#oh shit i should do this with my husband when I'm at the store and don't know which specific version of a product he wants

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Peeta as the smallest of 3 brothers definitely had to resort to dirty plays like biting in his youth.

First off, you're right and you should say it. Second off, Peeta being the youngest is 1000% a dynamic in his relationship with Katniss once they start to recover.

No bc listen. I was the youngest of three siblings and while we never got into physical fights I learned QUICK how to use my mouth to win what battles couldn't be fought physically because my siblings would 100% go to jail for trying to rock a 3 y/os shit. So Peeta was running his mouth religiously around the household. Can't tell me otherwise. "If it weren't for the baby??" Girl, he was biting AND flappin his lips. 100% would get pinned to the ground by his brothers and be like "wow I feel bad for your girlfriend" before getting his shit rocked. He'll offer them tips inbetween punches. "Aim for the throat. Wow, you're still pathetic."

Second, Katniss is the eldest, Peeta is the youngest in their families. Once they're more secure in their relationship, Peeta is 100% causing fun! problems 24/7. She's stressed the fuck out she's gonna come home one day from hunting again and half the house is repainted with all of the furniture just shoved into one big pile away from the drying walls like "WHY DID YOU DO THIS??" "bored :))" because he's so dangerously intelligent, I'm thoroughly convinced he's a practical fucking moron. He probably had to create his own entertainment as a child, he's used to being ignored. If he gets an idea to rearrange the furniture, he just does it. Katniss and Haymitch both have to intervene with how much this happens because Katniss complained about it to Effie once, and Effie started rambling about this thing called "feng-shui," and now Peeta is completely obsessed and will spend several hours to the point of obsession planning with Effie not just his decor, but literally fucking everyones, and Katniss tried to warn Haymitch "Hey, we need to fucking stop this," and Haymitch just said "get out of my house." But now Haymitch is too sober to deal with the constantly changing furniture, and why is this idiot painting his ceiling, and can you please pick up a hobby that doesn't involve majorly changing the layout of our houses? Peeta says no. Katniss instead comes home to Peeta having several geese chasing him at Haymitchs training. He's been waiting for an excuse to reveal this.

She stops feeling bad for needing his constant comfort once he starts biting her out of boredom. Oh, come on. You can see it. He would absolutely look at her arm one night and go "you look nice :))" before taking a giant fucking bite that makes her question every decision she made from age 16-18. There's a solid minute where they just sit in their bed at a standstill. She's holding her book in shock, he's just frozen still biting her. She says "What the fuck" he says "nostalgia :))" to which she's further confused and slightly terrified. She learns how to duck. He learns how to lure her in easier. Post-canon angst + comfort is cute, give me chaotic Peeta torturing his wife who just wants five minutes of peace but secretly adores her dangerously clever idiot of a husband

Imagine when they have kids. That woman is gonna go from "peetas baby!" To "your child."

He likes tossing the motherfuckers in the air. He's the kinda dad who will take off RUNNING with the shopping cart, shove the thing as far away as he can and just wave "bye bye! :))" to the baby inside of the cart that's laughing wildly while Katniss is just chasing this fucking thing down through the store like it's the quarter quell all over again and everyone else is just watching like "Jesus Christ he's doing it again." It gets worse when Peeta collaborates his children with the attacking geese to use against Haymitch when he tries to prevent him from repainting his ceiling again.

[the-froschamethyst4]

I Will Always Protect You

𖤐Pairing: Step dad! Gaz x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, angst, deadbeat ex-husband, language, married couple, children, arguing, fighting,

𖤐Summary: Your ex-husband tries to 'come back' into your kids lives but your children show that they don't want to go with him, so what happens when their step father Gaz steps in to put this deadbeat in his place

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8:00AM

Y/n's day started out like everyday, waking her children up for school, Skye was getting her school clothes on and Kai was coming downstairs to come eat breakfast.

Gaz was coming downstairs as well, sitting next to Kai as he ate breakfast.

"Skye! Baby, come on!" Y/n calls from the kitchen and she could hear her daughter running downstairs.

"Sorry, mama," she says, sitting next to Gaz.

Gaz has joined the family when Skye was 2 and Kai was 5, a young age for the both of them. Gaz loved Kai and Skye, and the kids treated him more like their father than their actual father.

Their actual father was a fucking deadbeat. He started dealing drugs when Skye was only a baby and Y/n didn't know till a strange man came to her door asking for him and wanting 56k from her deadbeat husband.

Scared the shit out of her, as it should. So, she filed for divorce and he's been bumming off his 19-year-old girlfriend and her parents at the ripe age of 35.

"Come on, let's go catch the bus," Y/n says as the kids got off their chairs and Gaz grabs his coffee following his wife and the two kids to the bus stop.

"Mama, can we go to the store later?"

"Why, baby?" She asked her daughter.

"Because I'm out of mouthwash-"

"OH SAME HERE!" Kai interrupts Skye.

"We'll see okay," she kisses her kids foreheads and sent them off to school.

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1:40PM

It was around noon now. Y/n usually stayed home on these days to do some chores around the house and also catch up on some work from home.

As Y/n was cleaning the dishes from this morning, there was a loud knock on the door, it rattled the front door and she could hear the glass door in front of it also rattling.

She wipes her hands and looks out through the tall window next to the front door, she sees a man in a hood.

"Fuck no," she says to herself before backing from the door and going to the kitchen to grab a knife just in case. She hides it behind her back and goes back to the front.

She opens the heavy door first and looks through the glass window, seeing this person lift his head and showing a bruised face, a cut lip, and some teeth missing.

"Mark!? What the fuck are you doing here?" Y/n asked, behind the glass door as her barrier to keep this deadbeat away from her.

"Y/n, I am so, so, so fucking sorry for what I have done to you. I am truly sorry-"

"Why the fuck are you here Mark? I will call the police if you don't leave my property," Y/n threatens. She wishes Gaz was here, Mark was terrified of Gaz.

"Please, listen to me first...I just wanna see my kids, and I want to see how, my girl is doing."

"I am NOT your girl, definitely not anymore, you don't have the right to see your kids anymore, you lost custody and you only get supervised visits by the local police, you are not welcome to or in my house now get off my property, Mark," Y/n shuts the door and slides down the door hot tears filling her eyes.

Y/n and Mark were a very happy couple, but when she gave birth to Skye, the drug dealing happened, along with cheating and drinking.

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2:20PM

"I'm home!" Gaz yells. Y/n comes out of her home office and looks at Gaz.

"Hi, honey, how was work?"

"Same-old-same-old," Gaz says with a soft smile on his face before pulling Y/n into a hug and kissing her lips.

"MAMA!" Y/n and Gaz turned hearing Kai's voice, it was cracked like he was crying. Soon Skye came in and hid behind Y/n and Gaz as Y/n bent down to her children's level as Gaz looked at the front door.

"My babies, what is wrong?"

"I can give you a guess," Gaz says as Mark stood in the doorway.

"I'm calling the fucking police," Y/n says. "I told you if you didn't leave."

"I just want to see my children, Y/n. Why are you holding them from me!?" Mark pleads.

"Because they don't want to see you!" Gaz steps in, blocking his step children's view of Mark.

"Oh shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

"WHAT!?" Gaz marches to Mark.

Y/n moves her children out of the living room to the stairs. "Go upstairs, okay. I'll come and get you when it's over."

Her children run upstairs to not want to see or be involve what might happen. Gaz takes Mark to the ground, Gaz on top of him and he was just cussing and yelling at him, not swinging any punches at Mark or anything.

Gaz was holding back a lot of his strength of wanting to put Mark in the hospital-no that's too generous, not wanting to put Mark 6 feet under right now.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING COME AROUND MY FAMILY AGAIN! MY KIDS DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU! YOU ARE A FUCKING DEADBEAT, SAD, SORRY EXCUSE OF A FATHER, HUSBAND AND A MAN! YOU ARE A FUCKING COWARD AS WELL!!" Gaz gets off Mark and grabs him again basically tossing Marks dirty ass out the door.

"Gaz?" Y/n watches him slam the door shut. Y/n walks towards Gaz placing her hand on his arm as he was trying his best to calm down and not lash out even more.

"Mama? Gaz?" Kai and Skye peak around the corner seeing their mother and step father.

"Is he gone?" Skye asked.

"Yes, baby," Y/n scoops Skye into her arms and ruffled Kai's hair. Kai looks at Gaz and runs up to him, Gaz bends down picking Kai up and hugging him.

"Thank you, Gaz," Kai says into Gaz's neck. Gaz felt his heart swell and wanting to burst in his chest.

"Of course, kiddo...I will always protect you kids," he says, kissing Kai's temple.

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9:10PM

It was getting pretty close to the kids' bedtime. Skye was brushing her teeth as Gaz was telling Kai some stories about his time being in the Military.

Skye walks into her older brothers' bedroom and sat next to Gaz wanting to hear his stories as well. Both children soon fell asleep, Gaz gently picks up Skye and takes her to her bedroom.

Pulling back her covers and gently placing her down, Gaz was about to turn off her little lamp on her nightstand, but she stirs in her sleep making Gaz stop.

"I love you...daddy..." Skye says. Gaz's heart shatters now.

Skye and Kai have never called Gaz daddy, dad, father, or anything other names just Gaz or Kyle. It first started out as them just saying Kyle and when they got use to him then Gaz. It felt like an honor being called 'daddy' now.

"Are they asleep?" Y/n asks.

"Yep..." Y/n could see the biggest smile on Gaz's face.

"What? What's that face?" Y/n asked, getting close to Gaz to examine his face.

"Skye called me daddy, along with an I love you as well."

Y/n was happy for him. "I'm glad they're warming up to you, Gaz," she kisses him before they both headed to bed.

[oneforthemunny]

hey girl, so happy to see you're back! if you're still doing the blurb game, can I request something with cowboy!eddie or hockey!eddie, surgery and fluff? this is purely self indulgent, I had surgery done yesterday & feel like being babied by one of my husbands lolll

omg hope you feel better my love!!! i decided to go with hockey!eddie bc i feel he would be better with this prompt in a way <3 enjoy!

"Uh, maybe you should- No, don't do that." One hand cradling your arm, the other reaching to grab the bag on the floor before you could. Eddie's eyes were frantic, hands still a little clammy from the waiting room.

It was routine, he knew it was, a simple surgery the doctor's done a million times- the nurse had reassured him, she'd took pity after he'd nearly passed out in the waiting room. Still, Eddie was on edge. Even after he saw you, after the doctor told him you'd recover easily, that everything had gone as planned; he was still anxious.

"I'm fine, Eddie." Your voice was scratchy, a little groggy and lacking it's usual, familiar hum that always left Eddie feeling like he was floating. "I can get it."

"No, you really can't. Here," Eddie grunted, maneuvering to grab your purse off the ground, one hand still holding you steady in case you fell. "I got it, alright. Just let me get you to the car."

"Eddie, I'm fine. I can walk- I should walk." You sighed, though your hand never left his, clinging to it as you took careful shuffling steps. He decided against mentioning that. "I'll never recover if I don't move."

"You've got time to recover." Eddie replied, his free hand wrapping around your waist carefully. "Today, you need to rest. Believe me," He talked over your whine of protest, voice raising over yours gently. "I've had enough surgeries and shit to know that."

"Yeah, you have." You snorted lightly, lips pulling in a grin. Your head was still foggy from the anesthesia, the pain not yet setting in but an overall feeling of uncomfortableness that was beginning to set in.

"You're like an expert then?" Your eyes squinted lightly, looking up at him, the bright Indiana sun above the two of you. "A pro?"

"Somethin' like that." Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. "I mean some would argue that. Both ACL's, a ligament in my arm and shoulder- oh, and the tooth that got lodged in my cheek." He reached the car, jamming the key in the door and opening it wide for you, helping you in before you could climb in yourself.

"I'm in good hands then." You gritted, wincing when you lifted into the seat, Eddie's eyes wide ready to catch you, yank you out if he needed to and carry you back into the hospital.

"The best, baby." Eddie nodded, smacking your hands away gently so he could fasten your seatbelt. He looked up at you after he clicked the buckle in place, a goofy smile on his face when his eyes met yours.

"I'll take good care of you, sweetheart. Promise." He muttered, leaning forward to kiss you, careful but sweet- the way you kissed him when his lip was busted after a game.

Your chest swelled with heat, leaning back into the seat as he closed the door. Eddie climbed in the driver's side. "I also know that the first rule of recovery," He started the car, tilting the vents that blew AC, turning the dials to what you liked without you having to ask. "That you have to get ice cream after."

"Ice cream?" You giggled lightly. "Ed, it's ten in the morning."

Eddie looked at the clock, then back at you with a shrug. "'S alright. Store's open." He pushed the gear shift, arm on the back of your chair as he slowly backed out of his spot. "Besides, we gotta get your medicine anyways, so two for one trip."

[miimo96]

Thoughts on Re:Zero S3 episode 3

Yay another New episode of Re: zero came out, let's see what kind of torture they have in store for us today ^^;

1st off who the F*ck are you calling your wife that's number 1, and 2nd of all, bro you clearly Must be crazy or something because how you gonna get this HEATED at some who didn't bother to give you their name!? like I'm sorry if I'm distracted at the fact that you're holding my Unconscious girlfriend dude, also yeah that reminds, If you Don't take your DAMN HANDS OFF HER RIGHT NOW! Damn Like I seriously can't STAND this guy

NO WAY! GLUTTONY IS HERE!? 😱

Bruh I Hate the way he talks SO MUCH, like he so condescending it's actually irritating, also Wait their fighting against each other, I thought they were part of the same cult, are you telling me there are Different cults dedicated to each Witch?

Let's Go Unseen Hands BITCH!

You didnt even know her NAME!? Bro How you gonna say you love her and that she belongs to you and all that stuff and you Don't even KNOW HER NAME, my boy Subaru worked hard to get that shit in season 1, So don't just go around acting like you're the shit cuz you're not, you're a Bitch, a Straight BITCH! 😠 also hold up did Subaru seriously just say Waifu, I'm a Dub person so what you're seeing here is me watching dub but with subtitles on, I had No idea he ever said that, honestly it's Hilarious 🤣

Ewww you frickin creep, I bet you thought the same thing when you saw her as kid too huh, ya effing Creep

I WAS RIGHT, I WAS EFFING RIGHT! Omg I KNEW her husband was Betelgeuse, YES I called it! Now all the only thing to figure out is Who exactly SHE is ^^

No Emilia! BASTARD! GIVE HER BACK !! Yo somebody kill Subaru so he can return, Nah shit has gone too far off the rails we need to reset the loop NOW!

I don't understand why he keeps seeing her, I mean I get it that it's because he sees himself as weak or something but C'MON! Buddy you Won, you KILLED HER, SHE is no longer alive, if anything you should feeling yourself or at least if you are doubting yourself, it shouldn't be THIS BAD bro

No way! Is this actually his mom!? Omg that would SO Sad if that's the case, AHHHHHH why do you do this to me Re: zero 😫

Yo Ngl, these 2 are actually so cute together like I'm honestly Loving their Relationship/ Dynamic, ahhhh they're just so cute! ^w^ (it's ok they're both 14 yrs old) Also this scene was so effing sad like Wow, just, Wow 😢

YO IS THE ENTIRE WITCHES CULT HERE!?

Wait hold up, so a witches remains are still in this city, but which Witch is it, I know it ain't echidna because she was in the last place we were at in season 2, so could it be Satella, I mean they do seem to Worship her and it would make sense for why they would want emilia, maybe to resurrect her? Oh wait maybe it's the witch of wrath or even Dafney the witch of gluttony, 1 because why else would the 1st archbishop we see this season be Wrath and 2, why would the WHOLE city need to be a trap to kill 1 witch, unless of course, that Witch is extremely powerful, maybe someone like Dafeny who created the 3 most powerful mob beasts, the white whale, the white rabbit, and of course, the Black serpent. 🤔hmmmmm

Oh hell yeah Let's Go! garf is absolutely about to kill it next episode ^^

[cxrsed-angel]

wip wednesday i have a few some are more finished than others. i wasn’t tagged by anyone so im tagging anyone who wants to do it <3

thr first one is this is an acacius wip for @/jolapeno dear-uary challenge the second one is an eddie fic wip and the last one is a dbf joel fic :)

acacius x fem!reader| warnings: angst, badly translated latin

You leave your bed and go to the desk in your room, where you write your letters to your husband and store the ones he writes to you. You open the drawer, flipping through them to find the first one he sent. At the bottom of the stack, you open the envelope, re-reading it like you've done what seems like hundreds of times. You hold the paper, reading it yet again.

“My carissima uxor, my carissima amor,

I know this will be our first time being separated from each other since we’ve married. I know it must be harder for you. I am used to being away, but I can only imagine how empty our room and our bed must feel for you. But I do not want you to be alone, isolated in my leave, missing me. You should perhaps read new books, maybe garden, or speak with the other ladies. It will be more bearable if you occupy your time by keeping busy. I know it is hard. I will not say that it gets easier, for it does not, but it can be tolerable. I miss you terribly, but I will return home to you shortly. I love you.”

~ M

You hold the letter, remembering how alone you had felt those first few days he had left. You were not from Rome and did not have any family here, and you only spoke to Marcus primarily after your wedding, so when he left, you had no one to talk to. The first day, you did wallow away in bed, isolating yourself. The emperor's palace you resided in felt massive and empty without Acacius walking the halls with you and helping you around. But once you received his letter and took his suggestion, it did help. You started drawing, attending different activities and plays to distract yourself, and it did help some. But you still missed him deeply, especially at night. You miss laying in his arms, feeling his hands caressing you, rubbing your back as you fall asleep. You miss the few times you had wakened before him and could admire his sleeping form, admire how gorgeous and peaceful he looked while he rested, but he was right that it eventually became more bearable.

eddie munson x fem!reader smut| warnings, phone sex, mutual masterbation

“You touching my girl for me since I can't be there?” You nod as your face flushes as he refers to your pussy as “his girl.” Your fingers continue circling your cunt as you hear his moans and the sound of Eddie pumping his hard cock.

“Yea, Eddie, I am, it feels good, but I want you.” you beg and whine as you continue touching yourself to Eddies sounds.”

“she misses me?, huh sounds so fucking pretty wannna talk to her put her on the phone for me baby.” he groans and youre a bit confused.

“wh-what?”

“i wanna speak to my girl put her on, let me hear her.” you nod slowly putting the receiver to your pussy, slipping youre fingers in and out slowly letting eddie hear the lewd sounds of you finger fucking yourself.

“oh fuck…there she is bet shes all puffy and needy and soaking for me huh, begging to be fucked.” Eddie moans as you hear him stroking his cock through the receiver. You swear it was the hottest sound, you loved hearing him.

dbf!joel x fem!reader smut|warnings: fingering, oral sex (f receiving) age gap, assuming cheating but there isn’t

“Know he ain't fucking you right but tell me he’s at least tasting this sweet pussy, huh?” he lightly kisses your inner thigh as you squirm and get hotter.

“shit Joel-no… theres isnt…” you moan not really aware of what you're whats coming out your mouth, to, more focused on his fingers Joel looks up at you; eyebrow raised, his fingers still ghosting around your folds. He shakes his head.

“That's a shame honey, but can't say I'm surprised, your poor pussy has been neglected huh need an older man to take care of you the college guys aint doing it for you.” you nod as your mouth opens as he places his lips on your dripping pussy. He sucks on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck Joel.” you throw your head back, opening your mouth. You close your thighs around his head but he pushes them apart, spreading your legs. You moan out as he licks at your soaking folds, grabbing onto his hair. He leaves his hands on your thighs, forcing them open. You jerk your hips, desperate for more as you get closer to your release.

“Joel please please need you.” he looks up at you eyes full of lust, he moves his head from between your legs making you whine at the loss of his tongue on you, smirking at you as his beard wet from your juices.

“I’m right here baby what do you want.” he teases as he replaces his tongue with his fingers, fucking them into you slowly.

“Ah please Joel please fuck me” you cry out. He chuckles before removing his fingers soaked from your pussy, you cry at the absence of his fingers taking away your approaching the orgasm you were approaching. He groans as he stands up off his knees you can hear them popping.

“Shit honey I'm getting too old to be kneeling down like that.” you laugh a little taking his hand as he helps you off the counter.

“Yea, I noticed some more grays coming in, there's a cute little patch in your beard. Guess you won't be able to eat me out anymore huh, old man.” you joke, running your finger through his messy hair.

Joel laughs “Oh sweetheart, this “old man” is still gonna eat that pretty pussy, You're just gonna have to sit on my face next time.” he smiles at you before turning and leaving the kitchen.

[skatermusic]

"Where are you headed this time, dear?" Elliott asked from his study.

"Oh, just gonna kick Pierre's ass. Don't wait up for me." Taylor answered.

Elliott simply nodded, engrossed in planning out his next novel. Then, his husband's words hit him, and he sprung to his feet. "Taylor, what do you mean?" Elliott asked, hands on Taylor's shoulders.

"Heard from Sam that the piece of shit's been taking credit for my produce. He bought one of my bottles of ancient fruit wine for his mom's birthday, and Pierre had the audacity to claim that he brewed it himself." The farmer was fuming by this point. He unsheathed his Galaxy Sword. In the other hand, he pulled out his phone and opened a text conversation between himself and Sam. "Get a load of this, babe."

The picture in question was of the farmer's best friend holding the bottle of wine mentioned earlier. In lieu of the "Blackwood Farm" label was a label from Pierre's General Store.

Elliott was appalled. "Well, I never!"

"Yep. I almost wish I'd let Joja settle in so I could sell my stuff there instead."

Elliott hugged the farmer. "I'm so sorry he did this. Surely Mayor Jodi will realize once she opens her birthday present?"

"Hopefully. Unless she throws the book at him, I may as well fly my stuff to the city instead." And Taylor easily could. Not only did he possess a private pilot's license, but, just before he pulled a "Fuck this, I'm out," from his job at Joja, he used his cut of his grandfather's inheritance to become the owner of a Cessna, which was parked just outside.

"I definitely wouldn't fault you for that. We do speak of the same individual who placed a bucket of water atop the door and revealed my secret to everyone in town."

"That son of a bitch!" As if Taylor hadn't already lost enough respect for the man. If Pelican Town wasn't such a tight-knit community, that could've ended with his husband being experimented on, or being an attraction for a water park!

"Agreed, and he is not the only one. Who do you suppose was in on this act of betrayal?"

Of mother-fucking-course, the douchebag who used to call himself mayor paid Pierre to do it. Yoba forbid the man spent his money on improving the town. Instead, he made a gold statue of himself and, apparently, paid shopkeepers to expose townsfolks' secrets.

Normally, Elliott would never condone violence, but he would happily make an exception for Pierre. "Remember not to tread any blood on the floor, darling. That will be an absolute nightmare to clean."

With a kiss from his husband, Taylor was off.

Just as he was about to enter the store, he saw his father in law leaving, groceries in hand. "Hey, Pops." Taylor greeted.

Willy noticed the amount of weapons the farmer was carrying. "Headed to the caves, my boy?"

"Not exactly."

Taylor and Willy walked to the saloon, where he told the fisherman everything.

"Trust me, son. I had a bone to pick with them both. Lewis was picking his teeth off the floor just before he got locked up, and after Pierre let Elliott's secret out, I had half a mind to buy a Joja membership."

Taylor patiently waited for the "But....."

"Sure, Pierre's a scumbag, but I couldn't bear the thought of the community centre being destroyed."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"Lewis deserved everything. May have broken my hand, but like hell do I have any regrets."

"What should I do about Pierre, Pops? Can't just let him get away with this."

"That's the thing-you won't. And I have an idea."

Taylor's phone buzzed, his husband's name appearing on the caller ID. He answered the phone. "You're on speaker, hon, and your dad's with me. I caught him up, and he has an idea."

"Ah. Do tell."

"One of you will blow the whistle on his ass, just like we did to Lewis." Willy explained. "The Flower Dance is right around the corner, and Pierre always uses Taylor's goods for the buffet table."

"Sounds like a plan. I think Elliott better do it, Pops. You know how I am when I'm pissed."

"Happily, darling." Elliott agreed.

With the plan made, all that was left was to wait for April 24th.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

MDNI 18 + CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18 + MDNI

Can I just say, fuck this piece of writing. It took me too long. I wrote and then deleted paragraph after paragraph. I love Gojo. But I think he & I might need some time apart.

Also, NOTHING about this bastard of a story turned out like I said it would. That being said, I'm sorry people... please don't lose faith in me 😆. I'm trying!

@gingerspicelattemix @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @mydarlingdahlia @vampcubus

In Stitches

You were his favorite seamstress. And it was no secret. Once, when you were out, the store owner told the man that his husband could stitch up the thrashed garment. "Sir, I assure you, my husband is the finest in his entire family. 6 generations of tailors, and he is the best yet." The tall man laughed a short but hearty chuckle, "First, 'sir' sucks. You know my name is Gojo. I'm in here all the time. Secondly, I don't give a shit if your husband makes the Lord Baby Jesus robes. I only want y/n to work on my uniforms. Yeah? When will she be back?" The owner knew this man was quite taken with you, but now he could see this for what it really was. "Y/n," the owner cleared his throat." Y/n will be back in 3 minutes. She's on her lunch break."

●Exactly 3 minutes later, because you were timely if you were anything, you tapped the owner on his shoulder and smiled sweetly, "I'm back now. Thank you."

●You recognized the man's voice as you clocked back in. Of course, you did. You always prayed to the old gods and the new that he'd have some terrible clothing mishap and fall at your feet, grabbing at the fullest part of your ass, burying his face where your thighs meet, begging for you to sew him back together. *His clothes back together. You had to correct yourself a lot.

● His bright eyes bore down on you, shrouded behind dark glasses. He was watching you before you realized it. Finally, you were able to raise your eyes to meet his. As you picked through the shreds of cloth, you breathed in his cologne. What you wouldn't give to press your face to his bare chest.

● You looked out the wide storefront window, sighing heavily. "Fuck. I bet it's soft. Soft and hard. And warm," you said in a whisper. Gojo looked at you and smiled. "What was that, sweetheart?"

● "OH! I, I, I was just, uhm. H-how did your clothes get so torn this time?" You asked with the confidence of a scared church mouse. He bent over and placed his elbow on the counter, and put his chin in the palm of his hand. He flashed you a cheeky smile. One look from him, and that's all it takes to turn you to mush as you're waiting to hear the backstory. "Or should I ask who got on your bad side?" You want to get on his bad side.

● His sudden laugh shook you from your hallucinations about what his chest would feel like against your cheek. Ok, really, it was your mouth. Your *tongue* and your mouth. You jumped back a little. "Oh, oh shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you ..." He shifted his eyes to the pile of clothes your hands rested on, "Well, I just ... I gotta go. Fight someone ... or ... something."

"Why did I jump like that! Now he thinks I'm this jumpy idiot," you thought , scolding yourself.

● He put his large hand over yours and leaned over the counter close to your face. "KISS ME. MARRY ME. FUCK ME." You thought. Damn it, you're blushing. "Have a great day, sweetheart. I'll be back in a few days to pick these up. Unless I happen to run into you sooner?" He squeezed your hand, and the doorbell rang and brought you back to this stupid reality from the one where his hand was touching yours. Just in time to see that he'd already disappeared into the world.

● It was 5:58 pm. and time to close the shop. You could wait until 6:00 exactly. But you were in a hurry to get home, lock yourself up, close the shades, and plow through the clothes that he brought you. You could afford a discrepancy or two. Or three.

● Driving into the rainy night headed for home you hit a red light right off the bat. And usually, you hate them. All they do is hold you up. But, the bag. Gojo's bag. The bag of his clothes sitting in the passenger seat keeps calling to you. Pleading its case to be picked up and stuffed against your body. It wants you to sniff at it. You reached your hand over to open it up but a car honked behind you. Once again, bringing you back around to this side of reality. "Bahhh! Fuck. Sor-sorry!" You wave, "Im goin', I'm goin'. Jesus."

● You got home around 6:15. Parked in your spot and made a run for it. The rain was coming down so hard. Sliding your key into the doorknob and letting yourself inside, you drop everything you're carrying but the bag of clothes. "Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?" You poured yourself a glass of peach moscato, grabbed the bottle, the bag, and set to work in your sewing area in the spare bedroom.

● "Shirt. Ok. Let's, let's get this ... Oh my god." You sank down in your chair, feeling 10 times more drunk from the smell. His scent was emanating from the bag. It was so strong that you wondered if he purposely sprayed extra cologne on the uniform before bringing it in to you.

● His scent hit you like a fucking semi and he weighed heavily on your mind. You considered going back to work to look through the old receipts for his phone number to lure him to you like one of those crocodiles that hides just under the surface of the water and waits for their prey to start drinking. Then they snap their jaws around the unsuspecting creatures neck. You wanted to snap your mouth around Gojo's cock. Gently, of course.

● You realized you'd probably be better off staying home. You finished his shirt, the last of the bottle, and took another hefty whiff. "Iiii-ahhh ... I want to shower. You're coming with me, though," You said to the shirt. Surely, you could just hang it over the door and smell it without getting it wet.

● In your bedroom, you slipped out of your clothes. On your way to the shower, you stopped in front of your full-length mirror and looked at yourself. "Something ... missing." You slipped Gojo's shirt over your arms and pulled it, as closed as it would go, around your tits. The fabric was softer than it looked. "Oh OH HI. I'm Gojo and I'll be your fuck toy for the night." Shaking your head you continued to check yourself out.

● It was a little snug on you, but still cute. It hung just above the round curve on the bottom of your ass. The sleeves were floppy on your shorter arms. "Fuck. I wish he was here." You felt the slick gather between your legs as you walked to the shower. Your desire for him was becoming bothersome.

● Before you started the shower water, you went to make sure your door was locked. You were in such a hurry to get inside and start pawing through his clothes that you didn't pay much attention. Halfway to the door, there was a quiet knock. You stopped in your tracks. "Who the fuck?" You whispered. "What, what time is it?" A glance at the clock. It was 1:28 a.m. and everyone you know doesn't come by your place unannounced because they know it pisses you off to have drop-in visitors.

● Another series of knocks. "Y/n?" The familiar voice whispered up against the heavy door. GOJO. "It's, it's Goj– Satoru Gojo. Are you awake? You, you remember me from–" You were awake, a little drunk, very horny for the white-haired man on the other side of your door, and a lot naked, save for his shirt. You could've changed into a robe. But the wine gave you false confidence. So, you decided to do the only thing there was to do; you were going to open the door.

● How many times have you prayed for this. Begged any God or anything, really, to grant you this one fucking wish. You took a breath for courage and walked toward the door.

● "Gojo? What are you doing here?" You hung your head laughing at this person you've become. You heard him laughing, too. "Fantastic." You said quietly. "Can I help you with something?"

● "Yes, yeah, you can. I was going home, and I tore my favorite pair of pants on a fence when I was running from a vicious dog. And then I climbed it, and boom. Torn. I was hoping you could repair them? They're my favorite pair. Did you hear that ‐"

● You opened the door. His lurid eyes peeked over the top of his dark sunglasses and burned into you. "That part." He finished his sentence. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Is that my shirt you're wearing?" You blushed and opened your mouth to say something. "No need to talk, doll. You told me everything I needed to know." Just seeing you in his uniform got him halfway hard. "I wasn't going to explain myself. I was going to ask why you had to climb a fence to outrun a vicious dog." You looked at him suspiciously and he just smirked.

● "Can I come in thanks." He stepped around you and into your apartment and looked around. "Would you mind telling me why this couldn't wait until Monday? Y'know. When I was at work?" He began undoing his belt. "Whoa there ... what the hell are you doing?" You asked almost breathlessly. You both knew you wanted him to continue to take his pants off. He just smiled at you and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his them. Stepping out of them, he bunched them up into his large hand and tossed them to you. "Here."

● "Yep. Got it. I'll fix 'em right up. Tomorrow. "You said more loudly than you had intended. "Goodnight, Satoru Go–" You had the resolve of a goldfish when you were trying to uproot the words to ask him to leave. But you didn't want him to go. "No, no, no, sweetheart. I think ... yes. I want you to put them on." Gojo gestured to the pants twisted around in your fingers.

● "Sorry, you what? You want me to put your pants on? Am I understanding this correctly?" He looked at you like he couldn't understand why it was such a hard pill to swallow. "Yes, y/n. Put. The. Pants. On." You shook them out in front of you to have a look at the legs. They smelled exactly like his shirt you had, only better because they were still warm from his body. "These won't fit me. This isn't that traveling pants movie where the girl with the biggest ass of her friends group miraculously squeezed into them." You laughed way too hard at your comparison.

● He cocked his head and you stopped giggling at yourself. "Wha– traveling pants? What the fuck are you talking about? My pants are homebodies. Just put the damn things on, y/n." You sat down on the arm of your couch to help balance you, laughing at the fact he called his pants homebodies. "Ok, ok." You were still a little tipsy.

●Slipping the pants over your left foot first, he watched you push it out of the leg opening. "Next foot." You stuck your right leg through and steadied your feet on the floor to pull them up to your waist.

● He smiled at you in his clothing. Your arms and legs drowning in the sea of cloth. The thread holding the buttons over your chest forced to give a little. The waist of the pants is not big enough to cover your curves. But you looked so sexy to him struggling like this. Only Gojo would think you struggling like this was sexy.

● "See? I told you. My fat ass wont fit–" Gojo was at you in a split second and stuck his hands into the shirt on either side of your hips, burying his face in your neck. He took a slow, deep breath and melted into your warm skin. He shuddered as he pulled his face around to rub his nose to yours. "Your fat ass is fucking sexy." His eyes are more blue right now than you've ever seen them. You pulled your face back to look at him. He was so fucking beautiful.

● He held your chin in his hand and brought his lips down to yours. Kissing him back rendered you void of all oxygen as you breathed into his grasp. His kiss was deep and overwhelming. Just like you'd always imagined it would be. He hung over you as you fought to keep your knees from buckling under you. Even though the couch was right there, you wanted to stay exactly where you were, pressed to him. As close as two semi clothed people could get.

● For a moment you forgot you were donning his uniform and that he was in a shirt and his boxer briefs. "You taste like the rain." He said, licking his lips and taking a small step back.

● You stood there with one hand on your hip and the other one holding the shirt together. Though you didn't know why you bothered. If he wanted to see your tits, he would see your tits.

● He stared back at you, looking you up and down in his ridiculously long yet narrow clothing. You notice how his cock is stretching out his boxer briefs. Precum beginning to leave a darkened, wet spot.

● Gojo followed your gaze down at the bulge. "This? You want this? Well, all y'gotta do is ask, sweetheart." He pulled the waistband down to the base of his cock and then started palming himself through the slightly stained fabric.

● Gojo saunteted over to you and reached ran his hand down the side of your face, looking at you so, so sweetly. A moment later he stuck his middle and fourth finger in your mouth. How that didn't catch you off guard and how it felt so natural, you'll never understand. You instinctively knew to start sucking on them. "Good girl," he purred your praises in a deep voice while his other hand came up to pull the bunched fabric of his shirt from your clutches.

● "You. Dirty. Little. Freak. I mean, I could smell it on you from the other side of the state. But damn. I'm, I'm impressed, y/n. Were you going to fuck yourself while you wore this?" He flicked your protruding nipple and then pulled the shirt open to kiss it. "Or were you going to lay it over a pillow and rub your wet little cunt all over it and then give it back to me so I could smell you deep in these threads?"

● You tried to talk around his fingers over your tongue. "Mmmughnn ... ughhh!" He laughed and pushed his fingers back, his other hand now cupping your pussy. He pushed you backward to the couch cushion. "Sit. Leave the shirt and pants on." You turned into your spot, purposely brushing your ass in his face.

● He let out a low rumble of a sound as he grabbed your hips to hold you there, pussy up. "Don't play games you don't know the rules to, sweetheart." His hand came down hard just before he nipped and kissed at the covered flesh. You settled back down on the brushed sued couch cover. "Open your legs." You did as you were told and lay there against the plush surface. Still a little sore from the mild reprimand.

● The same two fingers he had in your mouth made a wet trail from your lips to the hole in the inseam of his pants. You shuttered at how easy it was for him to govern your actions. How easily you gave into him. You wanted to be his good girl.

● He pushed the waistband aside and licked circles across your hips, nosing at your thighs and hovering over your wetness, breathing it in. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. You felt every layer of your skin start to heat up. It was no wonder, though. You felt like you were going to combust under his touch.

● You're almost whimpering and all this asshole has done is gag you, and cup your pussy. Once.

● He grabbed both sides of where the zipper was sewn into his pants and ripped them from your body. He pulled them down to your ankles and he slammed his face into your cunt. "Oh!!" You cried out. His mouth kissed around your rosy folds as his finger explored the edges of your hole. He turned his wrist and slid his finger into your warm, sticky walls. Rubbing your clit with his palm and his fingertip inside making the "come here" motion until you started to shift around him. How were you this wet already, you thought. "I feel you tightening up at my finger. So desperate for some part of me to fuck into you. You don't care if it's my hand."

● "Yes. Go‐ God. Fuck me with your hand, Gojo." He tutted at how cheaply you retailed yourself for his touch. "You don't care if it's myyy ...." He positioned his lips to encircle your clit as he still teased his finger just outside of you. "MMMMM" he lifted his face from you to finish saying the word. "My mmmouth."

● Your legs instinctually tried to slam closed at the sudden hard vibrations of his words on this sensitive bundle of nerves. But Gojo wouldn't allow it. For months, your fuck me energy flowed to him. He knew what you wanted. He knew when your hormones were heightened. When your body was at its apex of arousal. When you fucked yourself on your lunch break and came back to work to show him how you repaired his clothes with the same hand that, possibly moments before, was frantically rubbing at your cunt. He liked it. He craved it.

● Gojo dragged his open mouth over your abdomen to your chest and took your breasts, sucking and tonguing your nipple. Switching from one to the other when he was satisfied with the marks he'd left on your soft skin.

● He let his arms rest on either side of your legs and rubbed the fullest part of your thighs. It would look rough to any outsider, what he was doing. But there was more pressure than hurt in his approach.

● Your eyes went straight back into your skull. His touch felt better than you could ever fathom. "You have goosebumps." He said, so quietly. For a moment, you forgot where you were. "My fucking god." You whispered shakily as your body twitched. Your hips raise off of the couch without realizing it.

● He shifted down so his face was flush with your drenched cunt and he sunk his hands between your ass and the couch. Pulling you to the edge so he had complete access to you. "Mmhm. Just like I imagined it'd be. So fucking hot, sweetheart."

● His ripped his pants the rest of the way from your ankles and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He sunk two fingers into you. He said in a hushed tone. "Oh, jackpot, baby." Gojo slipped them in and out of you until he felt you begin to clench around him. Your hips rocked down to make up for the distance there was between you and his long fingers. You were doing everything to try and get him to increase the friction and depth. Making just slightly audible noises. Your wine buzz an afterthought by now. You were drunk on him. But you had a feeling you were still going to get loud.

● He was too careful not to administer any direct contact with the most needy part of you. "Gojo please! Pleasepleaseplease. You gotta do something. Anything!"

● "You think you deserve that? Now?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated as he continued to delay your gratification.

● He paused, feigning consideration thoughtfully, and he stood to remove the last of his remaining clothes. You sunk back, hoping your frustration wouldn't backpedal what little progress you've made with him.

● He sat next to you and reached over, filling his hands with the collar of his shirt. "Up." He shifted you from the sunken in space and sat you on top of him. He tore the shirt down from your shoulders and wrapped it around your waist.

● "Ooh!" You said in surprise. He moved so quickly now, comparatively. You began to roll your hips. The noises escaping from between your bodies were delicious. Spurring you on. You were so wet now. It was mixing with his own juices. It was so easy to let him make you feel good.

● His thick cock fit perfectly between your folds. You were stuck somewhere between heaven and hell. There was no way you could loosen his grip on you to raise yourself up somehow and bury him inside of you.

● You picked up your movements on him, essentially, giving him a hand-job with your pussy. "Ahh sweetheart. Careful ..." It was working. You only needed to move up his body a little more and "OH fffuh!" You got him to slide right into you.

● "Fffuck." He was inside of you and he seemed caught off guard as you tucked him away. You leaned away from him, arching your back and putting your hands behind you on his knees and you bounced so hard on him your tits slapped against your skin.

● "Swee– sweethar-tuh. Oh, God." Gojo snaked his arms around your waist to hold you while he slammed back into you with equal force."

● You pressed your chest into his face. He bit at your jumping flesh and lavished you with his tongue to ease the sharpness of his teeth against you.

● "Ok, ok, doll. That's e‐, that's, fuck ..." You leaned fully over him and grabbed the back of the couch to support your efforts. "You, you wan'ta keep driving us both crazy and go down on me all night?" He considered it but switched places with you instead.

● He spun you over so you were on your back against the seat. "No." He admitted, his cock sliding into you at such a fast pace your head was slamming into the armrest. "No, I'm going to fuck you now."

● He focused as he went balls deep into you, watching closely to see how you swallowed him up with every thrust.

● "Such, ah, such a sweet pussy, sweet-hah-heart." You had been driven half mad by him. And finally, finally, you were where you'd imagined being for so long; under him. Tangled around him.

● Your insides were on fire as he drove into your covetous cunt. You felt that familiar tension building, like you had so many times before when Gojo was just a figment of your imagination. His weight on you was marvelous. It erased the emptiness you'd feel when you would open your eyes to see he wasn't there. No matter how hard you worked to convince yourself it was real. That he was real.

● "Y‐ya feel s'fuckin' good, Gojo. Fuck ..." He leaned over to kiss your contorted mouth. You were going to cum. Your insides tightened up all at once and you wrapped your body around him.

● "Fffuck Gojo! Oh my god – ah!" He watched you come apart like you were a long-lost friend. Your body undulating beneath him was so pretty to him. You were a mess. A hot mess and he was here for it.

● He felt your legs slacken as you rode out the euphoric high. The most miniscule drops of saliva hanging onto the corners of your lips.

● You felt like a little doll beneath him now. Laying there almost innocently. Tears running down either side of your face. Sweat at your relaxed brow. So cute, he thought.

● His pace quickened and your eyes opened wide as he felt his impending release tear at his willpower. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'm g'na cum. Where do you want – tchh, ah – where should I – aw, fuck."

● He was too slow. He came a white shower inside of your warmth. "I," he wiped his brow. "Well, I'm sure you know." He laughed and kissed you.

"Gojo, I want to ask you something."

"Ok, what?"

"Did you really come over here in the middle of the rainy night to ask me to fix your pants?"

"I, uh, no. I fucking hate those pants. I just wanted to wear you.

[ivomartins]

I was so excited to play both SoCN and HS2. I was doing the math with my cups like "ok both had cliffhangers. So SCN has two episodes, I can play this and wait for the cup to fill and then play HS2. Lets fucking goooo". I happily play: my queen Evthys goes through shit, awesome; plot moves forward, awesome; I see my boy Amen, awesome. Now we are ready for baby Hunger aaaand... I'm reading a remake.

It was a deja vu, my ex husband Lucifer already did this shit. Also, the whole bit with the president was so fucking stupid, I'm sorry, I really hated that. But finally, Hunger is here, my boy, my beau-... Aaaaaand it's over.

At least Llith was there, such a fascinating character. And this idea that the MC might be dying... Delicious, my compliments to the chef, I just hope the author does justice to this very interesting plot point and doesn't rush it like she did with previous stories... Hahahahaha... FUCK.

The rest is just disappointing. I thought season 2 was pretty good and I was so excited. Then I saw there are only 9 episodes this season. And the author already rushed the finales of HS and Arcanum. So... Yeah. Good shit. At least let us take Hunger's virginity next update, like, come on. I'm starving.

this is why i hate math BECAUSE LOOK HOW IT FAILED YOU HERE HELSHDKSK

before i reply to your (chefs kiss) commentary i just gotta say i love how we have the same taste and we both went for lucifer then hunger and are also into amen (even tho i think i'll go for livius as endgame ngl) 😌 i love this for us

but yeah the plot line about vicky dying (plus whatever hunger will have in store for her now) is the only thing keeping me invested because that's the only thing that's actually interesting lol everything else feels like necessary but lowkey fillery padding like oh what makes sense next? the president thing let's go with it when it's like. i think she should have just gone with what she found fun to write not necessarily what makes sense to happen next because that's the only reasonable explanation for how dry and half-baked the writing was which is far from what i usually expect from alice

no matter how she swung it things would have still been unrealistic because really? you think just chatting with presidents and showing off your wings and power will magically stop all wars and make the world meet the mother's expectations? girl be fr she would have been better off giving us an op ass battle where most people die and the mother proves that she really is the universe

i could swear that alice always has this trend where she loses muse in the final run of any project and that's what leads to things being rushed and half baked and i love her writing and support her anyway but :/ it's Extra obvious in hs2

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

I'm rereading the Meet Death Sitting series by @bomberqueen17 because I never read the side stories and, let me tell you, it is surreal remembering that a lot of these were written during the early days of the 2020 part of the COVID pandemic. It took me back. I was so scared during those days, and angry.

When the lockdown went into effect (and Nevada was one of the first ones to implement it), my sister was in prison for a nonviolent, first-time offense: embezzling from a multi-billion dollar international gaming company. So... Unjustifiably, imo. I think theft crimes should be weighted by who you stole from and how much it effected them. And frankly, they weren't paying her enough to survive on, and she supervised TWO sports books.

She got sentenced in January and for some reason couldn't appeal, and then lockdown happened in March.

They were doing NOTHING for the prisoners.

She was in the Las Vegas prison doing hard labor in 125°+ weather and they weren't even providing a decent amount of calories to eat each day, let alone masks and hand sanitizer. She lost 100 lbs in prison, in a deeply unhealthy way.

A woman with a mental instability smuggled in a razor blade that she would hold in her cheek, next to her teeth, and when Ashley reported it, they did nothing. Ashley got transferred to a different bloc at some point because she was going to be doing food service work (she has a culinary education), but someone did get hurt by that woman. No consequences came for any of the COs (correction officers) or the warden.

Oh, and then they yanked Ash out of food prep and into heavy labor. Not sure why, because we got her records and there's no citations or anything on there. They just did it. I'm PERSONALLY assuming it's because I was calling daily demanding to talk to the warden or the supervisor on duty to demand better treatment. FFS, they were feeding them grade B, not fit for human consumption food. I was calling everyone I could think of and generally making a nuisance of myself, during a global pandemic, and while advocating for Ashley I also began advocating for her fellow prisoners. I wrote to the governor. I wrote to the Nevada Department of Corrections. I spent 8 hours a day harassing state officials (and politely talking to state workers who don't get paid enough for this shit), and I'm pretty sure her getting hard labor was punishment for her daring to have someone on the outside willing to make life a living hell for themselves and others for her.

We all nearly bankrupted ourselves keeping money on her books so she could buy extra food and special soap because she has a skin condition and they just give you harsh lye soap (no shampoo, no conditioner) at the Florence McClure Women's Correctional Center. She has an IUD that stops her periods so luckily she didn't need tampons the whole time she was there, because they ration them and if you need more, you'd better have some money to buy shitty dollar store ones at Target prices! (IIRC Ashley took her allotment and shared them around.)

We illegalized private prisons in Nevada a few years back but they acted like they still were one. You had to work or you couldn't apply for parole. They sold dollar store products at a massive markup. They didn't give her medical care for all but the last month or two she was there, and that meant she didn't have her ANTIDEPRESSANTS for most of the time. She was suicidal and depressed and anxious and most of all, she missed her daughter - my niece, who got displaced to live with my sister's ex-husband, who is an alcoholic, abusive bastard who supports Trump and used to make Ashley set an alarm on her phone so he'd remember when to beat her. That's who my niece had to go live with. He was mostly sober by then, but she was clearly miserable and every time she came to stay with Mom for visitation, she didn't want to go back.

Ashley spent 10 months in there before getting parole in mid October of 2020 - for a first-time embezzling offense that was the equivalent of stealing $5 or $10 from someone in the middle class. (Also adding, the Gaming Board DID NOT ASK for imprisonment, they wanted her on probation so she could get a job and do restitution. The guy who talked her into it? The abuser who found a domestic violence victim and manipulated her? He got probation, and it was his fourth gaming offense.)

The entire time, I was organizing book drives and fundraisers and harassing state officials to do something - some of you remember this, because some of you helped by sending her books and money, and I still cannot thank you enough. To this day, I go to bed every night thankful for you all.

But I was spending my daylight hours, and a lot of my nighttime hours, trying to fight for her. Her voice wasn't being heard so I would damn well amplify it.

A lot of the women there shouldn't have been. Nonviolent drug offenses that clearly needed psychiatric care and not imprisonment. A woman who killed her husband in self defense, caught on tape, but still imprisoned. Another woman who's boyfriend was dealing meth and she got the guilt by association thing - never came up dirty, complied in every way, and they threw the book at her. Prison should be for 1st and 2nd degree murderers, rapists, violent abusers, torturers, organized criminals, people who molest and groom children. Not these women. It was heartbreaking. I knew it was bad, but now I had secondhand experience and I would never wish that on anyone but the most heinous of human beings.

I had nightmares almost every night that Ashley would catch COVID and die, or that she'd figure out a way to kill herself. I didn't wake Raven (my partner, for those who may have forgotten) when I had them. I just read a little bit of fic, and then cried myself back to sleep.

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I don't know that I ever thanked @bomberqueen17. She's been through a lot the last few years (including something I can empathize with - a parent death. I miss my dad terribly. It's been 7 and a half years and I still feel his loss). But... I never thanked her for getting me through 2020 in mostly one piece.

It was her fics that I read when I woke up after a nightmare. It was her fics that I read in the mornings as I woke up, drank coffee or an energy drink, and got my day started to begin campaigning against Nevada's DOC. It was her fics that calmed me down in between calls and it was her fics I read to keep from crying when my sister called me. I'd read excerpts to her (she hadn't seen the Witcher yet but she still laughed at the right spots) and I'd try to keep her cheered up by telling her about fandom stuff.

Like yes, I read other fics and authors. But it was her fics that made a difference and, I think, are the reason Ashley and I were fortified enough to fight for her rights.

So.... A very belated thank you, @bomberqueen17. I don't know that I could have survived that, in addition to everything else 2020 threw at us, without your writing.

Also thank you for this very succinct explanation of why significant age gaps can sometimes present a problem, in a way that isn't denigrating to those with youth. I've been trying to explain it to my 23-year-old for years, and others, but now I will just use this.

You're the best. I can't wait to read the rest of the series.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

"Can you imagine? In all my time here, those two have been together only for that man to run off with the first piece of arm candy that shows up at his door. Completely naked. I always knew Mr. Fell was an odd fellow, but the nerve to leave his husband like that." Ms. Cheng said as she blew on her cup of coffee. Her and the rest of the store owners were gathered around a table by the front window of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, everyone eyeing the small bookshop just across the street. "You'd think thirty years of marriage would mean something to him."

"Trust me, luv. Marriage doesn't mean shit when someone younger comes along. I've seen it too many times when a man falls for one of my girls and then suddenly divorces his wife for a chance with 'em." Mrs. Sandwich replied with a roll of her eyes. "Never works out. I bet you twenty pounds he'll be back in less than a year, begging for forgiveness."

"I doubt he'll get any of that." Justine added as she took a bite of the tea cake she ordered. "Poor man barely leaves the shop anymore. It's been four months now, and every time I go to check on him, the new girl he hired tells me to piss off."

"Yeah, she's a bit of an odd one, too." Mr. Arnold added. "Come to think of it, has anyone bought something from there since she took over?"

"Truth be told, I don't recall anyone buying something from Mr. Fell, either." One of the other shop keepers gathered around the table chimed in. "It's a wonder that place has stayed in business for this long. "

"He's probably rich. It's his name on the sign anyway. Mr. Crowley is probably flandering without hus husband's help. I think we should do something to help him." Mrs. Sandwich added. "Take up a collection for him, maybe?"

"Or we could-"

"I'm sorry, but we've strayed from the topic of this meeting." Mr. Brown cut off Justine, who sent a glare his way. "Need I remind you that this is a meeting for us to vote on the topic of acceptable shop window ornaments-"

"Shut up, Ian. We're talking about something actually important now." Justine snapped, and the man quickly backed down. "Besides. I've got an idea."

"Oh? Do tell. I'm all ears." Mrs. Sandwich said as she leaned over the table

"So his husband ran off with another man, right? Well, how about we set him up with somebody? Who knows, maybe it'll snap him out of his depression funk. Get him to wear something besides that yellow bathrobe he's been wearing for the last week."

"That's a great idea!" Ms. Cheng agreed. "But how are we going to convince him to do this?"

"Leave that to me." Mrs. Sandwich replied with a grin. "I know someone who'd be more than happy to help us out...."

Really love Ineffable Divorce from the perspective of the other shopkeepers... to them, one day, some gorgeous guy showed up naked on Mr. Fell's doorstep and a couple of days later, Mr. Fell had disappeared and so had the naked guy... so the whole neighborhood thinks Aziraphale ran off with Gabriel and that's why the bookshop is now being operated by this odd little person hired by its sad and distracted owner-- Mr. Fell's abandoned ginger goth husband with the gorgeous old car. Nothing has been this juicy on the street in decades...

[rexhya]

do androids dream of electric sheep ˚ପ⊹⭐️ 1/5 stars

I wanna preface by saying that this 'reveiw' is simply an opinion and its most definitely just for fun, I like talking about things I like talking about—and this—is one of them, thats all.

contains spoilers !

reading time length: 1 day

⭐ Things Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep Did Well

Concepts

The whole Idea of the book is really interesting, androids and humans and possibly a 3rd secret one, but also...

⭐ Things Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep Did Not So Well

Blatant Sexism

Reading this book I really was wondering to myself, what in the fuck am I reading?

-> “Amanda Werner and several other beautiful, elegant, conically breasted foreign ladies, from unspecified vaguely defined countries…”

and also

-> “She strolled toward him, her bare upper body sleek and trim, without an excess gram of fat.”

oh and don't forget

-> “pleased acknowledgment of husband’s superior wisdom in all matters” ( this is when the main character's wife is upset and so he dial's a mood for her )

That's not all though, there is another interaction when Isdore and Pris where Isdore is declined the offer to cook for her because he still thinks she might change her mind if he buys fancy ingredients from the store as, "ultimately, all women like to cook - it’s an instinct!" Jesus Christ. And not to mention the huge plot twist where Rick figures out he had empathy towards only female andriods then is given advice he should sleep and then kill all of them, like holy shit could it get any worse ( yes, yes it could ).

When Rick proceeds to have sex with Rachel Rosen and she's described as childlike but decides to sleep with her anyway.

Like what the fuck? I really could go on and on about how horrible the depictions of women in the book are but I'm pretty sure i've made my point here. Phillip please, let's put down the pen and maybe pick up a brain, this seriously CANNOT be real.

2. The Writing Style and Plot

It's really quite horrible, it doesn't flow at all and it makes you feel like every unbearable sentence you read is somehow still unfinished, not to mention every event, sequence and "plot twist" is so dull and flat it's hard to believe people call this a "classic that revolutionized literature", It's unbelievably bad and if 0 stars was a rating on good reads, It would have been that.

⭐ Overall ;; safe to say I won't be picking up any more Phillip Dick Books, that's for sure. Nor will I be watching Blade Runner.

[tae-ffxiv]

Prompt #17: Sally

Dayir stares at the bucket of black water. A sharp scent rises from it, and he wrinkles his nose.

"What is that?"

Amba looks over at him, "Dye. I was about to fix my hair. Most of the black's gone from the ends."

Dayir stares at the vat of dye. "That… is fabric dye, is it not."

"Yes?"

"Amba… you know there's dye that's made for hair, right?"

Silence.

"Amba… have you been using fabric dye on your hair since you were twelve?"

More silence. Amba's shift almost imperceptibly to one side. "No."

Dayir raises a brow. "Is that a lie?"

Amba looks away from him. "Yes."

"Holy shit…" Dayir raises a hand to his forehead. Then his brow furrows and he stares down Amba's hair, "Wait a second…" he reaches out to lift a strand, perfectly smooth. "How the hell is your hair still perfect?"

Silence as Amba stares not at him, but the space to the side of his head.

"Amba… have… have you been using magic to keep your hair smooth this entire time?"

"No." Is his immediate answer. Then, "Yes." Dayir doesn't even have to prompt him this time.

"Amba…"

Amba's long since decided to simply not look Dayir in the eye. He moves slightly toward the door. "I suppose I should go… find some. Then."

"Oh! Pick some up for me, too. Maybeeee… orange?"

Amba freezes in his tracks and swings around to look at Dayir, mouth dropped open and pulled down at the corners, brows pinched together in concern. The closest he's ever seen to abject horror on his husband's face.

"Oh, wow. Never seen that expression before." Dayir comments. He'd seen Amba respond more calmly to many-legged insects in his bed than this. "Don't like orange."

"You… want to dye your hair?"

"Could try pink… or… also blue…" Dayir muses.

An uncomfortable groan escapes Amba's throat.

"… Prefer I didn't?" Dayir asks.

"I… Never realized I had an opinion on your appearance…." The words come out in a mumble, like he doesn't care to admit it.

"Well, forget it, then." Dayir waves a hand dismissively.

"I won't stop you." Amba says as he heads out the door.

--

He returns some time later, and pulls a few glass bottles from his bag. He walks over and offers one to Dayir.

Dayir looks up from the book he's reading. "What's this?"

"Dye."

"Oh! Right! Uh… I was messing with you, actually. Thought you'd figure that out by the time you found the store…"

Amba just blinks at him and holds his stare for a few solid second. Then he rolls his head toward the ceiling, his posture loosening in relief. "Thank Nhaama." He mutters.

Dayir can't help but laugh.

"Oh, how about you see how you look with orange."

Amba's expression immediately flattens again. "No."

"Ah, too bad." Dayir turns his attention back to his book, when a thought occurs to him. "Oh, you know what we could do with it, actually?"

"… What?" there's a skeptical tone to Amba's voice.

"Dye Khai's hair in his sleep and see if he notices it's a slightly different shade when he wakes up. Then tell him he's hallucinating if he does notice." Dayir gives a satisfied nod at his own idea.

"… How would we dye his hair in his sleep?"

"I don't know. I'm the ideas guys. Execution is your job."

Amba sighs, a slight smile on his face as he shakes his head and treks off toward the bathroom with the (black) dye.

[420sadnoodles]

Throw back to like a month ago when I was at this NYE party that consisted of me, my friend (host of the party/TS ) my other friend, (baked as shit on the other end of the couch) and hosts boyfriend. It was past midnight and the host looked at her boyfriend like "I wanna play the fortnight rythm gameeeee" and they do. Now take in mind that I am 1. Gently baked as well. Not as much as friend but like. Decently baked. Picture a jello cake on the windowsill of a 1960s housewife who's plotting to kill her husband. Not like. Gone but fairly baked. 2. I have never played fortnight, nor any rhythm game, nor have I ever held a Nintendo switch. So I watch them play because I don't want to. I'm studying this like a chemistry final. For those who don't know, the fortnight rhythm game is like guitar hero but on your switch. Really weird. Anyway the Boyfriend is like. Insanely good at it. I'm watching him CRUSH the host and me and my other friend watch in amazement. He's also a little baked so good for him. Anyway the host turns to me and is like "you wanna playyyy" and I'm like not really. So I'm playing and losing because I've never held a fucking switch in my life. 4 or 5 games of me getting owned because I'm high and stupid and don't know what I'm doing.

And then it happens.

The host turns to the Boyfriend and says "you should play against Gabeee "

And I'm like oh shit okay. I'm about to get owned.

They pass the controller to me. Boyfriend starts up the song. Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO.

Through a haze of weed and dollar store ice cream and pure spite. I see it. The song is playing. I am hitting every single fucking note.

I do it. I win. And not only do I win, I fucking destroy the man. 20k - 2k win type shit.

I watch as his ego deflates in real time. He is destroyed by WeedMc Dumbass on his couch. In his own home. The host fucking left and my other friend cheered me own. I met god and died. I have done it. I have beaten master Fortnight Rhythm Game. I passed out 20 minutes after that.

[thedamselinthismess]

February 2, 2024

What makes the soul hurt? I think that this is the question that a lot of people have wondered about for a very long time. How long? Who knows? I can't tell you what makes everyone's soul hurt, but I can tell you what makes mine hurt. It's a lot of things. Grief, agony, being miserable, being treated bad by the one person who promised to love you, or just life. Mine is all of these. Today has been better than the last two for certain. However, it did have its moments. Or I had mine rather. I had another talk with the husband about things that were happening and how he thought we should deal with them. I guess I should have expected his reply and the way he acted because just like all the other times, he showed me that he didn't care, and he wanted things to go his way or no way at all. How do you deal with someone who is all about what they want and fuck the rest? Oh, I know. You simply don't. After about 30 minutes of trying to explain that I only wanted stability and not his money, I was told that he didn't trust me. To that, I responded, "If you can't trust anyone, then maybe you should be alone". This was only for him to follow me into the store and pretend that everything was okay to tell me the 'deal' when we got back out to the car. I have to admit, I have never been so miserable in my entire life as I am in this relationship. I guess it's my fault for doing things in the beginning to make him like me. It turned into me being his mother and maid. We've talked about this before, but at least I'm consistent. I don't know what to do anymore. I guess, just like with anything else we've accomplished, I have to move first just to get him to. My soul is more than hurt. It's tired. I just want to be okay, and I push through every single day carrying other people's shit with me and somehow, I still make it through. I don't know how, but I do. Maybe one day I can put down all of the hurt and sadness and misery and be happy again.

[ninebluehearts]

Hannah my bad b- I ment the moon knight boiss. Slipped my mind that you don't do anything about Oscar Isaac. Okay so Marc taking his shirt off and reader walks in and goes feral. I'm talking Reader is a blushing mess and just want to admir her man, but Marc is teasing her. Ye thank you. *mic drop*

Haha, it's all good!! I was lowkey gonna write it anyways because this is such a good ask, but I'll happily do it for my baby Marc 🥺💕

The air-conditioning just had to break during the hottest day of the year. The landlord told you and Marc that he didn't know when they would be able to fix it, but that they were working on it as he spoke.

Marc went out and bought a fan, but it just wasn't enough. He was trying to look over an ancient map of Luxor, Egypt for a mission, but all he could think about was the giant heat waves that would wash over him every 20 seconds. He couldn't stand it. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and ripped it off, tossing it in the general direction of the bedroom.

Sadly, this made little to no change of his body's temperature. So, he tried his best to just ignore it and focus on his mission.

You came home from the store with bags of ice, ice cream, popsicles; anything that would cool you and Marc off for even a minute. But when you walked into the flat and saw your husband towering over the table, shirtless and dripping sweat, you dropped the grocery bags and your jaw.

Marc jumped at the loud noise of the crashing groceries, quickly turning around to see what happened. "Y/n? What's wrong?"

"Oh! Shit, um, nothing." You mumbled, dropping to your knees to pick up the frozen foods. You tried your best to keep your eyes on the floor, not wanting Marc to see the way your face was tingling from how red it was. Once you gathered everything up, you rushed over to the kitchen to put the food away, avoiding eye contact with Marc as you rushed by.

You set the bags on the counter and took a deep, calming breath. This was stupid. You've been seeing each other for what? Two years now? You've seen him naked a million times before. Seeing him shirtless should not have this effect on you anymore. But when you turned around, you were met by Marc, who was standing directly behind you with his arms crossed, his brows knitted in concern.

"Marc-" You gasped, your eyes growing wide as your cheeks burned an impossibly darker shade of crimson.

"Are you okay?" Marc asked, reaching over to press the back of his hand to your forehead. "I know it's hot in here, but you look like you're about to pass out or something. I haven't seen you this red since-" And then it hit him. You could tell he knew by the way his lips turned up into a shit eating grin. "Oh." He whispered, reaching out to grab your hips, pressing you against himself. "You wanna tell me what's got you all worked up, baby?"

You shook your head, your eyes desperately glancing around the room to focus on something else. Anything else. But Marc gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, making you look at him.

"Oh, come on, baby. Tell me what's got you blushing like this." He dipped his head down to your neck and nipped at the soft skin, gently tracing the irritated spot with the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck, Marc," You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"If you're not gonna tell me.." Marc unwrapped your arms and took a step back, his grin growing wider when your eyes continuously glanced down to his torso and then back to his eyes. He turned around and walked back into the living room, leaving you to wrap your had around what the hell just happened.

"Marc Spector!" You yelled, running after him. You refused to let him tease you like that. And Marc knew that he would have to finish what he started. You both hated the heat, but hey, it had it's benefits.

[merlinssassybeard]

Hi!

I really love your works! You are such an amazing writer hehe

Are your requests open? If it is, can I request Gojo domming his submissive trophy wife?

It’s okay if you can’t!

Have a nice day and take care of yourself.

Hiii I'm glad you liked my work!. ily anon you made my day💕 And yes, requests are ALWAYS open!!!

I'm sincerely sorry anon i don't think i could write smut, I've realised that I'm really bad at smut so i chose to stick to what i think I'm good at(?)i.e, Angst.

Anon 👉👈 i hope you like this👉👈 im really a bad writer im sworyy

Important note:- all my ex Gojos are totally unrelated to each other. Just random scenarios, UNLESS MENTIONED

This is a total random thing that was going in my mind after watching the jjk0 movie

Tags:- angst

Series masterlist // Main masterlist

Ex husband Gojo

Suguru

The day was good and the sun was up after a week of dark clouds. You had a day off so you thought of going out shopping with your almost one year old baby.

"ah! You like this, honey? But its black! How about a pink honey? Or yellow? Green would do too you know!" You were cooing to your daughter when you asked her which dress you should take for her, to which she randomly pointed to a goth black frock. The staff just stared at you out of awkwardness.

You ended up by buying two green, one blue and two red dresses for your daughter along with butterfly wings for kids and a crown because it would be her birthday soon as well. Whereas, you bought a crystal slip dress to attend Christmas party in a club with your new boyfriend.

As you were walking on the pavement, with your daughter in one arm and bags in the other, you happened to pass through a Chanel store, of who's dress caught your eye. You quickly stopped on your path and looked at the price tag and quickly opened your phone to check your current bank balance, "well, fuck i guess. Oh shit! Eeek! I shouldn't say these words i front of you honey! Mama is sorry!".

Satoru had spoiled you so much that you remember your days when you'd just march in a Gucci store and buy not one but four to five dresses along with handbags and shoes and whatnot. Although, now your balance wasn't enough to afford a Chanel dress as well as all the expenses including rent, so you ended up dropping the idea. "Guess i should've taken the money don't you think honey? Maybe i should've....", refering to the divorce settlement money that Gojo had offered which you gracefully rejected due to your pride of being one of the four rare special grades, and especially a woman special grade.

Just as you started walking you felt a sudden jolt in your body of a high cursed energy around you. 'Satoru? No! Isn't he at the schoo- Is this- No way!' you thought to yourself as you tried stay composed to the figure behind as your daughter started giggling.

"wow! She seems to pick pretty quick huh. Never thought Satoru would have kids!" The figure behind you spoke in amazement, "I'm still angry though you know, that you didn't invite me on your wedding! YN senpai~"

"well if it isn't Suguru Geto. Satoru and you are both same afterall! Always love to surprise people huh." You replied, still wondering as to why is HE here and why YOU of all people.

"how about we go to a cafe, Suguru? You surely wouldn't turn down a coffee with your senpai now?" You suggested as you continued walking while Suguru joined you to your right, "of course not yn senpai"

You both now sat at a local cafe, with the window side. You ordered a tea while Geto chose to pass.

"..and just why are you here? You know I'm long outta the Jujutsu Society, so NO i don't have any secret information if that's what you're looking for" you grumbled annoyed as you took a sip of your tea.

"..ah! I noticed you're not wearing your ring, is it normal? Are you and Satoru fighting?" The long haired man seated across you asked.

"no, we're not fighting. He divorced me" you replied with a deadpan face. The reaction of the man seated opposite you made you more annoyed as he started laughing, "well that was expected of Satoru!" He continued, "i was also curious senpai! How did his family agreed to have him married to an older woman?"

"Suguru, I'm only a year older so stop beating around the bush." You rubbed your forehead, "Spit it out already. What're you here for?"

Suguru squinted his eyes and looked at you and then gave a smile. "I trust you Yn san that is why I'm going to tell you about this." he took a breath before speaking again, "I'm organizing a party soon. I'm looking for more people to invite. I need someone like you, your technique is incredible." Your brows furrowed as you tried to contemplate the word party before he finished, "Would you like to join?"

Oh no. OH NO! Is he onto something? But why? No! More like Why YOU?

You took a deep breath and placed your chin on your palm, "you know who you're talking to, right?" With your free hand you toyed with the pepper on the table, "I could rat out on you. I might tell Satoru. Do you really trust me that much?"

"I know you wouldn't. Afterall we share the same hate towards the monkeys. Isn't thats why you left the Jujutsu world before brutally murdering a group of those filthy monkeys? Do you still regret it senpai?" Suguru replied with a grin creeping up his face.

You looked at him with eyes slight wider than before then squinting, "that wasn't the reason i left Suguru. It was more of a.... Lets say health issue..? And no, i never regret my actions."

"come to the point will you Suguru? I'm tired" you were clearly annoyed by his talks. Suguru noticed your annoyance, "alright then, i guess i should stop playing around as well." He crossed his hands and spoke, "i want you to join me yn. Come with me and we'll change the world once and for all." His words gave you chills, "don't you want to create a safe place for your daughter? Think about her. What if one day something happens to her while exorcising a curse that came from a monkey! What will you do?"

You glanced at him before leaning back on the seat and then nodding your head slightly, "you know Suguru, you shouldn't really try so hard. I reject your invitation." You scratched your head, "can't afford to be a curse user you know, now that I have a kid... And besides, Satoru would kill me!" You chuckled. "But.... i might've joined you, you know. Only if this little dumpling wouldn't have been here, i might have..."

Suguru looked at you with disappointment in his eyes, "hmmm..... I understand. Its alright. I will be waiting for you, in case your mind changes."

You simply hummed along as you placed the money and tip with the bill and picked up your daughter in your arms. You stood up to leave before you heard Suguru mumble, for the last time, ever.

"i will wait for you yn san. When you'll come to me, i shall disclose my plan further..."

You murmured back, audible enough for the man to hear, "i won't tell Satoru. But i know he would've been very disappointed in you Suguru..."

"did you knew? YN?", "Did you knew about this? About Suguru?"

You could sense the rage in his voice. No. Its not rage. Its pain, its disappointment. No. Its both.

"i......i.... I did but i didn't knew it would be this serious. I'm sorry, Toru. I'm sorry"

"do you know what you have done YN? What am i supposed to do now that you're a curse user!?"

To be continued~

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