#i had no idea it was built so long ago! :o

[britishchick09]

cest_lefantome visited rue notre-dame des victories... and the old rewrite giry flat! ;D

[thetriumphantpanda]

freedom felt like summer | joel miller

Summary | Weeks of flirting back and forth with your neighbour Joel all comes to a head when he makes sure every inch of you in covered in suncream.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count | 2.6K

Warnings | Explicit - reader wears a bikini and uses sun cream but is otherwise a blank slate. Alcohol consumption. Swearing, flirting, and dirty talk. Explicit smut - oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PiV smut, creampie. No outbreak au and no use of y/n.

Authors Note | We've had a slither of sun in the UK and this is what happens. Big thanks to @undercoverpena for the shorts idea ;) I hope you enjoy! If you do, please consider reblogging, leaving comments or leaving a tip via my Ko-Fi.

Divider by the wonderful @saradika

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi.

There’s nothing quite like an Austin summer. Hot sun beating down, but with the new pool your parents had built when you’d moved out and their fully stocked fridge of soda and ice, it wasn’t too bad at all.

They’d gone on their annual holiday, two weeks in Mexico, which meant you had two weeks of lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun and bleeding them for their food and drinks. No responsibilities, is what you’d told yourself, laptop shut and job applications waiting, whilst you soaked the sun into your skin and made margaritas too strong once the clock struck 1pm.

The heat across your skin had dried the chlorine water quickly, coconut scented suncream slathered across every inch you could reach, not worrying about your back because it was pressed against the back of the lounger. You’re just started to drift off, eyes closing behind your sunglasses, when a voice jolts you.

“You manage to reach your back with that?”

There’s a small smirk that flashes across your mouth, quickly bitten away by your teeth as you sit up and turn around a little, looking over to the fence where Joel Miller is leaning over, pointing to the bottle of suncream on the small table next to you.

“Hard to reach there when it’s just me,” You shrug, “But it’s okay, it’s not getting any of the sun anyhow.”

He shakes his head and makes a tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth, “Don’t mean you shouldn’t try and cover it,” He says, sounding more like your dad than you’d care to admit, “The sun ain’t gonna look at that lounger and think it can’t burn you.”

“Well, I'm here on my own,” You offer, “Unless you’re gonna volunteer to smear it on my back, Miller, I'm gonna have to risk it.”

You can see him thinking over the fence, wondering if this is a good idea, much like he’s been thinking since you came home - degree done, jobs waiting - he’d flirted with you at your dad’s cookout in honour of you graduating, swapped numbers with you the day your parents left for vacation ‘in case you needed him’, and has spent the last week making any excuse to peek his head over the fence and talk to you, specifically when you’re out in your bikini, mostly when you’re dripping wet from coming out of the pool.

He holds his finger up and then disappears from view, only to come back seconds later through the gate at the bottom of your garden that connects your land with his. Your dad had been weary of it at first, but as soon as he’d met Joel, they’d hit it off, and now the gate is used more than the front door when they want to drink together.

He’s dressed simply, a pair of jeans and a worn t-shirt. Too stifling for you, you think, but you know he’s spent most of his life on building sites, so he must be used to the heat of the sun on his skin. Joel comes to a stop near the small table, but instead of picking up the bottle of cream, he opts for the half-empty glass of margarita you’d made not too long ago. He takes a sip and makes a face, which makes you laugh.

“Never understand how you women like this stuff.”

Setting the glass down, he picks up the bottle of cream and flips the lid, motioning for you to sit up, which you do, turning on the lounger so your back is facing him. The bottle of cream is really on its last legs, coming to the very end, so you can hear the bottle express more air than cream the first time he squeezes it. You hear him rubbing his hands together and then feel him step a little closer to your back.

“Ready?” He asks, voice low, to which you nod your head.

Then his hands are on you and it’s better than you ever had thought. They’re rough against your skin, but the way they’re gliding across your back is gentle. His hands drag the cream down your spine to the band of your bikini top, before he’s working it into your skin, all the way up to the nape of your neck. You can feel your head tipping forward, struggling to stifle a groan when you feel him gently shift one of the straps of your top down so he can bring the cream up and over your shoulders, his hand big enough that his fingers brush your collarbone. He repeats his actions on the other side, making sure to bring the straps back up when he’s done, then he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“All done.”

“You’re a professional at that, Miller,” You praise, “Spend a lot of time rubbing suncream into girls backs, do you?”

“All the time.” Is his dry response as you move to lay back down.

When you turn your head, he’s already walking away.

“You can stay,” You offer, “If you’ve got nothing else to do.”

He stands still for a second before he turns over his shoulder, “Let me change and then I’ll come back.”

He’s doing this on purpose, you think, as you watch him glide under the water again, head dipping up as his arms work him down the pool where he comes to a stop, taking wet hands to slick his hair back from his forehead.

“You ever thought of having your own built?” You ask, sipping from the fresh margarita you’d made.

He shakes his head, “Thought about it a fair bit when Sarah was younger but now it would be wasted on me,” He explains, “Besides, I can always come and use yours,” You watch him bend his knees a little in the water so his chest is submerged, “Kinda hot out there, why don’t you come in a cool off.”

Joel has a point, even though it’s mid-afternoon now, the heat is still just as strong as it was when it was midday, so you drag yourself as carefully as you can manage off the lounger and plop yourself down on the side of the pool, dipping your legs in as Joel swims over. You expect him to stop, but he doesn’t, just puts his big palms on your upper thighs and spreads your legs wide, settling himself between them. You lean back, palms against the warm stone behind you, and push your sunglasses onto your head so he can see your eyes.

“Finally gonna make your move, huh?” You ask, eyebrow raised.

“Somethin’ like that.”

His palms are dragging up your thighs, resting on the band of your bikini bottoms, looking up at you like he’s waiting for permission, which you gladly give with a nod of your head. His fingers are hooking into the waistband and dragging down, you lift your hips to make it easier for him, and watch as he steps back in the water to drag them down your legs, leaving them forgotten on the side of the pool as he spreads your thighs wide. You’re not even think about the neighbours on the other side as you watch him, eyes focused on your bare cunt in front of him.

“Like what you see, Miller?” You ask, with a smirk, reaching your hand down your body, using two fingers to gently spread your folds in front of his face, dragging one up the length of your pussy to play with your clit.

You swear he growls at you, big hand gripping your wrist to drag your hand away from your core. He steps back between your thighs and uses the hand not gripping your wrist to push you back a little. Then his mouth is pressing hot kisses to your thighs, working up and across your tummy, back down the other side until you’re squirming and ready to beg.

You can feel the back of his knuckles drag up and down the folds of your cunt, “You gonna be wet if I touch you?” He asks, tone low.

“Why don’t you find out.”

So he does, using a single finger to dip between your folds, dragging down gently until he’s pressing it into your cunt, easy because you are in fact already dripping for him. You feel him work his finger in and out of you, before he’s adding a second and curling them up inside you at just the right angle to have your head tipping back and a moan dropping from your mouth.

“Gotta be quiet, Darlin’,” Joel speaks, “Do you want next door knowin’ what you’re up to?”

You’re about to come back with some smart retort when he leans forward and uses the tip of his tongue to flick gently against your clit, making it all the more harder to keep your moans at bay. Joel continues the light flick of his tongue against you whilst his fingers more in and out of your cunt, until he switches things up and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling it into his mouth whilst his fingers remain buried deep inside you, curling up in a ‘come hither’ motion to caress that perfect spot inside you.

Your hands fly to his hair, tangling deep in his chocolate curls, keeping his face flush to where he’s working you towards the edge.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Joel,” You breathe out, “Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna come.”

At your words, he doubles down, moving his fingers faster inside of you, sucking at your clit with more vigour. He pushes you over the edge easily, easier than anyone ever has before, legs shaking, skin alight, a silent scream sent forth to the sky as his mouth works you through it. Your body feels like jelly when he finally pulls away from you, but there’s enough energy left through your body that you can pull your legs from the water and get up onto your knees.

“Get out of the water, cowboy,” You murmur, bending down to press your lips to Joel’s, tasting yourself on his mouth, “I wanna fuck.”

You push yourself back from him, shuffling back to let him pull himself out of the water. His swim shorts are wet, rivulets of water dripping into pools at his feet, but all your eyes can really focus on is the outline of his cock through his wet shorts. He’s hard and from what you can tell, he’s big. It makes your mouth water, makes you want to wrap your lips around it, but it seems like he has other ideas for you. He’s dragging you up from your knees, walking you over to the low patio chairs, where he sits himself down on one and promptly drags you onto his lap, your thighs wide as they straddle him in the chair.

Your naked pussy is dragging against the wet bulge of his jeans, his hands moving your hips as you lean down again to kiss him, the endless flirting and build up over the last few weeks finally coming to a head as you let your tongue run against his, his hands lifting your hips a little so he can reach between the two of you to pull his shorts down just enough to free his cock.

You can feel the thick line of him running through your folds, wide head of his cock brushing against your clit as he moves, making you moan into his mouth just as he pulls away.

“You wanna sit on it?” He asks lowly, hands moving back to grip your bare ass, spreading you wide.

“I do.”

“Go on then, darlin’,” He speaks, “Show me what you’re made of.”

He helps raise your hips, letting you reach between the two of you to grip his cock, lining him up with your seeping entrance, sinking down just enough to let the tip of his cock notch into you. You lean your forehead against his, both damp with sweat, and revel in the fact that his mouth drops open in a sigh of pleasure just at the same time as yours does. You ease yourself down onto his cock a little more, letting the slight burn and stretch of him easing in, inch by inch, set your skin aflame.

You still once you’ve sunk down fully onto him, letting yourself get used to his length nestled inside you. You feel your cunt fluttering around him, and you know he can feel it too, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when you start lifting yourself off him and sink back down.

“Shit, baby,” He breathes, leaning up to catch your mouth with his briefly, “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

He makes you smile when he says things like that, it makes you bold, makes you lift up on him, almost all the way, and then sink back down, but harder and faster than before. As you move, Joel lets go of his grip on your ass and brings them to your bikini top, slipping the straps down, then pulling the material over your tits. He leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue against it until it’s a stiff peak, switching sides to give the same attention to the other.

Once he’s given enough attention to your tits, he takes your hips in his hands, guiding your movements from bouncing to grinding, his cock sitting right within the depths of you as you move backwards and forwards on him. Joel brings a hand between you, using his thumb to draw rough circles over your clit.

“I need to feel you,” He breathes against your skin, “Need to feel you come on my cock.”

“Just…” You breathe right back, “Don’t stop, keep doing that, I’m right there.”

Joel leans up, mouth hot against the skin of your neck as he starts to suck at your skin, tip of his cock brushing just perfectly against that spot inside you as the familiar feeling at your spine builds and builds until it’s crashing over you. You bury your head in his neck, damp with sweat and the remnants of pool water, letting out the quietest moan you can manage as your pussy pulls tight around his length and you feel yourself gush against him, his thumb continuing to work you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You gotta tell me where,” He mutters urgently, “I’m close baby, where do you want me.”

“Inside,” You beg against his skin, realising it was muffled, you turn your head and speak again, “Inside me Joel, please.”

It only takes a few more deep grinds of your hips before he’s gripping your hips tight to keep you still, spilling inside you, warmth spreading through your cunt and as groans your name quietly, so as not to alert the neighbours as to what they just missed in your backyard.

He pulls you close, arms wrapping around your lower back, both of you catching your breath for a moment. You press a kiss to his chest, nuzzling your face into his warm skin as his softening cock slips from your tight heats. You can feel the trickle of his cum down your inner thigh, but make no effort to move, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you.

“Same time tomorrow?” You mumble against his skin.

“Same time tomorrow, baby.”

[sl-ut]

still here

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

description: joel is older than y/n, but that’s never been a concern of hers until very recently.

warnings: UNEDITED, age gap (legal), swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of ageing, mentions of health issues, mentions of insecurities, angsty, i literally stole the final line from tlou s1e3

words: 2.3K

date posted: 29/03/23

(idk how i feel about this yet, the idea just popped into my head and i wrote it in about an hour and a half so don’t be too mad if its not great!)

Fifty-eight was not old. Y/n had been reassuring Joel of that since they had started dating. Maybe he was older than her, but that had very little to do with the way that she felt about him. 

His age was among his biggest insecurities. He was a man who had lived through and was hardened by the apocalypse, while she was just a child when it happened, and was able to deal with the trauma of the world ending much better due to the fact that she simply couldn’t remember any part of her life from before. The apocalypse had taken a great toll on him, both emotionally and physically. 

Twenty-odd years ago, he was a relatively young man, and a rather fit one at that. As a contractor, his body had developed and hardened from the amounts of physical labour that he was constantly performing, and while he was still physically active after the outbreak, his age made it more difficult to prevent his belly from softening and his joints from weakening. He was less willing to admit that he was insecure about his physical appearance, though he did very little to hide it. In fact, he had batted her away during their first few times having sex when she had tried to unbutton his shirt, instead choosing to stay mostly clothed while she was nearly bare. She did her best to assure him that she was very attracted to him, though it still took quite a bit of coaxing before he was willing to shed his clothes in her presence. 

Her attraction was not phased by his age, in fact, it may have been accelerated by it, though she could not deny the fact that it definitely frightened her. When she first met Joel, she was a bright-eyed twenty-year old who was morbidly turned on by the sexy fifty-year old man next door, and was wildly ignorant to the looming danger when she had started a relationship with him a few years later; the world was not built for long lifespans anymore, and there would come a day when Joel would no longer be there with her. During their early relationship, Joel warned her of exactly that, but she waved him off and promised him that it didn’t scare her.

And it hadn’t, until fairly recently. She was grateful that she, Ellie, and Joel had come across Jackson; she was able to let her guard down, socialise, and thrive in the new community. She and Joel were able to settle into their new home while Ellie set up camp in the garage out back, and they could look forward to actually living rather than basic survival. The lessened worry in her life allowed her to see what was right before her for the first time.

She had comforted Joel before when he complained about the pain in his knees and hands, though she was truly seeing the effects that it was having on him since their arrival in Jackson. Just last week, the man had nearly thrown his back out from laughing a bit too hard at something that Ellie said, and his salt-and-pepper hair seemed to have lightened considerably more. 

She had even noted his lowered libido, having gone from wanting her at least once a day to once or twice a week–though she was certain it wasn’t for a lack of physical attraction on his end, as he had been eager when she began to kiss him, only his body seemed to be working against his wants. That was his greatest insecurity yet, especially since it had begun happening on a more regular basis. He was always quick to apologise, offering to help her out in other ways, though she always assured him that everything was fine, and it was.

Everything was fine, but her fear of that changing was growing exponentially with every physical sign of his ageing. She did her best to hide her concerns, knowing that they would only be proof of his insecurities, and instead made an effort to keep him healthy in a more subtle manner, such as suggesting that he eats less red meat, inviting him on long evening strolls through the town, and forcing him to join her for long bubble baths to soothe his aches and pains. If he had picked up on this, he hadn’t mentioned it, and she could always tell when he did, because he would wave it off or do something ridiculous that would only end up proving her point.

Then came the final straw.

She was working in the gardens with Maria that day, chatting back and forth happily and they worked to tidy up the growing crops. They had become good friends in Y/n’s time in Jackson, bonding over their shared love for the Miller boys. Maria had been rambling, going on about something that Tommy had done to piss her off earlier that week, finishing her story with a shake of her head before she changed the subject.

“Oh, I meant to ask you,” the woman turned her head, “How’s Joel feeling today? Tommy told me about what happened, that’s an awful scare. At his age, chest pain is not something to be taken lightly–not to say that he’s old or unhealthy, but you know how it is.”

Y/n froze, tilting her head at the woman, “Tommy told you…chest pain?”

“He never told you.” Maria’s expression tightened, realising that the younger woman had no idea what she was talking about. She sighed, dropping her tools and turning to face Y/n as she placed her hands on her hips, “Look, I don’t mean to be the one causing issues between you two, but this isn’t something to mess around with. The other day, while Joel and Tommy were out on patrol, Tommy said that Joel suddenly got dizzy, weak, and was complaining about some pain in his chest. Now, in saying that, I know that he’s been to the doctor, and he’s probably got his reasons for not telling you.”

Y/n pursed her lips, face hardening at the sudden burn of tears at her waterline, “Yeah, I’m sure he did. When did you say this was?”

“Earlier this week. Tuesday, I think.”

She shook her head. It was Saturday, meaning that it had been almost an entire week since this happened and Joel had neglected to tell her. Y/n chose not to respond, quickly finishing up her work before bidding Maria goodnight, heading back to her shared house with Joel.

When she arrived, there was no response to her call, but Joel’s coat thrown on the back of the couch betrayed that he was home, and the soft sounds of his guitar coming from the back porch revealed his location. The strumming came to a stop as the backdoor creaked open, his eyes turning to face her with a soft smile.

“Hey, darlin’-” His peaceful expression shifted to one of worry when he took her in own sombre face, “What’s the matter–did something happen?”

She shook her head, shrugging as she leaned against the railing, “I don’t know, did something happen? Because today, when I was with Maria, she seemed awfully concerned about how you were feeling.”

Realisation dawned on his features, his brows furrowing as he moved the guitar out his lap and ran a hand over his face, “Baby, it’s nothin–”

“Don’t do that,” she scowled at him, “don’t tell me it’s nothing when it’s so clearly not nothing. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you worrying about me.”

She scoffed, “Fuck, you did a great job of doing that, didn’t you? What am I supposed to do when I hear from someone else that you had to go to the infirmary almost a week ago because you had chest pain? I mean, really, that’s not something to fuck around with, especially–”

“Especially what?” He challenged, already knowing what she was thinking.

Y/n stopped, debating whether or not she wanted to say it, “Especially at your age.”

He stood up and marched to the other side of the patio and rested his hands on the railing, looking out across the small backyard. Y/n could practically feel the emotions that radiated from him; a mixture of anger, annoyance, embarrassment, and shame. 

She sighed, moving to rest a hand on his back, “Joel, you know I don’t care about your age. I love you, but I need you to start taking care of yourself. This needs to be a wakeup call, I mean, it definitely is for me.”

“Why,” he huffed, “you finally coming to your senses? Finally realising that sooner or later I’m gonna–”

“Please don’t say it,” she whispered, sniffling softly as she rested her forehead in the middle of his back, “Please, please, please.”

Joel scowled, sliding away from her grasp, “About time you start to face reality, darlin’. I’m old, I’ve accepted it. Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna leave you sooner or later, huh?”

Joel escaped into the house and out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Y/n let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on the bench where Joel had been when she had gotten home, curling into herself and letting silent tears streak down her cheeks. It was only moments later when she heard her own name being called, Ellie creeping out onto the patio nervously.

Y/n wiped her cheeks, smiling weakly at the girl as she sat next to her, “Hey Jellybean.”

Ellie smiled at the name, having not heard it for a while now. She felt somewhat bad about that, having been a result of her requesting to be treated more like an adult, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was just over there, so…”

Y/n smiled at the teen, curling her arm around her shoulder affectionately, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…concerned, I guess.”

She nodded, leaning against the older female, “Are you guys gonna be okay?”

Y/n smiled at the child-like question, as if she were asking her parents if they were getting a divorce–which, to be fair, she sort of was, “Yeah, baby. We’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

The uncertainty in Ellie’s voice caused her breath to catch in her throat, finally thinking over the fight. Were they okay? Maybe you should wisen up and go find someone who’s not gonna be leaving you sooner or later. Those words in themselves felt like a knife driving into her gut–was that him ending things? She had dealt with Joel’s insecurities before, but he had never blatantly told her to leave him behind, nor has he ever explicitly pointed out that he would probably die long before her. Before she could even finish her thought, her head fell forward and a loud sob escaped from her throat. 

Ellie was quick to pull her into a hug, awkwardly trying to soothe her as she wept into her shoulder. She listened to her ramble on, struggling to understand everything that she was saying, frowning to herself as she made a mental note to go after Joel the moment that she felt comfortable enough to leave Y/n to herself.

– – –

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open as she felt the mattress shift beneath her. Her foggy vision took in her side of the room, dimly lit by the lamp on her bedside table before she glanced over her shoulder, finding Joel’s back as he leaned down to untie his boots. His back cracked as he straightened up, reminding her of their fight, though she was feeling more confident that he hadn’t broken up with her considering that he had come to bed with her. 

She reached out tiredly, fingers brushing over his back as she murmured his name. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge her, but he didn’t entirely face her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” he sighed, finally twisting his body to sit sideways on the mattress. His own face showed signs of stress, and his eyes were rimmed with red, “I know, baby. I’m sorry too.”

Joel apologising was no small feat, that much she knew. Normally when they fought, he would give a simple you were right and do something nice for her, but it was very rare for him to actually apologise.

“It’s just…” she pushed herself to sit up, “I know you don’t like to think about this, but it’s really scary for me. I’m not stupid, I know you’re older than me and I know that there’s no stopping the inevitable–” she choked, “but I won’t apologise for trying to prolong it as much as possible.”

He dropped his head, “I know, I’m scared too. Just the thought of leaving you here all on your own…”

She crawled across the bed, smoothly working her way onto his lap and engulfing him in a tight hug. The weight of his arms around her pulled yet another sob out of her throat. His large hands found purchase on her back, sliding up and down her spine as his chest shook with his own tears. 

She pulled her head out of his neck, staring up at him with large, teary eyes. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes, “Please let me help you. I’m not ashamed of you or your age, but I don’t know how I’m gonna live without you, so please tell me next time.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry. For not tellin’ you, and for being so fuckin’ old.”

“I like you older,” she snorted, fingers stroking along his furry jawline, “it means you’re still here.”

[jamil-s-wifey]

If you're taking any scenario request. Maybe could I request funny/silly one where Leona and his S/O are married and live in the Royal Palace. Leona's S/O has gotten lost somehow in their own home and when found their response is "This place is too damn big I'm sorry!"

You have NO idea how much I love these types of fics! Wholesome crackheadedness at its finest✨ We love a spouse with 0 orientation skills. (I'd know, I get lost in supermarkets) This was ONE OF THE FUNNIEST THINGS I've EVER written. I hope you enjoy!

"What the actual fuck."

A turn here. A turn there.

Oh, would you look at that - the exact same vase you passed 5 minutes ago. But was that really the same vase? Or was it its evil twin, trying to further confuse you, only for you to get lost even more and die of starvation, eventually BECOMING ONE WITH THE PALACE...

God, whoever built this palace should have their head on a stake. Haha, that sounded a lot like the Red Queen of Hearts. Perhaps Riddle was rubbing off on you. You two did text occasionally since graduating from NRC.

Speaking of graduation, you married Leona. (yay!) And it's not like you weren't happy. Life was relatively peaceful. You two moved back to the palace. Arrangements had begun for you two to take over a certain part of Sunset Savannah, as something akin to a *Peerage. (They had their own name for it, you are currently far too annoyed to remember.) A lot of (semi-forced) communication set the road to reconciliation between the two brothers. (Admittedly a very long road. A road that puts Gulliver's travels to shame.) The Royal Family™️ accepted you with open hearts. (albeit a tad wary at first)

Really there was only one major problem.

The ROYAL PALACE IS LIKE A GODDAMN LABYRINTH. And that's rich, given your history of painting the white roses with Ace and Deuce in Heartsabyul's maze. So here you are, lost.

Scratch that.

Lost: again.

And all you wanted to do was find Cheka's room. You had a gift for the little cub.

"An architectural masterpiece, my ass. This is an architectural disaster. A disaster with a capital D. D for Vitamin D - what I won't be getting, because I'm trapped within these walls, where the SUN CAN'T REACH ME-"

Okay. Calm down. It's not that bad, sure there isn't a soul in sight, but you're bound to stumble upon somebody at some point, right? There had to be servants, or guards, or somebody! UNLESS! This is all an elaborate plan to get rid of you.

Aha! That must be it. The Royal Family wants you dead and they intend to make it seem like an accident! But Leona wouldn't allow that, right? He loves you! Dearly! You're his spouse, his one and only! Ah, cruel fate.

Is it just you...or are these walls moving in on each other. So this IS an assassination attempt! And you presented yourself on a silver platter. Good job, s/o. Splendid work. A royal for a few months and you're already about to be assassinated. Your name shall remain the book of "Dumbest ways to die." Goodbye cruel world-

"S/o."

Leona's voice rang through the empty hallway, "What are you doing out here."

Ah! And so tragedy was avoided once more!

"Leona, my LOVE! Thank God."

"Did you just- get lost in the palace... again?", his eyes read annoyance but his tone was teasing.

"It's not MY fault this place is so damn big, what do you need all this space for anyways? Indoor badminton? Hide and Seek or Die?"

"Definitely that last one. That's how we get rid of our enemies."

"AHA! I knew it! So this IS an assassination attempt!"

He simply rolled his eyes, pulling you towards him to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you on the forehead.

"This isn't an assassination attempt. You did this yourself. It's called idiocy."

"You should build a better palace."

"What I should do is put a collar on you. With a tracking device on it. Like a pet."

"Oh, Leona~ Who knew you were into that~"

"Next time I'm leaving you here to rot."

"Then I'll haunt you to Hell and back."

He smirked, pinching your cheek as you were both making your way far from the cursed looping corridor.

"At least you won't be able to get lost."

"I told you, it's not my fault."

"Nah, of course not. The Palace is just cursed."

"EVIDENTLY."

You both knew this isn't the last time you'll be getting lost. And Leona was seriously considering the tracking device.

Perhaps he'd already ordered it too.

You were about to find out.

*Peerage - collective noun for titles like Duke, Duchess, Count, Earl etc. Comes from "Peers of the Realm" where one could hold one or more of these titles. It differs from monarchy to monarchy. THAT'S YOUR WORD FOR THE DAY FOLKS!

[sukunasteeth]

Idk why but I think that Sukuna's s/o would be like, some kind of freelance or professional artist who'd use him as her reference/live model since he has a good built and whatnot without him knowing lol idk why but I just thought it was a cute idea and I wanted to share bc you're like my most favourite writer here on Tumblr who mains Sukuna and there aren't a lot of them so basically–ily and I hope you day or night is going well!!

–R

This came into my inbox so long ago T.T Please forgive me for taking a minute to get back to you but I wanted to write a little snippet for this one cause ily. Anon you are so sweet!! I'm so honored to receive this little message. Thank you for sharing your cute idea with me T.T I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed getting this message <3 Thank you for reading

You knew he would tease you.

You knew the moment he happened to see inside your sketchbook was the moment his ego became truly untamable. It was the moment that any ounce of mystery you had left crumbled into the shape of him.

If he knew that you studied anatomy by watching the way his muscles move under the laundry room lamp while he folds up your clothes at night. If he knew that your sketchbook was basically just a love letter written to the way his hands form around yours. Or the way his back muscles glisten with sweat when he comes home from his morning runs. If he knew that you had studied him so deeply that you could map him out down to the freckles that nobody else knows about, you're sure you would hear about it for the rest of eternity.

Which is why this morning, when you happen to wake up before him and see him fast asleep in the perfect position, you can’t help yourself when you grab your notebook and a pen and crawl back into bed with him. 

He was still curled up around your absent figure, his head tucked against the pillow and lowered just right so that his nose would have been pressed into your hair. Your current lesson in anatomy was his back, which you had an ideal view of. The muscles- perfectly symmetrical on either side, tightening and releasing under golden skin that's been kissed darker by the sun. And in the center: the valley of his spine, each notch a favorite place of yours to kiss. 

Every time you draw Sukuna, you fall in love with a different part of him. You admire him until all that’s left of you is nothing but a racing heartbeat. 

Racing especially when you happen to peek up at his face to confirm he was still asleep and you find his lion-like gaze already settled onto you. 

Uh-oh. 

You’re trying to act natural. Immediately folding the cover back over your sketchbook and turning slowly to try and slip off the bed without him noticing. 

Maybe he’s still half asleep. Maybe he didn't register you-

And he's already grabbing onto your ankle before you can even get an inch towards the edge of the mattress.

You don't know why you're not expecting him to ruthlessly drag you back to him, but you squeal when he tugs your knee out from under you and has you face-planting into the sheets. Sukuna doesn't seem to mind your squirming as there is no pause or hesitation in his movement. He barely even seems half awake when he lazily crawls over you and seats himself onto your hips, effectively stopping you from even thinking of an escape route.

"Why are you already running?" He yawns, his eyes slivered in a combination of suspicion and sleepiness. 

You try your best to appear innocent, clutching your sketchbook for dear life. This was the closest Sukuna had ever come to it while you were sketching him and it instantly had a sweat breaking out on the back of your neck. Despite your determination to remain unsuspecting, your voice catches when you reply to him, "I-I'm not running."

And that's all it took. One stutter, one second of hesitation, and Sukuna's eyes are widening in a flash as his pupils hone in on your expression. He always knew your tells, knew instantly when you were trying to lie to him. He took pride in it actually. It’s the reason you’re already half accepting your fate. 

His energy buzzes with excitement as he recognizes apprehension in your gaze. His smile flickering with anticipation.

"Oh?" He murmurs, closing in on your airspace. You can still smell the scent of manzanita wood in his shampoo from his shower last night. "And why are you nervous?" His voice is a silky hum.

"I'm not nervous." You whisper, trying to shrink backwards into the bed, trying not to provoke the bear.

It was too late. He’s been awake all of one minute and he was already going to play with you. 

"You know," Sukuna clears the sleep out of his throat, "This thing has been getting more attention than me lately.” You hold fast when his fingers wrap around your sketchbook and tug gently, as if to prove a point with how tight your grip was on it. “Why is that, I wonder?"

"Nothing gets more attention than you." You mutter, your dry look only worsening when Sukuna's smile grows all too knowing. “I’m just… trying to finish a commission for work.” 

"Do you usually blush when you’re working on a commission?" 

"Oh god,” You groan, “please drop it I beg of you."

“You first.” He challenges, tugging on the book once again. “I’d like to see what’s so important.”

“Sukuna-” You let out a surprised laugh when he wraps his hand around your wrist and starts to pry your arm away. “Waitwaitwait!”

There was no use in trying to win in a game of tug of war with him. Even though he’s just woken up, he’s impossibly stronger than you are. And while he’s usually carefully aware of that fact when handling you, he had no problem mercilessly grabbing your fighting hands into one of his own and pinning them uselessly above you. 

Your pleading falls onto deaf ears. Sukuna grabs onto the book, but before he can open it you manage to say just the right thing. 

“It’s private!” You squeak.

Sukuna pauses, his surprised eyes meeting yours like you had just called out your safe-word.

You know that you had probably just made him twice as curious as he was before about your notebook, but you weren’t ready to face the embarrassment of him finding out what was inside of it yet. It wasn't the time.

He rolls his eyes and before he releases you, his free hand reaches up and he gently flicks your nose. You flinch and he follows up the sting with a chaste but soothing kiss. 

“Cheater.” He mutters in defeat. With nothing left to toy with, he finally crawls off of you and heads towards the bathroom without another glance at your sketchbook. Before he passes the threshold, he leaves you with a request, but you can tell by the tone of his voice and the taunting smile he gives you that it was more like a new rule.

"No working in our bed after business hours, please."

[vaulthunterlands]

BORDERLANDS COLLEGE AU

Stupid idea I had a few nights ago, don't think too hard about the inconsistencies in ages and stuff. Probably just doing Vault Hunters and a few other characters.

ROLAND

Majoring in cybersecurity. Good student, studies and gets consistently high grades. Has a well-formulated meal and workout plan. Also an RA on campus. Roland is the guy you go to if you have issues. He might not be great at "talking you through them" or "showing empathy" but he always has solid advice and is well-respected by his peers.

BRICK

I was going to say "Brick wouldn't go to college in canon" but this isn't canon babeyyyy. Brick is going into veterinary medicine. You may think this is completely off as a major for him, but I argue that his love for dogs is far greater than any challenge he may face in his education. Still a gym maniac. Roland is his RA, which means Roland is in charge of calming Brick down when he gets mad. Dating Mordecai. Also, unrelated but Brick in a philosophy class:

"Brick, can you tell us what you think about what Descartes said?"

"I PUNCH Descartes."

LILITH

Y'all are going to hate me for this but Lilith is a chemistry major. Girl loves fire, electricity, and acid so you can't tell me she wouldn't be a menace in her labs. (Also, before the first game was released her full title was "Dr. Lilith Cashlin, Mercenary Scientist") Only goes to class half the time but still does really well. Rooms with Mordecai and Brick. Huge crush on this RA she keeps seeing around

MORDECAI

BIRD MAAAAAN. Y'all already know this guy is doing two things on campus. 1) Majoring in Ornithology 2) Going to parties to get drunk. This man is the epitome of "college is for partying". Keeps birds in campus (not allowed) and is doing okay in his classes (he is hung over 80% of the time) (Mordy pls) Dating Brick.

PATRICIA TANNIS

Honestly, what field of science ISN'T this girl majoring in? She's insane(ly smart) and constantly gets perfect scores on all of her exams. Closest friends are Roland and the gang.

MARCUS

Why is he here??? What??? Marcus is the guy who runs the restaurant that is directly across the street from campus. *Phenomenal* food, but GOD is it pricey. Tends to not care about many of the students chilling (as long as they BUY SOMETHING)

SCOOTER

Doesn't go to this college but he's good friends with Roland and his pals. Likes to go out drinking with them on the weekends and is just all-in-all a cool guy to hang around with. Friends with Janey.

AXTON

BMOC. Captain of the football team. You can trust him! (He's the water boy.) Total jock but he's not an asshole about it. Majoring in Rehabilitation Science. He's... not the *best* student, but he does try and genuinely care about what he wants to do. Lives with Salvador, Maya, and Zer0 in a dorm.

SALVADOR

Culinary major. My man can COOK. He's the best cook in the dorm and no one will ever argue if he offers to cook. Really good student even though he parties all the time with Mordecai, Brick, and Axton. Lives with Maya, Axton, and Zer0.

ZER0

*Insert weeb joke here* They're a literature major. Not just because of the haiku, either. I feel like Zer0 would be fantastic in literature courses and understanding thr deeper meanings in texts. They are seen as a "weird kid" on campus. They do not care. Lives with Maya, Salvador, and Axton.

MAYA

The reason I made this list (big surprise, V does a huge post and it's Maya's fault), Maya majors in entomology. (S/O to @forbiddenpurplesoda for this because I've always thought Maya would be a bug girl) Maya is a phenomenal student and she always gets great marks in her studies. Lives with Axton, Sal and Zer0. Has at least one pet beetle that makes Axton panic.

GAIGE

Mechanical Engineering/Robotics major. Obviously built Deathtrap as a buddy because she felt a little lonely in her dorm. Calls her Dad every night. Has a huge crush on a girl in one of her math classes. Lives with...

KRIEG!!!!

Listen. Listen. Krieg majors in psychology. The *actual* football captain. Doesn't talk much and when he does, it's complete nonsense. (Everyone just goes "haha classic Krieg") Gaige gets along with him extremely well. Maya and him have a thing where they will just look at each other and think "holy shit they're so gorgeous). Always wears a face mask.

TINA

Child prodigy chemistry major, buddies with Lilith and Roland. But seriously, who let this kid in the lab? Like, okay, yeah, she knows what she's doing, but what she's doing is COMBUSTION REACTIONS. How is she still in school.

ELLIE

Engineering major. Lives in the building across from Roland and the gang. Absolute sweetheart and huge flirt but will also drop you on her ass if you threaten her friends.

MOXXI

I could see Moxxi as a professor of engineering, actually. Every student thinks she's gorgeous and she's learned to ignore it. Scooter and Ellie's Mom. Thinks their friends are funny.

HANDSOME JACK

Oh man, this one was tough. I decided on absolute tool you meet in college who's the head of a frat and thinks he's God's gift to women. Lives in the same building as Roland, Lilith, Brick, Mordecai, Salvador, Axton, Maya, Zer0, Gaige, and Krieg. Constantly getting into arguments with... basically everyone listed above. Majors in business.

ANGEL

She's an art major!!! She's super intelligent and aces all of her classes but she absolutely loves art. Jack is her brother in this AU. Has a crush on the cute punk girl in her math class but could never tell her. Lives in a single.

ALISTAIR HAMMERLOCK

Double majors in conservation biology and zoology! Finds the creatures that he studies absolutely fascinating and always has a bright disposition on his face. Lives in a single that looks exactly like you think it does (his room on Sanctuary III). Strained relationship with his sister.

ATHENA

Acient History Major, specifically interested in Ancient Greece (wonder why?). Works at Marcus' restaurant. Hates it. Pay her more. Has her eyes on a girl that frequents Marcus' restaurant. Tried to live with Wilhelm, Jack, Nisha, Timothy, and Claptrap for a semester, she is now a commuter. Still friends with Timothy.

WILHELM

Jack's second-in-command. People look at him like he's a dumbass, big hunk of meat, but he's also in a robotics major. Aside from being buddies with Jack, he's... kind of chill? Man likes what he likes and he works out pretty often. Boxes in his free time. Lives with Nisha, Jack, Timothy, and (formerly) Claptrap.

NISHA

Criminal justice major, naturally. Jack's girlfriend and the baddest and scariest bitch on campus. Likes watching old western movies. Never, ever shows up to class but still passes. No one knows how. Lives with Jack, Timothy, Wilhelm, and (formerly) Claptrap

CLAPTRAP

Theater major! Always has a smile on his face, even though he's nooooot very well-liked. Tried to get in with the popular guys but eventually figured out he was being used. He confronted Jack and Jack kicked him out of the dorm 😔 Lives... well, he kind of just lives around Roland's dorm. Roland's too nice to say no.

TIMOTHY

I feel like Tim would be a Biology major. I don't know why but I can see him in that field. Looks SCARILY similar to Jack, and hates this. Unfortunately put into a room with Jack, Wilhelm, Nisha, and (formerly) Claptrap. Misses Athena greatly and wishes she still lived on campus. They're still good friends.

AURELIA HAMMERLOCK

Oh good lord, who let her on a college campus. Has an extravagant single room because she's *rich* and she's not sharing with someone else are you insane? Studies law because this bitch wants to be a judge someday. Absolutely hates to be seen with her brother Alistair. Rivalry with another rich law student makes this even more tense.

JANEY SPRINGS

Doesn't go to this college but she knows a few people around campus and hits up Marcus' restaurant for a bite to eat every so often. The food is just so good, right? No other reason. None at all. Friends with Scooter.

RHYS STRONGFOK

Rhys is a business and economics major. Is in Jack's frat. Is getting increasingly sick of Jack's shit. Buddy buddy with Vaughn, Fiona, and Zer0. Dating Sasha.

VAUGHN

Accounting major. Man has a mind like a steel trap, and also enjoys bodybuilding. Best friends with Rhys, good friends with Fiona and Sasha.

FIONA

I genuinely feel like Fiona would be a nursing or Healthcare major. I have no basis for this, it just feels right for her. Hates Jack and keeps telling Rhys to tell him to fuck off. Friends with Rhys and Vaughn, Sasha's older sister.

SASHA

Social work major! Loves helping people and wants to make a change in the world after she and Fiona grew up in less-than-ideal circumstances. Dating Rhys, also keeps telling Rhys to get away from Jack. Friends with Vaughn.

MOZE

Transfer student. Served in the military for a while before deciding she wanted to go to college. Undecided major but she's just trying to focus on the pretty women I mean her grades haha am I right? ALWAYS at Marcus'. Always. Lives with Zane, Amara, and FL4K.

FL4K

FL4K has Mr. Chew, Broodless and Meat-Thief as emotional support animals. I can see FL4K as a double major in zoology and veterinary medicine. Loves their pets. Super chill unless you speak badly about them or their pets. Will shank a bitch. Lives with Zane, Moze, and Amara.

AMARA

Healthcare studies major, with a focus on pathology. Also a bodybuilder. Also a boxer. Amara is that girl and she knows it. Always asking Moze to work out with her and she is completely oblivious to Moze being head over heels. Will fight someone being mean to a customer service worker. Lives with Zane, Moze, and FL4K.

ZANE

Pop pop went back to college! No but in this AU Zane is probably older than everyone but not that much older. His major was tough for me, but I honestly think he'd be a good candidate for a major in rehabilitation science with Axton. Also LOVES parties.

WAINWRIGHT JAKOBS

His Father wanted him to go into Business to take over the family legacy but he decided to go into law to "protect the little guy". Has daily arguments with this stuck-up, pretentious "harpy" that's in most of his classes. She's awful. Has a crush on this well-spoken man in zoological studies. At least that will take his mind off of the harpy.

TROY CALYPSO

Troy is a media and communications major. Has a fantastic time making videos and being admin of many social media pages but doesn't do very well in class because he dislikes most of his professors. Has a very close relationship with his sister, Tyreen.

TYREEN CALYPSO

Double major in Art History and Theater. Loves to be the center of attention and often stars in her brother's videos and projects. She loves it. A little full of herself. Close with her brother, Troy.

TYPHON DELEON

OKAY WAIT WAIT DON'T CLOSE THE POST HEAR ME OUT.

Cringe boomer history professor that can be easily distracted by him telling his stories of his many adventures (no one knows if they're true or not). Troy and Tyreen's Father. NOT a piss poor Dad in this AU, just embarrassing as all hell. Pretty decent guy but he's okay as a professor. (Please guys let me have my "Typhon is a good cringe embarrassing boomer dad to the Calypsos" AU)

OKAY this was a really long post and I probably forgot someone but I'm sure I'll hear about it LMAO. Also I don't know every single college major and its appropriate title, I just went off of vibes. Pls be nice 2 me

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕠-ℝ𝕦𝕚 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @sucodelaranja86 request: UHI DONT KNOW IF ITS STILL OPEN BUT IF YES

Rui who gives a mini robo-rui for his s/o 🙏

(yes i am still obsessed with that)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DW I GOT YOUUU

I swear I loved writing it >w< Hopefully you'll like it a bit too!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Rui has been acting really weird recently... sure, he is a little special snowflake naturally which you loved about him, but he's been even weirder than he usually is!

Because why is he so persistant on coming into his room first and panickly runs around whenever you visit him? And one day you even caught him putting some planket over... something... you have no idea what that is, since you never got clear look at it. But you were sure of one thing... he was hiding something.

Tho one day, you finally caught something more...

It started by him casually running into his room before you even get closer to the door and covering something with the blanket, fixing it by the time you entered, as if making sure you won't be able to see anything.

"What are you hiding there?"

"I told you before, you'll get to know that soon enough!"

"You said the same thing week ago..."

"It's simply... not ready yet."

You just sighed and made yourself comfy on his couch. Whatever was under that blanket cleaerly still on your mind, as you tried to figure out what it could be by looking at whatever was inside.

"Fufu~ Don't think about it too much..."

"Why's there 2 yellow lights?"

"Huh-?"

Looking back at the blanket, he noticed 2 gold lights that were still visible through materials... and he knows he got himself a problem right here, since he has to turn it off before it overheats... but you're also here...

"Darling... may I ask you to... turn around?"

He scratched the back of his neck, a bit nervous and embarrassed he had to ask you to do something like that just because of his mistake.

"Oh no, I'm getting to know what it is. It's about time after what... 3 weeks?"

"2 and a half..."

Boy sighed to himself, letting his hands drop to his side. His eyes looking for any sign of cooperation from you, yet your crossed arms were a clear sign to him... you weren't about to back away...

"Alright... just... please keep in mind I'm not sure about it yet..."

"It's okey!"

You reassured already excited to see what he was hiding for so long!

Once he lifted the blanket, you saw... Robo-Rui? It looks like it... it's similiar to Robo-Nene from the s tyle it's built, but it looks like Rui instead of looking like Nene...

"Is this..."

"Heh~ You said so many times you'd love a Robo-Me... and since our anniversary is coming up... I thought you may like it..."

He was clearly flustered now. As if not sure if you'll thank him or call him a weirdo for what he did.

"Seriously?! I love it!!"

But luckily for him, your eyes were already sparkling with happines once you saw the robot and heard why he made it! Giving him a big reassuring hug, which he gladly took and let his arms relax.

"Hm~ Well... would you like to see few options? I can't let you take it since it's 99% safe, and... I'd prefer to not risk with that 1%..."

"Oh asbolutely! I'll gladly see whatever you have to show me!"

"Well, my dear... you already saw the lights, which I planned to be a little source of light for you at all times or even to scare off some people when you put it in the dark~"

"Haha~ Of course you had that idea..."

"Can you blame me? But! There's also like... 12 other functions of which 10 are ready, and today, I'll be showing you... 6!"

He was clearly not a lot calmer as he explained and showed you few functions of the Robo-Rui, not wanting to show you all, so you'd still have some stuff to discover on your own when he finally gives it to you!

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @wabatle @sucodelaranja86 - come get your crazy inventor~

[exhaslo]

1000 Followers!!!

Thank you all so much! I never thought I'd get this fair, haha. Here is a little drabble to celebrate!!

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Warning: Minors DNI, Fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of fetish, surprise: no smut

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Miguel had been standing in the corner for what felt like eternity. He couldn't find it in himself to move. It was if he was trapped in time. His attention was focused on you.

You were just sitting alone on a park bench, reading something on your tablet. There was a bright smile against your lips as your cheeks turned crimson. The wind blew gently against your face, causing you to constantly fix your hair.

Everything about you was just beautiful. Miguel had taken notice of you a while ago. He just had no idea how to approach you. You had started working at Alchemax and Miguel was smitten. You were so beautiful. Miguel just wanted to talk to you.

"Just go up and say hello." Miguel told himself, "You're fucking Spiderman for god's sake."

Miguel prepped himself up and proceeded to walk to you. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth before quickly looking around. Miguel flinched as the two of you made eye contact. Miguel cleared his throat as you quickly put your tablet away.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Miguel said. You just smiled towards him,

"You're Miguel, right? I've seen you a few times at work. I'm (Y/N)." You chirped, introducing yourself.

You couldn't believe it. The Miguel O'Hara was speaking to you. You had only fantasized about this moment. Miguel was a fucking god at Alchemex. He was sexy, smart and built like a champ. You dreamed of his arms squeezing your-

"S-So! Is there anything I could help you with?" You stuttered to ask, trying to push the dirty thoughts away. Miguel returned your smile,

"I was wondering if I could...take you out for a coffee?"

"Yes!" You chirped, then cleared your throat, "I mean, yes. I would love that."

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"If you don't mind me asking, what were you reading that had you smiling so lovely?" Miguel asked with a hum, watching your every move. Your cheeks started to burn,

"O-Oh, it was nothing...important." Biting your lower lip, you decided to be brave and bold, "Maybe I'll tell you...if we go out for a date?"

Miguel's eyes widen. This was going really smoothly. He took a sip of his coffee, agreeing to the idea. Miguel could hear your heart race as you quietly cheered to yourself. You were so cute. How could he have been so dumb and waited this long? The idea of you belonging to Miguel just sounded so right.

"How's Friday after work? Dinner and a movie?" Miguel offered. You fixed your hair,

"I'd love that."

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Miguel was a charmer. He had picked you up after work, dropped you off at your place, then returned to get you when you were ready. He even brought you flowers. Everything Miguel was doing was making your heart flutter. Now, you had to charm him. Miguel was letting you pick the movie.

"There are some...okay options," You mentioned, eyeing one particular movie, "Um..."

"Let's watch that one," Miguel pointed towards the movie you were glancing at, "You seem to be int-"

"W-We shouldn't! That...That movie is um...inappropriate."

Miguel laughed before grabbing your hand. His grip was tight, yet warm. Miguel had bought the tickets and brought you to your seats after getting some snacks. You sat side him, unable to calm down. You were positive that Miguel knew nothing of this movie. What if he decided to not want to see you again after this?

"Don't be nervous. It's just a movie." Miguel reassured you. You whimpered lowly, glancing up at him,

"A movie involving a lot of kinky sex." You whispered. Miguel quickly sat up as the lights dimmed, "I-I'm sorry. Um, remember you asked what I was reading at the park? It was smut. I, um, I'm really into kinky sex stories and....that...stuff....I-I know...I-I'm weird and-"

"It's fine," Miguel kissed your head, catching you off guard, "I'm not going to judge you on your tastes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

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You were a blushing and giggling mess after the movie. You held your cheeks as you kept talking to Miguel about the movie. Miguel was happy that you were enjoying yourself; however, he had gotten hard during the movie imaging that it was you and him having sex. Miguel chuckled as you squealed lowly, talking about the end of the movie.

"So next date we can watch a similar movie," Miguel offered and noticed your shocked expression, "You're adorable when you talk about what you like. I'm glad to be able to see this side of you." He admitted. A smile creeped onto your face,

"Thanks, Miguel." You approached him and pecked his cheek, "I'll be happy to go on another date with you."

"Tuesday has Happy Hour at the bar across the street."

"Oof, isn't that the hefty work day filled with meetings?" You questioned. Miguel nodded, knowing that he was going to need the stress reliever,

"After work around 6?"

"Sounds like a date."

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I wanted to do something a little different than the smut! Thank you all again for the 1k followers! Can't wait to keep up the writing for you all!!!

[brummiereader]

PREVIOUS PART

A Ghost Of A Man (PART FIVE)

Summary: Things take a turn for the worse when the reader goes back to visit Tommy in the abandoned building.

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes, angst, violence

For the past few weeks you had regularly found yourself back at the abandoned building. Juggling between work, Uni and the dreaded assignment that you finally got finished, you would visit Tommy most days. During your time with him he would talk to you about his family and childhood growing up in Small Heath. You would often ask questions about the Peaky Blinders and the war in France, which at first he reluctantly opened up about. You had spent hours alone with Tommy in the old offices, at ease enough to confide in him your hopes and wishes for the future, he in turn had entrusted you with his gold pocket watch when you insisted on taking it to a Watchmaker after seeing it was no longer working. Often giving the other small touches, a hand on his arm, his palm on the small of your back, you were both now comfortable and content being within each others presence, grateful of the growing bond you had built. It was coming close to the date of Tommy's brutal death, soon he would be going back to 1922. You mentioned it to him once, only for him to get rather agitated, quickly putting an end to the conversation. For now this was your routine. But for how long could this last before one of you got frustrated with the way things were?

For the past few days you had been mulling over the idea of trying to find something...anything that could help Tommy for when he goes back to his time. He had told you rather hostilely to not go looking for any information which confused you, did he not want to live again? Being rather stubborn you walked into work with only one objective in mind.

" Hi Janette" you said as you turned on your computer.

"Hello you" she said giving you a huge smile.

" Erm, i have another favor to ask"

" It wouldn't happen to be about that gang, would it?" She said as she started stamping a stack of books on her desk.

" It's the last time, I promise"

" You know anything you need for Uni you're always welcome to go and do the research you need" she said smiling to you warmly.

Not exactly Uni research anymore with your assignment having been handed in over a week ago, this time it was personal research. You needed access to the newspaper articles upstairs, so with that in mind you nodded and thanked your boss as you headed up to the second level. To say Tommy wasn't consuming your life right now was an understatement. You was no longer frightened of the man you first met instead you felt drawn to him, you wanted to spend every hour of every day with him, did he feel the same?

Upstairs in the small storage room there was an old computer, and it looked like Richard had finally started photocopying and categorising all the books onto it. This would make your research easier, the only thing was, you didn't know where to start. There was very little recorded info about Tommy's death, and you was having trouble figuring out what to type into the search bar. The folder belonged to Campbell so you typed his full name in first. There was a few articles about the arrival of a new police officer coming to Birmingham to clean up the city, but nothing more. Then you remembered what Tommy said about how he was hired by Winston Churchill. You vaguely recalled your boss talking about how in London they recently discovered some old letters of correspondence from Churchill from the 1920's, now part of history they were published online for anyone to see. With nothing to lose you clicked on the article and downloaded them. There was over a hundred letters, sighing in desperation you painstakingly read through each one. After what felt like forever you came upon a letter with Campbells full name at the top. It was indeed a letter to the man himself. Reading through the correspondence it talked about a certain someone who could be of use. And then you saw it, the now familiar initials T.S. You knew it was about Tommy, it was too much of a coincidence to not be. If Campbell needed Tommy for something then maybe he could stop the attack by Sabini and his men. You knew by giving Tommy this information you would potentially never see him again, and with that you felt a huge wave of sadness come over you. Brushing away a tear you wrote down the information on a small piece of paper and placed it in your pocket. The real question now was, were you going to give it to him? You had grown fond of him and your visits to the abandoned building, you had developed a closeness to eachother, an understanding of who the other is. Could you really keep this information from him though, forever damning him to live between two worlds?

Arriving back home you felt drained with the knowledge that you had the potential missing link that Tommy needed to save his life. Trying to distract yourself you decided to do something nice for your friend, your lack of socialism the past month was evident, and you felt guilty for forgetting everyone else in your life, you hadn't even visited your 90 year old Nan in nearly over a month something you deeply regretted. She was the only family you was in contact with nowadays, your parents who you had a strained relationship with, living far from Birmingham. Taking out a bottle of red wine you had been saving, you decided to drown in your sorrows as you waited for your friend to come back home.

" Hey!" Your friend said as she opened the door.

" Oh hi, you ok?" you answered sitting up straight to face her.

" Good, good. Surprised you're home feel like I have barely seen you lately" she said sitting down on the sofa kicking her shoes off.

" I'm sorry Louise, I don't know where my head's been at lately. I'll make it up to you" you said with overly exaggerated pleading eyes.

" Fine, buy me food first" she said with a small giggle.

" Already done, and here " you said as you passed her the biggest glass you could find full of her favourite red wine.

"Ooh thanks, nearly forgiven" she said with a massive grin as she took the glass from you.

"And i promise, any movie you pick i won't give a running commentary the entire way through"

" Deal, but one last thing. You come for a night out"

" Fine" you said with a huff and a laugh as you handed her the remote control.

As your friend started flicking through movies, you arranged the food that arrived just 5 minutes before. Handing her plate to her you sat down getting comfy as you rested your plate of food on the cushion laying on your lap.

" Found one" your friend said.

" Ghost!?" You said dropping your fork, the title in large capital letters across the TV screen.

" It's a movie about a woman who's boyfriend is a gho..."

" Yeh yeh I know what it's about" you said cutting her off feeling a little flustered as you remembered the story line.

"Hey! You promised you wouldn't comment" your friend replied as she pressed play.

Sinking back into your seat, your appetite now gone, you reached to the side table taking a rather large gulp of red wine, you was going to need it.

A few days later you had reluctantly agreed to go with your friend for a night out, as promised. Before you did you wanted to visit Tommy. With a heavy heart you had come to a decision. You was going to give him the information on Campbell. You wanted the man you had begun to care for to live again, you would never forgive yourself keeping it from him, letting him spend eternity in that dilapidated building knowing he would always refuse to move on. Deciding to get dressed for night beforehand, you picked out a long black sleeved turtleneck top that you tucked into a camel coloured high wasted mini skirt, matching it with a pair of opaque black tights and your trusty black heeled ankle boots. You loosely curled your hair and put on a modest amount of makeup. Tommy's pocket watch now fixed you placed it in your coat pocket along with the paper of information on Campbell.

" You look hot!" your friend said as you walked into the kitchen. " But early though, it's only six"

" Yeh I just need to pop out somewhere, I'll meet you there" you said as you put on your long black coat and headed for the door.

" Alright, but you best be there!"

" I will, I promise" you called out as you shut the front door.

Sitting in the bus, you looked out the window at the darkening sky. Passing by Watery Lane you thought about the old lady, you wanted to go back and see her. You was curious to know more about her and why she would claim to be Tommy's grand daughter, and how she inherited the abandoned building after Tommy insisted it was not possible. Twenty minutes later you arrived at your stop, getting out you made your way to the building. You would never normally come this late, the lack of daylight was making it hard for you to navigate up the old stairs. Once you made it to the top you was thankful for the orange glow of the streetlights beaming through the second floor windows.

"Tommy" you called out as you made your way over to his office door, which was unusually shut. Opening the door, you jumped back almost falling over.

" Boo" Tommy said in a flat tone, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Jesus Christ Tommy! You scared the hell out of me" you said clutching your chest.

" Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" he replied a smirk forming on his lips.

" Yeh well... Can you save it for the teens that come up here to drink their WKD. You said pushing past him breathless.

" WKD?" He mouthed confused.

Sitting on the edge of his desk you straightened out your coat recomposing yourself. Turning around to face you, Tommy's eyes widened.

" What the hell are you wearing?" He said brows furrowed.

" What? What's wrong with it " you said looking down at your outfit.

Lost for words, Tommy forcefully gestured with his hand up and down your body.

" Jesus Tommy, it's the twenty-first century, women can wear what they want. I'm going out with my friend tonight, I can't go out in jeans and T-shirt" you said slightly annoyed. Tommy's eyes locked on the visible shape of your legs he let out a scoff.

" You look like a whor.."

" Don't... don't you dare say it!" you said interrupting him as you pointed a finger at him.

Huffing he took a drag of his cigarette shaking his head still glaring at your legs.

" You know if a girl walked down the street like that back in my day she would have been.."

" Tommy!" You said, your eyes widening as you started to lose your patience. This was a great start to the night, Tommy's apparent mood becoming more evident by the second.

A small silence filled the room. You could feel his eyes on you as you picked at the edge of his wooden desk.

" So where you going?" He asked finally giving in.

"Just some bar in the town center"

" How long will you stay out?"

"Huh?" You said slightly amused at Tommy's question. " I don't know Tommy, until I want to go home. Would you rather I not go out?" you questioned sarcastically.

" Yes" he huffed under his breath as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

" Why are you being like this?" You said squinting your eyes as you tried to understand him.

"Just go Y/N, I didn't ask you to come tonight , you clearly have other plans" he replied annoyed, avoiding all eye contact.

Defiant you stayed seated. Ignoring his request for you to leave you took out the piece of paper from your coat pocket.

" Tommy I know you said not to look into it, but I think I found something that might help you for when you go back"

" Don't want me coming back, is that it?" He said cocking an eyebrow, a slight bitterness in his voice.

" Tommy... I didn't mean it like that" you replied slightly confused.

Another unbearable silence filled the room as you sheepishly looked at Tommy waiting for him to talk.

" I checked what you asked. The Garrison, it's no longer there, it's been turned into a corner shop, Tommy?... Tommy?" you said trying to catch his line of view.

" What is this Y/N, hm? What are we doing?" he said finally turning to face you, uninterested in the information you had.

" What are you talking about?"

Scoffing Tommy stared at you as he exhaled a cloud of smoke once more, his cigarette now hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Tommy, I think you should at least read it, it's about Campbell...I think it could wor"

"Just fucking stop alright" he said interrupting you, as his frustration grew. Standing up straight he let out a huff as he abruptly walked over to you.

" Tommy..."

" Look I have enjoyed your visits, they have been amusing" he said as he tilted his head. "A way to past the time, but now you need to go" he added coldly.

You stood there shocked, your eyes full of confusion. Why was he acting like this? Everything had been going fine. His hurtful words piercing you like a knife, you found your anger against him building up inside, about to burst at any given moment.

" What the fuck!" You said angrily as you pushed him away from you." I just told you that I have found something that may help you and then you tell me that this has all been a game for you" you said throwing the piece of paper at him." Amusing? Is that all I have been to you, a way to past the time as you said. You're lying Tommy".

"Stop Y/N" he warned you, pointing a finger at you as you approached him, so close your bodies were almost touching.

" What is wrong with you? Is this how you treated everyone. Use them, then discard them when you got bored. Like you did with the old lady on Watery Lane? For weeks I have convinced myself that you was more than the man I read about in those files, but you're just an angry sad bitter ghost of yourself" you replied your voice raising with each sentence, tears starting to fill your eyes.

"ENOUGH!" he shouted at you making you stumble as your back hit the wall.

" You've given up" you said tears now streaming down your cheeks. " You're a coward Thomas Shelby" you added as you clutched your arms around your stomach trying to comfort yourself.

" What the fuck did you just call me eh?" He said grabbing you by both your arms, pushing you back against the wall. " A fucking coward!" he fumed, his eyes now black, full of an anger that you had never seen before. The room suddenly getting colder...darker, you was petrified, his grip on your arms tightening.

" I'm not the one too afraid to live their fucking life" he seethed, as you looked down at the whites of his knuckles.

" You are afraid Tommy, afraid to move on... afraid to live again, what...who, are you waiting for? You sobbed.

His eyes narrowed at you as his squeeze got tighter.

"Tommy you're hurting me" you cried looking at his hold on you.

" You're just a stupid girl, bored with your own life. Why do you come here, hm? To fucking taunt me is that it, I think you like games too Y/N" he said clenching his jaw as he watched streams of tears fall down your cheeks. With little courage you had left, you looked up into his angry eyes, pleading him with unspoken words to let go of you. Suddenly snapping out of his anger Tommy looked down at his vicelike grip on your arms and let go stumbling back as he pushed your arm's away from him.

For a moment all you did was look at him, tears burning your skin, you was in utter shock. Tommy could barely look at you. Pushing past him you grabbed the paper you gave him out his hand and ran out the door not looking back. Just as you did you heard him call out after you.

"Y/N" he said quietly, shame riddled in his voice, as he sheepishly brushed his hand over the top of his head.

Ignoring him you ran down the stairs and out onto the street. You had just been a fun game to him. Just an amusement. What made him get so angry? His demeanor changed so quickly, you had never seen him so furious, not even the first time you encountered him in his office did he look like that. Were your words too much of a bitter pill for him to swallow? Or was Tommy the first one to inevitably crack, becoming too frustrated with the scenario you both found yourselves in?

Walking to the bus stop trembling from the cold air, your tears sticking to your checks you checked the times with blurry eyes. Realising you had missed the bus and with no one around to ask directions, you started walking the route back home. Alone in the dark, the cold chill of February numbing your hands you walked and walked the only thing on your mind, Tommy.

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you realised you had walked onto Watery Lane. Slowly making your way down the street you stopped at the old ladies house, the warm light of her window welcoming you in. You approached her door and knocked twice. A few minutes later, she opened her front door and greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hello dear"

NEXT PART

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[rubyreduji]

peace — ljh [thirteen.]

summary: would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

tags: angst, fluff, established relationship wc: 1.3k an: this is one of my favorite taylor swift songs and it feels perfect for jihoon, i love writing idol/producer jihoon w/o big arguments

m.list

“Jihoon?” You shuffle into his home studio cautiously. All the lights are off leaving the desktop monitor to illuminate the room in a dull glow.

Your fiance’s been cooped up in his studio all day, working diligently on the next comeback. Normally you leave him be when he’s working but you think it’s been at least fourteen hours since you’ve last seen the man and you’re starting to worry about his Vitamin D intake.

When you get no response you walk further into the room. You squint over at the desk to see Jihoon with his head in his hands. Even through his large hoodie you can see the way his shoulders are tense and you can hear him faintly murmuring to himself.

“Yah, Jihoon-ah,” you call softly. You approach him and run a hand over his shoulder.

“Love?” He looks up at you, blinking a bit to adjust his eyes. “Are you okay?”

You chuckle slightly. “I think I should be asking you that. It’s late already. You should eat and come to bed.” Your hands slip under his hoodie and gently work at his neck, massaging out the knots from sitting at his computer all day.

“I guess it has been a long day,” Jihoon mutters, closing his eyes again. His face doesn’t look calm though, a subtle pain sits on his features which has you frowning as well.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you say before moving towards the couch next to his desk. You reach over to turn on the small side lamp and the room is basked in a soft yellow. You look over at Jihoon and take in his full form.

His eyes have large bags under them and the eyes themselves look tired and weary. There’s a solemn look on his face and he has even less color in his pale face than normal. He’s so different from that youthful smiley boy you met years and years ago. You guess that’s what happens with the passage of time. You grow up and mature and age. 

You reach over and cup his face in your hands. “Oh Hoon.” You run your thumb over his cheekbone and he leans into your palm, melting at your calming touch. “What’s on your mind?”

“Have you been online today?” He asks. His voice is raspy and barely above a whisper. He grabs your hands off his face and envelopes them in his own. They’re warm and soft and his grip is strong but gentle.

“Ah, no. I’ve been busy with other things.” You tend to stay off the internet these days anyways. You don’t care much about what tabloids and sasaengs have to say about your fiance and his group. “What are they saying?”

Jihoon looks down at your connected hands before continuing speaking. “A tabloid caught word of our engagement. A fan saw your ring while you were out in public.” 

“Oh.” You stare down at your hands as well; at the matching silver bands that sit on your ring fingers. 

They’re simple rings. Despite having a rich fiance you never wanted anything too flashy. Jihoon was happy to comply with your wishes and got you a simple silver band with a small ruby jewel. Jihoon’s ring is a thick silver band with a single gem of your choosing inset in the band. 

It was actually your idea to keep the engagement private. Your relationship has been public for a few years and HYBE was ready to put out a statement about your engagement but you asked Jihoon to keep it private for the time being.

When you first went public with your relationship you two had been dating for a year and half and the general consensus was split. All the boys had your guys’ back but there were a lot of words thrown at you, and at Jihoon, and at Seventeen as a whole. You got the most of it, even having people speculate that it was a publicity stunt or that you were just a gold digger. Guilt sat heavily with Jihoon for months as you withered away under the comments. Slowly the comments died down and you two built yourselves up, but you didn’t think you would be able to handle that again so you asked Jihoon to keep your engagement to just close friends for now.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Jihoon says. “I’m sorry that you can’t have privacy when I work this job. I’m sorry that I’ll never be able to bring you peace.”

“Jihoon…” you tug at Jihoon’s hands so he can join you on the couch and you wrap your arms around him.

“I didn’t mean to bring you into any of this. This difficult life I live. You deserve so much better than all of this. I’m sorry I can’t give you anything but troubles,” Jihoon whispers.

“Hey, don’t say that. You give me so much more than troubles. You give me so much, the troubles are worth it.” You can tell Jihoon doesn’t believe you, so you continue. “You keep me warm at night, at least on the day you come to bed.” You nudge him teasingly. “You also…keep my heart warm.”

Jihoon snorts. “You’re so cheesy. And here I thought I was the song writer.”

“Yeah, yeah. I mean you also gave me a family. You…and all of the boys. You guys are my family now. Nothing can replace the bond you’ve given me. You’re also…someone I can talk to. You understand me, even if we’re just sitting in silence. You’ll be with me in the hardest of times, and at the best of times. You give me all of your effort, no matter what. You give me a lot Jihoon, the most important being your love.” You lean your head onto his, trying to convey all of your love into your touch. Trying to tell your fiance you love him and that no matter what you’ll stick with him because that’s what love is.

“Even if I give you all of those things, even if I give you all of my sunshine, rain will still come if you’re with me. I make your life more difficult Y/N, I-”

“You love me, and as long as you stand by me through all of my hardships, I will stand by you through all of yours. That’s what partnership is. That’s what we are.”

“Don’t you understand, I will never be able to bring you peace,” Jihoon says, his voice cracking a bit. Despite his protests, he still doesn’t let go of you.

“It’s not like I can give you much either, you’ve always known this,” you tell him. You pause for a moment, contemplating your next words. “I can only give you a few things. A home, a wife…a child.”

“A child?” Jihoon looks up at you. “Are you…?” His hands ghost of your stomach.

“No, no,” you assure him. “But…I could be. If you wanted.”

It’s not something you’ve talked about a lot; starting a family. Jihoon still has a few years left in his contract and only ended his military service recently. You have always been unsure of if Jihoon has even wanted children which has caused you to stall on bringing the subject up.

Jihoon nods. “Yeah. I-I’d want that.”

You smile softly at him. “Okay. I’d like that.”

“I would too. Our own little family,” Jihoon says. “You know I only want happiness for you.”

“I know…but you give that to me. You and your boys and even if this life is difficult it still brings me happiness, because it’s you. I love you, and if that means not having peace, I don’t care. It would still be enough.” You cup Jihoon’s face in your hands. “As long as I have you Jihoon, everything will be okay. Can you trust me on this?”

“I can trust you with anything,” Jihoon responds.

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” Jihoon says, leaning in to kiss you before you respond. As worried as Jihoon may be, you know that really there’s nothing to distress over. No matter what he thinks, as long as he’s the one who you fall asleep next to, you’ll have your peace.

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[sylvaridreams]

hey o/ i haven't finished the update yet either but i wanted to say I agree with your take, I like to give things a lot of benefit of the doubt to settle, I wanted to give a 'fresh start' a chance because I respect the idea, but at this point I think I have to admit that nothing about this feels. interesting. at all. I can only see it as such when I remember how fun updates were back in the day.

the key difference for me being that nothing was ever *just* about dramatic events in the world. it was events plus how it affected your friends. it always had something to do with the core cast around you, and you cared about them. soto has not done that even slightly and I'm so disappointed. zojja kind of worked, but. you're right. I just don't care. they haven't given me a reason to! i don't give a shit about peitha! I WAS enjoying the 'new cast' like gladium and lyhr, but they're all gone now as well??

what am i supposed to be attached to here. genuinely can someone at anet tell me.

sorry for vent it's just your post got me in that angry level of agreement

No no for REAL. Like. You're absolutely right. The old story was never just "such and such place is under attack! Well you saved it. And on to the next big drama." It was always "and look at how the people you love suffered, triumphed, persevered through it." The cast they gave us, that they built the foundations of over a decade ago, they were ALWAYS a part of the story that mattered as much as The Main Character, and as much as The Big Dramatic Events. Rarely did I feel like "Why was Taimi there? She didn't add anything to the expac." NEVER were core npcs introduced and then just put away again like this. You're told that you HAVE TO care so deeply about Zojja- oh she wiped her memory clean and doesn't know you. Mabon- oh he's dead. Lyhr, Gladium, Rrtchik- nvm we forgot them all actually. Why am I meeting these people at all? This doesn't feel like a place I'm going to stay or people who will stay in my life! This feels like they're just kind of having me run some errands for them until we part ways in a couple days! Wayfinder you're just who I was hoping to see! Can you do my laundry and then Peitha needs you to stand there in silence while she discusses strategy with the people who ACTUALLY matter this arc. Ok thanks!

It just sucks I'm not having fun in this story. I'll finish it out but honestly? Had I joined Gw2 and STARTED with SotO, as I know many people have? I would not be sticking around long. I would not be impressed by the depth if the narrative, and I doubt I would go put more money into it to play the expacs and seasons to figure out where the GOOD story was.

We had such a deep rich world and this feels cheap and flat.

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

i’m a sucker for angst and i was hit with an wonderful awful idea but it’s pretty long so completely get if you don’t want to write it! i really just had to share cause it’s good!

It’s Sebastian x reader/MC, where MC has finally found a solution for Anne, but it has to be transferred to someone. MC decides to take the curse for herself for what’s probably a number of reasons that include but aren’t limited to: 1. She’s a self-sacrificing idiot, 2. She thinks she’s Built Different and can handle the curse thanks to Ancient Magic, 3. Severely underestimate how many and how much people actually care about her, etc. So she sends Sebastian a letter saying she found a cure for Anne and that she sent it with the owl (it’s a placebo potion) and that Anne should start to feel better in a few days. And magically Anne is cured and can come back to Hogwarts and Sebastian is ecstatic.

MC can handle the curse okay for a few months, but eventually gets too weak and tired to try to put up a good excuse as to why she’s acting odd, so she ends up telling the faculty in a few words that doesn’t fully explain that she transferred a curse to herself but is close enough. Prof Weasley is kind enough to offer for MC to stay at her place since she used to be a curse-breaker and with MC in close proximity, they can work on breaking the curse together. MC’s friends are given a very flimsy but kind of believable excuse as to why she had to leave the school early. Sebastian doesn’t believe the excuse and probably thinks MC was kidnapped (or something) so he starts trying to figure out where MC is and, after a couple months, figures out MC is with Prof Weasley. (Completely debatable if Prof Weasley ACTUALLY dropped hints to where MC was cause Sebastian probably was like a sad wet cat without her and it was just pitiful LOL)

He goes over to Prof Weasley’s house and MC answers the door, thinking it’s a potion delivery or something, looking awful like she just crawled out of the 9 rings of hell or something. And they just stare at each other, before MC invites him in. MC makes tea while they have a very awkward small-talk conversation, with MC avoiding any question that addressed her situation with the curse. Their conversation eventually culminates in an argument, but ends as quickly as it began when MC has an “attack” and collapses in severe pain. Sebastian finally puts 2 and 2 together and realizes the “cure” MC sent all those months ago wasn’t real and that she instead took on the curse herself and hid it from everyone as to not worry them. MC directs him to open a chest and give her one of the bottled potions, which she quickly downs. She then explains the situation, how Prof Weasley is helping to find a cure and that Prof Sharp provides a potion that can’t take away the attacks, but makes it “bearable” enough so she can talk. MC and Sebastian share a very tender and soft but angsty moment where he’s upset she’s a self-sacrificing idiot and how much she means to him, while she believes Anne, his twin, is much more important than her, some girl he just met. MC then breaks the unfortunate news that she’s getting very tired and very weak from the curse and that she’s thinking of just trying to live comfortably until it eventually takes her, and obviously Sebastian puts up a whole fuss cause he’s back where he started with Anne only this time it’s not Anne but with the girl he’s in love with, but MC makes him promise to not engage in any Dark Arts to find a cure. He agrees, and they just spend time together after that. MC can’t move after her “attack” so he carries her to a couch so they can be more comfortable, and she ends up falling asleep on his shoulder with him promising that he’ll spend as much time with her as possible and that he will find a cure.

The “true” ending however, is fairly open ended imo. It could end in 2 ways: 1. Sebastian manages to find a cure and MC lives or 2. MC dies and it’s Sebastian at her funeral.

Either way, that’s the end of it! Like I said, SUPER SUPER angst filled and VERY long, but you don’t have to write it if it’s too long or detailed! I really just wanted to share the scenario I came up with! ^^

Wow! That's an incredible idea anon. It would make a great fully fleshed out fic.

It would be the perfect angsty-romantic story and especially imagining if the ending would be good or bad because it could go really super devastating 😭😭

[old-poptart]

Hello hello!!!

can I have Hanako and Sakura with a s/o who will do anything to get revenge? S/o is very sweet, a pushover even- but recently s/o has been quite cold to people around them and built up on the thought of getting revenge on people who did them wrong, even wanting to kill them. S/o distances themselves more now and lashes out easily, more focused on thinking about the pain of the past then the good things in the present

s/o is just constantly sad and angry- poor s/o-

a/n: holaaa 😻‼️ i haven't posted ina bit- motivation was at an all time low and school is driving me nuts but it's ok 😜 i love this idea sm, onto the headcanons!

warnings: bit rudeness, mentions of murder, angsty stuff

Hanako 🌺 and Sakura 🎧 with a sweet but vengeful s/o (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"all this.. and for what?"

hanako loves how sweet you are, he should be careful though, nobody wants to get a cavity right~?

oh but how you just mustn't decline anything offered to you, you mustn't be a burden and cause such disruptions, right?

he loves everything about you, down to your littlest and smallest details. you're his conversation starter, he could go days rambling how you're the perfect match for him. how lucky are you~!

recently though, he has started to notice that you've grown a little distant and seemed to be more sullen with your resting face. did he do something wrong? did he not give you enough kisses last time you two cuddled?

oh but everytime you visit him, it's like a light turned on; you went back to your normal, sweet self. but it seems like recently that light has been slowly flickering more and more when you're around him

one time you finally snapped at him, bottling all of these emotions and thoughts of possibly causing the final breath of the people who wronged you weren't doing you any good in any way. you were tired, constantly in a negative mood, nothing would cheer you up more than a knife to the heart of your foes

it was all a blur, you weren't even sure what caused you to break the ice and start yelling at hanako. anger coursed through your body, palms starting to get sweaty from being balled up into fists, jaw hurting from how wide you have to open your mouth to reach the right decibel. hanako just stood there and took it, he needed some time alone and you did too.

you felt horrible, yelling at your boyfriend who did nothing wrong. yet somehow you still have that same anger, now worse since you put it all on the love of your life.

you apologized to him the next day and had a long talk about what got you so riled up, how the people from your past did you so very wrong and left some scarring on you and you can't get over it. he forgave you, promising to help you solve your problems as a team. the last thing he wants is to see his dear all jumbled up about some jerks in her past.

Sakura 🎧:

"it's ok, I'm here now.."

sakura is a big listener and she's to make sure that you're safe in any state or form

she admired how sweet you were, the delicacy you held in your eyes, your soft essence, how you just made anyone crack a smile when you were around

sakura also found your pushover natured self pretty cute. she would come to your defense when you needed it, no matter the situation her lil doll would always be at her defense, of course if they consent to it

not too long ago, you remembered some anecdotes from your childhood. these weren't your average childhood memories, quite frankly they were worse. your peers would laugh and poke fun at you, making snarky remarks and snicker at them, but you didn't find them all that funny.

you grew cold around most people you were close to, that sweet candy in you started to go bad. you started to cancel hangouts, not texting as much, pretty much going ghost on most of your friends. if you weren't ghosting them, you were trying to maintain the rest of your remaining sanity and not snap at them

unfortunately you couldn't withhold any longer and broke. tsukasa was starting something you didn't wanna finish and somehow the blame was caught onto sakura.

you started to lecture and critique her loudly, saying how she needs to be there more and express more emotions and other nonsense that left your mouth without warning. you didn't know what you were saying and realized you what you were doing mid sentence

sakura's expression subtly changed to slightly widened eyes with her gaze hardening, brows a bit upturned, and the corners of her lips drooping to form a small frown. you took notice of this and immediately apologized, ranting about how much your past enemies angered you so much and the only way to stop it was to put an end to it all, literally.

she understood you very clearly. she pecked your cheek and embraced you in a hug, telling you how she will assist you with anything that you need and that she will help you overcome this vengeful energy

I LOVED THIS SM!! HOPE YOU ENJOY!

-ooga :D

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Rare-pairs Week: day 2

Summery:  Day 2 of the rare-pairs week. Prompt: Trust/Cold. Rupert planned to take a quick evening walk. He planned to relax, enjoy the city lights, take in the unique scenery of Detroit. He didn't plan to encounter the deviant hunter. And he certainly didn't plan to make a connection that would change his life forever.

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Rupert had never been this cold before.

As soon as he had downloaded Connor's system file, it had auto-compressed into a sort of zip file labeled zen.garden.exe. While it hadn’t concerned him at first, the moment he ‘touched’ the file a searing cold shot through him.

He gasped, doubling over and instinctively clutching Connor’s empty body as though it would provide him with any sort of warmth.

This… this was a bad idea.

Besides the unbearable cold, Rupert’s system was overloading. There was just too much data, too much information. His processor was in no way designed for something like this.

But, it wasn’t like he could go back now.

And he wasn't doing any good staying here.

“You said… you said to go to Lieutenant Anderson?” he asked aloud. Deep down, he knew there was no way that Connor could hear him, much less respond, but it somehow felt better to talk to him as though he could.

More like he was actually there

Less like he was holding a corpse.

While he was certain he had downloaded Connor’s code, there really was no way of knowing if he had gotten everything. Even if he did, there was no certainty that the code could be used to save him. All this pain, all the cold… It could be for nothing.

But at least he would have tried.

He suspected that his overloaded system was only going to get worse, so dawdling was only going to hurt him more in the long run.

With more than a little effort, Rupert stood and Connor’s body slid limply to the ground as he guided it gently. As much as he hated to leave him here, he doubted his ability to carry him so far even if he wasn’t in his less than optimal state. His model wasn’t built for strength after all.

As reverently as he could, he managed to tuck the body away in the alley nearby. Even if he couldn’t be repaired, the last thing he wanted was something more to happen to it.

“I’ll make sure someone comes back for you,” he promised the silent file in his mind. “I promise, you… I won’t leave you here.”

A chill ran down his spinal column almost like a response as he painstakingly started his journey towards the DPD.

-o-

“Sir? Are you alright?” the receptionist asked him as soon as he stepped through the doors.

It was certainly a fair question, one that any sane person would ask given his current state. He was shivering, disoriented, and covered in blue blood. If he was being honest, the answer was no, he was far from ok, but he had other priorities.

“Um,” he vocalized, but before Rupert could form any sort of question or answer, the very man he was looking for burst through the entryway doors.

He looked frazzled, worried, tired. Like he should have been to bed hours ago and it was only copious amounts of caffeine keeping him on his feet. His phone was pressed to one ear and he was paying little regard to his surroundings.

"His phone is in his head, he couldn't have lost it," he snapped at whoever was on the other end of the call. “For fuck’s sake, Chris. Of course I’ve tried that, do you think I’m an idiot?”

Lieutenant Anderson paid no attention to Rupert. He was too thoroughly absorbed in his conversation to even notice him it would seem. And, if Rupert wasn't mostly convinced that the issues he was fretting over were about Connor, he likely wouldn't have been inclined to interrupt.

"Lieutenant!" he called, ignoring both the receptionist that was still questioning if he was alright and the way his voice glitched around the word.

He turned to him and for a moment, he worried the man would remember him. Their only previous interaction hadn’t exactly gone well after all and any resentment he had towards Rupert would only get in the way.

Then again, it wasn’t as though he was an uncommon model. He had no reason to think he was the same android that had pushed him off of a roof. It was more likely he was taking in his appearance than judging him on their past.

He didn't want to waste time on that either.

"P-please," he stuttered, hating how it sounded eerily similar to the way Connor had said it to him not long ago. "I need to talk to you."

He glanced at the receptionist and Rupert was sure he was considering pawning him off to her for whatever technical support he needed. "Look, I'm really busy right now. Why don't-"

"It's about Connor," he interrupted.

It was honestly incredible how quickly the Lieutenant's disposition shifted from disinterested to laser-focused. Maybe, if Rupert hadn't been on the verge of falling apart, he might have commented on it.

"What about Connor?" Lieutenant Anderson asked, sounding equal parts hopeful and concerned.

Rupert shivered as another jolt of cold coursed through his system. He wasn't sure where to start. How do you tell someone that a person they care for is dead and at the same time possibly not? It certainly wasn't a conversation for an open lobby, that was for sure. "I'll… it's a lot… can we talk somewhere else?"

“I’m gonna have to call you back,” he said to the man on the phone, hanging up before they could respond. At the same time he nodded for Rupert to follow him into the precinct.

He complied, but every step felt like his joints were shattering. The cold had already numbed his feet and hands, it was a miracle he was still able to stand at all, much less walk.

His audible sigh of relief as he sank into the interrogation room chair must have clued the Lieutenant in on his rough state. “You alright?” he asked rather than questioning him about Connor like he knew he wanted to.

“I’m fine,” Rupert insisted. He really had no way of knowing if he was lying or not. Whatever damage Connor’s files were doing to his system could very well be fatal, but he didn’t have time to worry about that. “I’m just… cold.”

Lieutenant Anderson wasted no time, shrugging off his coat to drape it around Rupert’s shaking shoulders. He appreciated the gesture, but it didn’t help. The cold was inside him, freezing his very core.

The man's hand lingered on his shoulder. It felt hot to the touch, but did nothing to counteract the chill.

“You said you know something about Connor?” he asked, moving on to why they were there. 

It wasn’t hard to see the despair on his face, nor did Rupert wonder why it was there. It wouldn’t have taken the average person much to notice how he was covered in blood and correctly assume where it came from and the Lieutenant had built his career on exceptional observational skills.

He knew that whatever news Rupert had for him, it wasn’t going to be good.

So he told him everything.

There was no reason to hold it back or hesitate. It was likely that the sooner a technician looked at him, the more likely it was that they could both survive. Rupert started at the beginning, about Connor finding him, about the case file, about trying to save his code.

About the cold.

The frigid, agonizing, burning cold.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as though all his energy froze in his tubing. Like whatever androids had as the equivalent of adrenaline had been the only thing keeping him even a little bit warm. He slumped in the chair, no energy to even shiver anymore. Muted voices around him called for a technician and blurred shapes moved in front of his frosted white vision.

“It’s going to be ok, Connor,” he promised through numb lips.

And then, it all faded away to a frigid nothingness.

[onewingedsparrow]

For the WIP thing:

The Sound of My Spark (because it sounds like it might go with a personal headcanon/story idea of mine)

Shadowzoned (no explanation needed 😉)

Cortado (because it happens to be the title of a song I really like)

Operation Bumblebee Sketch (because it’s ‘Bee, and I’m hoping to get a glimpse. Lol)

I decided to ask about a few since there were so many that sounded interesting to me. 😄

Hi Nova! <3 Thanks for the ask! All righty, lol I love all this curiosity! Also, coincidentally (or not?) half of these happen to be about TFP Soundwave, so your instincts are spot on ;) This post got kinda long, but I know you won't mind. From the top:

"The Sound of My Spark" is an interesting case. It originally started out as a pre-canon one-shot exploring how TFP Soundwave met his Minicons. (Likely canon-divergent, since I still haven't read the Aligned novels. At the time I started writing (over a year ago), I didn't know Soundwave's canonical origin story, and just wanted to explore him being a gladiator in the Pits, alongside Megatron.)

I chose the title because I wanted to find a connection between TFP Soundwave and music (or soundwaves, if you will) that was different from his iterations in, say, Cyberverse or G1, where he literally had a music player built into him. Inspired by Optimus and 'Bee's connection in "The Song Forever Calling," I began to ponder a different scenario: What if individual sparks carried a song of their own? What if each bot's sparkbeat carried a unique musical voice, and Combiners (or Minicons + Soundwave) literally had to stay on beat with each other in order to move together? That's when the fic took off, gaining a very interesting aspect. I chose time signatures for writing Soundwave's POV, based on his emotions during each scene, and matched each word to that beat. It became poetry, in a way <3 It's quite fun to reread, lol. And at THAT point, after writing a certain number of interactions between Soundwave and Laserbeak, Ravage, Frenzy, Rumble, Megatron and more...I realized that the story I really wanted to write about Soundwave wasn't a fic at all. 💜 So, while this WIP has been technically abandoned, I would not call it irrelevant. It has become something greater. I do not know if the musical aspect will remain a key plot point in the newly transformed story, but it certainly runs in the background of the worldbuilding. Now I'm curious about your headcanon / story idea as well! Shadowzoned, my beloved. "Shadowzoned" was the first of my two major RiD-canon-divergent fics. I'm very displeased with how S3 treated Soundwave (I actually refuse to believe that's the same bot as TFP Soundwave. That's gotta be a dude from an AU), but if you discount all of S3 for Soundwave, that means S2's "Portals" was the last thing he got in-universe, and he was kicked right back into the Shadowzone. Poor guy. BUT Soundwave is incredibly intelligent; and even in a ghost dimension, even with his vow of silence intact, even after he DID successfully escape and was thrown back in...he has a plan. An ally. An ally who doesn't even know he's helping Soundwave, because Decepticons have to be crafty when seeking aid from humans. Especially when that human is one Soundwave has a history with. Rafael Esquivel. "Cortado" is a modern coffeeshop AU for the half-elf twins, Vex and Vax. :) The idea is somewhat silly, but it's a coffee AU, so it can get away with it. 😆 Basically, the twins don't know that they're twins, until Vax randomly visits a local café and nearly has a heart attack when he realizes the barista handing him his drink looks identical to him. Meanwhile, Vex is equally shocked, and immediately begins scheming how to figure out what's up with her mysterious doppelganger. In a chaotic, roundabout way, they eventually learn the truth. I haven't written this one in a while, but it's a nice, lighthearted piece to come back to when I need a break from heavier works. The "Operation Bumblebee sketch" is actually one I showed you before! It was my first actual success at capturing TFP Optimus, lol. It's called that because I was redrawing a screenshot from the episode Operation: Bumblebee. I'm glad you brought it up, this is a reminder for myself to finish it and post it soon. Seriously, it could have been done a year or so ago, but I got lost in perfectionism when it came to capturing all the details of the TFP designs 😅 Since that time, I've learned to embrace "finished; not perfect!" far more in my art endeavors, especially when it comes to TFP designs.

Tell you what, I'll tag you when I post it! In the meantime, here's a glimpse for you :D

[fountainpenguin]

34 & 38 for the fanfic meme? [Can skip 38 if you're uncomfy posting it ofc]

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34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

The stories that are my favorites frequently go unloved, and the stories I don't care for are more likely to be popular, which I'm sure can be largely attributed to me liking obscure characters instead of popular characters, and my taste of liking long, raw emotion 'fics with relationship drama more than I like my surface-level one-shots.

My three most popular (in terms of kudos) stories for the 130 Prompts project are "Mama's Boy," "End of the World," and "Weakening" which are all near the top of my personal "'fics I don't like" list. I personally think they're poor examples of my writing abilities, but people like them, so to each their own. I'm glad people like them enough to leave kudos on those pieces so that if I choose to ignore their opinions and move forward with my own, at least I'm aware of what I'm doing /lh

(The love for "Sunk Too Deep" always surprises me too, but I'm happy for it and I do feel it's deserved even if I "don't get it," ha ha).

I was also very touched when I returned to writing 'fics again after an extended hiatus and discovered that my most popular 'fic on AO3 is "AlgoRhythm." I wrote it in 2018 and it got its first AO3 comment in November 2020, plus it received multiple comments in 2022. I was on hiatus at the time and not keeping up with my 'fic feedback, so that was a very cool thing to see when I came back and already had the urge to write WordGirl again.

It was just kind of a /pikagasp moment that was really cool to me, because I always loved this 'fic and it was so cool to realize it had become the fan favorite in my library without me knowing. I'm really sad that I missed the resurgence of WordGirl popularity in early 2022, but I'm glad my 2018 'fic was there for people to enjoy even if I wasn't around to be involved.

I wrote a 'fic once years ago - I won't say which one - and a reader commented on it saying that they loved it, it made them cry, etc. Excitedly, I explained that I didn't like the way the show writers had pulled off X scene and so this was my fix-it for that, and I loved my angsty scene and I was so happy they loved it too.

The reviewer pulled a 180 on me and completely changed their POV, saying that my story was ruined for them now because they found it disgusting that I had written such a middle finger against the show creators and their canon.

It was a big slap in the face to me that hurt a lot at the time, especially since my entire brand is canon compliancy, but it's not something that still hangs over me today. Just an interesting story to keep around as a reminder that not everyone's going to love your ideas. I'm glad I have other nice comments on that story I can enjoy because man... sometimes you just get comments that bite. One of the risks you take in posting writing online.

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?

I'm going to assume that people who choose to read things like angst desire the angst, so this isn't about that.

I do like to set expectations, especially in long 'fics. Case in point: Frayed Knots Chapter 2 is Chapter 2 for a reason. If you can't get through Infant Marsupial Rescue Mission, you're not gonna like the rest of the 'fic, so just drop off now.

Like... seriously. Frayed Knots GOES PLACES and delves into THEMES. We've got an evil villain of a protagonist who is gonna do some upsetting stuff like manipulate his S/O into dubious consent situations, willingly put HIMSELF into situations of dubious consent as he tries to flirt his way through politics, and also he's a chronic cheater whose entire backstory is built around the idea of betraying others in pursuit of science, so... chances are high that it is not your type of 'fic if the dead marsupial mom scene is too much for you.

That said, I still think that scene was objectively tame because it's blood-free, it's the death of a character we don't have a connection to, and the characters talk about what they're about to face before they arrive at the scene, giving the reader time to bail early if they start growing uncomfortable. I tried to make it as un-upsetting as I could while still setting up this idea of "Buckle up, because we're only in Chapter 2 and I want you to be aware that the content warnings are there for a reason and this story's okay with discussing dark topics and non-human biology."

As a fun parallel along the lines of setting expectations, the opening line of Origin of the Pixies seems absolutely wild: "On a daily basis, it still baffles me to remember how many people don't know that squids keep libraries."

Perhaps an odd move for a Fairly OddParents 'fic that explores the Head Pixie's backstory, but it's important to me. The Yugopotamian library holds a lot of meaning for H.P. because he's stationed there during the war with the Anti-Fairies. He's in the eye of the hurricane, the universe falling apart around him, and... this is his little safe space where he has his pixies around him, and the library keeps them safe. He reads, researches, and it becomes a meaningful place to him.

I like to think of this as an exercise in patience. Those who remember the opening line might be chomping at the bit for a while, wondering when we get to see the squids and the library, but reading the 'fic requires you to slow down and absorb the little moments, which is exactly how H.P. learns to live his life.

By the time you get to the Yugopotamian scenes, chances are that you've completely forgotten this was the opening line of the 'fic. But Origin is a 'fic that's full of secrets that you'll only catch upon a reread, and this is one of them. It's a secret little nod to the fact that H.P. values the library scenes even when it's not obvious... which is the overall theme of the story. Not sure if that counts as upsetting, but it counts as deliberate.

I have a lot of private opinions about my headcanons that I don't normally talk about unless asked directly, because I'm very aware that my opinions are unpopular. I've seen some widely accepted fandom headcanons that certain fandoms like to hold up as canon, and I don't agree with those headcanons, which is sometimes awkward. I often ship rarepairs, and some of my rarepairs are so rare that I've never seen anyone even discuss them in a fandom space, let alone actually draw or write for them.

A lot of my favorite characters are ignored, poorly treated, or outright bashed in 'fics. I've been nipped at over the years for enjoying X or Y part of someone's characterization - tbh I left one of my fandoms because a ring of people were talking behind my back about how they thought my character analyses were stupid - so a lot of the time I just sort of... surface skim past the things I want to delve into. One day I'd like to get into the stuff I really enjoy, but for now I'm just playing out some tamer storylines.

I'd really like to work more on writing emotions, especially angst. I consider myself as someone who writes very tame content that might tickle your brain "logically," but doesn't really touch emotions (as far as I know; as the writer, everything falls flat to me because I already know what's coming and don't get to be surprised, so I just have to go off what readers tell me to know if something is hitting right or not).

I'd love to write some hard-hitting angst one day and (separately) I'd also love to write some enthralling romance. Some people who follow my current work might find some of that upsetting, but someday I'd like to start a new project where I do this sort of thing.

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