#letters to juno

[junovae]

can you write about the sexy fish man (you know the one)

why yes of course i know which sexy fish man you're talking about!

soft hits, hard truths

sebastian solace x reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ slight nsfw

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @grub-hut on tumblr. go check out their work. sebastian mf solace, everyone

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

summary: after a misunderstanding, sebastian refuses to let you go to bed angry with him. determined to make amends, he begrudgingly starts a pillow flight.

cw: sebastian solace x reader, fluff-ish, suggestive themes of intimacy (MDNI), sebastian is bad at comforting, he tries anyways, you've known him for a few weeks now, a sort of romantic relationship is already established between you two, his shop has a shower and spare mattress in the back, thank goodness he had soap and pajamas, amends are made if you know what i mean

wc: 916

a.n: in honor of beating pressure and sacrificing my posture in order to do it, cheers.

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water droplets fall onto the cement floor as you wring the rest of your wet hair dry. fortunately, sebastian solace had allowed you to stay in his shop for the rest of the night after a day of running from the monsters of the hadal blacksite. unfortunately, you had just found out that he was the primary reason you were being chased by said monsters in the first place.

you walk out of the barely functioning restroom into a cozy little cubby-space just behind his shop. sebastian watched you dry the rest of your hair as you walked towards a broken mirror and started combing through it with your fingers. fuck, he thought to himself. he so badly wanted to be the one to brush the rest of your hair just so you didn't have to lift a finger. but of course he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

"will you talk to me?" he mumbled under his breath, making his way towards you. you eye him from the mirror but continue doing what you're doing. you feel his presence behind you and sure enough, you watch him lean down and rest his forehead against your shoulders.

you smelled like vanilla. you smelled like the vanilla he used to smell during the winter holidays and it was driving him insane. "i'm sorry, okay?" he whispers. now this caught your attention. "did the sebastian solace just say the words 'i'm sorry' to me?" you turn around and walk towards the makeshift bed. he follows you. "i don’t believe it.” a sigh escapes your lips, plopping down onto the mattress and covering yourself with the blanket. you turn away from him.

“i didn’t mean for things to turn out this way- well, okay i did, but i didn’t expect meeting you midway through my plans.” sebastian scratches the back of his neck, staring at your figure. “fishbait, if you hadn’t crawled through the vents and into my shop, i wouldn’t care who gets eaten by those monsters. but you did, and now it sucks seeing you get hurt because now i…”

he trailed off, his voice catching. shit, this was hard. years of solitude and roaming the dreadful cold hallways of his captors’ prison had hardened his heart. he didn’t expect it to happen, but your presence and excessive bantering had brought back an excitement in him (though he would always mask it off with annoyance). all sebastian knew was that even though life sucked, seeing you made it suck less. he couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to hear your voice again. the void of silence between the two of you was starting to create an atmosphere of distance. he couldn't care less if the world hated him, he hated it back. but there was no way in hell he would allow you to look at him with such loathing. panic settling in him, sebastian impulsively does something that catches you off-guard. he grabs the nearest soft pillow and throws it in your direction. it hits your face.

you quickly turn around and sit up to shoot him a sharp glare, pillow now in hand. “are you serious?” you seethe.

“i’m dead serious,” he said, grabbing another pillow. “you’re mad at me? fine. but you’re not shutting me out.” before you could react, he throws a second pillow. this time, it lands in your lap.

he notices a flicker of something crossing your face - anger, disbelief, and… maybe a hint of amusement.

“big mistake,” you shoot him a sly smile.

you launch the pillow in his direction and suddenly, there was war. more pillows flew, tension unraveling with each hit. the both of you were laughing now, dodging attacks and running around the small room. it wasn’t fair that he was larger than you in size but you could make do. and plus, he was extra careful in making sure not to hit you too hard. and here in this moment, seeing another side of him, you realize that you could never stay mad at sebastian solace for too long.

tired from the fight, you trip onto the mattress and fall backwards. he follows suit and lands on top of you, your faces inches apart, panting and out of breath. he supports himself with one arm as he gazes at you with an unreadable expression. “do you forgive me?” he whispers, breathless. the room was a mess, but your silence had been broken.

you plant a soft kiss on his forehead. it was truly unfortunate that the both of you were placed in this prison against your wills, but you knew that he would never intentionally hurt you. “i forgive you.”

oh fuck, he melted. impulsively, he slides one of his hands behind your back and pulls you closer to him, taking your mouth in his, kissing you fervently. your arms tighten around his neck, kissing him deeper, soft moans and grunts replacing the silence. in a heated frenzy, you guide one of his hands downwards. he grumbles as he lifts your shirt up, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.

you smile, feeling the warmth of his mouth. “to make up for you nearly killing me, does this mean i get a discount at your shop tomorrow?”

he laughed, a warm, deep and genuine sound that softened the space between you. “i’d give you a discount every day for free, fishbait… but this,” he whispers sliding down your pajamas, “this is just a huge bonus.”

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[katabay]

PIETÀ

black pean [forceps] season 2 fucked me up :')

like, I'm going to be thinking about this still they posted on instagram forever, and I haven't even started on the cher juno letter

[senshisdaughter]

Gotta say, overwatch's comunnity on tumblr is so so so refreshing and nicer then anywhere else, mainly because people here seem to enioy one thing more than anything else: the characters!

I find it so fruatrating how anywhere else people seem to only be able to complain. Complain about balance, about characters, about content creators, about anytjing really! Here is so much nicer.

While i see balance opinions, or complaints about blizzards choices on how to deal with characters and the story, it isnt nearly as inflamatory as in other places.

People here love the characters! The world! Most complains come from this love, be it criticising lore things like kirikos ages, or the lack of skins for certain characters. And I love this, because I fell in love with these characters, all of them.

I think this is a consequence of tumblrs fandom culture, as we naturally go for the characters in media even before focousing on the try hard competitive balance stuff (a lot of us dont even play comp lmao)

I see so much cool and different art (not only thirst over the women) I see head canons and people dexlaring their love for zennyata, mercy, bastiom, ramattra and many more!!

Love you guys, really. Seeing people who will interact with the game in other eays other than complaining makes me feel less alone as a avid overwatch lover, even with its flaws (blizzard).

[nerdetiquette]

As much as I love the ending for Juno and as much as I cried over it, I think I would’ve preferred it if there was no implication of Nureyev coming back. Like I like the ship, but this was about Juno, and I feel adding him back in even if he doesn’t speak, takes away from that. I get why they did it, not having something would’ve led to riots, but I’m sad that what I’m seeing in my dash is just jupeter and no love for the rest of the episode. We got so many other characters to wrap this up, and it’s just about Nureyev

[2af-afterdark]

do you have any nsfw hcs for juno?

Thank you for your patience, Nonie. I need to go through my inbox and respond to a few of you. ^^;

ANYWAY!!!

Juno is an eager service top, but only for you. He lives and breaths in order to give you pleasure and make you squeal.

If you saw his card story... he is okay with sharing, but only with certain people. He would have a threesome with you and Minhyeok.

Not a fan of teasing or edging. When he sees something he wants, he needs to have it right away. If you try to edge him, he will whine and beg to cum.

Wants praise, but doesn't necessarily have a praise kink. More like... he wants to hear you say how well he's doing when he's screwing your brains out.

If he could someday, Juno would love to wake up holding you. Yours back against his chest, your ass pressed to him, his dick hard from rubbing against you in his sleep... then he'd like to have loving morning sex.

His favorite position is anything where he gets to see your face. He likes seeing it filled with pleasure, but he also wants easy access for kisses.

Likes to take his time with sex. Quickies are fine, but he wants to make you come unraveled with pleasure over time.

Loves every part of you. Every. Part.

Will very casually brag about his exploits to everyone.

[junorpheus]

how did she get so meeaaannn 🎵

[rainecats]

I’ve listened to so many podcasts now that every time I start a new one and look through the cast I find at least one actor I recognise. Why is Skuzz “Cutting Grass” WOE.BEGONE reading me weird horror stories from a postoffice in Ohio

[cadaverre]

the song juna makes me physically sick bc.... u know me.... YOU KNOW ME !!!

[sweetnnaivete]

pandora loves the brothers grimm fairy tales 🤙🏼

what i've been sayingggg!

so the twins live in london with their father (possible a doctor, possible a ministry worker) throughout the year (starting when they were around five), but for the summer holidays they always go back to the massive mansion their whole family lives in in france, and sometimes when they've terrorized the family pets enough, their nanny takes them outside. so one day they take a walk into the little town and see the book shop, and are instantly entranced by the fairy tale books at the back of the store, because the drawings are sooo beautiful and they love the gruesome details. it becomes their new obsession, despite their family's disapproval

[mysicklove]

heyy it’s juno, this is my main🫣

i’m here to offer you catboy!gojo🤭 i’m writing some headcanons and maybe a drabble for him but i wanna know your THOUGHTS!! like that man is already bratty enough as is, but as a catboy he would be SO insufferable!! always wanting your full attention and doing the most annoying things to get it, he’s lucky he’s so cute with those fluffy white ears and tail<333

WE!RBFQWERF JUNO I- THANK U FOR A HYBRID ASK i- my fav au ever to exist.

sooo cute yes. def very lazy, and will literally collapse his entire body onto you just because he can. needy needy needy needy. literally has to get attention 24/7 or hes moaning out, acting like you are killing him. follows u around and talks your ear off, and you are like ???? satoru can you help me with the chores, but he just ignores you and continues his babbling. when guests come over he is insufferable, wrapping his entire body around you while talking to them. acts like nothing is amiss, but is soooo obvious he is jealous.ears twitching whenever they mention your name, and tighting his hold on u.

hes so insufferable, but cute

[loualcott]

you make me wanna make a book acc 😣

ughh you should it's so fun and like chatty and i've only got a few followers so it's kinda an escape from being perceived LMAO also very motivating to read !!

[junovae]

hi i know you got an ask really recently but can you maybe do the silly sashimi (seb) x a suicidal reader??? but also reader is really silly and the first thing reader says is “hear me out…” or something??? i love your writing :3

thank you so much reader, i greatly appreciate it (っᵔ◡ᵔ)っ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶). and don't worry, i got you.

expendable

sebastian solace x reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ sfw

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @miittchan on tumblr, youtube, and twitter. go check out their work and socials, promise it's worth your time.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF THIS TOPIC IS HEAVY FOR YOU. MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ALWAYS ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

summary: escaping the ghastly prison that was the hadal blacksite was probably the best thing to ever happen to you. so why, if that was the case, did you want to go back?

cw: sebastian x su!cidal!fem!reader, takes place after finishing the game, still in the pressure universe, same timeline as this, mentions of trauma and slight suicidal thoughts, reader is coping, angst and comfort too of course, reader wants to...go back to the hadal blacksite?, reader just misses a certain someone too much, trying to find peace amidst the chaos, no spicy scene for this one

wc: 1.4k

a.n: i think i would want to go back too ngl. also this was just my take on the prompt. BUT, if you were looking for something more like sad reader and sebastian comforting them, i got you too with that headcanon. just lmk!! :)

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"and last but definitely not least. hear me out..."

you place a picture of him, post transformation and all, onto the cake.

"who's this? he kind of looks like the guy who uhm, you know," your friend stared at you intently, hoping you would get the gist. when you didn't answer, they continued. "back in 2013, remember? with the nine peo-"

"no, no, it's just someone i met at the blacksite," you quickly interjected, forgetting that urbanshade had unjustly faked his death and hid the true story of sebastian solace from the world. "and no, that guy didn't murder them. he was wrongly convicted. just like i was," whispering the last part, you grab forks from the kitchen drawer set the cake onto the dining table.

"right, i'm sorry," they whispered softly, guilt creeping into their voice. hoping to lighten the mood, your friend added, "but no, i’m actually hearing you out on this one. did you know this fish creature personally?"

the two of you take a seat and start munching on the delicious red velvet 'hear-me-out' cake presented in front of you. "you could say that," you smiled cheekily, causing the both of you to burst out into a fit of giggles.

just then, a sharp pain similar to tiny needle stabbings pulse through your upper abdomen and into your chest. a series of flashbacks creep their way into your mind.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you’re escorted down the submarine ramp and shoved onto a platform. “just keep walking. if you hear anything strange, hide.”

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

an ear-piercing screech echoes in the distance. you rush to the nearest locker, slamming the door shut just as a pink aura sweeps past.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you crawl through a vent and find a small storage room at the end. turning right, you stumble upon a strange fish creature, causing you to jump back. "ah, another expendable," he yawns, unamused. "come in, fishbait. welcome to the shop."

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

volus lunara's searchlights close in. nervous and trembling, you fail the skill-check, getting shocked by the generator. stunned, you lie there as the beam focuses on you. your eyes widen in horror as the monster's grapples pierce your body. this wouldn't be the first time you've experienced this. you'd die a hundred more deaths.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

hurt and wounded, you collapse in a corner. your head spins as the distinct sound of chains dragging on the ground fills the air. resigned to your fate, you limp toward a corner, exhausted. suddenly, someone grabs you and carries you to a seemingly safe room. “what are you doing, fishbait?” a voice hisses. only one person ever called you that. “why didn’t you move? you could’ve died,” sebastian snaps, his voice tinged with anger, but there's a hint of worry beneath it.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you and sebastian are lying together in the room behind his shop, an unexpected moment of vulnerability. the two of you open up about your pasts. he shares the details of his tragic demise, a painful history that he’s never spoken of before. in the quiet of the room, no longer caring about the consequences, you lean forward and plant a kiss on his cheek. sebastian tilts his head, confusion crossing his face, but there's something else there too—something unreadable.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

a document? "the saboteur," it reads at the top. as you continue reading, the details unfold—now you understand why he’s been given that name.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

after days of giving him the silent treatment, sebastian solace finally breaks. finding out that he was the cause of your repeated deaths weighs heavily on you. desperate to fix things, he starts a pillow fight, and through laughter, the tension melts away. eventually, the two of you make up, finding comfort in the shared moment of forgiveness.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you try again and again, until one fateful day, you finally make it to the end. as you dry off from your underwater escapade and step into the submarine, a realization hits you. you’ve reached your freedom, but what about sebastian?

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

as you turn from the submarine to search for him, sebastian suddenly appears right behind you. confused, you stare at him. "sebastian, come with me. we can have our freedom and get revenge on urbanshade." he looks at you, his expression sad and melancholy. "i can't go, fishbait."

"yes, you can. come with me, please," you insist.

"look at me. what do i look like to you?" he asks, and you don't see anything wrong with him.

he explains that he has bigger plans, ones that will lead to him meeting you again someday—in human form. you refuse to leave, even as the submarine's hatch starts to close. but in the last moment, he pushes you in. the hatch slams shut, and you’re engulfed in complete darkness.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

your pulse rushes and eyesight narrows. the room is spinning and the fork in your hands falls onto the table, alarming your friend. your head drops into your hands and you start panting.

"hey, you okay?" they drop the piece of cake with jake sully's avatar on it that they're eating and rush towards you.

"i need space," you shoot at them, feeling their hands on your shoulder. yes, you do feel bad for pushing a friend away but the feeling was too overwhelming. "please, i need space," you repeated again, softly this time.

"yes, i understand." filled with worry, they pat your back one last time before taking one last bite of the cake and grabbing their jacket from the couch. "i'll be back tomorrow, okay? we can finish eating the cake then. just text me when you're feeling better. and please take care of yourself."

nodding your head in acknowledgement, the front door finally closes. you get up, massaging your temples, to lock the front door. your heart is still pounding and face is flushing. you rush to your room and close the door behind you before jumping on your bed. the white sheets engulf your frame as you finally allowed yourself to release the tension you've been feeling all this time.

you desperately scream into your pillow. "this isn't fair at all." you continue to cry, the sound of your soft sobs being the only thing filling the pitch-black room.

months of being trapped in the never-ending death loop in the limbo of the hadal blacksite changed you. now that you were free, nobody believed your testimony against urbanshade. after all, it was one escapee prisoner versus a well-known corporate company. sure, you had your freedom, but the guilt of knowing the company's darkest secrets—the horrid, inhumane experiments they conducted on their captives, the trauma of each death and reset—was consuming you. you had no one to confide in. the only person who truly understood you was still trapped in that very place you purely and vehemently loathed.

expendable. that's what you were. that's what urbanshade had labeled you.

dispensable, nonessential, and powerless.

"i don't want to do this anymore," you softly whisper into the void of darkness consuming you.

...

...

...

...

...

what the hell are you talking about?

you shot up. what the fuck. was that-

please tell me you're not giving up that easily, fishbait.

yeah, no, this was definitely your long-awaited delirium. you were going crazy. the physical and mental stress was driving you insane. but even so... even if it was you finally reaching your limit or even a suppressed memory of him, sebastian solace had promised you that he would see you again one day.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself in the crushing darkness. maybe you were losing it, maybe that voice was just your fractured mind. but if there was even a sliver of truth, you couldn’t give up. not now. not ever.

"fine, sebastian," you whispered, standing to your feet and wiping your tears. "if you’re still out there, i'll find you. and if this is just my own madness, then i’ll survive long enough to make it back to you—human form or not."

giving up was a harsh reality. but so was fighting back. either way, you knew you couldn't stop. you wouldn’t stop. not until freedom was real for both of you.

you made up your mind. you were going back to the one place in the world you dreaded the most — urbanshade's hadal blacksite.

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[linkcities]

link's conjecture | zelda/link, botw/totk

I cannot promise you healing, nor can I promise you fulfilling redemption. I cannot promise you that the moon will stop revolving around us in order to give you more time; in the first place, time was what we didn’t have, what we don’t have, and quite possibly what we can’t ever be in total possession of.

or,

Link gives Zelda a letter, a year after the calamity's defeat.

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pairing | zelda/link, zelink

tags | letter format, implied zelink, drabble, post-calamity botw, pre-totk, light-hearted.

for @zelinkcommunity's zelink week, day 3 | letters.

word count | 630 words.

notes | 1/2 of my entries for this year's zelink week! this is part of a much larger 'fic that i'll be publishing within the year, if ever i get around to finishing it. cx

ao3

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Zelda,

Perhaps it will never be easier. Not for us, anyway.

I see the effects of the calamity on you vividly, when you’re walking right beside me, before you sleep at night; in the middle of it. You don’t like wearing your heart out on your sleeve, princess, but you’ve been trying too hard lately that you’ve forgotten how to conceal it. But I believe, fervently, that you shouldn't have to conceal it.

When you walk: there is a nervous skip to your step, even in lands filled with grass and green. I was the same when I came out of the Shrine of Resurrection, but mine was because I felt like I was in unchartered territory, which rang true for the most part. I can tell that we’re not the same in that regard. My caution stems from my initial knowledge about the world around me, or the lack thereof. Yours stems from your incapacity to look at things without getting reminded of the red, the screams from one hundred years ago. I’ve long forgotten about the past. You’re the only one tying me to it—though that’s not how it goes on your end.

Your exhaustion is apparent everyday. I understand why. It’s hardly been a year. I doubt that six moons’ worth of sleep is going to replenish your energy all at once. You always tell me to rest as though you weren’t as tired as me—as though you weren’t twice as restless. You were awake for a century, your consciousness barely felt, barely existing. Even now that you’re with me, you’re barely there. You’re always drifting somewhere else entirely, a place I don’t know how to get to just yet.

I’m a light sleeper next to you. I have to wake up lest trouble stirs up on the horizon. I wake up at dusk, sometimes, when I feel you clutching the sheets tighter until your knuckles turn pale. I’d give you one look the next morning and you’d smile, almost as if you knew just by sight alone that I was worried. You’d always say that you were fine, just unused to sleeping with someone next to you. That’s a lie. If it were true, why is it that you only fall back to peaceful sleep when I hold you in my arms?

Princess, it’s only going to get more difficult from now on.

I cannot promise you healing, nor can I promise you fulfilling redemption. I cannot promise you that the moon will stop revolving around us in order to give you more time; in the first place, time was what we didn’t have, what we don’t have, and quite possibly what we can’t ever be in total possession of.

I cannot promise you anything of substantial value, princess, I don’t think the Goddess granted me that power. I can promise you lasting efforts. I can promise you that I’ll try. Over and over again. I can promise you my world, everything I have left to give, but I’m certain that still wouldn’t be enough.

I would give you everything if I could. Even if I cannot, that doesn't mean I won't try.

I would go through the ends of the earth for you again if that is what you would wish of me. I would do anything.

I would. For you.

Perhaps you should let me start again.

Zelda,

My Zelda. Perhaps it will never be easier. I’m sorry it can’t be. But you have my word; and by word alone, I swear to walk at a pace that allows you to breathe. Should you choose to stay still, I’ll stand beside you until you’re ready to move forward. Really, I wouldn’t mind.

We have all the time in the world.

Link.

[jewishrizahawkeye]

that flag tearing is such a rite of passage >:)

i’ve seen it so many times before and i’m like “oh the vibe is nice” but in context if the full scene… god

[nerdetiquette]

I don’t think words are enough to express how much the Juno Steel stories means to me and how much Juno himself means to me, but I am calling myself a writer now, so I am making an attempt to find the words, even if they will not be enough.

Juno Steel is such a character driven and focused story with an amazing amount of care put into it. There was care put into Nightmare at the end, the Aurinkos in the middle, and Juno in the beginning, and all of it led to the conclusion of a beautiful thing. Juno gave way for all of it, and the themes of self improvement and self love being the end of the story, the final lessons Harley and Kevin have decided to teach us, make the story what it is.

I love this show from the bottom of my heart and it’s done so much for me. Thank you for all of the lessons you have taught me on how to be a better person, how to be a complete person, and how to continue being a person even when it’s hard. Juno’s themes are so human and something everyone can relate to, and I think the human element is what makes it mean so much.

Thank you Harley and Kevin, though I hope you never see this and perceive me more than saying my name at the end of episodes, this story means the world to me. It means the world to many others. I’m so happy I kept going, even though I hated Juno in the first season. I’m so happy my friend got me into the podcast with the disgusting make out noises in the second episode. I’m so happy I was able to listen to this show, and I’m so happy it affected me so much.

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @themissing-linc at Juno's apartment

There weren't very many people that Juno ever invited into the safety of their home, but while the feeling was oddly new there was no resistance in their thoughts when they offered Lincoln to come over. After six to seven months of living here it was interesting figuring out who was someone worth considering a friend, and so far the list contained very few. Linc quickly finding his way at the top of theirs. Opening the door only wide enough for him to squeeze through, Juno welcomed him in. "Make yourself at home." they said, closing the door and moving towards the small open kitchen to grab him a beer. Juno didn’t drink as much as they smoked but got some ahead of time just in case. Beer tasted like piss. They’ve never been able to get past that thought. Not even when blasted. “Got you some Corona’s, there’s also water, weed, X…” They listed softly, moving around the coffee table to grab a seat of their own. Juno’s surrounding was much like their person. The room was gray with black furniture and likewise decorations. Metal chains as well as vintage portraits and masks decorated most of the walls. One accent - and Juno’s favorite by far - wall was fully decorated with shelves and a collection of clowns and other circus figurines. Those had been presents from an old friend whom gifted Juno a piece for every concert or adventure they went on, every achievement they received, and every holiday they could think of. “I didn’t think this far. What would you like to do?”