#also Tommy being gentle with him makes me so emotional so I need More

[renecdote]

I’m gonna need Tommy to put his hand on Buck’s cheek at least one (1) time for the tenderness but also for ex-girlfriend parallel reasons

[queenshelby]

Sweet Possession (Part 4)

Pairing: Very Dark! Thomas Shelby (32) x Innocent! Reader (19)

Warning: Age Gap, Smut

"What is going on, Tommy?" you asked when he came back inside,  still feeling a little uneasy about what you had seen outside.

Thomas hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before settling on your face. "Just business, Love," he said dismissively, but there was a guarded look in his eyes that made you think he was hiding something.

"But what kind of business?" you pressed, your voice tight with apprehension.

"Business that I cannot discuss with you,"  Thomas replied, a hard edge to his voice.

You flinched at this, recoiling slightly from him. "Can't, or won't?" you asked, your eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Thomas sighed heavily, running a hand through his damp hair. "Can't," he said firmly. "It's better that way."

But you couldn't let it go. Something in your gut was telling you that there was more to this than he was letting on, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

"I am your wife, Thomas. You made me a promise on our wedding day to always be honest with me. I deserve to know what's going on," you said, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture.

Thomas sighed and walked over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He took a long sip before setting the glass back down on the table with a heavy thud. "I have been asked to export certain things on behalf of the Crown. Things that the Crown cannot itself be seen  to be involved with," Thomas finally admitted, his voice tense and low.

Your eyes widened with shock as you absorbed his words. The Crown? Exporting things that they couldn't be seen to be involved with? What on earth could that mean?

"What kind of things?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

Thomas hesitated before finally answering, "Weapons. Guns. Ammunition," Tommy explained, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Illegal things," you gasped, your heart twisting with a mix of fear and disappointment.

"Not illegal, just controversial," Thomas replied, his voice still low and tense. "And necessary. It helps fund our operations and the facilities we support, including the orphanage you want to work in," he told you and you stared at him, your mind reeling with the implications of his words.

"So, it is legitimate? Because you are doing this on behalf of the crown?"  you asked, struggling to make sense of the information Tommy had just revealed to you.

Tommy nodded. "It's a delicate matter but, of course, I wouldn't do anything illegal. You know that, right?" Thomas asked, his eyes pleading for your understanding.

You nodded slowly, taking in the weight of this new information. "Of course. I trust you , Thomas," you finally whispered, albeit with some hesitation.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief at your words, pulling you into a tight embrace and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he murmured.

But as the night wore on, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was still amiss. The idea of Thomas being involved in such controversial and dangerous business left a bad taste in your mouth, and the thought of him endangering himself for the sake of others weighed heavily on your heart.

The following morning, however, you went on with your day as if nothing had happened. It was your first shift at the orphanage, to which you had agreed last minute as someone else had, apparently, called in sick.

Isiah, was again, tasked to drive you to the orphanage and, when you told him that he could simply drop you off and then pick you up later, he shook his head.

"No, I need to stay with you Mrs Shelby," he  replied, his voice brooking no argument.

You sighed inwardly, not wanting to cause a fuss but also slightly annoyed at the thought of having your every move shadowed by Isiah.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that he was keeping tabs on you for Thomas.

But you swallowed your pride, knowing that it wouldn't be wise to defy Thomas given everything that had happened the previous night. You assumed that he was just being overprotective of you and this was kind of sweet, you thought. 

The orphanage was buzzing when you arrived and a young man, around 25-years of age, greeted you in the grand hall of the big building. His name was James McKinnin , a well-known social worker of the city.

"Hi, it is so nice to meet you. I'm Y/N Shelby, Thomas' wife," you said with a smile, extending your hand towards him.

James clasped your hand firmly and shook it. "Mrs Shelby, of course. I heard that you we were coming," James told you , his voice full of enthusiasm. "Mr Shelby called me yesterday evening, at around midnight, to let me know that you would be joining us and it was quite a surprise, you know. Mr Shelby donates a lot of money to our organisation and I would not have expected his wife to volunteer with us as well," the man continued, his tone earnest as he led me down a long corridor.

"It's my pleasure and a little selfish really. I miss the work but, since I moved in with Thomas, I gave up my employment, so I have become rather bored," you said honestly and James smiled at my response.

"That's very commendable Mrs Shelby, but let me ask you, do you have any experience in a setting like this? Without meaning any disrespect, being Mr Shelby's wife, I had expected you to be a little older,"  James asked, his words laced with polite curiosity.

"No, but I am eager to learn, and I am certainly not afraid to do some hands-on work. Before meeting my husband, I worked in a factory and then in a pub, cleaning up after drunk men, so I am no stranger to hard labor," you replied with a small chuckle.

James smiled warmly at your response, clearly impressed by your determination and down-to-earth attitude. "That's fantastic, Mrs Shelby. I'm sure you'll be a great asset to our team. Let me give you a quick tour and introduce you to the other staff members," James said as he led you further into the orphanage. "Michael, one of our duty managers, will be looking after you and explain everything you need to know,"  he added as he spotted Michael in the distance.

Michael was a tall, slender man in his mid-twenties with short, curly brown hair and warm hazel eyes. He greeted you with a friendly smile and shook your hand firmly, welcoming you to the orphanage. He then gave you a brief orientation and introduced you to the other staff members, who were all friendly and welcoming as well.

As you worked there, you began to realize just how much need there was in the community and how much of a difference your husband's donations were making.

You felt proud to be a part of it, even in a small way.

That day, Michael showed you everything you needed to know in a commercial kitchen setting, which is where you wanted to work. It was your passion, cooking for others and Michael appeared to be an excellent source of information.

Isiah, however, always stood in the corner, observing your interactions with the tall man who, for his liking, occasionally came to close to you when working in the kitchen.

"Here, let me show you," Michael said on one occasion as he approached you from behind, taking the knife from your hands. "This is an easier way to prepare the herbs for the soup," he said, brushing your arm ever so slightly and causing Isiah to intervene. 

"Everything alright here?" Isiah said, his tone stern and disapproving.

"Yes, of course," you replied, flustered at the intrusion. "Michael is just teaching me how to prepare the herbs for lunch," you added in an attempt to defuse the tension that had suddenly filled the air.

Michael nodded a greeting towards Isiah, who continued to glare at him with suspicion but nodded nonetheless.

Isiah then intervened a few more times over the next few hours, insinuating that Michael was getting too friendly and, eventually, you couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable with his presence.

Despite this, however, the day had been productive and fulfilling for you. You had made new friends, learned new skills, and felt a sense of purpose that had been missing in your life for quite some time.

As the sun began to set, Isiah drove you back to Thomas' luxurious home and, just after Frances greeted you and Isiah, you made your way to Tommy's office.

"You are late," was the first thing he said , not looking up from the documents in front of him. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling into the chair opposite him.

"I am sorry, I didn't realize the time," you answered with a small smile. "I was just so engrossed in what we were doing."

This seemed to appease him, and he looked up and smiled at you, reaching across the desk to take your hand in his. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said softly.

"I did," you answered, squeezing his hand.

"I really did. I never knew that working in a kitchen could be so fulfilling."

Thomas smiled at your enthusiasm, his eyes softening as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm glad," Tommy smiled before asking you for Isiah's whereabouts. 

"He is downstairs," you said. "Shall I send him up?"  you asked, your voice laced with a hint of caution. Thomas' demeanor had shifted again since that morning, and you couldn't quite put your finger on why.

"Yes, I have some business for him to take care of," Thomas replied, his tone curt and dismissive. You nodded and stood up from your chair, making your way to the door. But before you left, you turned back to Thomas and looked him in the eye.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, searching his face for any signs of distress. 

"Yes Love," Tommy said, forcing a smile onto his face. "Everything is fine," he added, although his voice didn't quite ring true.

You frowned at his response, not entirely convinced. But you nodded anyway and made your way to the door, calling for Isiah to come upstairs and, unbeknownst to you, what Tommy really wanted from him was an update on your day. 

"How was it?" Thomas thus asked as soon as Isiah walked into his office and closed the door behind him.

"It was fucking boring ," Isiah replied with a sigh, leaning against the door. "Just a bunch of kids and their annoying chatter," he explained to his boss who, of course, had some more questions.

"And what about the employees. Did they treat my wife with respect?" Tommy asked , his voice low and tense. 

"Of course, they did," Isiah replied with a shrug. "They were all very friendly, although, one of them was a bit too friendly in my opinion," he went on to say , causing Thomas's eyes to narrow.

"How so, Isiah?" Thomas asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"Just one of them kept getting a little too close to her," Isiah replied with a shrug.

"Too close how?" Tommy queried with a steely glint in his blue eyes. He didn't like the sound of some man invading your personal space after he had secretly made sure, for many years, that you were shielded from these kinds of advances.  However, as Thomas pressed for more information, Isiah's response was casual and nonchalant.

"Just talking to her a lot, and touching her arm on occasion," Isiah finished, still leaning against the office door.

"He touched her?" Thomas repeated, his voice deceptively calm.

Isiah nodded. "Yeah, a couple of times," he confirmed before, explaining to Tommy again that the employee in question had only touched your arm. "Her arm, Tommy. Nothing else," Isiah clarified, sensing Thomas' growing tension. 

"Did you get his name?" Thomas asked, his voice low and growly as he clenched and unclenched his fists in an attempt to conceal his anger.

"Yeah. His name is Michael Grosvenor," Isiah told Thomas, his voice steady despite the dangerous look in his boss' eyes.

"Michael Grosvenor, eh" Thomas repeated, testing the name on his tongue. He would remember that name. "Did my wife seem interested in his advances?" Thomas then asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Isiah shook his head. "No, she seemed a little uncomfortable with it after it happened a few times, but she didn't say anything," he answered honestly.

Thomas nodded, his mind already racing with plans of how to handle this situation.

He had always made it clear to the men in town that his property was off-limits, but now it seemed that some of them had forgotten that rule.

"I see," Thomas said simply, his voice deadly calm. He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk to stand in front of Isiah. "I want you to keep an eye on my wife whenever she's at the orphanage. Do you understand?" Thomas ordered, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes, boss," Isiah responded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He nodded once, before turning and exiting the room, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts which began to race incoherently until, eventually, he snapped out of it and walked downstairs to the reading room where he knew he would find you.

"Y/N, may I have a word?" Thomas said, his voice rough and low as he entered the room. He closed the door behind him with a definitive thud, before walking over to you, the sound of your own heavy breathing filling the air around you. 

"Of course," you responded, your voice a breathy whisper, your heart pounding in your chest as Thomas knelt down before you and pulled your legs apart, his gaze fixated on the lacy underwear you were wearing, catching you off guard. 

"Thomas," you gasped, your fingertips digging into the plush armchair you were sitting on as he placed a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, just above where your stockings met your skin.

"Isiah tells me that one of the employees at the orphanage got a little too close to you today," Thomas growled, his voice gravelly with desire.

You let out a soft moan as he traced his fingers along the seam of your underwear, the lace already damp with your arousal.

"No, oh god Tommy, it was innocent," you moaned , your head falling back as he pressed a tender kiss to your clit through the thin fabric.

But Thomas wasn't having it. He was insanely jealous and protective of you, and the thought of some man touching his property made him see red.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down your thighs, baring you to him. He growled as he saw how wet you were, your pussy glistening in the soft light of the room.

"Innocent, eh?" Tommy groaned. "Just like you were, just days ago, before we got married,"  he continued, pinching your clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

You cried out at the sensation, arching your back as you clung to his shoulders, digging your nails into his muscular arms.

"Tommy," you whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily as he teased you with his fingers. "Please," you begged, not sure what you were asking for, but knowing that you needed more.

"Please what?"  Thomas rasped, his mouth hovering over your pussy as he waited for your response.

"Fuck me," you whimpered, unable to hold back the words any longer. 

"But why should I?" Tommy asked. "You let some stranger touch what's mine and now you want me to give you what you want?"  Thomas growled, his fingers still teasing your clit. 

You whimpered as you processed his words, but the ache between your legs was insistent. 

"He didn't. I mean, he touched my arm. Oh god, please,"  you moaned, pulling his head towards your core, desperate for some kind of release.

Thomas chuckled and obliged, pressing a tender kiss to your clit before slipping a finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion, your back arching off the chair as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, his thumb still teasing your clit.

You felt yourself building towards your release, but just as you got close, Thomas pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and unfulfilled.

"No, don't stop," you begged, your voice breathy and desperate.

Thomas smiled at you wickedly, his fingers still slick with your arousal. "Tell me who you belong to, Y/N. Who owns you, eh?" Thomas repeated, circling your clit with his thumb as you writhed beneath him. "Say it."

"You do," you gasped, your breath hitching as he stroked your aching core with deliberate slowness.

"Be precise," he demanded, his voice low and raw with need.

"You own me. You own my body. I'm yours," you moaned, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.

Thomas smiled, a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes. He held up his fingers, still slick with your arousal, and sucked them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

"Good girl," he praised, his eyes dark with desire as he reached for his belt.

You watched him undo the belt, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for what was to come next.

Thomas pulled the belt from the loops of his trousers, the sound of the leather slithering through the buckle echoing in the stillness.

"Tell me again," he commanded, his voice rough and ragged with desire as he approached you, the belt coiled in his hand like a snake ready to strike. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Thomas," you panted, your eyes wide and fixed on the belt in his hand. "I'm yours. Only yours," you confirmed, your voice heavy with desire.

Thomas' eyes blazed with a primal hunger as he lifted the belt and brought it down against your inner thigh with a sharp crack.

You gasped at the sudden sting, your eyes watering with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Thomas watched you carefully, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or distress. But all he saw was your desire-filled gaze locked onto his, inviting him to continue.

He raised the belt again, bringing it down on your other thigh with an equally sharp crack. You whimpered at the sensation, your hips bucking up towards him as you begged for more.

Thomas' eyes narrowed as he dropped the belt to the floor with a thud, his hands going straight to your hips to hold you in place. He tugged your legs apart wider, his gaze locked onto the glistening folds of your aching pussy.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Thomas rasped, his fingers tracing the slick seam of your core.

He spread your arousal over your clit, the sensitive nub throbbing under his touch. "And all mine," he growled, his eyes flashing with a primal hunger as he pushed down his pants , his hard cock springing free.

You moaned as he positioned himself at your entrance, notching the tip of his shaft against your slick folds. "Yes," you hissed, digging your nails into his shoulders as you arched your back, ready for him.

Thomas thrust into you in one swift movement, filling you to the hilt. You cried out at the sudden invasion, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he buried himself inside you.

Thomas groaned as he felt you tighten around him, your walls clenching him like a vice.

"Fuck, Y/N," Thomas growled, his hips pistoning in and out of you in a punishing rhythm. He reached down between your bodies and found your swollen clit with his thumb. He pressed down on it, rubbing it in slow circles as he continued to thrust into you.

You moaned as he touched you, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.

Thomas was merciless, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, mingling with your gasps and moans.

Thomas reached down and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently as he powered into you. You whimpered at the feeling of his hand on your throat, your pussy clenching around his cock in response.

"You like that, don't you?" Thomas growled, his voice low and raw with desire. He had never taken you like this before, so possessively and it quickly became overwhelming for you.

The hand around your neck, the unyielding thrusts, and the sound of his hips slapping against yours. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain. But, before you knew it, your orgasm was already creeping up on you. With every circling motion of Thomas' thumb on your clit, you felt yourself getting close to the edge.

"Come for me, Y/N," Thomas rasped through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust into you at a relentless pace.

"I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Your breath hitched as the heat within you coiled tightly, ready to unravel at any moment. Your legs shook around Thomas' waist, trying to keep contact as he hit your sweetspot over and over again.

With one last, hard circle of Thomas' thumb on your clit, you cried out as you toppled over the edge. Your orgasm tore through your body like a freight train, leaving you panting and trembling in its wake.

Thomas groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, milking his cock as you came. He continued to piston in and out of you, chasing after his own release which came much faster than he had expected.

Pulling out of you quickly, he cupped your mound, his fingers massaging and teasing the sensitive folds of skin as he watched you come down from your orgasm while he stroked his cock.  He was so turned on by the sight of your pleasure that he couldn't help but take his own.

"Touch yourself, Y/N," he growled. "I want to watch you make yourself cum again, Love," he told you and so you did. 

Your fingers hovered above for a moment before brushing over the sensitive nub of your clit.  You gasped at the contact, your hips bucking as you felt yourself growing more and more aroused.

Thomas' eyes blazed with desire as he watched you touch yourself, his hand continuing to stroke his cock in long, languid movements. He groaned as he saw your pink flesh flush a deep red, your arousal unmistakable.

"Yes, just like that," Thomas rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Make yourself come again."

You whimpered at his words, your fingers moving faster over your clit as your pleasure mounted.

"Oh god, Thomas," you gasped, your legs shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Thomas groaned, his hand moving faster as he watched you touch yourself until, finally, he too came, hard and fast.

He grunted as he spilled his seed onto your stomach, the thick, white ropes of his release painting your skin in a primal display of possession.

You watched him, your chest heaving as you caught your breath, your pussy still clenching in aftershocks of pleasure. Thomas' eyes met yours, the dark desire in them sending another flush of heat through your body.

"Jealousy suits you , Tommy," you whispered, your fingers still stroking your sensitive clit.

Thomas chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your stomach flutter. "I'm not jealous, Y/N. But what's mine is mine and  I won't have anyone else touching it," Thomas growled, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip as you lay panting beneath him, his tone determined. 

"Nothing happened," you reassured him, your voice softer than a whisper. "It was just a small touch. It was inadvertent, innocent and it meant nothing."

Thomas nodded, but the tension in his shoulders didn't ease. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before pulling up his pants. 

"I can't help it, Y/N," Thomas admitted, his voice low and rough. "I need to know that you're mine.

Only mine," Thomas rasped, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. 

"I am," you whispered, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him weak at the knees. "I've always been yours, Tommy. Only yours," you repeated, emphasizing the words that seemed to drive him wild and, whilst you had boyfriends before him, none of these relationships really lasted.

One of the men you had been with before meeting Tommy was killed in a fire following your second date while the other had disappeared without a trace, as had your brother. Men seemed to always have abandened you until now.

Until Thomas Shelby. Thomas had been a constant force in your life. Never leaving, never giving up on you and always making sure that you were safe and secure. But as much as you belonged to him, he belonged to you too. 

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[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Joel Miller (Post-Outbreak)

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Joel Miller x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.6k Notable Tags: Post-Outbreak Joel, Life in Jackson, First Dates, First Kiss, First Date Nerves, Joel being a bit of a wreck, Cinema Date, References to Death, References to Tess, References to Sarah, References to Ellie, Slight Age Gap (Joel late 50s, reader mid 40s), Fluff in the snow (you'll see what I mean).

I ran a poll on my Twitter (@/this15theway) to decide which version of Joel I should write for, and post-outbreak Joel won! It was very close to being a 50/50 split though, so perhaps that tells me y’all also wouldn’t mind more pre-outbreak Joel. Watch this space…

Next up, Joel! Now, like Jack, I feel we need a bit of clarification here. Joel goes through some shit in his life, which undoubtably would change how he’d view valentine’s day. The man who lived before the outbreak is a far cry from who we see in the events of TLOU, twenty years after the world ended. As such, any traditions he used to have before the outbreak would likely be vastly different to life after.

So, how does Valentine's day look like for Mr. Miller in Jackson? Let's see, shall we?

Joel had never imagined he’d celebrate another valentines again. When the world ended, and Sarah died with it, for so long there wasn’t a single bright day in his life. The first five years of the outbreak went by in a bit of a blur, the rage and anger towards the world taking over and clouding his vision.

When the smoke eventually started to clear, dating was still not something Joel had thought about. He’d had the occasional hook-up here and there within the QZ, but nothing substantial. Not until Tess, anyway.

But with Tess dead, left behind as a sacrifice to get Joel on the road with Ellie, that loneliness had seeped back in. Travelling cross-country with a girl you consider your own kin, fighting off raiders and infected, hardly gave him much time to dwell on this state of being, though. It wasn’t until the two of them found safety in Jackson that Joel relaxed enough to think about it.

A year after settling into town, he met you. Jackson grew with each passing month, and slowly but surely the town was becoming the size of a small city. The commune still worked well though, but the expanse did make it so that it was no longer a small community where everyone knew everybody.

You’d arrived with a small group a couple of months ago, and had quickly settled in across town from Joel. Maria and Tommy had put you in charge of working in the stables, your experience with animals coming in handy in an area that relied so heavily on going out hunting on horseback and handling livestock. It was one afternoon where Joel was to accompany Tommy on patrol outside the gate, and in need of a horse, that he met you.

He’d been enamoured with you immediately, and almost to the point where it surprised him just how quickly you had seeped into his mind. The way you smiled, your laugh, and how gentle your demeanour was. Joel had plenty of experience with horses by now, having used one to travel most the way to Jackson from Boston, so he knew the kind of approach one had to have with animals. The fact it came naturally to you set off butterflies in his stomach for the first time in years.

Tommy had, of course, teased his older brother about this crush relentlessly. But deep down, he was happy to see Joel starting to open up. His brother had never been one to be overly emotional, but since the two of them reunited last year, he could tell there had been a huge shift in Joel. No longer did he show much emotion, preferring to just remain a hard outer shell that nobody seemed to be able to penetrate. Nobody except you, that was.

“Why not ask them out?” Tommy asked, “They’re single!”.

“Oh, and do what? It’s the end of the world, Tommy. People don’t…date. Do they?” he’d asked, drawing laughter from his younger brother.

“Joel, how the hell do you think Maria and I got it on?” he said, laughing to himself as the two brothers rode around the perimeter of Jackson. “You gotta drop this whole ‘end of the world’ narrative, Joel. Sure, life ain’t what it was, but you’ve been here a year now. Surely you can see that there can be some kind of normality?”.

He had a point. Jackson had established schools, libraries, shops, and salons, as well as the more “practical” industries like farming and rearing livestock. The town had set itself apart from most post-outbreak settlements in that it did actually function like a proper city. Communism or not, it certainly worked well.

“Alright, you might have a point,” Joel admitted.

“I know I do, brother. Come on, just ask them! I’m fairly sure they’re as smitten with you as you are with them,” Tommy teased, and Joel’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.

“So the word on the street says. ‘The word’ being that of Maria, so I’d say that’s pretty trustworthy,” he chuckled. “Promise you’ll ask them when we get back?”.

Joel sighed, but the more he thought about it the giddier he got. It was a feeling he was most unfamiliar with, but the fact he did feel it again was surely something he could take as being a promising sign. He always looked forward to your conversations, and each time he went he yearned for a reason to make them last longer.

“Alright, I promise,” he said. “But you gotta help me out. I haven’t dated in…fuck,” he laughed, “Twenty-five years!”.

The two brothers laughed with one another as they completed the last of their patrol, still chuckling as the gates opened for them both on their return.

“Brother, I think you need all the help you can get then! I tell you what, suggest this. The 14th is in two days – there were plans to show a film in the town hall that evening. Nothing too out there, and keeping it family friendly, but it would be a good ice breaker date?” he suggested.

Joel nodded as the two men headed towards the stables, trying his best to ignore the thudding feeling in his chest where his heart was almost trying to escape from nervousness. Any kind of date felt like a terrifying concept at the moment, but Tommy was right. It would be perfect.

“Alright, you got a deal,” he’d said, and the two of them dismounted the horses as they headed to the stables. Sucking in some air, Joel had prepared exactly what to say to you. Now he just had to do it…

Much to his surprise (and delight), you’d agreed to the date. But really, how could you have said no? You’d been carrying round your crush on the older of the Miller brother’s for a few weeks, but never had the chance to actually speak with him enough to broach the idea of a date. The day Tommy brought him over to the stable felt like all your Christmas’ came at once, and Joel was everything you hoped he would be. Quiet, and definitely reserved; but it was clear that under the hardened shell he built around himself was a kind, sweet man. You just hoped you’d see more of him.

Saying yes to this date was the easiest decision in the world. Now, on the night in question, you’d patiently waited outside the town hall for Joel to arrive. He’d been a little late, but with only so many films to continually have on show here in Jackson, it’s not like you were missing much.

You smiled wide as Joel headed over towards you, a slight skip in his step. He was bundled up in his signature thick brown jacket, the fastenings pulled across his broad chest to fight off the cold snap that had descended around Jackson lately. Snow lay on the ground, littering the streets and coating the tops of houses, and if you had to guess by the appearance of the clouds above there would surely be another downpour of it tonight.

“Hey,” Joel said, greeting you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye that mirrored your own. It warmed you deep inside to see a man usually so stoic and closed off actually appear happy – and it was made even more sweet by the fact that it was because of you he felt such a way.

“Hi,” you said, “You made it!”.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about bein’ a little late. Ellie needed my help with something before I headed out, and, well- I just can’t say no to that kid,” Joel said.

You chuckled, instinctively moving a little closer to Joel to link your arm around his. You’d seen how he was with Ellie, and had heard the stories of Joel with Sarah before the outbreak. Even though you never knew Sarah, and only really observed him acting parental towards Ellie from afar, it made you happy to see Joel settle into that role of being a parent again. The end of the world had taken so much from so many people – you found you didn’t have to know people intimately to still find comfort in others having some sense of normalcy back. You wished everyone had that chance.

“It’s alright, the film has only just started. Shall we?” you said, and Joel nodded. He reached over and covered your hand that sat on his arm with his, his woollen glove warming your bare fingers. Smiling back, you turned towards the door to the town hall and wandered inside.

The film was only about ten minutes in by the time you entered and sat down. The hall had filled up nicely for the evening, as it usually did on film nights. All the children who lived in Jackson sat up front, intently glued to the screen, and you chuckled to yourself as you remember being exactly the same way back when as a kid. Your parents always fussed about you getting ‘square eyes’ on account of sitting too close to the VCR TV in the lounge, which was always a strange concept to explain to the kids of Jackson. You often wondered what your parents would be most worried about in this modern world now. Often you were glad they didn’t live long enough to even experience the outbreak.

You and Joel snuck in towards the back where there were a few free seats. It was still a little chilly in the hall, in spite of how many people were present, so you opted to keep your coats on for the time being. You’d released your hold on Joel’s arm once you sat down, but the two of you kept your distance close to one another. The little taps of his knee against yours sent little butterflies through you and suddenly you felt like a teenager all over again, sneaking out at night to go watch a film with a guy your mother definitely didn’t approve of.

Throughout the whole time the two of you sat with one another you couldn’t fight the giddiness that surged through you – for so long you’d been alone, just as Joel had. Sure, you’d been surrounded by folk for years; there was always safety in numbers. But having someone to call your own, your partner, your lover…that was still an alien concept. Even if tonight came to nothing, it was nice that you’d taken a step towards living again.

About half an hour through, Joel began to get restless. He was enjoying himself, yes, but he had a newfound urge to sit and get to know you. Not something which could be so easily done during a film, where silence was required. It was a desire he hadn’t had with anyone for so long that he didn’t want to risk chickening out of this, so he opted to take advantage of this.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked lowly, whispering into your ear. You smiled up at him, nodding. You felt a warmth in the palm of your hand as Joel’s fingers softly interlocked with yours, tightening their grip slightly, and then leading you out the door of the hall.

Once outside, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. As much as you loved the film nights put on in the hall, a huge part of you wanted nothing more than to spend time with just Joel, and to get to know him. As you walked away from the hall, and the first few flakes of snow began to fall across the town, the two of you did just that.

He didn’t think he’d ever asked, or been asked, so many questions in his entire life. But he wasn’t complaining for a second – he hung on every word you said, learning everything there was to about you and your life; where you were born, what you did before the outbreak, and how you came to be here. He found he was also just as receptive to telling you anything you wanted to know, and was spilling his guts about everything as the two of you walked round the town, still hand in hand.

“I was really nervous about asking you out, you know,” Joel eventually admitted. “But you’ve been an absolute treat tonight, darlin’.”

“Nervous? How come?” you asked.

“Well, truth be told, my last proper date was several years before the outbreak began,” he chuckled, “So I’m a bit rusty now, more than two decades later,” he said. You shrugged.

“You don’t seem it, if that’s any consolation. Must just ooze charm naturally,” you teased, squeezing his hand softly. Joel chuckled at your joke, smiling wide.

“Yeah, I ain’t sure about that at all,” he said.

“Well, how about we test it?” you asked, boldly.

“Test it? How?” he said, his brow furrowed.

“Kiss me, Joel,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Joel’s eyes widened, but quickly he softened his expression and smiled at you. Turning to face you, he slipped his other hand to settle on your waist, and kept you close to him.

“Sure?” he asked. You nodded in response, wetting your lips slightly with your tongue as you waited for him to make a move. “Alright,” he drawled, chuckling under his breath, as he leant down.

His lips caught yours and he planted the softest kiss on them you’d ever experienced – not in a way that you didn’t know it was even happening, but rather it was so tender that you could be mistaken for thinking the two of you had already been lovers in a past life. It was like he already knew exactly how to kiss you, his lip gently sucking yours just before he parted from you, your heads still resting together.

“See? Not rusty at all,” you chuckled, a blush spread out on your cheeks, a warmth rushing through you.

“Hey, I never said my kissing was rusty, just my ability to go on a proper date with someone I like,” he said, blushing slightly with you, brushing his nose against yours.

“So you like me then?” you teased.

“Yeah, I do. And I know I ain’t all that much, darlin’. This evening hasn’t been much and, Hell, I’m nearing sixty,” he laughed, “But I really do like you. Been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, too. I’m really hoping we could…we could date,” he said. You nodded, smiling wide up at him.

“I’d like that, Joel. And your age doesn’t bother me, by the way. I’m hardly a spring chicken either,” you chuckled. “My spine enjoys reminding me that I’m in my mid-forties!”.

“Let’s fall apart together, then, at the end of the world,” Joel joked, smiling so wide his eyes creased when he laughed. You smiled at him, joining in with a giggle.

“That sounds like a plan to me”.

For more from this series, check out the Just A Date Masterlist! For more works from me, here's my main Masterlist! ❤

LadyBess xox

[lovecanbesostrange]

A quick list about what I loved about the Agatha All Along finale.

Agatha still isn't a good person. She's not completely evil either though. She looks out for number 1, herself. To protect herself she killed witches before and she's still willing to do it again. Which doesn't mean she is completely uncaring either. She has buttons that can be pushed, mostly the big one that says "Nicky" on it. And I love the way she is torn between "Billy reminds me of my son, but he also very much isn't my own".

Billy also has done shitty things. Much like his mother out of not having proper guidance. When he realizes that he created the road and thus caused suffering for others, his devastation is genuine. And he does lash out by trying to banish ghost!Agatha (honestly understandable reaction). But then he doesn't.

And these two form a most interesting pair for a mentorship!! I need more of that. I am not devastated about Agatha's death, since she is a ghost. Hilarious. Being dead doesn't stop her from being a character that can be easily used. And oh, what a death scene that was. Fantastic! Plus how she insists that it was not a sacrifice. Because she is not nice. Nobody ever dare say anything nice about Agatha Harkness!!

The true devastation are those scenes with Nicolas. Her son. The one who started singing a silly little tune and oops, they created the whole ballad together. FANTASTIC! I love everything about that and how Agatha uses it as a con, when the ballad spreads. A lie she can use. Wow. Epic. Agatha All Along!! She said the road was fake and she meant it. But also can we talk how the ballad did become a protection spell for a child by her mother? Best use ever and it hits harder now.

I do wish there had been a scene prior to Agatha being pregnant. To show her with Rio before. Agatha killer her own mother and her first coven and I'm sure that's when Death took note of her. A witch who kills her own coven, who sucks them dry and leaves bodies for her to collect. I think just a short scene from their first encounters would have helped. Also to explain why Rio feels such sympathy for Agatha that she doesn't take Nicolas right away at birth. ONLY FOR AGATHA TO SUFFER MORE BECAUSE KNOWING HIM WAS EVEN HARDER... more wow. It hurt so much. Rio was so gentle, and how she sends him back to kiss Agatha goodbye. Only for Agatha to find her dead son in her arms, unable to do or say anything. And all of that is WORSE. She said she would never forgive Rio and she kept that promise.

I do think it's a bit weird how easy it is that it comes down to "I will take one of you", even though Billy upset the natural order by taking over William's body. And then he did it for Tommy. Holy shit. The deal and natural balance felt a bit... well, not focused on enough. But just the way Billy comes to help Agatha and does give her some of his power, and she actually does stop herself -- these two! (Honestly I wish Agatha could learn about what went down in MoM. If there is one person who could appreciate massacring a bunch of wizard monks just to follow an insane plot to get some children back - it should be Agatha.)

JEN IS ALIVE! And she has her powers back. From Agatha. Fuck it, Agatha All Along, who knew.

Agatha still isn't good. She was an opportunistic witch and now she can be a cunty ghost mentor. The way she says that she is not ready to face her son, breaks my heart. Maybe it's also because she used their song to kill more witches and he didn't like that part all too much.

What a great trip. The big reveal hidden in plain sight. A very character focused emotional journey, yet some dangling threads to connect it to ge greater known Marvelverse, pushing the door open for Tommy (I'm glad they told us right away and nobody has to now make up theories how his soul was around and why didn't Wanda sense him at least). I think it would be fun if this has the greater effect of making the road real and that others can now walk this path (with all the dangers attached), but that doesn't matter and it's probably this isolated event. Jen survived the road and she found sisterhood along the way.

Oh, in that fight between Rio and Agatha, I like how Agatha tried to use the things she learned about protection and healing, also of course listening to Lilia's last warning. Oh Agatha, you would be better off with a coven, you know.

[abbyholmes]

I needed a couple of hours to sort through my thoughts about 7x04 - because I was busy screaming, crying, kicking my feet giggling - but now I just gotta say, before I dive into any details: I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY.

As a bisexual myself who realized she‘s always been bi at the ripe age of 30 and after already being very married to the very male love of her life (which wasn’t at all changed by the realization), seeing bi characters having their ‚oh‘ moment later in life than in their teens is SO VALIDATING.

I love how yes, there have always been hints and it makes sense for the character but they actually gave Buck the space to find out this new thing about himself. They showed an adult man figuring this important part of his identity out when he was ready for it. Without it being induced by trauma or relationship troubles. That is so so so meaningful and so so so beautiful at the same time. I legit CRIED LIKE A BABY watching Buck‘s face go ‚oh I see‘ after the kiss. He just landed in his body as the penny of truth dropped and he seemed so content it made me squeek. I love seeing our golden retriever carving his place out in the world and discovering how to fully embrace all of himself.

And I love he gets to do it with Tommy.

Yes, I am a buddie shipper and that hasn‘t changed. However, whichever way the show moves now, bi Buck means the world to me. And the way they are telling the story with Tommy in a gentle, realistic way, I hope we get more of that. Hell I even really like their vibe together. Tommy seems like he‘ll be okay holding the hand of a baby queer and help him dip his toe into the water. Wherever that leads, it was a genius decision to introduce him to Buck‘s story.

Now for the details:

This episode wasn‘t only beautiful, it was also hilarious. THE TOP GUN REFERENCE HAD ME HOLLERING. At that point I knew some queerness was gonna happen because you don’t make the queerest reference in movie history without reason. Also absolutely loved the sewer conversation (hooray for Ravi by the way, I missed that little dude) and the emotions Buck goes through during the conversation.

Buck‘s jealousy is as stupid as it is adorable and I have to say I did find Eddie the slightest bit unfair. He knows Buck has abandonment issues and still doesn‘t register that he might need some reassurance. Yes okay, I get he wanted a little payback for the Nathalia ‚she sees me‘ bs, but come on, Eds, cut the poor man some slack.

The acting in the episode? Chef‘s kiss. Oliver was amazing, but I don‘t see Lou getting enough credit. He already planted his visible interest in Buck in 7x03 nicely in that one tiny interaction at the end and he really delivered on the flirty banter in this episode. Oliver, meanwhile, has done such a great job at showing the gradual change in Buck and the nervousness and the curiosity and hopefulness it tugged on all of my heartstrings. Deserving of an Emmy-nom. Great Job, loved every second.

Maddy and Chim very also amazing in the ep, especially Chim clocking immediately why Buck really brought him to basketball. It‘s gonna be interesting to see their reaction to Buck‘s truth - if he‘s ready to share it yet.

The only thing that bugged me was that Athena‘s storyline felt very rushed. I liked the theme and I think it hinted at important conversations, but it resolved the conflict too fast and too easy - making said issues seem smaller than they are. I struggle to believe that they would let a POC kid off the hook that easily. I wish this was realistic, but I doubt it is.

Bachelor call was great, loved gossipy Josh (by god, I want more Josh, I love that goofball) and Chim going full fanboy.

Can‘t wait for next week and hope we get more Hen and Bobby there! I missed them this ep.

I am so excited to see where Buck‘s story arch will go next. I‘ll explode with happiness if it slowly drifts towards buddie, but I won’t be mad if it doesn‘t happen or if it does happen and the show takes its time to get there. A slow buildup for this would be chef‘s kiss and I have a lot of trust in ABC and the writers that this is how they will do it, if Buddie happens.

All in all: Favorite episode of all the series for me, worthy 100th episode, will watch a billion times, made me all warm and fuzzy and giggly.

[something-tofightfor]

Hey bestie! I love how you write for Pedro’s characters! Love how they really stick to their personalities!

What do you think are his characters (Joel, Javi P, Javi G and Frankie) reaction to a partner with physical touch as love language? Like when reader just touch their arms / hold their hands / give them hugs / run fingers through their hair / cuddles etc?

Hey, anon! Sorry this took so long to get to - I was figuring out the best way to answer it.

Under the cut because it got long, but this is a really good question - so thank you for asking.

I have opinions on all of the characters, but I'll stick to just the ones you mentioned for the sake of simplicity and so that I'm not just going on a tangent.

Joel Miller: I think that Joel would want the physical touch, but it would take some time for him to be comfortable with it. With the exception of Tess (and Tommy) the amount of times that he was touched with gentle intentions in the time post outbreak was probably extremely limited.

And even for someone that was extremely PT focused, they'd need to be patient with him and not push him before he was ready, because part of getting close to Joel is earning his trust, and he wouldn't trust anyone that doesn't respect his boundaries. He'd probably forgive someone that touched him, or went to touch - or hug - him early on because they aren't aware of the boundaries - but if they repeatedly did it, I don't think he'd be happy.

But once he's comfortable with someone, I think one of Joel's love languages is also physical touch. (I wrote this for JTGTBG Joel and Reader, but I think the Joel portion applies overall)

Javier P: Javi's another one that would take some time to warm up to someone that wanted to freely give affection. He's so used to keeping this - the "human" part - of himself concealed at work (at least on a physical level), that I think it carries over to his home life, too. Constantly touching and exploring makes me think of a close, personal relationship - which seems to be something he tries to avoid with the women that we've seen him with.

By season 2/3, he's a little more hands on when they aren't actively in bed - and that shows growth and his desire to be close - but I think it would take some time for him to be completely comfortable with it. Javi would need to initiate it until the relationship's a little more established, IMO, because I think otherwise it could scare him off, even unintentionally - because he doesn't want to admit that he craves that sort of connection even though he knows that while in Colombia, it's not a good idea to get that comfortable.

In bed, though, it's a different story, even from the beginning, and I think that a lot of touching would be encouraged, but there'd be a clear 'end' to when this was permissible by him, just to keep himself (and his emotions) safe.

Javi G: Javi G is a very hands-on person, and I think he'd be excited by someone that was the same. I think he speaks with his hands a lot, and he would be the one to touch you just to point you in the right direction, or to show you something, or to keep you close. He'd love curling up on a couch together in his library/theater to watch movies, or while traveling on a plane or train, and I really think he'd be the one to encourage it as much as possible, which would in turn encourage someone that wanted to be that way to do it more.

I don't think he'd have any issue with someone wanting to hold hands or touch him or kiss him often; I think he'd prefer it. Javi G doesn't seem like he'd respond well to someone being cold or distant with him, so I think he'd seek out a partner that could meet his capacity and tendencies for prolonged physical touch from almost the very beginning of the relationship.

Frankie: I am a firm believer in the fact that while I don't see Frankie as VERY insecure over himself and the way he is in a relationship, I think that there are some things that would (at least at the beginning) give him pause in having someone touch him.

For example, he's got a ton of gray in his hair and beard that wasn't there before, and he's worried that it makes him look old - or that someone running their fingers through his hair would see it and not like it.

He's in different physical shape than he was while enlisted, and while not unfit, he's gained some weight and softened around the belly - and is worried someone might not want that as much as they'd want someone built like Pope or Ironhead - or even Benny.

I think he's probably also a little worried about someone looking too closely at him - seeing the lines and wrinkles on his skin, seeing the wear on his hands, listening to the creaks and pops while he's moving or in bed or whatever .... and letting someone get close enough to touch him all the time would expose those things in a way that might concern him.

I'm not saying that he wouldn't want it or look for it, but I think that it would be surprising to him if this was someone's first inclination with him - just because he's very aware of how he's aging and changing.

But when he's comfortable with you - and figures out that you're acting that way with him because you want to and because you like all of these things about him, it's like a switch flips.

Cuddling on the couch or in bed. Hand holding in the car while one of you drives. Frankie leaning into your touch while you massage his scalp or scratch his back or stand next to each other. Him glowing when you lean over and kiss his cheek or his bicep or reach out and take his hand for absolutely no reason when you're with your friends or in public...

He's never going to tell you to stop - and that's good, because you'd never want to, especially with Frankie.

[chaotictarlos]

Two WIP WEDNESDAY sneak peaks for the price of one

Originally I was going to only do a Coda for 4 x 18, but I woke up with an itch in my brain and thoughts that would not stop. So here I am, writing two more coda's to finish out the season. I've put them under the cut as to not spoil anyone.

I've also not tagged anyone because I don't want anyone to get spoiled or upset.

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT.‼️‼️‼️‼️

4 x 17 Coda:

Carlos stares ahead at the wall, not seeing anything in front of him. He’s been sitting there for hours since they came home from the funeral. He doesn’t have the strength to do anything else. He barely notices TK sit beside him and take his hand firmly in his, squeezing it to provide comfort.

His father is dead. There is no comfort to be found.

There are still so many words left unsaid, things that Carlos knows he needs to say and now it’s too late. Issues that needed to be resolved, feelings that needed to be hashed out, and trauma that needed to be talked about. They were all words that always got stuck in his throat, and couldn’t get past the years of expectations of being a proper man and not coming off as “too soft”. Words that he’s never going to be able to tell his father now. The good and the bad, are still locked up inside of Carlos. He’s not sure if they’ll ever find their way out.

For so long, Carlos has tried to be someone that his father could be proud of and it wasn’t until recent years when TK came into his life that he was able to find out just how proud of him his father was. It wasn’t until after TK, that he heard his father tell him that he was proud of him. Those words Carlos cherished, had sought after them his entire life and now he wonders if he ever deserved to hear them. With the chasm of emotions and feelings that’s opened up inside of him, he doubts that his father should have been proud of him. There was just too much left unsaid that Carlos should have said, that he thought he would have more time to say which makes him doubt that his father would have continued to be proud of him.

He feels a tear roll down his cheek but doesn’t make a move to wipe it away. It’s not the first one he’s shed today and he knows it won’t be the last. He hasn’t been able to put a cap on his emotions the entire day. He’s been unsteady and shaky, each worried glance and look of pity that was tossed his way clawing at his heart until it was left feeling raw and open made sure of that. Even TK’s gentle touches and soft words felt to be too much, but he let TK try to comfort him for both their sakes. He couldn’t shut TK out, or at least he was trying not to. TK didn’t deserve to be shut out and pushed aside into the cold and left to watch Carlos fall apart --

“Talk to me,” TK says softly, pleading voice cutting through the thoughts that were clouding Carlos’ mind. Carlos turns his head and looks at the man he loves. The soft, wonderful man who had taken time off work - or was forced by Tommy he’s not sure which one it was, he’s sure TK told him but Carlos hadn’t heard him - to be by his side when he needed him the most. TK, who deserves so much that Carlos doesn’t feel like he can give him right now.

“We need to postpone the wedding,” Carlos says, surprising himself with the words as much as he surprises TK. The thought had been itching at the back of his mind but he hadn’t made plans to say it out loud. He hadn’t made plans to watch TK’s heart break in front of him and be covered up with a look of understanding.

“I know,” TK says softly and Carlos wishes he wouldn’t. He selfishly wishes TK would get mad and demand that they still put it on so that he could feel something other than the mind-numbing pain that’s consumed him.

4 x 18 Coda:

When TK wakes up, it’s to the sound of soft waves rolling in the distance a beautiful melody of them crashing up against the shore as a gentle breeze carries in the smell of the salty ocean. TK smiles, nuzzling his face against his pillow as he stretches out his body, legs lengthening and a satisfied sigh falling from his lips as he feels the soreness of the night before in his bones. He thinks about the memory, him and Carlos coming in late and throwing their luggage somewhere in the front room as they found their way to each other, hands finding hips and lips catching each other in a passionate kiss they had been holding back since they boarded the plane. They had stumbled into the bedroom, Carlos had flung open the door leading to the balcony - “We’re on our honeymoon, let’s sleep with it open so we can see the scenery” - and then tumbling into bed. Their first time making love as husbands was something else entirely - TK can’t describe how it felt.

The sunlight streaming through the half-haphazardly closed curtain feels nice and warm on his skin and brings his smile to a full force. Beside him, Carlos is sleeping sounding and TK couldn’t ask for a better morning. They’d had so many mornings where they had woken up separately or never went to bed to wake up together because of everything that’s been going on. They’d had such a rough and rocky road to the wedding - a road that TK wasn’t even sure would lead to this moment but now that they’re here he couldn’t be more grateful. He’s married to Carlos and Carlos is married to him, they can face all of the hurt and pain together as a unit. It’s what they do best - taking care of each other.

TK opens his eyes and rolls over, looking at Carlos’ sleeping form. His face is turned towards his, brow finally smoothed out and lips open slightly. TK chuckles softly, he looks so peaceful in his sleep. It’s a peace that Carlos hasn’t known in a few weeks and TK wishes that he could bottle it all up and give it to Carlos when he needs it. His husband carries the weight of the world on his shoulders sometimes. He reaches over and pushes the blanket down and dances his fingers over Carlos’ strong shoulders. TK scoots closer, pushing the blanket down further, and presses soft, ghost-like kisses over Carlos’ golden skin which seems to be even more brilliant and glowing in the morning light.

“Good morning,” Carlos says softly a few minutes later. His voice is rough with sleep - and probably a little rough because of how loud TK made him scream last night, the thought makes TK chuckle.

“Good morning Mr. Reyes-Strand, how are we this morning?” TK asks, nipping at Carlos’ shoulder before pressing another soft kiss over the spot. Carlos rolls under him, shifting their bodies until TK is laying on top of him. TK smiles down at his husband, waiting for his answer patiently.

[jovenshires]

~hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you~

either with Spencer/Tommy or just whichever pairing first comes to mind when you read this prompt!

Your writing style is so nice, I'll enjoy it no matter the pairing <3

aw thank you so much!!! <3 i am a spommy girlie til i die so here ya go. this became, unfortunately, a full-blown fic, so i put most of it under the cut and i published it to ao3 here! challenging myself to write from tommy's pov (i torture spencer agnew enough fr), pls enjoy <3 (ps the video i am referencing is this video right here!) send me a prompt & pairing!

Spencer Agnew must be a sadist. That's the only explanation for all this - the looming long hallway in front of him; the low, menacing music; the flickering lights. He can feel his hands shaking, his eyes darting around - he just prays to God Shayne doesn't notice.

But he's Shayne, so of course he notices. He gives him a comforting smile and says, "It'll be fine. Spencer's gonna walk you through the whole thing so you can get used to the scares and mark your exit."

Tommy glances at Spencer, who wiggles his eyebrows. He looks like he’s enjoying the whole ordeal, the sick bastard. Spencer, he knows, is a fan of haunted houses, but Tommy didn’t know he was also a fan of making Tommy’s life a living hell. Tommy just sighs and turns back to Shayne. "I just don't understand why I have to go through it while it's running. I mean, all I need to know is where my exit is, right?"

Kiana had run the joke by him before she'd put it in, and Tommy had agreed, though a little hesitantly. He's never been the biggest fan of haunted houses or anything, and he's not sure how good he's gonna be at scaring anyone. But Spencer helped Kiana make the damn thing, so when they came up with the premise, Tommy was the only logical option. Spencer even volunteered him, and then doubly volunteered to be the one to walk him through it. That is why Tommy blames Spencer for the probable cause of his early death in the middle of this stupid haunted house. Well, that and the fact that Spencer's grinning at him like the cat that ate the canary. Tommy thinks he has the right to be a little annoyed.

"Think of it like a dress rehearsal," Shayne is saying. "We get to see if it's actually scary, you get to know what's going to happen in advance. Look, you'll be totally fine; no one's gonna touch you, and Spencer will walk you through the whole thing." Shayne, probably the best guy Tommy's ever met, reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Promise."

Tommy takes a shaky breath but nods. He glances over his shoulder just in time to see Spencer give Shayne a thumbs up. With one last look between the two of them, Shayne puts on his black morph suit mask and takes off, ready to become part of the haunt. Tommy turns to Spencer, whose smile becomes more gentle without the presence of company. "You know I won't let anything happen to you, right?" he asks, and, weirdly, it sounds pretty sincere. Reassuring, comforting. Caring. Despite his surprise, Tommy nods again. Spencer smiles and, without another word, leads them into the maze.

He tries to follow at a distance. Keyword: tries. But within a minute, someone stands up and ambles towards them, limbs bent at awkward angles, face hidden behind a mask, and Tommy jumps and hides behind Spencer. Spencer laughs, and for a moment, Tommy thinks he's being laughed at - but Spencer just smiles at him again. The same gentle one as before. "Come on, I've got you," he says, and gestures toward the next section.

It should be noted that Spencer isn't well-known for his sincerity. In fact, he's actually pretty famous for a lack thereof. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable or talk about his emotions, or have emotions in the first place. He has a tough exterior that bristles each time you try to get past it. But strangely, Tommy feels warm and, even more strangely, he feels safe. Like Spencer really does have him. Maybe it should also be noted that Tommy doesn't really make a habit of being had. He values his independence and he's stubborn by nature; he's used to doing everything alone. But something about this - about Spencer's soft smile, about his own shaking hands - makes him want to try. So he follows Spencer forward.

They do take a moment to laugh at the cheesy light-up spiders on the wall, watch as their shadows block them out, as Tommy's hand reaches up to touch one. But Tommy's reprieve is short-lived, and not even a moment after, he jumps as someone - Alex, he thinks, but the Scream mask obscures his face from view - jumps out and tosses something at him. He screams, and although he can't seem to hear himself, he can feel it, the air pushing out of his chest and his mouth opening wide. His hand reaches for Spencer's arm on instinct. To his credit, Spencer just stands there and takes it. He's still smiling, but it looks fond, and he doesn't push away. He waits patiently. When Tommy stops to catch his breath, he bends down to pick up the note and holds it out to him.

"Thanks," Tommy murmurs. His embarrassment must be evident, in the red in his red face and the tremble in his voice. "And sorry. I'm acting so insane right now."

"Hey, you've got nothing to apologize for," Spencer says. Tommy has to stop thinking about how kind he's being before he drives himself even further insane.

Instead, he opens up the note. Turn around, it reads in bright red block letters, and Tommy takes a deep breath. "I don't wanna," he mutters.

The comment was more for himself than anything, but Spencer picks up on it. "Are you okay? You can tap out," he offers. But Tommy shakes his head.

"No, it's fine, it's fine." Sure, he's scared. But he's also here with Spencer. So it's kind of a win-lose situation.

He looks behind him to see the hallway light up, and honestly, he takes a moment to be very impressed with Kiana's handiwork. That was a great lighting queue. Then his eyes settle on Heidi and Erin, and all bets are off. First, he starts to laugh. Then, they start to run, and his laughter quickly turns to screaming.

"Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!" He turns again, an involuntary flinch, and positions himself so that he's facing Spencer.

After a moment, Spencer says, "It's okay, man, they're gone."

Tommy nods and stands up a little straighter, sighing. "Hey, can I ask you a favor?" Spencer nods, and Tommy's a little afraid he's gonna say some shit like ‘anything,’ and right now, he really can't handle that. So he continues: "When I inevitably die of a heart attack in here, just leave me behind. It'll be really embarrassing and I'd rather you didn't see it."

Spencer laughs and shakes his head. "Come on, you baby," he says, and Tommy definitely doesn't imagine him dropping the 'you' in that sentence, and he definitely doesn't immediately follow Spencer's lead without a second thought.

Tommy should just leave. He should quit, tell Spencer to do it himself, say he’s out and head home. But no matter how much he thinks it, he knows that he won’t. Because Tommy's problem is this: Spencer is a real pain in the ass. He's annoying, he never knows when he's taken a joke too far, his sense of humor is too deadpan, he's never had a functioning emotion in his life. By far, he’s one of the most agitating people Tommy knows.

But he also knows Tommy's coffee order. He doesn't drink, but he asks Tommy about bartending anyway. Tommy's pretty sure he's memorized Tommy's favorite movies and his birthday and everything else about him. He's pretty - he's got this unruly curly hair and those beautiful eyes. And a sweet, soft smile. And Tommy likes him, he likes spending time with him, and he wants him. Maybe more than he's ever wanted anybody.

So, yeah, he'd walk through hot coals if the guy asked him to. A little haunted house is nothing.

They wander past some other stupid decorations - a skeleton in Lisa's office and a scary mask hanging from the ceiling. Then, he spots it - 'Full Time Cast Only.' He laughs a little. "Thought you'd like it," Spencer says. He almost sounds... proud? Like he's glad his silly little joke made Tommy laugh, even though Tommy already knew the punchline.

"Yeah," Tommy says, "I think they're gonna like that one."

Spencer smiles and nods, saying, "I think Rachel's gonna come out in, like, a mask and drag you away. I told her to be gentle, so she shouldn't scare you or anything."

He doesn't stop talking, he continues, saying something about how Tommy should be sure to walk through the door last, but Tommy isn't listening. He's staring at Spencer. He told Rachel to be gentle. Granted, Tommy is pretty sure Rachel couldn't hurt a fly, but - Spencer was looking out for him. Some part of Tommy, a stubborn and prideful part, doesn't want to be handled with kid gloves. He doesn't need gentle or kind. He can handle himself just fine, and he knows, at the end of the day, that it's just Rachel in a mask. But another part - a more traitorous and dangerous part, that wants to run his fingers through Spencer’s hair and kiss the smile off of his face - really, really likes being had.

He's pretty sure he interrupts Spencer when he says: "Thank you."

Spencer seems thrown off, shutting his mouth and blinking. "What?"

"For. You know, the Rachel thing. Thanks."

There goes that smile again. Tommy is beginning to wonder if it's reserved just for him. "Of course." Tommy thinks again of when he was pretty sure Spencer would have said ‘anything.’ As if he'd do anything for Tommy. He feels something that strangely feels like happiness settle in his chest.

Tommy is ready to call this day a success - he got to spend some time with Spencer, he learned his mark for the shoot later, and he only got a little terrified. All in all, he’d call that a win. But just as he goes to walk back towards the bullpen, Spencer opens the door. "Shall we?"

Tommy looks from him to the open door and back again. "Aren’t we done? I’ve got my mark, right?"

It might be the lighting, or maybe his mind playing tricks on him, but Tommy thinks he sees disappointment briefly flicker across Spencer's face. "It's a dress rehearsal. Let's give 'em someone to scare." There's another long moment, where it’s clear that Tommy's unsure, and then Spencer leans in a little and says, "Come on. I won't let anything hurt you, promise."

(Tommy never said he wasn’t weak.)

Beyond the door are the bathrooms which, to be honest, Tommy has a hard time finding particularly scary. They're bathrooms. He once saw Erin put a Leonardo DiCaprio cutout in one of them. But the door to one of them is ajar, and he feels a tingle of curiosity and anxiety down his spine regardless. "Well?" Spencer whispers, and he does whisper, close to Tommy's ear, sending a tingle of something else entirely down his spine. "Go ahead."

And Tommy does. Hot coals, remember?

Luckily, there's nothing inside. Just a pitch-black room, the vague outlines of the toilet and sink emerging blearily in the darkness. Spencer snickers at Tommy's sigh of relief. "Shut up," Tommy mutters, though there’s no real heat behind it.

They make their way down to the other door - it's closed, but Tommy still expects the scare. He glances at Spencer, who shrugs.

BANG BANG BANG. Tommy jumps back, and Spencer shakes his head, opening the door. Shayne stands on the other side in his black morph suit. "Nothing to be scared of," Spencer promises. His voice is low and quiet, pitched just for Tommy to hear.

On another day with another person, Tommy would say something like, 'I know that, I'm not a kid.' He'd snap and huff and cross his arms. But here and now with Spencer, he just nods. He's not sure what that says about him.

Shayne takes down his mask. "Having fun?" he asks. He's grinning, his eyes dancing with delight. Tommy can tell he's enjoying hosting this almost as much as Spencer and Kiana enjoyed making it.

Tommy doesn't have the heart to say no. "Yeah, a blast, man," he says. It's not even a lie. Not really. Well, it's not far enough from the truth that he feels bad about it, anyway. Spencer snorts, though, and Tommy elbows him.

Shayne directs them through to the next room, the kitchen, where Garrett leers at them from behind his counter. Tommy can't help but roll his eyes. Much like the bathrooms, unfortunately, Garrett is something they just can’t make scary. "Hey, Gar, what's cooking?" he asks. He can’t help the monotone sarcasm, and he takes delight in how it makes Spencer laughs.

“Not much, Tommy,” Garrett replies. “Just making my next meal… Wanna eat? Or yeet?” To emphasize the word yeet, he holds up a rubber eyeball. It dangles in the air, looking, well - Tommy doesn’t know a nicer word for ‘lame,’ but he also doesn’t know a better one.

That’s when Tommy notices the other props in front of him. A rubber head, a particularly cheap-looking leg, and some other phony body parts are laid across the countertop. It’s almost too cheesy - Tommy can’t help but laugh. Spencer laughs again too, and soon, they both shaking and wheezing. They’re not really laughing at anything in particular - sure, the rubber hand looks really dumb poking out from Garrett’s crockpot. But in a broader sense, Tommy thinks it might just be that strange feeling of happiness bursting out of him. Because no matter how miserable this is - no matter how many stupid jump scares get to him, or how many times he embarrasses himself in front of all his coworkers - at least he's with Spencer. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else.

Tommy glances up to see Garrett's face pulled into a pout. He looks like a toddler; it doesn’t do him any favors in the scare department. "Guys, come on, I know I'm not that scary, but…"

He shakes his head and tries to stifle his giggles. "No, Garrett, it's not you, I swear." He glances down at the body again and bursts into more uncontrollable giggles. Spencer, for his part, is laughing so hard he’s nearly in tears.

“Oh, yeah? Well, what about this?” Garrett takes a meat cleaver from behind his back and slams it into a cutting board in front of him. It does take Tommy by surprise, but it only manages to turn his laugh into a hiccup, which then makes Spencer wheeze.

“Alright, alright, we’re out of here,” Spencer says. He puts a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and guides him forward, both sniffling in the aftermath of their laughter as they go.

“Sorry Garrett!” Tommy calls over his shoulder.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, bud,” Spencer adds.

They step out into the next part, a random section of the bullpen. They take a moment to compose themselves, wiping the tears from their eyes and catching their breaths. “Oh my God,” Spencer murmurs. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, finally standing up, recovering from how winded he was. “I just hope he gets some good scares in later. I feel a little bad for laughing.”

Spencer grins. “I’m proud of you, actually, you did really well in there. Even when he brought out the meat cleaver. Look at you, getting all brave all of the sudden.”

Tommy shrugs. “Maybe you make me a little brave.”

Spencer looks surprised by that. Tommy surprised himself, to be honest - he didn’t think he was going to say that. He’s not even sure what the implications of it are. But he does know that he means it. ‘I won’t let anything hurt you,’ Spencer had said, and for some reason, Tommy believed it.

There’s another moment of silence, then Tommy looks around. “So, where to next?” he asks.

Spencer doesn’t have the time to answer the question before the noise of a drill starts up, and Selina climbs from under her desk, shouting at them. After a quick shared look, Tommy and Spencer run past her, through to the next section. They also pass Rachel in a conference room, wielding a buzzing chainsaw, before bursting through another door. Tommy’s not sure what’s part of the maze and what’s not at this point, but Spencer seems to know where he’s going, and he’s pretty sure he’d follow him anywhere.

The door swings open and falls shut after they step through, and Tommy finds himself enveloped in darkness. There’s nothing in front of him, next to him, or behind him - only the pitch-black void of the studio. “Shit,” he says. “I can’t see anything.”

His eyes struggle to adjust to no avail. He’s fairly certain Spencer’s beside him, but only because he can hear him breathe. They are surrounded by nothingness, and for a moment, that initial fear returns. The creeping feeling of tension. The idea anyone could pop out at any time looming over him, but this time, he wouldn’t have Spencer to make him brave. He can’t even see him. Hell, at any moment, he might disappear and leave Tommy alone. Like he said, Spencer doesn’t know when the joke’s gone too far - and he wonders if leaving him here, alone, could be the beginning of a cruel joke.

Suddenly, though, Spencer speaks. “Here. Hold my hand.” He fumbles around in the darkness for a moment before his hand finds Tommy’s. It’s warm and rough and comforting as he interlaces their fingers. Tommy calms almost instantly. “I don’t want to lose track of you.”

Whether it’s the truth or a flimsy excuse, Tommy does not know nor care. What he does know is this: Spencer is here, and Tommy is okay. He’s fairly certain the two are connected, but he doesn’t care to examine how. Instead, he squeezes Spencer's hand and lets him pull him to the next section.

They shuffle forward, hand-in-hand now, towards the equipment room. Finally, the lights flicker on, and once again Tommy only has a moment to mentally commend Kiana for her work before his eyes adjust to the light and he notices Heidi and Erin. “Come play with us,” they say in unison.

“No thanks, we’re good,” Tommy calls out. “You guys are killing it, though, extremely fucking weird.” Spencer laughs again, a small thing, and tugs him forward by the hand. Tommy sees both Heidi and Erin’s eyes flick towards it, and he knows instantly how fast the rumors will spread. Fine - let them spread. He’s not sure how much he cares.

Once they move past them, he finally sees it: a tall, billowing hallway, made of what looks like trash bags. Two pillars stand on either side, covered in bloody handprints and lining the entryway. The lighting as they draw closer is even worse, and Tommy’s certain that the inside is going to be pure nightmare fuel. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me we’re going in there,” he says.

Spencer squeezes his hand. “It’s fine. I’m here with you, remember?” He wonders how he could possibly forget.

He follows Spencer as he pushes open the makeshift curtains and leads him in. Tommy takes a look around - the hallway stretches out a little, but otherwise, it looks fairly normal. That is, until he spots the door to the side of them. Hands pop out and rustle the curtain, showing them the way, and Tommy jumps again, his shoulder bumping into Spencer’s chest as he backs up. “You okay?” Spencer asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Tommy says, and pulls Spencer with him into the next room.

They both duck through the shelves of the prop room, Tommy’s back craining with the strain, and find themselves on the other side in a red-lit area. It’s littered with those fucking mannequins - Tommy hates these stupid things. Cassie dressed up as one for the hide and seek, and ever since, they’ve given him the creeps. Seems as if they’re just piled on the floor, though, and through his trepidation, Tommy almost breathes a sigh of relief. Almost.

The one on the bottom of the pile wails as it scrambles off of the ground. Tommy screams again, matching it in pitch, and instinctively turns into Spencer and pushes him back through the shelves. He uses the other hand not in Spencer’s to grab his shirt, and he tucks his face into Spencer’s neck.

The curtains close behind them, and he’s fairly certain he hears Cassie laughing on the other side. That’s right - it’s Cassie. It’s not some living mannequin, and he’s fine, and he’s here with Spencer - whose personal space he’s currently invading. He takes a deep breath, feeling the shake of it reverberate against Spencer’s skin, and pulls away. The look on Spencer’s face is an odd one, a mixture of what looks like shock and fear. He seems like he’s holding his breath, too. Tommy wonders if he’s crossed a line. “Sorry,” he murmurs. He feels himself smile nervously, and he glances towards Spencer’s mouth - slightly parted, pink and pretty even in the dim light of the hall. “Guess I’m not as brave as I thought, huh?”

Spencer kisses him.

He’s caught off guard, and so for a moment, he does nothing. He keeps his hands still, his breathing even, and every part of him freezes. Spencer pulls away and looks up at him. There’s a beat where neither of them say anything.

“Wait, I…” Tommy murmurs. But he has no idea what he’s going to say. What could he possibly say in this moment? So he simply chases Spencer’s mouth and kisses him back.

He does let go of Spencer’s hand then, because he gives into what he’s always wanted and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Spencer’s hair instead. It’s soft and easy to hold, and it gives him some purchase as Spencer walks him backwards into the shelves behind them. Tommy hits it with a thud, but he’s too focused on Spencer to care, because fuck, he’s finally kissing him, and Spencer tastes like lime, and his hands are raking all up and down Tommy’s back, and all his mind can give him is Spencer’s name, over and over, surrounded by a buzz of white noise and the crackling of electricity.

It’s no wonder neither of them hear it when the opening rustles, or when footsteps come towards them. “Hey, did you two bozos get lost, or-- Oh, Jesus Christ!”

They jump apart, but it’s far too late. Kiana’s look of disgust is something that will be imprinted in his mind forever. She looks between the two of them, and Tommy feels a rush of shame run through him. (Not regret though. Decidedly not regret.) “You two morons thought a good time for this was in the middle of workday surrounded by your coworkers? Really?”

Tommy’s face feels like it’s on fire. He doesn’t dare look at Spencer, but he imagines he’s the same. Kiana keeps looking between them, disappointment clear on her face. She turns on Spencer. “I mean, you, I expected this from. I thought you were gonna make a move, but in the middle of the damn thing?”

At that, Tommy does look over at him. He looks extremely embarrassed, keeping his eyes on his shoes. He was planning on making a move today? Did he bring Tommy in here with the intention of them making out in the middle of a haunted house like teenagers? That’s… sweet and cute are the only words coming to Tommy’s mind, though he bids them not to. Maybe, he reasons, Spencer Agnew is not a sadist. He’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to make a move like a normal person.

Kiana speaks again, breaking him from his train of thought: “But you?” He looks up, and she’s looking at him now, her arms crossed. “I thought you were better than this.”

Tommy winces. “Sorry, Kiana,” he mutters.

There’s a long moment of silence where she continues to look between them, then she shakes her head and sighs. “Get the hell off my set,” she says finally. “I don’t wanna see either of you until call time.” She holds open the curtain and points, and they both shuffle past awkwardly, feeling thoroughly reproached.

They retrace their steps in relative silence, as the maze bustles around them, preparing to reset until the shoot actually begins. Once they make it back to the bullpen, past the light-up spiders and where the piece of paper lays crumpled on the ground, Tommy comes to a stop. Spencer stops beside him, footing unsure, and when Tommy turns to face him, he looks like he’s about to say something. An apology, maybe, or a self-depricating joke. But Tommy won’t have that. Instead, he cuts in and says, “Call time for the shoot’s in a couple hours, right?”

Spencer looks confused. “Uh, yeah,” he says. “They’re doing a Try Not to Laugh and a Games video before then. Why?”

This time, Tommy reaches for Spencer’s hand. “I think we could find a way to kill the time,” Tommy says.

There goes that smile again. “Yeah, alright,” Spencer says.

Tommy smiles too, and they sneak off towards the parking lot. He makes a mental note to thank Kiana later, when she’s not pissed off at him anymore. After all, he’s a pretty big fan of haunted houses now.

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Okay so OBVIOUSLYYY we saw Nicky be born in episode 9 but REGARDLESS, still think it could have been interesting. I mean, generally speaking, I feel like Jen was sort of mishandled. Sasheer does an incredible job portraying her emotional journey but the thing about “Agatha being the one to take her power after all” felt very out of nowhere. I expected her to get more screentime in these episodes since she's the path ahead—to finally make up for her trial not quite feeling her own. It's still interesting how Agatha found a way to take her power WITHOUT killing her, because “what she was doing is important,” but I still think she was done a bit dirty. I expected a bit more Jen.

But then again, I also expected Agathario backstory on how they met, before the Nicky stuff. And I expected more romance than a “kiss of death” for the sake of saving Billy. Though I do feel like Agatha sacrificing herself for him to live is a natural development for her character. Her helping him to save Tommy and admitting he reminds him of Nicky was very sweet.

I did genuinely enjoy many parts of the two part finale. The acting, for one. I think they were all marvelous. Aubrey plays “crazy” well, very well. Kathryn is always amazing and expressive and just brilliant. Sasheer was wonderful in the little time she had, and Joe also did great this episode.

I did love seeing Alice again. And seeing Jen's reaction to Lilia staying behind—and her deep desire to save the other two. (I'm disappointed it didn't lead up to anything but I get why.)

And I also loved how in her battle with Rio, Agatha does three things: she uses the same protection spell as Alice, the same healing spell as Jen, and “hits the deck” as Lilia told her to do. I loved that she hated her "spirit" magic for not being able to—protect, (alice) heal, (jen) her son, or foresee (lilia) when death would come back to take him.

I loved all the Nicky stuff also. Feels like she was trying to buy him more time by killing witches, and the one day they didn't do it, he died. I do like ghost-agatha as a mentor to Billy, since it's a nice homage to the comics with her being a ghost mentor to Wanda. I liked the call-back to “coven two.” I liked the Road being Billy's creation, and the backstory we got on the ballad—the only real road being the one Agatha walked with her son—heart, who she buried. ("All roads lead to me") I loved Lorna Wu writing her version of the ballad to protect her daughter just as Agatha wrote hers with her son. And in it she planted all her gried for not being able to save him. I loved how Agatha preferred being feared and hated rather than pitied and understood, even to the last moment of her life. How she buried her vulnerability and let everyone think she sacrificed her son—her son, who she lived for. Because not being able to protect him, for her, was far worse than the former.

I loved Rio giving Agatha more time with her son. I loved it still not being enough. I love how she repeated, "i need more time," in the last trial. I loved how it wqs practically Nicky's choice to pass on, how he held death's hand in his—because he could no longer stand to watch his mother kill for survival. I loved Rio being gentle with Agatha and Nicky, Rio being unable to understand why Agatha didn't want her. Why she kept evading her, even after Rio bent the rules for her sake. I loved Nicky kissing Agatha's forehead twice—as if one was for him and the other for Rio, because Rio couldn't do it herself. Because Rio is Death—and nobody yearns for death, even as Death yearns for the living that she cannot touch.

I feel like we could have gotten a bit less Billy stuff and a bit more Agathario stuff, or we could have found out how Agatha got the Darkhold. But also—the story wasn't about that. The story was Maiden, Mother, Crone. And that referred to Agatha. Rio was an important part of her life, but sshe wasn't her life. Her life was her son, who she killed for—who just like Billy and Tommy, came from Scratch. He came from her love, and only that. Even as Death couldn't hold her, their love was so strong that no incantation or spell was needed. Just like how Billy and Tommy are the results of Wanda's love for Vision, even as she couldn't hold him or feel him anymore.

And I just can't be mad about it. Honestly, it's not like we got cheated out of the sapphic stuff. I would have liked more agathario just as much as the next person, but the show was unapologetically queer and Agatha never shied away from talking about how much of a lesbian she is and how Rio is her ex. I didn't watch the show only for their relationship, I watched it for the characters. I watched it because above all it's one (or multiple) hell of a character study (/studies, because Alice and Lilia were also handled brilliantly. rip queens.)

It feels like a lot of things were left underdeveloped for the sake of setting up Wiccan for the young avengers. Like, I am super worried the rest of the mcu will forget Jen, and also not give a shit about the rest of our dead witches. But as a standalone? I loved it, I genuinely really did.

Agatha, the spirit witch, is forever stuck haunting the narrative. (literally) And I surely can't be mad about that.

Random thought: Jen was a midwife, yes? And her and Agatha have a history of mutual dislike—but Agatha respected her for her craft so much as to spare her.

How devastating would it be if, maybe, just maybe, Jen had been the one to deliver Nicky? (I assume based on the canon that they technically didn't know each other yet, but just bare with me for a second. Both of them, if I'm not mistaken, are from Massachusetts—Salem and Boston respectively, so they probably met pretty early on regardless.)

Imagine Jen meeting Agatha just as that—a mother in labour, in need of help—and helping her so, healing her, and handing her newborn son to her, to hold for the first time. She didn't much like the woman—not only because she was obnoxious—but also because she would have heard tales of the witch-killer who murdered her own coven after breaking their rules. But at that moment, none of that mattered. She had a Hippocratic oath to keep. And since Jen didn't know Rio at all, she would have assumed that Agatha was alone in all of this.

Then one day she hears of the witch-killer again—learns that she “sacrificed her son for the darkhold... ” And that she “goes after the undeserving,“ stealing magic from witches with her terrible syphon power.

And so she runs into her again, and again, each time convinced it'd be the last—because Jen would never stop provoking her for sacrificing her baby boy. The 'one thing in her life that made her redeemable.' But Agatha spares her. She leaves her alone, because “what you were doing was important. Not this Kale Kare crap, your real job.”

And how many more layers does that line gain, if Jen delivered Nick? And how nicely does it tie in with her being the one to warn Billy about how “Agatha sacrificed her son for the Darkhold.”

[charliehoennam]

2 o’clock stubble

A/N: Filling a request made here by @the-real-cutie-slim-shady. The lines selected were “Jesus Christ. Just lemme shave it for you.” and “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! This is painful, so come help me, you dick!” (I modified the wording a lil bit but the context is very much the same still)              

Pairing: Tommy Riordan Conlon x reader

Word count: 1,432

Warnings: Mentions of PSTD caused by war, physical injury, adult language, fluff (tommy in formal marine dressing should be a trigger warning too, like could yall imagine? I would die omg but also this hasn’t been proofread because it’s almost 1 in da morning and i’m running on fumes) 

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Your eyes can’t stop drifting towards him. The sadness he’s trying his best to chain up in his darkest depths to refrain from release attracts your gaze like a magnet. 

You can tell he’s present, but he’s not really there. He wasn’t cut out of this environment. 

The warmly varnished wood detailing the courtroom, the finely stitched suits of dull colors and words he hadn’t used since college. 

Tommy was always a simple man. But there’s an emptiness to his eyes that makes you hurt; an emptiness that slowly sunk into his steely blue eyes after giving his testimony. They go vacant of emotions as he remembers and describes in detail the truth behind his post abandonment. 

It makes your heart shatter inside your chest; sharp remnants tear up through and settle themselves in your throat, leaving you to bite your lower lips as you struggle to fight back the tears. Tommy’s too proud for pity. He won’t accept any of it, especially from you.

The military bureaucracy had finally come to an end. Tommy’s punishment had been declared as ‘other than honorable’ discharge from the marines and monthly psych evaluations his PTSD required. He went through hell out there, watching his teammates die by the same people they were fighting beside. He lost his sanity in the fiery chaos of war; anyone with a decent mind would. For that, they took ‘pity’ on him. In truth, the military didn’t need a scandal leaking out to the press about the friendly fire committed.

It’s all so bittersweet. Tommy’s free to go, doesn’t have to serve any time but at what cost? He lost the people he trusted the most with his own life. How was he exactly at this point if he had to live with the horrors and screams lodged in the back of his mind?

As solemn as the ambient was, you muster up a smile to camouflage the true nature of your feelings. You were just as relieved as he was once it all over. He stalks over to you in his formal marine uniform, arm hung in a sling after its’ dislocation. A choose he forced onto his brother in the last round in the Sparta competition. He’s quiet and you won’t press him to speak. That’s the last thing he needs at this moment.

The drive is as silent as expected. With his eyes glued to the window and the passing scenery, it’s clear to see he’s far away even though he’s sitting beside you in the passenger seat. Part of you wishes you could have a small glimpse into his thoughts just to try and understand him better, understand what he needs and become more patient with his needs. But the thought of the weight that he carries with him, seeing how it could burden a man as strong as Tommy is quick to silence that part of you. After everything he endured from his father, the nomad life on the road bouncing from city to city with his mom, little stability as she fell ill and he remained helpless. Sure, he could probably bench-press a motorcycle, but it was the emotional strength that you admired so profoundly in him. And the fact that he could still find it in him to be the kindest and most gentle being in the world with you. Now, it was time for that kindness to be repaid.

As a few days went on by, he lightened up on his own time. Much patience and thoughtfulness from your behalf surely had something to do with it. It was nice to see him smile again. Just the sight of it filled you with the warmth of a thousand suns. However, there surely had a different source of impatience from his behalf.

The fucking shoulder.

It hindered him from one of his main anchors of sanity: training. He needed the constant movement to ground him; the physical release of rage and violence in the healthiest of ways. Without it, it was just constant annoyed mumbles and strings of curses. He was in pain and constantly frustrated by the limitation his shoulder enforced onto him. His reaction was only natural. Tommy was a leftie at mostly everything. Changes like these – no matter how temporary – were always challenging to adapt to.

You’re under the warm covers of your bed on a Sunday morning, relishing in the laziness you could indulge just once a week. As you naturally do, you turn on your side looking the muscular frame of your boyfriend. Instead, you find the sheets on his side cold to the touch. You sit up and look around through heavily half-lidded eyes. The light in the bathroom is the giveaway sign of his whereabouts. You move onto your feet and slide his sweatshirt on over your head. You wore very little on during the cold days. The warmth your bodies would share was greater than any pajama could provide. And sure, it was also slightly to entice him into more romantic late-night activities for two.

Coming up toward the light, you lean against the door frame and chuckle to yourself.

“Tommy, what the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m shaving ‘ere.”

“I can tell, but it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning. Can’t this wait for like another 8 or 9 hours?”

“Jesus, sweetheart. How much sleep do ya need?” To anyone else, his ‘Pittsburghese’ combined with the way his face is scrunched up trying to a specific spot under his chin would have thought he was mocking you or being mean. You know him too well enough to know his sense of humor.

“A lot to put with your stubborn ass. C’mon, babe. Let’s go to bed. It’s cold and I wanna cuddle. And who the fucks shaves at 2 in the morning huh? You got someone on the side I oughta know about?” you smirk, teasing him.

“No, I do not and I sure as hell don’t need one.”

“Then why are you in here cutting up your face?” you can’t help but giggle as you walk over to him, sitting atop the closed toilet seat.

“I got a meeting with these big time dudes tomorrow. Some agents that watched the fights and wanna sponsor me.”

You swear you could feel your heart drop instantly. And you know it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from you. You should speak or say anything, but you’re frozen with your eyes locked on him.

“Wow! Congratulations, sweetheart. That’s great, I’m proud of you.”

His tone is obviously sarcastic as he looks down at the sink, disappointed and slightly mad.

“I am proud of you, Tommy. Don’t put words in my mouth. I just… Watching you in the octagon was rough, babe. Just because I know you can take a punch doesn’t mean I think people should be swinging at ya.”

“I could handle myself. You know I can.”

“Yeah, I do. But it’s still hard to watch someone you love get slapped and punched around.”

“They gotta hit me first.” He mumbles under his breath, too stubborn to look at you. Moments like these remind you of how childish he can be.

“Look, if this is really what you wanna do, then I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.”

“I really wanna do this, babe. I need to be in the ring again. That’s where I’m meant to be.”

The lower tone in his voice exposes his sincerity. He really wants this because he knows it’ll provide a financially stable future for you both. Deep down, that’s all he wants to do. Just provide for the person he really cares about.

“Technically, you’re meant to be in bed cuddling with me.”

“Don’t be a smartass” he smirks chuckling as you stand back up.

“I thought it’s what you liked most about me.”

There’s that heart-melting smile again, aimed directly at you.

“It’s definitely high up on the list. You really good with this, Y/N?”

“I am. I support you no matter what you decide to do.” You nod locking your eyes in his to make sure your certainly gets across to him. “I will not support this butchered shave though, I’ll tell you that much” you snicker taking the razor from his hand

“Hey, it ain’t funny! This is painful, I’m hurting over here.”

“Christ. Just lemme shave it for you before you cut your lips off too.”

“Nah, I gotta keep those to kiss my sweetheart.” He smirks leaning down to seal the deal with a quick kiss.

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Eight

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Graphic Torture, Blood, Angst, Violence, Loss of Pregnancy, Smut

Words: 2,656

One week has passed since you miscarried and your life had changed quite significantly. You were sharing it with Tommy now and he was very different to Steven. To your surprise, he was gentle and caring and this wasn’t something you were expecting from a man in his position and with his standing.

You knew what he did and what he was involved in. The murders, the killing, the drug trafficking. You weren’t blind and business was always on his mind. In fact, his mind never rested. He couldn’t rest. There was too much to do and he still craved revenge.

Whilst you had never spoken about it again, the beatings and causing you to miscarry, you knew that he wanted to see Steven suffer for what he did to you. But, Steven was nowhere to be found until that very cold Sunday evening where everything changed with a phone call from Arthur.

‘Fucking got em Tom’ Arthur said through the phone and Tommy was quick to put on his jacket and coat, making his way through the door and to his silver Bentley.  

‘Where are you going Tommy?’ you asked surprised as you followed him through the door. He seemed to be in a mad rush.

‘I’ve got work to do Love. Don’t wait up, eh’ Tommy said, turning around briefly to give you a kiss.

‘Tommy, you promised’ you pouted, knowing that tonight was the night your abstinence and hunger for him was to come to end.

‘I will make it up to you, eh?’ Tommy said with a grin before you pulled him in for another kiss.

‘You will?’ you asked, biting your lip seductively. Whilst you were still bruised and hurt, you were desperate for him to take you. You loved being intimate with him.

‘Yes, I will, and you won’t be able to walk straight for fucking days, eh’ Tommy winked before getting into his car, causing you to laugh.

***

When Tommy arrived at the factory building where Arthur and Michael held Steven captive, the anger within him was building and so was his rage.

He knew what Steven had done to you and he knew what he had done to other women, including several working girls at establishments owned by the Shelby family while using an alias.

‘At last, we meet, eh’ Tommy said harshly as he sat down on a chair across from Steven who was bound to a pole with a with rope. A white piece of fabric was tied around his mouth to keep him quiet while he was sweating profusely.

‘It was fucking hard to find you. But now that you are here, your father can go free, get on with business or, more so, start over again because you fucked up, eh’ Tommy said as he removed the white fabric from Steven’s mouth.

‘I haven’t done anything to you. What the hell do you want from me?’ Steven asked, shivering and crying as he did. He was fearful and believed that Tommy was there to kill him.

‘I don’t want anything from scum like you. All I want is for you to pay for your fucking sins, eh’ Tommy growled, pulling Steven up on his shirt as he did.

‘If this is about this whore your brother saved, she fucking deserved it’ Steven then said, unable to hold back his emotion and, just as he did, Tommy pulled off his razor cap and slowly dragged it across Steven’s face, causing him to bleed profusely.

‘Listen to me you little fuck. I have made a deal with your father not to kill you but if you disrespect Y/N again, I will end you in the most painful way possible’ Tommy then said louder as Steven’s screams.

‘She cheated on me and I should have beaten her to death’ Steven growled in anger and pain.

‘He didn’t fucking listen to a word I said’ Tommy observed with a chuckle. ‘Did he fucking listen Arthur?’ he then asked, looking at Arthur.

‘No Tommy. He didn’t listen’ Arthur confirmed.

‘Pull him up, put him onto the table and start with what he did to his fiancée and the whores he visited at our establishments’ Tommy growled, handing one of his men a belt and they were quick to comply with Tommy’s request while Tommy watched.

‘She did fucking cheat on you, didn’t she, eh’ Tommy then said as the tenth stroke hit Steven’s back.

‘Because why would she be with someone like you...’ he went on to say as the twelfth stroke came down, causing Steven to cry in pain.

‘He is enjoying this too fucking much. Hit him harder’ Tommy then instructed before he continued on.

‘Now, I tell you a little secret Steven. The man she cheated on you with was me. Unlike you, I didn’t force her to do anything, treated her with respect and, if it wasn’t for you fucking animal, she would still be carrying my child. You killed my child and you can be grateful that I didn’t know that she was pregnant before she lost the baby, eh. Because if I would have known, you most certainly would die tonight’ Tommy then said, pulling on Steven’s cheek with anger as the 20th stroke hit him.

‘How does it fucking feel, eh? Being treated and abused like this’ Tommy growled when the final stroke came down on Steven’s back and he told his men that this was enough.

‘I am sorry please…please just stop’ Steven pleaded as tears were running down his face.

‘So that you can go back and rape more prostitutes, beat more women or take your anger out on anyone else who is not equal in size to you?’ Tommy asked.

‘I promise, I won’t hurt anyone…please just let me go’ Steven pleaded.

‘No, you won’t. I will make sure of that’ Tommy then said, pulling his face close as the blood from Steven’s cheek-stained Tommy’s clothes.

Then Tommy pulled Steven of the table and, whilst the blood from Steven’s back now also covered Tommy, he forced him to turn around and sit on the chair in the corner.

‘If you come near Y/N, or her family or any of my establishments, I will have you killed and I will also have your father and brothers killed. Do you understand?’ Tommy asked, causing Steven to nod.

‘Good’ he growled before turning around, facing his men.

‘Finish it’ he then ordered before lightening himself a cigarette and handing one of his men a hot piece of metal.

‘This will hurt’ Arthur then said as he followed Tommy to his car and, just as they left the building, they could hear the screams in the distance as Tommy’s men were branding Steven’s skin with the word ‘Rapist’ as a warning for any women who would cross his path.

‘See that the women in our establishments receive compensation for what he has done to them. Also, I am taking a break for two weeks. I trust you can handle matters without me, eh’ Tommy then said to Arthur, causing Arthur to nod.

‘A break? Arthur asked surprised.

‘I promised Y/N a holiday when this is over. And now it’s over’ Tommy then said.

***

It was at around midnight when you heard Tommy’s car pull up in front of the house and, whilst he told you not to stay up, you did and waited for him in the small reading room leading to his office.

‘You waited up, eh’ Tommy said somewhat surprised when he saw you wearing nothing but black and very seductive lingerie as he hung up his jacket and gun holster.

‘Tommy, are you alright? Your clothes are covered in blood’ you said with worry as you quickly walked over towards him.

‘Yes Love, it’s not my blood’ Tommy said, reassuring you before kissing you gently.

‘Then who’s blood is it?’ you asked almost unbothered by it.

‘Steven’s’ Tommy said carefully, leaving you speechless.

‘I wanted to kill him. But I didn’t. Yet, he got what deserved and he won’t be hurting anyone else’ Tommy then said, sighing as he did and, just like that, you crashed your lips onto his in haste.

There was something wrong but yet sexy about all of this, Tommy covered in blood, the man you loved seeking revenge on the man you hated with all your heart.

‘I need you to fuck me, right here and right now’ you said. Your crimson lips curled, taking on a sinful countenance as your ever hungry tongue slithered forth before whispering ‘I need you Tommy’.

‘My clothes are stained with blood Y/N, I should…’ Tommy said, holding back and, before he could finish his sentence, you responded.

‘I don’t care’ you said with urge and Tommy was quick to return your kiss.

You felt small as he towered over you but you drew up to your full height and boldly ran your hands over his chest.

You then stepped back just far enough to let your nimble fingers glide over Tommy’s tie and shirt, unbuttoning his vest and releasing the loose knot of his tie.

‘Fuck’ he simply growled and you watched his eyes crawl from your encased feet, up your stocking legs, to the clasp of the garter...following the garter straps up and noticing what the frame job was doing to your immaculately bare pussy.

You couldn't help but shiver as Tommy took in the sight of your mound. You could tell just how excited he was by your swollen glistening pussy lips and clit peeking out from under its protective hood. Tommy’s eyes only pulled away reluctantly, to continue the sight-seeing journey they started until your eyes met.

What you saw there made your heart skip a beat. Gone was the selfless man that saved you as he once again transformed into a predator ... and you were his prey.

The smile that your face sported grew with a devilish delight. Finally, the week of abstinence was coming to an end and you would get to experience the beast within Tommy again.

You had no time to react as Tommy stepped close, pushing you back against the wall with a resounding grunt, his hands moving to the lace barely covering your breasts and tugged the flimsy material down.

‘Tell me if I am hurting you, alright? Your back is still bruised’ Tommy said caringly and you nodded before pulling him closer again.

‘I need you to fuck me, Tommy. No holding back, please’ you demanded, causing Tommy to chuckle.

Your breasts were fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, your nipples extended and aching. Tommy used this moment to exert his prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until he heard a familiar moan.

His lips quickly and fiercely covered yours in a consuming kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, finding yours and battling with it. You knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep you as quiet as possible with the maids around but you couldn't help but return it with equal urgency and demand.

You felt one of Tommy’s hands release your aching nipple and slither down to your fiery pussy. His fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against your erect clit. You cried out, his mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as your hips bucked against his questing fingers. You ached for those same fingers to worm their way into your seeping hole and give you the slightest moment of relief, but no ... that was not his plan at all.

Your own hands were not still, as the nails of your left hand raked harshly against his shoulder, while your right hand found the buttons of his pants and tore at them. You needed this just as much as he did and were rewarded with little "pops" as the buttons released. You fished your hand behind Tommy’s briefs seeking what you had hoped was his throbbing cock and were again rewarded as your fingers wrapped around his steely member and began to stroke.

Tommy groaned and broke the kiss, panting heavily, nostrils flaring and you saw the darkness in his eyes deepening. His fingers still danced between your thighs and your own hand continued to stroke his hot cock all the while you dared to whisper, ‘I need you inside me Tommy, please’

With each word spilling from your lips, you squeezed his cock in exclamation. There was no doubting your words or purpose.

Tommy needed no other prompting as he pulled his hands from your needy body and worked his pants and boxers down just past his ass, his beautiful cock sprang into full view now, swollen,

Some pre-cum was glistening at the deep red tip and though you longed to tongue bathe that precious organ, Tommy again decided the outcome of this particular adventure.

His hands cupped your ass, lifting you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back hard against the wall, your left-hand clutching at him while your right was positioning his cock at your seeping hole. Tommy’s eyes never left yours as he thrusted forward, burying his cock easily into your lava-like cavern.

‘Oh god yes, fuck Tommy’ you moaned before you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down, wanting so badly to cry out in pure pleasure as Tommy quite literally took you. Each thrust was more powerful than the last and you knew that you would most definitely be sore in the morning.

Tommy’s fingers curled painfully into the flesh of your ass, holding you tightly as he roughly drove his member into your spasming pussy. It didn't surprise you when you felt the index fingers of his hands work their way to your wicked hole and pry before pushing them inside the sinful star.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as you bit down harder on your lip, tasting blood but managing to squelch the whorish moan that threatened to burst forth.

Tommy worked his fingers in deeper and though you tried, you couldn't gain enough purchase to meet his pounding thrusts. Tommy pulled back just far enough that his swollen tip rubbed the hidden bundle of nerves within you and sent you flying over the edge.

He saw how your eyes widened, how your own nostrils flared and knew you were about to cum. His mouth covered yours possessively again, drinking in the scream of utter bliss and complete orgasmic delight. Your pussy rippled down Tommy’s length, pulling his own release from him.

Your hand left his shoulder and found Tommy’s head, pulling his mouth tightly to yours. It was your turn to devour his guttural growl and devour you did. You drank his pleasure down as his cock spit his precious seed deep into your mound, painting you.

It all happened so fast with an urgency born of intense need. As Tommy’s cock slipped free, he looked into your eyes.

‘Fuck’ Tommy huffed, letting go of you slowly before kissing you again passionately.

‘I missed this Tommy’ you said just before Tommy pulled up his pants and lifted you up.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked as Tommy carried you upstairs.

‘The bathtub for round two, then the bed for round three and I haven’t decided where we will take round four yet, maybe my office…’ Tommy smirked and your eyes widened in disbelieve.

‘I told you, you won’t be walking straight for days, eh’ he then grinned, causing you to giggle.

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[nat111love]

It is interesting how Thomas react to the different "love interests" as compared to Grace.

With May or Lizzie, he didn't act affectionate or gentle, no words of affection even the s3x part is based on lust or Tommys need to let it out.

With Grace, he was so gentle with her acted so lovey dovey was so damn affectionate with her. He always wanted to impress Grace but with other he did not give a crap about it 💖

It is funny how some fans claim that Tommy was not in love with Grace at all and in love with Lizzie all along. I still did not receive a single valid answer to how fans think it is love if dear Tommy looked dead in the marriage with lizzie, treated her like shit cheated on her .

Side note: Grace look so beautiful in her green dress (S2) and with white and pink dress (S2), the light brown coat with the light purple and headband (S3) and the simple yet elegant blouses in S1 ....im so bias HAHAHAHA its clear that Tommy was HEAD over heels for her (why wouldn't he??)

Did you notice how the other "love interest" tends to be more darker themes clothes while Grace wears lighter tone clothes? What do you think of this? And Why do you think thomas only has vision of Grace when she is in S1? Apologies for asking too many questions in fashion i think that in PB everything is placed and arranged for a reason from the colour to the words.

Heyyyy nonnie !!! I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO ANSWER.( I had this in my drafts but couldn't post sooner because life got in the way).

I think tommy’s “fondness” for lizzie and may stemmed from what he could gain from being in a relationship with them, convenience, control, loyalty, power, money...  with grace it was different, his heart was involved. Tommy wanted to be with grace and wanted their relationship to work . That’s why he tried to convince her to stay after she informed him she wouldn’t be there when he’d come back from the races .

He wanted grace to stay. But he also thought what he was offering to that beautiful and incredibly smart woman who breathed life and class wasn’t enough, that she didn’t belong in a shit hole called small heath, and that  being a peaky blinder’s “wife” wasn’t enough for a woman of her “social standing”. That’s that train of thoughts that led to him outright telling her, he knew she wasn’t born to be with a man like him. But he was turning things around.

What tommy loved first and foremost wasn’t money, sex, loyalty power, but grace. He loved GRACE, that’s why he was always trying to impress her. why his main goal was to make her happy, be the man she thought he could be and the man he thought she deserved. 

Because he was emotionally connected to her, tommy lavished more attention on her than he did on lizzie and may, he showered her with kisses, love, affectionate gestures and was the sweetest he could be with her.

 You mentioned an interesting fact nonnie, and I want to mention another one here . We saw lizzie and may trying to “win” tommy’s affection and convince him that they could be happy together  [ In season 4 during her pregnancy announcement, we saw lizzie trying to emotionally connect with tommy and sell him a possible happy relationship between them . And in 2X05 we saw may letting tommy know that she had feelings for him , asking him to let grace go, and literally telling him she would will win him while he was trying to breakup with her .] but the only woman we saw him trying to win over was grace.

The peaky blinders costumers used  colors to hint at crucial character traits,  emotions, expectations and to mostly help symbolize what tommy saw when he looked at his “partners”, his feelings, thoughts and desire at key moment in his development.

 Throughout all of peaky blinders season 1 grace often wore white because she represented tommy’s happiness, peace for his agonizing mind... hope for him in a cruel, hard, bleak, violent environment, a way out of his loneliness, a promise for a better future...basically she [represented] was his salvation....  

Yes, white symbolize elegance, but it also symbolize peace, innocence and delicacy. And grace was definitely none of these 3 things in season 1, we saw that woman kill 3 irish men... she was angry, had an unhealthy obsession with revenge and was struggling with her demons just like tommy was struggling with his...You know what else is associated with the color white ?! Peace, hope, elegance, innocence, salvation, perfection , and grace represented all these things FOR TOMMY.   

Did you notice how the other "love interest" tends to be more darker themes clothes while Grace wears lighter tone clothes? What do you think of this?

Honestly, I’ve never really thought about the stories behind may and lizzie’ “themes clothes”, or their clothes colors meanings nonnie.  The only time I thought it was fitting to draw a contrast between grace and tommy’s “other love interest” was during grace and may’ conversation ( because of  that who will tommy choose cliffhanger). 

In that scene may was wearing a red “dress”, symbolic for desire, lust, love, excitement , passion( a short lived feeling). That color  is also associated with  power, strength ( *cough, cough* business);

 And grace was wearing a pink and white outfit, colors associated with love, happiness, hope... The color pink , is thought to be a calming and relaxing color, It has a deeply joyful vibe to it. Like being “home”, a familiar friendly place where there are no worries, you are never lonely and you have everything in life that you ever wanted...

Their outfits colors are at odds and can reflect what they both were expecting from tommy, can serve as a visual indicator for what tommy saw when he looked at them , what they represented for him, and can also hint at tommy’s dilemma, LOVE or BUSINESS.

And Why do you think thomas only has vision of Grace when she is in S1?

I think he sees her in her season 1 outfits because of what that “version” of grace represents, hope, happiness... steven knight used that  “version” of grace to show the very difficult paradoxical situation tommy was in...grace/ her presence used to symbolize tommy’s happiness, salvation, hope etc but after her death it symbolizes his agony,his PTSD, loneliness, and serves as a visual indicator for tommy haunted and tormented mind.

 I loved this ask nonnie!!! we're all here to share our perspectives, so don't apologize.

Thanks for the ask

[hom3land3r]

For the most part, Homelander had kept his distance and gave both boys their space, letting them properly settle in. He didn’t want to seem pushy, and was approaching all of this delicately.

Though when he heard Ryan leave, he gave it a little bit before following. He’d changed back into his costume and slowly, calmly approached where Ryan was sitting in the tall grass. Homelander swept up his cape before sitting down next to him, sitting up as his legs lay straight out in front of him.

He let Ryan speak, let him say what he wanted to say while also taking in the lovely colours of the sky. It was quiet, peaceful, with a gentle but cool breeze in the air.

“To show that I meant what I said. That I’d love to be a part of your life, and you a part of mine. There’s no hidden agenda, no plan. Just a father that wants to spend time with his son, that’s all.” Homelander explained softly, glancing down.

“I thought it would make you more relaxed to have Tommy here, rather than it just being you and me. Especially if we’re training. It’ll be difficult and frustrating. Tommy will hopefully be an emotional support for you, since…since I can’t be.” The Supe admitted. “As for why I’m serious, you’ve made it clear you don’t want the Supe lifestyle. And I don’t trust Vought, not anymore. The only person I told was James so he wouldn’t worry. I even asked him to spin some bullshit story to Ashley.” He said with a wave of a hand.

“I’d do my best to keep you out of the spotlight, because it’s not what you want. That and even I need a break from PR and reporters every once in a while.” He snickered.

@thebutchercampbelltriplets

It's been a few years since Ryan has left Homelander's side. Close to a decade, actually. The lad has just turned 18. Ryan sighs happily as he cleans off a table at his summer job, taking his time placing the dishes in the tub. He enjoys the tedious task. And although he could do it in seconds due to his superspeed, he doesn't use his powers. He goes about his work as if he was just another human.

The door to the cafe chimes and Ryan turns to look, wiping his hands on his waist apron.

"Hello! Welcome in! How can I-" Ryan stops in horror once he sees who has walked in.

-thebutchercampbelltriplets (As Ryan)

Despite Ryan making it clear he didn’t want to see him all those years ago, Homelander still kept an eye on him. How couldn’t he? He was family, he was his blood. Despite the fact that Ryan had moved on, Homelander hadn’t. He had wanted to desperately try and connect with his son, try and prove that he could be a good father. And so, he decided to wait until Ryan was older, perhaps old enough to understand better.

He’d been watching Ryan work, confused as to why he wanted to live a normal, human life when he was capable of so much more. It was something Homelander just couldn’t comprehend. Ryan deserved a far better life than what he had right now. He just hoped he’d give his father a chance to show him that.

As the blonde Supe entered the cafe, his gaze was locked on Ryan. He was all grown up, but still just that little boy to him. He gave a soft smile and held a gloved hand up. “Hey, son. It’s…been a while, huh?” He said as he slowly headed further inside the cafe.

@thebutchercampbelltriplets

[torikengel]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 14)

“Tommy… You will be fine from now on; everything is going to be just fine,” you comforted him in a gentle tone as you caressed him. You spent a few minutes in a tight embrace that you wish would last forever, but you heard Luda calling you from the stairs.

“Darlin’, can you please open the door? My hands are full!” she said. You rushed to the door as you didn’t want to keep her waiting. She was already there as you opened it.

 “Let me help you, Luda Mae,” you insisted and took one plate from her.

“I need to go check on Charlie. My boy is restless since the incident,” she exhaled with a worry in her voice.

“Sure, I can handle it from here,” you smiled at her, “Thank you.”

She nodded and disappeared down the stairs. You could only imagine what was going on with Hoyt. His regular self was a nightmare, but now? Now it’s gonna be hell. His thoughts about being discovered will eat him alive, and he will get out his frustration on everyone around him.

You fed Thomas, as you didn’t want him to move all that much. He was still hurting a lot, and his whole body was sore. When you both finished your meal, you put the dishes aside on a nightstand and caressed Thomas’s hair. He looked at you with a tired expression on his face.

“Oh Tommy… you need to be more careful… what would I do without you.” you sniffled as it pained you to see him like this. Also, what would happen to you if Thomas… well, wasn’t there. That would be a death sentence for sure. Despite having feelings for Thomas, the thoughts about you being kidnapped were creeping into your mind now and then, even if you tried to disperse them.

Thomas weakly smiled at your words but then turned away and stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep. Your words resonated in his head. He knew exactly what would happen to you if he was gone. No matter how hard you tried to get on Hoyt’s good side, without Thomas, there was no benefit in having you, other than being another mouth to feed, and letting you go was simply out of the picture.

You started humming a peaceful melody to ease Thomas’ mind. It helped, as his dark thoughts were exchanged by your beautiful face in the sun. He dreamed about that day he took you for a walk into the fields…

When you were sure he was asleep, you stopped humming and started thinking about the current situation. Who did the guys call? What did they manage to tell them? Do they know your location? Are police going to get involved? All these questions plagued your mind. You looked at Thomas. He seemed so sweet and innocent in his sleep… you’ve come this far. You did all those unspeakable things… because of him- no, for him. There was no turning back, was there?

 You were battling with your logic. As quietly as possible, you stood up and looked around the room. The cuff that was holding you here before was on the floor next to the bed. You crouched down and examined it with your hands. As you got all teary-eyed, you noticed your diary under the bed. Right, you threw it there a couple of days ago. You thought about writing something down to get your emotions under control, but the empty pages were destroyed as you stabbed them with a pen last time after you finished writing. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to write something terrible about Thomas… You read stuff from before when you were still at home when everything was different. Nostalgic feelings overwhelmed you.

 You were hurting. There were times you could at least try to escape, but you never took the chance. Now it was time to decide what you were going to do with your life. If anyone comes here…

You sat on the floor and thought about the current situation. Things looked dire. But now, it was time to take matters into your own hands. You crept outside the room and tried to listen for any voices. It was quiet. You heard snoring from somewhere, and after inspecting it closer, you realized it was Monty. That makes two people still possibly awake. If you met Luda, you could just say you needed to drink or something… if it was Hoyt, well… Just don’t act suspicious, you thought to yourself and tiptoed down the stairs. It was dark, and Luda was nowhere to be seen. You squinted to see better. There was a particular object you were after. After looking around for a bit, you located the phone on the floor where Hoyt last threw it.

“Yes!” you whispered to yourself, excited that Hoyt forgot about the phone and that it had some battery left. Now you had no time to waste; you hurried upstairs and closed yourself in the bathroom to make sure you had some level of privacy.

After a few deep breaths, you finally gained the courage to do it. You checked the last numbers called. There were two from the night they died. One button… the beeps gave you goosebumps as you awaited someone to pick up the phone.

 “Hello? Mason?” you heard after a few seconds of waiting.

 “Who’s there?” you replied with a shaky voice.

“Mason’s sister, who are you? Why do you have his phone? Is he okay?” she was visibly scared for her brother; it made you curious.

“I met Mason on his way, we hooked up, and he forgot his phone here…” you tried making your lie as convincing as possible. “You sound worried. Are you okay?”

“WHAT?” she said in disbelief.

“Maybe you can call his friends to come back for the phone?” you ignored her distressed tone.

“That’s fucking unbelievable, so he made up that story about a mutated maniac to cover up for his cheating, huh? He called his fiancé and told her the same bullshit story! We were so worried and called the cops…” she shouted into the phone.

“Well, I don’t know anything about that happening. We spent the whole night together, and he left after I made him breakfast. I just noticed the phone was in bed when I was preparing to sleep,” you said in a surprised tone.

“Thanks for calling, I guess; I have to go deal with the cops searching for a fictional killer…” she abruptly ended the call. You exhaled and smiled… you did it! You protected Thomas, and it involved no killing.

 Your smile didn’t last long as the door swung open, and Hoyt was standing there with a shotgun aimed at your head.

“I knew it!” he licked his lips. “You just whore yerself out for Thomas to stay alive, but that ends here.”

You completely froze and lost any ability to speak for yourself. He was closer and closer; you could feel his breath on your neck. “But I’ll have some fun first.” He whispered into your ear while pressing the shotgun against your abdomen.

a/n: *suspense* You are pretty brave tho! Also don’t worry, it won’t be a year until next part. I’d say just a day or two.

[dodo-begone]

It's the Cat's Life for Me

Pairing: Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader, Purpled x Reader

Request: Can I have your take on the yandere boys (purpled, ranboo, tommy, and tubbo) with a cat hybrid reader? Don't overwork yourself and remember self care! <3

Word count: 1.6k words

A/n: This all platonic, nothing romantic. Also oops i didn't make it yandere- misread it.

Ranboo

He’d definitely be excited to meet you, especially since you’re a hybrid. He’s an enderman hybrid and you are? Oh a cat hybrid! That’s really cool! You two should hang out a few times- it’ll be great.

When he realizes and puts the pieces together, he gets ultra excited. Most cats don’t like water, right? So does that mean you don’t like water or- oh you definitely don’t like water! Or water in that way. Maybe water period- you know what he shouldn’t and won’t try that again.

Now you two playfully threaten each other with water. You, at least, would have a squirt bottle at the reader for whenever the moment is right. Ranboo does the same. Think old wild west style shoot off. That’s what happens.

There has to be loads of cuddle sessions with purring. Specifically to calm one of you down. Or both of you. Doesn’t matter, works all the same.

I don’t care what Mojang said; endermen can and will be fluffy.>:( They have to be. So you just pet each other to help calm down. Either be pet or pet, that is the question. Honestly it’s a “whatever you think works best for you bud” thing.

So I already mentioned how you helped with his anxiety. But I want to go slightly more in depth with it. Anytime he seems like he’s panicking, and you get his permission, you just flop on him and purr up a storm. The combination of weight, sound, heat and feeling is very comforting to him. You’re like a living weighted blanket!

Also you totally nap on him during this time, making it impossible for him to stand up and do anything. Just designated chill time.

When this man enderwalks, it’s a whole cute show. Just an enderman hybrid, slightly hunched and walking around the server, muttering stuff in a different language. Then you got that cat hybrid that’s following him and occasionally rubbing against him. Especially if they think he’s about to get into trouble.

Sometime he’ll just pick you up and carry you around with him. It’s the equivalent of a child picking up the family cat and walking around with it. He isn’t properly holding you so you do that cat slinky thing where they just elongate like a slinky. You aren’t pleased but you can’t get out of his grasp.

Tommy

Okay kinda following the headcannon that Tommy has wings here. But when he finds out you’re a cat hybrid? Oh man this is so cool! What cat things can you do? Do you know? Want to find out? Want to commit science with him?

He will drop you from great heights and free fall with you. It’s a fun activity only the two of you can enjoy together.

Before you hit the ground, he’ll do his best to grab you and land. Other times aren’t that fortunate so you just land on the ground yourself. Mostly on your feet but there were a few times Tommy messed you your angle. He’ll always make sure you’re okay by the end.

Like any bird, he will love to annoy you. There is no safe place. Look away or don’t pay attention when he’s talking? Grab and gentle yoink the tail. Loves to just attack your tail when you’re relaxed or least expect it.

Once he realizes what effect catnip has on you, it’s game over. He can get you to do whatever he wants! After you play, rub, eat and sniff the catnip. And if he can get and keep your attention. Maybe this was a mistake…

Will absolutely get you cat toys. You don’t enjoy them, yet you do. It’s Tommy’s way of patronizing you but they’re also so fun. Man what a conundrum....

His favorite toy to get you is a laser pointer. Easy entertainment for everyone! Plus it’s his secret weapon. Admittedly his newest. It was something he should’ve realized ages ago. But now? Oh it’s his new best friend- besides you of course.

Losing an argument? Pull out the laser pointer? Wanting you to do something because he’s too lazy? Point that little red dot at a point where you pouncing on it gets his job done.

Play fighting is a very common occurrence between the two of you. Happens right out of the blue. You two could literally be chilling on a hill and then you two are wrestling aggressively on the ground.

Tommy also tries to spook you. Is it effective? Sometimes. Usually not. But when he’s able to get you to jump and just bolt away screaming? Man those are the best reactions! You jump so high too!

Tubbo

Aw man, here comes another fuzzy duo!! You two can easily chill out with each other. It’s incredible. You both calm down together. And just chit chat so much. Emotional support friend? Sure.

You’re so good with Micheal too. Micheal just wants to pet you so much. Big cat? But also human? Good friend? Cool friend? Soft and fuzzy friend!! You’re like a giant talking cat to him, for lack of a better description. You can do human stuff. You just got some animal features.

Another duo that will just cuddle. Bring in Ranboo and Micheal while you’re at it. Make it a family cuddle session!! The little group will see two people cuddling and go “I must join”.

I feel he has an area to grow plants in Snowchester. He just has to. So you know what that means? He’ll grow you stuff! Load of cat grass and some catnip along with other greenery that you like to much on. He makes sure they aren���t poisonous to cats- wait how much of that will apply to you? Do you know?

Okay so you two play fight, but much less aggressively than you and Tommy would. You two also include Micheal. Very gentle play fighting then. Like ultra.

You two fight with what your instincts are telling you. Mostly acting out on the funny animal behaviors that’ll make Micheal laugh or just to have fun with it.

He will get you so many soft things. Just so much. Soft blankets, fluffy pillows and so much else man. Especially trying to get the squishy and soft stuff so you can knead it. Honestly a very endearing sight. You purr so heavily doing it.

Now you two will do gentle headbutts of affection. Very gentle, mind you. You two are very wary of the horns that peak through Tubbo’s fluffy hair. Sometimes the two of you won’t gently butt heads, but butt your heads against other body parts like the upper arm or shoulder. To grab attention and show affection.

Purpled

Now this relationship is going to be mildly different from the get go. There won’t be an innate sense of “what’s right” or how hybrids function as a being/person. See, Purpled is a human. You are a cat hybrid. Two very different species. The backgrounds and some of the body language is different, but you two manage quite well.

So he’ll treat you differently than the other hybrids. Well, only a wee bit. He’lll treat you like the others but in a different way, with a different tone to his actions. It’s very sweet, but you tell him it’s not necessary. He still does it.

One of the cat-like things he found out was that you don’t like water. People usually like water and some cats like water, yet you’re like a majority of cats. You despise getting wet. Attempts at smacking anything that’s getting you wet was what clued him in on this. Specifically when he accidentally did it. Oops.

You two can’t swim together. Napping is really out of the question because he has work and sleeping doesn’t seem like the most interesting activity. Although relaxing, it isn’t too productive.

Activities are hard to come by; stuff you’d want to do with Purpled is stuff he definitely doesn’t want to do and vise versa. After a standstill on what to do, you two started to get creative with the ideas.

Building super tall buildings? Although not safe for Purpled, you can easily take the fall. Along with that, Purpled is more than happy to build tall things. You can’t tell me otherwise because this man built a whole ufo.

Sometimes he’ll even bring you on his mercenary missions. It’s a cool way to hang out and have some more one-on-one time and you two get to work together. A very pog situation.

He tries to give you a part of the money; 50-50 for you guys. But you deny. It was his job, you just came around. Although not too happy about it, because you two worked together on this, he’ll concede. After all, he can just slowly slip the money into your house.

On these trips you not only provide companionship but you also are more than ready to work. Maybe playing coy and cute for a patron at a bar to lure them out and away from the public eye to be executed by Purpled. Or it could be a simple distraction of someone running by. Maybe you’re able to pickpocket the target and get what’s needed. You’re a cute and fuzzy swiss army knife

He loves to get on higher surfaces than you and try to pick you up. Even if it’s only enough to just get your feet on the ground. You do the little cat extension thingy and he thinks that’s super cool and funny. So he’ll do it often. Though you try to object, claiming to not enjoy the process at all. Yet that smile and giggles say otherwise.

[ray-ray-writings]

HELLO CAN YOU PLEASE DO A TECHNOBLADE IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS IN THE PRISON INSTEAD OF DREAM IG AND TECHNO TRIES TO LIKE BAIL THEM OUT

Prison Break

So this is an imagine request done in a more drabble type beat. I hope you enjoy and I hope this is okay! Let me know what you guys think!!

Techno frees you from your wrongful prison sentence. 

Dream is pissed that Techno didn’t come. He was counting on redeeming that favor he was owed to get him out of the things he had done catching up to him. But Techno didn’t come. He wasn’t there. Dream made sure that Techno paid for it. 

How did Techno pay for it you may ask. Simple. Dream pinned all of his crimes on you. Techno’s s/o. He easily manipulated the entire server once before, he absolutely is able to do it again, no problem. If anyone were to actually sit down and think about it, it would make no sense. You were always really kind to everyone and just was not a bad person at all. But everyone was so angry at what had been happening and wanted someone to blame so bad, that really all Dream had to do was connect your name to Techno’s and remind everyone that Techno had caused a lot of grief in the server and you had done nothing to stop him. In fact, you encouraged him. 

It was not something you ever expected. An angry mob showing up at your front door and announcing that you were under arrest. But it was a thing that happened in your life. That night, you’re in cuffs and being guided into Pandora’s Vault by Sam. You’re left alone in your cell and you break down. You know you don’t belong here and you don’t want to be here. You hope that Techno is able to get you out, to break you out. But as you stare at the crying obsidian walls that trap you in the cell, you know that this place is inescapable. 

Inescapable to a scared coward

And Techno was not a scared coward. No in fact he was livid. He was the most angry he has ever been in his life and he could literally rip Dream limb from limb but he knows better than to do that while you’re locked up. He knows he needs to get you out of there and soon. He works with Phil and makes a brilliant plan. A fool proof plan. And if he’s lucky, they won’t even know you’re gone. 

Techno goes to the prison about three days after you get locked up to visit. Sam doesn’t think anything of it, you two are dating after all. Techno goes through all of the proper procedures, signs all the waivers, and is soon enough standing in front of the lava wall you’re behind. Techno stands beside the fire resistance potion dispenser and begins to execute his plan. Techno focuses his gaze on the opposite wall which in turn causes Sam to also turn his attention to the wall, wondering what it is Techno sees. While Sam’s attention is elsewhere, Techno manages to reach into the dispenser and swipe a few fire resistance potions, safely tucking them into his inventory before turning his own attention back to the wall just in time for Sam to snap out of it. “Right… Are you ready?” Techno pretends to snap out of the “intense gaze” he was in and turns his attention to Sam and gives him a small nod. Of course he was ready. He’s been ready for the past three days. 

Sam has him stand on the little platform and presses the lava wall button before the path opens and Techno can finally see you. His heart aches at the sight of you. You look so broken down, so hopeless. His heart aches but his blood boils at the same time. Dream had done this to you. Dream was the reason you're here. The voices are raging in his head, telling him to kill the man that had done this to you. To make him pay and to not let him get away with this. He forces himself to take a deep breath and calm himself down, one thing at a time and right now he has to focus on getting you out. 

You almost don’t believe your eyes. The lava wall is being moved and there floating toward you is a pink headed angel…. Techno. Techno is coming toward you on the platform. And you could honestly cry. But you manage to keep it together until he’s safely on the obsidian. The netherite block wall is lowered and all bets are off. You throw yourself into his arms and bury your face into his chest. Your arms wrap around him tightly, as if you’re afraid if you let go, he’ll disappear. But he doesn’t mind. He’s holding you just the same way. 

You two continue your hug until the lava wall comes back down and closes you in the cell. Techno pulls himself back ever so slightly, just so he can look down at your face. Noticing his movement, you peer up at him, your cheek still resting on his chest. “Hey there love,” he speaks gently. You could burst into tears just from that. It had only been three days but it had felt so much longer than that and you could only relish in the contact you had with him now. 

“Hey” you manage to croak back, your voice a little raw and rusty for not having used it for the past few days. Techno leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and just leaves his face resting there for a little bit, hugging you tighter to him. 

You two stand there for a while, just holding each other. You’re so content in your boyfriend’s arms, so relaxed, that it nearly scares you half to death when several explosions happen around you. Techno holds you tightly to him as you jump at the loud noises. Your head shoots up and your fear filled eyes meet Techno’s cool, calm, and collected ones. In fact a little smirk is playing on his lips. “Right on time Phil,” he murmurs, looking at the ceiling.

 “Phil?” You asked, still very confused as to what is happening. 

Techno’s gaze shifts to you and his smirk shifts into a smile. “Phil,” he confirms. 

“Why is Phil setting off explosions?” 

“To distract Sam of course.” As he answers, Techno pulls out the three potions he managed to snag from the dispenser. 

“How did you--” Techno doesn’t let you finish your question. Instead he presses all three into your palms.

“Listen to me very carefully okay? You have to follow this exact plan. Do you understand?” 

You only nod and listen as Techno explains to you how you’re going to escape prison. He explains in as much detail as possible. Tells you at what times you will take the potions and the path you will take that leads you out of the prison. But then he also tells you about the path you’ll take once you’re out. He tells you how to get to his house in the tundra. There you’ll be safe. 

He gives your forehead a kiss and then presses one really passionate one to your lips as well. “I’ll see you soon okay? Sam will let me out of here at the end of the day once he finds it was only a few creepers lurking around,” Techno tells you with a wink as the two of you stand by the lava wall. You can’t help but giggle at the wink, even though it’s a pretty serious time. But you nod and give him a soft smile in return. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

You give Techno one more kiss before popping a fire res potion and swimming through the lava wall. You follow Techno’s instructions to a T. Only a few times did you get a little confused and have to take a moment to really think about what Techno had told you. When you find yourself outside, you can’t help but cry a little. Three days in complete solitude will do that to a person you guess. The emotions just overwhelm you and you allow yourself to cry for a little bit as you sink on to your knees in the grass, your fingers clutching some of the strands. You’re very lucky that no one is around to see you but you’re finally free… Well almost. 

After a little bit, you manage to pull yourself together and get yourself up off of the ground. You have to make your way to Techno’s house now. You know the way of course, but you have to make your way through the SMP without being seen. It’s a lot easier than you expected it to be, everyone busy with their own things, not really paying attention, so you make it through rather easily. You do take a small detour and swing by your house and get a few supplies before making your way out to Techno’s house. 

Back in the prison, Techno is calm for the most part. He has complete faith in Phil leaving behind no trace of the actual cause of the explosion and he trusts you to make it out just fine, but he still worries a little bit. This is a big thing that’s happening and he can’t exactly make sure you’re safe and that you’re okay right now as you travel, so he can only wait. After a few hours, he hears a noise from the other side of the lava wall. He rushes over to the bed and pretends to be leaning down and kissing your forehead as the wall moves to reveal the cell. “Visiting Hours are now over.” Sam calls from the room across the cell. “Please move to the platform.” 

“Goodbye my love. I’ll be back soon,” Techno promises the thin are as he moves over to the platform and is moved out of your cell and back to Sam’s side. 

As Sam is walking Techno out of the prison, Sam explains what happened. “Yeah, somehow some creepers got in and blew up. They didn’t do any damage or anything so it’s fine… I suspect Tommy or Tubbo were trying to prank me and it didn’t completely go well.” Techno lets out a hum and nods along with Sam as he pretends to know nothing about the situation. Techno gathers his things from his locker and bids Sam a farewell before heading out of the prison. Once he knows he’s out of sight, he breaks into a sprint to Phil’s old house in L’Manberg.

Phil is waiting outside with Carl and Phil’s own horse already saddled up when Techno arrives. The two men share a hug and celebrate how they were able to pull off the perfect prison break. Techno and Phil quickly mount their horses and soon enough they’re on their way out to the tundra. 

You had crashed in Techno’s bed as soon as you arrived, exhausted physically from the journey and mentally and emotionally from the prison. That is where Techno and Phil find you, asleep in Techno’s plush bed. The two just spend a few moments looking at you, as creepy as that sounds. But they just want to prove to themselves that they did it, they saved you and you were safe and no longer in prison for crimes you did not commit. Philza is the first to break from his staring trance. He claps Techno on the shoulder before turning around and walking out of the room. 

Techno very quickly also breaks from his trance, peels off her shoes, and climbs into bed beside you. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you gently into his chest. Techno didn’t mean for it to happen, he actually didn’t want it to happen at all that’s why he was so gentle, but you stir and you begin to wake up. Your eyes pry open and you meet his gaze for a moment before you curl yourself into his arms even more. Techno can only chuckle at your clingy behavior, but he can’t blame you. He’s feeling the same way. So he only holds you closer and gives you multiple quick pecks before one long kiss. “Welcome home my love.” 

Like I said, let me know what you guys thought of this and if you’re still okay if I write some of the imagine requests like this in the future!!