#dont be coy line

[hyperfixationsposting]

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

[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

[highvern]

Honey

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: smut

warnings: strip tease, kinda public sex?, unprotected sex, creampie, simp mingyu, established relationship, dry humping (in a hot tub), fingering, face fucking/oral (m. receiving), porn with feelings, mingyu has a thing for being called husband, breeding kink

Length: ~2.8k

Note: inspired by the two seconds of mingyu in lalali. sorry @gyuswhore next time dont let your man act like a fool. this is a continuation of Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) but can be read as a stand alone! see below for their master list

Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) [f,s], Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II [f]

Pre-Drunk Goggles (in order): Peaches [f], Bite the Bullet [f, h], Jealousy [a, h]

Post-Drunk Goggles (in order): Silk [s], Aphrodite [f, s], Discovery [s], Lucky Me [f], adamas et aurum [f], Baby Blues [f]

Summary: The best way to recover from the stress of your wedding and celebrate your marriage? Some private time in the hot tub with your new husband.

m.list

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Twenty four hours.

You’d been married for twenty four hours and can barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion. Not because of your husband and the vigorous but romantic sex he insisted on having on every surface of the cabin your friends chipped in to rent as a wedding present. No, you’ve barely managed to touch each other beyond agonizingly fatigued kisses and sentimental cuddles. 

Last night you both barely managed to make it into the bed before passing out cold. This morning, you found Mingyu nodding off at the stove after insisting on cooking breakfast while you showered. A few lazy gropes during breakfast (Mingyu’s hand barely toeing the line of indecent on your thigh) and a hot kiss before he left the bed was all the action managed in the first day as a newly wed couple. 

It’s still a funny word: husband. For so long husband was hypothetical; a distant idea that someday you’d have one. Maybe. If you found someone you could put up with long enough to start considering them as a long term partner instead of a fling.

And then Mingyu went from an acquaintance to boyfriend in a matter of months and the hypotheticals started shaping into realities with shocking speed.

The amorphous face of your hypothetical-husband slowly started to resemble Mingyu’s day after day. Week after week. And now, after months of planning, hair pulling, and a day full of tears, Mingyu is your husband. 

And he’s waiting for you in the hot tub just outside.

It’s the middle of the day but time ceases to maintain importance on vacation. But after a late breakfast you both agreed the best thing for your aching bodies was an afternoon relaxing in the hot tub until you both pruned like raisins. 

You spot the head of dark hair belonging to your fiance husband through the glass sliding doors leading onto the back porch. Beyond him is a full view of the lake, sparkling under the sun. It’s a deception of warmth but a breathtaking sight nonetheless. 

But nothing compared to Mingyu whipping around at the sound of the door opening with a pleased smile. Until his eyes drop to your bikini. 

“Why are you wearing that?” he asks with a pout. 

Glancing down at the black two piece, you pout back. “I thought you liked this one?”

“I like whatever you wear, but the point of being married is that we can walk around naked as much as we want.”

“We already do that.”

“And it’s one of my favorite traditions,” Mingyu says, resettling across the tub to watch. “Now get that off and get over here. I miss you.”

You reach behind your back, you tug at the string of your top until the knot unravels. As the fabric slackens around your chest, Mingyu’s eyes follow with rapt attention. He’s seen you naked thousands of times but never fails to act like it's the first again. Your nipples peak under his stare, sensitive as the fabric brushes against them as you fling the top to the ground. 

“Now we’re the same,” you say with a coy smile, closing the space to the hot tub in a few short steps.

“Wrong.” He fumbles for a second, hands disappearing under the surface. The water sloshes around as he battles to pull off his shorts and drops them to the deck with a splat. “The only thing I want to see you in are those rings.”

“Mingyu!” you gasp mockingly, ignoring the heat pooling between your legs in favor of dragging out the game. “What if someone sees?”

No one will. The cabins on either side of yours are dark and empty, and most of the houses skirting around the lake are so far away no one could possibly decipher what you two were doing in the shade of the porch awning anyway. 

“Then they’ll see how beautiful my wife is.” 

Blood rings in your ears at the way he says it; fond with a hint of pride. Like he still can’t believe you said yes in the first place. Like it was ever a question if and not when.

Mingyu whines pathetically as you scramble to remove your flimsy bottoms without flourish. It's too cold to stand around and do a full strip tease even if your husband’s eyes burn right through you. They join his swimsuit at the foot of the tub before you slip into the gentle embrace of the water.

Your ass barely meets the seat before Mingyu pulls you into his lap and kisses you. Arms circling around his shoulders, you sink a hand in his hair and tug until he welcomes your tongue. Your thighs straddle across his, bare skin on bare skin only interrupted by the silky feel of water. Even that doesn’t manage to disguise the electricity between your bodies. Or the fact that Mingyu's cock is already hard and waiting for use.

“Mmm. Missed you,” he whispers into the warmth of your cheek before descending across your jaw.

Bones turning to jelly, you melt under his attention like always. Mingyu loves to make you putty with little effort. You tip your chin up to make room for his tongue over the dip between your collarbones. “I was gone for five minutes.”

“Too long.”

He punctuates the complaint with a harsh suck of your nipple. It puckers between his teeth, sensitive and needy for attention. The sting serves as the perfect distraction from his hands sliding lower to palm your ass, fingertips grazing your entrance. 

“Fuck,” you gasp. Your hips search for more pleasure, sinking back until Mingyu stretches you around his knuckles with practice ease. The water washes away any arousal lingering but you won’t give up the prod of thick fingers for a little discomfort.

“Can you say it?”

Even before it became official he loved hearing you say any declaration that he belongs to you: boyfriend, fiance, and now—

“Husband.”

Mingyu groans into your chest as you whisper his new epithet, exploding with renewed vigor across your neglected breast. Indulging in the way his cock twitches against your thigh at the word, you curl your hips into the pressure. It's a difficult choice: Mingyu’s fingers filling you just right or the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

Moving back and forth, the water sloshes over the sides of the tub as you greedily try to keep both. It’s hotter knowing Mingyu gets off on it too; the way you always want more, more of him, his hands, his mouth, his cock. Even rutting across his thigh after he cums until it hurts can make him hard again if you’re enjoying yourself.

Sinking a hand down, you tug at his cock, jerking him off right against your folds. With a tight fist, you crumble Mingyu to pieces with a few short strokes. The effort is rewarded with bites into your bottom lip and a hand at the base of your spine.

“Wait, shit,” he gasps. He’s closer than he wants to be. Clear in the tightness of his shoulders and pinch around his nose. Nothing gets him hotter than the memory of your first time together, when he used you pussy to jerk himself off; coating your panties in his cum. You know he still has a picture from the second time he did it saved on his phone after all these years.

Mingyu’s lips don’t leave yours as he stands, carrying you to the lip of the tub and sitting back down. He doesn’t let you slip to your knees in front of him at first. You’re trapped with lewd kisses and the flex of his fingers into the dip of your waist until he calms. 

“Let,” kiss. “Me,” kiss. “Taste,” teeth. “You.” 

Mingyu bucks into your ass at the offer before letting go. He’s never said no to a blowjob and he won’t start now given how much you like it too. 

But he’s cocky, arms resting on the edge of the tub as he presents the nude visage of his front like a dare. It’s bold given his habit of devolving into a needy mess at the first hint of satisfaction.

Your hand keeps pace while your lips ghost down Mingyu’s neck. His nipples stiffen with quick attention, almost more sensitive than your own but that isn’t your goal right now. Your mouth starts to water when you reach his stomach, tracing the ridges and dips with all the time in the world. 

Just as Mingyu gets the first syllable of protest at the tip of his tongue, you suck him between your lips with cruel enthusiasm.

All the kinks in his armor become the highlights: a coarse lick where he leaks, a tight fist at the base, your other hand cupping lower until he moans loud enough to echo across the lake. For your own sick pleasure, you back away enough to tap him against the flat of your tongue, pink against the tip of his cock, eyes on his until Mingyu is forced to look away or risk painting your face in white far too soon.

“Slow down,” he commands. More of a beg since his head tips back when you take him until the curve of your throat objects. “Fuck–Jesus Christ.”

You arch your spine, ass displayed like a prize. Another one of Mingyu’s weaknesses. You can count on one hand the number of times he’s let you suck him off without reaching over to feel how wet you get from the weight against your tongue. If he chances a look down again (inevitable) you’ve provided a great surprise.

His cock falls from your hold long enough to rasp, “Fuck my mouth.”

At the end of the day, who is Mingyu to deny his wife what she demands for?

Timid with the first thrust like always, Mingyu plants a hand on the back of your head, fingers woven into your hair for his own sanity. You like to surprise him by filling your throat as quickly as possible just to see Mingyu squirm. Nothing makes you blinder to your own limits than his pleasure. But years of taking him make it easy to work around. 

He’s trying. The effort is in the twitch of muscles bracketing your shoulders, the gentle tugs of his fingers, the way Mingyu can barely bite back the flow of curse when you choke around him deep in your throat. Your jaw is already growing sore but no obstacle against the desire to see Mingyu shake.

Then Mingyu does something that shocks you.

Your hand pauses its work under the gentle squeeze of his. Mouth still full, you flash your eyes open to find him staring down in awe. For a second you wonder if it's just because time had been short the past few weeks between wedding planning and traveling. But then he pulls your hand away from his cock and towards your mouth, and you finally realize what caught his attention.

The rings. The plain band that matches the one circling his finger and the special one he spent months trying to keep a secret.

Mingyu kisses across your knuckles, thumb tracing the metal and stone like it’s a wonder. He did the same motion over and over again last night: walking back up the aisle as husband and wife, at the reception as you both greeted guest after guest while glued to each other, in the car ride to the cabin across the center console, before you both fell asleep still fully clothed. 

Without any words, you’re pulled up into his lap for a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he sighs. His tongue slides against yours, slick as he tastes the mess you happily lapped up at his crotch.

“I love you too.”

You feel it. Feel it more than anything in the world. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It shivers down your spine, and blushes across your front. The effect of those three words, simple but so much more, seems almost too much for the daylight just beyond the awning of the porch. 

Out of the water, the cool air prickles along your back, forcing your chest to cave against the cold but Mingyu is there to warm you up with the stretch of his cock. 

You hide the satisfaction in the column of his neck, teeth razing wet across the vein there. He tastes like chlorine and that expensive cologne you jump his bones for. The idea of leaving a bruise like some teenager where everyone can see settles an ache in your core. It’s the first time Mingyu is inside you as your husband and it nearly rips apart the fabric of your being,

In a frenzy, your hips rut before Mingyu can orient himself to the snug feel of your walls. The angle is nothing short of cosmic. Clit rubbing against his pubic bone, cock battering that place inside that makes your joints lock. And the stretch after an unfulfilling glimpse on his fingers only burns you hotter.

The slap of your skin against his is an afterthought, background noise to grunts and groans and pathetic whines that meld between your mouths. In the thick of need, you aren’t even kissing. Just panting into one another’s mouth with narrowed vision. 

Mingyu sinks you lower in his lap with a smooth grind. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Like my husband is trying to get me pregnant.” You go cross eyed from the drag of his thumb against your worn bundle of never. Nothing makes him more desperate to please than the thought of you heavy with his your baby. 

No chance it’ll happen any time soon but the sentiment does wonders.

Another hard thrust threatening to leave you bedridden for the next week.“Fuck—please.”

“You’re mine,” Mingyu groans.

Writhing against his grip, sweat blooms at your brow. You can’t manage to respond with more than a cracked whine. Too focused on the wave rushing across the edges of your senses. 

“There! Fuck! Right there, Gyu.” You come in hot, carried by the rough way Mingyu forces you down his cock again and again. 

Nails biting into his biceps, your insides flutter tight, trying to pull Mingyu deeper even if he’s snug to the hilt. Full, deep, stretched beyond belief. Eyes cinched, muscles vibrating, you cum on your husband's cock with a broken grunt you’ll remember to be embarrassed about later.

“That's it, take it.” Mingyu coos with an edge. “My pretty fucking girl, my wife. Mine, all mine.”

Your knees hurt and your legs are numb from exertion and a killer orgasm. But you won’t call it until Mingyu gets his fill too.

“Close?” you pant. 

A hand at your throat is the warning, already knowing your plans to goad him to the edge if he isn’t there already. His thumb cocks your chin up so his tongue can lick the words right out of your mouth. 

A few more weak movements spell his ends. Mingyu cums with a grunt. Muscles tense, stomach caved, you scramble for hold under the threat of slipping back into the hot tub from the rushes of his cock to stuff you full with his spend. You’ll be sore tomorrow from the way he forces your thighs wider, until you’re flat against him, taking it deeper.

A sticky mess grows between your legs, warmly welcomed since the last time you felt it weeks ago. A peek between your bodies gets you ready to go again. But you still crave more. Ringed white around the base, Mingyu twitches inside you again when you clench just to tease him. 

“Love you, love you, love you…” Mingyu chants into your mouth until he goes slack with a long huff.

You find rest in his shoulder. Mingyu rubs his cheek against yours, innocent and domestic. He isn’t shy about most things but after you fuck eachother silly he likes to remind the universe its from a place of devotion.

“Marriage looks good on you.” 

“You too.” You smile. “Now take me to bed, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Whatever my wife demands.”

“That's my good husband.” The hand ruffling his hair is quickly snatched away, giving Mingyu the perfect opening to toss you over his shoulder before heading inside.

--

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[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.

[brummiereader]

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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. 

[earlgreytea68]

i dont actually know the general consensus on I Am My Own Muse but to me it very clearly feels like pete addressing the fans directly - almost like a conversation? like the opening lines "here i am not sure you should take a chance. I like playing dumb letting you figure me out" basically completely summarises petes relationship with us during the early parts of this era. His uncertainty coming back but also the way he likes to keep us on our toes (like hes always done). His constant surprise that even one person appreciates his art. His odd fourth-wall-esque relationship w us - he always knows more than he lets on. like. these are crazy opening lines.

Especially looking at other songs petes addressed to us (namely thriller and our laywer). Those songs still feel like petes putting on a persona for our benefit. Hes talking to us through the mask he thinks we'll like best - but for his benefit not ours. In those songs he still wants to show his appreciation for the fans but hes afraid to be vulnerable about it. He hides behind tongue and cheek self deprecation (put this record down, we are bad news, we're only good to have almost famous friends... that whole song tbh) or like implication of rejection/disaster (we r not making an acceptance speech, car crash hearts, only thing i havent done yet is die) and its all glitz and distraction bc thats what he does. he will tell us their hearts beat for the diehards but not before telling us why its a bad idea. its defensive from the get go but in Muse he doesnt do that. yes he defends himself but his tone is balanced between resigned and resolute. its stripped down to just his own thoughts voiced aloud. it feels so much more genuine despite how much vaguer in address it is.

Also the general theme of this song is feeling hidden/secret (e.g. the angels didnt know his name, him feeling faded, feelings were tucked away) but trying to draw attention anyway(throw the year away, smash all the guitars, drop a bomb on things we care about) even if its hard/painful (twist the knife again, trying to keep it together).

This coupled with the title is a perfect representation of his journey as an artist in this era no? The vulnerability hidden in old songs and spoken word poems that he relives each night of the tour. An amalgamation of every little moment he created and tucked away is reborn on stage. And who has he shared this particular journey with??? The fans. It was us who he finally trusted with his works and words in the shows and we sang them back at him. Patricks journey alongside pete has felt more obvious bc of his whole demeanour but its pete who wrote his heart out to us. I think this song is a way of pete kinda of juggling this idea in his head before it ever took shape in thw real world. A way of connecting back with his audience. Not as an act of nostalgia but as moving on together. its a gorgeous song and it feels like a love letter to us in the very oarticular way a love letter from pete wentz feels like. its not soft or even sweet but it leaves you feeling comforted and stronger anyway. its solidarity yk.

ANYWAYS thats my ramble for today hope it was worthwhile <33 i really had to get that one out otherwise i may have exploded. can you tell smfs as an album and an era is my baby. sorry this is such a long one lol. hope you r having a great day :)

Awwww I *love* this. I *adore* "I Am My Own Muse" and I always have and I love everything you say about it. To write a song that sounds like that and then call it so deliberately "I Am My Own Muse," like, that we are there and ever-present but in the end he's got to come from his own authentic place. And it's like his instinct is to play a little coy and not be so vulnerable, but also he just wants to scream so someone hears him: Smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars, like, he's screaming so that we will all see. He's trying so hard to keep it together, keep it together, so smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars, because we are all in it together, and throw the whole year away and start fresh.

Look, i am Peterick all the way, we all know, and I think I've even used lyrics from this song in a Peterick fic, but in my secret heart of hearts, if you really ask me to be serious, what do I think Pete Wentz is writing about........I kinda think he's always writing about us.

[prettyboypistol]

Can you do the tf2 mercs walking on their crush (m!reader) masturbating

includes scout, medic, spy, sniper, engi, demoman, heavy, soldier

minors dni

Scout

Oh. God.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Immediately slams the door with a loud "SORRY"

thinks he has a heart attack, but honestly? he was okay to die happy then and there.

Scout's always been a bit of a voyeur anyway, and just accidentally bursting in to see his totally-not man crush jerking it? Jeremy nearly jumped into bed too.

the image will randomly appear in his mind over the next few weeks, causing his face to burn bright red for a moment.

He can't look you in the eye for about a week, let alone talk to you.

the memory totally locks into his jerk it material for the next week.

Medic

honestly? mans would probably just continue on about what he was doing. crush or not, medic is a busybody.

"Oh no no, I don't mind, anyway I've been looking for my forceps and I was here last-"

Internally screaming fr

totally gossips to Archimedes

Ludwig makes sly comments after catching you about how your stress levels seem lower.

may or may not brush up on your thighs a little more during medical procedures

Asks to inspect your dick fr

Sniper

"Whoops, sorry mate, didn't know." Externally as he shuts the door

AAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK internally

Warns other people not to bother you, and if someone's insistent, he shuts them down with an evil look in his eye. "I said he's busy."

He thinks the little yelp you let out was too fucking cute.

Whenever he thinks about it, he hides his face in his hat

He feels like such a gross pervert because he's aroused by seeing you, especially since it was an accident.

doesn't talk to you ever again but you have a much taller and deadlier shadow that follows you. Not that you mind or anything, but a "hi" would be nice.

Demoman

"Nice cock, mind if we compare?"

Very easygoing, might even slip in a coy "aww, without me?" to ease the tension.

He still asks the question he had tho, not really bothered by the situation

"Eh, we all jerk off. It's not a big deal"

Still shuts the door after you throw a pillow at him as he laughs

as soon as the door shuts, his brain finally comes back online.

Oh.

OH SHIT.

Tavish teases you constantly after, maybe using the accident to drop a few sly flirty lines your way.

Heavy

makes fun of your dick size on reflex. sorry i dont make the rules.

"I'll show you a man's cock!" energy, but still respects your dignity and leaves you to yourself.

assures you that it's all natural, and that every man gets horny.

Yes, even him. Especially after he saw what you looked like.

The way your face turned red and you yanked the blankets up, god, he was an awful person.

loudly clears his throat before he leaves, but the blush is still able to be seen.

you can see the tent in his pants, poor man couldn't hide it if he tried.

Engi

he didn't mean to, really! He just wanted to see if you were still interested in weapon upgrades!

He just... froze. You couldn't tell exactly where he was staring, but he was definitely staring at you. You shout at him to leave when his brain finally starts working again

"oh my god I'm so sorry I'll leave-" SLAM

absolutely tries to block out the memory and shames himself for being a peeping tom and refuses to touch himself to the thought.

You get a lot of gifts at your room for your weapon

Soldier

Jane accidentally lets EVERYONE know about what you're doing.

"GOOD GOD PRIVATE, PUT YOUR DICK AWAY"

You tell him to shut up, he gets onto you about back talking a member of the army.

He realizes what you're doing immediately, but powers through the feeling of discomfort for the sake of "not having favorites"

you are absolutely his favorite though

Whenever Soldier decides to mess around, on those blue moon events, he thinks of you and your chest/torso. good god, you are hot.

[xamaxenta]

genderfuck sabo ..... o lord help me.

sabo who switches his entire identity for whatever the mission needs to the point he isnt even entirely sure what to call himself anymore but he knows he looks good in red lipstick and a tight blue dress as much as he does in a trenchcoat and a suit jacket

sabo on an infiltration mission for the revolutionary army with a long blonde wig and a dress slit all the way up the thigh, hes getting intel from men whose hands linger on his hips and waists and hes getting keycards from their pockets and hes drugging his dates champagne so when they stumble up to the hotel room sabo can drop his unconscious ass in the bed and get to the good stuff. he changes into a waittresses outfit and walks right into the staff only areas with a confident smile and no hesitation, he brings a plate of room service up to his targets room and the guards let him in without a second thought; hes delicate, coy, his bangs and some clever makeup hide the scar on his face so hes just a beautiful blue eyed waif of a woman with the perfect pink lips that the guards exchange a look and say Why Dont You Come Inside And Stay With Us And The Boss For A Little While, because sabo already knew what they liked from the premission briefing so of COURSE he put a little gloss on his mouth. the boss likes them dressed up so when the guards bully him out of his clothes (or so they think, but what they dont know is that theres a tracker and a denden radio in the uniform sabo leaves on the floor) theyre distracted by the long lines of his legs, wrapped in nylon leggings, a garter skirt holding them up on his little pale waist, and a silky baby blue bra on, they dont even notice the cups are padded because sabo looks so fucking good, shyly and nervously stepping out of his clothes like a naiive virgin and asking the boss to p-please be gentle... 🥺 its ok if its just you mr boss sir... right...

he KNOWS the guards are going to grab him because the dossier already told him the old man just likes to watch, and he lets them, twists and squirms and pretends until theyre both close enough--

and then he smashes their heads together, one in each palm, with so much force they both crack and dont get up, blood splatters his bra and his cheeks and the boss yells, but he cant even get the sound out before sabos sat in his lap, one finger cutely laid over the bosses lips and his other hand gripping the guys windpipe in a dragon claw so tight he cant scream if he tried. he leaves him dead in the chair and swings his heels by the straps on his finger while he searches the room for the papers he needs

he washes off the lipstick and pulls off the wig in the mirror, wipes the blood off his face and dresses like a simple maintenence man, zips his bloody sweaty body, still wrapped in silk and lace, into a baggy denim workmans suit and strolls back down the hall with a toolbox full of classified documents and no one bats an eye as he passes, none the wiser

i am just here insanely horny lol

Thank you…. Itadakimasu delicious seriously i loved all the clothing changes

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