#and you look back and find it isn't all just loose threads trailing behind you

[thatgirlonstage]

man the way Magnus entrusted his relic to Jack and June because they were good people with rustic hospitality and it turned an entire town into a place of betrayal and coups and distrust and finally an inescapably looping nightmare for years where death was perpetually an hour away and the way that the town was ultimately saved with kindness to animals through reuniting the purple worm with her children and the self-sacrifice of the town's self-appointed protector

and the way Merle's relic took love that had bloomed from rivalry and twisted it into a desperate need to prove oneself capable and better, to become unto a god, the way it drove Sloane to run away from everyone she cared about rather than reach out to them for help, and the way it was only stopped with peacemaking, with reaching back for her still when all hope seemed lost, with Hurley leaping headfirst into silverpoint knowing full well she would be killed but doing it because she cared about the person inside even at her worst, even when she was irredeemable, even when no one else would think to find anything human left in there at all

and the way Taako's relic was put to the use of science and exploration and used, for a while, successfully, but with too much greed, with too much selfishness, with too much focus on Maureen and Lucas's goals and too little trust of other people's word on how dangerous these relics are, the way it ultimately became the tool of a creature trying to claw its way back to the life and loved ones it knew and had lost, a creature that had long since lost its sense of self, that had merged with others just to survive, and the way familial love was necessary to stop it, the way Lucas got to his worst out of love of his mother and the desperation to do anything to get her back, the way he got brought back to his senses by that same love and the realization of how badly he'd failed her, the way he was still an untrustworthy dick at the end but they let him go anyway and he came back when it mattered

the way Lup's relic was locked away for a decade and ultimately uncovered and reactivated by Gundran's desperate desire to reclaim what once belonged to his family, the way it was not stopped, the way the loss of Phandalin haunts the narrative, a reminder of failure and of people the boys couldn't save

the way Davenport's relic gets caught up in a game of smoke and mirrors while on the harsh time limit of the end of a journey, the way part of Jenkins' ploy is that he seems utterly unthreatening, the way Hudson's death and the loss of his head in particular is practically collateral damage, the way the train could not be saved but this time the people were

the way Barry's relic is in the hands of two liches who are very obvious and intentional foils to him and Lup, but even more than that, the way it's so buried in the suffering of losing everything that makes you yourself, over and over and over and over and over, the way Wonderland is designed to make you eventually dependent on this cycle of loss just to stay alive, the way it's only beaten by changing the rules of the game

and of course the way Lucretia's relic stays glued to her side, the emblem and reason for her loneliness, isolating her in a bubble of her own making, until, of course, she lets her family back in, and as raw and painful a reunion as it is, as it has to be, because you can't stay safe from your mistakes forever, the seven of them together find the solution she could not find alone

[lostinforestbound]

hi there! domestic rolan anon again, but this time i'm gonna name myself LMAO i read a few things about tieflings purring and i was wondering if i could request rolan who purrs for tav/reader when they have special, private moments together? once again, if you don't like the request, you can skip it!!

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Hello again Domestic Rolan anon! (Or maybe yellow heart anon??) I will never skip over Tieflings purring, it's too cute to pass up!

Rolan and Purring

Rolan finds purring absolutely embarrassing. It's one part of Tiefling biology that he hates.

Not only is his particular purr pretty loud, purring is extremely vulnerable for him, so it takes him a long time to even feel comfortable enough to do it around his partner.

The only time he ever purred for someone is for Cal and/or Lia when they needed comfort; even then, they were a lot younger, so he hasn't done that in years.

What he won't ever tell anyone is that he purrs by himself as a form of self-soothing.

When you finally settle down with him and he's very secure in your relationship (which could take a long time), he doesn't even realize he started purring in your private moments.

When you first point it out, he immediately stops and is pretty embarrassed about it. Face fully flushed and everything! It's adorable.

When asked, he begrudgingly explains that yes, some Tieflings can purr, but don't expect him to do it all the time!

Fully relaxed in your shared bed while cuddling with you, he'll quietly purr up a storm, hoping for more of your touch. Sometimes he'll purr when you're kissing, pulling you closer to him.

Other times is simple tasks that's generally loving; brushing his hair, massaging his shoulders, hugging him close and tight, and even tender neck kisses on his adam's apple gets him to purr at least lightly.

Or imagine a date night, splitting a bottle of Arabellan Dry and you take one of his hands in yours. Not only can you hear a quiet purr, but the tip of his tail is flicking happily as he laces his fingers through yours.

Writing Blurb

After a very long day, you and Rolan decide that the best way to spend the evening is to relax. You both were originally planning for a night out in the lower city, but watching each others tired looks, you decided that it was better to stay in for the night. Maybe to split a whole bottle of Arabellan Dry while you two were at it.

Getting into nightwear, the both of you share some dinner and wine, complaining about the day. How many idiots must pass through the doors of Sorcerous Sundries ranting about a spell failure before they realize that it was their own fault? They're the ones who couldn't get through the simple verbal component. You have to remind him that not everyone is as talented at magic as he is, but they shouldn't haven been yelling at Lia either way (she was working behind the counter for the day).

Now, the two of you lay together in bed, and you gently massage his back as you speak. "Maybe we should've let Lia just attack the guy."

"I do not want blood on my floors!" He exasperates, head comfortably settled on your chest. "It would be terrible for business, the Sundries isn't the Blushing Mermaid."

You laugh, fingers trailing to the back of his neck to press against his nape. "Well, it would at least make the day more interesting."

He grumbles incoherently but says nothing else about it.

Your fingers eventually trail to the back of his head, threading them into his hair. When he relaxes even more to the touch, you decide to scratch and massage his scalp. It's always a favorite of his.

What you didn't expect is for him to start purring.

It's not loud, but you can certainly feel it through your chest as his eyes flutter closed, tail winding around your ankle loosely. You knew that a tiefling's tail can act similar to a cat, but purring? That's new and adorable.

Running your fingers through his hair, you gently untangle any knots that found their way into the strands. You don't say a word, wanting to enjoy this quiet moment with the stressed wizard.

It's hard to get him to relax at all through the day, so this is a small victory you will savor.

As he dozes off, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, hoping for a calm night and wishing for him to have a calmer day tomorrow.

[bsaka7]

GIRLCHEBGIRLCHEBGIRLCHEB I WILL TAKE ANYTHING GIRLCHEB AT ALL GIRL CHEB

ok fair warning it's just more filth. there would be more filth but i was like this is starting to get repetitive. EXTREMELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

seb has given Charles - as Charles understands it - a fairly open invitation to her beach house. it's 2023. Charles is having a good season - everything isn't all out of reach like it was the year before, but she's still a little behind. she feels the weight heavy in her shoulders. she thinks to herself. well, it was so good last summer. seb was so good. and she doesn't think about how she was worried about how their feelings aligned. and how she's still gone on seb, a flame that will never die. so she texts seb the dates she wants to come over summer break and seb responds simply: yes!

in the meantime, charles tells lewis, casually but desperate at the same time, that's she's going to seb's. Lewis looks at her a little funny and then a few days later drops into conversation that seb had a new girlfriend. even shows a picture from their text thread. the girl is short and blonde. lewis says she's an autism researcher in Switzerland and later, after the race, though Charles would never admit it, she stalks her insta, her linkedin. she really is cute and she has some fancy phd. Charles turns off her phone screen and flips it over and pretends she's not thinking about it. that she doesn't have feelings about it.

but, seb said yes to her visit and Charles certainly isn't going to back out now. she hasn't seen seb in - a whole. it's fine, though, because seb is smiling at her like that. but she reminds herself that it probably doesn't mean anything, especially not anymore. seb has always had so much care in her eyes. Charles isn't special.

Seb kisses her the first night on the couch. They're watching some show about deep sea fish which is deeply unsexy (frankly Charles is a little grossed out). and she thinks seb had this girlfriend who is smart and tiny and many things Charles isn't. but Seb is kissing her like it's going somewhere. Charles knows she's going to go ahead with whatever seb offers and maybe she'll hate herself for it.

The music on the tv swells and comes to a head, surprising them both. Charles swings her eyes back to the screen and a big fish is eating a smaller one, and they both watch it, transfixed. Charles scrunches her eyes shut. Sebs hand is already under her t-shirt, resting on her waist.

Charles says - "I thought you."

"thought what"

"Lewis said..." Charles trails off

Seb holds her there for a moment, just teetering on the edge. Then she says, "about Elise? We broke up. It was never, it was never going to last." (what she doesn't say is that part of the reason why they broke up was because Seb had said the next time she went to the beach house, they'd go together. But then Charles asked and Elise had to work. And well, they had a lot of differences.)

Charles is like oh okay. Seb kisses her soft this time, tilting charles’ head with her chin. And the movie is ending and seb’s hand is under charlie’s shirt until Charlie is just taking it off……[FADE TO BLACK]

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Charles DOES have a lot of nervy energy from the season, from this thing with seb. she's trying to convince seb to go out. she sort of wants to see if seb will let loose with her. for her, without – red bull and mark webber and so on. And also she wants to dance (even tho shes obv terrible). eventually Seb relents and tells her the best nearby place. Charles is like ok great!! and then seb says...you can go whenever, I could use a quiet night in (slaps charlies thigh gently). And Charles is like NO!! ur coming. And seb agrees....after some convincing.

The club scene (to be clear i've never been to a club and also this is all made up)…ok they get there and order drinks and seb finds a small table crammed into the corner and that’s where they start…seb has a beer Charlie has some fruity thing that seb will be drinking by the end of the night.

they talk for little bit, sebs hand on charlie's thigh underneath the table. Charles complains about the dj until the hour hits and someone new, better, comes on. Charles is like!! Lets dance!! Seb says baby I am NOT drunk enough for that (but she is drunk enough to call Charlie baby). Charles rolls her eyes and goes to dance and for a bit she disappears into the crowd...

seb goes up to get another drink and oh god she can SEE Charles. she’s just frozen there, looking at Charles, tiny dress, hands in the air, laughing with this gay couple on the dance floor. she forces herself to look away (from long legs, the curve of her neck) and go back to her little table but someone has already sat down so seb makes small talk with them [some young man who is clearly. Not sober].

and then seb can see Charles again, suddenly, in the bright colorful lights, and there’s hands all over her and GOD seb is so jealous she almost goes out on the dance floor herself. Charlie meets her eyes through it all and starts to wind her way through the people. Seb says to the guy – “sorry, my friend is coming over and we had this table first” and the guy says okay and disappears right as Charles gets there.

Instead of going for the chair, she climbs onto seb’s lap, right there, in the middle of the club, but it’s dark and no one has recognized them yet, and probably no one will. the dress rides up a little as she straddles seb and she leans forward and she says “I saw you watching,” and it should be hot but it’s just silly, so they laugh, but her hands are on seb’s shoulders and seb is looking up at her and Charles rocks just slightly down onto seb’s leg and suddenly it's not funny anymore.

seb goes BRIGHT RED and she’s like. Charlie are you – do you need. And Charles nods and nods and nods. Seb tries to get them to go the bathroom but Charles is like. No no. no. right here. Seb is drunk enough to think this is a good idea and they’re in a dark corner and it’s probably fine...so she sneaks her hand underneath charles’ skirt and finds she’s wearing just barely-there panties. She rocks her knuckles into the crease of charles’ leg and Charles reaches up and takes down her hair so it covers both their faces like a curtain when she tilts her head down and she’s searching, searching for seb’s fingers. So seb goes 2 fingers deep in Charles just like that because shes SO wet and then she’s rubbing at her clit with her thumb. she’s saying stuff like. Everyone could see you, Charles, how desperate you are, how much you want this, etc. Charles kisses her hot and wet and seb can feel her come through her whole body. She pulls her fingers out and there’s a wet spot on her jeans from where Charles has been dripping

Charles kisses her again and then gets them different drinks and she’s a little wobbly and dances a little more and seb is like. We should go home. We should go home. Charles says okay. they take a taxi and seb has a hand high up on her thigh, hot and possessive and Charles shifts her hips,but seb won’t...

they go home and seb fucks Charles again with her legs around her waist up against the wall, her dress pushed down and up so it’s all bunched up around her middle, and then Charles eats seb out on the table in the front room and they can see the sea. and looks up and says. last time you said. the strap and seb is tired and drunk and soo horny and shes whining like. Charles. I promise but not right now. And Charles says something flippant and  SO hot and seb’s legs r over her shoulder and its all....

[THE END]

[vi-writes-stuff]

Good as Gold (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Audrey Lee)

Word Count: 1.62 k

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content, PWP)

Summary: The events before and after their impromptu date night. Set between book 2 and 3. Sequel to All I've Ever Known

Author's Note: All I've Ever Known was originally titled Good as Gold. Title is from "Gold" by Tolan Shaw. Listen to the song and tell me this isn't lovestruck Ethan. So glad Ethan finaly said ILY to MC in the finale <3 Anyway, here's the sequel to my first fic. Y'all this is just PWP, so enjoy.

If someone had asked Ethan Ramsey what was important to him two years ago, the answer was simple: work. His work was what mattered.

It was all that mattered.

Taking in the sight of Audrey soundly asleep beside him in his bed, looking radiant in the moonlight, he knows his answer would be different now. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the slow repetitive motion easing the fear that had gripped his heart.

He had woken up from a dream that had almost become a reality. The cure hadn’t been synthesized in time. He had held her as she faded away, her normally warm and lively eyes wide with fear, whispering to him that she didn’t want to die.

Reaching over to her sleeping form, Ethan gently stroked her cheek. The skin contact and the quiet breath she exhaled soothed him instantaneously.

With Edenbrook still under construction, the two busy doctors had spent the past few weeks holed up in his apartment. They were no longer hiding their relationship and Ethan found he treasured the domesticity between them; a sentiment he thought he would never hold.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he settled back into bed. As soon as he laid down, Audrey slid closer to him, letting out a contented sigh.

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Out of habit, he woke up at 6 AM only to find his bed empty. The feeling of panic seized his heart until he heard her quietly humming. Shuffling towards the bedroom door that had been left slightly ajar, he smiled at the sight of Audrey bathed in the soft sunlight of the kitchen. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt she had stolen from him and a pair of sleep shorts, the hair she usually wore up at work hung loose as she flipped a pancake in the air. As the other side of the pancake landed perfectly in the pan, she did a little victory dance and waved the spatula she held in her right hand.

He didn’t get a chance to watch her for much longer as Jenner, who had been sitting by the foot of the kitchen counter, noticed Ethan in the doorway and made her way to him, letting out a soft woof as he saw his owner was finally awake.

Setting the pan on the stove, she turned around and grinned. “Good morning, I woke up before you, so I thought I’d make us some breakfast,” Audrey said, flipping the newest pancake onto the stack she made.

Crossing the apartment, he wrapped himself around her. “Smells delicious,” he replied, placing a kiss against her neck. Knowing how much she loved it when he kissed her there, he was rewarded with a stifled moan.

She turned around in his arms and placed a gentle kiss against his lips before playfully swatting his shirtless chest with the spatula, “As much as I enjoy how you show your appreciation, I would actually like to enjoy breakfast before it gets cold.”

He hugged her a little tighter before letting go. “I’ll get started on the coffee then,” he sighed.

Audrey smiled cheekily at him. “Thanks, babe.”

Giggling at the face he made at the nickname, she turned her attention back to the stove as she cooked the last of the batter.

As Audrey returned to the apartment she shared with her roommates, Ethan visited Alan to drop off Jenner. Later in the day as he checked his email, he received a notification about the opening of L’Orfeo and a plan began to form in his mind.

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Audrey Lee drove him insane in the best ways possible. The ride back home that started with her hand entwined in his across the gear shift ended with wandering touches as the pair rushed towards the elevator. Ethan successfully opened the door to his apartment and the door slammed shut as he pinned Audrey against.

"You know I have worn this dress before," she murmured as he kissed a trail down her neck.

He hummed. "On the rooftop, I thought I recognized it."

"You didn't make a comment about it, so I thought I'd wear it again,” she said breathlessly as her face flushed. “Elicit a reaction this time around.”

"Mission accomplished,” he groaned. “You are beautiful in that dress, but I think it would look better off of you and on the floor."

Laughter bubbled up out of her mouth as he held her face in his hands. “Aren’t you forward? You did just take me out to dinner, I guess—” Her teasing is cut off by a loud yawn that escapes her mouth. “Sorry, I guess I actually am tired.”

Taking a look at her eyes that were still somewhat red and puffy from her tears by the river earlier, he pressed a kiss against a cheek. Bending down he swept her off her feet, eliciting a surprised squeak from Audrey. “Come on, let’s go to bed and sleep.”

Carrying her across the apartment, Ethan gently deposited her onto her side of the bed. Kneeling down, he carefully removed her heels and put them aside. Climbing on to the bed to sit behind her, he helped undo her dress, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin that revealed itself as he lowered the zipper.

The zipper was three quarters of the way down when Audrey twisted around, pressing a kiss against his lips. Her hands drifted towards the back of his neck. Humming delightedly in response, Ethan’s hands reached out to pull her face closer, causing the to grow kiss deeper and more passionate by the second.

Audrey pulled back, her lips swollen and panting for breath. Ethan attempted to pull her back in, but she stopped him with a gentle press of her thumb against his bottom lip. Her hand slowly drifted down to his shirt and she began undoing the top button. “Actually,” she murmured into his ear. “I’m not as tired anymore.”

Ethan looked into Audrey’s eyes, her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the beautiful brown that surrounded them. “Are you sure?”

Audrey nodded. “I’m certain.”

As their lips met again, Ethan rushed to undress himself as Audrey fully unzipped and slipped out of her dress. Pushing him further up until his back met the headboard, Audrey straddled his lap. As she began rocking in his lap, he uttered a series of soft curses which delighted her. Pulling back from their kiss, Audrey leaned her forehead against his and pressed a hand against his hammering heart. She gently took one of his warm hands and pressed it against her own racing heart. They sat there for a moment, their breaths intermingling as they felt the steady thump of each other’s heartbeats.

“You’re important to me. Don’t ever forget that,” he said.

Staring into each other’s eyes, Audrey stroked his cheek. “Know that you’re important to me too.” The warmth of his gaze and his words was reflected in her own and it was filled with a feeling neither was quite brave enough to admit to themselves or each other yet.

Wrapping a gentle hand around his cock, she slowly stroked him up and down, eliciting a moan from Ethan underneath her. Smirking at his response, she whispered, “I was thinking about how I could repay you for this morning.” Audrey kept moving further down as she continued to stroke him. She stopped and bent down to kiss the tip, before she licked at the dripping precum.

“Jesus Christ, Audrey,” he groaned.

“Mmm, I like the sounds you make too.” Pressing another kiss against the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed his length. Bobbing her head up and down, her other hand wrapped around the base and stroked the parts her mouth couldn’t reach.

Ethan threaded his hands through her hair, guiding her as he slowly bucked into his mouth. As another moan escaped his mouth, Audrey looked up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she continued to suck him. “Audrey, I’m close,” he murmured as he pulled himself out of her mouth, much to her protest.

Audrey sat back up and hovered over his lap. Grabbing the base of his cock, she positioned herself over him and sighed in relief as she slid down on to him. “God, the way you fill me up,” she moaned, rolling her hips forward. Massaging her breasts in his hands, he gently pinched her nipples making her gasp. Her hands rested with her palms flat against his chest as he continued his ministrations.

Slowly, he shifted his grasp to her hips so that he thrust further into her. The sensation caused Audrey’s eyes to flutter shut as another moan escaped her and she bit her swollen lower lip. That image was forever burned in his brain and he knew instantly that if she let him, he would gladly have spent the rest of his days worshipping her body, her mind, and her soul.

“Come for me, Audrey” he panted. Moments later, she clenched around him crying his name aloud. The sound of her pleasure and the delicious bite of her nails against his skin allowed him to reach his own climax. When Audrey finally rode out her orgasm, he gently slipped out of her as she slumped against his heaving chest.

He silently twined their hands together and pressed a kiss against the top of her hand, before he rested them over his heart. Audrey leaned up to kiss him once more, before she rested her head in the crook of his neck. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, the pair slowly drifted off to sleep to the steadily slowing rhythm of Ethan’s heartbeat.

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[how-masterful]

Despite It All

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: When your new collar isn't all that you’d hoped for, you go to the Master for some much needed assistance. You soon find hes more than willing to help, and learn for yourself just how much your happiness means to the time lord.

Notes: A fic for the ever so fabulous @plethora-of-imagines​ , who’s been the most patient person I've met for waiting for this one to come out! i hope you enjoy and it lives up to what you’d thought! 

Warnings: Mentions of collars and BDSM practices.

The collar hurt. Alot.

It rubbed harshly against your throat, tough leather digging into the sides of your neck and almost drawing blood when you swallowed. The thick metal buckle rubbed abrasively against the back of your neck, leaving a deep indent in your skin. In short, it was an utter pain to wear. And you felt slightly responsible.

You'd chosen it while you were on a distant planet, after dragging the Master into a secluded sex shop and begging for a souvenir collar to commemorate his latest victory. It was thick and sturdy, embroidered with purple threads and hefty enough to provide a new thrill to a scene. It was expensive too, and you'd batted your eyelashes and promised a session to him when you got back to the TARDIS as soon as he looked at the price.

However, you were also very, very spoilt- and the collar, having lived up to Master's standards, was instantly yours.

So, after all that begging, the fact it was absolute hell to wear made you feel insanely guilty. But you'd faced this situation before.

Collars were trial and error, when not custom made by the Master. They could be too loose or too thin, resulting in real dangers emerging during play. They could simply not live up to the standards you'd held it to when you bought it- of course you made everything look beautiful to him, but on the shelf and on the neck were two very different things. And other times, Master just didn't like them. And that would kill any hope for adding it to your collection.

However, when they'd hurt, it became a much more serious issue. Especially if you refused to tell him. Past situations had resulted in several offending collars being flung in a rage into a supernova, countless tears from you as the ointment he'd provide stung your wounds, and the full brunt of his disappointed eyes causing you to absolutely crumble under the weight. So this time, you decided to be honest. But the notion still petrified you.

"Master?"

You'd found him in the kitchen, placing two teabags into your favourite mugs and filling up the kettle. He'd turned in surprise at your voice, eyes softening as you padded over to his side.

"Now there she is, Masters good girl- looking beautiful in her new collar"

You smiled weakly, a bite of embarrassment nipping at your bottom lip. You gently snaked your hand up to his bicep, encircling his bicep and letting your head fall to his shoulder. The Master raised an eyebrow, abandoning the tea on the side.

"Are you alright, love? I just called you my good girl and complimented, all you in one sentence- and yet you're still able to stand on your own. Something must be wrong in the world of Y/N."

You sighed, smiling weakly into his shirt. Of course he knew you this well by now, he'd had years of practice to get your behaviour down to a T. He slowly cupped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. His expression was laced with confusion and concern, eyes scanning over you for any sign of distress.

"Well?"

This was something you could show him better, rather than tell him- you'd decided that on your way to find him. You simply allowed your hand to fall to his own, entangling your fingers in his own before guiding him wordlessly towards the playroom. The Master's eyes widened, before his expression settled into something content.

"Ah! Desperate for a session, are we doll?"

You shook your head and squeezed his hand, carefully opening the door. The lights snapped on with a gentle hum as you guided him to sit beside you on the end of the bed, the very confused Master taking your other hand into his own and brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. You took a breath, before allowing yourself to meet his eager browns. God, this was going to be harder than you thought.

"So... Um... You know how much I appreciate everything you do for me, right?"

"Of course" The Master replied, nodding his head as you took another breath.

"And... You also know how much I appreciate everything you get for me, right?"

"Yes... I'm not sure where this is going." He replied again. The Master's eyes narrowed as he pulled his head back, suspicious gaze raking over you once more. You shrunk in on yourself slightly, gulping at his judgemental expression.

"And... I can tell you anything- Even if it's something you may get annoyed at me for?"

The time lords eyes shot back open wide, hand pulling from your linked fingers to hold the side of your cheek. You instantly lent into his touch, desperate for the grounding connection.

"Always- whats this all about, love? Somethings not upsetting you is it?"

"No!" You blurted out, a little too quickly for his taste. The suspicion grew further upon his face, causing your hands to tremble more and more. You shook your head and tried to regain any composure you could grasp hold of.

"No, I mean... Not upsetting, per say but... hurting."

The Master's expression grew soft, the other hand reaching towards your face as you nervously played with your own hands in your lap. He looked troubled, but most definitely not with you, and the guilt once again began to ravage rapidly at your core.

"Somethings hurting you? Is it something I said? Y/N, you know I don’t ever mean you when I insult the human species-"

You laughed. Of course he'd be concerned about that. He was always so protective over you, he never enjoyed considering you as a part of the utterly detestable human crowd. His expression morphed back into a look of confusion, lips pursed to ask another flurry of questions, but you silenced him with a small peck.

"No, you haven't said anything that’s made me feel like anything less than a goddess. Its... The collar. Not the fact I wear one, i'd rather die than not, but this one. This collar. It... Hurts."

It felt as if the weight had been utterly ripped from your shoulders. You let them drop, sighing happily as you relished in the free feeling inside your chest. You met the Master's eyes once more, but the look of concern that plastered itself across his face didn't do much to calm the rest of your nerves.

You felt your heart began to race as you explained why.

"It rubs, for a start. Its far too tight and cuts in more than it doesn't, the buckle digs in when I breathe and it's left my neck stiff as anything."

His expression didn't change, causing the guilt to ramp up its ravenous speed with a vengeance. You quickly rushed to cover your back, heart thundering against your chest as you began to trip on your words.

"Not that I don’t like it, I mean I don't like it 'cause it hurts but I love it cause its pretty and you bought it as a gift and, and I know it cost you so much and I'm so so grateful for it and I don’t want you to think i'm not... i’m sorry I shouldn't have bothered i'll learn to deal with it I-"

You were suddenly silenced by a kiss, the Masters lips connecting with yours like a rolling cloud of calm. The tension melted from your shoulders as you allowed yourself to let go, his hands delicately framing your face as his lips dimmed the chaos bubbling in your gut. Your eyes fluttered shut as you eventually parted, his lips leaving your own looking glossy and plump.

"You will most certainly not have to deal with anything hurting you. Master's so proud of you for coming to tell him- Its his job to ensure his good girl is always cared for and comfortable. And who are you?"

A sudden blush spread itself across your cheeks, your gaze turning bashful as you tried to hide your growing smile.

"I'm Master's good girl."

"Yes you are."

The Master placed a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, arms encapsulating your shoulders and pulling you close to his chest. You sighed happily, nuzzling into his bare neck and teasing it with kisses.

He grinned, a chill trailing down his spine he gently booped the end of your nose.

"That’s sweet, pet. It really is. But it's your neck we really should be focusing on. You know what to do now, don't you doll? Off you go."

You giggled with anticipation as you pulled yourself from the Master's grip and headed towards the cabinet of drawers. The large, dark cabinet stood at the side of the room, ornate and decorated with engraved Gallifreyan and several handles. This however, wasn't any ordinary set of drawers. This was the home for your collars. And, over the years, you'd accumulated quite the expansive collection.

You instantly fell into position: hair tied out of the way behind your head, neck exposed and chin up high, form kneeling on the floor with your hands poised on your knees. This was the position he enjoyed you in when dealing with your collars- you took it when he adjusted it, decorated you with it, or decided to change it out for one of your other many designs.

You had quite the plethora of sizes and colours- thin silver bands for subtlety, thick red posture collars for a scene, and a whole other rainbow of designs that could fit any mood you desired. Or, more often than not, what Master desired you wear.

The Master threw his coat from his shoulders, allowing it to fall onto the bed as he began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. The sight almost made you drool, his exposed forearms a positively dreamy sight to you. Every single part of had the the power to make you ridiculously desperate for him- he jokingly called it his superpower when you'd almost fainted at the reveal of his soft stomach one evening.

"Excited, are we love? I can't tell what makes you happier: that collar being replaced for something much more suitable, or the sight of me slightly undressed."

You cheekily avoided his gaze as he advanced towards the unit of drawers, pulling at one of the handles and peeking inside at its contents.

"Now then, what shall we go for? We want comfort, something to keep that poor neck of yours from feeling so sore."

He mulled over the designs, fingers dancing in the air as he picked and chose between them. You awaited his decision eagerly, this was always on of your favourite parts of the process: Knowing what Master had in store for you. He always did like a surprise.

"I know... Lets go with you. I've noticed this ones been sneaking up the ranks of your favourites, lately- You can't say Master's not attentive with you, darling."

Ever so gently the collar was removed from the drawer, buckle jingling as he played with the strip of leather. It was a dark purple, padded with golden velvet and ornately decorated with swirling circular Gallifreyan, the intricate shapes all spelling out the word "Master". You nodded excitedly, smile creeping up your cheeks as he showed you the item in his hands.

"What do we say, love?"

"Thank you, Master."

"Good girl."

With a satisfied huff the Master shut the drawer, before adjusting himself to kneel on one knee before you. He allowed two fingers to slip under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his own as he placed the collar in your lap.

"You know how this works, pet: That ones got to come off for this one to go on. You wont go long without one, Master promises. Are you ready?"

The nod you gave couldn't have been more eager.

"Yes, Master."

You kept your chin raised as the masters hands tenderly reached to the back of your neck, fingers carefully unbuckling the silver clasp and ever so slowly pulling the collar from your neck. You gasped loudly, out of a culmination of both shock and fear, the sudden cold air hitting your neck combining with the relief placed on your skin.

Being without your collar was a nightmarish thought- you'd grown highly attached to the idea of wearing one, displaying the fact you were taken and claimed by the Master for the world to see. It was a symbol of him committing himself to you. Essentially like a wedding ring. But this was much more personal, and the moments during a change in which your neck fell bare never failed to stand your hair on end.

The Master paused, fingers poised on the ends of the collar, keeping the front of the material pressed against the skin of your neck. You gulped, allowing your thoughts to gather, before giving him a slow nod. That was enough for him to continue pulling the material from your neck, and soon the collar was laying in his hands.

You knew for a fact when this was over, the dreaded thing would be flung at full force into the nearest supernova. He had a habit of flirting things that displeased him into the vast emptiness of space. It was his favourite method of waste disposal- or at least, what the Master classed as waste. You were more than sure there were more than a few TCE victims floating out there, somewhere- you'd seen him throw them out one by one yourself.

Before you could even react to the sensation of an absent collar the Masters lips were on you, murmuring praise and pressing kisses into every part of your neck. You sighed against his touch, the typical fear of sitting collarless masked with the glorious attention.

"Good girl" he murmured, placing a tender peck to a reddening area of skin, causing you to involuntarily shiver.

"Such a good girl for telling Master... Following his rules and making him so very happy..."

You bit your lip and held back a moan of delight, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you once more. His breath was warm against the tender skin, soft lips pressing over each and every mark. You gasped even louder as the master slowly began creating a mark of his own, teeth nipping at the clear skin on the side of your neck. Your teeth grit together and you groaned at the sensation, the old collar slipping forgotten from his hands as they reached for the new item.

You felt your heart beat flutter excitedly. It was finally time.

With a soft peck to the underside of your jaw the Master pulled away, clasping the purple collar in his hands and raising the item to your neck. You lent forward against the plush gold velvet, eager to feel the material against your skin and the newly blossoming bruise on the side of your neck.

The velvet was soft, sliding against your throat with absolute ease. You felt comfortable in this collar, a far cry from the harsh friction of the other one you had worn. A small jingle from the metal clasp sounded behind your head, causing you to giggle with relief. Finally, comfort and security. You couldn't be more ecstatic.

"Let me know when its tight enough" the Master softly asked, a rare tenderness held within his tone. You knew for a fact he only used that voice with you.

The tighter the collar became around your neck, the more your satisfaction grew. Once it reached a suitable tightness around your throat you let out a happy squeak, the buckle soon being locked into place by the Master's nimble fingers. The sensation around your neck was miles above the previous collar, the comforting padding gentle against the aggravated skin, the golden stitching almost glowing against the purple.

This was a collar Master had commissioned for you as a reward several months ago, and it now sat amongst your most favourite. The Master could see the joy in your eyes and couldn't help but smile, framing your face with his hands once more.

"There, Masters precious human looks good as new. Comfy now, doll?"

"Perfect. Thank you, Master."

"Good girl. C'mere."

At his words, you instantly dove into the masters chest, his arms winding around your shoulders as your nose found comfort in the crook of his neck. The Master's fingers wandered to your tied up hair, soon releasing it to flow free and casting the hair tie to the side. He began to toy with the ends, chuckling at your immediate shiver. You nestled closer against the time lords chest.

"Thank you, Master. For caring about me." You murmured, lips soft against his collar.

He hummed out a comforting sound, arms holding you more firmly in his grip.

"Any time, pet. Come rain or shine, Master will always be there to care for you. Lets say its become a favourite hobby of his to see you satisfied."

You returned a small laugh, pulling away slightly to catch his fond gaze.

"Careful, Master. Keep talking like that and people will start to think you actually like humans."

The Master rolled his eyes, smirking down at your cheeky expression and shaking his head.

"Don’t get any ideas, doll- I don't and I never will. They're boring and primitive and far too important to the Doctor than they reasonably should be. However, there is one... one very unique human that i've taken quite the fancy too. A sweet little thing called Y/N."

The blush that scurried over your cheeks was down right traitorous.

"Why? What makes this Y/N so different from the rest?"

The Master pondered for a moment, drumming his fingers against your shoulders in thought.

"Well... She's pretty. Very, very pretty. A sweetheart at first glance, but laced with a very tempting and exciting dark side. She's funny, resourceful, loving and intelligent- And quite possibly the most cuddle obsessed creature i've ever met in my many, many lives."

You let out a bashful giggle. You didn't think your heart could race any faster in the presence of the time lord holding you, but you could've sworn you felt it skipping beat after amorous beat.

"And is that why you love her?" You asked, tilt your head get a better view of the Masters face.

The time lord shook his head once more with a grin, his hand reaching to cup your cheek, stroking away the flyaway hairs as he pulled your face closer to his own. You sighed contently, his eyes so full of fondness for you. If the Masters face was the last thing you could ever see in your lifetime, you knew deep down you wouldn't have it any other way.

"No, all those are the reasons I like her. Despite the man that I've become, the things I've done and the people I've hurt, she still calls me her Master. Commitment like that is a beautiful rarity. She stays by my side no matter what, but isn't afraid to speak her pretty little mind. You want to know why I love her?"

The Master placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small, sweet little peck that said so much, and made the butterflies in your stomach swarm with absolute adoration.

"I love her because despite it all, I get to call her mine."

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[shawnpetermuffins]

I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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It may have only been a week, but I'm missing it here! 😭

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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This took me longer to write than it should have, but I kinda really like it. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you Wednesday for more content! 💙

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