#i can get them now but i'm changed my mind about them

[ovaryacted]

HANDSY

PAIRING: Jackson! Joel Miller x afab! reader

SYNOPSIS: Your cycle is ruining your mood, and what better thing to do than get a free massage.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Suggestive content. Titty massage. Slight daddy kink. Established relationship. Joel being a little bastard. Ambiguous age gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in their 20s). Mentions of menstrual cycle and female characteristics about the chest. Banter and teasing. No use of y/n.

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Alright, I'm kinda on a Joel Miller streak and I was just thinking about getting my tiddies rubbed by a man with strong & rough hands and this happened. Don't look at me like that okay, this is self indulgent and I just had to alright. Hopefully this is relatable for some of y'all lol. Shout out to everyone who has to deal with periods, you are stronger than the marines. Anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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Another month. Another week of unruly irritation, mood swings, and uncomfortable reactions to anything that breathed too hard or moved too fast. In the hecticness that was your current reality, dealing with the devil’s wrath was supposed to be something that slipped past your mind. Yet, in the efforts of your survival, having a menstrual cycle still took you off guard every time it came punching through your gut.

Tossing and turning in bed, you tried to get in the best position to ease your cramps by curling up in a fetal position. You thought it would make things better, but instead, the discomfort you felt all over your body pissed you off even more. A frustrated grumble filled the bedroom, flinging the sheets away and furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of relief.

Where the fuck is he?

Throwing on a pair of slippers you luckily claimed on a supply run, you shuffled down the creaky stairs of your home and wandered about until you reached the living room. Joel was hunched over his seat on the couch, currently messing with his guitar strings, aware of your presence the moment you hit the base of the stairway.

“Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He questioned you as he took in your features and noticed your pout. You were upset; that was obvious when he found you in bed earlier today instead of somewhere else in the house. Simply kissing your forehead and letting you rest as best as he could, he expected you to come down to talk to him eventually when you had the energy to do so.

Joel didn’t say anything as you came closer to him without uttering a word, slipping your legs over his thick thighs and pressing your face into the curve of his neck. He put his guitar to the side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hands instinctively digging into your lower back where you felt the most sore. He could tell from the way you clung to him that it was that time of the month, already having gotten used to your changes in demeanor to see the signs.

“Uncomfortable?” Joel asked again, trying to get a better read on your emotions, but he only received an annoyed grunt in response. “Guess we’re just gonna sit here then.”

He ran his fingers up and down your spine, trying his best to lessen the strain you felt. He could snag some herbs to make you tea later if you were in the mood for it, but right now, a massage is what you could handle. His touch made you sigh with alleviation, focusing on the pressure points along your shoulder and backbone. Even with his attempts, the front of your body continued to ache.

“My boobs are fucking killing me.” You declared out loud, a deep rumble of a chuckle escaping from the back of his throat.

“You need me to massage them?” Joel offered, and his intention of doing that was purely to make you feel better. Though, you couldn’t ignore the slight flutter in your belly at the idea of having his hands elsewhere. 

Giving him a nod, you sat straighter on his lap, holding his gaze as he slipped his hands underneath the flannel you wore and made a beeline for your chest. Joel didn’t flinch at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, being told once or twice how freeing it was not to have to deal with the constant friction of clothes against your heated skin.

He palmed both of your breasts and squeezed, his grip just strong enough to calm the throbbing of the swelling from your change in hormones. Your eyes closed as you focused on his touch, allowing Joel to do whatever he wanted with you, what he knew best.

“Feelin’ better?” You heard him ask, humming out in reply. He grinned at your reaction, the hum sounding close to a purr as he pawed at your chest.

Taking his hands out from underneath your—his shirt, you whined, a smirk tugging at the corners of Joel’s lips. Lifting the top of the flannel to rest on your collarbone, his attention went back to your breasts, looking at them with a mix of desire and affectionate pity.

“Poor baby. Hormones got my girl all cranky and upset.” He said, placing a soft kiss on the top of each breast before handling your body once more. You don’t know whether or not he was deliberately teasing you when you were the most vulnerable, but just hearing his voice was doing wonders to soothe your nerves.

You’ve always been fascinated with Joel’s hands since you met him, watching how he’d hold the handle of his gun or insert ammo into the magazine before reloading. His palms were rough, and his fingers were rougher, representing a man who’s lived a long life, who’s done unspeakable things to survive and get to this point. To most, they’d dislike the feeling of having so much of a contrast, but to you, the difference of his skin against yours was almost euphoric.

Joel squeezed with more purpose, focusing on tightening his grasp along the sides where the pain was the most prominent. One harsh thumb came to stroke at your sensitive nipple in gentle circles, pulling a breathless moan from between your lips. The smile on his face widened when his ears picked up the sound, moving to do a combination of deliberate squeezes and circles on the exposed nubs.

The warmth of his touch morphed into something else, need coiling in your stomach and clawing up your throat. As discretely as you could, your hips shifted further into his, craving much more than what he was giving you. Joel couldn’t help himself and brought you closer to him, grinding his hips up into yours. That got your attention, looking into his hazel eyes to find his pupils narrowly dilated.

“If you need me to rub somethin’ else, I can.” Despite the years worn on his face, he still had a certain boyish charm that jerked at your heartstrings when he flirted with you. Or, maybe it was just his southern gentleman persona, ever so willing to tend to your needs no matter what they may be.

“You’re annoying.” You mumbled to him, stubbornly refusing to outright beg for his affection, regardless of how badly you craved it.

“And you’re moody.” Joel kissed you tenderly, drawing away and snickering when you leaned forward to chase his lips for another.

“Let daddy make you feel good. Alright, darlin’?” You nodded dumbly at the proposition of getting something more than your tits massaged.

His eyes flashed with lust, making quick work to peel off the flannel and toss it to the ground. Already growing hard at the thought of having his way with you, he tilted towards you, kissing the column of your neck and letting his beard tickle your skin. You released a shaky exhale, fingers running through his graying hair and tipping your head back to grant him more access to your skin.

“Atta girl.”

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[lucy90712]

Young parents- Marc Guiu

Finding out you are pregnant at 17 and then giving birth at 18 is not exactly the normal life course and it's definitely not how I expected my life to go but that's exactly what happened. My boyfriend Marc and I were always careful and used protection but we were unlucky and somehow I still got pregnant. We had to have a hard discussion on whether we wanted to keep the baby or not as we are still young but in the end we decided to keep the baby as Marc could still play football and I could do school online. Navigating my pregnancy was difficult as we didn't want to tell too many people as I didn't want the judgement from any more people than necessary. Pretty much everything that could be kept secret we kept hidden, we didn't tell people the gender and we didn't tell anyone my due date so that we had a bit more privacy which is what I wanted the most. 

Our beautiful baby boy Benji was born only 3 weeks ago but already Marc went back to training in fact he only got a few days with me before he had to go back leaving me alone with Benji from very early on. To say it's been difficult is an understatement of course newborns need constant attention so I never get chance to sleep as he keeps me up all night and during the day I have work to get on with. For the first few days I was ok and I found a bit of a routine but the last week has been testing, Benji hasn't been sleeping as well and he's been feeding almost constantly which has been really hard. 

I know it's the hormones but since Marc left us this morning at 7am I've been bawling my eyes out. Benji barely slept all night and now I just can't get him to settle even after feeding him, changing him rocking him he's still crying. I'm going insane listening to the sound I hate hearing him cry I feel like I'm failing as a mother because I can't calm him down. After trying pretty much everything I decided that I just need to get out the house even if it's only for about 20 minutes I need some fresh air to reset and hopefully clear my mind and maybe if I'm lucky it will make Benji stop crying. 

Getting him in the stroller was difficult as he didn't stop crying and wriggling but we eventually got out the door and started our slow walk around town. By some miracle Benji stopped crying and started falling asleep in the stroller which made me feel so much better until I noticed that pretty much everyone on the street was staring at me. There was so many eyes on me that I felt the need to put the cover down over Benji so he didn't have so many eyes in him because a 3 week old baby doesn't need that. When the stares didn't stop it was quite clear that people were looking at me and judging me which I already experienced when pregnant but it feels a lot worse right now. 

All I can imagine is that all these people think I'm way too young to be a mum because I am young but I know I look a few years younger than I am. They probably think I'm incapable of taking care of Benji and honestly part of me is inclined to agree I mean all morning he's been crying and I've been crying as I don't know what I'm doing. The longer I kept walking the more I felt judged I even saw people whispering to each other after looking at me and I've never felt so self conscious than I did in that moment. It got to a point that I was feeling worse outside of the house than I was inside so I decided to make my way back home so I can cry in the comfort of my own space. At a crossing I felt this older woman burning holes into the back of my head until she came and stood next to me and I could feel the judgement before she even managed to express her opinion. 

"Aren't you too young to be a parent kids these days are so irresponsible all having babies before they are ready and they can't even look after them properly there is just no hope for the future if kids like you keep having babies" she ranted at me 

"I imagine your so called boyfriend left you to take care of the baby too god you are all the same" she continued 

That was the last straw for me I wasn't about to fight back because I don't have the energy and I'm simply not that type of person instead I just walked away to find a new way home. I've never walked so fast in my life as I just wanted to get home because as soon as I did the tears were back and I just sat on the floor. Looking at the stroller I couldn't help but think that maybe I'm setting my son up for failure I'm not prepared enough to be the best parent for him and Marc can't be around all the time so maybe he would be better off with someone else looking after him. 

While sitting on the floor the front door opened and Marc came in, with everything that's happened today I lost track of time so I didn't realise Marc would be home so soon. I scrambled to wipe the tears from my face and get Benji out of his stroller so Marc didn't think I was neglecting our child. Before I could do that Marc grabbed Benji and held him in one arm before brining me to his chest with the other. He somehow managed to soothe both of us he helped calm me down and got Benji back to sleep. If I didn't feel like a bad mother before I definitely did after that it's been 3 weeks and my son already hates me. 

Marc put the baby in his little crib that we have for him in the living room before coming to sit on the sofa where he instructed me to sit so he could go back to cuddling me. His hand ran through my hair getting all of the knots out before putting it up with the hairband I keep on my wrist at all times. For a little while I felt we were back to how we were before the baby but then I heard Benji make some of the little sniffling noises he makes when asleep and I was brought back to reality. 

"Whats wrong love what's happened to make you so upset?" Marc asked 

"I've just had a bad day Benji didn't sleep last night as you know and he was crying all morning and I just couldn't get him to settle so I decided to get out for a walk to see if some fresh air would help us both but everyone stared at me and someone berated me at a crossing for being too young and not being able to raise him properly" I rambled 

"Oh cariño you should've text me I could've come home earlier to help out you don't have to do this alone I'm here to help you and for the record that person was wrong we might be young but you are the best mum if you weren't you wouldn't be so upset right now" Marc said 

"I just can't deal with the judgement I want to go outside and not have to deal with everyone looking at me assuming things I already feel like a bad mum I don't need strangers telling me that too" I chocked out 

"It's horrible I know but you need to ignore them which I realise is hard but those people don't know you like I do and they don't see how hard you are trying to be the best mum possible because if they did they wouldn't judge you" he comforted 

"How about you come to my training sessions with me it means you get out the house I can help you out a bit more and no one there will judge you what do you think?" He asked 

"I actually like that idea it will be nice to leave the house and see all the guys" I said 

~~~~~~~~~~

Marc woke me up gently this morning so that I could get up and join him at training he even got Benji out of his crib and got him ready for the day so I could shower alone which is a luxury these days. Having a few minutes to myself was so nice but it really was just a few minutes because once I was dressed and had brushed my hair I went downstairs and had to feed Benji because Marc can't do that. While I sat with Benji Marc made breakfast us both and he made sure I had a balanced breakfast which I definitely haven't had since Benji arrived as I usually just grab whatever I can if I even have breakfast. I even got to take my vitamins which have been neglected recently but if I can actually take them I might feel a little less dead each day. 

So far this new routine is so much better I'm not as stressed and there hasn't been any tears from me or the baby which is a significant improvement. Marc even put the baby in the car and still managed to open the passenger door for me like the gentleman he always is. He drove the back way to the training ground so that we could avoid the streets where fans would be stood wanting signatures or pictures. We decided that we didn't want to show Benji on social media more than just his little hand to announce his birth so avoiding fans who could take pictures of him is what we want. Luckily we completely avoided all that and arrived at the training centre with no issues and even a bit earlier than Marc would usually arrive as he didn't have to stop for ages.

We slowly made our way into the training centre because I'm still recovering so can't walk as quickly as I did before. Walking slower also meant we had more time to talk about what it will be like when the whole team meet Benji, Marc told me that he's talked about Benji non stop and the boys are excited to meet him but they know they have to be careful as he's still small which made me feel a lot better. On our way to the locker room we saw lots of staff who all congratulated us and others asked how we were doing. That's something I love about this club everyone gets along and cares about each other every time I came to training with Marc while pregnant someone checked on me and asked if I needed anything plus all the boys were so lovely. 

Marc left me with the baby as he went into the locker room to make sure everyone was decent before opening the door to allow me inside. It was so quiet when I walked in which is very unusual but it was because they were all so excited to meet Benji but didn't want to wake him up. I put the car seat down and gently took Benji out and gave him to Marc who went straight to Hector because he's the person who Marc has confided in the most throughout everything. Watching how Hector and all the others interacted with Benji nearly made me cry, no one else has met Benji until now and I was worried about how it would go but clearly everyone loves him.  With my permission Marc let the guys hold him and when he did he came back to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss on my temple. 

"Isn't this so much better" he said 

"It really is everyone here is so nice and supportive and I get to see something other than the four walls of our house" I said 

"I'm glad you are happier you can come with me everyday if you want or just a few times a week it's up to you but everyone here will be happy to see you and they won't judge at all" he said 

#marc guiu imagine #marc guiu x reader #football imagine

[reds-ramblings]

Moonvale

Because nobody asked for my opinion... I'm going to give it anyway.

Thought, pros and cons of the new game. It's not super spoilery but I'm going to hide it just in case.

First, I would like to say I was NOT at all expecting the new story to be a continuation of Duskwood or to even be a similar story to Duskwood. Everbyte made it very clear this is not what Moonvale was meant to be. I went into this with a completely open mind and tried my best not to compare Moonvale to Duskwood. I was still disappointed. There were several changes Everbyte made that were great but they were overshadowed by the negative changes.

Pros:

1. There is now an LGBTQ option when you enter your name and Duskwood code. This doesn't apply to me so I'm not sure what it changes in the game but this option was needed.

2. You can use diamonds to skip mini-games. I would have spent money just to do this if everything else didn't cost so much.

3. This is just my opinion but the mini-games seemed to be a bit easier.

4. The Duskwood side story. It's not much now but I would play the game just for that. Was it worth spending money to finish sooner? No.

Cons:

1. Money money money. There's no premium package that unlocks everything. I get that Everbyte has to make money off of the game but the content wasn't worth what they were charging!

2. I found the characters really unlikable. Eric was alright, but the rest I couldn't care less for. I started out liking charlie but he quickly became annoying. I really wanted to like Ash but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way. Where was the character development here?!

3. The story line! The Billy Blake story was long and pointless. Maybe it will be important later on but it definitely could have been shorter. It took like 3 mini-game sessions just to get through it! When he said "should I continue" I literally yelled no!

4. The story line! It was unoriginal. Some parts felt very copy, paste, change a few lines and here's a new story.

5. The mini-games. I didn't like how it forced you to play them at set times. One of the things I liked about Duskwood is that you could play all the mini-games in each set and then not have to stop the story so much.

6. AI! I get that they don't have actors for all of the characters but why not use stock images like before? Why do they have to use AI?!?!

7. You can't rewatch ANY of the videos or phone calls. They literally disappear. Yet somehow they are "saved" so you can send them to other characters.

8. We waited 2 years for that?! It had the potential to be amazing and even better than Duskwood. We know Everbyte can make an amazing game Duskwood is proof of that. This did not live up to those standards

I'm sure there's more but this is all I can think of at the moment.

#moonvale release #moonvale critics #moonvale thoughts #moonvale #everbyte studio

[bridgertonandchocolate]

Top Polin moments from part 1. I can't put them in any particular order because I really LOVED ALL of them. Truly. But there is obviously a top favorite. If it's not everyone's #1 I don't know what you've been watching.

Carriage. Need we say more?! This is the top Polin moment of part 1. The way I finished the season around 6:30 in the morning and then proceeded to watch the carriage scene over and over for about an hour straight before I had to leave for work. They told us we weren't ready and they were right. I'm still not ready and I must have watched it hundreds of times. The rollercoaster of emotions from the anger and desperation to the despair to pure love and laughing together. Not to mention I think this has to be one of the longest Bridgerton love scenes (besides Simon and Daphne's honeymoon probably). It was the hottest make-out sesh followed by some special finger time I've ever seen. The way that you know they're both gonna be kinky too. The hair tugging and smirk. The AFTERCARE. Good god. I can't. It's fantastic. The way you can see in Colin's eyes that he's like "she's my wife now and forever" before he climbs out of the carriage. He's like maybe I should ask her lol. This will be my favorite scene of Bridgerton forever until part 2 comes out probably and then it might get topped.

Now in no particular order:

2. Cake. I really want to know what was going through Luke Newton's mind when he was watching her lick icing off her fingers. Because...the boy was hungry. You can't tell me he wasn't thinking about just how her mouth tastes but other parts too. You know he was. Also throwback to season 1 when Marina told Pen babies basically came from cake lol. And then Colin bought the same cake just to taste what she tasted and he LICKED HIS FINGER just like her and then looked at her. Like...bro be more subtle please.

3. "Shall we gallop on?" The two of them laughing together is something I absolutely ADORE about them. Colin and his dad jokes. I don't find dad jokes funny unless they're coming from Colin Bridgerton's mouth and obviously so does Pen. Even in the market when they giggle about their first meeting. PLEASE. Giving me life. The other two couples were too serious for me. This couple DGAF about propriety. Obviously.

4. Drawing Room Lesson and Cutting of the Hand. From beginning to end. Another rollercoaster of emotion. The fact that Pen no longer feels comfortable in Bridgerton House (like bitch you belong there don't even) to Colin's hand on her back. Had to rewind that a few times in the initial watch. And then he's setting the scene pretending they're at a ball and telling her to flirt with him. The eyes. A confession that's not really a confession from Pen. Colin rushing her out of the room. Her reading the journals (naughty Pen) and then we know what happens. He literally holds her hand. You cannot convince me he doesn't curve his fingers against hers to pull her in.

5. First Kiss. Perfect in every way. It's a moment I loved in the book and it was nearly identical and I loved seeing it play out on screen. The quick peck. The going back in for seconds and thirds. The hand lingering on her face. The way you can see he's fundamentally changed. GAH!

6. The Dream. I want to know what other dreams Colin's had because it seems like there was definitely more than one because he said he prefers sleep to being awake so....there's definitely more than what we were graced with. The way he pushed her up against the door frame. Good Lord Colin.

Honorable mentions: literally every other Polin moment. The savior moment with the balloon. The first lesson while promenading and then again in the market when she thinks she can't be taught and he's like "you already know what you're doing babe." Post kiss under the willow tree. Colin's conversation with Mama Bridgerton even though Pen wasn't super involved. It was magnificent. Colin getting interrupted by Debling when he wants to ask Pen if she feels the same way and he just can't help but stare at her lips and totally forget what he came there to do. Pen literally looked at him scared that he was about to eat her face. And then him sad and depressed watching them dance like he just lost his wife.

#bridgerton #polin #it’s polin season #bridgerton season three #romancing mister bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin x penelope

[pluckyredhead]

So the Bill Willingham Steph post crossed my dash again and got me wondering... if you're a writer, what IS the best way to respond to fans (singular or group) that publicly call out your writing at a con? Obviously you shouldn't wish violence on them but since it's not like you can un-write the story, do you ignore them? Change the subject? Argue back?

I mean, I can't pretend to know the BEST way to handle a volatile question in a public space, when saying nothing is not an option.

But I also want to challenge the idea that fans were "calling out [Willingham's] writing," because that wasn't what they were doing. Sure, plenty of people said he was a hack online. But at cons, what they were asking was "Why doesn't Steph have a memorial case?"

I always hammer that point home because it's so astonishing to me now. We didn't want them to bring Steph back from the dead. We just wanted them to memorialize her fairly. We were asking for crumbs, and it infuriated Willingham and DC Editorial. To the point that when they did bring Steph back by revealing Leslie Thompson had faked Steph's death, Tim goes "So that's why she didn't have a memorial case!" They would rather have her alive than give a bunch of (mostly) female fans the tiny bit of fairness they had been asking for. It's just mind-boggling to me now how little we were willing to settle for and how angry it still made DC.

Anyway, the decision to kill Steph was editorially mandated, and the decision not to give her a case was also editorially mandated - neither of those were Willingham's decision to make. (The other objection fans had, the sexualized depiction of Black Mask torturing Steph, was also not Willingham's fault - that was artist Jon Proctor.) Now, obviously Willingham couldn't just say "Not my fault, ask DC" because throwing his employer under the bus would not have been good for his career. But DC also shouldn't have hung him out to dry.

I think ideally with any controversial storyline, the publisher should have a discussion with the creators about the best way to handle questions so that everyone is on the same page. But what happens instead is that creators (underpaid freelancers who are almost all in precarious financial circumstances) bear the full brunt of any anger, blame, or harassment, and the publishers (massive corporations*) get to ignore it.

Of course, in Willingham's case, he was not harassed, but asked a polite question ("Why doesn't Steph have a memorial case?") that he probably could have easily said was up to DC without getting in trouble. But instead he chose to publicly fantasize about committing violence against real women, because he was annoyed. So that's DEFINITELY not the answer.

So in conclusion: in general publishers should step up more, in specific Willingham is a fucking douche.

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*When I say "massive corporations" I'm talking specifically about DC and Marvel, who are owned by Warner Bros and Disney respectively. Image is not a massive corporation. Also, DC Comics and Marvel Comics are in tricky positions because they are actually small, weirdly ramshackle legacy publishers who in a lot of ways still operate like they did when Marvel had two (2) actual employees, Stan Lee and his secretary Flo Steinberg. They operate on tiny margins, everyone who works there is criminally underpaid, their HR is a fucking joke... So like, none of this excuses editors for repeatedly not supporting their creators during times of controversy (THE FUCKING MOCKINGBIRD COVER, Chelsea Cain is a TERF but that shit was ridiculous), but I think it's also important to remember that when we're talking about the people editing these books on a monthly basis, we're not talking about Bog Iger or David Zaslav - we're talking about someone living in NYC or Burbank working 60 hour weeks on a $45K salary so that Disney has enough IP to make Guardians of the Galaxy 9 or whatever. It's complicated.

#comics #stephanie brown #spoiler #robin

[sagephilosophie]

Late Night 𖤍

┃ SHIO⃤ Y.

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NSFW, virginity loss, Yakuza!Shio (canon), GN!Reader, dark themes disguised with humour, Neurodivergent-coded reader, awkward first meetings, heavy social inequality themes, usage of "(name)" twice, Shio being canonicaly egotistical, personality change, hook-ups, manipulation, threats, Sexual coercion, Virginity kink, necktie used as handcuffs, protected sex, fingering, Dacryphilia, rough kissing, switching between soft and rough sex, bleeding.

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"This way, miss."

You were a little lost even after the bodyguard invited you in, it was your first time being invited to one of those rich poeple parties, who would have known you even could be seen by them.

You made your way inside the giant mansion, passing by all the bourgeoisies with their branded outfits and thinking how fake they must be, you stopped when a butler offered you a drink from the tray, you took a glass of champagne and thanked him, wondering how much it could've cost you if it wasn't free.

The voices of men cheering from the casino table caught your attention, you got closer to see the game better when you noticed a charming bulky man with black and yellow strands hair and rolled up sleeves that exposed his full arm tattoo, from the distress of the other player, he was most likely winning.

"DAMMIT YOTSURUGI!!!!! I'M NEVER PLAYING ANY ROUNDS WITH YOU AGAIN!!!!!"

The tattooed man made no reaction as he claimed his money and the entire crowd of expensively dressed men rooted for him, "That's enough for today, see you next game with my money."

You glanced at him one more time, he took a glass of whiskey from the man behind him, likely a bodyguard, and walked away from the sulking loser. You followed him with your eyes before you managed to get ahold yourself and drifted your attention back to the boring party that you had no idea what you could do in except judging poeple.

You took a look around you and everyone was either talking to their old acquaintances, gambling away all their money, or getting drunk off their asses, you clearly didn't belong between them, the fact you were standing alone with your glass of champagne was proof of that.

A hand reached out to touch your shoulder and you jolted in surprise, only to see the man that catched your eyes earlier was right behind you, "Lost ?"

"...i'm sorry ?", you caught on to what he said late, or you were too busy admiring his physique, there was no way of telling which was it.

"You seem lost.", he stated and you stared at him inattentively only replying with a plain "huh?", unaware how it proved his point, the man opened his mouth to speak then shut it again and finally asked, "Can i get you a drink ?"

You raised your glass to signal already having one, the gentleman almost facepalmed at the awful communication, "let me rephrase that, would you like to keep accompany me through the night ?"

'Oh... Awkward...', "I'd... love to! Thanks!", 'Thanks?! Are you serious?!'

The man chuckled and held your hand bringing it closer to his lips, "I'm Shio Yotsurugi, fancy meeting you..."

He waited for your introduction and you looked at him cluelessly until you realised, "oh, (name)."

"How lovely, enchanted.", The oldest Yotsurugi leaned to place a kiss on your hand and grabbing it with all gentleness, "How about we talk somewhere more private, (Name) ?"

You were about to remark that everyone was busy minding their own business but by that time Shio was trailing you behind him out of the room, on a certain angle, it seems like you're getting kidnapped, yet on another this could be how rich poeple hit on others, you weren't exactly sure but hoped it was the latter.

You found yourself being dragged upstairs to an empty room, now there is no doubt you look like you're getting abducted, when Shio opened the door it revealed a suite with five-stars qualities, with an extensive sofa, a table full of snacks, a bar counter, a huge jacuzzi in the corner, and a king-sized canopy bed, the luxury interior design marked the master of the house as someone who must have a really fine taste.

You had a feeling this was going too quickly, you just met the man and he already led you into this gigantic room and headed to the counter to pour himself a second glass, "Want a refill ?"

"Wouldn't the owner be mad ?", you queried innocently.

Shio's grin turned into laughter, with the stoic expression he had earlier, seeing him laugh was an odd scene to witness, "What's so funny ?"

"This is your first time here, isn't it ?", his laughter gradually stopped to take his drink getting past you and sat with his legs crossed on the sofa

"Yes... is it that obvious ?", you seemed confused at this whole situation, all he did was gesture you to sit down next to him and you hesitantly obliged whilst keeping your distance.

"So, from whose side did you come ?", Shio kept eying you down, you on the other hand tried to guess what he meant on your own, whose side... he is likely asking who invited you.

"My boss! i just got promoted into executive manager!.", you answered him with a bright smile.

"Congratulations, you kept your job with that kind of focusing skills."

"What ?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"Well, he said i must attend this guy's party to celebrate... i forgot the name though, he sounds like any typical billionaire."

"Really ?"

"Yeah, from his name alone i can tell he is one of those filthy rich old men who throw parties to show off and make up for their tiny dicks."

"You think ?"

"That's how they all are, ugh! i can't stand the likes of my boss honestly, i know that he just invites his workers to look charitable in front of these other wealthy old men, who also act noble by inviting poeple to their odd ritual-like lifestyle, while in reality they're all heartless perverted douchebags that care more about getting their dicks wet than actually doing something useful with their life, such as this guy... the name is on the tip of my tongue... ummmm y-ya- yo- Yot-"

"Yotsurugi ?"

"That's it!!!! Yotsu- oh...", You looked down trying to avert his eyes, "...I'm sorry... i didn't really mean what i said..."

Why would you think ranting about your ignorant boss to Mr. Moneybags whom you just met was a good idea ? Now it turns out this is his property you're on too, and you just insulted him and his friends, you can bid your career goodbye, if he's kind enough to let you leave with your head attached to your body.

"I wasn't told my name was so expressive before.", he said finishing his beverage and putting the glass down loudly, the sound made you flinch, "i said i'm sorry, i swear i didn't mean to offend you..."

Shio clicked on his tounge and you just wanted to burry yourself alive, instead, the only option left is to engage in small talk and then exist at the first possible chance, "...sooo... this is your room then ?... it's...nice..."

"Indeed, this is where i usually like to get my dick wet.", your face scrunched in annoyance, "okay i'm done here, it was nice meeting you."

You tried to walk away when you've been pulled back by your wrist, Yotsurugi had a bruising grip on it, "You're staying."

Trying to break free from his hand was no use, his size came in his favor, "Let go!"

"I don't think so, we still have a lot of talking to do.", the guy was seriously starting to freak you out, but what came out of his mouth next was the real scary part, "If you think you can easily get away with insulting my name, you're dead wrong, in case you weren't told, i'm the king around here, i'm the chosen one.

A nobody like you calling me a manwhore casually, ruins my mood, and when my mood is ruined, you start begging for your life."

Great, he is delusional and you hurt his ego, what a perfect conclusion to this terrible party, he seemed normal a few moments ago, why did you have to speak ? Why ?

"Sir... you're hurting my wrist... let me go and i won't run away... i promise...", obviously, you planned to do the opposite and run for your life but the cold-blooded glare he shot you as soon as he lost contact with your arm made you freeze in your place and oblige unwillingly, "...What do you want from me now ?"

Shio sat in a position where his fist was on his cheek and he fully turned to face you, "Well, let's get straight to the point, i brought you here to hookup...", how logical, of course that's what he wanted, "...And i will forget about this whole thing if you agree to that."

You blinked a few times in confusion, keeping up with his personality changes was difficult, did he seriously want sex as a repayment for accidentally offending him ? Or did he want you to sleep with him all along ?

"I don't understand... So you're not actually... upset with me ?"

"I am.", 'reassuring', "However, agree to have sex and i will happily let it slide, deal ?"

"And if i don't ?"

"In that case, it's your choice and you can go home, just for now...", you didn't have time to feel relieved when his face came so close you had to move yours further, "...but i won't let the disrespect slide, and if i hear of you putting foot on my territory again, this will not end well."

The situation you are put in is pure unluck, you have never engaged in any sexual activity with anyone in your life, and currently, you have the option to lose your virginity to an egotistical maniac who happened to be a man of power - a yakuza - Or you can keep living in fear of when you will slip up and suffer the consequences of your big mouth.

The answer was needed immediately, due to that the pressure was getting to your nerves and you were drenched in sweat, the negative vibes in the air were not helping, feeling suffocated from the burden, you told him what he hoped, "I'll do it..."

You gasped when the same masculine hand that bruised earlier held your hips and drew you closer, "Smart choice~"

His lips traveled to yours, feeling every inch of your mouth with bliss as his veiny hands massaged your back, fighting for the sudden approach you got out of the kiss to inform him, "Wait!"

To your surprise he did stop, but keeping you in place not to run away, "Just so you know... this will be my first time- i'm a virgin..."

The handsome heir's expression remained the same, unlike how you assumed his reaction to be, he almost fooled you into thinking he couldn't care less about such information, until you made the mistake of looking down, that visible bulge was not there before, you would know that because you've been taking peeks.

A gasp left your throat when he picked you from the couch bridal style and there was nothing else to grab on except his collar, you thought he might throw you off the window at first, and on the contrary, your head hit a soft velvety mattress, now caged under Shio who straight off removed his dress shirt leaving his tattoos in full display.

You felt something inside you wake up when he twisted his necktie around his hand and crafted it into handcuffs that hugged your own tightly, and soon enough hugging the headboard too.

"This was supposed to be quick but for your first time, i will make it special."

Your gaze followed him towering over your figure to grab something from the nightstand, in a clearer view, turns out to be lube and condoms he layed beside him to most importantly undress you.

With the useless pieces of fabric out of the way, the yakuza zipped down his pants to release his hard cock, "Not as tiny as you expected, is it ?"

You gulped and muttered a quiet 'No' under your breath, with your arms unable to move freely, you relied on your orbs to observe him closely put the condom on and the lubricant falling down on his index and middle fingers, your eyes shot up to the sky sensing the cold liquid by your entrance, Shio's fingers pushing it inside, thrusting them in and out slowly at first then at just the right speed.

There was no helping the noises of unfamiliarity coming out at being touched for the first time, your own form adapted before you could and opened up to him, releasing more fluid than the lube, he took out his fingers at that and left you feeling uncomfortably needy, "Seems like you're ready for me."

With one swift movement he moved your thighs to his sides, positioning himself near your hole, a shiver ran through your body when he shoved the tip inside, your inexperienced body can feel the stinging pain of every force he puts in to fit his whole thing.

Once he was all in, the euphoria urged him to devour you, when tears fell down your cheeks, his thumb was quick to brush it away, you realized after he tasted it that he was almost certainly into that, despite already knowing it wasn't his intention to soothe you at that stage.

Shio soon puzzled you by setting a reasonable pace in contrast of your expectations, the warmth was unlike his fingers but way more consistent and filling, and the gentle thrusts confirmed that he kept his words to guarantee you had a good first time experience. On occasion, you felt a little uncomfortable, but overall, you were too busy whimpering with delight to pay attention to it.

After a few minutes of adjusting to his size, you hesitated to open your eyes completely, only to discover that the massive man was sweating heavily and holding on to both sides of the mattress like his life depends on it.

Like all millionaire men, he within minutes had enough of woke roles where he wasn't the one benefiting the most, abruptly, you sensed his grip on your chest, and he shifted the rhythm, pounding into you so roughly that the bed began to shake.

You moaned simultaneously with the skin slapping sound, instinctively, you tried to free your arms, but his deep thrusts and the tight knot around your wrists made you weaker than you ever imagined. The man slipped a hand under your ass, looking all hot and sweaty and like he was having loads of fun taking your virginity. He caught you struggle and grinned before his slams became sloppier and diving into your mouth with such eagerness that even you knew he was going to come.

When he reached his climax, his crushing weight fell on top of you, you can still feel his condom laying inside, the tie was starting to bruise you and you didn't get to finish yet, "...Are we done here ?"

His yellow eyes shot up at you before he unknotted the cuffs and picked you up, Upon being carried, you were at this point depending on him to keep you from falling and to hold on to his shoulders when Shio suddenly started pushing up again and you threw your head back in pleasure at the better position that hit just the right places until your cum was dripping down.

He put you back down on the bed, removing the bloodied bedcover and coating your panting body with a blanket, offering you a bottle of water he took from the cabinet.

"Am i free to go now ?"

"Go where ?"

"Home..."

"Oh, no, you belong to me now."

                             @sagephilosophie

#i write! #vee's #negai no astro #astro royale #shio yotsurugi #shio yotsurugi x you #shio yotsurugi smut #shio yotsurugi x reader #negai no astro smut #negai no astro x reader #nna x reader #nna smut

[alexvolleyball]

Short Skirt!

react: You have decided to wear a short skirt on a date/important meeting/outing with friends/study.

ft: Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Maki.

a/n: English is not my first language, so mistakes are possible.

warnings: soft; sexual innuendo; profanity; fem!reader.

Gojo Satoru

You and your boyfriend are going on a date tonight. That's just great news! He has very little free time. He's the strongest! And now you can finally be together. Satoru invited you to your favorite cafe. The same cafe where you first met. Thinking long and hard about what to wear your choice was a blue polo and a white tennis skirt. A short tennis skirt. Arriving at the appointed place, you tried to find your boyfriend and after spotting ashy hair in the crowd, you ran towards him: "Satoruu! Hello, my love!" His from smiling changed to emotionless. He's angry.

— What's that? — You lowered your gaze to the skirt he was staring at intently. — Yeah, baby. I mean the skirt. Why are you dressed like that? Are you trying to get other men's attention? — He came so close to you that your eyelashes fluttered with his breath. — Honey, do you want me to be jealous? Huh, you're good at that.

Yeri Shoko

You decide to pick up your girlfriend, as she likes to stay late. Sometimes you feel like she's not dating you, but her job. Since it was chilly outside, you wore a sweater and a short skirt with tights underneath. You looked very nice. Walking into Yeri's office the first thing you crossed paths with was Gojo, who was pestering your girlfriend again. When he saw you in that outfit, he complimented you. Shoko rolled her eyes: — Go home Satoru, you're in the way.

— Yeah, yeah. You're just jealous of her! Don't worry, I know I'm irresistible and all, but I won't take her away from you. We're friends~ After saying that, Gojo walked away, leaving you two alone.

— Baby, you look gorgeous. — After saying that, she hugged you, kissing you on the cheek.

— You're not mad?

— No. You're free to wear what you want. I'm confident and I trust you. So I'm not afraid of Satoru stealing you away. — Another kiss on the cheek. — Besides, I know guys aren't your type.

— You know everything about me. Well, home?

— Home.

Nanami Kento

You're having a corporate party. And you and your husband are definitely going to go. There's just one small detail. You don't wear dresses, but you have a lot of skirts, and many of them are office skirts. So you're wearing a short yellow pencil skirt and a white turtleneck. You looked simple but tasteful. After doing your natural makeup, you made your way down to the first floor, where Nanami was waiting for you in the living room, long since ready to go out. Looking at you his eyebrows furrowed: "Why are you wearing such a short skirt?"

— You don't like it?

— I like everything you wear. But there are plenty of men who don't mind seeing things that only I should see. Please, dear, change your clothes. I'm afraid I won't be there when you need me. I don't want anything to happen to you.

Ryomen Sukuna (modern AU. He's a rising star in MMA)

You decided to come to your boyfriend's next fight. You put on a red short skirt and a white shirt and went to the competition. There were a lot of people. And there were even more nasty guys. You, as Sukun's girlfriend, sat in the vipzone and watched the whole thing. Some old guy sat down and started complimenting your legs. What's worse than a piedophile? I have no idea. Would he have touched your leg if he hadn't been grabbed by Uraume's hand? Oh! That's your boyfriend's manager! That's lucky! : "I beg you not to bother Madam, sir. Mr. Ryomen won't like it."

— What? Who are you? Don't bother us.

— Oh, are you asking for it? Uh, okay. You can live for now since Mr. Sukuna is busy. However, after the battle, he will gladly deal with whoever is bothering his future wife.

Uraume left, but you weren't afraid of the man anymore because your boyfriend's manager scared him badly, yes so much so that he moved. The fight ended in a Sukuna victory. You never doubted him. You were able to sneak into the locker room to see him. As soon as Ryomen saw you, he threw his arms around you. "Babe, I've got five minutes to do something. Here are the keys, get in the car and wait for me there. It's cold outside.

— Okay! — You kiss his cheek and go away. You didn't know what kind of business your champion had. But Uraume knew, because he told his Lord what was happening during the fight. Having found this man, Sukuna quickly dealt with him, saying finally: "I hate scum who approach my girlfriend. I have connections, and your death will be counted as an accident. You shouldn't have risked your life for that pretty girl who's busy with me!”

It's been over five minutes. You were starting to worry. And that's when your boyfriend showed up. He got in the car, gave you a quick kiss and started it.

— What's taking so long?

— Yes, I was dealing with someone. — You were adjusting your skirt every second and he noticed it. — Little one, wear whatever you want, I'll bend anyone.

Ino Takuma

As soon as he saw you in a short skirt his jaw dropped. He ran up and started spinning around you, looking you over from all sides. You could have sworn you saw stars in his eyes. Clapping his hands as if you were his birthday present, Ino complimented you. He wasn't the least bit jealous of you, he wanted others to admire you. (So that everyone would be jealous that you were dating him.)

— You look gorgeous, buttercup. — Saying this he kissed your hand as if you were a princess and he was asking you to dance. And he did. There was some kind of festival in town today and people were having a good time. There were strolling musicians near you and they played for you. You can't pass up a chance like that. You and Ino were dancing, laughing and whispering stories in each other's ears. Everyone was looking at you, but you didn't care about them. You looked into each other's eyes in love. Tonight it will be just the two of you.

Maki Zenin

She herself sometimes wears skirts like that, so she was only happy that you finally, in all the time you've known each other, wore that skirt. With a smirk, she crept up from behind and hugged you sharply. You were startled, but it was so cozy in her embrace that you didn't resent her. You turned to her and kissed her on the lips. Zenin blushed. As much as she tries to seem unapproachable, she's still very shy.

— You're cute in that skirt. — Kissing you on the cheek she said. — And a very hot girl! — She slapped your ass and held her hand on it, stroking the spot where she hit you. She laughed at your attempts to get out of her embrace. — Well, well, well, girl. Take it easy. Wear a skirt like that more often. It looks good on you. I like it.

a/n: Guess who my favorite character is.

@plutism

#maki zenin #jjk x reader #sukuna #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru #ino takuma #nanami kento

[unseededtoast]

Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Eighteen

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

I focus all of my attention on Joel, whose eyes are now closed, and his hand lays limp against his bleeding wound.

Joel and I slide furniture in front of the stairway to buy us some more time for when the infected get in. Luckily for us, this place looks like it used to be some sort of apartment building. The main floor was the lobby and there are about three other rooms on the second floor.

We've put a couch and a dresser in front of the stairs, which should buy us a minute tops. But it's better than nothing. Joel crouches on the ground and tosses me a box of ammunition from his bag. My fumbling fingers reload my weapon, the sound of my heartbeat and rushed breaths infiltrate my ears.

Joel jumps back to his feet and starts pacing around the rooms, looking for something that could save us. My eyes analyze the rooms as well, and I find myself in the kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets I find a half-full bottle of vodka. With a fresh idea I find the bedroom and tear off a piece of the sheets. Joel brushes past me as I enter the bedroom, a deep scowl on his face.

"Hey." I call his attention and hold up the material and bottle in my hand.

"Not enough time to get drunk before they get in." He smarts off.

"No, fucking listen." I say and he stops pacing around. With angry eyes he looks at me as I twist the top of the bottle off and shove the material into the opening. It clicks in his mind what I'm suggesting and he nods.

"Could work." He says and bites the skin on his lips. My eyes drift back to the window and I notice telltale black bars outside of it. My finger points to the window,

"There's a fucking fire escape." I breathe, unsure of how I didn't notice that when the building was first pointed out. Though at the time, we weren't looking for a way out of the building, but a quiet way in. Joel rushes to the window and shoves it open with one strong pull.

Glass smashes downstairs and the infected screams echo in the apartment building. Joel practically throws me out of the window onto the escape before he joins me.

"Gotta light?" I ask, hand held out expectantly. He fishes out his lighter and places it roughly in my hand. The material catches the flame easily. The infected start entering the building, and I drop the bottle right in the middle of the crowd before too many get in.

A large flame erupts from the crowd, setting fire to many of them. Flame is passed from one infected to the other quickly, and soon enough almost the entire crowd of them is set ablaze. Bodies hit the ground like flies, the fire killing them quickly.

"Come on." Joel nudges me forward. My eyes are torn from the flaming corpses and I focus on going up the stairs to the roof.

The fire escape is rather unstable, but it's good enough to get us up onto the roof without incident. As soon as we reach the roof the two of us distance ourselves and regroup individually. The sounds of the infected that remain echo below us.

From Joel's demeanor I can tell he's angry. And truthfully, he has every right to be mad. This was all my fault after all. Guilt seeps into me and I look over the edge of the roof out into the town. The town looks like every other town nowadays; run down and dirty. Though, something odd catches my attention, and I squint to see what it is.

Beyond the semi truck that opened from the tripwire, I see thin glints of light placed in strategic increments. More tripwires, and some look like they've been tripped as well. It wasn't the gunfire that called them all, it was the infected that was let out by me that opened more traps. Had I not set off the first wire, we definitely would have set off at least one other; they're almost invisible, especially in the night.

"Look at this." I keep my voice low enough so the infected can't hear me, but loud enough that Joel can. He picks up his gaze from the ground and slowly walks over, squinting in the low light to see what I'm pointing at.

"What?" He questions, not seeing what I am.

"Beyond the semi, there are more tripwires. That's where the rest of them came from." I point down to where I see the thin shining of light. Joel's eyes narrow and he spots them with a grunt before he turns his back and paces around the rooftop.

"Someone had to set those. And if it's the same people that shot the guy back at the library they're probably still out here and all of this is going to lead them directly to us." His voice is raising with anger and I look back down to the street where some infected are starting to lose interest.

"If it did then they still have to deal with those infected before they get to us. Plus, we have the high ground here we will see them before they see us, guaranteed." I try to reason with him. Joel huffs and stops pacing, his fiery eyes meeting mine and making me once again understand that at the end of the day, Joel is dangerous. My eyes turn down from his, unable to match their intensity.

I focus my attention on the town, looking and listening for anything other than infected. If there are people here then they're probably going to approach this stealthily, if they're smart that is. But from where we're situated, no matter if they're quiet or loud, I should be able to spot them. Crouching down to peek over the rooftop to be virtually invisible, my eyes scan back and forth between buildings and streets, only seeing the disorganized shuffle of the infected.

After a while, Joel comes and crouches next to me, rifle in hand. My eyes rest on the rifle before they drift up to see his face. The anger he held has disappeared, replaced with a deadpan, unreadable expression.

"Anything?" He asks monotonously.

"Nothing but infected." I answer just as monotonously. There's a sort of tension between us and I know that I'm the root cause of it, but I can't bring myself to apologize just yet. My gaze finds its way back down to the streets and I sigh, ready to be off of this rooftop.

"We could go that way out of here." Joel points off to the right, two streets over from where the semi sits. I shift so that I can see the path more clearly and see that the street has been blocked off, likely to keep the infected released by the trip wires in a specific area, like they're being corralled.

"I think it's the best chance we have." I truthfully answer and Joel wastes no time in moving. Having no other choice but to follow him, I keep my steps light and silent so the infected aren't tipped off to our movements.

We move to the rooftop adjacent to the one we're on now, thankfully it's only a few feet leap. My backpack thumps against my back as I land and Joel is already climbing down the ladder of this building's fire escape. Pushing my frustration with him aside, I follow him down and see that detached semi trailers are blocking this street from the one we were just on, the one where I set off the tripwire. It dawns on me now that even if we tried to go another way we would've been trapped with the infected, just like this setup was intended to do.

Now that we're behind the makeshift wall, our eyes stay glued to the ground as we walk, keeping alert for more traps. It's obvious that whoever is, or was, here has the manpower and brains to rig a very sophisticated system. A nagging voice in the back of my mind is telling me that there's no chance this place is truly abandoned, not with this kind of security.

The blocked off street extends for at least half of a mile, each side of the street has been walled in by trailers, shipping containers, or an assortment of cars stacked on top of each other. This is like a safety corridor for whoever built this, making them immune to their own trap.

We reach the end of the corridor and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Placing my hands on my hips, I turn and take in the magnitude of this trap. Even if we had tried to run straight through the infected, the streets are blocked off back here as well; the only chance of escape was through that safety corridor. And we made it.

However, my relief doesn't last long because as I turn I see Joel's hands up by his shoulders in surrender, and a man has a knife pressed to his throat. The man appears to be fairly clean cut, his hair is short and his face is smooth. He's got a wild, manic look in his eye though and I know that the knife to Joel's throat is not an empty threat. My hands slowly raise at my sides as well in surrender.

"Let him go." My voice is low and steady. The man flashes me a crazed smile and readjusts his grip on the knife's handle. My mind starts to panic but I keep it at bay, needing to keep my wits about me for Joel's sake.

"You weren't supposed to get out of there alive." The captor's voice is high pitched and strained.

"It's an impressive trap you have." I try to defuse the situation by complimenting the man, no matter how crazy he is. His eyes flicker to the makeshift walls.

"Took the whole team weeks to do. Only been set off twice now and it worked like a charm the first time." He says and I glance to Joel, seeing anger and fear swimming in his eyes. If he makes any movement, the knife's blade is sure to slit his throat and I'm keenly aware of that; the blade is positioned right above his jugular. The sight of the silver blade on Joel's tan neck strikes me to my core and I know there's one thing for certain; this man is not going to take Joel from me.

"Well I can certainly understand wanting to keep your people safe." My words are chosen carefully and I take extra caution to keep my seething anger out of my tone.

"Once that shipping container fell you should've been trapped within those two blocks. You weren't supposed to find the hallway." The man's words are rushed, he's flustered that we made it out alive. I take a miniscule step closer to Joel, trying to formulate a plan in my head.

"How do you reset something like that?" I try to distract him from my movements by keeping him talking. He shakes his head wildly and I take another small step forward.

"We got bells rigged in the trailers to get the infected back in. All we have to do is reset the wires and haul up the container." His words let me know that there are most definitely more people here, and I'm willing to bet they're going to come looking for this man soon. My fingers twitch in anticipation.

"How do you get that container back up?" I point in the general direction in which it fell right behind me, taking another step when the man looks off that way. I'm about two feet away from them, and now all I have to do is make my movements count. One wrong move could end with Joel's throat cut. Slowly, I begin lowering my hands so that I might be able to grab my curved blade in a second's notice.

"Got some gasoline reserved for the crane." The captor's eyes turn back to me and I nod.

"That's smart. And we don't want any trouble here, we're just trying to pass through." My voice does not betray me, and my words sound solid despite the eruption of butterflies in my stomach from nerves and adrenaline.

"Well I can't let you leave, you were never supposed to make it out." His voice isn't as high strung as it was moments ago and I can see the resolve in his eyes. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. There's no more time for me to stall, I have to do something now. My eyes meet Joel's and he's staring right back at me, as if he's trying to mentally communicate something.

"I can give you some supplies if you let us go, it's not much but it's all I have." My eyes break from Joel's to the man holding the knife. He tilts his head,

"What do you have?" He asks and I go to slip the straps of my bag off my shoulders, my decision having been made about how to save Joel. As I take the bag off my back I step towards the knife-wielding man. His eyes are glued to the bag as I drop it to the ground beside him, and I kneel to act as if I'm going to unzip it, strategically placing my body in a way that he can't see the front of my right hip.

In one swift movement my fingers find the cool metal hilt of my curved blade and when I stand up from the bag, I waste no time in digging the curved tip into the man's neck. The man instantaneously drops the knife from Joel's throat to clutch as his own neck. The sharp curved tip of my blade rips the man's throat open, and he's unable to scream. He can only choke on his own blood as he crumples to the ground. My hand is slick with warm blood, but I can't find it in me to be disgusted by it right now. The blood draining from the man's throat quickly pools, and I snatch my bag up from the ground so it doesn't get stained.

"Come on we gotta go." Joel's voice is rushed and he pushes me forward, breaking my eyes away from the dying man on the street. His bright red blood begins running down the cracked asphalt of the road, his eyes staring right at me as I turn to run.

Joel and I run towards what we assume is the exit of this town, but the further we get from the man, the more voices can be heard. We hide behind an overturned car, trying to keep our breaths quiet so we can see how many people we're dealing with. In front of us, there's a group of people, some holding lit torches in their hand so they can see in the night. Others are holding shotguns, handguns, and I see grenades strapped to the thighs of some people.

"The trap was set off but Steve never returned. We split off into our pairs and we search for what went wrong." A woman speaks, standing at the front of the group. Quickly I count twelve people, meaning there are going to be six pairs roaming the area.

From the looks of these people, they seem to be running a smooth operation out here. Their clothes are intact and they all look well-groomed. Not to mention the plethora of weapons they have at their disposal, it almost reminds me of FEDRA soldiers. Joel shifts beside me and I turn to look at him, a dark almost predatory look in his eyes. He places his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet and he reaches for his own knife. I understand what he's saying, and I readjust the grip on my curved blade.

Pairs of people break off from the main meeting and begin wandering the streets of their town. I notice how three pairs go one way, and the other three head in the opposite direction.

"We could try to sneak through." I whisper into Joel's ear, pointing the direction we were running in. He looks down the street and sighs,

"There's no cover for us that way if we get spotted." He points out and I see that he's right. This overturned car is the only sort of cover available, we'd be out in the open if we continue on.

"So we have to go through." I say, knowing what's to come. Joel nods his head and I motion for him to take the lead.

Once all the groups have turned down some side street, Joel moves forward. There's another row of buildings on this street and it closely mirrors the main street we looted before we fell into the trap. We can probably use these for cover as we sneak on out of here. Joel ducks into the first building and we keep our eyes and ears open for any movement. Though it's dark out, these people still have the advantage here.

As soon as we know the coast is clear, we head into the next building. I'm not entirely sure what Joel's plan is, but I know I trust his judgment about this. The front door of the building opens, the two of us huddle behind a counter situated on the back wall. I count two sets of footsteps walking, and it sounds like they're getting closer.

"It could've been an animal that set it off for all we know." One of the group members speaks quietly to her partner.

"It probably was, but oh well. They'll be back here soon with the all clear. Steve's probably just investigating what happened." The man sighs in response and his footsteps get closer. Above my head, I see his elbow leaning back on the counter. One small move and he'll see us back here and will undoubtedly alert the others.

"Or maybe it was one of those psychos we ran into a few weeks ago." The woman speaks again and it sounds like she walks closer as well.

"If I see those fucking people again I swear I'm going to lose it." The man above me speaks with hatred.

"Think they'd come back for vengeance? I mean we did kill five of their people." I see the top of the woman's head from over the countertop, her hair pulled back into a bun.

"Who knows." Joel catches my eye and moves his knife in a way that tells me that he's going to make a move. I nod, having no other choice but to take down the other one. Joel holds up one finger, then two, and then three.

Once he reaches three, we both jump up. Joel reaches across the counter and puts his hand over the woman's mouth as he suffocates her. I jump onto the counter, resting on my knees as I plunge my curved knife into the man's throat. There's no way I could've suffocated him like Joel did that woman. The two of us quickly search their bodies, taking everything useful. A few loose bullets were left in the man's pocket along with a small pistol. I tuck the gun into the back of my waistband after loading it, ensuring the safety is on before I stash it on my body.

We can't stay here for long, someone is going to notice these bodies sooner or later. Staying crouched as I move, I follow Joel back out onto the main street and he stops abruptly before turning the corner. Listening closely I can hear the approaching footsteps. There's no time for me to reposition myself so that it's easier to take the pair down in sync, so I'm going to have to improvise here. My weight is kept on the balls of my feet so that I can spring up when needed.

The footsteps come closer and closer until I see one of their shoes. Joel leaps from his spot and suffocates the person closest to him and I jump tackle the other, slicing their jugular in one swift move. These bodies are even more conspicuous than the last and we move on without checking their bodies. We have two pairs down out of six that are out here, but maybe we can leave this place without having to kill everyone. After all, three pairs went the complete opposite direction towards the trap.

Joel turns the corner and we keep moving away from the town. Luckily they don't have this part blocked off like they did back there with the tripwires. If it were, we'd be in a world of trouble. The buildings begin becoming more spread apart with each street we cross and I take it as a sign we're leaving this place. Just as I go to stand from my crouched posture, something whizzes by my head.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaim, turning around to see what it was. Standing twenty feet from us is a woman dressed in a black coat, aiming a bow right at us.

"They're over here!" She screams and releases the arrow she has loaded. The tip narrowly misses my temple again and I jump out of the line of fire. Joel went to the right and I took the left. We're split from one another, but I know we can make this work. Joel turns and starts flanking the oncoming people, and I do the same. Equipped with my curved blade, I quietly open the back door of the building I hid behind.

Inside the building is a bunch of construction equipment, it looks like this building was never finished. Luckily for me, this gives me plenty of cover. I hide behind a pile of wood and see a broken bottle laying beside it. Knowing it can come in handy, I pick up the smooth neck in my hand, keeping the jagged edge pointed away from me.

"They're around here somewhere. I saw them hide, check everything." A voice speaks lowly and I see a shadow pass by the door. There are at least two surrounding me here and I'm sure the rest are on their way to support their people. The front door squeaks open and I hear the crunching of debris and dust under their shoes. Silently, I position myself behind the stack of wood so that I can easily grab whoever walks by here first. Thankfully, that doesn't take long.

As soon as I see the toe of a boot in my line of vision, I spring up and hold the knife to their throat. The person accompanying this woman points a gun at me and begs me to let their partner go. The woman struggles in my grip and I dig the blade deeper into the thin skin of her throat, nudging her to walk towards her partner.

"Please." Her partner begs and I nod my head, feigning surrender.

"Just don't hurt me." I pretend to sound scared, but as soon as my blade leaves the woman's neck, I stab the broken bottle into it and throw my curved blade at her partner, lodging it right in their eye. Without a second thought, I grab my blade and listen for others. Just as I'm sure it's okay to leave this building, my senses are heightened as I listen for my next victims.

"Jules, where are you?" I hear someone call out, not far from me at all. Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I go to him. My footsteps are quiet as I take caution of where my steps land, and I find the man looking in the building that Joel hid behind. Not knowing what predicament Joel has himself in, I purse my lips and let out a whistle. The man whips his head around and I hide behind the building, waiting for him to come over. The moonlight gives me just enough shadow to stay hidden like this.

With my body on autopilot, as soon as I know the man is close enough, I step out from behind the corner and use my shoulder to hit the man, taking him to the ground. His hands try to push me off of him, but I use my knee to dig into his sternum and with efficiency, I cut the side of his throat as well. The man gurgles to death and I mentally count how many there should be left. Considering the fact Joel might not have killed anyone yet, there should be five left roaming out here at most.

The light of a torch coming towards me gives me enough time to find another vantage point, whoever is coming this way is sure to see the man's body I left out in the open.

Deciding to keep my plan simple, I go back around the building to where I hid when Joel and I first got split. This way I can either enter the building again or ambush someone from around the corner. My body is pressed firmly against the side of the building, and I keep my breathing steady so I can hear the movement out there. A soft click of metal sounds behind me, and I turn my head to look only to see a small circular object land beside me. Having only milliseconds to react, I jump from the object, but I'm not fast enough.

The grenade explodes and causes my ears to ring out, nothing else is audible. My knife was thrown from my hand, so I equip myself with my handgun. From the settling smoke I see a man running towards me with a machete. My head is spinning from the explosion but I take one quick breath before firing the gun, grazing his temple. I fire off a second shot immediately after, hitting him in the chest. He falls to the ground and I try to get my bearings about me. There should be four left at most now.

My feet carry me towards the building Joel hid in, knowing that my cover has been blown here. My shaking hands open the door and my mind works overtime to process what I'm seeing.

Somehow, three people managed to slip by me undetected into this building, and they have Joel tied up in the center of the floor. There's an alarming amount of blood staining Joel's shirt and it's beginning to pool underneath him. He groans and one of the townspeople kick him in the ribs. Next to Joel is a dead townsperson.

My hands raise the gun in my grasp to aim at the person who kicked him, and another one of the townspeople laugh bitterly.

"You're going to drop your weapons now, or your little boyfriend here is going to die." A woman speaks out and aims her own gun at me, it's a sawed off shotgun. My eyes flicker from her to Joel to the two others standing above him. The feeling from earlier blossoms in my soul once more, the anger of seeing that man's blade pressed into Joel's neck.

Wordlessly, I lower my gun and use my backpack as a ruse again. I reach behind me to get the straps off my back, keeping my eyes on the three townspeople as I do so just to be sure they're not catching on to what I'm doing. My fingertips grab the cool metal of the pistol I shoved into the back of my pants and I flick the safety off without much effort, letting the hilt fall into my free hand.

"Okay I'm going to drop my backpack now." I announce to them and let the bag fall from my shoulders, and just as the straps leave my shoulders I whip the pistol around to my front and take quick aim. Simultaneously I fire off both guns in my hands, dropping two of the three people. The third one tries to take aim at Joel's head, but my reflexes cause me to fire my weapon again, without thinking if my aim was true.

All three people writhe on the ground, not completely dead from my shots and I see one of them reaching for their gun. Shrugging my bag back up onto my shoulders, I take purposeful steps forward and slide the gun out of her reach. She tries to grab my ankle to trip me, but I stomp on her wrist instead, eliciting a scream from her throat. The other two people pay me no mind as I bend down to tend to Joel.

"What happened?" My voice is rushed and worried. I shove one gun into the holster on my thigh and place the other on the ground beside me, just in case I need to use it again. My fingers, now coated in the blood of my victims, lifts the hem of Joel's shirt and I see that he's been cut, there's a deep gash on his abdomen that's pouring blood. My body involuntarily swallows hard and I look over at his face, his eyes becoming lidded.

"Come on I have to get you out of here." I see he doesn't have the strength to answer me, and I can pick up from context clues what happened. The other three people must have snuck into his building while I was dealing with the others.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the three people I gunned down moving towards their machete, and a blinding rage takes over me. I snatch the machete's handle off the ground and swing it down hard into the woman's head. Not stopping there, I cut the throat of the woman next to her, and then stab the blade vertically into the man's head. There are no survivors except for me and Joel here tonight.

With the satisfaction of their deaths, I tend to Joel again. I slip my bag off my shoulders and unzip it, sifting through the contents for something to stuff the wound to stop the bleeding. However, I don't see anything of use and so my body acts on its own accord and I tear the bottom half of my shirt off, and fold it so that it can most effectively stuff his wound. Once the cloth is secured, I move his hand down to hold it, so that I can get him up and moving.

"Up we go." I grit my teeth together and lift most of his body weight off the ground. Shakily, we stand and I guide him out of this building and head back into town. If there were any others, they would have made themselves known by now.

I guide us back to the building where we saw the initial meeting taking place behind the overturned car and get Joel inside. He collapses on a sleeping bag and I make quick work of securing this building.

Once I'm convinced that this building is virtually impenetrable, I focus all of my attention on Joel, whose eyes are now closed, and his hand lays limp against his bleeding wound.

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #the last of us joel #joel the last of us #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller #tlou #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | Stuck

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

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Matt's eyes widen as he realizes it too, "Press a button again." She tells him so he goes to press a floor.

"Nothing will light up." He tells her, "Look." He press any buttons not caring about the game anymore.

"So we're stuck at the moment?" She huffs staying calm.

"Two people with bad anxiety stuck in an elevator together." Matt points out.

"Fantastic." She smiles.

"At least-," Matt gets cut off as a word comes through finally.

Locked

"Yeah, we're locked in here." Dani nods her head, "At least you're not alone." She looks over at him, "I'm sure it would've been worse."

"Yeah, I got you." He smiles.

"And I got you." She smiles as well.

"I'm looking forward to that free food." He brings up their deal.

"Don't worry, I'm still doing it." She lets him know while laughing.

Once again they stand in silence not knowing what to say to each other. It would have been different if it was her and Nick since they constantly talk on the phone together, but her and Matt were basically stranger. They only knew a little about each other just from seeing each other in videos.

"How long are you staying after this?" Matt breaks the silence.

"I don't know yet because I don't have a flight home yet."

"All three of you didn't get tickets at the same time?" He asks confused.

"No, because sometimes I also stay with my friend in LA. Her guest room is basically my room. I mostly live with Sam and Colby in Vegas, but I'll live with her at times too. She doesn't mind it because I help pay the rent too."

Now he understood why Nick and her never met up in the past, "Where do you prefer to stay?"

"Oh, I prefer LA but Colby prefers me to stay with him if I'm going to leave home."

"So basically," Matt mouths the next part since they were still recording, "he doesn't trust you?" Dani nods her head. "So you and Nick have been friends for a year now, talking?" He changes the topic.

"Technically two years and two months but who's counting?" She looks up at the ceiling making him grin a bit.

"You clearly are."

Dani looks over at him trying to keep a straight face but fails laughing, "Shut up."

"Shut up." He mocks how she said it laughing which makes her laugh more.

"Try pressing the button again." She tells him wonder if it would work now but when he does it still doesn't do anything.

"Wonder what the others are thinking?"

Dani chuckles, "Colby is losing his mind that I'm stuck in an elevator with a boy. Especially a boy my age." She looks over at him taking her eyes off the doors, "I'm not allowed to have guy friends unless they're his because he knows them and how they are."

"Hey, I'm a trustworthy guy."

"Trust me, I believe that just from what I see online." She lets him know and that makes him feel good that she sees him in that way.

"You know, I'm butt hurt you never tried reaching out to become friend with Chris or I after becoming friends with Nick." He gives her a look.

"Listen, hear me out." She starts to laugh, "I did think about it..."

"And?"

"I don't know? I just never did it. Then again Nick reached out to me in the beginning. He said he saw me in a TikTok went to my account thought I was funny then went to my Instagram to follow and message me." She tells him how her and Nick became friends.

"You know, I'm gonna say we failed at this game." Matt laughs, "We basically got interrupted."

"Yeah, we failed."

Matt goes to press the button and it finally works so they cheer as they head back down to the others that were talking about the two.

"They're taking super long." Sam says looking down at the box.

"It either worked or they ditched us for sending them." Chris says so Sam looks at Colby.

"They just ran off together." He jokes.

"Not funny."

"She can handle herself. She may be tiny but very mighty." Sam reminds his best friend about his sister.

"The door opens and they're makin out." Chris jokes only to push at Colby's buttons too with Sam.

"Hell no, he's so not her type." Nick laughs shaking his head no even though he was very far off unfortunately. Both his brothers had things that could make her heart race.

Yes

"You guys are making me nervous." Colby tells them stressing out about her alone with a boy.

"Hey Colby, it's okay. Matt would be too scared to make a move on your sister." Chris says before the elevators open up reviling the two.

"We got stuck for awhile." They both say automatically.

"Seriously?" Chris laughs making the two flip him off.

"Yes, the elevator wouldn't let us press any buttons."

The group finally head back up to room 525 for the Estes method. The room still smelled like ass so Colby looks in the closet and the rope in the ticks Nick off since it startled him. Matt asks if he should put it on but Chris tells him now while Dani says yes so he does.

"I wouldn't be surprised if there's like a dead squirrel under the bed." Colby says going over to the bed getting down to look.

"Colby's looking for a squirrel." Chris laughs at him, "How do you feel?" He turns to Matt pulling out his phone to take a picture of him.

"It looks like a karate belt." Nick laughs.

"Master Matt." Dani laughs as well.

"Give me like your best robe pose." Chris asks for a pic so Matt poses, "Give me relaxed." Matt poses again, "Give me sleepy." Matt fake yawns, "That was good." Chris laughs as Matt takes the robe off.

"So we were thinking that, you know, since Matt did the elevator ritual. You guys can go under the Estes." Sam tells Nick and Chris.

"Guys, I've been looking forward to this for awhile." Nick tells them, "Let's not get it twisted. I'm ecstatic."

"Plus I'm the best at asking questions." Matt adds since he has been all night getting something back.

"You also got stuck in an elevator again." Dani adds for him.

"That too."

"Oh it's not like you were stuck in there alone." Chris rolls his eyes laughing.

"Right, plus you were with the sweetest person ever." Nick adds.

#sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #oc #sibilings #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #ff #fanifiction #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #best friends #friends to lovers #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

[braindeadmaggot]

I finally got Killer from the Statue 02 series gashapon to go with my Kid bust 💙🖤💙 I've honestly never been happier

Also got Kid and Barto cup hanger gashapon to go with the Luffy, Robin and Crocodile I got years and years ago.

#that's a treasure cruise keychain of Kid and Killer from film Stampede #my mini OP figure collection is finally growing #when i say mini i dont mean mini figures but mini collection #i don't plan to have so many of them just a few curated pieces that i really really love #i bought the kid bust by chance at a cosplay con years ago #and the first 3 cup hangers were all failed attempts to get Rob Lucci and Enel but it's fine #i can get them now but i'm changed my mind about them #that triceratops glows in the dark btw #it's amazing #op figures #eustass kid #killer #one piece killer #op gashapon #nabundol ako sa Shopee lololol #saving up to get some Brook and Buggy figures #there are a couple that i really really wnat but they're hard to find and i will NOT settle for anything less #kindly ignore my CD collection. it's all i have left after years of moving from house to house from state to states from country to country #i have more in storage in NC but we havent touched that thing in over 11 years i dont think we're ever going to see that stuff again #all of my high school and college stuff is in that storage as well. old family videos and albums and everything. but yeah i don't know #sadness

[grandcovenant]

carlo's inherent tragedy as a character means that if he hadn't died young he would've gone through something worse. the horrifying realization that he inherited his father's personality <3

#lies of p #geppetto is over and over mentioned and shown to be a very stubborn man. #and the little we see of carlo.... it works.... he was in fact kind of a bull-headed little brat. #and everyone knows how much parents with strong personalities ~loooooooove~ when their kids. get it from them. #i'm not ragging on carlo. the basis of personality that is inherited is not the sole defining factor in what a person is like-- #--and what is developed & changed by one's experiences would make them very different people still. #THAT SAID: i do think carlo achieving his little dream of being The Best Stalker In The World WOULD put him at risk of. #going down the same path his dear old man did :^) #there's something about being at the top of your field and what being the unquestioned authority in all that pertains to it can-- #--very easily make one close-minded and set in their ways. it's probably what happened with geppetto. #i mean if my timeline is right he fucked with venigni's grand covenant long before he needed to enact mass murder to resurrect his son. #which to me speaks of him considering only himself as a trustworthy authority for a long time. #the tags in these posts really are the main feature now huh. sorry about that i just like talking here better.👍its like a secret post. #anyway. LOVE YOU DEAD BOY

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

#actually about his scar i have this whole headcanon... featuring some...umm.. doggos and Becca... 👀 especially how they met #(Davor was always team cats but after that incident even more xD) #also ouch that naming scene it hurt me so much! but i get it ;; aaaa! Davor why are you being so problematic Waffles is wonderful!!! #it was really interesting for me to messing with Davor in nightmares and showing him Reese!! the feelings the emotions aaaa #also yeeaah Davor thought several times if it would be a good idea to come back to Re-- *cough* Fernweh... and then Becca happened... #generally speaking Davor has a keen interest in Slavic mythologies and culture particularly those from western and southern regions of- #-Europe. I imagine that his father has roots in these regions and he took great pride in his heritage. Often taking about it to Davor #...and since Sofia's a smart girl she lent Davor a fantasy book written by Slavic author who took a great inspiration from Slavic myths👼😊 #yes it was enough to change Davor's mind about fantasy books XD he never really read one before he just assumed it's BORING! #and now I'm sure he will throw questions at Sofia about this book she found even more since he's staying at Fernweh... I can imagine how- #-they both are staying up late studying it and comparing their notes... it would remind Davor about the time they were kids- #-it seems that his Gramps gave them both the last puzzle to solve... will they succeed? #and ooohh that will be a hard time for James and Davor... that rejection at the end of book one wont help them im sure XD #about Davor's 'possesivenes' over James... Davor was needy that's true but he would never think about 'stealing' James from Alek or- #-'claiming' James belongs to him. I hope im not crossing a line here but in my headcanon Alek was TOTALLY jealous over their friendship #and Alek THOUGHT that Davor was receiving more attention from James 👀 #//which obv isn't true because James would never allow it. Alek is always a number one in James' heart// #in mine too I love A!!!! 💖 they're a BABY #but i must say that Davor didn't really think about Alek's feelings back then. he wasn't aware how Alek could feel- that's not an excuse #super curious about book two and how his relationships with every single one of them will develop!!! #fernweh saga #oc: davor kovac #no i totally did NOT change his surname..

[sherlock-is-ace]

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#argentina saw trump and went ''yeah we want one of those!''... #this absolutely insane man might become president and fully ruin the country (more than it already is) #which is never fun but even worse when you're queer... #today i'm glad i'm living with dysphoria every day but haven't started T #because as sad and absolutely awful as what i'm about to say is... #i can pretend to be a cis woman for safety... #which is a HORRIBLE thing to say or do #but i don't have to put myself out there trying to get hrt or anything like that #or legally change my name and gender mark while looking like i look... that might get me killed or something #bare in mind everything i'm saying A. hasn't happened yet #and B. is being said by someone with an anxiety disorder who can't see hope right now... so take it with a grain of salt #i'm just scared and i don't like the state of the world right now... #and we were somewhat safe in some aspects here and we're so close to losing them now #i'm scared and hate it here but i'm also broke and can't leave so... #we are where we are where we are i guess #angel talks #personal #sorry for the politics... i'm not going to start posting politics #the point of my blog is to escape the hell that is the real world... but i needed to vent and also you know me i love screaming at the void

[floydsteeth]

I love how within three days I went from

"I need to draw I need to draw!!" *draws too much in one day and burns out really bad*

To, crying at the sight of my sketchbook

#Now I have artblock #yippee 👍 #I'm still gonna work on the modern au because I refuse to drop it anytime soon especially over art block #I might just work more on like #Headcannons and not drawing related stuff having to do with au's #I have no idea what I'm talking about #It is 6:30 am and I have not slept #Granted I woke up at 4pm #But the sleep problem might be the cause of my art problems #Hmmmm maybe #I'm gonna just make a list of things I think the characters would dl or like #So I can draw them later #Currently I have two things I think though #Gilbert was/is into homestuck #You cannot change my mind #And alter Keith gets frequent piercings without telling other keith #And other Keith will consistently take them out if they are face piercings #because he doesn't want to come off as scary #I want pop #And like an unreasonable amount of fruit

[robinsnest2111]

hmm still unhappy about not knowing if my symptoms are because of autism (there are way too many autism things I relate to) OR the result of many years of childhood emotional neglect and other unlucky circumstances

BECAUSE APPARENTLY BOTH CAN PRESENT IN SUPER SIMILAR WAYS????

#one day. when i can find a therapist who has time for me. and actually listens to me #and doesn't try to un-trans me and force me into a heteronormative social mold #still so mad about all the therapists who after i've told them who i am and what i want to work on #told me i'm such a pretty young lady and i just need to lose weight/get a boyfriend to fuck the sadness away and i'll be all fine #like YUCK what the hell???? anyway. #you cannot change my aroace trans self!!!! i just want to know why i struggle so much with not fitting in #and others not understanding me and finding me weird and offputting just for existing #interpreting malicious intentions into my every action even tho that's the furthest thing from my mind!!! #AND SO MANY OTHER THINGS YKNOW #anyway. back to laundry no more agonizing over things i can't do anything about right now

[tbcanary]

yet again i say everyone who argues about what is and is not in character for jason needs to stop fighting each other and unite against our common enemy, scott fucking lobdell

#i'm looking back through outlaws for an edit #and like i have such. feelings. i have so many feelings. #this is the first comic i read! and there are parts of it i still genuinely enjoy and which tug at my emotions in certain ways! #but going back to it now after having read other things is so. like. #what the fuCK #WHAT THE FUCK !!! #it's funny to me. it's honestly hysterical. like i'm not mad about it to be clear i've been cackling over it for an hour #i think it's so. like. why did they do this. why did they give jason evil-sensing blades and a background with a magical monk society #why did they do roy so dirty. why did they do KORI so dirty. #i love the three of them as a relationship and a dynamic but so much of this comic is absolute nonsense kjvnxkbjngk #anyway. ANYWAY. #i will die on the hill of like. the reason why everyone has such warped views of jason is because his rewrites have completely changed him #like every single aspect of him #multiple times #and so it's really hard actually to get a grip on who he is! because like. do you want the bloodthirsty one who kept trying to kill tim. #or do you want the somewhat relatable (weakly written) young lost man looking for love and family wherever he can get it #or do you do what i do and treat them as two separate characters in two separate boxes in your mind closet #so that you don't have to consider the fact that everything about him is absolute jumbled fucking nonsense #this also goes for j/a/y/r/o/y. a ship i absolutely adore and love. #it's very like. ok which version of jason tho. which version of roy. it had better not be outlaws roy i will gut you-- #i have so many feelings about this little trio. this post is brought to you by jason saying kori would never have to know life without him. #THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC. ALLEGEDLY. NORMAL BESTIE MOMENTS. #ugh. ugh ugh guhhhhgiuuhbngjkn ugh. #don't cancel me for enjoying some parts of outlaws ok. i have a complicated relationship it's not uncritical it's just that i love them. #text.tb