#where it's rated r and they just whatever they want and make it cool

[thelittlestspider]

if spiderman ever goes into the public domain i'm making an adaptation where the characters are queer, get to say 'fuck', and there's bdsm. because i said so.

[nerdyenby]

Better concepts for a minecraft movie, an incomplete collection:

Minecraft Storymode

Put Grian in charge and let him hire/cast whoever he wants

Put Tommyinnit in charge and make it R-rated

Put Ranboo in charge and it will be the psychological thriller of all time

Put Scott Smajor in charge. Full stop.

You could also put MatPat in charge. I’d be cool with that.

Literally just have it be that trope where a dude wakes up with no idea where he is or who he is and he has to learn how to survive while slowly unraveling the mysteries of the world around him

Literally anything as long as it maintain the core message of the game: love, loss, coexistence with the world around us, creation, infinity, and the endless incomprehensibility of the creative potential of the human mind

And do NOT for the love of god make it live action (or whatever you call a handful of human beings surrounded by blue- and green-screens)

[arcanefox207]

The Wolf You Feed (Part 2)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5.6k

Part 2 / ? (Ongoing Series) (AO3)

Summary: Set in a fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.

Warnings: No Outbreak, AU but with TLoU characters, Large age gap (Reader is 29. Joel is 50). Pet names but no use of Y/N. Reader is smaller than Joel and has hair he can grab. POV Switching. Series contains Angst and lots of Smut (to avoid chapter specific spoilers you can expect things such as but not limited to Unprotected PiV, Cream Pies, Oral, Masturbation, Dom!Joel, Subby reader, Pining, Infidelity) 

A/N: In case you are just jumping in, you can read Part 1 here. Part 2 is more smut heavy! I aim to have Part 3 out much sooner as time allows!

A O 3 | M A S T E R L I S T | N O T I F I C A T I O N S

Comments / Reblogs are so incredibly appreciated and give me the motivation to write 🧡

Without further ado... for your reading pleasure.

It’s late on Saturday morning and you have a pot of coffee brewing while you shower. You stand in the stream of hot water far longer than you need to. Your thoughts shrouded by your evening with Joel Miller. How rough but passionate his touch was. How he made you get on your knees for him. How he tasted and how badly you wanted… needed  more of him. Your hands trace over tender spots where he held onto you and you relish the memory. 

He tested your obedience and you followed his orders. You hope it turned him on as much as it did you. You liked surrendering yourself to him. Despite his roughness you felt safe with him. You couldn’t explain it yet but you could feel that his burly facade was hiding something softer. 

You finally step out onto the cool tile and dry off in front of the mirror. You pat your hair down with your towel and when the steam starts to dissipate you catch how happy you look. An old you that you have not recognized for a long, long time. 

You smile to yourself and resolve to put Joel out of your mind for now or nothing would be getting done today. 

The coffee helps wake you up enough to plan out your morning. There is a light coating of fresh snow and the sky looks gray and ominous. A big storm is expected to hit overnight so you head into town to pick up some food and provisions. You make a quick stop at Grind when you see Marlene’s car parked in front.

There are a few customers and you are surprised to see Marlene working. By her expression, she wasn’t too pleased to be there.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach the counter. “You got stuck working today?”

“Yeah, someone called out.” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t feel too bad for me, it’s your turn next.” she jokes. A teenager is busy checking out a customer and another is making a latte. Marlene steps away for a moment to chat with you.

“So…” she prods. “How did it go?” You fail to hide your smile and thoughts of Joel overtake you once again. 

“It went… great.” 

“When can I meet him?” 

You laugh nervously at her question.

“Lets not jump ahead. Right now it’s just something… casual.” 

She is skeptical of your reply and stares at you for a moment, trying to will more out of you, but you don’t give in. 

“Ok. Whatever you say.” She rolls her eyes again. “I have to get back to work, but you are going to have to tell me sooner or later.” She points at you and furrows her brow. 

“Yeah, Yeah.” You joke. “See you Monday!”

You leave the shop and cross the street to the grocery store. The place is mobbed and the shelves wiped out of the most in demand items. You grab a few things and chat with your mom who calls you to check in. Rather, to tell you all about her excursions and gossip about people you have never even met. You don’t mind and just tell her things are going well, you like your job and let her ramble on, not really listening. Mindless chatter in your ears while you shop. 

She does catch you off guard when she mentions hearing about the storm and “Joel will plow for us if we ask him to” casually. Your ears perk at the mention of his name but you act cool and collected. You don’t like the way she volunteers his services so nonchalantly. It strikes a nerve in you and reminds you of how she always insinuates you are incapable of being responsible. It makes you feel defensive for Joel, too. Her disregard for his time further illustrating how self centered she is. This was one of the factors that pushed you away for so many years. 

“Your father will call him later—” 

Absolutely not. You interrupt her sternly mid-sentence. 

“Mom. I will take care of it.” The last thing you want is your parents harassing Joel or trying to control you from across the country. This was a string you needed to make clear was not going to be attached to your current living arrangement.

“I have things under control.” 

“Oh… ok then.” Her tone is short and then she is off talking about her beach plans again. This goes on for another 10 minutes and by now you are in the checkout line. You say your goodbyes and calculate another week or two before you have to do that all over again. 

You hadn’t really considered the snow aftermath but you had a shovel and your car would be good enough to get out of your driveway… probably. You were not going to bother Joel regardless. 

The call puts you in a bad mood as you drive home. The spitting snow reminds you of the impending storm. The cheerful start of the day is gone and replaced with a heavy feeling.

You drive past Joel’s house and wonder if he is home and what he is doing. Wonder if you should call him. Wonder why he has not reached out to you either. You don’t want to be that girl. It’s not like you and him are anything. You shouldn’t be expecting anything from him. However, you still feel a faint sting of disappointment. Maybe he had his fun and that was it. Self doubt poisons your mind but you try to swallow it back. 

The rest of the day you spend eating junk food and watching movies on Netflix. You fall asleep on the couch early in the night before forcing yourself into bed. The wind and snow has ramped up and your power flickers. 

You pull your comforter tightly over you and take one last look at your phone but you already know there is nothing from Joel. 

Saturday Night (Joel POV)

Joel sits up in his loft on his worn out couch, strumming his guitar. He takes a sip of his whiskey, neat, and poorly mouths the words to his song. 

He plays a few more riffs but feels distracted and unfocused. All attempts to keep busy have been ineffective today. He spent the afternoon preparing his truck and stacking firewood. Once that work was done he had nothing but free time.

The truth is, you have been on his mind. It was hard not to think about you. He had only explored the tip of the iceberg with you and wanted more. He knew it wasn’t right to pursue you for a magnitude of reasons, but the desire was not waning. He felt things with you that he had not felt in a long time. Feelings he was afraid to give in to.      

Joel replaces the guitar in his hands with his phone and hovers your name in the recent contacts.  This isn’t the first time today he has almost called you. 

What are you doing, stupid. He thinks to himself. 

He shuts down the moment of weakness and locks his phone. He knocks back the last of his whiskey and heads downstairs. He turns on his TV to the local news and listens to them fuss over the storm. He knew tomorrow would be a busy one for him with his side hustle as the plow guy many locals depended on. Just another thing to keep him busy. 

He goes to take a shower before calling it an early night.

The shower is hot and comforting and in no time his mind is wandering back to you. He thought about your brief evening together and how intriguing you were. How bold you were. How tight you were when he was fingering you and how needy you sounded.  

He puts a fist against the shower wall to brace himself and hangs his head low so his shoulders block the bulk of the water. He uses his free hand to wrap around his semi-hard cock. He remembers your playful hold on him and gently strokes himself. It doesn’t take very long to get hard as he relives that moment in his mind. His strokes get harder and faster and he wishes he was fucking into you and not his own hand.

He groans as he comes and watches his spend drip down the shower walls and into the drain. His few moments of bliss quickly fade away. He balls his fist in frustration at his unfulfilling release. He needs more. He needs you. 

Your Sunday morning begins with anything but peace and calm. You are startled awake by the grinding sound of heavy metal dragging across pavement. You look outside your bedroom window and see the snow has blanketed everything and there are still a few lingering flurries dancing in the sky. The trees are struggling with bent over branches coated in ice and snow. 

Leaving your warm and cozy blanket fortress is the last thing you want to do. You lazily grab a hoodie to pull over your oversized shirt you slept in and your pajama shorts and make your way to the front of the house. The floor is cold on your feet but the air is warm. You cranked the thermostat before bed, making you feel rebellious in the moment but it seemed silly and wasteful now.

You look out the front window that faces the driveway. There you see Joel Miller in his truck, plow attached, barreling towards you and crashing into a snowbank he started building up. He looked so serious and professional backing up his truck with an arm stretched across his seat as he looked over his shoulder. He was so focused he was not aware you were watching him and his scowl at work. 

It doesn’t take long before that familiar ache between your legs returns. The longing to let Joel have his way with you. A desire that is getting harder and harder to ignore.

The realization that you look like you just woke up from bed hits and you scramble to the bathroom to run a comb through your hair and brush your teeth. You can hear the drag of the plow continue as you finish up and then rush to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The stove clock reads 7:32am. Way too fucking early for a Sunday morning.

You hear his truck door slam and the sound of crunchy snow under his boots. He is walking with a heavy foot and grabs the shovel leaning by your door.

Joel is shoveling your walkway, weaving a modest path for you to get from your house to your driveway without trudging through the snow. You can hear him grunt as he tosses the heavy snow out of the way. What would have taken you probably an hour takes him just a few minutes. 

He plunges the shovel into a snowbank when he reaches the end of the path and leans on it to catch his breath. He looks exhausted and rightfully so. You want to comfort him in whatever way you can. At least offer him some respite to show your appreciation. As much as you hate to admit it, you would have been totally fucked if you had to tackle your driveway with your inadequate self. Joel saves the day, again.

You crack open the front door and call out to Joel, reluctantly interrupting his moment of peace. 

“Hey!” 

He slowly turns in your direction when he hears your voice. His eyes scrunch as he makes out your figure hanging out the door. He gives a lazy wave of acknowledgment. 

“Come inside and warm up? I made coffee.” 

He picks up the shovel to return it and makes his way towards you. 

“Yeah, ok. Just for a minute” He follows you inside.

Joel closes the door hard behind him and scuffs his boots on the mat to get off any snow. He brushes his hand quickly over the top of his head to knock off any lingering snow and unbuttons his jacket. He empties his pockets and puts his wallet and phone on the end table. He saunters over to you as you hand him a fresh cup of coffee, black. 

“Thanks.” He manages a smile. He returns to the living room and groans as he lowers himself to the couch. He recklessly sips his piping hot beverage and seems immune to the searing heat and delighted to have it.  He rests his mug on the table and leans back and closes his eyes. His hand comes up to his brow as he pinches his thumb and finger together across his eyes.   

You lean against the doorway between the rooms and sip your coffee. You notice how tired and worn he looks. His damp hair is shiny. His heat is melting the last few snowflakes and making him look messy and wet. His jacket is open and disheveled and his flannel undershirt is haphazardly draping on him as he slouches back. 

Despite all that he is still as handsome as ever and you like seeing him this way. Vulnerable in this out-of-character state. 

“Tired.” He grunts with his eyes closed and it snaps you out of your thoughts. “Been a long morning.” 

You take a few steps towards him to close the gap.

“I’m too old for this.” He sneers as he looks at you with lazy, heavy lids.

“You didn’t have to worry about me, you know…” Your voice trails off as you wonder if he was there on his own volition. You can’t help but ask. You need to know.

“Did… did my dad call you?” 

“No.” he answers firmly with a suspicion in his tone, almost sounding offended. 

“Good. I mean, thank you. That was really nice of you to come over.” You pause and smile at him. You feel guilty, but also have never had someone so capable looking out for you before.  

“I was going to shovel it.” 

He raises his brow at the ridiculous claim.

“No you weren’t. Wouldn’t have let you if I saw ya out there.”

“Well.. Thank you.” 

“S’nothing. I don’t mind… having an excuse to see ya.” His brows raise and wrinkle in the middle. He has a softened expression as he looks into your eyes. 

Your heart skips a beat and is heavy in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it beating. Having an excuse to see you. You replay it in your mind. He wants to see you. You feel stupid for getting carried away thinking otherwise.    

You put your coffee down next to his and casually walk around to the back of the couch. There is a force compelling you to comfort him. Encourage him to relax. That fluttering feeling in your stomach surges. Joel Miller is exhausted on your couch and isn’t going to be putting up much of a fight if you fuss over him and you want to fuss over him. 

You stand behind him and reach your arms down and spread them slowly from his shoulders down to his sides. He lets out a tiny moan as you circle his taut muscles. You pinch and massage them as you go. You lean forward and bring your mouth just behind his ear. 

“You don’t need an excuse to see me.” It comes out softly and seductive. You can feel his body tense under your words. 

You rake your hands back up to his shoulders and curl your fingers under his open jacket. He halfway cooperates as you tug the jacket off his shoulders and pull it away from him. It's wet and heavy and most of the snow has melted into it by now. You toss it on the back of the couch and return to his shoulders. Your hands massage him and you can feel his muscles tight and knotted under your grasp. His head tilts back into the couch as he lets you tenderly work him.

“Feels good. Really good.” He says in a low, almost inaudible tone. His exhaustion has let his body surrender to you and he isn’t fighting to be in control. 

You lean forward again and plant your mouth on his jawline with a sensual kiss. His damp whiskers prickle your cheek as you drag it against him and go to his ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

He makes a deep, throaty sound in response. 

His flannel is damp and hot and he looks so uncomfortable and stuffy now that he has been inside a while. You slide one of your hands down to his chest and unbutton his shirt. You are halfway down and he reaches his arm up and curls his fingers behind your neck, pulling you down to his mouth. You can feel the shift in the room, like you woke a sleeping bear. 

“Come here.” He uses his free hand to tap his lap and loosens his grip on you.

You walk around to the front of the couch and stand in front of Joel. His legs are spread and he is still lazily slouched back but he motions for you to join him. His half unbuttoned shirt teases you with his thermal undershirt peeking out, still hiding his bare skin. At least you are getting closer.   

You step towards him and move to straddle him on the couch. You have a leg on each side and he puts a hand on each hip under your baggy sweatshirt. 

His hold is tender but makes you melt when you feel the wingspan his fingers have on you. His thumbs brush over your hip bones and trace down to the soft skin just above the crease of your thigh as he casually dips them along your waistband. His touch sends sparks through your skin. 

He lazily stares you down with a narrow gaze over his nose, still resting his head back. 

“Keep going.” He closes his eyes as your focus goes back to finish unbuttoning his shirt.   

As you get close to his jeans you can feel him hardening and straining against the zipper.

You pop open the button and carefully unzip him. His cock springs loose in his boxer shorts. It teases you behind the cloth barrier and you reach for his waistband so you can grab a hold of him. His fingers dig into your sides and he pushes you back slightly to make you stop. He fights through the laziness and is now fully alert. 

“You want my cock?” He grits through his teeth.  “Think it’ll fit in your pretty pussy?” He drags one of his hands to your center and grabs you through the fabric. He smirks as he can feel you are wet and damp through your thin sleep shorts. His fingers sneak into the leg hole of your shorts and he teases your clit through your cotton underwear. You clench remembering the stretch from his thick fingers deep inside you just the other night.

“Yes–” your words catch in your throat as he pushes your underwear aside and thumbs over your folds. He barely touches you and opts to tease you instead, deliberately feathering over your swollen clit. You reach down to grab the wrist of his occupied hand and grind into his fingers. Your body craves the friction. 

“Fuck me, Joel.” 

His eyes darken and with a devilish smirk he takes his hand back and watches as you slide off him to take off your clothes. He looks at your body with a sleazy ferocity. If any other guy looked at you that way you would have slapped him, but not Joel Miller. You want his attention and you like the way it makes you feel when he is eyeing you like a starving wolf.

You pull off your hoodie and shirt and toss them to the piles of clothes building up on the floor. You stand in front of him completely naked. Exposed.  Joel brings out a side of you that makes you feel confident and bold. The way he looks at you with intrigue and desire encourages you. You take a brief moment to tease him back and drag your hands over your breasts and one continues down to your cunt. 

Joel stirs in his seat. He is so easy to rile up. He pulls off his flannel and kicks off his boots. His thermal long sleeve remains hugging his body in all the right places. He arches forward as his hand grabs his thermal from the back and pulls it off over his head. It makes a prickly, staticy sound as it brushes over his hair. He tosses it to the ground and for the first time you can fully take in his body without so many layers hiding him. 

His broad shoulders and chest taper down to a narrowed waist. His body is rugged and defined. For an older man his physique had been well maintained thanks to his lifestyle. His tanned skin and his messy, dark hair with silver streaks sends tingles through you. You have never been so physically drawn into someone before on a level that almost felt primal. 

His eyes sweep your body up and down as he drags his thumb along the side of his mouth and rakes his fingers through his scruff on his chin. He bites his lip while he drinks you in. 

“Damn, baby.”  He curls his thumbs inside the band of his jeans and tugs them down along with his boxers. He kicks them off his legs and reaches towards you, wrapping around the back of your thigh and beckons you to return to him. 

“Come ‘ere”

Your eyes gape as you take in his sheer size. It is intimidating but makes you ache with desire. 

You are back in his lap straddling him with little coercion needed. You stretch an arm behind you to hold yourself up and the other touches yourself. This position lets him take all of you in; bare, exposed and wanting. Wet and needy for him. 

His hand reaches for his throbbing cock. He palms himself with a few labored strokes. He is already beading precome at the tip. You feel a pang of jealousy and wish it was your body wrapped around him. He catches the hungry way you are looking at him. You catch how much he likes it. 

“You wanna ride this cock?” He brushes the tip against your opening and you let out a whimper in response and lurch forward. You brace yourself on his forearm and your other hand pushes against his chest to keep yourself upright. His skin is firm as you grip into him. His body hot and radiating like a furnace.    

“Haven’t gotten you off my mind since Friday.” He confesses. “Thinking about how tight my cock would fit in you.” He teases you with the tip again. Your whimper grows into a needy moan making him harder. Making him want you that much more. 

He crudely spits into his hand and rubs it along his shaft and then he notches it at your entrance. You can feel your body begging to be filled with him and you’ve been wet since you woke up to him in your driveway. You’ve lost count how many times you imagined Joel fucking you. He puts his hands back on your hips with a rough grip and you move your hands to his shoulders as you slowly lower yourself onto him. He helps keep you steady. 

“Joel! Fuck–” You moan. His thick cock sears your skin as it stretches you. He is slowly splitting you open inch by inch and you have never felt more full. He lets you control the pace for now, with pained restraint. He searches your eyes to make sure it isn’t too much. He knows he is a lot to take but the slowness is making him go insane. 

Joel lets out a grunt as he gets closer to bottoming out inside you. Your walls clench around him and the sweet pain from the stretch subsides as your body adjusts to his size. You slowly ride him up and down until you have him fully sheathed inside you. Your body is so full you don’t even have room to form complete thoughts. You can only focus on his burning hot heat inside you, tearing you open. Every moment before this pales in comparison.

“Fuck. So tight.” he snarls. His grip on you tightens as he pulls your body up and then thrusts into you, hard. He keeps the pace slow but more forceful than you were. He tries to be gentle but you can feel his patience slipping away.

One hand drags to his biceps where sweat is glistening. As he lifts you his muscles flex and contract he makes it seem so effortless to maneuver your smaller frame. Everything about Joel is big and strong and rigid. The epitome of masculinity.

Each thrust up into you makes you dizzy. You can feel yourself on the verge of orgasm, cock drunk and blissed-out. His heavy breathing and hitches in his voice send you over the edge as he pounds up into you. You ride the wave as he fucks you through it. Your arms entangle in each other and your bodies slap together, sweaty and panting. Your incoherent words and moans heighten with each thrust.

He makes you feel alive and pleasured in a way that you have never felt before. It is intoxicating. 

As you start to come down from the high you feel him getting close to his own release but he is still reserved and careful with you. Through gritted teeth he tries to keep his pace steady and builds you back up, never quite letting you recover.  

“Joel, Don’t… don’t hold back.” You manage to get out of your lips. You stare into him with hooded eyes and can only imagine how fucked out you look. He brings one of his hands up to the side of your face and strokes his thumb tenderly across your cheekbone.

“Ok, baby.” 

He leans into you and in a sweeping motion he twists and lays you back into the adjacent couch cushion. It is more of an oversized loveseat and not very ideal. He barely loses contact with your body as he positions himself above you. You can feel his weighty cock press into you and pin you in place as he leans forward, crowding you in the cramped confines of the couch.  

His mouth is on yours; rough and messy. He bites at your lip as he pulls away and reigns in his focus. Your legs clamp around his sides and your arms hold onto his neck. Your fingers snake into his hair and you grab hold of him. He slides his hands down your sides so he can hold you close as he resumes fucking into you. 

With this leverage, he somehow hits you deeper than before. His cock kisses the deepest parts of you again and again. Your sides bruise as he grips you harder. All his gentle inhibitions have been replaced with raw, unhinged furor. 

His pace quickens as you can feel him coming undone inside you. He is in a frenzy fucking you hard and deep and his grunts get louder. The heavy feel of him dragging out of you and shoving back with such force has you crying out his name along with a steady stream of expletives. 

You are so close but you beg your body to hold on, you don’t want the feeling to end. You want to live in this moment forever being trapped under Joel and being filled with his cock. You moan out his name as the second orgasm explodes through your body.  

“Fuck, baby..” his body quivers as he tries to hold out long enough for you to peak. 

He suddenly sits up and groans as he drags completely out of you. You whimper at the loss of him inside you and his wet, leaking cock slaps onto your belly. He strokes himself once with a heavy fist and grunts as hot ropes of cum spurt onto you. You relish being branded in his release. It coats your stomach and drips messily onto your cunt. You revel in the last fleeting moments of your orgasm being shared with Joel’s.   

He languidly strokes himself a few more times until he is empty. His chest rises and falls quickly as he breathes shallowly. His muscles weaken as the high from his climax rolls through him. 

He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. The sticky mess spreads between your bellies as his body pushes into you. It's lewd and you love it. You love how filthy Joel makes you feel. All you can smell is sweat and sex and Joel.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and then sits back to catch his breath. Your bodies untangle and he goes back to his original spot on the couch. You stay laying back lazily with a leg draped casually over Joel and the other bent at the knee. You still need a moment for your legs to be in any condition to work properly. 

One of his hands rests on your thigh and he grazes it with comforting drags of his fingers. He doesn’t say anything but the gentle contact from him is welcome. The connection you share now is so contrasting to when he was railing you. It is a side of Joel that feels like a privilege granted to you.

The calm is interrupted by a vibration of his phone. Joel reluctantly picks it up to look at the screen and groans with disappointment. He answers it but doesn’t stop rubbing you gently while he conducts his business. 

“Fred, I’ll be there in 20.” 

You can’t make out the other end entirely but you can detect a man's voice. He doesn’t sound happy.

“Yeah, I’m running behind. Your house is next.” Joel tries to placate him. More chatter and you start to feel bad for holding him up. 

You move off of Joel and make your way towards the bathroom to wipe up the mess on your belly and grab your silky bathrobe off the door.  

“Ok, Fred. Be there soon.” You hear him hang up and toss his phone down with a grumble. He turns in your direction as he stands up to pull on his jeans. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta’ go.” His tone is solemn now. You pop out of the bathroom and catch him using his undershirt to wipe up his mess. It’s gross but you like seeing him being comfortable being a typical, nasty man in your presence. Points for being resourceful.

“I heard. Didn’t mean to hold you up.” 

He glares at you and smirks as you make your way back to him. 

“Didn’t mind one bit.” He takes a few steps towards you to meet you halfway and kisses you on the top of your head while he wraps his arms around you. He breathes you in with his embrace and it feels so perfect being wrapped up by Joel. A final moment before it all ends and he pushes away from you, reluctantly. 

“And s’not a big deal. Snow aint going anywhere.” He says as he puts his flannel on, sans the thermal, and starts to button back up. 

His messy hair is mostly dry now and even more unruly with wild curls. You feel that fire inside you building again. It’s insatiable. You don’t want him to go. 

He laces up his boots and gathers his things. 

“Ok. I’m gonna hop in the shower.” 

“Ok, baby.” You exchange a final look and go your separate ways. You feel his eyes on you as you return to the bathroom. 

When you go back to the living room he is gone. All that remains is his dirty shirt and an empty coffee cup. 

Sunday Night (Joel POV)

After a few more hours of plowing Joel returns home. 

He takes a shower just long enough to wash the sweat and stink of exhaust from his body.

He pours himself a whiskey and collapses on the couch to relax. 

His body is weary, but his mind is still firing. It has not stopped. He has to face the reality that he is falling for you, whether or not he should be. 

He pulls out his phone and stares at it blankly. Hesitating. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds the one that he has been avoiding. He knocks back his drink and sends the text.

Joel: Tess. We need to talk.

Onward to Part 3!

Thank you to @magpiepills for beta-ing 🧡

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[perotovar]

this protector — oneshot

moodboard by me

pairing: dieter bravo x din djarin rating: E (18+) content: slight angst, mostly fluff and smut, weed, dry humping, heavy makeouts, unprotected p in a, anal fingering word count: 3.1k dividers: @/saradika-graphics beta: @for-a-longlongtime (ily)

a/n: written for @burntheedges 's Roll-A-Trope! i got "dieter + only one bed". apologies for this being a couple days late! 🥺

summary: dieter and his bodyguard, din, get the wrong hotel room. i wonder what happens...

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“I don’t see an issue.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make the best of the situation!” Dieter exclaimed, planting himself on the lone bed in the hotel room then flopping onto his back.

Dieter’s bodyguard, Din, felt like he’d aged ten years in the last five minutes. He exhaled a heavy breath and watched the actor’s form carefully.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m taking this threat seriously. I get death threats on social media all the time,” Dieter scoffed, sitting up to cross his legs on the mattress. 

Din blinked, looked toward the ceiling, and rolled his eyes. “I wish you’d take this one a little more seriously. They had addresses.” Din made his way to the table in the corner of the room and removed his backpack, taking out his supplies for the evening. His hands brushed over the cool metal of his sidearm at the bottom of the pack. Hopefully he won't need it this evening.

“We’ll be fine,” Dieter groaned, rolling across the bed to ungracefully get back onto his feet. “I’m gonna take a bath, go ahead and do whatever it is you do!” The hotel bathroom door slammed shut shortly after, leaving Din in the room alone. 

“I’ll be calling the hotel staff because they didn’t give us the right room,” Din grumbled, punching the numbers on the room’s phone.

Dieter was more worried than he let on, but he knew he’d be okay. Din was his personal bodyguard and had been longer than anyone else. Dieter knew he could be a lot for some people, but he was glad to see Din’s professional stoicism outlasted any personal issues he may have had.

Resting in the hotel bathtub with some 90s R&B playing quietly from his phone, Dieter exhaled a heavy breath and shut his eyes. 

The threat came from an account that had his own face as their profile picture. He knew his fandom was just as weird as he was, but he didn’t think they’d threaten his life or his career like that. Unless the person was pretending to be a fan of his. Somehow, they knew which hotel he’d be staying in and where the film would be shooting, so he had to have Din attached at his hip at all times. Not that he was complaining, Din was hot as fuck. 

Who was he kidding, Din had never given Dieter the indication that he ever wanted to sleep with him. Did that hurt Dieter’s feelings a little? Obviously, but he wasn’t going to let anyone know that.

After spending long enough to prune up in the tub, Dieter got out, wrapping a towel around his waist. 

When Dieter came back into the hotel room, Din was focused on his phone, typing away. 

Sometimes, when whatever upper he’d taken earlier in the day had worn off, Dieter would come back down to his normally introverted self. He quietly made his way to his bag and put on some pajama pants and comfy socks. He decided against wearing a shirt tonight.

“Hotel won’t give us a room with another bed,” Din sighed, looking away from his phone and setting it down on the table next to him. “They say all the rooms are booked for the next couple of weeks.”

“Oh,” Dieter hummed quietly, pulling out a baggy of weed and his favorite pipe. 

“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

Dieter frowned as he cracked open the hotel window. Crawling onto the bed, he got all the pieces necessary laid out in front of him. “You don’t have to do that,” he said softly.

Din’s face was always hard to read, but it was especially so now. “Are you suggesting we both sleep in the bed… together?”

Dieter took a hit, held it for a moment, then exhaled. The smoke hovered around him as he shrugged noncommittally. “Why not? I’m not going to… do anything to you so,” he coughed.

Din blinked, his eyes softening slightly. “I didn’t think you would, I just… I figured it would be unprofessional.”

Dieter’s head started to feel a little lighter, fuzzier, and that made him chuckle. “Yeah, because that’s so easy with me,” he rolled his eyes, taking another hit. 

“True,” Din huffed and stood to take out his own pajamas from his pack. “I’m going to change in the bathroom.”

The bathroom door was shut before Dieter could protest.

Everything Din did was efficient. His nightly routine took exactly twelve minutes, but this time he stayed in the bathroom for three minutes more.

Sleeping in the same bed with Dieter, technically his boss, wasn’t how he was planning to finish his evening. He knew Dieter, probably better than most people, so he knew the actor was harmless.

But Dieter had this boyish charm to him that Din couldn’t fucking resist. He couldn’t believe he voiced that he was worried about things being unprofessional. He wasn’t worried about Dieter breaking any unspoken rules, but himself. 

Din always kept a respectful, professional distance between him and the Oscar-winner and it worked for him. He hated that he fell for Dieter’s charms like so many others. The only difference was that they all had just an idea of who Dieter was, whereas Din knew his true self.

Dieter’s true self was sweet, shy. Definitely eccentric and weird, but he had an incredible sense of humor and great taste in music. Din wasn’t very good at… people, or talking, so he never really engaged in Dieter’s excited rants about things, but he always appreciated them from the sidelines.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Din out of his thoughts.

“Hey, are you done in there? I gotta pee so bad!”

Din couldn’t stop the smirk from growing on his face.

An hour later, Din was laying on the bed close to the edge with the hotel blankets covering him from the waist down. He was checking in with Dieter’s manager and signing off for the evening. Dieter was curled up next to him a respectful distance away.

“Hey, Din?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” Dieter mumbled.

Din plugged his phone in and set it down, looking back at the actor with a frown. “What for?”

Dieter sighed. “Making you share a bed with me, I know it’s not… I know you probably don’t want to.”

“You didn’t make me do anything, Dieter,” Din said softly. “Besides, this is my job. If anything, I can guard you easier from here.”

A flicker of sadness crossed Dieter’s features before he chuckled humorlessly. “True. G’night, Din,” he mumbled, turning onto his side away from Din and turning the lamp off.

Din bit his lip in thought, but ultimately didn’t push anything. “Goodnight, Dieter.”

3:37 AM

Din has always been a light sleeper, but especially so when on the job. So, when he hears Dieter moaning and groaning in his sleep, it doesn’t take much for Din’s eyes to open.

Dieter was often very cuddly, but he always kept a respectful distance from Din. Din supposed that changed once he was asleep, because it wasn’t long before Dieter was curling his arms and legs around the guard’s entire body and squeezing tightly.

Dieter made a satisfied hum in his sleep and cuddled closer, resting his head on Din’s broad chest.

Din froze, then subtly moved his arms so it was more comfortable. The actor made a quiet noise in his sleep, making Din watch him carefully. Dieter’s hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions. Din thought it was adorable, and before he could stop himself, tangled his fingers into the thick curls. 

“Mm, keep doing that,” grumbled Dieter, voice thick with sleep.

Din froze, tugging on Dieter’s curls in the process. A quiet gasp left Dieter’s lips, making the actor lift his head to blearily look at his bodyguard. 

“Wha’ y’ doin’?” Dieter slurred, rubbing a big hand over his face.

Din’s face was like stone, but he blinked rapidly as his cheeks warmed. “Um. Y-you were cuddled close and it woke me up,” he whispered.

“Ohh, sorry. I can move–”

“No, it’s okay. Just– Just go back to sleep, Dieter.”

Dieter furrowed his brows, assessing Din’s motives before a smirk grew on his face like he’d just clocked Din from across the room. He saluted Din sleepily and giggled. “Sir, yes sir!”

Din rolled his eyes, but smiled to himself when Dieter rested his head on his chest again.

“You’re warm,” Dieter hummed. It wasn’t long before he was snoring again.

Din snorted and shut his eyes. “Thank you.”

Din woke up at 6:30 every morning. It would be a miracle if Dieter got out of bed before 10am. Thankfully it was a day off, so Dieter didn’t have anywhere important to be for once. 

Even though Din’s eyes were open and he was awake, he didn’t move. Couldn’t move, actually.

Dieter was clinging to him and subtly, well, humping Din’s thigh. There was no way Dieter was fully conscious. 

Din took a deep breath and steeled himself. He looked down and the sight before him was probably one of the most erotic things he’d seen in a while.

All in Dieter’s sleep, the actor was rolling his hips against Din’s muscular thigh and burying his face into the bodyguard’s torso, mouthing at the thin material of the shirt. Din was sure if he weren’t wearing anything, there’d be a hickey on his chest.

“Mm,” Dieter moaned quietly.

Din blinked, then looked towards the growing bulge in his own pajama pants. 

“Dieter,” Din whispered. When the actor didn’t respond, Din tried again, voice sharper.

”Huh? What, what happened?” Dieter stirred awake, eyes still mostly closed.

”Um, y-you…” Din gulped, unsure how to say anything. This was probably the least composed he’d ever been on a job.

Dieter squinted at him, trying to figure out what was wrong. When he felt something twitch against his leg, he looked down, then froze. Dieter slowly looked back up, but never removed himself, his leg still curled around Din’s waist. 

“You, uh…” Dieter cleared his throat, a shy smile gracing his features. “You want some help with that?”

Din’s eyes widened as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

Dieter giggled, leaned over, and kissed the bodyguard languidly. Din made a noise in the back of his throat, but slowly melted into it, kissing the actor back. Dieter hummed happily, crawling onto Din’s lap properly.

”I have lube, gimme a sec,” Dieter breathed and nipped Din’s bottom lip. He quickly got up from the bed and tossed his pajama pants to the floor, leaving him stark naked in the hotel room as he dug through his bag for the lube.

”D-Dieter, wait, this isn’t—“

”Do you not want to?” Dieter asked, standing over his bag, hard cock protruding proudly from between his legs and lube in hand.

Din blushed. He looked away for a second and asked whatever god above that would listen to make this not weird afterwards. He exhaled a heavy breath, and turned back to the actor.

”I do.”

Dieter felt like his face would split in two from smiling so hard.

They’d been making out for what felt like hours. Din’s cock was starting to throb between them. Dieter had removed Din’s pajamas like he was a piece of precious art and Din wasn’t sure how to react to that.

”Din, please, I’m ready,” Dieter pouted, humping Din’s thigh impatiently.

Din chuckled and nodded. “Alright,” he paused, holding Dieter’s pudgy hips. “Hand me the lube, please.”

Dieter grinned and leaned over, passing the bottle to Din’s strong hands. Din drizzled a generous amount onto his two middle fingers before pulling the actor closer to him. The sensitive heads of their cocks brushed against each other, making Dieter gasp weakly, and Din hiss in pleasure.

”C’mere,” Din grunted, pressing Dieter’s chest against his own so the actor’s ass was poking out and slightly spread from how he was sitting. “Relax for me,” he whispered.

The first press of Din’s middle finger against Dieter’s rim had the actor’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. The temperature difference between the lube and Din’s warm body had him shuddering hard. 

“That’s it,” Din hummed, pressing his middle finger inside to the second knuckle.

”F-fuck—!” Dieter gasped, his face buried in Din’s neck.

”Mhm,” the bodyguard grinned, slowly working Dieter up to a second finger. It wasn’t long before Din was pumping his two middle fingers inside Dieter’s tight hole, the lewd squelch from the lube nearly echoing off the hotel walls.

Dieter moaned, rolling his hips back against Din’s fingers as he tried to fuck himself on the thick digits. His eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks were flushed, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the handsome, competent bodyguard underneath him.

His cock oozed pre-cum onto Din’s belly, the head flushed a deep red color. “Want you… inside me,” Dieter panted, biting his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Din watched Dieter closely, fucking his fingers at a steady pace. “That what you want?” He asked, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried his best to keep a cool head, but Dieter could tell from the sweating beeding at his temples that he was holding back a lot. The actor wanted to see him let go for once.

”Y-yes. Please, Din,” Dieter pleaded, leaning over to kiss the guard’s neck tenderly.

”Alright,” Din groaned, slapping one of Dieter’s cheeks, but not enough to leave a mark. Maybe next time, Dieter thought. “Get up. You wanna ride me?”

Dieter’s cock twitched hard between them. “God, yes, more than anything,” he groaned.

Din got comfy against the pillows and squeezed Dieter’s thighs. “Go slow, okay? I don’t…” He bit his lip in thought. “Don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

A crooked smile grew on Dieter’s face. “This ain’t my first rodeo, cowboy,” he winked. Dieter knee-walked until Din’s shaft was nestled between his ass. He hummed at the feeling and relished in Din’s big hands on his hips and thighs, but he could tell Din was a little nervous.

Dieter cupped Din’s face and kissed him properly, easing Din down from whatever ledge he’d led himself to. “I’ll be okay,” he whispered, lifting his hips. He reached between his legs and slowly, carefully sank down onto Din’s cock.

A punched-out groan left Din’s lips at the tight heat enveloping him. He breathed hard, closing his eyes. Dieter smiled, his chest heaving as his body grew accustomed to the stretch.

”It’s… It’s been a while, gimme a sec,” Din wheezed, pressing his head into the pillows underneath him. 

Dieter hummed happily and ran his hands over Din’s strong chest. He did this often enough that his body was already starting to relax. This particular stretch though, knowing it was Din’s cock inside him, had Dieter going a little lightheaded. 

Din nodded and looked up at him. “Okay,” he smiled shyly. “I’m ready.”

”Good, because I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” Dieter smirked. He lifted his hips and slammed them back down, making himself moan out loud.

Din joined him, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and lips parted in shock.

Before either of them knew it, Dieter was treating Din like his favorite dildo, fucking himself like his life depended on it. He rode Din’s cock lewdly, his own dick bouncing between them and covering their skin with pre-cum.

Dieter tossed his head back as Din’s cock hit his prostate. “Mm, fuck,” Dieter giggled, resting his weight onto his hands on Din’s chest. He rolled his hips, watching Din’s fucked out face closely.

”Fuck,” Din breathed. “You’re so…”

Dieter’s breath hitched a little and he smiled, wrapping his arms around Din’s neck. He kissed the bodyguard’s cheek. “So what, huh?” He teased.

Din groaned and gripped onto Dieter’s pudgy hips tightly, digging his nails in. “C’mere,” he growled, planting his feet onto the mattress to get better leverage. He lifted Dieter’s body enough so he could fuck up into the actor’s body.

Dieter moaned out loud, throwing his head back. Din set a punishing pace, fucking Dieter hard. “D-Din! Fuck,” he gasped. He could feel the weight on his tummy and thighs jiggle with each of Din’s thrusts and it made him blush all the way down to his chest.

A loud smack broke through the heavy, sweaty air as Din lost himself in the pleasure. Dieter felt a sting on his left ass cheek and it made him bite his lip. 

“I’m gonna c-come, Din,” Dieter whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing between their bodies. 

“Good,” Din growled again, holding Dieter’s soft body close against his hard one. “Come for me,” he panted, not letting up on the pace he had.

Dieter whimpered into Din’s neck and stilled, coming hard over Din’s chest and tummy. He moaned weakly in the aftershocks as Din followed the waves with his thrusts. 

Dieter deflated against the bodyguard’s broad chest, catching his breath. Din pet his hair, moving the sweaty curls off his forehead. “Did so good,” he hummed happily. Dieter’s eyes lit up with the praise and it made his head go a little fuzzy. 

”Now you. Wanna suck you off,” Dieter decided, voice full of determination. He was down there between Din’s legs before he could protest.

Dieter hummed appreciatively and curled his fingers around the thick shaft, lightly tapping the head against his tongue

”Jesus, Dieter,” Din groaned, hips bucking slightly. Dieter engulfed him in one fluid motion, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm. Din moaned, arching his back off the mattress. His fingers tangled through Dieter’s curls and tugged hard. Dieter whimpered, his whole body shivering in response. 

His cock twitching heavily and before he could warn Dieter, Din came hard down the actor’s throat. Dieter moaned in shock, but swallowed everything down happily. 

Dieter lifted his head off of Din’s cock with a lewd suck and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned and crawled up the bed to cuddle against Din’s chest. “We’re doing that again.”

Din laughed low in his chest. “Not anytime soon, gimme a minute,” he chuckled.

Suddenly, the hotel room phone started ringing, startling them out of their afterglow. “I got it,” Dieter said, standing next to the bed and answering quietly. He hummed along in response to the hotel clerk before saying, “Oh, that won’t be necessary. Thank you.” He hung up shortly after.

”What was that?” Din asked, stretching his body like a lazy cat against the sheets.

”Oh, a room with two beds opened up,” Dieter said, jumping back onto the bed.

Din blinked, his brain slowly catching up with itself. A smile slowly grew on his face when he realized Dieter turned it down. 

“C’mere, you.”

Dieter giggled as Din pulled him close.

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why hello there.

Listen,I don’t have much to say about the newest LO episode so here’s an ares ranking to go along with the other ones.

Spoilers.

Percy Jackson:

6/10

Look,Ares is a really weird figure when it comes to how the media presents him.

Almost always they present him as this sexist frat boy when in mythology he is:

A reported protector of mistreated woman.

The patron god of the amazons and was worshipped to the point that their leader had 2 babies with him.

Scored the GODDESS PF LOVE AND BEAUTY and there is no way you cannot convince me she doesn’t have some pretty high standards(even though apparently you can convince most of the writers on this list)

And as much as I love Percy Jackson,it is not devoid of crimes.

In the first book,he helps Luke/Kronos steal Zeus’ master bolt and Hades’ helm of invisibility as to start a civil war within the gods.id say this is a pretty good portrayal overall.

…until we get to the second book.

This myth will be very important so long story short:a daughter of ares got r*** by a son of Poseidon so Ares,like any reasonable and bloodthirsty god of war,fucking killed him.

After this,he got put on trial for murder as if he wasn’t the literal god of bloody war,and all the ladies vouched for him so he got set free.

Let’s just say,Rick Riordan didn’t know of this myth.

In the second book,there’s a scene where Clarisse La Rue,a DAUGHTER of ares talks to him through a magic mirror.

There,he threatens her and says he should have sent one of his sons on the quest.and keep in mind she is his FAVORITE DAUGHTER.

So yeah.

I don’t really like this portrayal but he gets points for bringing Clarisse and (technically)Frank into this world since I like them both.also the fact that Percy could tell he had beef with him even without having any other memory.

Lore Olympus:

1/10

FUCK THIS GUY

Remember when I said that modern Ares was more often than not a sexist frat boy?we’ll add “predator” and “Reddit nice guy” to that list because RS can’t write.

If in Percy Jackson Aphrodite had terrible standards here said standards are so much worse.

He spends MONTHS trying to seduce a 19-YEAR-OLD and then tries to marry her without her consent.

Also,sir,YOU HAVE THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY FULLY AT YOUR DISPOSAL AND YOURE PICKING A GURL WHO DOESNT EVEN KNOW HIW TO USE A COMPUTER????

Great.this guy is a predator,Reddit nice guy,AND stupid.

I remember saying that the only character who could get a lowers rating than LO Persephone being LO hades and then I remembered this fuck existed.

Fuck him.

Hades:

10/10

Your know when you see something and then immediately want to wash your eyes with soap?this is my soap.

He is my third favorite Olympian in the game,coming third to Hermes and Artemis.

So here’s a few reasons why I like him:

Doom anything with impending doom and the increasing doom damage boon does absurd amounts of damage.

Curse of nausea is one of the best duos in the game.

He respects woman.(oh look they finally Aphrodite standards)

His quest is stupidly easy and he was the first Olympian who’s bond I maxed out.

I know this joke has been made so many times but.he really is a Chthonic simp.

He doesn’t get too pissed if you don’t pick him is trial of gods.hes just here for the bloodshed.

It may be just the fact that almost every other interpretation of ares is bad,but I really like him.

Also Aphrodite wearing his face paint in hades 2-

OSP:

7/10

He’s cool.

I really don’t have much else to add except the helmet stays on during sex.

Gods school:

5/10

Welp Back to the incels-

Him straight up telling Aphrodite that he can do whatever he wants because she won’t leave is just.why.

I don’t get why people go to this myth,turn it around,and act as if they’ve done a service by making Ares miserable when in the myths it was already a good ending.

What is with the obsession with making ares a toxic ex boyfriend when in the myths him and ‘dite were literally love and war.

Another issue I have with gods school is the fact they made Aphrodite a Karen Smith when in the myths shes a Regina George but that’s a problem for the Aphrodite ranking.

Also I just realized the Aphrodite Hephaestus ares myth is the og “I fell in love with a bad boy story”-

Epic:the musical:

8/10

I don’t have a physical picture of him but I already like him.

The only time he he appears is during a bit of an unfinished song but he does bring up some pretty good points,like the Scylla thing.

Also the fact Athena didn’t directly refute any of his points but instead persuaded him with the fact that the moment Ody gets home the suitors are going to be fucked is surprisingly great.

Also can I just say how absolutely hyped I am for god games?Aphrodite’s part fucking rocks and I’m excited for Apollo and Hephaestus.

Also here’s my ranking for epic Hermes since I wasn’t part of the fandom back then:

10/10

*insert dolphin laugh here*

[crappymixtape]

where you go i go too

everyone’s home for christmas break, so steve drags you to a party, but tommy’s there being a creep – steve has to confront his old ‘friend' | (  2.3k, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

W H E R E  Y O U  G O  I  G O  T O O 🎶 bodies, the knocks, MUNA, tycho

“C’mon, it’s a party, we’re supposed to have fun.”

The heat of Tommy’s breath washed over your neck, heavy with the scent of bourbon and cheap cigars, and he was drunk.

“Fuck off, Tommy,” you snapped, shouldering him in the chest, wanting nothing more than a breath of fresh air and Tommy fucking Hagan out of your face.

“Ooo, feisty, I like,” his nose wrinkled as he emphasized his words, hand catching your wrist as you turned to walk away. He pulled you back against him, giving you one of his devilish grins. “Carol won’t care, she’s not coming home for Christmas,” he gave you a wink then and you couldn’t take it anymore.

The grip he had on you was vice-like, and for a split second you felt your heart rate flutter against your neck. If he really wanted to he could pull you away, down the hall behind any of the doors and do whatever the hell he wanted. Panic threatened to wreck your cool and you quickly looked over his shoulder for Steve, but he was no where to be seen.

You’d only come to this fucking party because it was Christmas break and everyone was home til New Years. Steve said it’d be good for you both to get out, spend time with people your own age for once – no offense to the kids – but it had proven to be nothing short of a shitty time.

Everyone that had been a dick in high school still was, except for Steve, and college only seemed to make it worse. The popular girls were even more cliquey, wanting nothing to do with you when you approached to say hi, and all the guys were only there to hook up.

Resigned to the fact that Steve was off doing whatever the hell he was doing and not coming to save your ass, you closed your eyes and took in a breath to try and steady yourself.

Then, leaning in as close as you could bear, you put your lips to Tommy’s ear, voice saccharine sweet, “You’re an ass.” And your knee moved so fast he didn’t have time to think before it connected with his crotch.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he half groaned half yelped, doubling over in pain, and you couldn't move fast enough as you walked quickly across the living room to the kitchen. Anything to get away from that creep.

Your face must have said volumes because the girls that had been crowded around the bowl of punch chatting about their nails or something just as stupid scattered without hesitation. Grabbing a red cup from the stack you dunked it into the bowl, not bothering with the ladle, and downed it in one go.

Vodka. Gross.

Wiping the back of your hand across your lips you dunked it again when you felt someone grab your shoulder.

“Tommy, I said fuck off,” you snarled, rounding on what you assumed was a second attempt to yank you into a bedroom, but instead found yourself face to face with the stupid idiot that had dragged you here in the first place.

Your mouth firmed into a straight line and you said nothing as you turned back to the bowl.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve scrambled around you so that you were facing each other and he put his hand back on your shoulder, “What was that?”

“Nothing. This party sucks,” you snipe, giving him a shitty look before downing your second cup of gross vodka and Kool-Aid.

Steve’s brows furrowed and he straightened, eyes scanning the room, then stooped back down to look at you again. “What’d he do?” he knew, it was always Tommy, and you knew the look on his face. If you hadn’t been so angry about everything you might have told him how much you liked it when he looked at you like that, but you didn’t have it in you. Not now.

The two of you had been friends forever, since the second grade, always following each other around to parties or movie night or Upside Down shenanigans. Just friends. But lately. Lately it felt like more. Like crackling static buzzing between the two of you anytime you were close. Anytime he pulled you into a hug. Anytime you caught him looking at you while you sat close on the couch watching movies with the kids. And it was there now, but you were too angry.

What’d he do? Steve’s words echoed again in your head, pulling you back to the present and you set your jaw, looking away from him.

“Just being Tommy, fucking creep,” you went to dip your cup in for thirds, but Steve’s hand gently caught your wrist before you could refill it. “Hey!” yanking your hand away you gave him a glare, “It’s a party. We’re supposed be ‘having fun’ aren’t we?”

Jamming his tongue into his cheek, Steve sucked in a breath, a piss poor attempt to keep his cool as he looked up at the ceiling. Bringing his gaze back down to you he took your hand again and gently, but firmly pulled you out the sliding door and onto the patio.

The cold Indiana winter hit you square in the chest, taking your breath away. Even your grandma’s old bedazzled Christmas sweater couldn’t hold any warmth. “What the hell?” you could see your breath as it carried into the night air, glaring at Steve.

His face was struggling between anger and concern and he put his hands on his hips as he leveled with you. “Tommy! What’d he do?” he asked again, flinging a hand out for emphasis, and you felt yourself coming down from the mixture of anger, panic, and shitty vodka.

Biting in your bottom lip you looked away from him, eyes dropping to your chucks that were quickly cold as ice in the small bit of snow still on the ground. “I don’t know,” you started, throat tight as you tried to put words to how for a minute you felt scared. For a minute you weren’t your confident, don’t-fuck-with-me self. And all because of some asshole.

“He–” your words caught in your throat and you cleared it, trying again, “–he tried to get me to…mess around or whatever.” The last part of your sentence was said quietly, almost a whisper. Saying it aloud made it feel more real, made you think about what might’ve happened had you not kneed him in the crotch.

Steve had closed the gap between you two, you hadn’t realized until his fingers softly lifted your chin, trying to meet your gaze. “Fuck him,” Steve said decidedly. His other hand took yours for just a second, squeezing it reassuringly, and then dropped it to storm back inside.

The slider door slammed open on the frame and the buzz of laughter and yelling quieted immediately, ‘Need You Tonight’ by INXS blaring from the speakers was the only thing cutting the silence.

“Tommy!” Steve’s voice was loud over the music and the crowd quickly parted giving him a path straight to what used to be his best friend.

The shit eating grin on Tommy’s face was enough to make Steve want to level him right then and there, but he knew better. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the King,” Tommy drawled, pupils blown from all the keg stands and cigars, hands lifting up as he gave an over-exaggerated bow.

“Shut up, Tommy,” Steve snapped, bringing himself well into the other man’s space. Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater Steve pushed two fingers into Tommy’s chest and shoved, “Get out.”

Ooooooo.

A crowd had gathered now, leaving enough space in case punches were thrown, and when you finally shoved yourself to the front your stomach dropped. A small groan escaped you and you covered your face with your hands. Why did it always come to this?

“Steve,” you hissed, “Drop it.”

But he either didn’t hear you or ignored it – probably the last one – and hadn’t pulled his gaze away from Tommy who’s response to getting told to leave was laughing.

“Fuck you, Harrington. I’m not leaving,” Tommy crossed his arms over his chest and took a step toward Steve. The toes of their shoes were almost touching as he bit in his lower lip, grinning ear to ear, “You’re gonna have to make me.” The smug look on Tommy’s face was enough to make anyone want to punch him at that point and every pair of eyes at the party immediately settled on Steve, waiting to see what he was going to do.

A dark laugh escaped Steve as he shook his head, turning to look at you as if to say, this fucking guy. A few others chuckled along with him, but the tension was thick.

Then, you saw it first, Steve’s fist ball up at his side, and when he turned back to Tommy it cut through the air, slamming into Tommy’s jaw.

“Oh shit!”

“Fuck him up, Harrington!”

“C’mon, Tommy! Don’t be a pussy!”

Tommy yelped and put a hand over his face, a lilac colored bruise blooming where Steve’s fist had landed. “Man, fuck you, Harrington!” stooping down Tommy lunged at Steve and tried to catch him around the waist, but Steve was too quick. Probably because neither of you had had too much to drink just yet, but Tommy crashed into the coffee table just behind Steve with a crack! the wood top breaking in two.

Shaking his hand, Steve grimaced and quickly shoved past a couple people who were crowding over Tommy to get to you. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he grumbled, holding his hand against his chest.

“Best idea you’ve had all night,” you say rolling your eyes, but your tone didn’t hold any venom.

You grabbed the front door for him and followed Steve down the front walk to his BMW parked on the street. His one step made up for two of yours and you had to half jog to keep up as he stalked along the pavement.

Unable to help yourself, you looked over at his hand as you got to his car, his good hand reaching to open the passenger door for you. One of his knuckles was cracked and bleeding and the rest of his hand was bright red.

You bit in your lower lip, worrying it between your teeth as the door closed next to you, plopping down into your seat. Clicking your belt into place, Steve fell into his seat quickly after you and started the car. He turned on the heat, ‘Girl Like You’ by Foreigner quietly playing through a bit of static on the speakers.

Neither of you said a word as he waited for the car to warm up, but you could tell his hand hurt. His brows were knitted together as he slowly flexed his hand open and closed, and when he closed it he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hey,” almost instinctively you reached across him for his good hand, voice soft as it was your turn to give a reassuring squeeze.

Steve lifted his gaze from the steering wheel to meet yours, the light from the street lamps turning his brown eyes a soft caramel color. A small huff of a laugh escaped him as he threaded his fingers with yours, “Sorry. That party did suck.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile, but it fell when you looked back down at his hand. “Your hand…” you started, untangling your fingers from his to ghost over the cut and bruises that were forming.

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse,” he joked, and while you knew he was right, demobats aside, he was still hurting. His eyes flicked back up to look at you and you felt the last little bits of anger melt under his gaze. Even now, brow furrowed and hair haphazard, he was still so fucking pretty.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, reaching a hand up to brush a few stray hairs out of his face, letting it settle on the line of his jaw.

Steve leaned into your touch, it was warm and soft as you both sat in the wintery cold, and he was thankful for it. “S’okay,” he murmured, his good hand moving to brush his thumb gently across your cheek, “You’re worth it.” The smile he gave you then sent your heart rate racing, heat rising in your cheeks, and you could’ve sworn you saw the same in him.

The air between you felt electric as you held each other softly, tenderly in a moment where only the two of you existed. Swallowing the nerves that were creeping into your chest, you blinked softly, lashes sweeping your cheeks. “Steve…” your voice was gentle, more timid than usual, and he could sense your hesitation.

“Yeah?” he said, leaning in just a little closer, your noses almost touching as his bruised hand settled on your waist.

Quiet again, you couldn’t muster a response, and instead closed the gap between the two of you by pressing your lips against his.

Steve was soft and sweet and you could taste the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier in the night. The leathery cedar scent of his cologne made your head hazy and when you finally pulled away the absence of him made your heart ache.

“Hm,” Steve murmured thoughtfully, hand still gently resting on your cheek, “That’s funny.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, finding nothing funny about what had just happened, but he caught it on your face and laughed softly. “My hand feels better,” he joked, the corners of his lips tugging up into a grin.

Letting out a small groan you shook your head and slipped your hands down to his chest to grab fistfuls of his scratchy, woolly Christmas sweater. ��Well, then you better do it again, Harrington," you said, matching his grin. Pulling him into you there in the idling car, the warmth from the vents not the only source of heat in that moment, you kissed him again. And again. And again.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani, help me turn my new work place into something more 🌈?

I recently started working at a local bookstore. It's a small place, but very charming and inviting. However it's in a dire need of more LGBTQIAP+.

Since I'm also responsible for bringing in new books to the store, I already got the two TEC books, all 5 volumes of Heartstopper and the two books of Aristotle and Dante.

So, Dani. What do you recommend me to get? It can be any genre, really.

I just saw this! I'm sorry, it got lost in the ask box.

Congrats on your job and it sounds so cool and fun! And kudos to you for making the bookshop gayer yay.

Instead of recommending you specific books, I'm going to direct you with broader suggestions instead.

More Than Just MLM - Make sure to have more than mlm books. Most popular LGBTQ books are about gay relationships and it's important that we make books about other queer people accessible too - especially queer woman! For instance, check out Alice Osmen's other works. I'd recommend Loveless (about asexuality) among others. Here is a list of book recs about Lesbian and Bi women. A list of trans books by trans authors. A list of books with asexual main characters.

2. Pick Non-Famous Authors - Don't just have the famous books by famous authors (like Heartstopper or whatever else). Sometimes famous books are expensive and some queer people (Especially teens) have to buy these books from the money they've saved up and can't afford all of them. Make sure to have books by smaller authors who are also good because these books might be affordable.

3. Find Accessible Books - I'd also recommend that you find books that have audiobooks versions and for readers who are not comfortable taking a physical copy home. So even if they can't buy it, you can say 'hey you can look up the audio book etc). This is also important for queer people who are blind or dyslexic. Here is a list of queer audio books that are freely available on Spotify.

4. Looks for Writers and Stories from Diverse Countries - Make sure the books you have aren't just about white queer people. And no, I am not talking about something like firstprince where one of them is poc. Mixed race queer couple stories are becoming a trend (not a bad thing but I can and will write a thesis on it later) but what I mean is that we need to promote more queer stories that are about queer people who live in countries other than the US and UK. For example, a queer story from India written by an Indian author - not just 'about' an Indian. Similar, a queer story about a Mexican trans woman, written by someone from Mexico, etc. This is so very important! Here are some LGBT books published by different authorise from different countries.

5. Find Books For and About Adults - Don't just go for YA books. I know YA books are more popular in queer media. But sometimes older queer adults prefer to read about older queer people. Sometimes young queer people want to know what it's like to be an adult queer old. So make sure to branch out more than just YA books. Some of the lists I've shared above already has many adult books (when I say adult I'm talking R rated but rather it's about adults - not teens).

5. Don't Stick to Romance - Make sure to have different genres, not just romance. Not all queer people (or cisgender people) want to read queer romance. Make sure to have different themes and genres including mystery, drama, poetry, short stories, etc. Here's a list of queer sci-fi and and fantasy books.

I know you can't get ALL of these - especially because it's a small place. But as I've said I can't recommend you which books to buy. (Other than Loveless hehe) But I hope these notes are helpful for you (in general) when you're trying to get more books in the future.

ALSO - everyone please reblog/reply with your fave queer books to help annie out 💙

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Youngkyun has no idea how he got into this party or why he was even there. When the hostess invites him to a private party, who is he to refuse? Pairing: Youngkyun (Hwiyoung) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: parties, language, kissing Smut Warnings: dry humping, size kink, hair pulling, balcony sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 1,368

Chapter 5: Change of Pace ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 7: What are the odds?

Youngkyun snakes his way through the crowded mansion. He could not tell you how he found his way into this part of the island and into this party. He really was enjoying a leisurely week relaxing on the beach, but it’s probably about 2 am, and he’s here instead of in the beach house with the others. He doesn’t know where exactly he’s trying to go, but somewhere slightly less crowded would be lovely right now. Youngkyun pushes his dark hair back and out of his face, but it still falls back down in his eyes.

“You lost?” he hears a woman’s voice shout over the music.

He turns around and sees a rather beautiful woman, tiny but gorgeous. You’re dressed to impress but still in the appropriate attire for a house party. You offer him a sweet smile that makes him feel comfortable with you.

“Just trying to find somewhere quieter.” he yells back.

“Follow me!” you reply.

You offer your hand out to him, and he takes it. You guide him upstairs, weaving through the sea of people as best you can. Taking him up the grand staircase, you do your best to ignore the not-completely-sober people making out all over your house. You guide the tall man into your bedroom and shut the door tightly. The pulse of the music downstairs still comes through the walls, but it’s very diluted.

“Better?” you ask, leaning against your door.

“Yeah, thanks.” he responds, throwing himself back into the desk chair, “You know the host?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You just seem to know this house really well.” You chuckle, “I’d hope I know my house well.”

“Yours? Damn, nice place you have.”

“My parents just wanna keep me out of their hair, honestly. Thanks though.”

You sit on your bed, lean back on your hands, and sigh. He seems to study your body language and your relaxed energy. You’re studying him just as much. He’s trying to figure you out and if you’re down to do anything. You absolutely are. You guess you just need to show it. Standing up, you walk towards him. His eye follows you. Even when you’re standing directly in front of him, he’s looking up at you. It’s something you shouldn’t get used to with his stature, but you enjoy it while you can. You place your hands on his shoulders and climb into his lap. He keeps his hands respectfully on the armrests until you give him a clear sign that it’s okay. You lean in, leaving barely any space between your lips, allowing him to stop you if he wants. When he doesn’t, you connect your lips to his. He practically growls into the kiss and finally places his hands on your hips. You find yourself sinking into his lap more and grinding against him.

“Ya know, you’re so tiny.” he muses through the kiss, “I could probably pick you up and split you open like it’s nothing.”

“Yeah?” you sigh back, “How about you show me that then.”

He smirks at you, “Look at you, leaking all over my pants. You don’t have any upper hand here, doll.”

He takes your words as a challenge, lifts you up, and presses you against the wall beside the door to your balcony. You aren’t sure what he’s planning, but you couldn’t care less. How he’s kissing you has you on cloud nine, maybe even higher.

“How do you feel about getting fucked on that pretty balcony of yours?” he rasps.

You nod, “If you don’t, I’ll leave right now.”

“You’re a bad liar, tiny.” he chuckles, “You go on out there. I’ll be right behind you.”

You thank whatever higher power there is that you opted not to wear anything under your short dress. You lean your arms on the cool stone balustrade and have your dress hiked up over your hips. You feel his presence behind you, but he isn’t touching you yet. You can hear his footsteps approaching you, then his slightly rough hands on your ass. His other hand rests on the stone beside your arm. He leans down, so his face is next to yours.

“You look prettiest like this, tiny. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle getting fucked by me? You won’t break the moment I’m inside you?”

“I won’t break, please, get inside me already.” you whine.

“Whatever you wish.” he chuckles.

You can hear the clink of a belt being undone, and soon after, you can feel him grinding his bare cock against your pussy. You whimper at the sensation and push back against him. He chuckles and gently pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion and place your forehead against your arm.

“That’s just the tip, angel. We have quite a ways to go. You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” you gasp, “just be slow.”

He does just that. After each inch, he checks on you and reassures you that you can stop whenever if it’s too much. You tell him to keep going every time, though. Once he’s fully inside you, he places a hand on your hip and rubs small circles into it. You’re more than ready to move on, though. You thrust yourself onto him with a wanton moan. He doesn’t stop you, either. You fuck yourself on him as if your life depends on it. You know you probably sound and look desperate, but that was the least of your worries right now.

“You’re doing so well. Tight little pussy keeps sucking me in.” Youngkyun muses.

He grabs your hair and drags you up to be flush against his chest. Now he takes over and thrusts into you at a bruising pace. You absolutely love it. The slight pain of him pulling your hair, combined with how roughly he’s fucking you, makes you feel amazing. You’re hardly staying on the ground at this point. You’re on your tiptoes just to stay in the right position for him. Everything about him is so big you can’t get enough of it. The sound of his hips meeting your ass with each thrust makes the situation more arousing. The beach breeze makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but it’s more than welcomed with the heat of the moment. He tugs your hair slightly harder, and you make eye contact with him. He looks completely lost in lust, just like you.

“Where do you want me to cum, tiny?”

“Anywhere, just let me cum too.” you moan.

“Go on, make a mess on my cock.” he muses, “As much as I’d love to stuff this tiny pussy full of my cum, I doubt you want to go back to your party dripping all over the place.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you drop your head further against him and enjoy the feeling. He doesn’t take much longer to make your orgasm come crashing over you. You babble out nonsensical words and moan. Youngkyun follows not long after, pulling out and cumming across your ass. You cringe slightly at the feeling of the pearlescent liquid dripping down your thigh but not enough to feel disgusting.

Youngkyun retreats into the room momentarily and finds a random piece of fabric to clean you with. You appreciate the gesture. Not many hookups, let alone ones who are nameless to you, do this. He gently kisses your shoulder and offers to take you to your bed. Accepting his offer, you are now cuddling with this unnamed man under your blankets. Even though neither of you is wearing very comfortable clothes, the room’s energy is comfortable.

“You wanna stay the night? It gets lonely in this place all alone.” “If you wish me to, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you, um-”

“Youngkyun.” he smiles, pulling you to lay your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Youngkyun. I just hope you know once I’m recovered from round one, we’re going at least another two times.” you smile as if you’re talking about a perfectly innocent topic.

He raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs. Yeah, he isn’t going back to the beach house tonight. He’ll deal with the interrogation tomorrow. Right now, all he can focus on is you.

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[bemyparabataiintheshadowworld]

Love Or Death

Type: One shot about Jace TV Show: Shadowhunters Rating: Rated R Trigger Warning: Death, blood Paring: Jace + Arabella Word Count: 5000+ Enjoy!

"you're not easy to find," Jace said as he finally had her cornered. "That's the fun part" she smiled as she turned to face him. "True," he said. "Why are you trying to escape?" he asked. "Because what I do is no one's business and you Jace need to realize that," she said. "Arabella now you know I can't just mind my own business now" he chuckled slightly. "You have never been able to do that," she smiled. "That's true," he said as he moved closer to her. "What is it that you want with me?" she asked. "To love you" he smirked. "Love me?" she laughed slightly." Jace, you know nothing about love' she rolled her eyes. "I can change that" he grabbed her by her hips. "Oh, can you now?" She placed her hand against his chest. "You can change that," he said. "I'm just a silly mundane," she said as she pushed him away. "I didn't mean that Arabella," he pouted. "it was a stupid conversation," he said. "Oh was it now?" She said, "Well those words hurt," she said. "I'm sorry," he said as he pulled her close to him again. "Yea right" she rolled her eyes. "Sorry you got caught," she said. "No I'm truly sorry" he kissed her cheek. "You're not some silly mundane to me," he said as he moved his lips against her neck. "Uh-huh," she said as she started to moan. "Forgive me" he whispered in her ear before nibbling at her ear. "I don't know Jace," she said. "Please," he said as he continued to suck on her neck. "Are you a vampire now?" she asked. "I can be if you want me to," he said as he gently bit her neck.

She started to moan as he continued to suck on her neck. She placed her arms around his neck as he pushed her against the wall. She decided to take full advantage of the situation as she moved her hips against his. She pushed him against the wall, removing his shirt. Placing her lips against his neck, slowly moving down his body. Getting down on her knees, undoing his pants. Sliding them down allowing him out of his pants, he was already excited. She kissed up his body, sucking on his neck as he leaned his head back moaning. She took him into his hand, rubbing him softly making sure he was hard. Then she pulled away from him and walked away from him. Leaving him wanting her but knowing she was out of reach. He sighed and pulled his pants up as he watched her walk away. He knew she needed time to cool off and forgive him, it just sucked that he had to wait for her. Arabella was something else, she was the girl that made Jace fall in love. He would do anything for her and that scared him. He went back and started working on the next mission with Alec. Of course, Alec could tell Jace was frustrated in more ways than one.

"Calm down, it's not going anywhere" Alec jokes. "Ha ha, very funny" Jace snapped back. 'Arabella is still mad at you I see" Alec said. "Maybe," Jace said. "Did you say sorry?" Alec asked. "Of course I did," Jace said. "I don't know what else to do," he said. "Maybe don't call her a silly mundane person," Alec said. "Ok asshole I get that" Jace rolled his eyes. "Don't take it out on me," Alec said. "Can we just figure out our plan for this mission?" Jace asked. "Sure bossy pants," Alec said.

They finished preparing for their mission. It was late so Jace went to his room, where he found Arabella waiting for him. He sat on the bed waiting for her to speak.

"So you have nothing to say?" she asked. "I do but wanted you to talk first, get whatever you need to get off your chest," he said. "Am I just some stupid mundane to you?" she asked as she looked at him. "Of course not," he said as he grabbed her hand, pulling her between his legs. "You are so much more to me" he admitted. "Am I?" she asked. "Yes and I hate that I've made you insecure" he looked up at her. "Jace" she looked at him. "I've fallen for you," she said. "And I have fallen for you," he said. "I never thought this would work out between us," he said. "Why because I'm just some silly mundane?" she said as she walked away from him. "Because you are a mundane, not a silly one," he said as he stood up. "I've never fallen for a mundane person before and you've never known my world before," he said as he moved closer to her. "You've shown me so much of your world," she said. "And I love having you a part of my world but let's be honest, not many mundanes know about the shadow world," he said. "I know that but I just want to just be some silly thing to you," she said. "Arabella you aren't" he pulled her to him by her hips. "Promise?" she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes I promise" he leaned in and kissed her softly.

She kissed him back, holding onto him by his shirt as she deepened the kiss. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, he moved over on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her softly before laying beside her. They spend the night just cuddling and talking about everything. He tried his best to make sure she knew how much she meant to him. He also understood since the comment he made, it would take time for her to be secure with him again. She snuggled close to him, resting her head against his chest. Using his heartbeat to put her to sleep, he was her safe space. In the morning she woke alone like she normally did. She took a quick shower before she left the institute and went back to her apartment. She grabbed her books and notebooks for class.

"There she is," someone said. "Hey Jordan" she smiled as she saw him. "Where have you been?" he asked as he hugged her. "Just out, enjoying the night," she joked. "Fun, so tonight you're coming right?" he asked. "To?" she looked at him, trying to figure it out. "My birthday party," he said. "Your birthday was like a month ago," she said. "Yea and finally everyone can get together for it," he said. "Of course, I would be there, wouldn't miss it," she said. "Good, see you later," he said. "Bye," she said as she left the apartment.

Jordan was her best friend since she could remember. They were always together and always inseparable. People even thought they would end up together but they have always just been friends. Even though Jordan was her best friend she didn't tell him about Jace or the shadow world. It killed her not to tell him but certain secrets were to keep him alive and she wanted to keep it that way. It was dangerous for her to know these things but Jace would never allow anything to happen to her. She finally arrived at the college campus, going straight to her class. Once she finished all of her classes she went back to the apartment. When she arrived the door was opened. She slowly entered and noticed everything was knocked over. She wasn't too concerned about the things but the blood caught her attention. She followed the trail of blood into the kitchen. She saw Joran laying on the floor with a pool of blood around him. He was clutching his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. She grabbed a towel and rushed over to him placing pressure on the wound. She called 911 and tried to keep Jordan calm, as well as keep herself calm. It seemed like it took forever for the ambulance to get there. They finally did and she moved out of their way. Arabella rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital. She was left out in the waiting room as they rushed him back. She called Jace hoping he could come to the hospital. It didn't take him much time to get to the hospital. He quickly found her in the waiting room and rushed to her side. She didn't tell him what happened so when he saw the blood he was concerned.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. "I'll kill whoever did this," he said. "It's not me, it's not my blood," she said. "Who?" he asked. "It's Jordan," she said. "What happened?" he asked. "I came home and the door was open, I found him in the kitchen," she said. "It will be ok," he said as he pulled her into a hug. "I'm scared I'm going to lose him," she said as she started to cry. "I got you," he said as he rubbed her back. "We will figure it out," he said. "I don't know what happened," she said. "Shhh it's ok," he said as he sat down with her.

He quickly called Alec telling him everything that was happening. It seemed like the minutes were standing still, with no updates. A few hours later finally a doctor came out.

"Who's here with Jordan?" the doctor asked. "I am," Arabella said as she stood up. "Come this way," The doctor said. "Ok" She nodded as Jace followed her. "I'm sorry to inform you but Jordan didn't make it through surgery," the doctor said. "What?" She said as she started shaking. "I'm so sorry, we have already contacted his family," the doctor said. "No this can't be happening" she started crying. "We are supposed to celebrate his birthday today," she said. "I'm sorry," the doctor said once again before walking away. 'NO!" she broke down crying, falling to her knees.

Jace helped her stand back up, cradling her into his chest. She screamed and cried, hitting Jace's chest. She was lost, she was angry. He placed his hands against her cheeks, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. Kissing her forehead softly as she started to calm down. He held her close to him as Alec came into the hospital.

"Alec, what is it?" Jace asked. "Come with me," Alec said. "Sure," Jace said as he sat down with Arabella. "Stay here, I'll be right back," Jace said. "Ok," she said as she took a deep breath in.

He walked down the hall with Alec trying to figure out what was going on.

"Spill Alec" Jace finally said. "Demons," Alec said. "Demons?" Jace asked, "Her place is full of demon DNA," Alec said. "Who is Jordan?" he asked, "Her best friend, why?" Alec said. "He was killed by a demon, they are coming after her" Alec said. "Why?" Jace said, "They are demons, do they need a reason?" Alec said. "True" Jace sighed. "We need to keep her safe until we figure it out," Alec said. "Got it," Jace nodded as he walked back to the waiting room. "Come on Arabella," he said as he grabbed her hand. "I don't want to go home," she said. "You are staying with me," he said as he placed his arm around her shoulder. "Ok," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

They made it back to the institute and Jace took Arabella into his room. She lay on the bed as he went to go fix her some tea. He knew the tea would put her to sleep so he could figure out what was going on.

"Here you go my love," he said as he returned to the room. 'Thank you," she said as she took the cup from him. "I know today has been hard but you need to get some rest," he said. "I'll try but I don't know if I can," she said. "All I see is how I found him," she said. "I know," he said as he sat down next to her.

Once she finished the tea they laid back in bed together. She snuggled close to his chest, feeling safe in his arms. She drifted off to sleep, he leaned in kissing her forehead softly before getting out of bed. He went into the meeting room with Alec and Isabelle trying to figure out what was going on.

"Do we have any leads?" Jace asked. "Do you know Lilith?" Isabelle asked. "What about her?" Alec and Jace both responded. "Well she's the one that controls demons so maybe she would know," Isabelle said. "So we have to make a deal with the devil basically to save my girlfriend?" Jace asked. "Girlfriend?" Isabelle smiled. "Yes, my girlfriend and I need to keep her safe," Jace said. "Well maybe you shouldn't have brought her into this world," Alec said as he crossed his arms. "I know a mundane person shouldn't know about the shadow world but she was different," Jace said. "Different to get her killed," Alec said. "Enough you two," Isabella said. "Just saying," Alec said. "And your job is to protect the mundane and guess what Arabella is," Jace said. "Oh shut up Jace not everything revolves around your big head," Alec said. "I don't mean to step on anyone's toes, just need to figure this out," Jace said. "And we will Jace," Isabelle said. "We will keep her safe," she said. "Thank you," Jace nodded.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Arabella was struggling to stay asleep. She was tossing and turning in the bed. She started having weird visions in her mind. Jordan came to her in a dream, saying that she needs to leave. Leaving Jace and the institute, she wasn't safe there. She woke up sitting straight up in the bed, her heart pounding out of her chest. That's when she realized she was alone. She tried to calm herself down and slow her heart rate as she turned the light on. She made her way to the window, opening it to allow fresh air to come in.

"Jordan I'm so sorry," she said as she looked up at the sky. "I'll always love you," She said as her tears slipped from her eyes.

As she was looking at the moon, wishing she could change everything. There was a dark cloud hovering over the building. Slowly creeping towards the window. Once she realized the cloud it was too late because it entered the room. She slowly backed away from the dark cloud until she hit the wall. She tried to scream but nothing came out, the dark cloud had control and she didn't know what to do. The dark cloud disappeared into Arabella, her eyes turned black and then back to normal. The demon had Arabella's mind locked up so it was just the demon seeing through her eyes. Jace had no idea what was going on when he returned to the room.

"Hey babe," Jace said. "Didn't know you were awake," he said. "It's ok Jace," Arabella said. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked. "Because your best friend just died," Jace said as he looked concerned. "Oh that, I've pushed my feelings down," she said. "It's how I deal with things," she said. "Are you sure you are ok?" he asked. "Yes I'm ok" she smiled. "Ok well let's get some sleep," he said as he grabbed her hand. "Sure," she said as she followed him back to the bed. "Come here" he pulled her close to him. "Hey, you" she smiled as she leaned in kissing him softly. "Hey" he smiled against her lips.

She turned the kiss from gentle to passionate. Pulling on his bottom lip as she ran her hand down his chest. She gripped his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his stomach. He finally pulled it off, throwing it onto the floor. He moved over top of her, leaning down and kissing her softly. He moved his lips down to her neck, and she leaned her head back and moaned. He nibbled slightly making sure to leave a mark. He wanted the whole world to know she belonged to someone. He gripped her shirt, pulling it up and removing it from her body. Leaving her in just her panties, he leaned up just to take in her body. He pushed her hands above her head, pinning her down. He took his free hand running it up her thigh, in between her legs. That night he played with the devil without evening knowing it. After she cuddled to his chest, they both started drifting off to sleep. In the morning Arabella woke up with him in the bed. She sat up and stretched her arms before getting out of bed. She made her way to the bathroom and got ready for the day.

"Hey, you," Jace said as he walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hey" she smiled. "How are you this morning?" he asked. "I'm fine," she said. "Are you sure?" he asked. "WHY do you keep asking me that?" she asked as she closed her eyes. "Because you just went through something traumatic," he said. "Jace, please help me! They have me trapped" Arabella said. "SHUT UP," the demon said as it took back over. "I didn't say anything" Jace looked confused. "But what has you trapped?" he asked. "Don't mind me, just woke up" she said. "Look at me," he said as he turned to face him. "What?" she asked. "Look at me," he said as he grabbed her chin, tilting it up so she could look at him. "See I'm fine," she said as she looked at him. "Yea ok," he said as he could see the emptiness in her eyes. "I'll head back to my apartment," She said. "You can't, it's a crime scene," he said. "Well where can I go?" she asked. "I want you to stay here," he said. "Sure," she smiled.

They went down to the kitchen to get breakfast and after that, they went their separate ways. She stayed at the institute but she was away from Jace. The demon who was controlling her went through files, and computer systems just trying to figure out what mission.

"Stop trying to fight against me! I'm going to win" The demon said. "What?" Alec asked as he walked by. "Just talking to myself," She said as she looked at him. "Ok," he said he thought it was weird but he just walked away. "Excuse me you aren't supposed to be in this room," Isabelle said. "Oh sorry," Arabella said. "Silly me," she said. "Uh huh weird how Alec didn't catch that," Isabelle said. "Guess he's busy," she said as she went back to Jace's room. "Can we talk?" Alec said as he walked up to Jace. "Yea I think we need to talk," Jace said. "It's about Arabella," Alec said. "I know," Jace said as he pulled Alec to the side. "Something isn't right with her," he said. "So you've noticed it too?" Alec asked. "Yea" Jace nodded. "Her eyes are empty plus she said something weird this morning," he said. "Weird like what?" Alec asked. "Please help me, they have me trapped," Jace said. "Something has her trapped?" Alec asked. "She could have a demon," Alec said. "The demon that killed Jordan is Jace's ex-lover," Isabelle said as she pulled it up on the computer. "Wait what? How?" Jace asked. "I don't date demons," he said. "Well apparently when she died she had a lot of hate in her heart and got trapped down in hell," Isabelle said. "Can that happen?" Alec said. "Yea it can" Isabelle nodded. "That's who's in Arabella," Jace said. "Wait, someone is controlling Arabella?" Isabelle said. "Yea we think it's the demon," Alec said. "Well we have to kill the demon," Isabelle said. "And that's a risk because Arabella is mundane," Alec said. "It could kill her," Jace sighed. "But we don't have any other choice," Alec said. "I know," Jace said. "And last night" he shook his head knowing what they did. "Where is she?" Alec said. "Last I saw she went into Jace's room," Isabelle said. "Let me talk to her first," Jace said. "Sure" Alec nodded.

Jace went to his room where he found Arabella laying in the bed. Alec and Isabelle guarded the door while Jace was inside. They were ready for anything and kept an eye on Jace.

"Hey babe," he said as he walked in. "Hey" she smiled as she sat up. "So can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Yes of course babe," she said. "Ok Lavinia" Jace said. "So you have caught on" she giggled slightly. "Oh my innocent Jace," she said. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Because you damned me for all eternity," She said. "No, I think you did that to yourself," he said. "Now your precious love is gone forever," she said. "What did you do to Arabella?" Jace asked as he stood up. "Just locked her up" she smirked. "Now are you afraid of me?" she asked as she stood up. "Arabella, if you can hear me know everything will be ok," Jace said. "Please forgive me," he said. "Forgive you? Why would she ever forgive you for killing her?" she asked. "Because that's the only way to get me out of her body," she said. "I know that," Jace said as he started to get angry. "Wonder who Jace will choose," she said as she walked around Jace. "It's always the next pretty thing that comes his way," she said. "I loved you Lavinia but our lives just could work," Jace said. "Oh you LOVED me" she chuckled. "That's great to know," she said. "Please make this easy," Jace pleaded. "Now why would I want to do that?" she asked. "I love to watch you squirm," she smirked. "Oh come on," he said. "What can I do?" he asked. "Nothing honestly," she said. "I'm sorry, Arabella," he said. "I want you to pay for what you did to me," she said. "What did I do to you? Realize I wasn't in love with you?" he asked "Yes! everything was going perfect and you ruined it," she said. "Perfect for you but it was never there for me," he said. "I'm truly sorry," he said. "You're just saying that so I'll leave your girlfriend's body," she said. "No I'm sorry that I hurt you Lavinia '' he said. "Yea right, you just want to banish me from her body," she said. "But you have to kill poor Arabella," she said. "It doesn't have to be like this," Jace said. "It's love or death," she said. "Please" he begged, signaling to Isabelle and Alec to come in. "Poor Jace doesn't get what he wants," she pouted.

Alec and Isabelle came into the room, grabbing Arabella. Holding her down while Jace grabbed his seraph blade. He stabbed Arabella in the stomach, trying to get the demon out of her. Lavinia, who was using Arabella's body, screamed and fought to stay in her body. It was too much and she vanished back down to hell while Arabella was released from the prison in her head.

"Jace" she cried out. "I got you," Jace said as he pulled out the blad.

He cradled her in his arms, adding pressure to the wound. Alec and Isabella rushed to give medical attention, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Arabella stay with me," Jace said as he held her in his arms. "Look at me," he said. "Jace" she looked up at him. "I love you" she whispered. "I love you," he said as he brushed the hair from her face. "You will be ok," he said.

She closed her eyes as they continued to work on her. Medics rushed in taking her to the hospital. Jace followed them and held her hand while they were working on her. He closed his eyes and just prayed that she would pull through. He kissed her hand as he tried to stay hopeful. He knew seraph blades were dangerous to mundanes and he could lose her. He just couldn't allow Lavinia to control Arabella. The thought of Arabella being trapped in her mind was torture enough. He ran his stelle over one of his ruines, to take Arabella and himself to a happy place.

-Flash moment-

"Jace wake up silly head," Arabella said as she kissed his cheek softly. "Uh?" he rubbed his eyes. "Wake up" she kissed him. 'mmh" he smiled against her lips before kissing her back. "Morning," he said. "get out of bed," she said, "No, stay with me," he said as he pulled her back to him. "I'm right here Jace" she looked at him. "I know and I want to keep you right here," he said as he leaned up on his elbows. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing babe" he placed his hand against her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin. "Ok well I made breakfast before we go to the beach," she said. "Breakfast?" He looked at her. "What did you make?" He asked. 'Waffles and bacon," she said. "Blueberries, strawberries, and some mangoes," she said. "Sounds good," he said as they both got off the bed,

He grabbed her hand and led her downstairs. He made them both a plate as she sat down at the table. He leaned over kissing her forehead softly before sitting down at the table. They began to eat and once they finished he cleaned up the kitchen. She went and got things ready for the beach date they had planned. Once he finished cleaning up he went back upstairs to get ready for the beach.

"Pick one for me," she asked as she held up her two bathing suits. "Um the red one," he said. "Thank you" she leaned over and kissed him softly. "This is the girl I fell in love with," he said as he looked away, tears burning his eyes. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "Sorry don't mind me," he said as he tried to push the thought out of his mind. The thought of, in reality, she was fighting for her life. "Once I change, I'll be all ready to go," she said. "Ok sounds good babe," he said as he kissed her softly.

They left the house once she changed and went to the beach. They spent the whole day at the beach, playing in the water. Building sandcastles and just laying around enjoying each other. He was taking in every moment because he didn't know what would happen once they came out of this happy moment. She leaned against her elbows as she took in the sun, it was starting to set.

"I love the beach, we should move closer to the beach," she said. "Maybe one day," he said as he looked at her. "I totally would," she said as she looked at him. "Yes I can see you living on the beach with your three kids" he smiled. "And my husband," she said as she leaned over, kissing him softly. "Nah it wouldn't be me" he joked. "And why can't it be you?" she asked. "Because my track record says otherwise," he said. "But you are with me now so everything will be ok," she said as she grabbed his hand. "I sure do hope you are right" he sighed as he sat up. "What is going on with you today?" she asked. "Nothing, just thankful for moments like this," he said as he stood up. "Moments like these are what we live for," she said as he helped her up. "Yea it is," he said as he picked her up, running towards the water. "JACE" she yelled as she started to laugh as they went into the water.

The waves washed over them separating them. When they came back to the surface he grabbed her, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to stay attached to him. He leaned down kissing her softly, she smiled against his lips before kissing him back. She gently pulled on his bottom lip before pulling away. He looked at her as the sun was setting, the night sky coming in.

"Look at the moon," she said. "It will never be as beautiful as you are," he said. "Oh stop it" she gently pushed him. "It's true," he said as he held her close to him. "I love you, Jace," she said. "I love you" he whispered in her ear. "Please come back to me," he said. "Guess we should get ready to go," she said as she pulled away, swimming back to the shore. "Yea" he nodded as he swam back as well.

He walked up to the beach and started to pack their things. He realized that she wasn't there with him, he turned around and she was still at the shore. She had her hand over her stomach, blood was dripping from her hand.

"Arabella," he said as he rushed to her side. "What's going on Jace?" she asked as she looked at him, with tears in her eyes. "This was just a moment in time to distract us from reality," he said as he also had tears in his eyes. "From reality?" she asked. "What's going on?" she looked at him. "It's a long story but I stabbed you and now you are fighting for your life," he said. "You stabbed me?" she asked as she looked down at her hand. "Not on purpose, I didn't want to Arabella," he said. "It was to save you from the demon," he said. "I understand Jace," she said. "I'm sorry" he placed his hand against her cheek. "I love you, Jace," she said as she looked up at him. "Please stay with me," he said. "I will always love you," she said.

-End of the flash moment-

The moment ended quickly as he opened his eyes back to reality. He was left in an empty room, blood all over the floor. He didn't know where Arabella was or what had happened. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked around the room. Tears filled his eyes as he placed his head down in his hands. His worst fear had come true, she was gone and it was all his fault. She was the woman that came into his life and turned his world upside down. The only one he ever loved and now he feared that she was gone. Was she truly gone?

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Under Where

When you’re building a story, consider. How deeply do you want your character to know their world? How personal is the story? What is the scale you want to write on?

Basically, if you’re going for an epic save-the-world fantastic story, you can gloss over a lot of little details. What do people eat? Eh, whatever the tavern/spacer’s bar is serving. How do they travel? Whatever’s most Dramatic. Does it actually make sense to feed horses in this passless mountain range/ pump fuel to spaceships in this particular abandoned space lane? Eh, who cares? So long as the action or mystery is tantalizing enough, you just need to sketch the basics and let the readers’ minds fill in the rest.

A specific example? If the story’s a Traditional Heroic Fantasy or otherwise R-rated then your Evil Overlords can strip characters naked and never mention underwear.

....However, if you’re aiming for a solid PG-13 where they’re almost naked, you need to know!

In the case of Colors of Another Sky, I may eventually have my characters crossing oceans to other continents. Yet it still won’t be an epic quest. It’ll be for personal reasons. And maybe kingdom-level reasons, but it’s not a “the world is at stake!” More “the climate’s going to get worse and we need time and resources to try and keep it from getting worse for us personally. Also, I want chocolate.”

Yes, they’re out to save lives, but... it’s not meant to be epic. I want to tell a story of specific people, and part of that is how hard it is to acculturate to an entirely new way of life. So I need details on a much finer scale than Epic. Food. Building styles. Clothes. And yes, underwear. Because that’s a detail that is very hard to change in your life and get used to.

Seriously, look up stuff by historical reenactors. There are no shenanigans like clothing shenanigans. Though learning that your silk clothes could stay cool and clean through several wearings because your linen undershifts handled the sweat and body oils, and thus might need to be boiled clean... interesting.

So. Underwear. Cooking. Heating. Labor-saving devices. All things that make life bearable, or annoying, depending on your day. Because sometimes making life better means killing monsters before they kill you. And sometimes....

Well. Sometimes it means improvising a washing machine.

(Working mothers are going to love them, so much....)

[furiousobservationtragedy]

Bnha has some serious Male Gaze issues

I used to love bnha but now it feels like it is one of the shows which you think are very cool but as you grew up it gets filled with plot holes and many more

If you are trying to make a scene with dramatic tension then it's not helpful for a character to have some fun service which servers nothing to the plot in any way, Momo's costume can be done correctly but the author refuses to and I have seen better design which looks so much better than whatever she has it going?

it almost feels like the poor excuse of the author and I Just can't...because if you are going to make a character like momo with her quirk then at least make it logical because no way that costume can be easy to wear and run in the you require a lot of running and let's not talk about the lack of characterization they get.

Take Maki from JJK she has a impact on plot, has good characterization and is well written and had a bit of fan services when she did the split in a scene, the author can write Female character perfectly unlike someone else.

I want to say this for a very long time...Geez.

For anyone concerned with spoilers, I’ll only mention events until the school festival arc. I will also be referencing the anime instead of the manga, since that’s the media I have watched recently.

Shounen anime tends to fall into the trap of focusing more on its male characters over their female ones due to their target audience being teenage boys, and unfortunately, Boku no Hero Academia is no exception. While it does have its empowering moments with the girls/women of the show, such as Uraraka’s fight with Bakugou, a lot of the plot arcs gave more focus to the male characters, and it would be dense to defend BNHA from sidelining, sometimes even sexualizing its female cast.

Starting off let’s talk about certain costumes of female heroes, especially those of Midnight and Momo Yaoyorozu. Midnight is introduced as the ‘R-Rated Hero’, and her costume is used to reflect the identity she presents herself with. You might say that this is empowering, showing that women can dress sexily and however she wants without caring about the criticisms of others.

Unfortunately the only reason she was shown to be an 18+ hero is to show suggestive shots of her through a very problematic boy’s (a whole different topic) perspective, and I hate to admit it, but I find her character rather shallow. Midnight is shown to be a good teacher, but I can’t think of any defining moments for her other than showing appreciation for the youth of the school (using comments that can be taken as creepy at worst), using her quirk to either test her students or prevent them from getting too violent in a fight (which is pretty cool and I wished it’s used more in actual battles and not in school exams), and helping them pick their names.

Overall, my impression of her character ranges from ‘Oh, she exists’ to ‘Wasn’t she the weird suggestive teacher that was definitely used for fanservice?’ I heard there’s a spin-off manga that introduces her in her school years as a hero in training herself, but if we do get more of a glimpse into her personality there, I wished it carried to the main story instead of having to read a whole other story to understand her character better.

My next complaint is Momo Yaoyorozu. Being a classmate of Izuku’s, she receives more screentime than Midnight, so thankfully we have more of her character to go on either than ‘she’s just there’. You probably have heard of this thousands of times but my main problem is with her costume. It’s not practical for combat or even quirk usage, because nobody can convince me that costume is better than an open back costume, which would provide a much more suitable way to create larger items that wouldn’t rip her clothes apart.

In fact, in the USJ training arc, there was a moment where Momo used her quirk to create a blanket protecting her and Jirou from Denki’s electricity quirk, and to do so, she has it produced from the back of her body, thus ruining her hero attire into shreds. Momo then excuses herself, saying that she could just use her quirk to make new clothes to cover herself. Let’s say that she’s in a similar scenario where she has torn up her clothes again, and she used her quirk to replace her clothes, only this time she has to repeat the process frequently, and every time she uses her quirk to mend her hero costume, it adds on to the danger of overusing her quirk. Momo’s revealing costume does not help her make full use of her quirk. If anything, it limits it.

And of course, the entire design itself sexualises Momo, a 15 year old minor, and even if that was not the writer’s intentions, people (and yes, such disgusting people exist) will see her in an inappropriate light, and more tact should have been shown to avoid that. I am tired of the It’s just fiction! argument. Fiction does affect reality to an extent, and even grown-up adults would blur its lines from time to time.

I also heard the argument of how it would be very likely that Momo would become a R-Rated hero like Midnight, hence why her hero design appears to be so. To that, I respond with that’s absolutely not true, and if it does happen, it would go against what had been built up for Momo’s character. We were shown her internship where all she did was advertise beauty products with her status as a hero and looks, and she was CLEARLY unsatisfied with that. Do you really think that she will be like Midnight, a hero who uses her beauty and sex appeal to make herself more well known?

There’s so much more to talk about the costume department, especially with characters like Mount Lady, and the problems with BNHA’s female cast are greater than this particular area. A few of the points that anon mentions actually reminds me of some well made videos on YouTube addressing this problem more in detail, so here’s their links if you would like to check out more on this topic:

[tv-gh0st]

Day 1- But now this room is spinning while im just trying to fill in the gaps

Day 1- "But now this room is spinning while im jus trying to fill in all the gaps" (726 words) by Prime_Path Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Four & Legend (Linked Universe) Characters: Legend - Character, Four Additional Tags: Sickfic, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Four (Linked Universe)-centric, Wumptober, Is that not a tag?, Damn, Legend is a good big brother, or atlest hes trying to be, im pissed that isnt a tag, i will make that a tag with my own bare hands if i have yo, Four (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Legend (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug Series: Part 1 of Wumptober 2023 Summary: Four is just having a bad day, and Legend is trying his best to help he swears. Wumpee- Four, kinda Legend Characters- Four, Legen

today was a doosy, im posting this technically on october 2nd yes but the fic was posted on 11:59 pm so it counts

now why is this so horribly done and posted so late, because although ive started almost all the prompts already i technically havent finished them all(im not gonna be ad bad as today i swear) and i had really bad writers block on todays the today came around and its all shit

anyways thats my rant you can actually ready the fic now ig

Everyone was cold wet tired hungry and you know one or two of them would be sick(they couldn’t sleep out unless they all wanted to get sick), and it seemed like a miracle when a portal opened up, bad news they got thrown into Wilds goddessdamned Gerudo dessert. And it was fucking cold. 

Atlest they could make a fire now.

But that really didn’t matter right now, because the moment Four walked through that portal he passed out, the last thing he heard was Legends squeaky noise as he was suddenly on 'make sure Four doesn’t die' duty.

The next time Four woke up he was very disappointed to find out they were still in the dessert. Apparently they got fucking split up And Four got really sick from the rain from the last Hyrule. He also felt very very fuzzy when he woke up. His head was pounding and he could barly  hear anything his vison had black all around it and whatever wasn’t black spots was blurry as fuck. The thing that bothered him the most was how loud it was, he couldn’t hear anything yet everything was so loud in his head.

"F-r -OUR!" 

"R-red?"

"ye- m- tuic red"

Four couldn’t hear a word of that so he just squinted at Red? Well he tried but the need to close his eyes won and Four effectively passed out, the last thing he hears being a grunt of some kind.

The next time he wakes up Four feels every so slightly more lucid, he can even hear again(the static in his head is sounding more and more like fighting by the minute) everythings still hot and blurry but he soon feels a wet towl? On his face.

"Hmm"

"Four!"

Said boy tilts his head, that’s not red is it? Maybe it is. No. 

"thank godesses your finally awake." Legend? He thinks that’s who it is.

"yes im Legend." 

Oh hes talking outloud. 

"mhm"

"Come on you have to eat something, which means you have to sit up, I only have rations and ingredients but its better then nothing." as he said that Legend was helping him sit up, well Legend was kinda just doing it all but Four aprecieted it a lot actually, as he had to get helped eating the tastless jerky that the captain hands out for rations.

And that’s were they were now, Four getting basiclly fed and he just felt horible and the arguing got louder in his head and it felt like it just kept getting louder and louder and louder until.

"SHUT UP" 

Hed barly been awake for 10 minutes and he couldn’t take it anymore he just wanted to go back to sleep and wake up in a nice cool inn where they had food and water and were his brothers were with them. 

"-our Link?"

Oh yeah legend, fuck legend. Hed yelled, it wasn’t ment at him everythings just so loud and everythings spinning and he just wants everything it shut up shut up shutup shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup.

"link!"

He felt heavy presence of Legends hands on his shoulders and everything else stopped. 

Legend sighed.

Besides that it was silent 

"m sorry…"

Legend just looked at Four in a way that screamed, confused, a little mortified even, sad, and angry but not at him Four hoped atlest. 

He really looked like that little kid who was trembling in his tiny boots thinking he didn’t need Elzo while he was really listening for Elzos every word.

He really did think Elzo was just a saftey net didn’t he. 

"no- god no Four fuck uhm. Your sick im sorry I know somethings happening its loud er like in your head right? Im ausuming the mutturing you’ve been doing was them right? The uhm I don’t know what you call em."

What?

Wait.

Did Legend know?

"How-"

"I sorry I didn’t say anything I- your like uhg I cant do this now im sorry I Shouldn’t have said anything I just, I get it well I don’t but it- your sick and it cant be easy I just im not mad or anything okay"

Four sighed, hed deal with the fact legend knows later, and the fact that the yelling is still promanint hes tired and everythings still spinning, and well hes happy that legend isnt mad? He supposes"

[anonanimal]

the night house was ok i guess. spoilers if u care. i love rebecca but besides her. the premise was more fun than the execution. she had a near-death experience years ago and it wants her back final-destination-style so her husband starts serial killing doppelgangers of her to placate it in a copy of their house he built on the opposite side of the lake to confuse it. and he's doing this based on info from occult books he got at a bookshop. that's an incredible premise. a lot of the haunting stuff was kind of lame. and i'm not sure makes sense. the ending was kind of lame. she basically gets no time to think about and further explore the "my husband was a serial killer. to help me, sure. but still." the unraveling of the mystery was the best stuff. some scenes of beth interacting with other people were great character moments. the indents on her skin as Not Owen touches her were cool. the movie wasn't brave enough to have her fuck a ghost but whatever. not like everyone's favorite orgasm euphemism "la petite mort" wasn't right there the whole time for this movie to play with. i mean it tried a little when she touches the air where Not Owen might be and she swoons into the boat. there's scenes like these where the movie tries out a love continuing after death thing but has to throw it out because it's not actually her dead husband, and that's another thing she barely gets to think about before the end. think it suffered from a lack of details of the occult shit he got up to, details of why the house was built the way it was. suffers from the interior design of the house being kind of boring. if death is Nothing then how come it does things and talks to her and has like. a will. fun movie with some problems and a kernel of stupidity at its heart. ⭐⭐⭐⭐

wait i just realized what "death" meant when it was telling her villain-monologue-style that it never left her and then jumped to her husband + why she mentions she had a history of depression. r u telling me death trying to get her to kill herself manifested as said history of depression and it started trying to get her husband to kill her instead when she was too strong-willed or whatever. god that's kind of stupid i'm revising my star rating. ⭐⭐⭐ i need to watch something that's stupid on PURPOSE immediately

also owen was the dumbest character ever written how the hell did he think killing himself would get death to back off when he'd already made multuple sacrifices in exchange for her life that didn't work. guess you could argue it's unclear owen knew what exactly was compelling him to kill her and he thought killing himself would be the end of the danger she was in. BUT his note says "you were right, there is nothing." which either means Death gave him the villain speech too oorrrr... actually that's all i can think it means.

see if death's personification here and death wanting beth is a metaphor for her depression and grief...there's no analogue for making literal human sacrifices here. owen literally killed people. death as a character in this movie is like half a metaphor. if the death entity is analogous to her depression then owen keeping it at bay by being her loving husband should be analogous to him doing....something nice??

TLDR:

death: "i need u bad baby plz take me back 🤗"

rebecca hall: "i liked u better when i thought u were my dead husband 😒"

me: "can we talk more about serial murder and mazes for trapping and confusing entities"

[iforgotmyfandom]

Presenting The Logic of my Mother, Movies Addition

Feat. Quotes during the movie (mom is white letters, I’m purple, my sister is blue”

What is okay to watch (aka, my mom got me/us to watch it with her, or she let us butt in):

Interview With A Vampire:

“Stop trying to censor the boobs for yourself. You have them too.”

“Something sad’s about to happen. Do you girls (eleven and eight) want to watch something else?” (We did not)

“I knew you were gonna be sad when the girl died. Bed time” we never got around to finishing it.

Halsey’s “If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power” movie:

[first scene plays] “I feel like we missed something.”

“It’s artistic”

“I hope the baby’s not the king’s”… “Oh. I guess it is.” “…Or not?” “So…. He was gonna r*pe his wife, but the poison kicked in before he could get his pants down.”

“That witch is cool”

“Ooh! I love this song!”(x5)

“Ignore the sex and nudity. It’s artistic!”

“She filmed all this pregnant” “Yeah, I know. You showed me her instagram.”

“Is the baby a boy or a girl?” “I don’t know. They have one of those weird gender neutral names”

“So she was impregnated by a mirror demon version of herself.”

“STAY AWAY FROM MIRRORS, LADY!!”

“That witch is cool”

Practical Magic:

(My sister was not allowed to watch this one)

“Don’t worry. It’s a cult classic.”

“It’s about sisters”

“That’s Belladonna. It’s a sedative, but if you take too much, you’ll die.” “They give him too much, don’t they?” “You’ll have to watch and see”

“Those are their aunts, who raised them.”

“They look just like their aunts”

“Don’t worry.”

Good Omens:

“It seems like something you’d like.”

“When I watched this the first time, you were just barely too young to watch it.”

“What just happened????”

“They’ve been married for at least a century.”

(Episode 5) “You can watch this (barely a sex scene but still a) sex scene because it’s something you will experience at some point.” “Okay….?” (<———Questioning aspec)

Kill Bill 1:

She let us watch the part in the second or third movie where The Bride takes eyepatch lady’s other eye and kills her when I was like seven or eight (making my sister four or five) and my sister spent the whole time we were watching this one asking, “When does she remove that one person’s eyeball?”

*explains the whole plot because we sat down halfway through*

“Yeah, you can watch, but if it gets too bad, I’ll turn it off.” *lets us watch the whole part of the movie set in Japan*

“It’s very violent and r*pey

[about Go-Go] “that’s a very high pitched voice.” [Gogo uses regular voice] “That’s not… I think the high-pitched voice is for her unhinged ‘aesthetic’” “Yeah, she’s a little kooky.”

*explains why all the goons aren’t attacking at once* “so.. it’s like a video game.” “Yeah. Where there’s more and more and more and more and then the boss fight” “that’s exactly what it’s like.”

“And right when she can see color again, the lights go out. Wonderful. SHE JUST GOT OVER HER FULL COLORBLINDNESS AND NOW THE LIGHTS ARE OFF!!”

“That’s some interesting lighting…” “It’s so they have silhouettes.”

“And there’s a room full of dying people.”

My mother, a surgical nurse: “That lady should be dead right now. Unless someone gave her a tourniquet.” “Yeah. That amount of blood is too much, but she should be dead either way…” “Thats where the Subclavian Artery is. We’ve had people die in surgery because their subclavian arteries were cut. And there were people there trying to save them.”

*spends the whole movie explaining its symbolism and meaning*

Currently on the list of things that are not okay to watch (feat. The reasons):

Deadpool:

“I’ve only ever read about it.”

*reads why it’s rated R* “…Graphic sex and Violence. I bet we can’t watch it because of the graphic sex.” “I’m more worried about the violence.”

(According to my mother) if you see something with violence in it, you’ll think it’s okay (said to someone who was more mature and had a better understanding of morals at age five than most adult men)

Bonus: Whatever’s in Deadpool can’t be worse that what’s in Kill Bill

Birds of Prey:

“‘A family (including a young girl and her parents) are graphically murdered by the main villain, Black Mask.’ Uhh… no.”

Violence again

[seoafin]

triptych

pairing: geto suguru x fem!reader x gojo satoru (poly au / stsg emphasis); some nobamaki word count: ~3.9k warnings: no warnings really, just fluff and funny stuff. geto never defected. gojo and geto are menaces and probably shouldn’t be teachers. rating: T (read on ao3)

s: Nobara sets her shoulders straight. She’s going to get to the bottom of this weird relationship conundrum between the three of you and force a confession from any of the parties involved. Maybe she’ll even one up Gojo-sensei or Geto-sensei in the process.

“I don’t get it,” Nobara announces one day.

Itadori looks at her. Maki-san quirks a brow over her sandwich. Panda raises his head and exchanges a look with Inumaki who shrugs. Fushiguro doesn’t lift his gaze from the book on the table.

“Over there.” Nobara inclines her head towards the scene below, where you are making your way across the campus, flanked by Geto-sensei and Gojo-sensei. You’re laughing because Gojo-sensei has just said something and Gojo-sensei isn’t funny.

There is only one conclusion to be made from this: it’s love.

“They’re dating, aren’t they?” Geto-sensei, Gojo-sensei. Obviously, considering how Gojo-sensei is annoyingly forward with his affections in a way she wants nothing more than to tell him to get a room. Nobody wants to see two middle aged men (one especially clingy one) in the throes of it at nine in the morning.

But that’s not what she’s talking about.

Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei, definitely. But you—

“All three of them.”

Fushiguro grunts, lips pursed with mild annoyance that characterizes the usual apathy. Oh, she’s hit a nerve.

You raised him or something. Him and the non jujutsu sorcerer sister she hasn’t met yet. Even though she wouldn’t have exactly been surprised to hear he was thrown out to the wild as a child or something, what, with that gnarly personality of his.

Although, she’s sure it’s not an indication of your child rearing abilities more than it is of Fushiguro’s own subpar character.

“Probably,” is Maki-san’s response before she takes another large bite. “We all know it, but I have a better chance at making it as a special grade before either one of them actually admits it.”

Nobara takes a little offense to that. Maki-san is smart and badass and super strong. She’s seen her on the training grounds, hand to hand against Geto-sensei. She’s no joke. And a jujutsu society that doesn’t acknowledge that is one she’s sure she wants no place in.

Maki grins at her expression. It looks like a baring of teeth. “Not as if I’d let bad chances stop me in the first place.”

She’s so cool.

Panda nods. “It’s true. Satoru and Suguru have been like that since forever but sensei is a different matter altogether.” His voice drops into a whisper. “We don’t talk about it around her.”

“Shake.”

“Huh,” Nobara says. “Why’s that?”

“Denial.” Maki-san says vaguely, swallowing the rest of her burger. “I respect her so I’ll let her think whatever she wants.”

Maki-san’s respect? That automatically earns you points in Nobara’s book.

“Why’s she never around?” She can count on one hand the amount of time she’s seen you on campus since she entered Jujutsu Tech. She can’t blame you. If she had to constantly be in the presence of both Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei, she would’ve left the country. She hasn’t seen much of Geto-sensei except for on the training grounds with the second years, but she’s gathered that both teachers are cut from the same cloth.

What she has seen of you however, is that you’re always either with Geto-sensei or Gojo-sensei or Shoko-san. Gojo-sensei already has an abysmal knowledge of personal space, but with you it’s even worse. There’s no kiss, no intimate, prolonged contact, but every time Nobara watches the two of you it’s akin to watching some rated R movie. At least Geto-sensei maintains some semblance of public decency when Gojo-sensei gets too touchy.

Panda answers, and Fushiguro is squinting at her like she’s getting ready to plot an assassination attempt. She scoffs.

“I heard she researches curses.”

“Something like that,” Maki-san chugs down a soda.

“Doesn’t she teach at Tokyo U?” Itadori asks, poking at his noodles. 

“Shake.”

At Nobara’s raised eyebrow, Itadori shrugs. “Gojo-sensei.”

A legitimate teacher? That’s not something she sees around here.

Nobara frowns. “Has anyone, I don’t know, asked?” Or inquired into your relationship status?

Maki smirks. “Have fun with that.”

Nobara sets her shoulders straight. She’s going to get to the bottom of this weird relationship conundrum between the three of you and force a confession from any of the parties involved. Maybe she’ll even one up Gojo-sensei or Geto-sensei in the process.

It's a challenge. 

——

There are two weeks of blissful peace.

All she knows is that Gojo-sensei is somewhere far away (but not far away enough), exorcising some curse that’s been giving other jujutsu sorcerers trouble. 

The universe has smiled down on their class however, and instead of Gojo-sensei’s inane lesson plans, you’ve come down to the college to take over for the short period. To Nobara’s knowledge, Gojo-sensei has no lesson plans. She knows because upon your request for any sort of lesson plans, Gojo-sensei had given you a folder with exactly one page in it. You opened it, blankly stared at the page, locked eyes with Gojo-sensei, and then proceeded to drop it into the garbage bin.

So. Two weeks of blissful peace.

Somewhat.

“Suguru…” You aren’t impressed. In fact, you look straight up disgruntled. “Don’t you have your own class to teach?”

Geto-sensei, who is apparently her peer for the day, is seated right next to her, behind a desk he had pulled up roughly two minutes ago. Fushiguro is staring pointedly ahead at the blackboard, determined to ignore whatever Geto-sensei has cooked up for the day. Itadori on the other hand is craning his neck to look past her at their fourth with a curious expression.

Geto-sensei waves his hand offhandedly. “They’re on a mission.”

“All three of them? Together?”

“Team building exercise. It’s good for morale.” He flashes you a winning smile. “You remember those, don’t you?”

It’s an attempt to appeal to your shared memories and it works. There’s a barely discernible twitch of your lips. He’s good. “I remember you and Satoru being reckless,” you mutter. Then shake your head. “You gave them one of your assignments, didn’t you.”

Geto-sensei’s smile turns serene. “As a teacher, is it not my job to test them to the best of their abilities? I believe in them.”

Nobara snorts. Loudly.

“That’s quite the excuse,” you say flatly, brought back to reality.

“Don’t be like that,” he hums. “I’m just feeling a little lonely today.”

It flies over your head. Megumi makes a low, disgusted noise in his throat, and he’s not alone in the sentiment.

Ugh. Gross.

Definitely together. Or Geto-sensei’s a sexual harasser. Which would also mean Gojo-sensei’s also one by default. Guilty by association.

Nobara clicks her tongue. “You’re shameless, Geto-sensei.” Surprisingly. Her first impression of Geto-sensei had been a milder, perhaps even politer version of Gojo-sensei. She was wrong.

Both of them are shameless. Much more alike than most people would originally believe. Two special grade menaces. Don’t lower your guard, Maki-san had warned her, Suguru’s just as bad. Sometimes even worse.

Itadori cocks his head to the side, oblivious. Geto-sensei only schools his face into one of mock innocence.

She tests the waters: “Can’t you save your bad flirting for later?”

You look alarmed at once.

Huh. Now this is something much more interesting than a lecture on curse aptitudes and innate techniques. Ascertaining your relationship status, and a chance to tell Maki-san her results. Besides, it wasn’t as if she could go to Mimiko and Nanako and ask them either. The two were called away to Fukuoka. Geto-sensei’s daughters. If they weren’t, she’s sure she’d have an answer and hundreds of implicating photographs, even though they are also, notoriously unforthcoming about it.

But Nobara is nothing if not stubborn.

You seem unusually jumpy at her comment, in a way that has the grin of Geto-sensei’s face widening. “Flir—”

“Sensei,” Fushiguro raises his hand. The timing is anything but a coincidence. “I have a question.”

Buzzkill. Momma’s boy.

She sticks her tongue out at the perpetrator. Fushiguro doesn’t spare her a glance. Oh he’s in for it now.

You’re back in serious teacher mode as you and Fushiguro and Itadori discuss inherited cursed techniques and yada yada. 

Nobara turns the other direction towards Geto-sensei, whose face is perched on an open palm. Geto-sensei’s no open book. It’s not like Gojo-sensei is either. But there’s no mistaking the lovesick gaze directed at you. It’s the same soft look on his face she saw a brief glimpse of just last week when Gojo-sensei had tripped over the last stair on the way down from the Torii gates and tried to play it off without a hint of shame. (It’s not my fault! I saw Suguru and my knees went weak!)

She’s almost caught in thinking it’s cute. In some inexplicably bizarre way like seeing snow in the desert. Or two positive magnets collide. But then she remembers Geto-sensei’s training drills from hell and there is nothing positive left.

“Geto-sensei.”

“Hm?”

“Are the three of you—”

“Yes.”

Nobara is briefly taken aback. A straight answer? From Geto-sensei? Impossible. 

Her eyes narrow, immediately suspicious. The smile on his face doesn’t falter.

“When I turned twenty I officially adopted Mimiko and Nanako. We’re a legal family.” Geto-sensei says seriously, but a hint of something teasing and nostalgic bleeds through. “The three of us.”

Of course it’d never be that easy. 

“That isn’t what I was asking, and you know it.” She hisses. 

“Is that so?” Geto-sensei says nonchalantly, and doesn’t say anything more. Instead he calls out to you, “Sensei, I have a question too.”

Nobara shudders.

You sigh.

————

“Pardon the intrusion,” Nobara calls out, stepping into the large space of one of Jujutsu Tech’s many libraries. There’s a large glass dome roof, and bookshelves filled to the brim with dusty books and scrolls that look older than Nobara’s been alive, along with stacks of books higher than her overtaking the open space on the floor. Your favorite library, Maki-san had pointed out while they walked through the school. If you were to be found on campus, it was usually in this library. Though it’s a wonder how one navigates around; every other step of hers lands on some scroll or paperwork—is that a marker drawing?

She scans the area. There’s a rustle— and would you look at that, look who’s here.

She spies Fushiguro in the corner of the room, seated on a grand chair an ugly green color, open book in lap. He must ascertain her intentions immediately because his eyes narrow. Don’t. 

Nobara smiles.

“Sensei,” She calls out once again, and yes, she’s begun to call you Sensei too because as far as she’s concerned, you’ve done more teaching than Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei combined even though you don’t occupy an official teaching position at the school. Apparently you trained Maki-san with the katana when she was a kid (bonus points in her book). Maki-san also actually calls you sensei, in a way that isn’t riddled with the derisiveness usually attached to Satoru or Suguru.

According to a peeved Maki-san, a couple months ago Geto-sensei got called out for a three week long mission and forgot to alert the class. Two hours had gone by until Gojo-sensei had conveniently popped his head into the classroom, dango skewer in hand, with a “Huh? What’s this? Suguru’s out y’know. Longggg gone!”

Geto-sensei’s response to the polearm Maki had thrown at him upon his arrival had been to collect it right before it had pierced his eye with a smile. Oh my. It must have slipped my mind.

Nobara is still very convinced that two of them have no business teaching impressionable young minds (ie; Itadori), yet alone hold the degrees to teach. If so, she’d have to reevaluate the entire Japanese education system. Then again; it’s not like Jujutsu Tech exactly operates within the barriers of the law.

“Nobara? Is that you?” She hears your voice somewhere within the mess of bookstacks and bookshelves.

Fushiguro places the book down, about to stand, when you exit the labyrinth into her line of sight and give her a wide, friendly smile. Nobara is at once reminded that you are a nice, perfectly sane adult, probably the only one around. She doesn’t quite know what transgressions you committed in a past life to be shackled to Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei. 

You place a hand on Fushiguro’s shoulder and give him a little squeeze. She sees the change immediately; the relaxed shoulders, the placid, almost content fall of his face.

She inwardly snorts. Indeed a momma’s boy through and through.

“Did you need something?” You walk over to the desk in the middle of the space, and begin organizing the messy paperwork and ancient scrolls around you in…an even bigger mess? You seem to have no problem sorting through it, though, and if it makes sense to you, who is she to question it?

Nobara clears her throat. “Just a question,” she says politely. You tilt your head curiously.

“Sure,” you say, but it’s clear your mind is somewhere else as you look towards your desk.

Nobara follows your gaze down. Lesson plans for a lecture on the Heian Period. So this really is how a real teacher does it, huh? Nobara doesn’t think she’s ever had a lesson with Gojo-sensei that didn’t involve some threat of bodily harm, all under the watchful eye of his phone camera. She’s long learned that Gojo-sensei prefers practical application (though she’s not sure she can call it practical) over reciting theory. And that’s his problem.

“It’s fine,” she replies easily, confidently. Get your answer. Confirm whatever relationship thing you have going on with both Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei. Report back. Talk some more with Maki-san. “This won’t take long.” Not at all. She exhales. “Are you—”

Fushiguro walks over to you, book tucked in his hand as he murmurs your name and something else under his breath. She narrows her eyes. Sabotage? Inexcusable! She has half a mind to pick one of these books up and aim right at the eye.

It’s alright. She’ll settle for a match on the training grounds. She’s sure she can at least get one good kick into Fushiguro’s gangly shins, or maybe even two.

Your eyes slightly widen. “Ah, right.” You rifle through the papers covering the desk in search of something. “We’re late!” You find your phone buried underneath, grab it, and look up inquisitively. “Am I…?”

“Dating—”

“What’s this about the date I hear?” Gojo-sensei says, striding into the room with his stupidly long legs like he owns it. “Today happens to be the 15th of July! You're welcome!”

Her hackles rise immediately. Nobara seethes at the interruption. If there’s one thing she hates more than close minded individuals who follow others, it’s getting interrupted. “I was just asking—”

“For the date?” He smiles. Nobara wants to reach out and yank out a fistful of that white grandpa hair. You glance up at them both.

“Oh, would you look at the time,” Gojo-sensei interrupts lazily, once again, without a care in the world. The next statement is directed towards you. “We’re going to be late picking up the twins, y’know.”

That spurs you into action, and you quickly organize the remaining paperwork and tuck your phone into your pocket. You can only give her a quizzical look. Because by then Gojo-sensei is throwing an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close, and then nearly hauling you out the library.

You’re gone. Nobara’s jaw drops. What was that?

If Gojo-sensei thinks his little show discouraged her, he has another thing coming.

“This isn’t over,” she grits out, jabbing a finger into Fushiguro’s chest. Fushiguro has the absolute gall to look unbothered, and walks out.

——

Shoko-san is taking her smoke break outside the infirmary today, when Nobara approaches the older woman. If Fushiguro and Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei want to block her attempts at getting at you for whatever reason, that’s fine. Who cares. Not her, obviously, even though last night she dreamt about driving her hammer’s nails into three specifically shaped straw dolls.

She’ll just go around it to the next best source.

“You don’t look in need of healing,” Shoko-san says casually, amiable in her own way, inclining her head in a greeting, a lit cigarette peeking out between her fingers. “I’m assuming this is some other matter?”

Close.

Nobara takes a seat on the bench. Shoko-san’s pretty blunt herself, isn’t she? Maybe honesty is the best policy. “I need answers. I think you’ll be able to give them to me.”

Shoko-san raises a brow. Faint amusement. The cigarette is promptly stubbed on the backrest of the bench. “Oh?”

Some of the bravado Nobara feels fades. Shoko-san is different from Gojo-sensei or Geto-sensei. She’s much more sensible, for one. Way cooler. Much easier on the eyes. But she’s also your best friend.

No matter. Now this is a matter of pride. Her pride. She’s already been burned once by Fushiguro, another time by Geto-sensei, and then Gojo-sensei. It’s do or die.

“Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei,” she blurts out. “Were they as horrible in high school as they are now?”

The four of you attended high school all together. The same class. That’s all she could squeeze out of Fushiguro before he tucked tail and ran. Coward.

Shoko-san huffs, laughter in her voice. She leans back into the bench. There’s something of a wry smile on her face. “Even worse.”

Nobara can believe it.

She stares off into the distance shaped like a fond memory. “They fought all the time; forgot others were in the room; brought buildings and classrooms down. Suppose they’ve mellowed out in that last aspect though,” she says dryly. “Nowadays there’s only one person they bother with their lack of common sense.”

A couple of days ago she had walked in on you and both teachers in the common room seated on the long couch. The two had been engaged in a heated argument about the color of some stupid dress on Gojo-sensei’s phone while you sat right in the middle, shoveling popcorn into your mouth, eyes latched onto the tv screen of what looked like some documentary about some recently unearthed Nara period artifact.

That, by far, had been one of the most impressive things she had seen since her arrival to Tokyo. And she’s seen a lot of impressive things in Tokyo compared to the frogs and rivers of her backwater village in the countryside.

She doesn’t know how you and Shoko-san didn’t go insane being front row witnesses to the sheer audacity.

Shoko-san’s side eyes her. “But that’s not what you’re here for is it?”

Shoko-san’s intuition is a scary thing. She resolves never to get on the doctor’s bad side.

Nobara figures better now than never. “Are they dating?”

“Annoyingly in love,” Shoko-san remarks mildly. “Makes that everyone’s problem.”

Nobara inches closer. The end is in sight! “Sensei too? All three of them?”

“Hm.” Shoko-san looks at her, and this time there is a small smile on her face. “Who knows? That’s a question only one person can answer.”

Shoko-san’s indirect answer doesn’t deter her. Not in the slightest. If anything, Nobara’s even more convinced that she’s in the right. 

“I’ve been going about this the wrong way,” she announces, standing up. No more sneaking around. No more roundabout answers. No more smug smiles.

“Thank you, Shoko-san.” Nobara nods in a goodbye and she’s on her way.

———

The sun is setting on the training field where the first and second year students have gathered. Maki-san and her polearm against Fushiguro and his weirdly colored black blade. You’re seated with Mimiko and Nanako glued to your side, as they regale you with details of their trip. The rest of Nobara’s classmates are littered around the grass, observing, while Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei are a little off to the side, talking in hushed tones.

Normally, she’d take the time to admire Maki-san’s fluid movements and Fushiguro’s imminent defeat, but this is something that absolutely cannot wait.

She assuredly marches down the concrete steps, drawing the gazes of everyone on the field. Even Fushiguro and Maki-san have stopped their spar in favor of watching her.

“Sensei,” Nobara regards you. Nanako falls silent, and Mimiko quietly stares at her.

You blink at her, puzzled. It almost makes Nobara feel bad. Almost. But it’s not as if she’s revealing some grand secret, more than reaffirming what everyone knows. Besides, Shoko-san kinda gave her the greenlight didn’t she?

“Yes?”

Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei are a bit too far. She doubts they could stop her now.

“Are you dating,” she thrusts two fingers to the side, “those two idiots?”

Nobara hears a gasp. It’s Panda.

“Shake.”

Mimiko and Nanako share a look, and then erupt into giggles while your eyes go wide.

You open your mouth. You close it. Open it. Nothing comes out.

Nobara takes it as confirmation. Victory is sweet, and the sweet rush of satisfaction fills her veins. She hopes Maki-san heard her.

“Now look at what you’ve done,” Gojo-sensei says, walking towards her with Geto-sensei in tow. “You’ve broke her!”

“Well, this was bound to happen sooner or later,” Geto-sensei sighs, close enough to pat Mimiko on the head. Nobara feels Maki-san’s elbow lightly hit hers as she joins her, face split into an amused grin, and there’s a warm feeling in Nobara’s chest.

Nobara crosses her arms. “Anyway. This would have never happened if the two of you were just straight up!”

Gojo-sensei shrugs, hands thrown up in the air, but both he and Geto-sensei are wearing matching cheeky grins. “It’s not like we were hiding anything but someone—”

You’re flustered, nearly incomprehensible as you stammer out. “That—We—I—!”

“It’s okay, Sensei,” Maki-san says, sticking the polearm into the ground and leaning against it. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve never thought any less of you.” Maki-san blinks, as if realizing her mistake. “Ah.”

You look positively horrified when the realization sets. You scan all the faces around you. “You knew? All of you?”

The students look away. Gojo-sensei is bowed over, clutching his stomach in roaring laughter as the sunglasses almost fall off the bridge of his nose. There’s that sweet look on Geto-sensei’s face again when you glare at him halfheartedly.

When you turn to Nobara, she shrugs. “I just wanted to get you to admit it.” Since, apparently, nobody else wanted to do it. 

Gojo-sensei or Geto-sensei would’ve worked too, if she’s being honest. But she doubts she would have gotten the answer she was looking for, if her past failures amount to anything.

You swallow. “Even you Megumi?”

He doesn’t respond. Nobara has never seen Megumi so uncomfortable before.

Your face falls into your open hands with a slap. “My credibility,” you bemoan. “All this time…was I really that blind?”

Gojo-sensei recoils back, as if slapped, mouth falling open. “Credibility?” He squawks. 

But Geto-sensei only pulls you up from the grass with a chuckle. “You do have a track record.” His thumb runs over your furrowed brows, straightening them out in a gentle manner, face fond.

You groan. “Don’t say that, Suguru.”

“It was, like, really obvious,” Nanako adds, texting away on her brightly lit phone. “At the house, the three of you always come out of the shower. Together!”

—And yet another detail that makes Nobara want to pierce her eardrums with her nails. Itadori’s gaze is awkwardly darting around. Even Fushiguro is looking a little sick at that tidbit. 

“Nanako,” you say, pained.

“Hm? What’s up?”

You close your eyes, squeeze them tight. “Never mind.”

“Well!” Gojo-sensei says, clasping his hands together. “Since that’s out of the way, does that mean we can start planning the wedding?”

Nobara would say that he almost sounds eager, pleased even, at this fortuitous turn of events.

From behind his shades, Nobara swears she sees Gojo-sensei wink, and she gawks, stunned into a rare bout of silence.

Nanako squeals so loudly that Mimiko and Itadori wince.

You’re shaking your head. “I can’t do this right now.”

Geto-sensei only wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your head.

“You know what this means,” Panda says gravely, when you, Geto-sensei, Gojo-sensei, and the twins have begun to walk up the stairs. You’re still mortified, face buried into Geto-sensei’s chest.

Maki-san plucks her polearm out of the ground, levels it against her shoulder. “Hah? What’s that?”

It’s one word that strikes fear into their hearts.

“P. D. A.”

Six faces blanche.

[star-lemonade]

I shouldn’t have said that

Astro Moonbin x Reader

Cw: smut

Rating: R

Word count: 3.3 k

Summary: Your friend Bin overhears you say you never had good sex in your life and asks if he can help with that.

A/N: While I wrote Country Side Vacation I thought it would be nice to have a series under the theme “reader slips up and says that they haven’t had sex with anyone in a while / no good sex in a while and their friend, who is in love with them, helps out” with different idols. This is unofficial part two XD

“I just want to get fucked really good one time in my life.”

You just felt so frustrated. It was not like you had had lots of exes but still it aways seemed like it was so good for them. Even your friends had stories of mind blowing sex but that just had not happened to you. You let your head sink down to the railing of the balcony. This party sucked too.  

“You what?”

Cold ran down your spine like an ice cube. That voice. Oh no. You did not dare to turn around. Unfortunately you did not have to. Bin came up to the railing next to you. 

The lights of the city below were a good excuse not to look at your friend. Your face burned. Why had you said that out loud? So stupid. Now Bin must think what a failure you are. You could not even get laid properly. 

“Forget you heard that.”

You did not look at Bin and fled. 

A few days later you got a message from Bin:

“Hey, wanna grab something to eat?”

You confirmed and met him at one of the usual places. Cheap and big portions was the restaurant’s MO. The room was little battered with its wood floors dented and discoloured, the paint chipping on tables and the walls. But it did not matter as you were here for the food. You found Bin sitting in the corner. Not where you would usually sit. 

He wore his usual grey hoodie. Something was different about him today. His hair was messy and he continued to comb it every few minutes. On his neck an angry red patch told you that he had scratched it. Something he did when he was stressed. He was fidgety and distracted. A piece of paper in his hand got folded into half and half again until it was not possible to fold it anymore. When the waitress came with the order he looked at it as if he did not know what food was and stammered an order. 

“What is up with you?”

Bin shovelled the food in his mouth. He stared at the bowl in front of him. 

“Earth to Bin, are you there?”

He was almost shocked to find you sitting across from him. The spoon frozen halfway to his mouth. You were getting concerned. All of this was not normal Bin behaviour. A gently you added:  “Everything alright?”

He set down his spoon and stared at the bowl in front of him. I hope nothing bad has happened. 

“I want to ask you something.”

Bin looked around. The table next to yours was empty, but there were people in the restaurant. He slid along the bench. Until he sat next to you. What every this is, it’s for my ears only. Now you were curious. 

“Do you want to go to your place?”

“Uhm-?”

Why would he ask that? He had been to your place tons of times. You looked at him. The answer was not written on his face, sadly. His face was neutral, it did not give any hints to the meaning of this. Bin had beautiful eyes and now he was pleading wordlessly for something. The problem was that you had no clue what that was. 

“Go to my place?”

He saw that you did not understand and sighed. You knew him long enough to know that whatever it was he wanted to say, he also did not want to say. Bin leaned closer so really no one would hear. 

“I will fuck you good. If you want me to.”

You froze. Without realizing you held your breath. Bin had just said that. He moved a little bit away, giving you space. 

That was what he meant with ‘going to your place’. This revelation was too much. You could not deal with this. Your -very hot- friend had just offered to fuck with you out of nowhere. 

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to.”

He patted your hair like he sometimes did and moved away. His face was flushed. Wait, this was not out of nowhere, it was about that party and that dumb thing you had said. You swallowed and grabbed his arm. Now that he has said it your brain needed to know. 

“How would you do that?”

Your question caught him off guard. He looked around scared, but no one was paying attention. 

“I would ask you what you want...but if it was up to me..”

He leaned forward so your faces were close. You could see the little scares on his cheek that looked like a smiley. 

“First, I would eat you out…”

It was surprising to hear him be so direct. Somehow Bin had always stuck you as a bit more prude.The thought of his head between your legs however was really good. It had been to long since you had had a mouth on your clit. 

“Then you would ride me to your heart’s content and at the end I will fuck you as hard and as fast as you want.”

That sounded like the best thing that had never happened to you. You did not know what to say. This was Bin. Your cute friend who really liked to go to the gym. 

“I will think about it”

Your tone was very matter of fact. In that moment your instinct was not to flirt with him. The rest of the meal was tense and you said goodbye soon. 

At home you did some thinking. Even your unconscious mind was working on this. Your dreams were filled with Bin’s head between your thighs and the hopeful wishing to be filled, stretched and thrusted into. You woke up very wet and uncomfortably turned on. 

Maybe this was exactly what you needed. You pulled out your phone and texted Bin.

“Can you come to my place?”

Bin sat down on the edge of the bed and you in his lap. It was the first time you really noticed how big his thighs were. They felt solid under you and supported you as you weighed nothing. 

Bin’s hands were on your ass, keeping you from sliding off his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Maybe the first kiss should have been more special but you were impatient. Bin responded to the kiss and he pulled you closer. You felt his kiss in your stomach and between your legs. Who knew your shy friend was this good of a kisser. 

He pulled back and scanned your face. 

“How do you want me?”

His voice was hoarse and the pupils of his brown eyes blown out. You had had your doubts about this but one thing was clear. Bin wanted you, wanted this, just as much, if not more than you. 

“Just like you suggested. First your face between my legs..”

Dirty talk was not your strong suit but Bin did not seem to notice. He nodded and you got up from his lap. 

“Do you want me to strip for you?”

Your face was hot instantly and in your best pearl clutching voice you said: “Is that what they teach you at the dance academy?”

He smirked. Bin is enjoying this way too much. 

“Maybe.”

You felt a bit awkward but also excited. This was not something anyone had ever offered and usually you would have to pay for something like this.

“Yes.”

You may had to watch from between your fingers, because it felt overwhelmingly intense and intimate. He ran his hands over his body and your eyes followed. The sweater he was wearing hid most of his figure but one thing you could see, Bin had broad shoulders. He pulled the sweater up a bit revealing the skin of his stomach. You wanted to touch it but it disappeared again. Bin let the fabric slide back in place. Despite being tall and buff, Bin could dance gracefully. 

He turned his back to you and lifted the sweater. As you had suspected, he did not wear anything under it. The fabric slid up his broad back and you could not take your eyes off him. 

He sat in your lap but most of his weight was held up by his strong thighs. 

“Can I touch you?”

Your hands already hovered over his skin, ready to make contact. 

“Yes.”

You let yourself breathe again. Finally you could feel what Bin felt like. You ran your hands over his back and marvelled at the firm muscles. At the hip you traveled to the front to his thighs. The tension from holding his weight made them hard and big. You wanted to rest your head on them and have them between your legs. 

Bin stood up and turned around. An outline had appeared in his underwear but it was not fully hard yet. 

“How was it so far?”

His voice was soft and his eyes were even softer. 

“You look fantastic, Bin.”

He blushed. It was cute. 

“Can you lie down for me?”

Your mouth was dry and the words got stuck in your throat. Bin nodded and joined you on the bed. You straddled his hips. The contact of your hips made both of you gasp. His hands flew to your hips. He grabbed you not to control your movement, but because he needed something to hold on to.  His fingers had slipped under the hem of your shirt, just ghosting over your skin. The sight was so much worse - better- than before. From his thick arms and big chest to the grooves of his abs, Bin just looked perfect. You rolled your hips into his and soaked in his little whimper. His hands pushed your shirt higher and you leaned forward so he could take it off. The cool air made you shiver but not for long. Bin sat up and wrapped his arms around you. His lips were on your neck and moved further down. Your eyes followed his movements trying to save the picture, burning into your memory how he looked kissing your chest. He locked eyes with you as he pulled down your bra and sucked your nipple into his mouth. A jolt ran through your body and you gasped. Your hand tangled in his hair. It was long, for him at least, and soft, perfect to hold onto. If you had not been so distracted by his teeth lightly biting your nipple, you might have played with it. He pulled back from your abused chest and looked up, expecting for you to say what was next. As much as you wanted for Bin to eat you out, like it had been the original plan, you were soaking wet and wanted to be filled already. You licked your lips.

“Is it okay if I ride you now?”

Your tone was a bit more desperate than you would like to admit. Bin purred a ‘Yes’ and kissed your lips. His strong arms pressed you against his bare chest. He was solid against you in the best way possible and his tongue danced in your mouth, slowly getting you even more worked up. You were sure that his goal was not to fuck you, but to drive you insane, to get you so horny you would simply rip off his remining clothes. 

You broke the kiss and stood up to wiggle out of your pants and underwear. Bin did not break eye contact as he did the same. His erection sprung free and you swallowed hard. He fished something out of his pocket and lay down on the bed again, waiting. You crawled on the bed towards him, running your hands up his legs as you did so. It had the effect you wanted. Bin gulped. A blush spread on his face and chest. Your hands reached his thighs and you decided this was actually your favorite part of his body. Those big muscles were just perfect. You gently pushed his legs apart and he watched as you kissed the sensitive insides of his thighs. He shivered when you sucked on the skin and something between a gasp and a moan escaped him. You pulled back to see your work and a red mark had appeared that would fade in a few minutes. 

“Can you continue?”

Bin’s voice cracked and he looked at you with pleading eyes. 

“Continue with what?”

You teased him but you were not also not sure what he wanted exactly. He licked his lips. 

“Can you leave a mark there?”

The question was like a punch between the legs. You may have clenched around nothing upon hearing that. Not trusting your voice you nodded and leaned down to the red circle on his thigh. Bin would have a bruise there for days. Bin would see the bruise there for days. And think of me every time he sees it. You sucked hard on the spot, making sure it would form a bruise and listened to Bin’s heavy breathing. 

When you were satisfied with your work you pulled back and looked at his face. A thin layer of sweat covered Bin’s skin and he had closed his eyes. His hand clutched your bed sheet and you smiled. 

“Was it good?”

You asked in the more innocent tone you could muster. 

“Yes, very.”  

He pressed the words out rather than saying them. You loved that you could affect him like this. He handed you the condom that had been in his pocket and rolled it on. You loved teasing him and for good measure you took him into your mouth. He gasped and his hand grabbed the sheets tight again as if it was the only thing anchoring him. After a few good sucks you let go, You did not want him to come just yet. 

You swung your legs over hips and aligned him with your entrance. He slipped in easily but that did not mean it was bad. The stretch was just right and you moaned quietly. With a whimper your hips came to rest against his. Bin’s hands landed on your thighs and moved up to your hips. He licked his lips. You loved how he looked under you, all big and strong but so at you mercy. His breathing hitched when you tentatively rocked your hips. 

Ride me to your hearts content. His words echoed in your mind. Don’t mind if I do.

His hands held onto your hips as you rocked against him, his fingers pressing into your skin. You leaned back a little, changing the angle. The pressure on your g spot increased in this position and you let out a moan. 

"Stop."

You froze. Bin sighed in relieve. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips.

"Everything okay?"

You hoped that you had not hurt him somehow. 

"I’m fine it was just really close."

He did not meet your eyes. Bin was embarrassed that he almost came. You leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was intended to encourage him but it escalated into an intense display of how much you wanted to fuse with one another. He was already in you, how much closer could you get? 

"Wanna switch?"

Bin nodded with glazed over eyes. 

"Lie on your belly."

You wondered what he had on his mind. Doggy style had its appeal but it was hard to come for you. He guided you to lay down flat and straddled your hips. Okay this is not doggy style. When he slipped into you again, you knew why he want this position. With every thrust he brushed your g spot. His hot breath tickled your neck when he asked: "Do you like it?"

He supported his weight with his arms and slowly slid in and out. It was not exactly the pounding he had promised but damn, it was so much better. You clenched around him for more pressure where you wanted it most, but that was not the best strategy. His thrusts were shallow and you simply pushed him out. You let out an annoyed noise at the loss.

"You’re a little too greed."

He kissed neck as he pushed in again. 

"Don’t worry." 

His hips moved slowly as before, controlled and patient. "I will make you come." 

You involuntarily clenched around him this time. Bin’s slow but steady thrusts build you up but it was nerve-racking. You were so ready to come but the last bit was missing. A little more was all you needed. 

"Bin please."

He grunted and sucked on your neck as he sped up. It was still not enough. You wanted to touch your clit to finally come but you could not get your hand down there nor would you be able to move your fingers once you were there. Bin’s thrusts went deeper now not hitting your g spot as often and you wanted to cry. You were so close, just a little more.

He pulled out and you whimpered. 

"Bin." 

You felt like you were either going to get angry or cry or both. He pushed you and turned you around. Oh, fuck. His face did not have his usual soft smile, instead he was concentred and a fire burned behind his eyes. He ran a hand threw his hair and you got another good look his spectacular body. Those wide shoulders will be the death of me. He did not give you more time to complain, but wrapped your legs around his hips. Your arms crossed behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Even though you were technically on the bottom, had more control of his movements now than ever. You used your legs to guide Bin’s hips and now you noticed how strong he was. His hips snapped against your at an ever faster and harder pace. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair. So close. His muscles were really not just for show. Your body tensed and Bin’s movements became more erratic. You arched your back of the bed and you probably pulled out some of his hairs. His thrusts became weaker as you rode out your orgasm and he stopped soon after. 

He buried his face in your neck, his breathing going fast. Your legs were a bit shaky but you still wrapped them around him, not ready to let him go yet. His breathing slowed and more of his weight rested on you. You wiggled under him, changing your position slightly.

"Am I too heavy?"

"No, just my boobs are not pillows. It hurts when there is too much pressure on them. Now it’s okay tho."

You stroked his hair and he sighed. It was a little bit too warm for your taste under his body but the weight of Bin on you was comforting, anchoring you to the here and now. He was not as hard anymore, but it still felt good to have him inside you. Bin pressed some lazy kisses to your shoulder. He pushed himself up slowly and slid out. You pouted a little and he explained: “I was gonna fall asleep on you.”

You wanted to say it did not matter but Bin was quite heavy, it would have been hard to breathe. He went to your bathroom and when he came back he lay down next to you. 

The atmosphere had changed. You were not sure what would happen now. You had not exactly talked much about it beforehand. Bin looked good in your bed but also very tired.

“What’s gonna happen now?”

At the words a short panic blew away his sleepiness. He studied your face. 

“Do you want to go on a date sometime?”