if you want the best Frankie Morales fic ever, read Because Of You, istg the amount of times I’ve read it is insane and I still go back to it and re-read bc I just- it’s just- I can’t even put it into words)

I think we need some humour. We’ve had hurt, we’ve had comfort, romance, but what about a good collection of one shots that you can laugh to? Who would’ve thought going through a pregnancy can look this fun? Well, with someone like Joel Miller by your side, of course:

Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife by @pedge-page

Most of the stories above have some smut in them (some more, some less), BUT, I know you guys. And I know myself. And I know that sometimes all you need is a good hoey story (Yes, I may have just made that word up). What do you do when you have a shitty boyfriend who lives with his hot fucking hunk of a single dad? Exactly, you fuck the dad:

boyfriend’s dad!joel by @joelscruff

Buuuuuuuut, what if you want to be live in a bit more delulu world where you can be a hot singer with a hot bodyguard that has to try to keep his hands off of you as hard as possibly can but just snaps? Warning: Hot hot HOT! Hehe, well, then I think you might enjoy this:

Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star by @mermaidgirl30

I also have to add: there’s one series where you match with Joel on Bumble (I think… maybe it was Tinder…) where Ellie and Sarah created a profile for him and I remember reading and absolutely LOVING it, but I can’t find it😭😭 so, if anyone else knows what I’m talking about, pls let me know! In the meantime, I’m keeping a placeholder for it here:

single dad!Joel Miller with daughters that just want what’s best for him by a fucking genius writer

I hope there’s something on here for everyone to enjoy! ˙ᵕ˙

If anyone has more recs that they think deserve a mention, please let me know or just mention them in the comments!!☺️ There’s so many amazing authors, I just went down my likes and saw what I had saved and what I remembered really enjoying, but I know there’s a lot more!!🫶🏼🤍

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I need to rant about a problem I have with Rise! Raph

… ok, that’s a bit misleading. I have no problems with him, but I absolutely do with how this fandom can treat him.

Namely, the flanderization of his character. Specifically the part about him being the nicest iteration of Raph, because I see SO MANY people make him out to be the nicest softest most UwU-est boy when ITS ONLY PARTIALLY TRUE GODAMMIT AND IM TIRED OF IT.

HES ROWDY. HE LIKES FIGHTING. HE TRIED TO LIFT UP A BUS AND HE STILL. HAS. ANGER ISSUES!! HES JUST BETTER AT MANAGING THEM FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Please. I’m so tired of people acting like he never gets upset or angry and is the nicest person to ever exist in this godamn franchise.

Because yes, he is nice! And I love that about him, but some people are so extreme about his softness I’m going to blow a fuse if I see more of it.

Stop contributing to the flanderization of characters, guys. I love his kindness as much as anyone else but it’s NOT HIS ONLY TRAIT.

This won’t be getting a lick of attention but I just had to say it.

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk.

I’m not trying to be mean by the way this is just all my opinion and it sorta just boiled over after I saw this happen again on some random post!

I don’t claim to know Raph better than anyone else, of course. But some people for sure don’t know him! And I won’t apologize for saying that because I’ve noticed mischaracterization is a huge problem for this fan base, and I think everyone should take a moment and reflect on how they portray these characters.

Ok bye guys have a good day/night/whenever!! Again, just my opinions :) I was bored idk (I could go on for hours about him tbh)

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You Invite It

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your sunny and smiley personality, Luca and another man get angry with you during a night out with 20-David. When Luca comes to apologize, you shy away from him, and he has to tell you how he feels before you will accept his help.

Warnings: angst, arguments, alcohol consumption, drunk man gets pushy with reader (none of the SWAT men, of course!), fluff, comfort at the end

Word Count: 3.7k+ words

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“There she is!” Hondo cheers when you walk in.

You smile and do a dramatic spin before bowing. Every member of 20-David smiles in return, as their day is instantly brightened just by your presence.

You’ve known the team for a while but becoming friends with them was easy. They are some of the nicest people you have ever met, and your constant good mood draws them in day after day. Luca is actually the reason you met the team because you were drawn to him, and once you became friends with him, the rest of the team followed suit. Thanks to Luca, you now have some of the best friends you could have ever asked for.

“How are you?” Luca asks as he pulls you into a side hug.

“I’m good,” you answer. Luca’s eyes drop to look over you quickly, and your smile grows as you add, “I promise I am perfectly fine. Safe and sound, see?”

Luca nods and turns his attention back to Hondo, but he keeps an arm around you. While he doesn’t always succeed, Luca tries to hide the depth of his feelings for you. He’s felt a unique connection the moment you met, a persistent desire to be close to you. Most likely, Luca will not admit it to anyone, but he is in love with you and knows it. He constantly checks on you because his love and care cause him to worry about you. Your safety is important to him because Luca sees the cruelty and monsters in the world daily and wants you far away from that. So, he hasn’t told you how he feels.

“We’re going to Jumbo’s tonight,” Street says. “You wanna come?”

“Sure!” you answer. “But I’m not playing anymore games with you.”

“I did not cheat!” Street argues.

“Yes, you did,” you and Luca say together.

“Thank you,” you tell Luca as you lean against him. “See, Luca said you cheat, so it must be true.”

“You would say that,” Street huffs.

“What does that mean?” you inquire.

You take Luca’s hand because it’s easily accessible where his arm hangs over your shoulder. He sends Street a warning look as you link your fingers with his.

“Nothing,” Street answers after a moment. “Just that you like Luca more than me.”

“No argument there,” you retort with a wink. “Maybe you could even the field if you’d stop cheating at darts.”

“It is literally impossible to cheat at darts!”

You laugh, and Luca smiles as you turn against him. His arm wraps around you, and he wishes you would stay with him forever. But even though he is looking forward to spending time with you tonight, he hates that it’s at Jumbo’s. Going there for a drink with his team is one thing, but they aren’t the only ones who notice your sunny and welcoming personality. He doesn’t know if he can handle watching you get hit on for much longer.

Street mouths, “Just tell her,” while you’re tucked against Luca’s chest, yet he is too concerned with you rejecting him to take the chance.

✯✯✯✯✯

It starts before you even get inside. Someone in the parking lot calls out and asks for your number, but your smile doesn’t falter as you rush inside to see your friends. 20 Squad just wrapped up a big case, so you are excited to celebrate with them. Spending time with them is a reward, but knowing they accomplished something amazing makes everything more interesting.

Street yells your name when you enter, and you quickly make your way through the crowd to join them at the usual table. The seat next to Luca is open, and as the team expected, you slide into it without hesitation. After hugging him and saying hello to everyone else, you listen to them recount the details of the raids they completed for the case. Your hand slips into Luca’s when they mention his exemplary driving, and he smiles at your attention.

“Hey, I’m going to go get refills. Everyone want more?” you ask as you stand.

Hondo reaches for his wallet, and you lean forward to hit his shoulder. 

“My treat,” you add. “For keeping LA safe.”

“I’ll go with you,” Luca offers.

“I got it,” you promise. 

You bump your shoulder against Luca’s as you pass him, and he turns to watch you. His protectiveness comes from a good place, but situations like this, when you’re out in public and men have no issue coming up to you and doing what Luca wants to do, are different.

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Deacon asks Luca. “It’s clear to everybody that you have feelings for her, and we all know you want to settle down.”

“With her,” Hondo adds. “And she clearly likes you, too. What are you waiting for, my man?”

“I just… I can’t risk being wrong,” Luca explains.

✯✯✯✯✯

As you approach the bar, you step around a group of guys to wedge in. One of them looks up when you brush against him, and you apologize before asking the bartender for another round for your table.

“Hey,” the guy beside you says after you finish. “I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t, like, upset or anything. I turned around because you’re beautiful.”

“Oh. Thank you,” you reply.

Even though you turn back toward the bar, hoping to cut the conversation short, the man takes your happy look as an invitation to continue.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he offers.

“No, thanks. I’m here with friends.”

“Surely they can spare you for a few minutes. I’m sure they have before.”

“I’m really not interested. Thanks for the compliment, but I’m good.”

The man’s jaw drops slightly as you accept the tray of drinks with a smile and balance it in your hands as you return to the table.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you turn toward the guy, with your best smile on, Luca’s jaw clenches. He always keeps an eye on you but hates witnessing moments like this. Luca turns back toward the table as you approach, and only mumbles a thank you when you pass him another drink.

“What did the quarterback up there want?” Street teases.

You roll your eyes, unseen by Luca, and answer, “To tell me I’m beautiful.”

Luca picks up his drink and downs it quickly, too quickly, before excusing himself to take a call. You watch him walk out and then return to your conversation with Street and Hondo.

“Sorry,” someone says as they bump into the back of your chair.

“No problem,” you reply. “What’d she say then?” you ask Street.

“Um, excuse me,” the guy behind you says.

You turn and look up at him, and Street looks over at Hondo, who shakes his head in amusement. None of you notice Luca walk back in and freeze at the sight of a man standing beside his chair and talking to you. As if Luca wasn’t in a bad enough mood after the first one, now there’s a man in his spot flirting with you. He is used to being upset by other men taking your attention, but the anger building in him is new.

“I said no,” you repeat, finally dropping your smile.

“That means leave,” Street adds seriously.

“Sorry,” the man says, though you know he doesn’t mean it. 

He knocks into the back of your chair again as he walks away, but you keep your attention on Street. You gesture for him to continue his story, and your smile reappears as he picks up where he left off. Unfortunately, all Luca sees is a man talking to you, and a smile on your face when he gets back. Luca drops into his chair without a word and gives his attention to the game on the TV over Deacon’s head.

“You alright?” Hondo asks.

“Fantastic,” Luca answers.

“Make a decision about that thing we were talking about?” Deacon asks.

The reminder that Luca has feelings for you that he hasn’t acted on does not help to improve his attitude or calm him down any. He wants to tell you, he does, but he’s scared. And right now, he is angry that you so openly accept the flirtations and advances of strangers but seem totally blind to how well he treats you.

“No,” Luca tells Deacon.

“Ten bucks that guy at the bar is buying you a drink,” Street says from your other side.

You groan and tip your head back.

“Getting tired of all the attention, pretty girl?” Hondo jokes.

“Yes!” you answer with a chuckle. “I think I’ve been flirted with and hassled enough tonight to never go out again.”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t invite all the attention and learn to drop the smile and say no, it wouldn’t be an issue,” Luca snaps.

His eyes are still on the game, so he doesn’t see how quickly your smile falls at his comment. You look over at Street, but he, Hondo, and Deacon seem just as shocked at Luca’s outburst. Deacon tries to pick the conversation up again, but no one is quite as excited or willing to talk now. 

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Street as you stand.

Luca sighs once you’re gone, simultaneously mad at himself for hurting your feelings and still upset with you because you can’t see his attachment to you. Street watches you go, and when Luca looks over, he can tell that he undoubtedly ruined the night. Luca assumes you’re heading to the bar for another drink and to let another man flirt with you, and he can’t take it.

“I’m calling it a night,” Luca says.

He stands and walks out of the bar without even looking for you, something he has never done before. Luca always takes you home, or at least offers to, after a night out. On the rare nights that you turn down his offer, he makes you promise to call him when you get home safe. So, when he leaves without a glance in your direction, the rest of his team knows that whatever caused him to snap is going to be a bigger problem than anticipated.

“Where’s Luca?” you ask when you return.

“He left,” Street answers quietly.

You look toward the door, but he’s already gone. Although you should probably be upset with him, you’re more concerned than anything. He’s acting out of character tonight, and that worries you.

“What did I do?” you ask as you sit.

“Nothing!” Street assures.

“He had a rough day,” Deacon adds. “And he’s not dealing with it very well.”

“It’s not your fault,” Hondo reiterates.

You nod, but it is clear to everyone at the table that the night is over. Whatever happened to Luca to make him snap, a long day, or maybe it's your fault, but he ruined everyone’s mood in an instant.

“Let me take you home,” Street offers as you stand.

“I- it’s fine, Street. I think I need to be alone right now,” you reply.

“Seriously, let one of us drive you,” Deacon implores.

“I’ll call a cab. It’s fine. Thank you, though.”

They nod and you hug each of them before stepping outside to wait for your ride. After watching the timer on your phone tick down, your vision grows blurry with unshed tears, and you turn the screen off and put it away. As you sit against a bench outside the bar, you nearly miss the man who ran into your chair earlier as he approaches.

“You wanna tell me no again without your boys to back you up?” he asks, slurring his words together.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply.

He stumbles as he steps toward you, and you can smell alcohol all over him. There’s no drink in his hand, so you know the strong scent is simply evidence that he is drunk. When he leans into your personal space, you stand and try to put some space between you.

“I said I wasn’t interested,” you remind him.

“Everyone is interested,” he argues as he raises a hand to your waist.

You try to push his arm away, but he tightens his grip and pulls you close as his other hand raises to your shoulder. 

“Get off of me,” you demand.

“You told me no and now I’m returning the favor!”

You raise your hands to his chest and push as hard as you can, but his hands remain on you as he tips back. As he falls and pulls you to the ground with him you regret turning down Street’s offer for a ride. You didn’t want to talk about Luca, but now you would have that awkward conversation in a heartbeat.

The man pulls one of his hands from your skin and pushes you onto the sidewalk. He begins mumbling as he pushes you, but you have coordination in your favor. As you maneuver away from him, you look down the road and hope to see your cab approaching.

“No,” the man says while he grabs your hair.

You turn quickly and try to push him off again, but you can’t get any leverage before he pushes you against the brick wall. Leaning over the bench, you can feel warm blood running down your face, but even as the ground spins beneath you, you feel his hands move against your sides. Turning quickly and resisting the urge to be sick, you slap your hand across his face. He stumbles just as your cab approaches the curb. You rush into the backseat and lean against the headrest. The driver asks something, but you focus on staying conscious rather than answering her. She passes you a box of tissues, and you press a few against your head and try to breathe.

✯✯✯✯✯

Luca has been home for over an hour but hasn’t sat down yet. As he paces across the living room again, the anger dissipates, and he has the clarity to realize what exactly he said and did. Luca needs to apologize, and soon. After pulling his phone from his pocket, he calls you but doesn’t get an answer. Luca sends a text, but it goes unread for nearly five minutes. Next, he calls Deacon, who hasn’t heard from you since he left the bar after Luca. Luca ends the call with Deacon and begins to panic. If they left soon after he did, no one has heard from you in nearly an hour. When the door opens, Luca turns quickly.

“Street,” he says before asking about you.

“She wouldn’t let me take her home,” Street answers. “Why?”

“Because she’s not answering my calls,” Luca says quickly.

“I hope you were calling to apologize.”

“I was, and I will let you give me the whole speech later, but I need to go check on her.”

Luca picks up his keys and rushes to his truck. He could drive to your house with his eyes closed but forces himself to pay attention as he worries that he ruined everything with you and now truly doesn’t have a chance to show you how you make him feel and how much he loves you.

You don’t open the door after too much knocking on Luca’s part, so he pulls his keys out and uses your spare key to get inside. If you’re not here, Luca will call the entire team back to Jumbo’s to help look for you. There’s no sign that you got home from the bar, but Luca decides to search the house anyway. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are empty. When Luca is prepared to start an all-out, city-wide search for you, he remembers he didn’t check the bathroom. His hope is low, but when he sees the bloody towel lying on the sink, his heart drops to his stomach.

✯✯✯✯✯

When the light turns on, you groan and turn your face away from the brightness. Your thoughts aren’t clear, but you know the light is hurting your head. When you force your eyes open, someone is kneeling beside you.

Luca sees the blood on the towel and on your face before noticing how dazed and confused you seem. When you open your eyes, Luca recognizes the distracted, cloudy look in them and decides you are likely concussed. He wonders if you were tipsy by the time you got home and fell, but he needs to tend to your head wound before he asks how you ended up in this situation.

When Luca raises his hand toward you, you shrink away from him. You push yourself into the corner and make yourself as small as possible, terrified that the man from the bar somehow followed you home and came to do what he started.

Luca, however, freezes at your blatant display of fear. A bruise spans your shoulder, and a darkening splotch surrounds your wrist. Because you moved, those marks are now on clear display for Luca. They look suspiciously like handprints and Luca’s guilt about leaving you multiplies tenfold.

“Hey,” Luca says quietly. “It’s just me. Luca, Dom, whatever cute little name you feel like calling me today. I know you’re probably mad at me, but I need to help you. Can I come closer?”

You look up and stare at him for a moment before nodding. Slowly, you move back toward him and offer your injured wrist.

“I got you,” Luca murmurs as he twists to look at the gash across your hairline and forehead. “And I’m so, so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I was just jealous that all those guys were approaching you and saying those things when I have real feelings for you. When I’m in love with you.”

“Love?” you mumble against his arm.

“Hey, stay awake for me,” Luca requests.

He cleans the wound gently, then places a few butterfly closures over it before bandaging your forehead. After pressing ice to your wrist, Luca helps you up and into bed.

“Stay,” you request as you lay on your pillow.

“I’ll be close,” Luca promises.

He stays in the living room when he isn’t checking on you and ensures the guys know you are okay. None of them know what happened, but Luca promises to ask you when you wake up. If you're willing to talk to him.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you wake up the following morning, you have a headache and a disjointed memory of a dream in which Luca showed up and helped you. You exit the bedroom after changing and stop suddenly when you see Luca in your kitchen.

“You really came,” you say aloud.

“I am so sorry,” Luca says again. “I don’t know if you remember what I said last night, but I didn’t mean what I said at the bar.”

“I remember pieces,” you admit as you tug on your fingers.

“Do you want me to leave?”

You shake your head and move closer to Luca. “After you left, I was really upset. So, when I left I called a cab because I didn’t want to have to talk to Street or Deacon about what happened…”

“About me?”

“Yeah. While I was waiting for the cab, that guy I told to leave me alone, the second one, I mean, came out. He was really drunk and started telling me that it was his turn to say no. He grabbed me, and I tried to fight back like you showed me, but I just couldn’t get the upper hand.”

“He grabbed you?”

Luca carefully takes your hand and frowns as he looks at the bruise on your wrist. You nod and move even closer.

“He pushed my head against the wall, and I slapped him, he tripped, and I just jumped into the cab without thinking. I- I would have called you once I was safe, but you clearly weren’t happy with me when you left.”

Luca closes his eyes as you continue.

“It hurt, Dom, what you said. I don’t try to invite it, you know. Whenever those guys make passes at me, I turn them down. So, when you basically said it was my fault that they don’t listen or respect me, I was really surprised, and it hurt my feelings.”

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t even mean it. You don’t invite it, I know that. Trust me, I know that.”

“What does that mean?”

“That I know firsthand what it is like to be pulled in by you. I fell in love with you,” he admits. “And I didn’t have a bit of say in it. You walked into my life, and then I wanted you in it all the time. I care about you, so much, and seeing all those men close to you, where I want to be, made me angry or jealous. But taking it out on you was- should have never happened, and I’m truly sorry.”

Your brows furrow as Luca speaks, and when he finishes, you ask, “You- you didn’t know I turned them down, did you?”

“No.”

“I always do. Not just because I don’t like it, but because I have feelings for you.”

Luca’s eyes drop away from yours, and he feels worse upon hearing that your actions were at least in part done out of care for him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“Stop,” you request. 

Your wrist is still in his grasp, so you raise your other hand to cup his jaw.

“You said you fell in love with me,” you mumble. “Which is great, because I love you.”

Before Luca can react, you close the distance between you and kiss him. Luca’s hands move to either side of your neck, mindful of your pain as he kisses you. The memory of the hurt he caused drifts further from your mind with each movement, and knowing that Luca loves you, too, brings your smile back for a whole new reason.

Luca’s phone rings, but he doesn’t stop kissing you. When your phone rings immediately after, you pull back and answer it.

You hide your smile as you listen to the person on the other end. “It’s for you,” you tell Luca as you pass him your phone. “Just remember I love you.”

“Hello?” he asks.

“Dominique Luca!” Street begins.

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Graceland Experience - PART 8

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You see Elvis perform for the first time in person and it is more than you've ever dreamed of. Then later, you have a much needed conversation with him.

TW: Unprotected sex, smut, pain kink

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3474

A/N: It finally happened!! Super excited about this chapter!

Waking up in the morning, you half expect the light to be on, but it's dark, almost completely save for the barely rising sun peeking through the blinds. Elvis must've turned the light off at some point in the night. After you asked him to stay, he held you until you fell asleep, which didn't prove to take very long. You were emotionally drained.

Looking over at the digital alarm clock, it reads 7:43A.M. As your eyes adjust more to the room, you look around for Elvis, but he's gone. Suddenly your heart aches.

He didn't stay.

You're not sure what you were expecting, but you thought he might've stayed with you throughout the night. Maybe it's for the best that he hadn't. You shouldn't get attached to him. You sigh as you pull the covers away from your body. Flipping on the light, you're about to head into the bathroom to shower when you see something on your bedside table. Approaching slowly, you see a note.

Hi baby,

I'm sorry I left you. I had to be up early to practice a song in the jungle room. I had breakfast made for you and if you'd like it, you can come down and watch for a little while. I'd like it if you did.

P.S. I thought Sonny was a little shit for getting that bookmark. I guess I wanted to give you something too.

~Elvis~

You don't realize the stupid smile plastered on your face as you look just to the right of the note and see a beautiful silver bracelet with a diamond in the middle. It looks so expensive.

"Oh God," you mumble a tear coming to your eye as you quickly swipe it away, slipping it onto your wrist.

It fits perfectly.

Your heart strains as you bring your hand to it. You almost can't believe it. Opening the drawer, you grab your romance book, opening the front page and placing the note there for safe keeping.

Heading to the bathroom, you decide you might put a little more effort into your appearance today.

---

You've just finished breakfast and sit at the table, suddenly frozen. Your hand comes to your new bracelet, a sigh leaving your lips. You've never seen Elvis sing in real life, just videos online. Taking one last drink of your coffee, you stand up from your seat, smoothing out your dress.

Maybe you dressed up a little too much. Looking down at your dress, it's the second nicest one you could find. You're wearing a floral jumper dress that looks like it was taken straight out of a magazine. Since Elvis is the one that bought it, you imagine it might've been.

Walking over to the stairs, your hand grabs the railing to steady yourself as you slowly descend the steps. After a few short steps down, the music starts swelling. Then Elvis' voice. Taking a calming breath as you approach the door, you turn the knob, slowly opening it.

For about the dozenth time since you've been in 1961, you can't believe your eyes. As you slowly walk down the last few steps, you watch as Elvis is lost in a song, There's Always Me. Sonny, Jerry, and a few other of Elvis' friends are off to the side of him, watching him. You see an open space on one of the couches and decide to take it. Sitting gently as to not interrupt, you are entranced. He sweats slightly as he wipes his face, his body swaying with the slow song.

"Hey, honey. You look real nice this morning," Sonny whispers suddenly.

You hadn't noticed that he moved from his previous position on a seperate couch. You almost don't respond, you don't want to take your eyes away from the man singing in front of you. It is beyond anything you've ever seen before. When you register what Sonny has just said to you, a blush comes to your face.

"Thank you Sonny," you whisper back.

He studies just how entranced you are.

"Ah, yeah, he's pretty great isn't he? He just get's lost up there, in the music."

You nod your head, your eyes traveling back to him. You suddenly feel very lucky.

"Yes, he is."

Elvis' eyes connect with yours at that very moment. He smiles. You have to force yourself not to hide your face as you look away, your heart jumping in your chest.

---

Opening the romance book, Loyal and all, you sit on one of the arm chairs in the living room. You figure it's time to start reading this to not arouse suspicion as to why you are never seen reading, having only read the time travel book in the confines of your bedroom.

Flipping to the first page, you read the first few sentences. A doctor and his nurse are arguing. The nurse’s mother had decided she is to travel with them on their journey to Budapest. The doctor is trying to convince her to make her mother leave.

"But you can stop her, surely? Or your father can stop her.""No." Marika shook her head and smiled suddenly, showing wonderful teeth. "She is like me. It is not so easy to tell her what she may do or not do."

You decide you like Marika as you settle further into the chair, the book enticing you.

You read on for a little further until your attention keeps getting pulled out. It's the couch. Your eyes keep drifting over to it. Sighing, you move to dog ear the book, then remember the bookmark Sonny gave you that currently sits on on of the tables upstairs. You'll have to remember to grab it next time.

Dog-earring the book, you close it and place it in your lap, gazing at the long sofa. How can something as simple as a couch transport you back in time over sixty years. It just doesn't make sense. You try to conjure up memories from that day, but nothing that you don't already know comes up. You started to feel nauseous, you got a piercing headache, you sat down for one moment on the sofa and you were suddenly back in 1961.

You wish you are back in your room right now, reading your time travel book to try and see if anything can help you. You wish you had your phone. Elvis had kept your items hidden away after you'd left his room, and you don't imagine your phone would work in this time regardless.

Elvis will probably want a conversation with you at some point soon. How much could you tell him? What would he ask you?

You also wonder if he'll bring up last night. You wouldn't know what to say. You are still so jumbled in your mind about it. You can't have a connection with him, you aren't even supposed to be here. You are so engrossed in your own thoughts, you don't hear someone approaching.

"Hey (y/n) I'm about to head out and pick up a few things. Is there anything you need?"

You jump as you whip your head in the direction of the voice, your heart leaping in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya'" Sonny laughs, his eyes searching yours inquisitively.

"Oh, it's alright," you laugh in relief. "Um, not that I can think of. Thank you, Sonny."

He nods, looking at the book resting in your lap, absent of the bookmark. Your face burns, you're not entirely sure why. You don't have feelings for Sonny, but you're starting to suspect that he may have feelings for you.

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You smooth out your dress and you try to contain your nerves. After dinner, Elvis asked you if you would meet him back in the jungle room, just the two of you, at 7:30. You knew this conversation was coming, but you're not entirely sure if you're ready for it. You don't know if you ever would be.

You release a breath, your hands becoming clammy as you turn the same knob you had this morning. Closing it behind you, you cautiously descend the steps.

"Ah, there you are. Come on, honey, I've been waitin' for ya," you hear the familiar voice before you see it.

Walking down a few more steps, Elvis’ face finally comes into view. He is already looking your direction, a soft smile on his face. His gaze momentarily travels down your body, taking in your dress, before playing it off by looking down at a box he placed on the coffee table. The same box that contains all of your items. Your stomach drops slightly.

Approaching further, you see a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. You raise your eyebrow as you approach him. He chuckles as he follows your gaze.

"Well, I know I won't be able to be sober for some of the stuff we talk about. Do they still drink in your time?"

You snort as a thrill runs through you. You're about to get the opportunity to finally talk about this with someone. Then you look towards the shut door, and back at him.

"Are you sure no one will be able to hear us?"

He shakes his head, motioning for you to sit down before responding. You take a seat across from him before he sits down at the opposite chair. So formal, not like last night.

"No, there's not much sound that gets upstairs from here. The boys are going out tonight anyway. And, just to make sure no one comes down here," he starts before getting out of his seat, disappearing momentarily up the steps before you hear a lock click, him walking back down a moment later.

"Now we can be sure we won't be disturbed."

A lump forms in your throat suddenly. You barely know him and you'll be talking to him about things that sound completely ridiculous. How will he react?

Picking up the liquor, he pops the top off before pouring himself a glass. Then he looks at you, his eyebrow raising in question. Why the hell not? It won't be any easier for you.

"Sure."

---

The first thing he asks you is how you got here in the first place. You explain how you were having a tour of his house and you suddenly felt very sick and sat on his couch. Then you were just...here. In 1961.

"I give tours of my house?" he inquires, confusion on his face.

You hesitate. Should you tell him he died? Looking at his face, his young twenty-six year old face, you think no. You can't tell him that. Besides, telling him only what is completely necessary would probably be your safest course of action.

"Your fans really wanted to tour your house, it just started happening one day."

At this he lets out a surprised chuckle.

"I still have fans in your time?"

You look at him, genuine surprise on his face. Your heart swells, you just want to reach out and touch his cheek, remind yourself he's actually here with you.

"You have no idea how much you still affect people."

Maybe you wouldn't have said it if you hadn't had a shot and a half of whiskey, but your glad you did.

His eyes connect with yours as a blush appears on his face. He picks up his glass, swirling the liquid around.

"You're really a fan, huh?"

You blush.

"Yes. Not crazy or anything, but I love your voice."

"Can I ask you somethin' else?"

You are terrified he's going to ask if he's dead, but you answer anyway.

"Yes."

"Do I have a good career?" His eyes are pleading with you to tell him something positive, so you do.

"Yes, you do."

---

Elvis can't stop laughing. You start giggling too. The two of you have had way too much alcohol, but you don't care. It's the first time you're having fun since you've been here.

"You gotta be shittin' me," he laughs out, his hands coming to wipe tears from his eyes.

"I'm not! It's my phone," you laugh.

"That ain't no phone! That's a- it's a tv or somethin'."

You tried to turn on your phone, but it's completely drained of battery, so you just described to Elvis what exactly it does.

"This is a phone, baby," Elvis slurs slightly, moving to get off the chair, walking to a side table a few feet away from him where there is a rotary phone resting.

He picks it up and pretends to have a conversation before slamming it down. "That's a damn phone," he laughs, letting himself fall on the couch, closer to your chair.

"Some people get those phones for decoration. They call it vintage," you hiccup out, your cheeks pink.

"Vintage! Hell, I can't take this," he howls.

As you laugh with him as you try to calm yourself. Getting up as well, you walk over to the phone, picking it up and turning it over in your hands before putting it up to your ear, hearing the dial tone.

This is crazy.

Turning back around, you let yourself fall on the couch next to Elvis. His gaze travels to you as his eyes get hazy. He looks at your lips. Your heart leaps in your chest. You look at his.

"What year did you say you were from?"

"2024."

"You're shittin' me," he gasps, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You shake your head.

"I'm not. I was so freaked out. And then I saw you and freaked out, then you kissed me and I-" you stop, your face burning.

He turns his body, scooting closer to you. You can feel his body heat as he leans forward.

"Did you like it...when I kissed you?" he mumbles, his breath washing over you.

A small voice inside your head tells you that you shouldn't be doing this. Right now though, you can't find it within you to care.

"Yes," you whisper, leaning in towards him.

Suddenly, his palm is cupping your cheek as he leans in further, his lips connecting with yours. This time, you respond as you deep the kiss, your legs coming to crawl ever so closer, straddling him. He hums in response as he moves his hands to your waists.

"Are there any boys like me in the future?"

You giggle into his mouth.

"No," you breathe.

"I'll have to make sure you get your time's worth then, shouldn't I?" he mumbles, his hands traveling down to your thighs, grasping them gently as he lays you back against the couch.

You hum in agreement, your hands coming to muss his hair, eliciting a groan from his lips, his mouth connecting back to yours as he hovers on top of you, his hips dipping down to yours.

You moan as you feel his erection, pressing up into it as your hands travel to his shirt, slipping underneath. He is quick to help you as attempts to undo the buttons, fumbling.

"Damn it, I don't have the time," he murmurs before just ripping it, buttons flying.

You gasp in surprise before a laugh escapes you as he shimmies out of it, throwing it on the floor. He looks to you his eyes gleaming as a toothy smile plays on his face. Leaning forward, he brings his lips back to yours, slipping his tongue inside. Sighing, you trail your nails along his back and your tongue dances with his.

"You're a good kisser," he whispers as he allows his hands to travel your body, finding your breasts.

You blush as you lean up into his hands. He groans, looking down at your chest. Suddenly, he removes his hands as he moves them to grab your own, gently pulling you to sit. You follow his lead as you sit up. His hands travel to your thighs, slipping underneath the fabric.

"Do you want me to take this off?" He whispers, his eyes connecting with yours.

"Yes, I do."

And so he does. His hands delicately hike the dress up around your waist before pulling it up your torso, freeing your body from the fabric. Now he looks at you in only your bra and underwear, a sigh falling from his lips.

"Can't believe I haven't been able to touch you before now. You look gorgeous. I've been thinkin' about you a lot,"

"You have?" you ask pulling him back down on top of you.

He smoothes out your hair as he looks in your eyes.

"Yeah, I have."

With a soft blush on his face, he leans forward kissing your neck. His hands travel back to your chest, covered now in just your bra.

"God," you mumble, your hands moving to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

You tentatively raise your hips to meet his, feeling his erection more prominent than before. He responds to your actions, groaning as he gently grinds against you.

"God baby," he pants, before reaching behind you, undoing your bra after a few failed attempts, pulling it from your body.

He is quick to attach his lips to your left nipple, sucking gently as he kneads the other. You grip onto his hair as a whine escapes you, grinding against him with more urgency.

His shifts his weight suddenly, releasing your chest as he reaches for his pants, popping the button and undoing the zipper. When he pulls them down he takes his boxers with them, sighing at the relief of restraints from his member.

You are quick to take your underwear off as well as you discard them on the floor. You watch as he strokes his dick slowly a few times.

"Lord," he grunts looking at your now fully exposed body.

He eyelids are drooped as his eyes connect back to yours.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before leaning in to kiss you again.

You grasp his hair again to keep him close. You never want this feeling to end. You bite his bottom lip as your brows furrow in pleasure when his finger finds its way to your clit. He groans in response.

"Do you like it when I do that, honey?" he breathes, his finger increasing it's pace slightly.

Your grip tightens on his hair, tugging.

"Yes, God, yes."

He hums before bringing his dick to line up at your opening.

"Can I baby, please?" he whines.

God, you can't take it.

"Elvis, yes, please," you moan.

A moment later, he enters you. You gasp, your hands tumbling to his shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

Slowly, he pulls his hips back before sinking back in slowly. You both moan. His lips come to your chest again, taking your right nipple now as he takes your hands from his shoulders, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You squeeze his hands as he slowly picks up his pace, crying out softly.

"Good God," he groans, licking all over your chest.

You think you feel a few sucks, leaning up into him. You are about to complain when he lets go of your hands before he grabs your thigh, hiking it above his waist while his other one goes back to your center, finding the spot you need him most.

Your head dips back against the throw pillow as you groan again, you nails coming to scratch his back.

"God, woman," he grunts when you connect your lips to his neck, biting gently.

"Keep pullin' at me, I like it when it hurts a little," he breathes, giving you the incentive to move your hands to his hair again, tugging.

He lets out a guttural groan as he speeds up his movements only slightly, both on your clit and the thrust of his hips. He pulls away just enough to watch himself pulling out of you before sinking bank in. You look with him.

"Shit, honey I'm gettin' close," he moans pathetically, keeping his gentle pace.

You start to feel that familiar feeling as well. You move your grip to his shoulders.

"Me too."

At hearing this, his finger picks up its pace, once languid circles turning tight and determined. He leans back down, his lips coming down to yours. When he bites your bottom lip, tugging slightly, the building feeling comes to a peak as you cry out, grabbing onto him and pulling him close.

He pulls out just in time to come undone on your stomach, his groan traveling through the room.

You gasp as you come back down to earth.

"Wow," you sigh, making him chuckle as he grabs his shirt off the ground, wiping his mess off of you.

Switching positions, he pulls you on top of him as you rest your head on his chest, hearing the rapid beat of his heart. He brings his hand to thread through your hair.

You sigh. Then, sleep takes you.

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@horrorgirl4life @goldobsessionsworld @tantamount-treason @peaceloveelvis @father-of-2cats @sissylittlefeather @elvisalltheway101 @littlehoneyposts @atleastpleasetelephone @ccab @msamarican @presleyhearted

[ser-estinien]

The Stone Heart

Chapters: 9/10 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren Characters: Akechi Goro, Kurusu Akira, Original Child Character(s), Sakura Futaba (Persona Series), Takamaki Ann, Sakamoto Ryuji, Niijima Makoto, Sakura Sojiro, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Married Life, Domestic, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Anxiety Attacks, Possessive Akechi Goro, Jealous Akechi Goro, Protective Akechi Goro, Choking, (The good kind), Jealousy, Possessive Sex, Emotional Sex, cw disneyland, Emotional Spiraling, Emotional Hurt, marriage issues, Hand Jobs, choking and introspection, Midlife Crisis, Car Sex, Edging, Tension, Arguing, Drunkenness, Non-Consensual Touching, Dubious Consent, Disparaging Comments, Trust Issues, anger issues, Mood Swings, Controlling Behavior, Physical Abuse, False Accusations, Ignored Safeword, Rape, Attempted Murder, things get worse before they get better, But they get better I promise, cognitive distortion, Mementos (Persona 5), Guilt, Forgiveness, Suicidal Thoughts, Breaking Up & Making Up, figuring out priorities in life, Dating, Falling In Love, (all over again), I'd like to reiterate:, Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Blood and Injury, violent imagery Series: Part 2 of Buy my love, steal my heart Summary:

Akira is a husband to the love of his life - Goro Akechi -, a father to two beautiful daughters, and a successful chef and restaurant owner. Life is grand. It's better than he could have ever dreamed of when he was young. So why does it only take one night for him to feel like his happiness is seconds away from unraveling? What could possibly be lurking on the horizon, waiting to tear his entire life apart, and how can he possibly begin to pick the pieces up once it's in shreds?

 Sequel to The Nicest Touch.

[firstkanaphans]

Not only do your FK Safe House posts give me life, because they were so freaking adorable when they were in the house together. I’m also so happy to see another person who cannot stand Foei and has not forgotten or forgiven him for the horrible things he said and did during SF, he is literally the reason they no longer have SF as a series. I was genuinely worried for First’s safety in the house once Tay also left, poor First left without close friends and with Foei and White still there, threatening to do the things they said!? I bet he was terrified to go to sleep at night. You know it’s bad when the producers pulled Foei and White out of bed first thing in the morning and marched them in front of the cameras - with First - to apologize to not only him but also the viewers for what they said. Foei gives me the ick so bad, so it’s nice to see someone else that feels the same way.

He’s a legitimately vile human being and just seeing his face makes me uncomfortable and angry. They should have pulled both him and White from the house after that happened. Like imagine the fallout if he had said that to a woman. He wouldn’t be employed. He wouldn’t be able to work in this industry. We would never have to see his stupid face again.

The sad thing is that I 100% believe First when he says he wasn’t offended, but I’m going to go ahead and be offended for him. I’ve always thought that Khaotung’s comment while they were doing Only Friends promo about how First is sometimes too nice and people take advantage of him was maybe referring to this incident—or at least incidents like it.

I also feel like it makes it 1000x worse that First and Tay didn’t even get the joke and they kept making it anyway. Like it’s one thing if you’re trying to get someone to laugh along with you, but it’s another when you’re making derogatory comments they don’t even understand.

And just to be clear, making those types of jokes is never okay, but I’ve seen differing opinions on just how bad what he said was in a cultural context (I believe the joke was part of a Thai TikTok trend at the time) and without being a native speaker it’s hard to completely pass judgment for anyone but myself. But for me, it was definitely not okay.

One thing I’m looking out for on my Safe House rewatch is Khao’s reaction to everything because he wasn’t in the room when it happened and I’ve seen plenty of people say he was acting differently towards Foei and White afterwards, but I didn’t notice anything myself at the time. I’m curious if he actually was more distant or if that was just wishful thinking on the fandom’s part. First was, of course, his usual cheerful self because he’s the nicest human on the planet.

Anyway, it was just a horrible situation all around and I agree that that is probably why we won’t ever get another season of Safe House. It still turns my stomach to think about and knowing they willingly said all of that in front of live cameras…What were they saying behind the scenes? The fact that Foei still has a job is unforgivable, but at least White’s gone. And good riddance.

I’m glad you’re enjoying my Safe House posts, Anon. I’ve had a lot of fun rewatching because it’s so rare to see FK completely unfiltered like that. They bring me so much happiness.

[And because I know I’ll probably get another ask about it, you can read the specifics on why I don’t like Foei here.]

[fuckyesfeysand]

Creator Highlight #4 - @the-lonelybarricade

Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

If you've ever looked for a feysand fic to read, you've likely come across @the-lonelybarricade. Outside of being exceptionally talented, @the-lonelybarricade also takes the award for one of the nicest people in the fandom. When she's not writing, you can often find her in the comment sections of other writers leaving encouragement and other generally positive feedback.

As if that wasn't enough, @the-lonelybarricade spends much of her free time dreaming up ways to make the feysand fandom feel more inclusive and interactive for the ship she cares about so much. If you've ever participated in a feysand week wordle, played a ship specific dating sim, or had your fic featured in a quiz for other folks to find- all of that was created by @the-lonelybarricade.

We want to say thank you for your contributions, as well as your positivity. You make this space a better place and we are so grateful to have you with us.

Check out some of @the-lonelybarricades fics- we chose three of our personal favorites:

A Court of Faded Dreams: In her grief after Rhys sacrifices himself to restore the Cauldron, Feyre accidentally sends herself back in time. Back in her human body, in her early days in the Spring Court, Feyre must be careful how she alters the timeline as she tries to save Rhys and Prythian from Under the Mountain. - “There is much that has changed already. You are no longer a fae with a human heart, but a human with a fae heart. You do not love the High Lord of Spring, but the Lord of Night. Be careful how you tread, Cursebreaker, for all your new choices will have consequences."

As The River Flows: As Feyre lamented quietly over the misfortune of her life, there, in the marketplace, she heard a merchant instruct to its patron: Place a butterfly wing under your tongue before you sleep, and you will dream of your true love.

Darling, Let's Run: A month after her sister mysteriously went missing, Feyre receives a letter instructing she leave the village immediately. And the letter's messenger? A curious black cat. Or: the Cat!Rhys fic we have all been waiting for

You can also find more on her Masterlist, and check out her Feysand Fic recommendations as well!

[rimeswithpurple]

Thank you @blackberrysummerblog for the tag! It's Sunday and oh boy do I have a lot to share! The kids are back in school and my hyperfixation has landed on drawing; I was up well past midnight every night this week.

CORB concept claiming has started and there are so many stellar concepts! I'm constantly blown away by the creativity in this fandom! While I wait to find out who my partner is, I'm plugging away at artwork for chapter 3 of Time Will Lie Down & Be Still. If you've read @blackberrysummerblog's post today, you'll have been introduced to Jeremy. I've become deeply invested in him and once I heard the idea, I knew I had to draw him.

My penchant for tiny details is alive and well. I sometimes think I enjoy making backgrounds more than drawing people. Bringing a space to life with little bits and Easter eggs here and there is something I find so deeply satisfying!

Side note: the dragon figurine is a nod to Paperback Writer, a big time comfort read of mine. In the fic, it's a figurine Baz keeps because he chucked at Simon's head

There's also a little project I'm working on for funsies. I really love Simon's expression in this and this is the nicest hair I've ever drawn!

No pressure tags and hellos below!

@talentpiper11 @messofthejess @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @thewholelemon @larkral @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @fiend-for-culture @cosmicalart @mooncello @that-disabled-princess @cutestkilla @noblecorgi @iamamythologicalcreature @best--dress @emeryhall @ileadacharmedlife @drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs @whatevertheweather @rbkzz @ebbpettier @cccloudsss @theimpossibledemon @katatsumuli @thehoneyedhufflepuff @theearlgreymage @theotherhufflepuff @onepintobean @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @fatalfangirl @ic3-que3n @bazzybelle @palimpsessed @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @shrekgogurt @monbons @alexalexinii @prettygoododds @ivelovedhimthroughworse @raenestee @skeedelvee

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

Massive shout out to my fellow hgcz mods @kunehokki, @corvidaearts, and @cocoabats -- working with you guys has been nothing short of an incredible experience all around and i am so proud and honored to call yall friends. You guys mean the world to me!!! All of your hard work is seen and appreciated not just by me but by all of our contributors and all the readers of the zinethology itself❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Eirian, for your first ever zine modding experience you fucking knocked it out of the park. You were so on top of everything and kept such careful track of what our contributors needed-- you've definitely earned your title as the nicest mod :]]] You have a real skill for moderating social media and you've continued to do so with extreme grace and poise-- im grateful we have you on our team!! You fit into that role so smoothly it was like you were always meant to be there. I hope you are incredibly proud of your hard work, because you put in so much effort to keep that side of our project running smoothly its actually insane❤️❤️❤️ And as the dedication i wrote in the zine puts it, it was you who came up with this project's idea in the first place, and i hope everyone acknowledges your wonderful creativity that led to this once-in-a-lifetime fandom project 🫂🫂🫂🫂

Crow, ive known you for many many years, and you have always been one of the most insanely strong and organized people ive ever met ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ You took on so much behind the scenes, all the logistics and technical duties that we werent equipped to handle by ourselves, and you made them easily digestible for us to keep track of like it was nothing. You are such an important member in our group!! You kept us grounded and greased the wheels when we needed help, picking up extra task after extra task wherever it was needed. All the documents you put together and the notes you helped take during our mod meetings were so crucial to how smoothly the zinethology operated-- we couldnt have done it without you. Also dude your spreadsheets are so fire how the fuck do you do that its like magic

Julia, you worked yourself to the bone organizing our layout, making logos and branding and custom emojis for the social media sections-- you're a goddamn wizard. All this while also acting as a pinch hit contributor, too!!! You were so essential to this project coming together as professionally as it did, and i had a blast working together with you on editing the zine as a whole. Those late nights while you streamed and we chatted about where things should go and how things should look will always be treasured by me, it was lovely to see you work and to just plain hang out with you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 the sheer amount of dedication you put towards our zinethology cannot be overstated and i think that truly shines through every page down to and including the absolutely adorable little hg/cg wings you put around the page numbers :]c

All of you are absolutely incredible and i wanted to pour my heart out a little to make sure you know just how AMAZING of a team you are to work with, and how grateful i am that youre all in my life!! Your passion and creativity truly shines ❤️❤️❤️ heres to next year's barrage of planned zines!! I cant wait to continue working alongside you as your head mod❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

@kunehokki + @corvidaearts + @cocoabats !!!

[magicalmo]

The TGS fandom is fascinating to me because most of the fandom is children. It's a fandom filled with greasy haired children who all want to be chaotic and have "gremlin energy" but continue to conform. It is hilarious. You claim to be chaotic, a wild creature of the night, but you haven't left your bedroom in days! And then the Jekyll ones, my god. They're either the nicest or most obnoxious people you'll ever meet. There's no in-between. I find it strange that the one thing is true with most, if not all fans of the comic, regardless of if they view themselves as more of a Jekyll or more of a Hyde.

They're hypocrites! Where's the chaos that you Hyde's claim to love so much? Where's the kindness and compassion from the Jekylls!? There needs to be more fun, strange and unusual artwork. I swear, all the art I see here on tumblr is a rotation of the same three ideas. Where's something unique like Jekyll on a unicycle, Hyde eating pudding and getting it on his shirt? It's all ANGST, ANGST, CHAOS ANGST, ANGST. I'm yapping!

[reciprocityfic]

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title: you fandom: little women pairing: theodore laurence x amy march rating: t summary: laurie is nervous on his wedding night.

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They marry quickly - for practical purposes, of course. Aunt March can no longer travel, and it would be inappropriate for her to travel back to America with only him and his grandfather to accompany her. And her staying there in Europe until they manage to find a proper chaperone is out of the question; not only does she need to see her family, but the thought of being apart from each other for an indefinite amount of time, an ocean between them, is simply unbearable for the both of them.

He promises he'll give her a proper wedding when they get back to Concord, on their way to the chapel the morning they say their vows. She protests, saying that she doesn't need it, that he and her family is all she needs, but he persists, because she deserves more than rushed vows in an unfamiliar church in Le Havre. He whispers to her about all a wedding would entail - the beautiful dress she would wear, the elegant party they would hold with beautiful music and delightful food, the way he would dance with her - and her eyes slowly light up.

"That does sound lovely," she relents, and he smiles.

So they marry quickly, and afterwards go to where they're staying for the evening before heading to England the next day. His grandfather had found the nicest hotel in the city, and when they arrive, they are greeted with the finest champagne and a small cake baked especially for them from the kitchen. They sit in the parlor and eat it with his grandfather and Aunt March, who has become even more high-strung as her illness has progressed. She complains about everything - the china patterns, the temperature, the wallpaper in the room. He only half hears her, though, and leaves it to his grandfather to placate and entertain the woman.  His only focus is his bride. His wife.

His Amy.

When the four decide to part for the evening, he leads her to their suite with slow steps, his heart pounding in his chest. He's been with several women before, but this is different - it's Amy. And he doesn't think he's ever been more anxious in his life than he is now.

He barely manages to open the door; his hand shakes as he attempts to put the key into the lock. Eventually, he succeeds, and he opens the door, stepping back for her.

"After you, my lady."

She fights a smile, and looks up at him for a moment before curtsying slightly.

"Thank you, my lord."

He watches her as she walks into the room, taking one deep breath to try and calm his nerves before following her and closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

They don't speak; instead, he sits down on the bed and watches her as she moves around. His grandfather has arranged for their things to be dropped off here, and she looks through her luggage before pulling out a brush and a thin white nightgown. He gulps, his fingers twitching against the sheets.

She sits down at the vanity and begins to take the pins out of her hair. He gazes at her, and catches her eye in the mirror as she reaches down for her brush. She averts her gaze quickly. He frowns; maybe she doesn't want to do anything tonight other than sleep. She's still mourning Beth, of course, and although the day had been happy, it had also been exhausting. Not to mention the long journey they were to begin tomorrow.

It's her decision. He doesn't want to pressure her, and he doesn't want to think she would be disappointing him. He wants her desperately, yes, but he's also willing to wait for her. He'd wait for her forever if it pleased her.

Just as he's about to tell her his thoughts, she speaks.

"Would you help me with the buttons on my dress?"

He looks up, and their eyes meet in the mirror once more. This time, she doesn't look away.

His mouth goes dry, but he manages to answer her gently.

"Of course."

He gets up, takes four long steps towards her as she stands and presents her back to him. He's immediately reminded of that day in her studio, when he'd unbuttoned her smock. It had been the first time he'd realized that his feelings for Amy March ran much, much deeper (and much, much differently) than he thought they did.

He pushes aside her long blonde hair; he doesn't think he's seen Amy with her hair down since she was a child. He immediately wants to run his fingers through it, to see what it looks like splayed out on the bed as she lies below him. But right now, he has a mission to complete, and a dress to unbutton.

But again, his hands shake, and he fumbles with the first few buttons like a fool. She turns around and looks at him curiously, but then, her face softens.

"You're nervous?" she asks, and her voice is almost incredulous. He'd already mentioned the fact that he'd been with other women before. She'd flinched when he told her, and he hated it. He wished he could take back every moment he had ever spent with someone else. But then she'd sat up straight and taken his face in her hands.

"It doesn't matter," she’d told him. "The important thing is that it's only the two of us now, always."

"Forever," he'd told her earnestly.

So he understands her confusion; he should be an expert at undoing the back of a dress, and he is, typically. But yes, he's nervous.

"Why?" she asks.

"Because it's you," he answers simply.

It's Amy. The love of his life. And she deserves nothing but perfection, something she can remember for the rest of her life with fondness and love.

"Are you nervous?" he asks her.

She blushes and looks down, but shakes her head firmly.

"Why?" he asks, echoing her question.

She looks back up at him, the sweetest smile on her face. For a moment, he remembers her face the first time they ever met, her staring up at him from her seat on the floor, her eyes shining with the firelight.

I'm Amy.

Now, she reaches out and takes one of his shaking hands in hers, kisses his palm and then holds it to the side of her face.

"Because it's you."

She smiles softly, closing the space between them and standing up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. And when her lips touch his, his heartbeat finally begins to steady.

a/n: champagne problems is coming soon!

[zylophie]

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[whiskeyswifty]

I gotta be honest I’m really impressed by how Taylor still processes her emotions regarding her father through her art and shares that with fans but that’s still something that is in a weird way so public but so private to the extent that no media outlet has ever written about it in depth before. It’s just fascinating how people see certain things but don’t see the rest. It makes you wonder what else Taylor has shared that the public doesn’t fully understand

oh yeah i mean i'm probably the best person to send this ask to in that i've been that annoying bitch screaming from the rooftop that we don't know her at all for idk 6-7 years now lmaooo. i will also say that because that still stands for me, i'm resistant to the idea that we can say with certainty that subject matter about fathers are about her father exactly. we can only read into what we want to, but i'm not the blog for you if you want to definitively talk about Knowing Things About Her. art is always hyperbolic or dissociative or retconning things through fiction or projecting hopes and dreams through fiction. Even she has said not everything in her songs is actually true and she adds things to embellish or throw people off sometimes. so i don't wanna say all of the lines about fathers are necessarily about her father, confirmed, especially since she hasn't really said that herself. and i think that's why media outlets haven't picked up on it or strayed away from it, as it's all speculation at this point.

but i do find it an interesting insight that mothers in her songs gets the most delightful, loving lines and songs about how comforted and protected she is by her mother and devastated at the thought of losing her. and while there are nice lines written about fathers like "i love your handshake, meeting my father" or "charmed my dad with self effacing jokes", those lines aren't directly about the father, but about how she's impressed when a partner gets her father's approval. those are the nicest lyrics about fathers, and the rest are quite flippant verging on damning. "leaving like a father" or "careless man's careful daughter" or the one that's top of mind from seven about a presumably aggressive and/or verbally abusive father. it's just a fascinating comparison, how she paints mothers and fathers in her songs, and glaring in a way as well considering the STARK contrast. When you compare that to how she talks about her parents in real life, it's even more interesting! When talking about her mom, the sentiments line up pretty squarely with how mothers are depicted in her music, but when talking about her father, it's like night and day. She doesn't gush about her father in the way she does about her mother, no, but she says nice, charming things about him and only ever positively talks about him. because OF COURSE she would. why would she air her family drama to the public? her parents were divorced for YEARS before it became widespread fandom knowledge and still i don't think she's ever acknowledged it. maybe once, but hardly ever if that. i just find it so fascinating, and revealing in a way, that the most impressive thing a partner can do in her songs in regards to her parents is win over her father. perhaps something that's been somewhat elusive for taylor herself as she has strived for it, however subconsciously.

and also we have that scene from miss americana where she starts crying almost instantly when arguing with her dad about speaking out about politics. a scene i personally can't really watch often because of how it's an almost one to one mirror of my own conversations with my dad, down to how i also just start crying almost right away and how flippant and stubborn he is in refusing to understand where she's coming from. the most narrow minded approaches that he has and getting super defensive when she tries to get him to hear her point of view, as if what's most important to him is that he still comes off like a good person and not his daughter literally crying because of their dispute over something so personal. i shiver just thinking about it because of how i've been in that exact situation, and i deeply sympathize with her. it's a glimpse into how perhaps it's a rocky relationship and because of that, maybe she keeps her distance and keeps it a surface level relationship. i know i do with my dad to preserve the peace and my own sanity. it's a tricky thing to navigate, having a parent who loves you but doesn't fully respect your autonomy and even clashes with you ideologically to the point of diminishing you as a person, however unintentionally. they love you, but not fully in the way you maybe want them to. having a tricky relationship with a parent like that is really hard to talk about to a fucking therapist, let alone baring that to the public in art that can be picked apart. i wouldn't blame her for a second if she's shied away from that aspect of her life in her art for the most part. it bleeds through in her general depiction of fathers, as you said, and that's one of the ways that maybe helps her cope, idk who can say. i recognize that in her art and in that scene in particular just because i have those exact experiences in my life, but that doesn't mean that what i see is actually there in the same way i'm seeing it! it could be partially my projection, but it's also not uncommon and she is not immune to having the typical Tumultuous Father/Daughter friction relationship that seems to affect 90% of the world's daughters of fathers lmao.

i'm always trying to get people to the same realization you have which is that as much as she wants people to think she's an open book, she's really not. no human being could be, that's impossible they'd go insane. we only see the tip of the iceberg that is her life, even when it comes to her romantic relationships. most of her life, the 80% of it or whatever the iceberg stat is, goes entirely unnoticed and undisclosed. we see a very specific sliver of her that she CHOOSES to share with us, that she's painted with her favorite colors and is most comfortable revealing. we are not privy to the full reality of her life, the full scope of who she is as a person and what she does and engages with every day. there are ugly parts she doesn't want us to see, and also things she just plain doesn't want to share to keep herself feeling like a human being with a life that is her own. and yes there are some things she hints at through her art like you said, perhaps some of the details of her complicated relationship with her father. but also as you pondered, yes probably a myriad of other troubles or thoughts or experiences that are so vaguely referenced, nobody has ever picked up on them. but that's the point! she doesn't want to share them in a way that they can be consumed and taken from her. i think that's great and part of why she's somewhat of a stable famous person, so it appears (or at least hasn't had a gone of the deep end spiral like many famous people used to do like clockwork). maybe one day she will feel comfortable talking about her interpersonal relationship with her father in detail, but probably not and she never has to if she doesn't want to. there's a sort of dignity preservation in that i can understand completely, and a protectiveness that comes with that sort of relationship. as much as you may have disdain for your father, the burden of the daughter is that unimpeachable love that compels you to care for them despite what they do and want to protect them. she may hate him, but according to her, only she is allowed to hate him, that sort of thing, and we don't even know how she feels about him in totality. so she may want to keep that part of her life close to her chest and die without anyone ever knowing and that's entirely her decision to make, probably the best and most healthy one if you ask me.

anyway happy fathers day from taylor who says dads ain't shit!

[ser-estinien]

The Stone Heart

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren Characters: Akechi Goro, Kurusu Akira, Original Child Character(s), Sakura Futaba (Persona Series), Takamaki Ann, Sakamoto Ryuji, Niijima Makoto, Sakura Sojiro, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Married Life, Domestic, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Anxiety Attacks, Possessive Akechi Goro, Jealous Akechi Goro, Protective Akechi Goro, Choking, (The good kind), Jealousy, Possessive Sex, Emotional Sex, cw disneyland, Emotional Spiraling, Emotional Hurt, marriage issues, Hand Jobs, choking and introspection, Midlife Crisis, Car Sex, Edging, Tension, Arguing, Drunkenness, Non-Consensual Touching, Dubious Consent, Disparaging Comments, Trust Issues, anger issues, Mood Swings, Controlling Behavior, Physical Abuse, False Accusations, Ignored Safeword, Rape, Attempted Murder, things get worse before they get better, But they get better I promise, cognitive distortion, Mementos (Persona 5), Guilt, Forgiveness, Suicidal Thoughts, Breaking Up & Making Up, figuring out priorities in life, Dating, Falling In Love, (all over again), I'd like to reiterate:, Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Blood and Injury, violent imagery Series: Part 2 of Buy my love, steal my heart Summary:

Akira is a husband to the love of his life - Goro Akechi -, a father to two beautiful daughters, and a successful chef and restaurant owner. Life is grand. It's better than he could have ever dreamed of when he was young. So why does it only take one night for him to feel like his happiness is seconds away from unraveling? What could possibly be lurking on the horizon, waiting to tear his entire life apart, and how can he possibly begin to pick the pieces up once it's in shreds?

 Sequel to The Nicest Touch.

[luimagines]

Sorry if this is completely random but i just want to say that your writing reminds me of a cafe/library that is the hang out spot for this one group of teens. They’re very nice and respectful, and they get the window booth that looks out into the park next door and they all get to witness the change of time through that same window.

Its homey and familiar, its feels like a connection and a bond. Its vibes are so…just cozy with the odd sprinkle of the rainy days or chilly months and its just so….right.

ANYWAYS SORRY— I MEAN ALL OF THIS IN A GOOD WAY AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT!!!

Hi Trippy! I know we've never really talked much but I've seen you around the fandom before and I really admire your work. I think you were the one who also gave my blog a little shout out when I first made it and it got me like... five new followers within the hour when I only had like 20. XD

It's not random at all and I adore this. <3

And in any case- how would this not be taken in a good way? It's literally the nicest thing ever. XD

I hope you have a good night/day too!!!!

[ao3feed-jaytim]

B is for Boring (and Brains and Beauty)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51087910 by claude_chocapic “You know those mangy cats in the Alley? The ones with a shredded ear and only one eye? They follow you home one night and you let them in because it's snowing outside. You give them food because you're not a monster, and before you know it they've adopted you and you're buying them the comfiest cat bed you can find because they're the nicest thing that has ever happened to you? Well, that's you. You're the cat.” Tim blinks. “What?” “You took my scent, you put yourself under my protection. That means I'm gonna take care of you even if I have to trick you into a carrier box so you can get your shots.” Words: 2384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Betas are Boring in Universe, Beta Tim Drake, Alpha Jason Todd, Scenting, If It Smells Like Mine It's Mine, A Primer by Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Sad Tim Drake, Getting Together, Tim Drake Has Self-Worth Issues read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51087910