#dont be coy line

[hyperfixationsposting]

how long did this take me? great question. *i go back to editing. i will never answer your question.*

[tenderjock]

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

[yellowheartz]

Was having major unrequited satousai thoughts and vibrated so hard I had to write down the outline for the fic im never going to write. To which it ended into a kubosai happy beginning-ending-ish. (It is 3am)

[unnonexistence]

gonna be a hater for a minute and say i hate it when people vaguepost about gtn's "lesbian necromancers in space" tagline. like ive seen multiple people be like "oh i hate it when books are just advertised like 'gay wizards on mars, what more can i say'" and it's like. we ALL KNOW youre talking about gideon the ninth. you're not being subtle. say it or shut up

[maygrcnt]

yea I agree it was not within the tone of the rest of the episode but absolutely insane for people to unleash the havoc they’ve been doing so on tommy when in writing it was buck who initiated the conversation in that direction and they both played off of the energy presented. may not have been a well written or well “put” moment in the context of the rest of the episode and everyone has the right to that opinion but to say tommy was being predatory and insensitive (not saying you said this but these are the gaskets that have been going around) in that moment is moving to an entirely other territory that definitely starts to reek of homophobia. that one post going around here is absolutely not a joke and very homophobic and unfortunately has been reblogged by many many “big” blogs on here and liked my countless others who’re only doubling down on their “criticism”. it’s fully understandable to find the scene cringe, to not enjoy the couple, to even just dislike tommy, to not vibe with the writing or placement of the scene. all of that is completely okay but the incessant homophobia is not and it’s unfortunately quite bad especially on twitter but even here. again this isn’t hate to you or targeted at you just part of the discussion going on. it’s very sad to see the fandom like this just because they don’t like tommy.

sorry there’s a lot going on here that has nothing to do with what i said and it’s rly late but if i let this sit it’s never getting answered, my short response is that ive kinda just come to the conclusion that it was a bad connection between the writing of the scene and the delivery of the lines. they were played as much too deadpan and matter of fact which makes it seem like tommy is purposefully making the conversation strange which is why people are seeing it as annoying from him (valid imo). if the scene had been played how i assume the writer wanted it it should have been a lot lighter, more obvious that tommy was picking up on bucks transition into jokey tone instead of having him seem to continue the conversation totally seriously until the jarring joke at the end. that’s just my take.

[terry-idk]

I am being so normal about 50 ways to leave your lover right now

[fair-lead]

auug i cant seem to think at all today.

[neoplatinum]

til' death do us part - part 1 | minatozaki sana

summary: sana minatozaki walks right into your life with a marriage license.

pairing: heiress!sana x reader

themes: arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex

wc: 5.0k

(series masterlist)

"the minatozaki's are waiting." you stare at the contract in front of you, frustrated at the idea of the family visiting. they sent the contract to you two weeks ago, and you knew that they were expecting a response, as in a signature. but here lays the contract on your coffee table, left to collect dust.

"let them in." you sit up from the couch, adjusting your shirt. you watch the maid let them in, timed steps in the long marble hallway. you hear their presence before you see them. then you see the matriarch of the minatozaki family step into the room. her head held high and proper, like a leader.

she reminds you of your own mother: the sharp tongue, quick judgements, and inability to let go of grudges.

then walks in sana minatozaki, the only heiress of the minatozaki group. she is not a stranger at all, but you havent decided if she is a friend or foe. when you were both younger, annual balls were centered around her. she always took those events in stride, while you enjoyed sticking by your mother's side.

you often remember watching sana dancing with anyone who would ask her; even from afar, you knew she was someone that everyone awed at. they treated her attention like a prize worth attaining.

"hello mrs. minatozaki and ms. minatozaki, please have a seat." you direct them to sit on the opposing couch. "how may i help you?"

they both get situated while you sit by yourself, feeling the weight of the minatozaki power firsthand. you watch your staff rushing to present them with tea, only for the two to dismiss them quickly.

"yes, we sent over a contract earlier last week, please sign it." the matriach points at the contract on your table.

"yes well, it is a marriage contract, a legally binding one. i need time to think it through."

"what is there to think through? you get to marry into the minatozaki group, and solidify your business with the backings of our family, i see no reason that it's empty now."

you frown at that, those were the exact words your own father told you over the phone, you called him immediately after receiving the contract, he told you the same exact thing, ending the call immediately after.

you dont disagree with the benefits, you would just rather marry someone else. someone that you could be in love with, not sana minatozaki.

"mrs. minatozaki, as much as i understand the power and backing of your family. i am rather old-fashioned. i only believe in marriage out of love." you nod solemnly to the older woman.

she lets out a trained laugh and holds her daughter's hands like they're her prize and tool. "love? you don't think that you could love my daughter?"

"mrs. minatozaki, i didn't mean it in that way-"

"so, what way did you mean it? my daughter sana," you say, watching as her daughter stands up from the couch, tall and proud, just like her mother, and smiling at you in that coy smile. "she has a line of suitors far longer than you could imagine; you should reconsider."

"mrs. minatozaki' please if i may-"

she holds her palm up, completely stopping you from speaking. "enough. here's what we're going to do: a three-month commitment. truly court my daughter for three months, and if you can honestly tell me you aren't in love with her, then i won't bother you with this matter for any longer."

"mrs. minatozaki, i think this is a completely archaic idea!" you exclaim, shocked to hear her say these plans. how quick she is to decide for her daughter's life.

"watch your tone. do not forget that your mother and I are well acquainted." she points her finger at you, and in a split second, she's back to that trained smile that is always so unnerving and threatening.

"i'm very sorry mrs. mintatozaki, please forgive my rudeness." you bow deeply at the woman. you return to your trained demeanor, letting mrs. minatozaki run your life for the next three months. who knows what she'll say to your mother if you decline?

both women get up promptly at the matriarch's signal, and you rush to walk them out of the manor. their resounding footsteps echo through the halls. the matriarch continues speaking of the three months of "dating," and you nod at every word in appeasement.

you assist them into their car, and soon they speed away from your manor. leaving you frustrated in your own driveway. by the time the sun has set, you finally return to your room.

--

the thought doesn't bother you anymore, while you were nervous at the idea of the minatozaki's pressing you on this marriage, you had gotten way too swamped with work.

in a week's time since the visit, you were giving a big presentation to shareholders and clientele. countless nights spent languidly going through the motions of collecting data for infographics and reports to extrapolate data. all part of your stressful day job.

a job that you take pride in, to take over the family business. dedicating years of your life to build the rapport needed for your father to put the company in your name.

you begin to wrap up on your final slide, indicating the prosperous quarter that your company has been seeing. beautiful graphics that display profit margins through the roofs. in every chair of that conference room sat a wide smile at your future projections.

"we expect to see a projection of 33% from our previous annual profits, along with more assets, and with the likes of a possible acquisition, this company will continue to flourish. thank you all for today." you conclude your presentation and smile to the many shareholders. they all stand and applaud you; you take a deep bow and shake hands.

the shareholders hound you, all gathered around in suits that costed more than the average house. they only bowed to the sound of money dropping into their pockets. so they push you, push your boundaries of how much you'll let them take.

mr. seki has always been the most persistent, asking for more money than he knew how to spend. so he stands before you, eyes twinkling and his grubby hands rubbing together like he found a gold mine.

you listen to him speak of the golden days with your father, business had little to regulations, making money was easier than breathing, but now he breaths down your neck for bonuses. the words travel in one ear and out the other, he forgets that you were a young child listening in to his discussions with your father.

before you know it, you hear that sharp clicking sound, the sound of sharp hard rubber hitting the tiled floor, you hear heels. short confident steps of a woman, and then you see it through the frosted glass, a womanly figure.

she's walking right into the conference room. then you notice the details: long brunette hair in waves, branded sunglasses atop her nose, a light pink suit adorned with blinding diamonds. behind her are bodyguards that tower over everyone. everyone's conversation stops at the sight of her, she stops right in front of you.

eyes strong and daring, she slips off her glasses and you recognize her, the woman of all your friend's dreams: sana minatozaki. more confident than ever, not being guided by her mother, she smiles that smile that you know your friends swoon over. delicate fingers slip off her glasses as she hands them to her assistant. eyes still focused on yours.

then she does it, grabs ahold of your tie, and slams her lips against yours. and you can hear it faintly, the sound of the shareholders all gasping, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. the searing kiss lasts so long, like a time loop. when she pulls back, you gasp for air, choking and doubling over coughing like you inhaled chili powder. all your presentation material spilling on the ground.

"sorry to cut the festivities short, gentlemen." she bows lightly, an amused smile underlying her sarcasm. "my fiancé and i have things to attend to, i'm sure you know how demanding your wife can be". she giggles at that, letting them all nod, and disperse.

"fiancé?" you cough out, still catching your breath. sana grabs ahold of your hand and drags you out the conference room, and out to the elevators. you watch her two bodyguards at your feet, ready to intervene with broad and thick builds.

they remind you much of your father's bodyguards. but you never wanted them because it just felt so unnatural to be followed by men who protected you.

sana stands before the elevator, and without missing a beat walks in, at the sound of the door opening. you get pulled by the two bodygaurds into the box. now you stand next to a smirking sana and two men who could break your spine ten times over.

you exit into the lobby, all the staff rising to their feet at the sight of you and miss minatozaki. greeting you all, as you rush to follow after sana. you have a sinking feeling if you don't that those two men behind you are going to toss you right into the ocean. right outside of the lobby, is the sight of the signature black marked sedan. a true sign of a minatozaki. like the fortress of a family, this car is far than capable of withstanding a nuke, how true this statement is? you never want to know.

sana is quick to sit herself inside, being guided by her chaffeur. you nod to him before sitting inside, seperated by the middle seat. the door closes and suddenly you feel claustrophobic.

the last time you spoke to sana was years ago, back in law school, you never did like her clique but they were everywhere. so you have interacted with her through case studies and presentations, steering clear of the intimidating minatozaki group. so much for avoiding them, now you're stuck in a car with the exact person you were avoiding all your life.

"mother is furious." she comments, grabbing her heels off her feet, tucking them into a compartment. you stare at her for a while, confused with what she means. "well?"

"miss minatozaki, i thin-"

"sana. just sana please." she corrects you.

"miss sana, please, you cannot barge into my shareholder meetings and attack me like that. that was unacceptable on all levels." you continue. loosening the tie that felt like it was choking you when she grabbed it. you slip it off your neck and into your pocket.

"i thought mother made it clear her expectations. you sign that marriage license, and we're good." she continues to correct you, disregarding your frustrations.

"sana. i apologize but i have been swamped with work, i cannot even begin to think about marriage." you complain.

"work? you marry into the minatozaki group and you'll never lift a finger. those infographics you put together were cute, but the minatozaki's never put themselves through work they can pass off to others. marry in, and we'll find a suitable ceo the second you say so." she is everything you stand against, a figurehead as the ceo is the last thing you want for your budding company.

"i think you are mistaken, miss sana. this company is me, i am this company, that will not change if i marry into the minatozaki group." you don't waver for a second, conviction running through your blood.

she smiles at that, "you are one of those. the ones that are married to their work before anything else." she takes a second to contemplate this thought, what would you bring to the minatozaki group? profit, drama, not a headache that's for sure.

"i'm going to let you in on a secret," she leans her head towards you. "like how you are married to your work, i am married to wealth. doesn't matter if you have a million mistresses, or a thousand bastard babys. as long as you don't smear the minatozaki name, you will fit right in."

"i do not think so miss sana. the minatozaki's are adamant about blood purity, they don't let bastards live." you explain. she smirks at that, you've clearly done your research about the minatozaki clan. "miss sana, please, me marrying into your family would not beneficial to you. i am too concerned with my own self to be a pawn for your clan." you finish, hoping they will let this issue to rest.

"you seem to know a lot about our family for someone who isn't interested marrying in." her eyebrow shoots up and with the snap of a finger, the bodyguard hands her a manila folder through the slit of the window.

"once again, we urge you to sign this. i hope we become lifelong partners, fiancé." she winks and steps out of the car. speaking to the chauffeur, and soon you're being driven by the minatozaki car, another car ready for sana in an instant.

now you're left with a manila folder, weighing heavier than anything else in the world. when you are sit in your armchair with the manila folder, nursing a nice drink to unwind, you finally untie the manila folder. opening the contents, you find the same contract on your coffee table. signed with sana's signature in the bottom, and another paper.

in a written letter from your own father, you nearly crumple the paper in your own hand. the clauses of placing your company in the hands of your father, all shareholder signatures at the bottom. indicating the removal of power. in another line it reads in big bold letters, date sana for three months or your company will be absorbed by your father.

you call up your father.

"father, this is ridiculous, you cannot do this to my company. why are you meddling now?"

"you insolent child, given the opportunity to grow your business, you choose instead to be selfish? i present to you the opportunity of a lifetime: marriage into the minatozaki group. and i've been told you're pushing their patience." his deep voice rumbles into the phone. "my final words are these: you want your company so bad, prove that you are committed to the minatozakis, then i will transfer the power back." he firmly states.

"i don't even have the time, father. my schedule is busy with the new year and final changes with new clientele."

"i've already spoken to your assistant, all work for you the next three months have been transferred to my coo. he will take over for the time being, i trust him to run my own company, so don't you go spouting nonsense about his credibility." you bite your tongue at the sight. how dare your father meddle in your company? one that you built up with your own hands. the only piece of yourself that wasn't controlled by your father.

"do not forget who raised you. i can take everything away." his voice booms through the speakers. he ends the phone call there. and you throw that phone like a baseball, shattering the device into pieces.

--

so you do date sana for three months, finding it absolutely absurd in the beginning. often visiting her wherever she traveled. when she was busy, you would send out bouquets in your absence. you tried your best to date her, devoting time to getting to know her better. she's like you remembered when you were younger, loud rambunctious and had an eye for all things expensive. you spent trips all over the globe within those three months.

it's a strange feeling. letting yourself rest, you can't remember the last time you went on a vacation other than in law school. here you are, lying in a lounge chair on a private beach in santorini. drinking mai tais while you stare into the horizon. confused with your own life right now.

it should've been the merger. you get antsy just at the idea of your father's coo leading the merger, but what can you do. that company is not "yours" right now. while you are trying to enjoy the sight of the bright sun and clear waters, you watch out of the corner of your eye as sana flirts openly with a resort worker.

hand on his bicep, leaning in to show more cleavage, all the while keeping a sultry smile on her face. you're done letting your life be decided for you. you walk over.

"hi honey, how is it going?" you smile towards her, leaning in for a quick kiss. holding her neck in place, as you watch the man walk away. you let her go.

"jealous?" she smirks.

"no. i need answers." you sit down in front of her. "why me?"

"what do you mean why me?" she sips on her cosmopolitan, not provoked by the question.

"why marry me? my father is well known, but we are not a conglomerate group, why do you wish to marry me? i provide nothing to the minatozaki group, it doesn't make sense. there's the watanabe clan, the abe clan, the ito clan. i really don't understand why my family."

"it's not your father or his companies, it's you." she points at you. still sipping her drink. she doesn't skip a beat, no hesitation in her words.

"i hold no power on the world stage, you would be well off marrying any clan." you try reasoning with her, beyond perplexed on why she chose you.

"the watanabe clan are dirty: plagued with dirty lust, the abe clan are ruthless killers, the ito clan has been known to kill their woman. so tell me, how much better off i will be marrying them?" she continues. face hardened.

"i see...they are not as great as their name." you stare at her. less perplexed but definitely confused.

"we all grew up together, all the heirs, i know them better than they know themselves. and i do not like what i see. but you and i didn't speak to each other." she signals for another cosmopolitan, thanking the staff member and digging through her bag. pulling out photos of you two when you were children at the annual balls.

"you are worlds better than all of them combined. i could see it in the way you never vied for my attention. they all were intact dogs, hoping to hump something by the end of the night."

"sorry for the assumptions," you offer. the way she looks away from you, watching the ocean. and letting out a long and heavy sigh. she tucks the photos away. "so, marriage out of convenience? is that all this is?"

"yes." she nods.

you grab the contract from your bag, signing it in front of her. and then placing it in her hands, "to a happy marriage sana minatozaki, i hope you can handle my snoring." you laugh.

she grins at the contract, and tucks it into her bag. "then i hope you can handle my kicking. you groan jokingly and laugh loudly, her joining you.

--

minatozaki weddings were no joke. halls lined with marble pillars with gold accents. dishes made out of the finest and purest porecelin. waiters dressed in their finest, not a single hair out of place. global leaders and their children attending, even if they had no ties to the minatozaki.

the grandiose hall with beautiful mirrors dating centuries ago. recovered artifacts from the edo period, adorning the shelves. the giant minatozaki family crest on the back wall. with long tables lined with wedding gifts. you stand next to sana as the reception procession continues into the night. many notable figures congratulating the marriage. as well as the intricate gifts being handed off to you. each gift being placed and documented by the minatozaki security team.

the minatozakis look happy, wearing traditional kimonos and inviting all the guests to talk about their daughters marriage.

even though the place is filled with laughter and happiness, you can't help but feel like you just entered a loveless marriage. where you are destined to avoid sana, she smiles at everyone, showering in the attention, while you can't wait to get back to work.

--

you had explained to sana you wanted a quiet honeymoon, one that was peaceful and relaxing. so you both went puglia, to enjoy the rich Italian culture and the beautiful greens and blues of the water.

sana spent nearly ever second of the day buying herself clothes while enjoying pestering you. often times dragging you along to carry her bags, and be at her beck and call. she calls it "conditioning for a happy marriage." you had rolled your eyes when you heard it, but you wanted a happy marriage too so you complied.

now you stand in the middle of puglia, taking photos of sana, at her request. for the third time that day.

"how many photos do you need sana?"

"as many as i want. stop talking, more clicking!" you get back to taking photos and letting her enjoy the scenery. it's quite nice being with sana, she may be a bit high maintenance, but she doesn' t overstep when it comes to your boundaries. letting you enjoy your own alone time and venturing through the city alone.

sometimes you bring back flowers or a small gift to her, all of which she happily enjoys with a warm smile.

--

after the honeymoon, its back to the real world. in which your father happily returned the company back to you. the merger had been successful, but you're still catching up on paperwork that only you could sign. in the coming months, sana has moved in.

living together has become a routine. when she moved into your manor, she claimed it was a nice change from her home. you were confused because her house was far more amenities, but you let her move in.

so, every morning and night, you spend time with her, sleeping in the same bed, drinking the same coffee, and sitting at the same dining table. you don't share more than a few words with her, but her presence has become a nice addition to your life.

she's made herself comfortable, her makeup products all lining your sink, heels filling the floor of the closet. her closet so big that she ordered construction to build her own walk-in.

often times you see her out lounging in the sun room doing yoga or pilates. or when she's in a good mood, she'll join you in your study room to do work herself.

she goes out at night frequently, so you make it a habit to stay up until she gets home. you know she's protected and safe with her trained bodyguards and chauffeur.

it just brings you a sense of comfort to bring her inside in case she's unwell. some nights she gets home with love bites all over her body, other nights she comes home drunk falling into your arms. you never comment on it.

she comments on your life first.

"do you...have someone special in your life?" she asks with a glass of wine in hand. you look up from your table, eyeing her in the doorframe.

"no, i'm married to my job." you look back at the work laid out for you, pushing glasses back up the bridge of your nose.

"have you slept with a woman before?" you stop your work, putting the pen down.

"sana, are we asking about each other's sex lives now?"

"well i can be curious, cant i? you always look so proper." she walks in to sit by you.

"well, yes in the past i have." you comment, a little thrown off with the line of questions. she nods her head and gives you her wine, you sip it and place it on the desk. "why do you ask?"

"we've never consummated our marriage, don't you think it's time?" she leans over, eyeing the work on your paper.

"what happened to marriage out of convenience?"

"marriage out of convenience could mean we're sex partners out of convenience," she smirks. she stands up, pushing the paper off to the side. you raise your eyebrow, trying to get her to stop messing with your work.

"sana."

"yes?" she takes the glasses off your face. a coy smile on her lips.

"we don't have to do this."

"i want to. do you?" she stands in your way, eyes trained on yours. a playful smile on her face. you get up to set your mind straight, no way were you sleeping with your non-wife.

"sana, please, you must be drunk." you walk past her, calling out to staff. "hi, could you please assist sana to bed." sana scoffs at you, flipping you off and pushing past the maid.

you return to your desk, eyebrows pushed together and a headache forming. but you can feel that spike in your stomach, you're sexually frustrated.

--

you've been actively avoiding being too close with sana. whenever she circles around, you scoot further away. opting for open spaces where she won't make sexual advances. rejecting her isn't fun either, she gets all pouty about it, but the way she makes you feel lately, has been dangerous. so you try your best to exercise restraint.

in the coming weeks it's harder and harder. some days she visits with your dress shirts tucked into a pencil skirt. walking in like a wet dream into your office. you will yourself to have self control but you can feel it slipping. the way you want to grab her, feel her skin under your fingertips, wanting to wrap around her.

today she manages to get under your skin. "darling, you must be so tired." she slides behind you. and starts massaging your shoulders, pressing the knots away.

you let her, feeling the tension release from your shoulders. her hands move expertly, and soon you feel more relaxed than ever. her hands begin to wander, sliding over your torso and frame. you turn to look at her, playful eyes staring back at you. you pull her into your lap, grabbing her neck for a kiss.

"i think it would be rather impolite of me to have our first time here in my office. maybe later?" you offer, playing with her pencil skirt.

"i don't care where we do it, as long as we do it now." she smirks and plays with your hair. you pull her up and place her atop your desk. walking quickly to close the door and drop the blinds.

she laughs when push her back, back hitting the desk, and then you lean over her. giving her a long kiss, before sliding your hands up her legs.

"come take what yours." she grins. you begin unbuttoning her shirt, hands trailing down until they reach her hips.

you kiss her fervently, moving towards her like a magnet. "yes miss minatozaki."

--

you might have to label yourself a sex addict, maybe a sana minatozaki addict actually. after sleeping with sana, you can't keep your hands off of her. often messaging her and taking days off to be around her.

it's unlike you, so unfocused and nonchalant about work. but you can't help it, sana feels like a drug and you need your supply. so here you are in your study, trying to clean up the smell of sex before your mother-in-law arrives. sana's an absolute vixen and trying to coax you into another round, but you know at any second her mother will walk into the house like its her own.

you spray a scent over top of the room urgently before closing the door behind you. a clingy sana kissing you deeply, trying so very hard to get you in bed with her.

"sana, no. your mother will be here any second." you force yourself to be the bad guy, pulling her arms off of you. to which she flicks your forehead.

"sana!" the sound of her voice booming like it's through a speakerphone. sana immediately tenses up, posture straight like a board.

"hi mother."

"glad to see you still recognize me." her mother chastises her. you watch the two woman, and you stay quiet. letting sana speak to her mother in a hushed tone, while you stand nearby.

it's hard to get a gauge on sana's mother, she's fierce and demanding. you also can't tell if she likes you, she keeps her distance. but you also can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. oftentimes she shows up requesting your presence at her events. but you play the part well as much as you can.

the older woman walks towards your living room, where she was months ago, and requesting you to marry her daughter. now she moves around your home like it's her own.

"now that you two have been happily married, it's important to discuss the next step." she starts. "we need heirs, multiple."

you and sana look at each other in horror.

"sana was the only heir in her generation of minatozaki's, i need you two to produce more than a single heir. to protect the minatozaki clan." she states firmly.

you groan into your hands, horrified at the conversation. and for the first time you see the matriach smile as she shows off photos of sana as a baby, cute as a button.

it does make you wonder about having a little sana running around, so you take the conversation topic in stride. letting the matriarch discuss traditions, schooling, extracurriculars and education to maintain the minatozaki standard.

sana is horrified to hear all this from her mother, but when she leaves, a light bulb turns on in her brain. then she smiles at you in that knowing smile.

"honey, come on, you heard my mother. we have to produce heirs. you know what that means?" then she wiggles her eyebrows as she drags you upstairs.

and you let her.

--

a/n: sana, sana, sana. she's been plaguing my mind recently. hope you enjoyed, proofreading is difficult work so i didn't do it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[paintedkinzy-88]

(So sorry i feel like im spamkmg yoyr ask box but i just rotate this au around in my brain like microve)

So i was checking out the posts linked through your coi au master post, and this part:

Did this this cut more deep than Donnie intended? Like does Leo still think about this one line even months past? Like does he think, as hes going on his nightly falling/flying sesions how his brothers couldnt even think of leaving april behind but didn't hesitate to leave him behind

Meanwhile donnie and bros dont see it that that. They see leo as equal, even without wings, they never once thought of it as leaving him behind. Because hes their brother, theyd NEVER leave him behind.

But then that got me thinking... did they accidentally like ACTUALLY leave leo behind that first night donnie made his wings. Cause i can see donnie and the ither two being caught up in the joy of flying together for the first time, maybe going too fast for leo to keep up on the rooftops, cementing the idea in his head that his bros dont need him.

This is long winded lol i just got angst on my mind 😭

Spam me all you want!! I may not be able to promise I’ll get to every ask I ever receive, I just don’t have that time, but I CAN promise that I see, read, and overthink everything anyone sends me (ง’̀-‘́)ง So send away!!

As for your question: Absolutely, yes, that moment struck Leo down to his core — but not like. Personally. He knows Donnie didn’t mean it like that! Realistically, he understands that his brothers/sister care just as much about him as he does about them. They’d never purposefully leave him behind!! At the end of the day, he trusts that, should he ever get seriously knocked down, his family would turn right back around to help him get back up.

But he still has a MAJOR barrier that he sees between them. One that Donnie AND April are now able to literally fly over. And now that he’s outnumbered, that wall feels even higher than before. He’s not alone, not ever, but it certainly feels like it sometimes…

And all of that is exactly why he doesn’t want to say anything. He not only feels a little silly to have this impossible dream in the first place (his hoard is literally birds and butterflies and shit, that’s so weird and pathetic, isn’t it???), but he doesn’t WANT them to worry about him. He doesn’t want them to turn tail and come back just to make sure he’s keeping up with them. He can’t hold them back like that!

It’s better to pretend he’s on the same level, train himself into the ground (even literally if that’s what it takes) to prove he’s on the same level, make them focus on his stellar swimming skills that are (to them) on par to their flying, than for them to ever realize that all he’ll ever do is look up at them from below.

Also, yes, after Dee made his first fully functioning flight pack, they all went on a quick flight around the city. April was the one to suggest they move it to the ocean so Leo could at least keep up with them and cheer them on…

[hells-wasabii]

HELLOOO I HOPE UR DOING WELLLL!!!🤗🫵💕💕

can i request a rosie x female reader? i dont mind any scenario!

A/N: YESSSS THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME WRITERS CHOICE ON THIS ONE I LOVED IT. I'm seriously weak for Rosie, like its not even funny anymore. I don't have a whole lot of requests for her either, which is pretty disappointing, but that's okay! That just means that I get to look forward to writing those reqs even more! like a delicacy

Character: Rosie

Type: Headcanons+Drabble (Rosie x fem!reader cuddling hcs, Fluff)

Sometimes after an especially long day of handling business at the emporium and/or dealing with the happenings of Cannibal Town, she’ll just want to whisk you away to unwind with her. She’ll want nothing more than an hour or so lying up on the couch with you to recuperate after a long day. You don’t even have to talk, she’s perfectly content listening to the soft lull of music from the radio or even the gentle inhale and exhales of your breathing. The two of you have absolutely accidentally fallen asleep there too. 

While I don’t see the overlord being particular about being big spoon or small, I think so long as That’s not to say the leader of Cannibal Town doesn’t have a favorite

Rosie’s favorite cuddling position is she loves listening to your heartbeat in your chest. Sometimes, just for her own enjoyment, she’ll either trail her fingers or ever so lightly graze her nails along your arm or even better just under your shirt, trailing up to your ribcage. She loves to hear your breath hitch and your heart start pounding. It’s gratifying to know that she has that sort of effect on you.

She’ll openly tease you about it too, though how she does it is often up in the air. Sometimes she’ll play coy and do it again, others she’ll outright call you out, mentioning that a heart beating that fast simply can't be healthy.

“Why don’t you stay for the night?”

It had been your own suggestion, you lived in an entirely different district and, Overlord or not, it wouldn’t be right to let Rosie go all the way back to Cannibal Town at such an hour.

Famous last words as it turned out. 

It wasn’t often that Rosie stayed over at your place, but it did happen on occasion. It was wonderful. The two of you cooked and ate dinner together, you’d even convinced the overlord to watch a movie with you, granted it was an older film, but wonderful nonetheless.

Now, the following morning there was a problem.

Rosie had her head on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your middle and a leg hooked around yours. Her usually neatly kept hair was now

No, the problem lies with you. You were afraid to move, nearly afraid to breathe even. You were afraid that if you moved, you would wake her, and, shit, she looked so beautiful. There was something about waking up with the one that you love, the warmth, the comfort. It made you want to stay like this forever, basking in the early morning glow. If you had your way, you would. 

“I know you’re awake, darling.” Ah, so you’d been caught.

You couldn’t help the easy smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. “What gave it away?”

“I can hear your heart racing.” And you knew she was right. How could it not be when the love of your afterlife was lying entangled with you as she was?

What you wouldn’t give to wake up like this every morning? Perhaps it was time to finally broach the topic of possibly moving in together. Hmm, that was a topic for a little later down the line, you decided as you let yourself relax in the early morning. For now, you’d just enjoy this while it lasted until the two of you came to decide that it was time to get out of bed.

[darklcy]

I know the aot headcanons u posted were written kind of a while ago but I’d be interested in any hcs u have about jean and Connie!!

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 ☆ | attack on titan masterlist

hey anon!! im glad you asked i actually have playlists for both of them if you're interested >:)

≫ jean

≫ connie

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍:

pining god. a yearner. a piner. the eyes chico they never lie

when he has a crush on someone, its obvious to everyone else 

he tries to be funny but he just looks sweaty. constantly staring at you but when you meet his eyes he blatantly looks away. 

ofc you don’t notice

When you two do get together, you had to be the one to ask him out.

he really tried his best, but when he approached you privately with his face looking like a tomato, you smiled and pecked his cheek, and he just about exploded

SIR PENTIOUS FROM HAZBIN. THATS BASICALLY JEAN

he is a sweetie tho :,) opens the door for you, hand on your lower back, puts himself between you and the street.

Whenever you compliment him hes the same as eren where he tries to act coy 

"pfft. nahh."

meanwhile his face is beet red

unironically into harry styles, 1975, arctic monkeys

gets really mad at iphone games like flappy bird lmfao

“I dont even like tiktok that much” (always scrolling through his fyp)

“Hey jean, can you pass me my phone?” “No,” while passing you your phone.

cheesy pick up lines like: “How are you, Jean?” “Better now that you’re here.” 

The trend of “whos your celebrity crush” cutting to “no one is more beautiful than my amazing partner” except hes serious

when he sees you trying to lift something heavy, he goes “here, i got it,” and takes it from you without asking.

Dont try to fight him either, he really, really insists

And i KNOW THIS MAN CAN COOOOOK. 

You wake up and hes making eggs or pancakes, whatever u want with a smile. UGHHH

Listens to music while he does it

More than a woman by the bee gees i know yall remember

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄:

simp.

simp simp simp simp

constant “DAYUUUUM”s from him

I dont think he’d have a confidence issue with flirting. If he likes someone hes straight up

“Hey, you’re really attractive. Can i take you out?”

he's direct and up front, but that adds to the appeal honestly

loves to ask questions about you, your life, your hobbies, wants to know every little detail about you

not really into people asking about his life, but he's not closed off either, so he’ll open up

Also has a vape LOL

I think he’d have one tattoo maybe behind his ear since his hair is buzzed, but only one

also one earring, a silver hoop

drives a car that has a loud engine because of course he does

I feel like hed drive a B&M or a dodge charger

anyways hes really sweet also

but just because yall are dating doesnt mean he wont be silly. he's constantly annoying you

“Babe what are you doing” “babe whats that” “babe how much longer”

pokes you. a lot

would jokingly burp and blow it in your face

“Eww, god connie.” “I’m just showing you my love, do you not want my affection?”

Rage gamer to the MAX

If anyone of you watch jake webber:

Hes in the kitchen streaming, while carrington his roommate can be heard screaming from the other room

YOU AND CONNIE FR

you love him <3

[miz-chase]

my thoughts on t4t bones are basically temperance temper ftm!brennan who transitioned long before seeley booth or the wider world ever heard of him, so from booths perspective its the beautiful chain combo of 'oh shit am i gay? this man is making me question my manhood -> ohh okay he's a lady okay maybe i dont have to question my manhood -> he very much is NOT a lady and has pointed out that i barely have any manhood that isnt absurdly constructed in reaction to my upbringing and social circles -> multi-year gap where temper writes bestseller after bestseller about agent andrea and being EXTREMELY passive aggressively coy and winking about how she's based on 'a VERY special encounter with a very special FBI agent' every time the interviewers ask him how he can write such convincingly strong female character and the first time booth tries to pick a girl up with The Line he gets as far as "she's based on m-" before noping out or having the egg finally crack, and then series continues as otherwise normal with your mtf!booth

GENIUS PURE GENIUS I LOVE IT YES YES YES

[brummiereader]

PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (PART NINE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: As Tommy continues to try and change for the better, you end up deceiving him by keeping some recently learnt news from his knowledge. How long will you be able to hide your secret before Tommy finds out? And has he truly changed?

Warnings: Language, smut, fluff, angst, psychological mind games, toxic marriage, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Authors note: There will be another little cameo from my lovely mutual @call-sign-shark OC, Heaven in this chapter. The song Heaven teaches Y/N is a french nursery rhyme called "Dans sa maison un grand cerf". I can't recommend enough to go and check out her amazing series "Heaven in You Eyes" the last chapter had me in tears!

"Hey you" Tommy said with a smile on his face as you lifted your head from his chest.

" Hi" you replied moving in closer to press your lips to his as his hand gently held onto the side of your head. "Have you been watching me sleep Tommy?" You giggled pulling away as you rested both your arms on his stomach looking up at him through your lashes.

" You caught me" he smiled as he brushed the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Beautiful" he said as his thumb traced along you jaw line taking in your delicate features.

" Even in the morning?" You flirted, as you rubbed small circles on his chest with the tip of your finger.

"Even the morning" he repeated with a smile, his mouth slightly agape as his thumb came down to gently brush across your bottom lip. Leaning forward Tommy cupped the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours, his other hand gently stroking up and down your neck as your tongues quickly intertwined in a passionate embrace.

" Y/N..." Tommy moaned your name, lifting your leg over his waist as he pushed his body into your hips, the heat rapidly rising within him, all self-control he once had quickly fading.

" Tommy maybe we should..."

"...Stop" he said reluctantly pulling away as you nodded, biting you bottom lip feeling guilty you had spurred him on.

" Ok" he replied clearing his throat as you dropped your leg from his waist, gingerly looking back at him as he pulled the covers over his body. You had both been taking things slow ever since the night Tommy got shot, the night he promised you change. And things had change. Over the past four weeks Tommy had done everything he possibly could to redeem himself. You had given him a second chance, and as the days passed by Tommy had proven to you that his words were genuine, he wanted to be a better man. The only question now was, would it last?

" What time are you leaving for work?" You asked as you got up heading to the bathroom, closing your dressing gown around you as Tommy watched you walk away, his fingers tracing over the bed sheets where you had been sleeping.

"Nine" he said sitting up, brushing his hand down his face as he watched you walk in and out of his view from the bedroom.

" I was...erh, thinking" he said standing up, making his way over to you. " Why dont you come into the city with me. After i'm done with some business we can go into town for lunch" he suggested as he lit a cigarette leaning against the door frame, his eyes following your reflection in the mirror as you got dressed.

"Thomas Shelby are you peaking?" you coyed with a playful smile as you poked your head around the door, covering your upper body with your arm.

"Can you blame me?" he replied, a cheeky grin dancing on his lips as he moved his head to look around the door still restricting his view.

" Tommy..." you affectionately warned holding the door closer to your body as he relented and stepped back. " I'm supposed to be meeting Ada to pick out a dress today" you called out as you sat on the edge of bath pulling your stockings up, clasping them to the suspenders around your waist.

" A dress?" he questioned taking a drag of his cigarette as he walked over to sit on the end of the bed. Resting his arms on his knees Tommy rubbed the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger as he looked down at the ground, biting his inner cheek as he mulled over his thoughts. Walking out the bathroom now fully dressed you made your way over to your husband placing yourself between his knees, your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands came up the side of your legs, caressing small circles into your waist.

"For Polly's birthday party, remember?" you replied, as your fingers stroked the back of his neck sending a shiver of goosebumps down his body.

" Let me take you instead, hm? " he asked standing up as you giggled in response, swaying your hips in his hands as his fingers spread across your waist, settling deeper into the light fabric of your skirt.

" You want to come dress shopping with me?"

" What? You don't want your husband's help eh? he smiled as you bit your bottom lip, playfully toying out your response.

" Ok then, but no complaining" you answered as your hands moved up his arms coming to rest on his shoulders.

" Not a word" he replied as he placed a tender kiss to your lips, his hands pulling you closer as you leant into his strong hold around you, unable to stop the smile forming on the corners of your mouth. You was happy, finally.

You had spent most of the morning in the offices, talking to the receptionists whilst you waited for Tommy to finish. You couldn't escape the playful teasing of how besotted your husband was with you from the women in the room each time Tommy left his office to check on you between meetings. Every glance he would send your way, every smile that played on his lips when you looked at him through the glass of his office window made you feel like a giddy teenager again, wanting to spend every minute with him, a far cry from a few months ago.

"Then force her" he said brushing his hand down his face irritated by the conversation he was having with the other person on the phone. Quietly walking into his office Tommy sent you a smile, watching you walk around the room as you eyes skimmed over all the various books and ornaments adorning his office shelf. " Get it done, else I'll come down there and make them take it myself" he said slamming the phone down, leaning back in his chair as he looked down at the the small piece of green paper in front of him.

" Who was that?" You asked as you sat between his legs on the edge of his office desk.

" Just business sweetheart" he said rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he watched your eyes curiously dart to the piece of paper next to him.

"Sounded serious"

" It was. But nothing for you to worry about" he replied as he stood up placing the note in his jacket pocket. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Tommy pressed his lips to yours. " Been wanting to do that all morning" he said as he pulled away.

" Then why didn't you?" You asked standing up, straightening out his tie.

" Can't have the ladies thinking I'm anymore besotted with you than I already am, can I? He said as a smiled creased the corners of his mouth.

" You heard?" You said, feeling the heat rise in your face as your cheeks blushed in embarrassment at the thought of Tommy overhearing a bunch of women gossiping.

" Everything" he chuckled as he took your hand leading you to the door. " Come on, let's go find you that dress"

It had been almost an hour since you and Tommy entered the dress shop in downtown Birmingham, the most expensive one in the city, he had insisted. Standing up Tommy walked over to the shop window taking a drag of his cigarette as he took out his pocket watch, clearing his throat as his eyes widened at how long you had been in there.

" Jesus..." he said quietly as he placed his watch back into his tailored waist coat.

" I'm sorry" you apologised putting your hands on his shoulders, stroking down his back as he turned around to face you. "She's gone to get a dress from storage" you said as he looked down at you.

" No wonder you ladies come in twos" he chuckled as he brushed his hand down your arm whilst you looked back at all the gowns lying on top of the counter. "I'm afraid I won't be much help darling" he said, unable to hold back his smile at the frustrated expression on your face.

" I just...I don't like any of them. Maybe I should just borrow one of Ada's" you said looking around the shop as you bit the corner of your lip.

" Come on, let's go have a look" he said taking your hand as he led you over to a rack of evening gowns." This one's nice " he said pulling out a black gown.

" Ohh um, yeh it's lovely" you said as you tilted your head at the gown in his hand. High neckline, short sleeves with a lace finish. A dress more suited for a woman your mother's age.

" Oh no no no Mr Shelby" the seller said walking over with another gown under her arm, quickly putting back the one in Tommy's hand. " A woman as beautiful as your wife should be wearing a gown to match" she divulged as she showed you the one in her hand.

"Ohh wow" you said brushing your hand over it, your face lighting up at the silver sequinned dress now in front of you "Tommy?" You questioned, looking back to your husband as he reached his hand out, moving his thumb along the low cleavage.

" Nobody will be able to take their eyes off her" the seller insisted pulling out the hem of the dress as the sun beamed through the windows, reflecting off each small silver sequin sewn into it. Clearing his throat Tommy tilted his head as he looked over the dress again, his fingers brushing over the thin straps looped through the hanger.

" It's just a dress" you said as you tried to reassure him, noticing how uncomfortable he had become.

" Just a dress..." He repeated as he looked back to you then the owner of the shop. " Whatever my wife wants" he said letting go of the gown placing his cigarette back between his lips.

" Perfect" the owner responded as she walked off to box it up.

" Thank you" you expressed turning to face your husband as you placed your hands on his chest. Taking a drag of his cigarette Tommy looked down at you his eyes lingering on yours until, without saying another word he brushed past you, walking to the counter.

" I'll wear something else for Polly's birthday, I'll take the dress back tomorrow" you said turning to face your husband as you drove back to Arrow House, worried you had pushed him too far.

" You don't like it anymore?"

" I do. You don't like it Tommy" you replied as he let out a sigh, griping the steering wheel tighter.

" I like it Y/N, it's just..." he said as he tried to find the right words. Stopping the car, Tommy turned to face you cupping your cheeks in his hands. " I'm a jealous man darling. I don't like when other men look at you the way they do. I know what they're thinking sweetheart, and it's nothing good"

" Tommy, you're my husband. Let them think what they want, the only man I'm going home with is you, the only man I want is you" you said as you placed a kiss to his lips your hand softly cupping around his jaw. Pulling away you was met with your husband smiling back at you, his eyes glistening at your words of devotion and loyalty.

" Right, let's get back home eh?" he said with a proud grin on his face as something in the corner of your eye grabbed your attention.

" Oh god, Tommy look! The poor thing" You said as he was about to start the car when you opened the door and jumped out.

"Y/N! " Tommy shouted as he opened the drivers side door, running out after you. " Y/N, stop!" He yelled as he caught up to you grabbing you by the arm, pulling you into him as you was about to step into a pond at the side of the road.

" Tommy we need to help it!" you said as you looked up at him then back to the small fawn caught in the fencing on the opposite side of the water.

" Don't ever run off like that again!" Tommy shouted breathlessly, holding your back firmly in his hand as panic over took him, his grip on you tightening.

" I'm sorry...i'm sorry" you sobbed looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest, his heart rapidly beating under your fingers. Running his hand down his mouth Tommy looked over to the trapped animal then around the pond in front of him.

" We can't help it Y/N" he said as he started to remove his gun from its holster.

" Tommy no, wait!" You pleaded as you grabbed his hand lowering the gun." I'll go through the pond to get to it "

" It's too dangerous, we don't know how deep it is " he said as he raised his gun again.

" Please Tommy, it's just a baby" you replied as you looked back to the small animal and it's mother watching on from within the tree line. Looking down at you Tommy let out a sigh as he put his gun back into its holster.

" The things I do for you, eh" he gave in as he took his jacket, holster and pocket watch off handing them to you. " Stay there " he commanded as he rolled his shirt sleeves up placing his pocket knife between his teeth as he waded into the water.

You watched on as Tommy reached the opposite side of the bank, slowly approaching the small fawn trapped within the fencing. Taking his knife, Tommy started cutting around the wire fencing loosening the animal free." I did that for her bloody benefit not yours, go on" he muttered under his breath as he lightly tapped the side of the animal, watching it run off back into the forest. Relief washing over you, you watched as your husband made his way back through the water, a small giggle escaping your lips when he nearly slipped on the rocks below him.

"That funny, eh?" He said as he approached the edge of the pond with his hand out for you to help him up.

" I'm sorry I couldn't help it...Tommy no!" You screamed as he pulled you in with him, both of you crashing into the water together as you held onto him.

" Look at me! " you said standing up, brushing your hands down your soaking clothes, the sound of Tommy laughing only angering you more.

" I'm looking sweetheart" he flirted as he looked down at your drenched clothes hugging tightly against your body. Playfully hitting his chest you bit your bottom lip as you too looked down at his strong body visible through his soaked shirt.

" Come on, c'mere " he said wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your lips, the heat quickly rising within you both as your tongues brushed against eachother, desire coursing through your bodies.

Stumbling through the bedroom door your hands were all other one another, lips desperately clinging onto each other.

" You sure?" Tommy said breathlessly pulling away as he looked down at you. Nodding you crashed your lips back onto his, both of you frantically removing each others wet clothing as he walked you backwards to the bed.

" Fuck Y/N..." Tommy groaned as he pushed his hard length into you, scrunching his eyes shut at the feeling of your warm heat engulfing him. " I've missed you" he moaned into the side of your face as his hand brushed over your nipple cupping your breast in his palm.

" I've missed you too" you said just as he caught your lips again, brushing his tongue over yours as he rocked himself into you.

" Tommy..." you moaned his name as his hand came up to cup your cheek, his eyes never once leaving yours as he watched your face flush in pleasure. " I love you" you confessed as he urgently pressed his lips back onto yours, a surge of electricity coursing through his body at the three words he had been so desperate to hear freely leave your lips.

" I love you too, I love you so fucking much" he said with his lips still on yours, his movements quickening as you whined and moaned desperately into eachother mouths, unable to hold back the rising heat within yourselves.

" Don't stop, I'm so close" you cried out as you arched your back up, grinding your hips along to his rhythm. With one more thrust into you, Tommy sent you over the edge as you clung to his body, moaning his name as the pleasure he brought you to ran through your body. The sight of you coming undone had Tommy approach his release quicker than he could handle.

"Ohh fuck! Y/N...i'm gonna cum..." he moaned in lagged breaths as he grabbed hold of your waist looking down at himself moving in and out of you, your wetness coating his throbbing length.

"Tommy wait, pull out!" you told him as you pushed down on his shoulders. So enthralled in his own pleasure your words went ignored as Tommy resisted your movements, grunting as he took your hands, pinning them above your head, releasing his arousal into you with a loud primal groan. Coming down from his high Tommy's grip on your wrists loosened as he finally looked down at you. Beads of sweat clung to his face as he furrowed his brow in confusion, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

"Tommy?" You said as you reached your hand up to his cheek, the sudden change of expression on his face unnerving you. Pushing your hand away Tommy pulled out of you as he looked down at his release spilling out of you onto the bed sheets.

" Don't want my child then?" he said as laid down beside you, resting his forearm across his head.

" I do Tommy, I do" you assured him as you turned to face.

" Can't bring yourself to carry my baby inside of you, is that it?" he scoffed as he clenched his jaw refusing to meet your eyes.

" What...no, its not like that at all. I want to have a child with you Tommy, I do. But we've only just gotten to a good place. I just want it to be the two of us for a while" you said as you mentally scolded yourself for not being more open with him about the subject. " Please, don't be like this, I'm sorry ok. I love you" you said moving yourself closer to him, your chest resting on his. Sighing Tommy turned to face you as his hand came up to play with the hair loosely framing your face.

" I want you to bare my children Y/N. But I'll wait, ok? He said as he held firmly onto your chin. "I'll wait until you're ready" nodding you nervously looked up at him as his thumb started to dig into your skin.

" I'm just gonna go clean..."

" No. Stay with me"

" But..."

" Nobody gets pregnant just like that darling, plus it's a little too late to do anything about it" Tommy chuckled as he pulled you down back into his chest. " You're tired, come on let's sleep" he said as he settled further into the bed his arm gripping tightly around you.

One month later...

"Darling we need to leave" Tommy called out from the foyer, as you stood up from the toilet having just thrown up the contents of your stomach.

" I'm coming" you said pushing the strands of hair away from your face as you approached the sink, bringing a handful of water to your lips. Looking at your self in the mirror you straightened out your dress, as your hand nervously came to rest over your stomach, tears threatening to escape your eyes at the predicament you had found yourself in. You wasn't ready for this, you hadn't even told Tommy about the little secret you had been hiding from him for the past week. You had contemplated going to a doctor, in the hopes he would refute your suspicions but Tommy knew every doctor in the county. Instead you got hold of an address of a woman who lived in London. A midwife that also gave help and advice to women who wanted to prevent pregnancy and terminate it, help she offered you when she confirmed your pregnancy after a simple examination. How long could you keep this from him? And why hadn't you told him? As the questions relentlessly rang in your ears, you kept coming to the same answer, you was scared. Scared he would slip into his old ways, that his cruel torment would return. Now carrying his child, the fear only magnified. Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts you opened your bedroom door and made way down the stairs, your hand brushing along the banister as Tommy turned around to look at you.

" So how do I look?"

" Beautiful Y/N, you're beautiful" he said brushing his thumb down your cheek as he looked you over, his eyes glancing down at your exposed cleavage.

" It's not too much?"

" No, no" he said as he pinched his bottom lip, his eyes lingering on yours until you closed the gap between you, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

"Shall we go?" You said linking you arm with his as you leaned into his strong frame.

" Bring my car around" Tommy said looking to one of the young servants dutifully waiting by the door.

"Yes Mr Shelby. Good evening Mrs Shelby" he smiled nodding to you as he walked off. Scoffing Tommy watched as the young man walked outside, his jaw quickly tightening. Did he just look down your cleavage? Tommy brooded as paranoia slowly overtook him, his patience hanging on by a thread.

" It's cold outside" Tommy said picking up your fur shawl from behind you, placing it around your shoulders as he brought the front together. Smiling up to him you clutched the shawl around you as you both stepped out the house.

" Look at my wife like that one more time, and I'll make sure you never see again" Tommy quietly warned the young man as he took the car keys from him, his hand firmly digging into his shoulder.

"Mr Shelby I didn't..."

"Tommy we're gonna be late" you called as you sat in the car waiting for him.

" Coming darling" he said letting go, his eyes darkening as he stared the young servant down one last time.

Polly's party was in full swing, half of small heath was crammed into the small pub for the celebration, a celebration Polly refused to call a birthday party. Arthur had to coax her into simply blowing out the candles on her cake. All hopes of her celebrating her birthday were finally lost when Arthur started giving a drunken speech on her behalf, which she and everyone else stopped listening to after the first word. Sitting down next to Polly, Ada and Heaven you slowly sipped the champagne in your hand, feeling its effects already.

" You look happy" Polly said turning to face you, a lit cigarette in her fingers as she nodded in the direction of her nephew sitting at the bar.

" We are Polly" you said loudly over the music looking over to your husband, butterflies filling your stomach as he sent a smile your way. "He's really trying, it's not like before" you added as you raised the glass black to your lips, giggling as the bubbles ran down your throat.

" Hm" she hummed as she looked you over then back to Tommy. " The offer still stands love" she said looking into your eyes, her hand resting in yours as you scrunched your brow in confusion. "Right, I'm gonna go find myself a man for the night " she announced to you all as she stood up leaving the table, Ada and Heaven unable to stop the giggles leaving their lips at Polly's bluntness. Grabbing another glass of champagne you quietly sat there, as you mulled over your thoughts. Why would Polly say that? Did she think Tommy was being ingenuine? As you continued to drink your worries away, one of your husband's men approached him, whispering in his ear whilst he handed him a piece of paper, Tommy's eyes instantly darting to you, his jaw tightening at the the words entering his ear. Folding the paper in half Tommy placed it in his suit pocket as he dismissed the man standing beside him. Turning his head down to the whisky glass in his hand Tommy swirled the amber liquid around in a circle as he looked to you through hooded eyes, his teeth grinding down on eachother. He was angry, but most of all confused at the news he had just been given.

" Tommy Tommy, fucking hell you gotta see this" Arthur said laughing as he walked over to his brother putting his arm around his shoulder.

" What is it Arthur?" Tommy said his mood now soured by the information he had received.

" It's Y/N shes bloody singing" Arthur snickered, quickly covering his mouth as he looked at the unamused expression on his brothers face.

" What?" Tommy said as Arthur walked with him to your table.

" Heavens been teaching her a French song, something about a rabbit and a dear...i don't fucking know"

" Tommy!" you smiled as he approached the table, taking in your drunken state, his fingers pinching his brow as frustration mounted within him. "I've been learning French, listen"

" Y/N..." Tommy huffed, irritated by the whole situation.

" Cerf, cerf ouvre-moi ou le ( Dear dear open up, or the )..." you started to sing as you looked to Heaven, forgetting the next word.

"Chasseur (Hunter)" Heaven said taking a sip of her red wine looking at Tommy above the glass as a smirk played on her lips.

" Chasseur me tuera, lapin, lapin entre et vien, me serrer le main (Hunter will kill me, rabbit rabbit come on in, won't you shake my hand)" you giggled as Tommy's eyes quickly darted to Heaven's piercing into him. You may not have understood the lyrics but Tommy certainly did. Now glaring back at the white haired woman Tommy gripped the back of your chair, as anger began to boil within him.

" Does is sound familiar Thomas?" She said as she gracefully placed one arm over the other, a smile on her lips as she tilted her head, waiting for a response.

" Is my angel up to no good, ay?" Arthur chuckled as leant down, nuzzling a kiss into her neck.

" Y/N up, come on. You're drunk" Tommy said ignoring everyone as he lifted you up out of the chair by your arm, his eyes darting back to Heaven whose expression had quickly changed from amusement to anger.

" How much have you had to drink?" He asked as he took you to one side.

" Only a few glasses. Dance with me Tommy, like we used to do when we were young" you said wrapping your arms around his neck as you began to sway your hips. With Heavens blatant attempt to anger him, Tommy's patience was wearing thin, he was seconds from snapping.

" Y/N" Tommy said as he held onto your waist stopping your movements.

"Mmm? You responded as you played with the back of his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

" Are you hiding something from me?"

" What?..no" You replied letting go of him finally paying him attention, the fuzzy feeling of the champagne inhibiting any notion to what Tommy could be referring to. Sighing through his nose Tommy brought his hand up to your cheek his thumb resting under your chin as his eyes glanced down to your stomach then back at you.

" We'll talk about it tomorrow" he said looking around the room as he cleared his throat ." Let's go home, you need to rest"

It was the middle of the night when you woke up nuzzled into Tommy's side, his arm tightly wrapped around you. Looking up you watched as his eyes flickered under his eyelids whilst your fingers gently stroked over the scar of his gunshot wound, the memories of the day suddenly flooding back, the day he almost died. Leaning up you pressed a kiss to his cheek as a surge of love ran through you. You loved him, you really did, and yet you were lying to him. You knew how much he wanted children, and here you was cruelly keeping the information from him that you was already carrying his child, the guilt was becoming too much. Sitting up you gently placed his arm down onto the bed as you grabbed your night gown. Quietly closing the door behind you, you made you way downstairs, sleep had evaded you and your thoughts had taken over, you needed a distraction. Walking into Tommy's office you turned on one of the small lights as you eyed up the shelf in front of you filled with books. Pulling one off the shelf you walked around Tommy's desk, sitting down in the large leather chair in front of it. A smile graced your lips as you turned your head to see a framed picture of you and Tommy on your wedding day. Darting your eyes back to the book in your hand, your brow scrunched as you turned in your chair once again, facing his desk and the black book sitting in front of the photo frame, the green piece of paper you saw Tommy putting in his pocket all those weeks ago poking out of it. Leaning forward you looked to the door then back at the book as you bit your bottom lip. Curiosity getting the better of you, you reached your hand out, sliding it to you as you looked at the door one last time. Pulling the piece of paper out your brow quickly furrowed at the small writing within the pages of the notebook as you tried to make sense of what the dates and times jotted down meant. " What the hell is this? you muttered to yourself as you quickly flicked through the pages until you got to the last one when your eyes widened in shock.

"10th November 1926. Lunch with Ada at the Midland Hotel. Arrived 12h39 left 14h10" it was dated from a few days ago, the day you and Ada had gone into Birmingham for the afternoon. He had been following you. Suddenly feeling sick your hand came up to your mouth as panic quickly built within you. Tears started to well in your eyes as you flicked through more of the pages..." 8th November 1926. Seen leaving the corner shop on Watery Lane at 9h56, 29th October 1927. Seen talking to a man leaving the company offices at 11h56, 28th October 1926...27th, 26th, 25th...The only gap between dates was when you had ran away three months ago. Swallowing harshly you turned to the first page, "18th November 1918. Left for the market with her mother at 8h30". He had been following you since his return from France. Tears now streaming down your face, you closed the book pushing it away from you, the green piece of paper still in your hand. Shaking your head you brushed the tears from you face as you opened the small note, a gasp leaving your lips in horror at what was written. It was a prescription for Phenobarbital, in brackets...(sedative), two doses per day prescribed not to Tommy but to your very own mother.

" Y/N?" You heard Tommy call from the bottom of the stairs. Frantically wiping the tears from your eyes you folded up the piece of paper sliding it within the pages of the book, placing it back in front of your wedding photo " Darling, what are you doing down here?" he said walking into his office as you looked up at him, trying to force a smile out.

" I couldn't sleep" you said as you stood up turning away to wipe the relentless flow of tears falling down your face.

" Are you crying?" He asked approaching you as you stumbled over to the window, your legs almost buckling under you." Y/N talk to me" Tommy said concern in his voice as he turned you around.

" I, I was just looking at our wedding picture" you said glancing back it over your shoulder.

" Ok. And it's that bad it made you cry?" he chuckled as he pushed your hair from your face.

" No its...we've come so far" you said as you looked down at the floor, your fingers nervously pulling at eachother.

" Come on sweetheart let's go back to bed, you need to rest. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow" Tommy said pressing a kiss to your forehead bringing you into his arms, when his eyes darted to the black book on his desk. It was no how he left it. Letting go Tommy stared down at you, his jaw clenching as anger started to quickly build within him. With one quick glance to him you let go, turning to go back upstairs.

" I'll be up in a minute" Tommy said as he watched you leave the room. " Ohh sweetheart, why did you have to go and ruin everything" Tommy chuckled darkly under his breath as he adjusted the position of his book. Sitting back in his chair, Tommy lit a cigarette, exhaling the fumes up to the ceiling as a wicked grin formed on his lips, his eyes darkening as a mischievous glint shone in the corner of his irises.

He was back. Had he even left?

NEXT PART

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[tubchunk]

me spitting out all my thoughts here as i watch tubbo's vod

"YEP innocent" "innocent to me" yeah like qtubbo doesnt give a shit if fred is bad, he will burn it all down to find her

"its time for me to step into the sun, you know? and who cares if everyone else burns?" HOLY FUCKKKKKKKK TUBBO??????

"this is more than a villain arc, this is a lifestyle adjustment" oh qtubbo you are going to fly so close to the sun and youre going to burn and i am here for it all

"you wrong me? you're not gonna be around to tell the tale" HES SODHDJDBFBFJ QTUBBO ENJOYERS WE ARE SO BACK

"this is not a story of villains and heroes, this is a story of revenge" WHAT WAS IN HIS FOOD TODAY WHAT WAS HE ONNNNN LINE AFTER LINE IS HITTING

qtubbo knowing the server underestimates him and is now ready to show what he really is capable of YOU GO BABYGIRL

"this is a conflict where there arr no winners, just mutually-ensured destruction" goddamn he is on it today

GIRL 26 STACKS OF TNT?????????

"anything to get the upper hand, am i right?" AND THEN MENTIONING THE FED OFFICE WARP PLATE IS ACTIVE OH MY GODDDDDDD FED QTUBBO ERA????

"in my own experience, the members of the islandhave been much worse to me than the federation ever has been" oh my gOD YES QTUBBO FEELING THE FED PUNISHMENTS ARE STILL "JUSTIFIED" CUZ THERE WERE RULES BROKEN BUT THE ISLANDERS HAVE BEEN POKING AT HIM FOR THINGS HE CONSIDERS UNNECESSARY OH VILLAIN ARC TIME IS REALLLL

HE CALLED FRED "THE ONE PERSON I CARE ABOUT ON THIS SERVER" IM SICK TO MY STOMACHDBDBFGBDBFJFJ

qtubbo deciding that morning crew doesnt need to know about what hes gonna do, cuz theyll always be his boys :(

"i think we show them a healthy does of regret" his qcellbit is coming out !!

just imagining qtubbo with his airpods in as he is dramatic, bumping classical music

"the suit stays on until he's found, safe and alive" thr fact that qtubbo does all this, still in thr suit for his date GOD its so sad

that post that said qtubbo, a machine guy, tearinf every block down by HAND is important cuz that shows how genuinely furious he is. cuz he needed to feel the catharsis of tearing it all down himself.

why did he research warp plate mods to figure out where fred is😭😭 gay love stories are getting out of hand

"i made a promise today. i said i would break every block he has ever placed. *i* will break. fire wont break. tnt wont break. *i* will break." holy fucking shittttttttt he got possessed by qtubbo

FIT LMAOOOOO

qfit noticing and asking why qtubbo was at quackity's but as qtubbo askes him to leave him be, he did. he knew qtubbo would come to him when he wanted to.

COY PISO INTERMISSION!!!

qtubbo's action plan just being pushing qquackity over the edge that is so fucked up and i am here for this downward spiral !!

"i could mentally destroy him until hes a quivering ball of tears and regret on the floor" HOLY FUCK???????

"youre trying to turn me against the federation while actively doing thr same exact thing they're doing, the fucking hypocrisy" GOD i think qquackity is justified in his reasons BUT QTUBBO ISNT WRONG HERE!!!! IN HIS EYES, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THEYRE BAD AND THEN DO THR SAME THINF AS THEM???

him still saving all the stuff qquackity got from the eggs and others cuz "those seem important" GOD

"he doesnt need a hoise, cuz home is where the heart is. and i feel like thats a lesson he ought to learn. too bad that his is dead and cold" QTUBBO HOLY?????

"its like you never existed at all. thats my mission" girl youre speedrunning that descent into insanity and evil and i love you for it

"youre crazy. maybe i am! i dont give a shit!" wow hes so aware

"i didnt have a purpose before. but now its to make sure quackity never has a mark on this server" he didnt have a purpose and now, after losing fred, his purpose is to make qq pay holyyyy

"i never said i was morally grey, i said i would fuck up all his shit" LETSGO BABYGIRL

HIM GOING TO THE FED OFFICE TO PoSSIBLY SNITCH, CUZ THE ENEMY OF HIS ENEMY IS HIS FRIEND

NOT THE SERVER RESTART STOPPING HIM LMAOOOO

him literally saying he doesnt care and the enemy of his enemy is his friend yoo

qtubbo not being silly and walking into fred's office and just quietly moving on STOPPPPPP

NOT THE LORE SPOILERSSSSS LMAO

RETURN OF CUCURUCHO OFFICE PODCASTTTTTTTTT

"if youve become as bad as the thing you are trying to destroy to destroy it, yourr not better. youre just a replacement" BARS 🔥🔥🔥

qtubbo's voice instantly softening looking at fred's office and the desk plant he got STOPPPPP THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

him replacing the flower on fred's desk with a poppy :(((

QTUBBO REPLACING THE WARP AT HIS HOUSE TO THE FED OFFICE OH I CAN FEEL HOW THIS GOES DOWNHILL

"why do i bother making anything to help the server? this is the thanks i get" oh yeah he is fully turning against everyone soon

oh god convo with qfit

oh i know qfit is concerned hearing qtubbo talk this way but theres nothing he can do to make him change his mind, so he just stays by him

"just to watch him. not say a word. just watch him" WATCHER QTUBBO??????

oh qtubbo is actuslly scaring me rn

"theres an old sayinf that 'if youre on the quest for revenge, dig two graves" "thats alright. i dont care if i burn as long as he does as well. maybe ill dig 3 graves. maybe ill take some other people along with me on the way" HOLY FUCKCJDJFJDJFJFJDJFJ QTUBBO YOURE INSANE I LOVE YOU SO BAD

"so i take there was no date?" "i was invited on one. it was real to me" GODJDDHFB IM GONNA END IT ALL

qfit still reassuring qtubbo that fred is okay, he still cares for qtubbo so much thats someone he has grown to care for

TUBBO SHOWING FIT WHAT HE DID TO QUACKITY'S HOUSE AND SAYING "like i said. like he never existed" AND THEN JUST BOUNCED????? GIRL.

qtubbo gaslight gatekeep girlboss

"is it more satisfying to destroy a person. or watch them destroy themselves?" AND WE ARR WATCHING AS QTUBBO ALSO DESTROYS HIMSELF BIT BY BIT OOOOOOOOH

his ass spoiling stuff again😭😭

snack break!

PHIL HOUSE TIME

qtubbo instantly leaving when he sees quackity joined and fred joined god

the curse of bad nees bringer tubbo about to strike again with wilbur LMAO

distracted to spy on wilbur so real

QUIRKYDUOOOOOO

qtubbo just carrying thr flower from fred's office in his offhand im sick

qtubbo warning qpac that he may hear some stuff about him that isnt true i. coming weeks, and qpac saying he trusts qtubbo 100% MORNING CREW MY FAMILYYYYYYY

PAC MY BELOVEDDDDD

not pac and tubbo arguing over who has to break the news to wilbur lmaoooooo

qtubbo qquackity's biggest hater rn

damn im sad tubbo crashed before the event but that laptop was hanging by a THREAD

[hotluncheddie]

charm 🧚

written for @steddiemicrofic september prompt 'charm' !

wc: 548 | rated: M | cw: i know nothing about baseball, ref to a bj | tags: chubby steve, horny eddie

...

eddie is painting a miniature at the coffee table. cross legged and just having a wail of a time. 

steve padded through, flopping onto the sofa with his beer and grabbing the remote. because, right, of course, it’s game day. 

how could eddie forget. big final. good team going to the big win. down with bad team. yes. riveting. 

but, oh? What light through sporting yonder break? 

‘what’s that you're wearing?’ eddie asks, innocent and continuing to paint. 

‘my cubs jersey? that’s who’s on.’ steve answers. ‘baseball!’ he adds, doing little jazz hands. 

‘cute.’ eddie smiles up at him. 

the first inning starts with the pitcher stepping up to the plate. and, ah, yes, eddie remembers now. why he agreed to sit in here while steve watches.

the uniforms. 

…but theres only one jock eddie really cares about..

looking at his figure, he muses. ‘not seen you in that much. thought they were your favourite?’ eddie feels like the sneakiest horniest detective know to man. 

steve takes a swig of beer out of his peripheral. ‘ah well, it’s the final. shirts a, a good luck charm.’ steve clears his throat half way through. 

eddie lays down his paintbrush and stretches. humming he leans back on the sofa, right next to steve’s knee. he stares blankly at the screen for a few seconds before leaning his head back to look up at steve. 

‘what size is it?’ 

‘uh. medium, i think.’ 

‘mmmm’ 

From this angle eddie can see how the bottom most button is starting to pull. its straining, because they’re all straining. the buttons up the front are being pulled apart slightly by steves stomach, puckering. an expanse of golden skin and soft hair are just becoming visible in the upside down v of the bottom flaps. the upper v of the shirt exposes chest hair and frames steves pecs just, oh so nicely. eddie wants to bury his face between them and stay there for at least an hour. just hair and softness and the smell of his steve. 

eddie sighs, smitten and strokes the soft skin of steve ankle. 

something happens on screen, home run whatever. steve celebrates by pumping his fist. very nice, very jock. he watches steves bicep bulge under the thickness of his arm and through the tightness of his sleeve. 

eddies mouth fills with spit. 

‘you dont really wear a medium now though do you stevie?’ 

eddie shifts onto his knees, sliding closer, looking up at stave's cherub face.

‘don’t know what you mean?’ steve answers. he takes a final drink of beer, draining it and putting it down.

‘you being coy baby?’ eddie asks, fingers ghosting over steve’s inner thigh.

steves eyes go wide; glassy and pretty. tease. Eddie smirks.  

‘i mean this.’ eddie moves so he’s kneeling in between steve’s legs. grabbing a handful of belly 

‘ah fuck’ steve moans. cheeks flushing pink. eddie’s hand rucks up the shirt further, exposing more hairy belly. steve squirms, his pecks jumping.

‘well what are you going to do about it?’ steve asks, voice coming out rough and affected. he grinds his hips up so eddie feels the hardening line of his cock through his jeans. 

‘you just focus on the game now stevie baby.’ eddie directs, popping the button of steves jeans. 

[uncreative-cryptid]

Valerian Intimacy Levels

more or less a draft tho cause tbh did these while sick and dont have motivation to fully go through them BUT i may edit/change things in the future as i continue to feel things out for this oc so .. draft

look shiny rocks i found on pinterest to distract you!

Intimacy Lv. I

A Haunted Aura To anyone merely passing by, Valerian would seem to be an odd fellow. Cheery demeanor, coy smile, and exaggerated gestures, it was easy to write him off in passing as nothing more than eccentric.

However, is knowledge of the many minerals in Jinzhou have been invaluable to many seeking to know more.

From salesmen, to painters, to even exiles, knowledge on valuable minerals and their many uses comes in handy.

However, many have made note that whenever Valerian is asked of the minerals in Tiger's Maw, the air about him seems to change ever so slightly, yet the strange shift is brushed off quickly.

He will always offer his information, perhaps mention he used to do explorations in the area, but has since retired from that line of work as his wanderlust has him going further along than ever.

Intimacy Lv. II

A Wild Unknown: Tamed If you asked any of Valerian's siblings, they would have told you he was a rebellious child even against their parents.

Rough housing in the yard, running away from house maids, jumping in muddy puddles beside the ladies in long dresses; Valerian was a known force by his parents as unable to be tamed.

Even into his teen years, Valerian was a difficult child, who shunned his parents' favor of his younger siblings outright to chase and explore the outside with the family dog.

Swinging from trees, throwing stones at passing folk, chasing nearby green tailed rabbits, digging holes with the excarats, Valerian was truly a spirit untamed.

However, it only took one encounter with a girl from his school, for things to change.

Fondly, Valerian will recall the way he sat on his heels, listening to her sing as she danced down the road, and his unceremonious fall from the branch he'd been occupying.

Intimacy Lv. III

Wanderlust Despite being quite rowdy, and shunning the sciences of the New Federation, Valerian made good marks in school and would find himself desiring to know more of the world.

"Come with me," Valerian said, holding a woman's hands in his own. "Come with me, and let's explore together. Your dancing, your voice .. it deserves somewhere better than here!"

Both hands grasped around her own, and Valerian looked at the auburn haired woman as he pleaded with her, yet despite his fluttering heart, his smile was as bright as the sun.

"Let's run away together,"

"Valerian-"

"I'll build us a house, and make you new jewelry, and I'll buy that grand piano you've always wanted."

Valerian had fallen to his knees, looking into her eyes as he couldn't control his laughter when she smiled back at him, truly, for the first time as the weight of their family names melted away.

"I do."

She replied.

Intimacy Lv. IV

Heartbeats in C Minor "Easy, easy!"

Small hands slammed the ivory keys, metal strings vibrating violently to the aggressive hit, but his laughter warmed the space as he picked up his daughter.

"No need to be so aggressive, sunshine, the piano isn't going anywhere."

"I want to play like you!"

"Alright, alright, I can take a hint."

Valerian sat at the piano with his daughter on his lap, thinking briefly of how to begin their first lesson.

A few plunks here and there, and soon she had a grasp of the simple tune. Quietly, as he was watching her work her way through the small tune, a small recorder was set nearby on the little side table while the smell of stew began to fill the little home.

"Great job, sunshine."

Intimacy Lv. V

Kaleidoscope

The rain pulled upwards from the grounds.

Screams and wails echoed all around, the scent of blood and smoke heavy on the humid air. Figures of mist passed by, disappearing when they hit his shoulder.

Eyes wide, irises glancing around for anything that made sense, pupils blown wide from the adrenaline.

Blood coated his face and shoulder. The Tacet Discords laid about, empty shells scattered all around, the man on his knees as he looked at the two bodies that laid before him.

He had sworn they were monsters, beasts, wrought in thickened skin and purple flesh, with piercing yellow core and wide open maw.

Air barely left his lungs as the grip on the pistol loosened slightly.

"You really are a monster, after all, aren't you?"

A voice spoke.

He'd sharply pointed his gun towards the voice, head turned to look, eyes blown wide with fear, and understanding.

The rain brushed up his face, catching on his jaw, but the tears fell down his cheeks like a waterfall, the light of his resonance gleaming like a kaleidoscope through the waters.