#playing as both the opening song and over the ending credits.....MAN...

[ronanlynchbf]

[sarahroutldge]

i love you, i'm sorry.

a/n: requested based on a prompt list - the dialogue prompt is in bold! gif not mine, all credits to the creator (also the title has nothing to do with the song, it was just stuck in my head lol)

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: you and jj maybank drunkenly hooked up a few nights ago, and neither of you know how to deal with that. (routledge!reader)

word count: 3k

warnings: fluff/humor, angst w/ a happy ending, implied sexual content, drinking, semi-proofread, I think that's it

John Booker Routledge never thought he’d actually have to tell his best friend JJ Maybank that his little sister was off limits. Not once did it ever occur to him that JJ would ever think of you in a different way; he hardly liked to consider the idea that you dated anyone in the first place, let alone that you’d express any interest in the man he knew inside-and-out.

But things change and people get older. After you and the rest of the Pogues found El Dorado and began construction on Poguelandia, JJ started to see you differently. Sure, he always found you attractive, but JJ also found every woman he encountered attractive, so he never thought much of it. 

And you certainly didn’t ever think of JJ in that way either. At heart, you were a relationship girl; and while the fact that you were single was proof enough that no relationship of yours had worked out in the past, one of your greatest strengths was that you knew what you wanted. You didn’t seek out something casual because you knew you’d be left unfulfilled. You wanted something all-consuming and destined for marriage. Seeing your older brother grow and mature in his relationship with Sarah Cameron only clarified that further. In your mind, if the second-most relationship-allergic person you knew (after JJ of course) was able to dive headfirst into marriage with a girl so remarkably different from himself, then you decided you wouldn’t settle for any less.

Feelings, however, have a funny way of messing with plans and expectations. While JJ had essentially lived with you and your brother for years, building Poguelandia only pushed the two of you even further together. And watching someone so unpredictable and chaotic as JJ tame himself for the sake of his friends and his future stirred something in you that you hadn’t been expecting at all.

Over the months, your interactions with JJ changed, little by little, and for a while neither of you noticed. It just grew natural for JJ to fix something in the bait shop that you were fussing over, or for you to bring JJ a sandwich or a snack while he worked. You found little ways to make the other’s day brighter, even if subconsciously you never even considered why you were doing these little favors in the first place.

What actually brought the two of you together wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, however. One night, after a long day of work on the house, the Pogues found themselves hanging out above the bait shop, buzzed off of beers, seltzers, and a few joints made of flower grown right from Kiara’s secret spot in the garden. And while the rest of the Pogues eventually found their ways inside and to sleep, JJ and you probably drank a bit too much. One thing led to another, and that was the first night you hooked up. It was slow, passionate, and clumsy, and while the both of you would later blame it on the alcohol and the weed, deep inside you were both fully aware that it was simply the end result of months of pining.

And that’s how you found yourself waking up on the hammock above the bait shop in only one of JJ’s t-shirts and a pair of underwear. The combination of the blinding North Carolina sunrise along with John B.’s extremely loud footsteps on the floor below practically forced your eyes open. While you play the night before over in your head, trying to piece it all together, you’re scrambling to get the rest of your clothes on.

Running downstairs with your shoes untied, you let out a huge “oof” as you collide with your brother, almost sending the two of you to the ground. 

“Good morning to you, too, sis,” John B. says, his eyes expressing his confusion at the fact that you obviously slept upstairs last night.

“Oh, um, sorry, JB, I guess I just drank too much last night and crashed on the hammock,” you practically vomit out.

“Riiiiight,” John B. responds, clearly not convinced but nonetheless wholly uninterested in this situation in the first place. “Just, uh, go shower. You stink.”

Assuming John B.’s comment is a joke, you let out a laugh that immediately sounds forced. “Yeah, uh, that’s what I planned on.”

John B. shoots you a thumbs-up before making his way behind the counter, clearly prepping to open the bait shop for customers. Deciding to avoid any more awkwardness between the two of you, you begin to make your way back to the house. However, your brain can’t help but consider the possibility that only more awkwardness awaits you back in the house, which you’re really not ready to process. You spin around to face John B. at the entrance to the bait shop. “Hey, uh, is JJ up?”

John B. doesn’t even look up from whatever he’s doing at the counter, clearly focused on something else. “Yeah, he took his bike to the grocery store about ten minutes ago, I think.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, and then turn back around to make your way into the house. Occupied with trying to wrack your brain about what exactly happened last night, you again stumble into someone else as you walk through the kitchen.

“Ow,” Sarah squeaks. 

You immediately apologize, looking her in the eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just, uh, didn’t sleep well last night,” you explain, hoping she’ll move out of the way so you can make your way to your bedroom upstairs.

But Sarah, unfortunately, has the attention to detail that your brother lacks. Looking you in the eyes, her brows furrow. “Did you sleep outside last night?”

You scratch your head. “Uh, yeah. Just, uh, crashed after all those drinks, you know?”

One thing that Sarah does share with your brother, however, is her unwillingness to let things go. Clearly noticing that something is on your mind, her eyes stare into yours, as if she thinks that she can figure out everything about you based on your facial expressions alone. And evidently, she can, because she then proceeds to whisper-yell, “Y/N, is that a hickey?”

She lightly taps a new bruise on your neck that JJ must have left last night, and you can feel your cheeks heat up at the action. You bat her hand away, and she smirks when she realizes what you must be hiding. 

“I don’t have time for this,” you blurt out, before maneuvering yourself around Sarah and walking over to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Whatever you say,” she taunts behind you, and you can practically hear her giggle as you make your way up the steps. 

Once you get to your bedroom, you lock the door behind you. Sliding down the wall, you let out a sigh, grateful that you met no more obstacles on the way upstairs. But as soon as your butt hits the ground, reality comes crashing down, and you realize that you have a much harder obstacle to deal with than running into one of your friends in the hallway. Instead, you have to deal with the fact that you slept with JJ Maybank—the man you’ve known practically your entire life who not only happens to be one of your closest friends, but even more than that, is your brother’s best friend. Yeah, you’re screwed.

For the next few days, JJ avoided you at all costs. He didn’t want to face the consequences of what you’d done, and was worried more than anything that his friendship with you (and John B. for that matter) would be ruined. And while you had the same idea for a while, within only a few days you decided that talking about it was the only way to move forward. Knowing JJ’s extensive dating history, you were convinced that JJ would only tell you that it was a mistake and a regret. You prepared yourself for the negative, and found him alone at night in the employees-only area above the tackle and bait shop.

You carefully tiptoe up the stairs to prevent JJ from getting spooked and immediately bailing on the conversation. When he notices your presence, he shoots up from where he was laying on the hammock, just like you had anticipated. “JJ, we need to talk—”

“Y/N—”

“No, please, JJ, just let me speak,” you clarify, before walking closer to him. 

Realizing he doesn’t have any other choice, JJ sighs, gesturing for you to continue.

Working up the nerves, you wring your hands, preparing yourself for a moment that seemed more daunting than any of the actually threatening experiences you’d had with the Pogues over the last few years. “You know me, Jayj. You know that I don’t have one-night stands or casual relationships. And I can’t go on like this, pretending like what happened between us is normal or that I can just ignore it. I know that you’ve probably never had feelings for me, but if I don’t tell you this now, I’ll regret it. I… I like you, JJ.” Taking a breath, you step back, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. Only now, you have to brace yourself for the inevitable rejection.

Looking into JJ’s eyes, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and that’s nothing short of terrifying. You’ve known JJ since he was a kid, and he’s not the best liar, so you can usually tell what he’s feeling from the moment you see him. But this time, you’re clueless, and the silence is deafening.

“JJ, please say something. If you’re going to tell me you don’t like me back, then just say it so we can move on and put this behind us.”

He brings his hands to his face, trying to piece the words together. “Just, uh, gimme a minute.” You nod at him, before moving to sit where he’d previously sat on the hammock. You swing your knees up to your chest, hugging them in comfort. 

You watch as he paces the floor around you. It’s not long before he speaks, but it feels like hours as you wait. 

“Y/N, I… We’ve been friends forever. You, me, and John B. It was the three of us for the longest time and then Pope came and then Kiara and… Uh, I’m getting off track.” He starts fidgeting with the ring on his thumb as he looks down at the ground, preparing for what he’s about to say next. “I won’t lie—you’ve always been hot. Like super fucking hot. And I’m not good at relationships or whatever, but I… I like you, too.” 

And your ears can’t believe what they’re hearing, so your head immediately jerks up to meet his eyes. “Wait… you do?” 

He nods, and you can feel a smile beginning to form on your face. “Well, then, why didn’t you just say that?” you ask. 

“Because it doesn’t matter,” JJ answers, and your heart immediately sinks in your chest, once again. “I can’t do this to John B., Y/N. I just can’t.”

“Who cares about him? He’ll get over it. John B. is not my problem.” 

“That’s the point, Y/N! He’ll be there for you no matter what. But the Pogues are basically all I have left. You and John B. are my family, and if I mess shit up with you, I’ll lose you both. And I can’t do that to myself.”

“You won’t mess it up, J,” you reassure, though part of you understands what he’s getting at.

“When have I not messed something up? I mess shit up all the time, and you mean too much to me for me to risk it. You need to go and find someone out there better than me, because as much as it’ll hurt me to see you with someone else, it’d be a lot worse if you were in pain and I was the reason. It’s because I’m in love with you that I wish we’d never done what we did,” he blurts out. 

And while you were trying your best to listen to him carefully, all you heard was him telling you that he’s in love with you. “You… You love me?” you whisper, and JJ’s eyes go back to the floor.

“Of course I fucking do! How could I not? You’re gorgeous and funny and weird and you know me better than anyone else, and I’ll never forgive myself if I ruin shit with you. So just let me go, because this is the hardest thing I’ve had to do.”

As you process what JJ says, he rushes down the stairs. The heavy pattern of his boots hitting the wooden floors grabs your attention again, and you sprint downstairs to meet him before he can run away completely. You grab his hand and pull him towards you. When his head moves, you can see tears in his eyes, even as the sky gets darker. “It’s not okay to just leave me here after telling me you love me back,” you choke out.

“We can’t—we’ll never be together,” he bites back, trying to sound angry. But you can read right through him, and he knows it. You drop his arm and reach up to grab his face with your hands. Your thumb wipes away a stray tear.

“JJ, you’re right: I do know you better than anyone else. And yes, you’re not the best at relationships. But don’t you think that with us it could be different? That maybe because we know each other so well we can figure it out together?”

He begins to shake his head, but before he can get any more words out, you continue. “JJ, I know everything about you. I know the worst things you’ve done and the best things. You’re always calling me a know-it-all, and yet right now you don’t seem to believe me when I tell you that I know we can do this. We can do it, and it’ll be hard, but it’ll be worth it because I can’t picture myself loving anyone else the way I love you.” And as the tears stream down your cheeks, JJ inches a bit closer to you.

“You… You love me?”

“Of course I do, you idiot. How could I not? You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest, bravest person I know and my life would be so unbelievably boring if you weren’t in it.”

His eyes look all over your face, trying to see if he can detect a lie. But all he sees is someone so convinced in their feelings, so articulate, and he can’t believe that it’s possible but he might just love you more than he did five minutes ago. 

“Let me deal with John B., okay? I get why you’re scared and I would never want to come between the two of you, but you deserve to be loved, JJ. And I want to be the one who gets to love you.” 

As soon as you get the words out, he’s pressing his lips to yours, and you’re so glad he reached out to hold your waist because otherwise you’d be falling to your knees. It’s magical and romantic and you can taste the salty years you’ve both shed. His right hand moves to grab the side of your face and pull you even closer somehow, before moving back down to your waist and squeezing you in anticipation. The two of you break away, panting. He grips you again and gestures for you to jump, which you do, and you wrap your legs around his back. He carries you over to the counter of the bait shop, where he sets you down. Your legs squeeze his, and he grabs ahold of your face with his hands. “Before we um… do anything else… Are you sure?”

You nod immediately. “Babe, I need the words.”

Your heart clenches at the term of affection, and you pull his shirt to bring him even closer to you. “I am absolutely, positively sure that I love you, JJ Maybank.” He grins so wide you start giggling.

He smashes his mouth back to yours, and this time the kiss is hotter and needier. It’s just a mess of clashing teeth, lips, and hands, with little “I love yous” whispered in between. 

JJ tugs on the bottom of your shirt, and you break away so that he can lift it off, throwing it somewhere else in the shop. His shirt follows, but before he can unclasp your bra, you push him back. “JJ, I’m not fucking you in the bait shop.”

“It’s dark out and no one’s gonna see—”

You jump down from the counter. “It’s either in the house or in the Twinkie. Your choice,” you challenge, and he rolls his eyes.

“Oh come on, people do it all the time,” he justifies, and you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

“What on earth are you talking about?” you ask.

“Hooking up in the bait shop, duh. I caught Pope and Cleo on top of the freezer once, and I’m pretty sure I saw Kiara making out with her ex-girlfriend behind the counter.”

You roll your eyes. “You are literally proving my point,” you say, and he scratches his head. 

“Well, I know for a fact that John B. and Sarah hooked up in the bait shop once and I didn’t see anything!” he explains.

“That’s not any better! You’re talking about my brother!” you whine, and JJ starts to see that you’re not budging. 

He lifts you up bridal-style into his arms, and you squeal. “Fine, my lady, my room it is.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Have you cleaned it recently?” you ask, knowing how messy his room gets. 

“Uh… Like, maybe not super recently. But I can make it nice,” he offers.

You squint. “As nice as my room?”

“Yeah, let’s just go to yours,” he says, and you giggle at how easily he gives in. As he walks down the talk, carrying you in his arms, you can see a smirk grow on his face. “But after we’re done, it’ll be as dirty as mine.”

“JJ!”

so... what did y'all think? I might consider making a part two where john b. finds out. is that something y'all would be interested in??

also... feedback is very much appreciated - pls comment, reblog, send asks, etc.!

[dollwrites]

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!heiress!reader, camming / sex work, objectification, rough sex, anal sex, hair pulling / spanking, reader is a superfan so there’s a power imbalance, playful banter and name calling. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act four [ camboy ]

you felt like the luckiest girl in the world right now, and you weren’t quite sure why. the reasonable side of you kept reminding that you had not been the only girl in this hotel room tonight, and you wouldn’t be the last. but the superfan in you fought against that, awestruck by the fact that Conner Kent was giving you the ride of your life.

Conner had so many fans, after all; many men and women across the globe that were just like you— visiting his live every weekend. Fridays and Saturdays quickly became your favorite days in the week, when you could willingly drain your bank account just to watch this beautiful man you’d become infatuated with get off in every way imaginable. if your parents ever found out just how you spent your allowance, and how many of your credit cards you’d already maxed out just to watch your fantasy become reality, you could almost swear they would cut you off. to be completely honest with yourself, your fathers multi-million dollar company had only a few more years left of profit if your addiction to Conner’s live chat room didn’t die out. you couldn’t help it— you were hyperfixated, and last month, your favorite camboy had a very special announcement: a way to thank all of his loyal fans— by meeting up with several whilst he traveled the country and fucking them senseless live in his hotel rooms. needless to say, you’d been over the moon when your city was one of the first stops on his tour; you’d dreamed of fucking this man for months now, and now you’d have your chance.

and he hadn’t disappointed.

your body rocked forward, smearing your face into the pillow with every backshot that you took. it was already difficult to breathe, as you wore a mask that covered your mouth and nose to keep your anonymity, but when one of his palms pushed against the back of your head and held you flush against the pillow, too, you felt as if you were overheating. both hands clawed at the sheets that were damp with a mixture of your and Conner’s sweat to combat the maddening pressure of his thick cock driving into you over and over again. his size had been manageable when he fucked your pussy, but since the second he’d begun to ravage your virgin asshole, you’d become acutely aware of just how big he was. the stretch was unreal, and when he’d switched holes, he left your cunt feeling hollow and uncomfortably empty.

“Damn, sweetheart, you were born to be a little whore, weren’t you?” Conner taunted, his hand then sweeping down your head and over your shoulders, following the arch in your back. “Made for this, designed to give up your tight holes, and let me bust them wide open.”

there was a loud chime that played whenever a viewer donated. the longer the chime, the more money the donation was, and at this point, you were certain the noise had become a never-ending song. one donation bled into another, and then another, and that chime became the soundtrack to your decimation. “Heh,” Conner was grinning, though his teeth were bared, and he chuckled hoarsely. his thick, heavy palm swats at your ass, and he watches as the flesh recoils and jiggles. “Tight, little daddy’s girl wants to be my favorite fuck-meat?”

with your face buried in the sheets, you could smell his scent clinging to them, and you just hardly resisted the urge to push the mask down and lap at the wet linens like a needy dog. you yip and nod at his question, which only spurred more and more donations from the virtual audience. Conner swooned, spanking your ass again, and again, and once more until it stung. then, he dug his fingers into your skin, the discomfort flaring further as he groped handfuls of your soft, warm ass. “I think the audience wants to hear you, princess.” he teases, squishing your ass against his rough palm, doing little to massage the sting away. “Tell ‘em.”

you raise your head, albeit weakly, and stare directly into the lens. you can see yourself in the viewfinder, and ( if you were coherent enough to care ) you almost couldn’t believe the mess he’d made you. hair mussed up, on all fours, with glassy eyes and slick skin. Conner had put you through the wringer, and he, somehow, still wasn’t done. you almost couldn’t force the words out amongst the cries and grunts as he ravaged your ass. “I—I—- want to be your favorite fu—-ckmeat- shit!!”

Conner hits an incredibly tender cord when one hand slips underneath your belly, and two thick digits plug your drooling hole. your eyes roll back at the intensity of having both holes filled, and you grip the sheets tighter, sputtering against the cloth mask as your head drops forward.

“Nuh uh uh, princess,” Conner croons, and his free hand slides from your ass up to the nape of your neck and over the shape of your lolling head, making a fist at the crown to grip your roots and force your head back up. his hips snap more fiercely, now, filling your canal to the hilt, his balls slapping against his own hand as he pumps his fingers into your cunt in tandem. heavens above, how the hell was he so good at overloading you?! “You hear all that?” he asks, gruffly. he was beginning to snort and howl like an animal, too, but he smeared his sweaty cheek to yours when he hunches over, pressing his rock-solid torso to your back. “All that fucking money you’re making me? You should know better than anyone, baby girl, what the audience wants to see me do to a spoiled brat like you. What do they want?” he hisses it against your cheek, using his tongue to swirl the taste of your sweat around before pulling it into his mouth.

“They— want to see you fuck me stupid…!!” you cry out.

“That’s right,” Conner was scoffing and his voice was strained and husky as he plowed into you, now, gripping your hair tight enough to keep your brows knit tightly in discomfort. “So let’s not hide those pretty, pretty eyes. They want to see them glaze over. The more they get to see you break, the more they’re going to pay.”

it was the obvious answer. if you were in the audience, you would want to see it, too. how braindead Conner’s cock could drive the poor recipient of his earth-shattering, skillful fucking. however, being on the other end of it was somehow even better. being able to cum and cum and cum some more without this adonis even losing steam or vigor, making it clear that you wouldn’t have a single moment of peace until he was finished ( and yet? no end was in sight ), and feeling every thought— every worry and every feeling not directly connected to Conner Kent’s cock as he pounded you just fracture and fall away with every thrust into you. it was an addicting, degrading, delicious experience. one that you knew you’d never forget.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

can i get a lil sum sum with soft eddie? maybe he’s telling you all about his favorite movie while you watch it? little behind the scenes facts while you lay with your head in his lap 🥹 you can’t help but smile at how excited he gets over the movie, making you happier than ever

Eddie munson x reader

Warnings: none, fluff. Soft!eddie

"C'mon babe, I'm putting in the movie!" Edde yelled from across the room.

You were busy getting the snacks together for your weekly movie night. You had one every day of the week if Eddie didn't work too late. Since today is Thursday. That means it's Lord of the Rings night. Or as Eddie refers to it, Tolkien Thursdays. This week, you and him would be watching Return of the King together.

He's seen these movies probably more than you can count. Yet every time he presses play, he's like a little kid watching it for the first time. Eddie knows every single piece of trivia there is to know right down to the actors' shoe size. He's watched all of their interviews and will quote "when will you wear wigs" at any given opportunity. Eddie thinks that interview is the funniest thing to exist.

"I'm coming!" You yelled back, dumping the bag of popcorn in a large bowl.

You rush to join him on the couch, setting the bowl down on the table next to the sodas you brought in earlier.

"Hurry, hurry." He waved

"Eddie, you haven't even pressed play yet," you smile, shaking your head.

"You can't miss a single second, babe, not one." His said eyes trained to the screen in front of him.

You watch him with amusement as the opening title finally appears. Your eyes locked on him while. You couldn't help but think it was so cute how animated he got at times. As the movie went on, Eddie seemed to calm down a little. You just knew if you put your palm to his chest, you could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

Smiling softly, you move to lay your head in his lap and watched the ending battle. Eddies favorite part besides Denethor tells Pippin to sing for him. He knows the song by heart, and you do too now. You often hear him humming it in the shower after he gets off work.

You felt him jump and gasp as is he doesn't know what's about to happen.

"You paying attention, baby?" His voice sounding panicked. He moves a hand to gently stroke down your face before placing it on the curve of your hip.

You chuckled slightly, "Yea, Ed, I'm watching."

This was the part he looked forward to most. The scene where Eowyn defeats the witch king. You felt him shift as he leaned forward. He's trying to contain his excitement since you're lying on him. Normally, he would be jumping out of his seat, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I am no man." He whispered, yelled to himself. You don't have to touch him to know he has goosebumps all over. Eddie was always at his happiest at these moments. You heard him repeating his favorite lines to himself all throughout the movie.

"Psst! You awake? " Eddie gently shook your shoulder.

"I'm awake."

He leaned back after getting a handful of popcorn. out stretched his legs, getting comfortable himself.

Did you know Frodo falls down 39 times in this?" He snorted with a mouth full of popcorn.

"He sounds a lot like me." You laugh as he continued telling you little facts here and there. The credits have started rolling, and Eddie still hasn't stopped educating you on his favorite trilogy. You soaked it all in every little detail he told you about. He even taught you how to say "I love you" in Elvish.

"So that's what you've been saying to me this whole time?"

"Yep." Eddie grinned from ear to ear.

You could listen to him ramble on forever. His face lighting up at the mention of Lord of the Rings is enough to keep you asking him about it. His smile was infectious. You never want it to go away. The way you both relaxed into one another during these moments was very special to you both. There was instant peace it felt like all of your worries just melted away.

"Eddie?" You call out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you read to me tonight? " Your eyes grow heavy as you turn to look up at him.

"Of course, baby. Ready for bed?" Eddie smiled down at you.

You nod. "Mmhmm."

"Kay, let's get you to bed then." He let out a loud yawn and popped the knuckles on his hands.

Eddie spent the next hour and a half reading The Hobbit to you. Trying your damn best to stay up longer. He was an amazing, great storyteller. He liked to make up little voices for each character as he read out loud to you. Eventually, sleep won and took over you and him.

Eddie fell asleep a little after you with the book tucked under his chin. Your head leaning against his shoulder. This became another part of your routine together. Movie nights and then a book before bed. You loved the way he would get so immersed in them both. Now you really understand why the kids loved having him as their DM. He made it fun and exciting. You didn't think you could fall in love with him more than you already were. But you were wrong. You were very wrong.

[lestatdelivncvurt]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐓.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Prior to the Dance of the Dragon, the vow between Daemon and his paramour lingered without knowing if it will last.

Inspired by the Song of Achilles, Patrochilles. Credit to Madeline Miller for the quote.

fanfiction | House of the Dragon

When Rhaenyra had received the tidings of Lucerys' demise, she crumpled at her place, unable to rein in her sorrow. The passing of her offspring, now her cherished child that she held so close to her heart. All hastened to her side, tending to her as she sought solace in her chamber.

The remnants of the young boy and his dragon washed ashore on Dragonstone.

Dread seized you as you bathed in the balmy waters. You chewed at your lower lip, grappling with the impending storm that loomed over all. None shall emerge unscathed. The dragons shall clash and waltz until one prevails and the other succumbs.

The downfall of the dragons was imminent.

Lost in reverie, you failed to perceive the door creaking open, heralding the entrance of the man. Only when his hand alighted on your shoulder did you startle with a soft gasp.

"'It is me, my love." His rich voice banished the tumultuous thoughts. You lifted your gaze to meet his, discerning the unease mirrored in his eyes; he too foresaw the looming conflict.

A hush fell upon you both as you reclined against his embrace, swallowing the lump formed in your throat. You prayed that neither of you shall meet a grim fate. The throne could fall to the Greens, yet your sole concern was your beloved.

Daemon tenderly kissed your temple. "You are tense," he observed, caressing your shoulder blade. "Tell me your worries." A gentle plea. He had never been unkind to you. Never.

You spoke, "Daemon, war is on the coming. Lucerys shall be avenged one way or another, and I dread it shall claim us both." The chamber was filled with a hushed breeze, engulfing the palpable tension and fear that gripped you so tightly. The water now felt icy to the touch, unlike its previous warmth, unlike his touch.

The Prince remained silent, pressing another kiss on your temple. After a pause, he murmured, "In the end, we all meet our demise, my love. Such fears need not consume you. War was inevitable when that drunk cunt of a king seized Rhaenyra's throne in our absence." Yet his words failed to offer solace as intended.

Turning towards him, you twisted your body to face his. Tears once concealed now brimmed in your eyes as you clasped his hands. "I care not for the Greens or the throne. Death does not faze me. It is our parting that I dread. I cannot bear to be parted from you, plagued daily by fear for our safety." Your words were a soft whisper, tinged with regret at the tremor in your voice. How could you rein in your emotions when his life hung by a thread much like yours?

The Prince knelt closer, his eyes reflecting a love unmatched. "The gods are cruel. They shall never grant you lasting joy and triumph."

Drawing nearer, relishing his words, you leaned into his gaze.

"I'll tell you a secret" he raised your chin, locking eyes with you. "I shall be the first." Boldness shimmered in his gaze, deepening your affection for him. "Swear it."

"Why me?"

"You are the reason. Swear it."

Enveloped in fervent love and unwavering devotion to him, you uttered a vow that would alter your lives forever. "I swear it."

A grin played upon his lips.

"I feel like I could eat the world raw."

[mikobeautifulheart]

hi!! 💗

i was wondering if you could do a yuji drabble wherein he walks into our dorm and we're just BAWLING and he goes to comfort us thinking it's serious and is like "it's okay.. you're bf is here.." bc he SUCKS as comforting people (LMFAOO) and then after a while when we calm down we tell him (still crying..?) that one of our favorite MALE (heskeske) characters died in an anime and he just gets all dramatic and jealous and then gets gojo-sensei in on the situation 🤭🤭 like a whole AITA 💀

this request is a bit short and not so explanatory, but idc how you write it since it's yuji and i'll read ANYTHING abt yuji. 💋

ASK AND YOU. SHALL. RECIVEEEEE. (Recive it unedited.)

Here we go.

Yuji who sucks at comforting you only to getting jealous over 'guy'

Yuji knocks on your door, he wanted to drop off some of the books he borrowed from you only to get no response. It was weird because he knew you were in your dorm...

"NOOOOOO" You yelled making Yuji panic

"Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?" He said as he burst open your door only to see you balled up on your bed crying into your pillow while muttering random sentences hysterically.

"He was-HIC- so-HIC-"

"Calm down Y/N are you okay?!" Yuji asked scanning your body for any inguries

"NOO IM NOT" you shouted throwing the pillow in your arms at the T.V infront of you before going back to crying.

"Shhhh calm down what if Nobora hears you?" he said with an awkward look on his face.

You stopped everything and stared at him.

"You monster-" you said before the tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"Do you not care?" you said through tears with your lip quivering.

"Okay, okay, i'm sorry but I can't help you if I don't know wats wrong." he said rubbing circles in your back in an attempt to soothe you.

It was no use because you really started to cry now.

"What's going on? I heard someone crying" Gojo asked sticking his head in the door way of your dorm.

"First he-he, and now Yuji, MY OWN BOYFRIEND DOSEN'T CARE ABOUT ME"

"I DO!" he retaliates

Gojo scans the room laying his eyes on your T.V seeing the end credits of Demon slayer playing. His face went white.

"No- Don't tell me-"

You nodded your head up and down aggressively while sniffing into a tissue

"RENGOKU-SAN" Gojo yelled grabbing the T.V by the screen watching the credits go by.

Yuji finally realized what this was all about.

"Are you kidding me?" He turned to you stiffly.

"Y/N...He's not real, your crying over someone who's not real-"

You and Gojo both froze

"Yuji, clearly you don't understand the gravity of the situation" Gojo starts.

"You see when someone with a pure heart and soul dies, no matter if they are real OR NOT, its a hard loss. Its like if they killed the earth worm man in the first Human worm movie."

Yuji turns his attention back to you

"You didn't even cry this much when I 'died'" Yuji mumbled

"THATS COMPLETLY DIFFERENT!" You said offended that he would even consider bring that up right now.

"YOUR RIGHT, HES NOT REAL AND YOUR CRYING OVER HIS DEATH WHILE I 'DIED' AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CRY THIS MUCH."

Mean while Gojo laid on your floor muttering the lyrics to the end credit song while crying.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: some of this totally isn't based off a personal experience. Anyways I hope this is close to what you wanted anon. And thanks for your request. reblogs are welcomed btw.

[ecargmura]

Oshi No Ko Episode 24 Review + Final Thoughts - Season 3 Has Been Announced

When one revenge door closes, another opens. Aqua’s revenge comes to a close, but Ruby’s door has opened. Uh-oh. What’s going to happen now? Fortunately, Season 3 has been announced, meaning the story is definitely not over, especially with the post-credit scene…

The finale of Season 2 is like both a conclusion and build up for the events of the upcoming next season. Ruby has been out of it after finding Goro’s corpse, but learns from the creepy crow girl that a famous idol gave birth in Miyazaki 16 years ago and that the doctor in charge of her disappeared during the birthing. She also mentions that before the birth, there were two people sneaking around the hospital, one being the stalker and the other…well… Ruby figures out that this could be the twins’ father and that’s how her desire for revenge starts. It was like how Aqua decided to get his revenge after realizing who was behind Ai’s murder when he was a toddler. The buildup is the same, but Ruby wants to get revenge for two people…is that why she has two black stars on her eyes compared to Aqua who only had one as he only wants to get revenge for AI? Also, Ruby, why are you trusting the words of this creepy little girl so easily? She could be lying to you…but at this point, there are no lies here.

For Aqua, it did feel as if he wanted to break up with Akane, but decided not to and officially date her last minute. Given that he’s a people pleaser, I guess he got cold feet and decided to date her because he felt bad seeing her cry. Poor Kana. However, I am getting a little tired of the dragging love triangle subplot Aqua, Akane and Kana have going on. The writer keeps backpedaling a lot and it’s getting really annoying. This is why I advocate for Akane and Kana to get together and for Aqua and Melt to get together, but alas, this is a manga written by a man…

It’s interesting how both seasons of Oshi no Ko ends with a B-Komachi song. However, the one for this season is a little more bittersweet as Ruby got her dark stars and isn’t as happy and chipper as before. I think the best thing about Oshi no Ko is that time passes. Now, some time passes that a year officially passes, making Ruby and Aqua 17 years old and second years, while Kana and Akane are going to be 18 and in their third year of high school. Time does play an important factor in this story, so I’m glad that it’s not a stagnant concept.

But yeah, the post-credit scene is pretty crazy in that Aqua and Ruby’s father officially reveals himself by murdering a girl. What’s interesting is that Hikaru, the name of the father, has purple eyes. Guess who also has purple eyes? Yep, Taiki Himekawa does. That makes me wonder where Aqua’s blue eyes came from. I guess it was split since blue and red makes purple as both parents have purple eyes in a sense. Hikaru looks like a celebrity, so why haven’t people noticed the similarities between him and Aqua looks-wise? I guess Aqua’s face is more like a male version of Ai in the sense that Kaburagi pointed out that he has similarities towards Ai in terms of facial structure so I’m assuming Aqua’s face leans towards looking more like Ai than Hikaru’s?

I think the Hoshino family is pretty interesting in the sense that both Ruby and Hikaru have their dark stars protruding out of their eyes and its on both eyes while Aqua only had it on his right eye and it doesn’t protrude as much—only time it did was when he was four and during the stage play. I just look at the dark stars and wonder how they gonna blink.

Speaking of which, the voice actors for Hikaru and creepy crow girl have been officially revealed. Hikaru is voiced by Mamoru Miyano and Tsukuyomi, the crow girl, is voiced by Hina Kino. I honestly can’t wait to see what these two have in store for next season. It’s been a while since I heard Miyano voice someone who’s quietly psychotic. He normally voices loud, pompous and flamboyant crazy guys, so I honestly can’t wait to hear him voice someone so soft-spoken to the point it’ll be creepy. Hina Kino normally plays cute little girls, so she’ll be playing against type too.

I can’t wait to see what next season has to offer.

Final Thoughts

Unpopular opinion: I liked the Stage Play arc. People might complain how it detracts from the revenge story, but I liked what it presented. However, the ending of the arc did show that it was still a part of the revenge story regardless of how it was written. It’s nice seeing new sides to our favorite characters and how the new ones are integrated into the plot.

For the characters, I did like seeing new sides to them. I’m still a big Aqua fan, so I’m glad that I got to see different sides to him. It was also nice seeing more sides to Kana and Akane, and even Ruby too! I just wished that some side characters were utilized a bit more. It sucks that out of the characters involved with the revenge plot, only Himekawa has a direct connection to it. I’d like to see Aqua involving one more person into his revenge scheme even if it isn’t Himekawa. Speaking of which, I do think that him concluding his father is dead and his revenge is done still does feel out of character for him.

I do think it was a step up from the previous season where the animation quality has improved tremendously. I especially loved Melt’s parts. The voice acting has improved tremendously as well. All of the voice actors did a spectacular job with going into their character and the character that they play for the stage play. It was really nice seeing new sides to the voice actors. As someone who likes hearing voices, it was a real treat for me!

It was nice learning about how stage plays worked. It was also nice to learn how manga adaptations worked as well. I feel like learning about various types of media feels super educational for me. It’s always interesting to learn new things. Though, I do admit that Oshi No Ko’s interpretation of how these things work might not be super accurate, but I still do appreciate getting an insight.

Overall, I do think Season 2 is a huge improvement from the first season. Like I said, that’s an unpopular opinion. I honestly can’t wait to see what Season 3 has in store. Will it still be in Aqua’s perspective or will it be in Ruby’s? I might start the manga out of curiosity of what will happen next… What are your thoughts on the second season and will you be in tune for Season 3?

[naussensei]

First Year SatoSugu

It may have been a good thing that Suguru’s first mission was that intense and traumatic, because every subsequent mission felt like a joke after that. Or maybe it was Yaga’s presence in each mission that helped ease Suguru’s nerves. Surely that played a role, too, even if Satoru would never credit him. There was comfort for both in knowing that, at the end of the day, someone would be waiting for them in the car to drive them home, full with words of praise or reprimands –sometimes both– on their way to grab fast food, something that had quickly turned into a routine.

After his fourth mission, Suguru was starting to get the hang of it, and by the time August came, he’d counted at least 20 missions, but stopped counting after that. Perhaps Satoru was not wrong in claiming he was the strongest, because every time they were sent on a mission together, it was over before he could blink, and soon they were either lounging at the dorms playing videogames with Shoko, or being scolded in Yaga’s office– more often than not, thanks to Satoru’s doing.

The scolding became more frequent now. Suguru got in trouble for things he never thought he could get in trouble with before. For a school that had almost no written rules, everything could be a potential breach. 

Today, unfortunately, was one of those days when he had to sit at Yaga’s office, and he could not even fully blame Satoru for it.

After that day’s mission, Suguru braced himself to hear Yaga endless scolding on their way back to the school, but to his surprise, Yaga had been exceptionally quiet the whole drive, somehow making it even worse. When they reached the school, the man got out of the car, just as quietly, and sent them to their dorms to shower and tend to their wounds, summoning them to his office later.

As he walked the endless aisle toward Yaga’s office, Suguru was already reflecting on what he had to say. Satoru, as always, seemed unfazed.

“Can you at least pretend to be worried?” Suguru grumbled, slowing down the pace.

“Why?” He said, resting his hands behind his head. “We’re gonna get detention anyway.”

Suguru let out a loud sigh.

"It's fine," Satoru waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "at least we're in htis together."

"That doesn't make me feel any better..." He muttered under his breath, but Satoru did not seem to pay any mind. He was walking with his hands in his pockets and whistling a song he had been listening to all week.

“Maybe if we apologize we can get out of it,” suggested Suguru, only half-convinced. “At least feign some repentance.”

“For what? It’s not like I committed a crime or something. Did I not save our asses?”

Suguru wished to say more, but desisted from it, because the door of Yaga’s office was already open and inviting them in, and he was not ready for it.

The man was sitting sternly by his desk, his serious face impeccable. 

“Sit,” he said, his voice as severe as his face.

The two followed his instruction in silence, eyes on him the whole time as Yaga brought his hands together over the desk.

“I just wanna know…” he said, followed by the longest sigh. “...Why?”

“We are so sorry, sensei.” Suguru rushed to say, before Satoru opened his mouth to ruin everything. “We saw ourselves in trouble, and Satoru had no option but to use Red.”

Yaga looked down at his report, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked at them again. “Fifty-one non-sorcerers injured. Yes, you heard that right. Fifty-one. And you’re lucky none of them died. If it wasn’t for Shoko, they would’ve.”

“But she was there, wasn’t she?” Said Satoru, in a matter-of-fact tone that did not please Yaga. It was starting to show in his face.

“That is not the point.” He groaned.

“It won’t happen again.” Suguru assured him, but Yaga glared at him with an accusing finger pointed at him in response.

“Excuses! You said the same thing last time, Geto!”

Suguru gulped. There was nothing he could say to counter that.

A wave of relief washed over him when Yaga’s glare switched to Satoru. “Do you understand how dangerous it is to use a technique you have no control over?”

Satoru shrunk in his seat, averting his gaze, yet he did not say anything.

“And you!” he turned to Suguru again, and a chill ran down his spine, “Why did you not stop him? I trusted you with that! There is a reason why I paired you up.”

“I–” Suguru was at a loss of words. Even he couldn’t explain why he’d endorsed Satoru’s behavior, even knowing he would regret it later. Maybe deep down curiosity had gotten the best out of him. He had only seen Satoru use Red that one time during their first mission. “I thought it was the best way for us to—”

“Well, next time think again!” Yaga banged his fists on the desk, making his mug wobble. “It was a simple mission, with a very low grade curse, in plain daylight. You did not have to overdo yourselves like that!”

“Yeah, Suguru, why did you not stop me?” Satoru sneered. “I was counting on you, partner , since I’m so unreliable. Maybe I shouldn’t be the one sitting here this time listening to this speech.”

Suguru's jaw dropped in disbelief of the words he'd just heard. So much for 'being in this together'.

“Satoru, you—“ Suguru gritted his teeth, his blood boiling as the feeling of betrayal burned in his guts. “You son of a–!”

“Geto!” Warned him Yaga, but Suguru’s hands were already reaching for Satoru’s neck.

“Maybe if you didn’t try to show off because MeiMei and Utahime were around, I wouldn’t have to stop you in the first place!”

“Huh?! Who would want to show off in front of that rat-face?!”

“Enough! Both of you!” Interrupted Yaga, a booming voice that made them both jump back to their seats. He rubbed his temples thoroughly before he said, “Honestly, I don’t know what’s worse, when you’re getting along or when you’re not.” 

He made a loud sound when he dropped on his seat again, defeated. “I’m sick and tired of you. I don’t want to see your faces in at least three business days. Go back to your rooms now.”

“What about detention?” Asked Suguru.

“No detention. It doesn’t work on you anyway.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “No more missions for you in three days either.”

The smile that was beginning to shape in their lips dropped before Yaga could finish his sentence. “Don’t look too happy about it. You are not allowed to go out at all during those three days. You are to remain at the school at all times.”

“Sensei…” Suguru pleaded.

“Oh, come on!” Satoru cried. “But it’s summer! You can’t do this to us!”

“You did this to yourselves. Maybe from now on you’ll want to think again before doing something stupid.” Yaga’s resolve was definite, he was already settling to get back to work, deeming the conversation over. “Now, leave. You’re dismissed.”

The other two stared at him with their mouths wide open in a silent gasp, then shared a troubled look before they excused himself to leave.

They headed back to the aisle with their heads low, Satoru rambling, as always; Suguru quiet as ever, his heart still too uneasy as he reviewed the situation in his mind, drowning in embarrassment for his own behaviour. Never before he’d cursed in front of a teacher, let alone threatened to hit another student. But Satoru did bring the worst out of him sometimes… most of the times, really. And right now, Satoru’s endless rambling was beginning to feel less than bearable. Not like Suguru was paying any attention to it, too lost in his own thoughts, trying to understand why, after that exchange in Yaga’s office, Satoru was still following him around right now.

“Oi, are you even listening?” Satoru said.

“What do you want?” Suguru snapped.

“Yo, why are you so mad?” 

Satoru’s startled expression only contributed to enhance Suguru’s anger.

“What do you mean ‘why?!” He barked. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus like that, Satoru. Thanks a lot. That was really nice,” he scoffed, then speeded up the pace, hoping Satoru wouldn’t follow this time. 

He should’ve known better than to hope.

“It was just a joke!” Satoru’s voice was closer than he wished it was. 

Seeing that Satoru would not stop following him, Suguru halted to face him.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny,” he said, then pointed at his own face. “Do you see me laughing?”

Satoru considered for a moment, then shrugged. “It was funny to me at least. Does that count?”

“Ugh,” rolling his eyes, Suguru turned to continue walking to his room, Satoru following silently behind. When they reached Suguru’s door, Satoru spoke again.

“So!” His smile was as enthusiastic as ever. “Do you wanna play video games in my room, or–?”

The door slammed close on Satoru’s face, Suguru cursing at it from inside his room. He would not succumb to him. Not this time. He would remain in his room and find something to do –anything that did not involve Gojo Satoru. 

He plugged in his earphones on, played whatever CD he had last been listening to in his CD player, mustering the determination to ignore Satoru for the three days that their confinement would last, and keeping himself busy dealing with the fact that, for the first time in his life, at 15 years old, this was the closest thing to being grounded he’d ever experienced.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Sweet Nothing: The Morning

summary: life with joel (and sarah) before the end comes is sweet nothing.

pairing: gn!reader x preoutbreak!joel miller, sarah miller

contents: song based fic, tooth rotting fluff, food mention, kisses

word count: 688

gif credits: @avasillva

an: because if there’s anybody who needs nothing to be expected of them, it’s joel miller. be nice to me please, this is my first time writing for him. thank you to both @honeybrowne and @inklore for encouragement to dip my toe into the joel pool! <3

sweet nothing masterlist | misc. masterlist | requests are open

There’s a stillness about morning that Joel covets— more particularly the mornings he gets to spend with you. They are made of a bunch of nothing, a conglomerate of moments that someone could brush away as routine or mundane. But, that’s the beauty of you. Every moment he spends with you feels noteworthy, like something he should write down in a book to memorialize forever.

He can smell that you’re awake before his eyes even open. The telltale smell of espresso wafts through the entire house and he smiles, rubbing the sleep out of his blinking eyes. The sun is just rising, orange and red just peaking over the horizon and spilling through the thick curtains of your shared bedroom.

He can picture you, hair messy and wild from sleep in the shirt he bought a few sizes too big just so it’ll really swallow you up. The ghost of your hum, soft and sweet, some pop song he doesn’t know the words to but soon will because you and Sarah will play it into the ground.

You putter around the kitchen with stealth, doing your best to stay quiet even as the smell spreads. Your routine is simple, grinding your beans, smoothing and leveling and pressing. Steaming and frothing milk. Two shots for you, two shots for him, an adjustment from the four he’d be used to before you. You find just as much joy in the process as you do in the product and the moments there after.

Just as he gathers the strength to push himself up to meet you downstairs the door opens and you slink inside. The smell of espresso is stronger now, rich and smoky and you hold up both of your steaming mugs with a grin that makes his heart stutter.

“Oh, sleeping beauty’s awake, hmm?” You tease, softly shutting the door behind you with your foot. The last thing you want to do is wake the true sleeping beauty too early.

“You didn’t wake up this early til’ you met me,” He quips, stretching as he sits up.

“Yeah, whatever makes you feel better baby,” You carefully climb into bed next to him.

As always, his voice rough and low with sleep, Joel murmurs a genuine, “Thank you.”

You shake your head, knocking it against his shoulder, “Anytime.”

Comfortable silence. It was something that never existed to you before Joel. You and silence weren’t a thing until you met this shy man— something he denies. According to him, he’s serious, not quiet.

He’s always been fine with you filling it whenever you see fit, but you’ve grown to appreciate small bouts of it because it’s with him. The two of you sit shoulder to shoulder, sipping coffee in the quiet of the morning.

Coffee finished, Joel pulls you close, his mouth as light as feather against yours when there’s a knock on the door. You both jump, heads turning towards the door.

“I know you’re awake, I smell the coffee!” Sarah yells through a laugh.

Joel snorts, shaking his head, “Good morning to you too darlin’.”

“Are there pants on?” She shouts through the door.

“Yes!” You and Joel shout in unison.

“Then let me in!” She insists, rattling the knob in a move that makes you both laugh again.

You turn to him with a smile. One of his favorite things about you is the lack of disappointment in your eyes when you two are interrupted— the space that you’ve created for Sarah in your heart. That your love always encompasses all of the unpredictability of loving him and the tiny family he has— that you’re part of it now.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, “It was good while it lasted, yeah honey?”

“It’s perfect. All of it, it’s perfect,” You murmur before hopping out of bed to unlock the door.

There’s nothing sweeter than the moment Sarah bursts through the door and jumps into bed next to her dad. Except for the moment she asks you to join them while tugging on Joel’s ear. And who are you to say no to the resident sleeping beauty?

part 2: mohawk

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

The Cishet 1990s American Father-Son Movie, Good Omens triggered.

For those who are confused, @howmanyholesinswisscheese made a heartbreaking Good Omens post. Read it and weep.

The reblogs however degenerated into a Cishet Father-Son saga, since you maggots are all my adoptive parents. Here is a more polished version of my latest contribution to the hellsite.

[Opening credits play over highly saturated, sundrenched midwest farmland. Bob Dylan's Sara plays and the title appears as the camera slows to a halt in front of a sprawling house.]

[TITLE: Farewell, Iowa, We'll Meet Again, a Gus Van Sant film]

Art 'Greeny' Matthews, a man who does an honest day's work in the farm and is pretty darn proud of it, wanders through his house. His wife Darlene just left him (hence the opening song), and he is faced with the prospect of raising his only son, a ten year old lad Asmond 'Mond' Matthews, on his own.

Greeny takes Mond along with him as he works in the farm on holidays, riding in the tractor. Mond cries about Darlene, who didn't even leave a note, the hussy, and Greeny comforts him as much as he can. "It'll be alright, son," Greeny says on Mond's eleventh birthday, as they sit in the stable with a badly made cake on the wobbly stool. "Just you and me, eh? Not bad!"

"I hate chocolate," Mond whispers miserably, and the birthday party ends in more tears.

When Mond is thirteen, he starts to grow more closed with his emotions, just helping his dad around the farm. They're making a huge profit, and Greeny has business deals and free time, and makes an effort to bring Mond along to golf games and such. Mond is being bullied in school for being caught writing poetry, but he refuses to tell his dad why he comes home with a black eye every other week.

"I'm always here if you want to talk over a game of catch, son," Greeny tries one day. "No thanks, dad," Mond says, and wanders away into the stable. At fourteen, Greeny tries to bring him on fishing trips to discuss his feelings, as they used to do back when Darlene lived with them. Mond swallows, but shakes his head.

Finally, Mond can't keep it from him anymore, and when Greeny finds out, he goes into a rare fit of temper. "Just like your mother, boy!" he says, hand rattling his mug of ale. "A wanderer and a careless fool, that's what you'll turn out to be! There ain't no place in this world for people livin' in their heads."

Mond doesn't write poetry anymore.

As Mond grows, though, he helps out more with the farm, and they bond over hopes for future profit, and joking about golf, which they both find pretentious. "C'mon, champ, let's go play golf," Greeny says while they watch suited businessmen make their way to the house, out of place amidst the yellow-green farmland. "What's your favourite golf club?"

"That a literal club, or the thing they whack the ball with, dad?" Mond responds, and Greeny chortles. "I taught you better than that, son."

He has high hopes for Mond, he will take over the farm. Greeny is growing weary of his duties, he married late and had Mond even later.

[Montages of sunlight days ensue, intercut with shots of Mond, who always has a melancholic air about him. His mother was a dancer, and that rebellious spirit, so long dormant, is beginning to stir as he enters his twenties.]

On his twenty-first birthday, Greeny has baked him a cake, not chocolate. Mond barely sees it. His father doesn't know him. Not really. Not at all. When Greeny says he is handing over the farm to him, and starts to give him instructions about the responsibilities, Mond has had it.

He picks up the rucksack he's been storing by the umbrella stand for weeks, and shoulders it as Greeny pauses mid-lecture. "I'm sorry, dad," Mond says. "I'm going away to be my own man. This was your dream. Not mine."

Greeny is too frozen to stop him.

[Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan plays with another montage]

Mond travels the States, far from home and Iowa, and after a year of struggle finally publishes his first anthology of poetry. Hoping to make his dad proud, he sends a letter home asking if it imperative he return, since he's too ashamed to say he wants to. The reply is a brief but polite no from the housekeeper, saying his father wishes him well but does not require that he return. Assuming Greeny wants nothing to do with him, Mond stays away, bitter and homesick.

He is called home a few months later, and when he arrives, he is met not with Greeny, but with the housemaids and farmhands in black, and the housekeeper teary-eyed as she guides him to the back garden and a lonely gravestone. Greeny, heartbroken by his son leaving the same way Darlene his wife did all those years ago, declined in health, but he kept up the farm till the end, all ready for Mond should he want it after all, and for the head farmer if he didn't.

Mond, still carrying his book hoping to have shown his dad at last, stares in shock at the gravestone. He thinks even at the end Greeny did not know him, thought he would want the farm. Until he reads the inscription. Art 'Greeny' Matthews, friend to all, loyal husband, and most of all, proud father of a poet.

His father knew, Mond realised. His father knew what he'd been doing.

"Are ya proud, dad?" Mond whispers, dropping the book and kneeling down before the stone. "Are ya proud? It was all for you."

[The camera pulls back to show the farmland, scattered with people in black going about their work because business stops for no one, and a solitary figure by the gravestone. Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind plays as the end credits roll.]

"How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?"

The end.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese The challenge has been issued.

[coffeelouis]

written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Wrath | Word Count: 666 | Rating: M | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Steve/Eddie | CW: None | Tags: Corroded Coffin

set somewhat ambigulously in the tuesday's gone with the wind universe, mostly in stealing goodie's name and personality bc like,, that's goodie! thanks @thisapplepielife for him love you 🫶

i also made up the song name, that's not from tuesday's gone, by that point i hadn't gotten far enough to figure out i was writing steve as their tour manager and basically set it in the universe. also i had eddie as the lead singer in this, so maybe this is an au of tuesday's gone

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“Gareth, I really think this is a bad idea, man,” Jeff warned, hovering in the doorway. Gareth and Goodie were both crouched next to the sound equipment, Goodie observing as Gareth tinkered.

“It’s precisely what they deserve.”

“Exactly, we’ve warned them multiple times,” Goodie added, ever the pot-stirrer.

“We haven’t, in any way, indicated we’d go this far. We’ve just ribbed Eddie.”

“Nagged,” Gareth corrected.

“Relentlessly. And, would you quit it with the hand-wringing, man? You’re in or you’re out of this,” Goodie said decisively.

“And it’s not as if it’s anything new!” Gareth argued, **It’s just.. a different approach.”

“It’s completely different circumstances, though! And it digs at Steve, not Eddie.”

“Digging at Steve is how to you get to Eddie.”

At the same time, Goodie countered, “Steve will be fine—he’s fine about everything.”

“He’s used to us,” Gareth agreed, reaching up to test his work.

As the sound rang out in the empty theatre, Gareth let out a crow of victory, and Jeff felt his stomach sour.

“I really don’t feel good about this.”

“You don’t have to take credit then,” Gareth smirked, dusting his knees off and walking off in triumph to get ready for the show.

Goodie followed behind him, looking similarly smug—despite having contributed absolutely nothing.

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Eddie had fought to play “The Harvest” towards the end of the setlist. It was a hard-fought battle when they’d begun this leg of the tour, Gareth argued it should be the opener. But, it was third to last, so Eddie was dripping in sweat and probably a little delirious by the time Jeff went in with the opening chords. He could see the man swaying around his microphone, his long hair falling into his eyes.

He figured that’s why it took him until the end of the second chorus to look up in confusion. Jeff quickly began watching his chords—as if they weren’t muscle memory by this point.

Gareth’s smirk gave the game away—that the backing track was not the pre-recorded moans that accompanied the song on it’s studio version; instead, Steve’s high-pitched moans that had leaked through the hotel walls nights earlier filled the venue.

Fury erupted across Eddie’s face. He stomped across the stage towards Gareth—guitar still in hand, and somehow still playing.

Jeff glanced behind him for backup from the crew, the stagehands, anyone. Instead, he saw Steve, a bright laugh inaudible, but clearly dancing across his face. His eyes were glittering with the creative wrath of the band.

Jeff, who’d seen him sternly lecture stagehands for incorrectly setting up equipment or tell off venue staff for stupid production mistakes, was surprised, but relieved at the reaction. It was an interruption to their planned schedule, and more than that an airing of an intimate moment; but, he supposed when it came to Eddie—or really, any of the band—he really did hold a soft spot.

Eddie was now standing at Gareth’s side, uselessly telling him off. Gareth certainly couldn’t hear him over his drum set, let alone the music the rest of them (Eddie included) were still playing. But Eddie continued on at it, over singing the next verse.

Jeff kicked his leg out at him, hoping to get this show back on the road—literally. They were approaching the next chorus and the moans coming in again; without Eddie to sing over them, they would be even more pronounced.

Eddie finally noticed, and abandoned Gareth to kick back at him, fighting before realizing that he was in fact signaling him to look off-stage at Steve, now waving and smiling at him. Eddie lost all fight, smiling back.

Jeff felt like he was invading on a moment to be watching as Steve rolled his eyes and jerked his head to the mic, telling Eddie to keep going. Eddie laughed too, and ducked bashfully back towards the front of the stage, chastened. He blew a kiss, Steve caught it.

Yeah, his bandmates were silly and vengeful, but they put on a damn good show.

[rvllybllply2014]

This is based on my life. Also non linear. Abusive toxic relationship, non graphic descriptions of attempted rape, rape joke, and descriptions of violence, threats of being killed without explicitly being told ie it’s through actions, dealing with an alcoholic. Older brackenwood, tiny side of Davron. Aeron and Davos are fine it’s Amos who’s in the bad relationship. Read at own risk. If you need to chat dms and asks are open. Also more an explainer at the end.

Amos always taught his boys, yes his boys, Aeron and Raylon to never settle and to never believe that they deserved to be abused. But if they were caught in an abusive relationship then they could come home no questions asked. But Amos has somehow trapped himself in an abusive relationship, and he’s embarrassed to be trapped.

He’s gotten good at dissociating the bruises that occasionally pop up. He tells himself that these bruises are the last time, he’s not stuck he has money and he doesn’t have to put with the alcoholic he’s dating. That he’s done being accused of being a cheater, a whore, being called worthless. Amos is tired of doing everything for his alcoholic partner, he’s tired of pretending everything is okay. But most of all he misses his friends Willem and Samwell.

He had to stop being friends with them after one too many arguments early in his relationship. His boyfriend kept accusing Willem of helping Amos cheat or encouraging him to cheat. It didn’t matter how many times Amos defended Willem from the accusations, his boyfriend would never listen. With Samwell his boyfriend was okay with their friendship, Samwell was married with a kid so no threat to his relationship.

What his boyfriend never realized was how much Amos used both of them as sounding boards early in their relationship. At times Amos felt like he was going crazy with all the accusations and how he was being treated. To Willem and Samwells credit they always validated his feelings and encouraged him to do what was right. Willem even tried to remind Amos that he was a good person and stronger than he was acting now.

Maybe Amos should’ve waited longer before jumping into a relationship, after Amos had just lost his wife nine months earlier he was still healing. But too late Amos realized he should’ve listened to Willem, he was just desperate to be loved again and his boyfriend was good at love bombing him. Willem and Samwell were weary when Amos told them that he spent eleven hours with his date and at the end his date said he loved Amos. But Amos just brushed it off.

Anyway the first fight doesn’t happen until Willem invites Amos and his boyfriend out to dinner. Aeron is invited too since he’s just started dating Davos, it’s a way for both Willem and Amos to make sure their nephews are taking good care of each other. Amos thinks the outing is going well, Willem and the boyfriend seem friendly and Aeron and Davos are having a great time.

It’s only after dinner and Amos is driving them home does his boyfriend really let his feelings be known. He starts playing songs about the man has caught his girlfriend cheating and is a hoe and they’re done. Amos doesn’t catch on at first, he only does once his boyfriend repeatedly plays a song saying how they’re done and you can’t trust a slut. Amos looks over to ask what the fuck is wrong with him?

But he stops when he sees and finally feels the anger rolling off his boyfriend. His boyfriend tells Amos that they’re over, he caught Amos checking out all the men that came into the restaurant, he even had a friend come in and his friend confirmed that Amos was eye fucking him. Amos was a disrespectful whore for doing that, while completely ignoring the fact that Aeron and Davos were seated close to the door and he’d occasionally glance at them. Also it’s natural to glance at people walking through a door, no one ever knows if a friend could walk through it.

Amos is tempted to fight his boyfriend on what he was actually doing but just says okay we’re done but can I come get my clothes from your place?

Which was his first honest mistake. Amos was allowed into the apartment and once he was in there was no escaping. Amos was not a small man but his boyfriend had the element of surprise and a drunk rage that allowed him to pull Amos across the floor by his hair. His boyfriend yelled that he hated Amos and he needed to leave right the fuck now while pulling Amos towards the door by his hair. Thankfully once at the door he let go his hair and just shoved Amos out with his clothes.

That is when Amos should’ve let the relationship go and block the shitty boyfriend’s number. But he stupidly believed that his boyfriend was just drunk and that he really did love Amos. Which was confirmed the next day when he received a call from his boyfriend apologizing and saying that he did love Amos, he’s sorry for what he did. So Amos took him back.

The second time Amos should’ve left and blocked his boyfriend’s number was when they went on a staycation and had a hotel room to themselves. Amos woke up to a pressure in his and his boyfriend on top of him complaining about how Amos tightened up and broke the condom. Amos rightfully freaked out and asked what the fuck his boyfriend thinks he’s doing?

He never agreed to being fucked while he was asleep. His boyfriend swears that Amos was awake otherwise why else would his ass tighten?

Amos explains that he was very much asleep and people do subconsciously react to things while asleep. But his boyfriend insists that Amos was awake, Amos eventually lets it go. He knows his boyfriend did attempt to rape him, but he’ll never mention it again. Ironically it’s his boyfriend who always brings it up swearing that he’d never attempt to rape Amos. That Amos was awake but wants to make himself feel hotter by saying that he attempted to rape him. How his ass isn’t that great anyway, it’s not in his character. Never mind the fact that just weeks prior his boyfriend was laughing at his cousin making a rape joke aimed at Amos, by saying Amos just needed to be held down and that he shouldn’t stop even if Amos told him to.

The abuse kicks up on their six month anniversary. Amos booked a nice hotel with a romantic package added on. But his boyfriend had other ideas, he got drunk again and started shoving Amos around the room. As soon as Amos picked up his boyfriend his boyfriend started biting him from the top of his shoulder to his elbow, that Amos could thankfully hide under his shirt sleeve.

He even almost shoved Amos into the glass shower while saying that Amos was a whore and cheater. Once his boyfriend had decided that Amos was “locked” in the bathroom, the door was just closed, he left the room. Amos not entirely sure about what just happened or what he should do stayed until he came back. Amos was quietly crying to himself, when his boyfriend came back. It was maybe a couple of minutes of his boyfriend being back before they heard a knock on the door with the person identifying themself as a manager.

Amos told his boyfriend to just sit on the bed he would handle the issue. Once Amos opened the door he notices that security was also with the manager. Amos’ boyfriend came up behind him and noticed the security guard and just bolted. The security guard followed the boyfriend while Amos stood there apologizing to the manager. The manager explains that the room next door called the front desk about a disturbance in his room. Amos keeps apologizing for the disturbance, the manager reassures him that he’s not in trouble but his boyfriend now is.

Eventually the cops catch his boyfriend and take him to a drunk cell in the jail. The cops also ask Amos if he needs medical attention, Amos stupidly keeps the bite marks /bruises hidden underneath his sleeve and Denys the medical attention and repeatedly tells them he won’t press charges. The cops tell Amos that he deserves better than his boyfriend and it’s not too late to leave, this relationship isn’t worth it. The manager says that Amos can stay or have the charge removed from his card if he leaves. Amos leaves, while thankful that Aeron was with Davos that night.

Amos receives a call from his boyfriend later on in the night. His boyfriend accuses Amos of having a party, he heard the tv show Amos was watching in the background. Amos stupidly agrees to come see him later and to take him back to his apartment. It was stupid because Amos knows he’ll keep his promise.

Amos does visit his boyfriend and tells his boyfriend that he’s been permanently banned from the hotel. Amos also shows the severe bruises he received from all of the bitting he did. His boyfriend asks if Amos hates him, but Amos can’t find it in himself to hate him.

More time passes with the occasional fights and accusations. They mostly happen when his boyfriend is drunk. Before Amos knows it years have passed and he’s just grown used to being called a whore and getting bruised from his boyfriend. He’s just thankful Aeron moved out with Davos and has a loving relationship. He’s also thankful that Raylon is living on his own, and starting a relationship with a wonderful woman. That way nobody knows how abused Amos is. Hell Amos doesn’t want to admit to himself that he’s abused, because according to his boyfriend real abuse victims would just laugh at him.

Never mind the fact Amos had gotten: a black eye, chocked, hit/slapped, punched in the chest while driving twice (thankfully he blocked it both times) Amos asks why he’d do that and the response he received was because he felt like it, been screamed at in public, had the wheel jerked towards ditches, had his arm twisted to the point of almost breaking while driving (again multiple times), his fingers almost broken, lightly punched on the legs/feet, had his arms held down while getting slapped in the face resulting in bruised arms, and his wrist almost broken. He was also punched in the neck while driving but thankfully the idiot missed and hit his collar bone and the idiot tried to light Amos on fire while Amos was driving. Also when his boyfriend gets drunk he is in pain, he’ll scream and then pinch Amos to the point of bruising him. Amos also revives a lot of bites when his boyfriend is drunk. Amos also learned to not make eye contact with anyone otherwise he’s eye fucking that person.

Amos flinches when his boyfriend makes sudden fast moves but also gets asked why he does? It’s not like he’s being abused and it’s making him look like he’s being abused so he better stop it now.

It took years of silently suffering before Amos reached out to Willem. After Willem hears everything he pulls Amos into a hug telling him that he’s sorry that Amos suffered all of that in silence. But he’s here now for Amos. Willem tells Amos that he loves him and he understands if Amos doesn’t want to date him, but he will treat Amos better.

It takes Amos almost a year before he decides that he does want to date Willem. He’s scared of a new relationship even after Willem shows him how much he does love and respect him. But once Amos gives him a chance it’s the type of love he craved with his last relationship. Willem is everything that he needed. Willem also helps Amos relearn how to make eye contact with people.

Aeron and Davos even get over the fact that their uncle got together. They’re happy as long as their uncles are happy, even if their uncles are technically in-laws now.

So years later at Amos and Willems wedding Aeron and Davos give speeches about how they were supposed to be the only Blackwood/Bracken wedding but here they are at another Blackwood/Bracken wedding. Raylons speech is short and sweet, welcoming Willem into the family again and announcing that he’s going to be a grandfather in about five months.

So yes Amos spent years in a shitty abusive relationship but he got out and even if he didn’t consider himself a survivor he truly is.

Anyway the attempted rape happened to me. I was asleep on my stomach and woke up to my boyfriend on top of me complaining about how I tightened my vagina and broke his condom. He always claims that I was awake and he’s not a rapist or an attempted rapist. And the list of what Amos went through yeah happened/still happens to me. His cousin who has never met me nor will ever meet me said to my boyfriend that he just needs to hold me down and fuck me. It doesn’t matter if I say no, my boyfriend just laughed instead of shutting that shit down. To this day he swears his cousin didn’t mean it, but does get mad if I throw that situation onto his niece saying that it’s wrong to wish it on her. But it wasn’t wrong that I went through it? He also said that he’ll never respect me because I ask him to. Anyway abusers swear they’re not abusers but they are and alcoholics deep in their addiction swear they’re not and try to switch over to what’s wrong with you. If you’re in the same situation I’m so sorry, whatever you’re feeling is valid and I love you.

[mynameisnotthepoint]

Ossan no pantsu EP 5

Disclaimer: I had already watched this drama with subs that were mostly machine translated, so this is less of a first time reaction and more of an "i finally have the whole picture now". This will contain spoilers, so be warned!

As always: thank you to @isaksbestpillow for continuing to provide us with excellent subs to this drama!!

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"That's how it is being a parent. You can't really think with confidence: 'I just handled this the best way.'" (Mihoko to Mika, translation by isaksbestpillow)

My very jumbled thoughts/extras

I am a bit behind with my posts about this series. Work and a cold caught up with me, but I will try to finish this.

Later episodes will deal with this more, but ultimately, older people are left behind by this rapidly changing system. My coworker's husband had to look for a new job at 62 after his bus driving company closed down. He spent months unemployed. Makoto here also knows that he doesn't have a lot to offer except grit and perseverance. You need them to survive a job, but these days you have to have many more qualifications to think about switching jobs. I also noticed that the coworkers call her Shimura-san!! Which also is something that will come back in a later episode.

I also love the fonts and color grading they used to show Makoto's entrance into the office - a contemporary suspense (?) font/music - and then the flashback scenes to when Makoto was starting out that feel very oldschool.

I think it is in this episode that Makoto realises he could be a burden to society. He is, in many ways: people bow down to his wiles (his wife) or ignore/avoid him (his subordinates, his children, even his dog). Throughout this series he comes to a bigger understanding of how respect should be mutual, and is also earned. --- INTERLUDE: Theme song and Daichi's actor Oppan's opening credits song アプデライフ (Updated life) is by the Jpop group FANTASTICS from EXILE TRIBE, of which Nakajima Sota, who plays Igarashi Daichi, is a member (he is a vocalist). This group has two members who have also played in BLs: Yagi Yusei (vocalist, from the My Beautiful Man-series) and Kimura Keito (dancer, from Ameiro Paradox). It is actually through FANTASTICS fans that I first learned about Oppan :) --- My heart aches for both Daichi and Madoka. You can see Daichi's face fall, a sadness creep into his eyes while Madoka tries to explain why he couldn't tell his parents he had a boyfriend. Meanwhile Madoka is just so scared to lose Daichi, so scared to be himself. And Daichi is the one who can muster up a smile, try to make everything seem OK. Madoka is so tall and yet, he always seems to make himself small, hunches over, ridden by guilt. The flashbacks of how they met and how they got to know each other are so well done (@twigtea and @bengiyo have written such good meta about it and the outing scene at the end!!).

Daichi's mom is such a wonderful person. She knows her son, knows when he is being chipper to hide that he is feeling sad. It shows the strength of their bond that he can show his anger with her, although it might be misplaced, as she was the one trying to help him. And Daichi knows, after raising his voice at her, he immediately deflates and apologizes. (my mom is so very similar to his mom. and i can also get angry at her or take her for granted, which i immediately feel sorry about).

BTW: Matsushita Yuki (who plays Igarashi Mihoko) plays Ida's mom in Kieta Hatsukoi AND Kurosawa's mother in the Cherry Magic movie!

I touched upon this briefly in a last post, but I love how they made Kakeru's hair truly look like it has grown out and he hasn't really cut it evenly. Although it does change quite a bit at the school scenes, which were probably filmed later. Through the series, Kakeru not only becomes comfortable wearing make-up outdoors, but also puts a lot of effort into his hairstyles.

I love Mika so much. Kakeru feels down and useless because he is unable to go to school again, and she encourages him to help her with the laundry. We later learn that she doesn't enjoy housework all that much, but in this moment she is happy to see him outside of his room and wants to spend time with him. He is also doing more housework just by helping out than Makoto ever seems to do...

The dynamics in this family are so developed!! Mika talks very differently to Moe, who seems to have the upper hand a lot in their conversations. But I really like how they genuinely seem to get along and want to spend time together. Them evaluating Makoto together if he can attend a barbecue with Madoka and Daichi and Daichi's mom was so funny. Also them preparing for the barbecue together and welcoming their guests together warmed my heart.

ME TOO. Also, this is one of my favourite Kakeru outfits. I truly love his style. Also, after meeting the girls who were nice to him, this meeting with Hasegawa shows Kakeru he can talk to people his age without feeling alienated. It takes repeated experiences liket this to get you to enjoy company again, but he smiles and is happy. (Now Makoto, we don't just assume our child is dating someone, he is literally just sitting next to him and talking - the face touching means nothing!! I do like that this makes the updating even more concrete for Makoto). The second time Hasegawa and Kakeru meet up starts a bit akward, but they talk to each other freely. Yet, Kakeru shuts down when Hasegawa starts talking about school and the baseball club. He'd still rather avoid the conversation and walk away than say what is on his mind. He is going outside, went outside to buy products for Hasegawa, but he isn't suddenly free of his worries and coping mechanisms.

Makoto buying books on queerness and acceptance is what makes Moe believe he has changed. And yet, reading up on things doesn't make you know how to react in real life. Makoto having his subordinates clap for him makes him overconfident, makes him think he knows everything. But, as @bengiyo pointed out, it is really important that he does his updating independently too, he shouldn't just wait for Daichi to explain everything to him.

The scene which hurts the most here is at the barbecue, when everyone has been having such a good time and even Kakeru is happy to watch them from his window. Makoto just says out loud what everyone has been avoiding all afternoon: he calls Madoka Daichi's boyfriend. It was just an unspoken rule that everyone at the party understood: Daichi and Madoka are there. What they are to each other is personal to them. Makoto wants to please, wants to show that he has updated, has such foot in mouth syndrome that he doesn't realise that rule. And Madoka very understandably freaks out. I must say, I have watched this episode three times now, and I have only been able to watch this scene without pausing or fast-forwarding once. It hurts.

What I did notice, in the aftermath, is that there are shots of the characters where Moe and Mika stand together in the foreground, then in another shot Daichi stands in the foreground while his mom is in the back, and Madoka and Makoto are both alone in their shot. I don't know if this was intentional, but it does illustrate how they feel about themselves in that moment in time. Moe and Mika are united in wanting to make this work, Daichi has his mom he can rely on, but both Madoka and Makoto feel alone and afraid in this moment.

An anecdote from when the show was airing: this episode was the one I saw people talk about the most before episodes 8 and 9 aired. It generally frustrated me to no end that people seemed to only focus on "the gays" and disregarded the rest of the story (Moe!! Kakeru!! Mika!! and even Makoto's development). Seeking out explicitly gay characters shouldn't make you disregard a story that is about queerness, about how women are treated, and so much more. It didn't help that a lot of fan translators were only focused on translating Sota's scenes, as they were fans of his group/him as an idol. It is so interesting to have an actual idol in a drama that has a whole story thread about being a fan of an idol group! (I am now just referencing later episodes...).

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕

Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰

~drabbles-mc 🖤

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Squad Room Secrets

Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.

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“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” -  George Orwell.

"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."

Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."

Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."

Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."

Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."

It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.

In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"

You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."

There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"

He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."

Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"

A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."

You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"

"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.

"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."

You sighed, "I love you too Joe."

****

You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."

You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"

He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"

You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."

His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."

You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."

He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."

You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."

He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"

"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."

He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.

There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."

The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."

He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."

"Yeah, me too."

****

"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.

Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."

You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."

Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"

You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."

You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."

"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.

"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.

Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."

You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."

"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"

"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.

"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"

Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."

You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."

Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."

Fin

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[yonnkin]

How JJK men act on Christmas.

(December).

warnings: i am new and totally clueless spare me. uh... cussing i guess? tf am i supposed to write here :( and yes i am writing it in november. english is not my first language (will be open for some advices). i take it too seriously.

Gojo Satoru

He is the first to go for that fucking PINE tree, place it in the middle of the living room and decorate it. It doesn't matter that you are complaining because it's only the 1st and the tree made a big mess. Of course the christmas tree has to be real.

He makes you stay in the kitchen almost everyday for a few hours. Gojo had a sweet tooth and you just need to make him something. No matter what.

In your house you feel like in the store. Christmas songs playing over and over again. You start to wonder if He does it on purpose to piss you off or playing "Jingle bell rock" or different every other song just makes a full grown ass man happy.

He doesn't wait til' morning for the gifts. After Christmas Eve He just can't sit straight and wait til' everybody is done eating and talking so He can get his hands on those bags and boxes. You feel like Satoru is your cousin, not a boyfriend.

Toji Fushiguro

He basically doesn't care about the tree nor traditions at all. You want a Christmas tree? Go and get it. Though, Toji is not so cruel and He will actually help you bring the Christmas tree and everything you need.

Don't you dare actually play a Christmas song more than once. He is already fed up when He was stuck with you in the shop for a few hours and poor Toji had to listen to it on a loop. It's one of his excuses to not work here. Same with everything else so you can provide for him.

Toji actually enjoys your cooking and baking. Not as much as Gojo but still He won't refuse when you offer him a gingerbread man.

About the gifts... He has no shame at all and buys you presents with your credit card. But this Christmas his masculine side was louder than his arrogance and actually paid himself. Still won't tell you how He got the money.

You don't go to your family on Christmas Eve with him, you go alone for a few hours and then come back to him sitting on the couch waiting.

Nanami Kento

He will gladly help you with decorating the Christmas tree and house. If He has enough energy, Kento will actually take you himself to the shop to buy new decorations and useless things you will use only this year.

Helps you with the cooking. All the meat, fishes and salads are made by him. The only thing He leaves for you is baking. He just doesn't feel it... and the burned paint on the wall in the kitchen too.

He doesn't mind the songs as long as you don't over do it and if you do He will just turn it off, calm himself for five minutes and ask you politely to stop.

On Christmas Eve He presents himself very well in front of the family. Don't drink.

Wash you all over with gifts. All the perfumes and clothes you saw and had on your "to get" list. You never actually try to ask him for anything throughout the year because you feel ashamed, but now him and you have excuses for it.

Geto Suguru

Very gentle and patient with you. Let's you decorate everything as you wish. He eventually helps you carry heavy things and holds you up to place the star or angle on the top of the tree.

Eat everything you made him. He is your no.1 taster. When you cook, Geto will just look at you warmly and taste the food you give him. You can't rely on his truthful opinion at all. Even if it's too salty or sweet Suguru will just nod in enjoyment and tell you that you're the best cook.

He actually enjoys the songs and can sit with you all day and sing them for you or just listen to them begin delighted by the atmosphere.

You both go to each other's parents and then to your friends. You will be the drunk one at the end of the Christmas Eve.

Gets you a one but big gift you want. A new phone? Got it. A expansive dress? Got it. But let's not touch the part that when he takes to go shopping in the december He buys too much for your enjoyment.

Sukuna Ryomen

He doesn't understand your stupid traditions and almost forbid you to actually celebrate Christmas, when He saw you bringing a fucking tree in the house.

He will only eat meat and everything that looks similar to everyday food. Sukuna refuses to eat your gingerbread cookies and candy cones commenting that He won't "...eat some cookie shaped in questionable human, what do you take me for?".

If you want to listen to your songs. Get yourself headphones honey. Ryomen is done with those bullshit songs and their universality. Why would you switch your music taste for a month? Why would you even listen to music in the first place?

He will not come with you nor let you to your parents. If you want to celebrate you can. But only with him alone. You should be happy that Sukuna even let you.

The only thing He does will be actually giving you gifts. Ryomen always loves seeing you so happy and cheery after seeing gifts. And of course most of the present are for his own enjoyment.

[foxes-that-run]

I Did Something Bad (on 29 April 2016)

Taylor wrote Gorgeous, Delicate and Did Something Bad around the same time (see Making of Video), there were all recorded in September but refer to earlier events. In the 29 April 2023 Eras show Taylor added High Infidelity to this story which refers to 29 April.

Timeline

See 2016 timeline

2 January: Harry is on a Yacht with Kendall in the red shirt.

2 February: Harry wore this blue St Laurent shirt on his birthday

11 February - Kanye releases Famous, Taylor & Harry seen in LA

20 February Harry wrote Sweet Creature on the 20th

21 February Calvin started Ole, a bitter song about about cheating. CH wore Harry's shirt in the MV and the red one was included also

28 February: Harry Tweeted you can shake an apple off a tree. His instagram had been B&W for 2 years since OOTW was released October 2014. He posted a colour photo on the 25 Feb 2016. It stayed colour from 7 May.

March 15 - Taylor and Calvin have heavily photographed beach holiday. She repeats this move in 2018 with Joe.

April 29 - Taylor refers to an affair on this date in High Infidelity. as HS and TS were both in LA on that date. Taylor and Kendall were at Gigi Hadid's birthday the night before. Harry's Kiwi music video also includes a kid dressed like Taylor on that night.

May 2 - the met gala was the key date while she was with Joe. On midnights she changed it to 29 April. CH and TS were barely seen together in 2016 and this seems it was over in April. Harry left to shoot Dunkirk. Taylor wrote and recorded IDWLF

29 April 2017 - Our boy celebrated the anniversary of this particular secret rendezvous by getting papped 3 times in the same shirt. They also released Me! and the HH tracklisting on that date.

There is a great detailed post about this here.

Rattata sound

The Rattata sound at the end of I did something bad is also suspiciously similar to a Rakaka sound in a leaked Harry Styles song. In Harry's song, he has a secret rendezvous with an ex who phones him unexpectedly and he picks up on the way home.

This raises a question on the timing of the events of Pick You Up and Did Something Bad, PYU refers to his sister’s birthday which is in December, they were at the VS show 3 December 2014, the songs may be about different days. Taylor was in Australia on Gemma’s birthday 2015. Now we don’t talk seems like they weren’t talking in January.

Calvin's bitter song was' Reggae themed - Ole,

Lyrics

Taylor has said she was inspired by the Stark Sisters in not having remorse for actions.

I never trust a narcissist But they love me So I play 'em like a violin And I make it look oh so easy ... If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

The opening verses set a vengeful mood and highlight the grievance TS had over the Narcissist (CH) taking credit for her work on This is what you came for.

I never trust a playboy But they love me So I fly him all around the world And I let them think they saved me They never see it comin' What I do next This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left

Here TS has also referred to HS as a playboy who wanted to save her and sets the mood for how angry she feels at the situation..

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one They got their pitchforks and proof Their receipts and reasons They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one So light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up)

'they're burning all the witches' also appears on the stairs in the video for Ready for It, another song in the first half of the album that are about HS.

In later songs, Adore You Harry includes "I'd walk the fire for you"

2016 and Reputation posts.