#so here is a fresh post of them together ♥

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Cillian!Oppenheimer x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

request: scientist reader and Oppenheimer have sm sexual tension between them and trying to hide their feelings for each other cause they're colleagues but then when the Manhattan Project comes up and they both work on it together it just gets too much to handle. by @aporiasposts

disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. cillian's representation of oppenheimer is also fictional to a degree. if you dislike this kind of fanfiction, please keep scrolling and do not interact with this post. otherwise, have a lovely day. ♥

warnings: smut, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple positions used, mutual pining, years of sexual tension

word count: 2090

author’s note: please read the disclaimer several times if you must before you decide to comment something snarky or send a dense anonymous ask. (: this is my first time writing smut for Robert so it was interesting!! I rather enjoyed it and I think I'm going to finish the other smut I was going to write for him. also, I changed the request details a little. reader is a historian/ political scientist of sorts instead of a scientist. I feel like there is a lot of scientist!reader fics out there and wanted to be a little different haha. I hope everyone enjoys!

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Having a doctorate in history has led you to places you never thought possible. One of those places ended up being the University of California - Berkeley. You were given the opportunity to lecture there with some of the brightest minds in the country- one of them being physicist Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. Your disciplines differed but had the same solid foundation of facts, evidence, and logic. Needing to see things to believe it for yourself was one thing the two of you had in common, which brought you together. You were interested in his lectures and as he was yours. Both of you have learned a lot from each other and have become good friends. However, there were times when you would interact, and it felt intense. You’d grade papers together in comfortable silence, sometimes stealing glances at one another. Whenever you caught Robert staring, you’d give him a small, knowing smile. When he caught you staring, he’d hold your gaze, which made you nervous. 

You enjoyed attending Robert’s political discussions after class to see how passionate he was about current issues. Dr. Lawrence, your other beloved colleague, often warned you to avoid them, but you ignored him. The energy you’d feel toward Robert every time he’d rant about how every person deserves the freedom and the right to choose was electric. It was the very basis of your beliefs as a historian and a professor. The two of you would often go for a cigarette in the courtyard between classes to enjoy the fresh air and discuss politics. Robert loved hearing your stance on things, especially since you knew your stuff about the history of politics and how things work with them. The tensions were high that day, and before you knew it, Robert leaned into you as you spoke. But before anything could happen, it was time for classes to resume. So you went your respective ways. 

When you were contacted by the government to assist on a top-secret project, you were shocked. They needed your expertise in politics and history, as well as your reading and writing skills. You asked if Robert would be involved due to his talent in psychics, but you got no answer. You didn’t take long to learn of Dr. Lawrence’s involvement in the project, and you were ecstatic to have someone you knew tagging along. He was worried about Robert not being present for the Manhattan Project simply because of his mutual and close friends being communists. You insisted you’d speak to Robert about the matter, but Ernest objected. However, after a meeting about the Spanish Revolution that Robert had held, Ernest blew up on him. He mentioned there was a project and that Robert wasn’t allowed on it as long as he was sticking his nose in communist politics. So, Robert stopped the meetings, and sure enough, General Leslie Groves eventually poked his way into Robert’s office one afternoon to discuss the Project. 

Now, the three of you were involved and had to leave Berkeley. Robert quickly assumed the position of Project leader and already had a location picked out for the Project headquarters. You had heard many stories of this location from him and demanded he take you to it before construction began. You and Robert left Berkeley and traveled to Los Alamos via horse, talking and laughing the whole time about your childhoods and times in school. You both decided to camp there overnight and enjoy the desert and its beautiful sky before dealing with the most significant project in human history. As you sat by the fire that night with Robert, you stared at the sky in wonder. Robert watched you with just as much wonder, enjoying seeing you smile. Because pretty soon, there wouldn’t be much to smile about.

By the time you had moved into Los Alamos and started getting to work, the tension between you and Robert was becoming impalpable. The camping trip solidified whatever was going on between you two- even if it was nothing at all as of right now. Robert ensured you were at every meeting so you could give your two cents if it was needed; you were the brains and the empathy of the project. Gen. Groves admired you for it because no matter how steep the project was getting, you never once panicked or got in over your head. He also admired how you managed to keep your hands off Robert despite how you looked at him. And one day, he mentioned it to you.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out of here?” Gen. Groves asked you one day during a field test.

“Oh, uh,” you hadn’t given it much thought, “I’m not sure. Probably continue lecturing.”

“No one special in your life you want to be with?” Groves asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Not really,” you mumbled sadly, your eyes glanced over at Robert, “Not yet, anyway.”

“Maybe once all of this is over, you can pursue them,” Groves suggested knowingly, “We’re so close now. It won’t be long.”

You nodded, seeing that he knew who was on your mind just by how he studied you, “Maybe.”

After all the hard work and growing sexual tension over the tedious years at Los Alamos, the bubble separating you and Robert finally burst the morning of the Trinity Test. The test was a success, and Robert was basking in the afterglow. Everything from getting his hand shaken to being carried by the crowd of excited and ecstatic workers- it brought him some relief. There’s always sunshine before the rain. 

You invited Robert over to your quaint house on the outskirts of Los Alamos for your nightly glass of wine, but this time it was heavier. It was more meaningful because you finally accomplished what you’d been working so hard for. When Robert sat next to you on the chaise next to the fireplace, his leg touched yours. The sexual energy was like a thick, wet blanket. You took large gulps of your wine as Robert’s eyes stared into yours, his glass pressed to his lips with slower sips.

“I can’t believe it’s all over,” you shook your head.

“Me either.”

“What do we do now? What’s life after this going to be like?”

“I’m not sure about that,” Robert had set his wine down on the floor, “But I’m sure about something else.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, polishing off your drink.

“You.”

You slowly sat back up after putting your empty glass on the floor by your feet, “Me?”

“Yes,” Robert paused, “Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you in ways I can’t explain. And I can usually explain anything.”

You chuckled at that, nodding in agreement, “That you can.”

Robert leaned in, and your smile faltered. His hand reached up to touch your cheek gently, his thumb pushing some of your hair out of the way. Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited with bated breath for Robert to finally, finally kiss you. It had been years of waiting now. And the second his lips pressed to yours, all that time seemed to drift away. There was an explosion in your chest at the feeling of Robert pressing against you on the chaise, pushing you down onto its cushions. His coat and tie have long since been discarded, so all you have to do is worry at the buttons of his shirt with your shaking fingers. Eventually, you get the shirt opened and off his slender frame as it hovered over you. Robert let his skillful tongue slip past your lips with ease, exploring every centimeter of your mouth. How you had longed for this moment.

“Need you, Robert,” you pulled away for air and sighed as his hands pushed up your legs and underneath your dress, “Always have.”

“I’m here, darling. I’m here now.”

Robert shoved the skirt of your dress over your hips and stomach, revealing your slowly soaking white and dainty underwear. He hummed in satisfaction when his finger circled the wet spot at your entrance, causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, pulling down your underwear without hesitation.

“Yes,” you said bravely, “Now, nothing fancy tonight. We have plenty of time for other things, but for now, I need you inside me.”

“Alright then,” Robert chuckles, hastily unbuckling his slacks before pushing them far enough down his legs to be comfortable.

He glided his tip along your slickness, gathering all he could to push inside you with less friction. You whined at the contact, a wanton moan escaping you suddenly as he moved into you at a patient pace. But you were anything but patient, especially at this point. You pushed your hips, causing Robert to enter you further, to which he let out a delicious groan. His hands gripped your sides intensely, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth baring down into the skin as he felt you suck his cock in. 

“Wanted- needed this for so long,” Robert whispered in your ear as his tip finally brushed against your insides.

“God, me too,” you cried out when he slowly pulled back out and then slammed back into you, “Fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Robert tutted playfully, to which you flashed him a smile, moving your hips to wiggle him further inside you.

Robert had thrust himself into you again, this time a little faster than the last. He kept doing this until he had a steady rhythm, lifting your legs to put on his shoulders to get a better angle. You growled at the sensation of him hitting your cervix, and your hands scratched down his back. Robert picked up speed, almost making the chaise scoot on the floor. He was fucking you like mad, and you were taking every second of it like his cock was water and you were thirsting in the desert. In this situation, the figure of speech wasn’t too far from the truth. The feeling of him repeatedly steering into your stomach made you nearly squeal from pleasure. Robert presses your thighs to your shoulders, the undersides of them against his chest. You were a mess, moaning like a whore and gripping Robert as if you blinked hard enough, he’d disappear.

“Taking me like such a good girl,” Robert grunted, moving a hand to your cunt to swipe at your clit in time with his thrusts.

You tossed your head back, crying out at the sensation. No one had ever fucked you with such vigor and passion. You felt that growing bubble in your gut, expecting it to burst any second.

“Cum in me,” you demanded, “Need to feel you.”

Robert laughed breathlessly at you, “Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

And as if he weren’t going fast enough, he pulled out, flipped you over, and took you from behind even faster than before. Robert pushed your cheek into the chaise cushion, watching you as you side-eyed him with utmost pleasure. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm creeping up. Robert pushed your lower back down as far as it’d go, your stomach flush with the material of the chaise underneath you. Your ass being in the air caused Robert to hit a new spot inside you, sending you reeling and spilling over the edge. As your cunt suffocated his cock with its walls, Robert followed your release with his own. His hot cum filled you up with warmth, your hips still bouncing against him. Robert panted from behind you, slowly pulling himself out of your now-dripping pussy. 

You rolled back onto your back, now facing Robert, “That was… wow,” you exhaled.

“I concur,” Robert joked, sitting back and pulling you onto his lap.

You hummed in exhaustion, blissed out as you hung your head on his shoulder.

“Want to stay?” you asked tiredly, eyeing the now-spilled remainder of wine Robert had placed on the floor earlier. You’d worry about it tomorrow.

“I’d love to,” Robert muttered into your ear, kissing it before picking you up off his lap.

The rest of your night is spent watching Robert study you as you lay beside each other in bed. He took you in as if he was seeing you in a new perspective- and he was. Robert was as curious about you as he was about the world and how it worked. Except now, he had to worry about not destroying you like he had the world.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 18/End

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You wake up in still silence. The chirping of birds wafts in with the scent of grass. You must’ve left your window open. The city doesn’t usually smell this fresh.

You roll over and stretch, an odd weight clinging to your ankle. Your alarm hasn’t even gone off yet. You could probably get a few more minutes in before–

You bend your leg. The pressure on your ankle becomes more obvious. You rub your eyes and let your vision clear. You stare at the ceiling, the wooden slats only vaguely familiar. You’re not in your apartment.

Slowly, the memory seeps in. Oh, shit.

You turn your head and look around the room. The cottage, once quaint and homey, is now a cell. Were anyone else to walk in, they would see it as cozy and welcoming. To you it is a trap.

The bedframe groans as you sit up. You pull back the blanket to examine the cuff around your ankle. The chain clinks against the wooden leg of the bed and you sigh. Fuck. This is fucked. This can’t be happening. It’s not real!

You’re sleeping. This is a nightmare. This isn’t true. It can’t be.

You smell maple and hear stirring in the next room. You face the door as he enters. Oh god, wake up, please. He smiles, unbothered by the twisted scene of you with a chain at your ankle. That’s how you know it must be a dream.

“Good morning,” Curtis greets fondly.

He sets down the plate on the small armchair in the corner. He takes his time in setting up a metal TV tray with flowers painted on it before you. He places the stack of french toast in front of you, syrup dripping around the crust.

You stare at the powdered sugar and don’t move. You close your eyes. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

“Bunny, are you okay?”

No.

Not okay.

This is all very not okay.

“Bunny?”

Your eyes snap open, “this isn’t real. It can’t be…”

“Aw, baby,” he coos and bends his knees, meeting your eye line as he squats, “I can hardly believe it either. We can be together, just you and me. No work, no creepy bosses…” he sneers past you, “just us.”

Your lips part as you pinch your leg. Once, twice, three times. Each harder than the last. You are very much lucid. This is real.

“Now,” he stands and takes the knife and fork. “You should eat. I made these special for you. With my secret ingredient,” he speaks chipperly as he cuts into the stack, “I know you’ll love them.”

Your eyes glisten and you watch his hands. You’re stunned silent. You tingle all over. You feel like you could combust. He can’t be serious. He can’t think this is okay. How can he pretend this is normal?

He pokes a forkful towards you and you shut your mouth. He prods at your lips but you refuse to open. He sighs and growls, “bunny…”

You part your lips and let him place the small piece of toast into your mouth. You chew the sweet sponge bread, just once and hold it in your mouth.

“Good, isn’t it?” He asks.

Your eyes flick up to his face as he rescinds the fork. You scrunch your lips and shove the tray over as you stand. You spit your mouthful in his face and run around the bed to the window. You lean on the window and stick your head out.

“HELP! Somebody! PLEASE! HELP! Help me!” You cry out into the sprawling forest.

You hear him behind you. He hooks his arm around your middle and wrenches your inside. You narrowly keep from cracking your head on the frame. He hauls you back as you writhe.

“Let me go! Curtis, please– you’re crazy! You can’t do this. You can’t keep me here!”

“I’m not crazy,” he snarls as you struggle against him, “I love you!”

“No, no, you don’t. You barely know me!” You whine as you claw at his wrists, “I– I don’t love you back. Please, please, I’m scared. Let me go–”

He spins you and tosses you at the bed. You hit it, the impact causing you to bite your tongue. You roll over as he approaches, cupping your mouth as you kick out, trying to keep him away. He catches the chain and stills your ankle. You throw out your other foot and he slaps it down.

“You do,” he grits out, “I know you do–”

“Please, please,” you reach above you, trying to drag yourself away from him.

“No!” He climbs up between your legs, “you do! You love me, baby. I know you do,” he bends over you, bringing his hand to your throat as he pets your cheek with the other, “You do, bunny, you do. I know you’re scared. I know. No one’s ever treated you right, but I will.”

You sniffle as you continue to feel along the other edge of the bed. The pressure of his hand on your neck terrifies you. You touch his knuckles gently as your tears bead song the brims of your eyes and roll out.

“You’re scaring me. You’re… hurting me,” you whine.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” he eases up, stroking your chin instead, “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Curtis,” you lay paralysed, adrenaline coursing and flooding your heart, “Curtis, please, this isn’t love. It– You– You kidnapped me–”

“What? No. I saved you.”

“Saved me? Curtis, no, no, this isn’t–”

“Shhhh,” he hushes you and covers your mouth with his hand, “I know I was your first, baby, and it’s new and confusing. This is how it’s supposed to be. It’s meant to be…” He brushes his lips against his hand, “you and me. Forever.”

[millersdjarin]

Some Invisible String

Chapter I: High Tide

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: E (eventually)

Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn't know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he's too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.

Tags/Warnings: eventual smut, post tlou part I, jackson era joel <3, emotion!!!

Chapter length: 3.3k

notes: my first multi-chapter joel fic! overall title is from taylor swift's "invisible string", chapter I title also from taylor, "this love" ♥︎ eventual smut will be here too! so far it's going to be 5 chapters :) enjoy! ps. i recently switched to writing in second person but when i wrote this fic i was still writing in first person, hope u don't mind! will be posting updates regularly

I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. Really, I don’t. 

But, then again, nothing has been a good idea in twenty years, and I’m still here. So, there’s that. 

One minute I was out hunting in the snow, tracking a deer that made itself vulnerable in the woods beside a half-frozen creek. If I could get him, I thought, it’d keep me going with food for a week at least. Best thing about winter: food stays fresh in the cold. 

Worst thing: everything else. Literally everything else. 

Because now, what started as a quick hunt with an almost-guaranteed prize at the end, has ended in me literally fighting for my fucking life, rolling around in foot-deep snow as runners try to rip the shit out of me. 

It doesn’t help that the commotion has led a bunch of local hunters—who clearly had the same idea as me—to my location. They’ve got the deer, they’ve shot me in the leg, and I’m either going to bleed out, get bitten, or get eaten by infected. 

So, this is great. 

Blood rushing in my ears, I seize the moment a hunter shoots one of the nearby runners and use it to take shelter behind a rock for a minute, surrounded by the groans and screams of infected who are still searching for me or attacking the hunters. Gunshots ring loud throughout the air, along with the smashing of a few molotovs as the bottles hit the snow, the roaring of flames as they engulf bodies. 

My leg is bleeding into the snow. Actually, it’s damn near gushing, pulsing out with each beat of my heart. 

Footsteps are getting closer to me. I try to put pressure on the wound, but the bullet is still there, and it fucking hurts, and my vision is going blurry. The screams of infected are getting less and less as, presumably, the men take them out. 

I’m not bitten. Not yet. But that’s the least of my worries, if the pool of red snow I’m creating below me is anything to go by. 

It’s starting to leech into the snow surrounding the rock, easily giving away my location. As the last infected screams with a squelch of a blade into one of its body parts, one of the men shouts, “Hey! She’s over there! Flank her!” 

Ha. As if they even need to flank me. 

My head is spinning. Blood, shiny and thick, coats my hands. It’s all over me. It’s fucking everywhere. It won’t stop bleeding. 

I’m going to fucking die. 

These men are going to kill me, or do worse while they wait for me to die. Surviving the apocalypse as a woman is a fucking joke. 

I reach for my gun, but there are spots in my vision now. Dark red and black. It’s a mixture of real blood in my eyes and blood loss making me dizzy. I can feel it fading. All of it. The cold, the feeling in my body, the sound around me, everything…

It’s fading. 

There are heavy, men’s footsteps getting closer. 

I’m just debating whether I have the strength to fight back, or even to just end it all myself before they get chance, when I hear it. 

A new gun. A new set of voices. The hunters’ attention is turned away from me once more as their footsteps crunching in the snow turn away and head for whoever else has decided to grace us with their presence. 

It doesn’t matter. I’m out anyway. After all this time, all this fighting, after everything I’ve lost—I’m going to die here in the snow, in the middle of nowhere in Jackson County, after being shot by a fucking hunter. 

Then, I hear a voice. 

It could be a southern accent. I could swear that it is - that it’s real.

But I always knew that in my last moments I’d hear him, real or not. It’s been ten years, but I still hear him in the night sometimes, as I’m falling asleep or jolting awake. Sometimes when I get injured, I hear him tutting, I feel his fingers on my skin, patching me up. 

Now, sitting here dying in the snow, I could swear that it’s him.

It’s not. It can’t be. 

But as the last of my consciousness fades, as I feel the final thread of me begin to fray, I let myself believe that it is. 

I hold onto the sound. So clear, like he’s right there next to me. 

I never wanted to die alone. I’m going to pretend that I won’t. 

“Joel…” I feel his name slip through my lips for the first time in years. 

His name, and his voice saying my name in return, are the last things I hear before I go. 

-

Well, goddamn. 

If this is hell, there is no fire, so it could be worse; but if it’s heaven, Jesus, I don’t want it.

I can’t even wake up. My eyes feel heavy. It’s like I’m clawing back to consciousness after a bad fever. After a surgery that went wrong. Before I can even think or begin to open my eyes or listen for sounds, I can feel that every inch of me hurts. Like I’ve been cut open, rearranged, and sewn back together again. 

So, it’s not heaven. Cool. Fine. I’m going to suffer for eternity, then? 

Except, when I hear it, I freeze. (Metaphorically speaking. I’m already frozen in whatever spot I’ve been cursed to.) 

“She’s waking up.” That isn’t Joel. But it’s similar, and familiar. It sounds like...

Why the hell is Tommy here?

Then, it’s his voice again. My name, in Joel’s voice. 

If nothing else, the confusion gets me to force my eyes open. 

And the first thing I see is him. 

“Hey,” Joel says, “can you hear me? Wake up…you’re safe…” 

I blink a few times. Then, beneath the pain in my body, I realise that I’m warm. I’m under something soft and cosy; a wool blanket, it feels like, if the scratching against my bare arms is anything to go by. 

Any other sensation doesn’t really matter right now, though, because I can’t take my eyes off of Joel. He’s just there, hovering above me with even more creases on his forehead than I remember, an especially big one sitting between his eyebrows right now that looks like someone’s drawn it there. 

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he sounds distant but close all at once, and soft and gruff just like he used to. 

“I…” I manage to stammer while I vaguely register that there is daylight around us, though it’s fading into shades of amber and pink. Approaching sunset. Last I remember, it had only just risen.

Not without struggle, I get my body to move, but the second I shift in my place, a blinding pain shoots from my leg to all angles, hitting my head and my toes. 

Well. I’m starting to think I’m not actually dead. 

“Hey, don’t try to move, you’re hurt,” Joel says again. 

Joel. 

...Joel? 

Joel!? 

“J—Joel?” As I start to realise that it seems I am very much alive, somehow that fact just makes for more confusion. I look around, and Tommy is there, too, standing by the room’s window, leaning on the butt of his rifle where it sits at his chest, the barrel facing the floor. He looks older, too. Much older. He’s got almost as many wrinkles and greys as Joel does now. 

Someone else enters the picture after a minute. A woman with a frown of concern pushes Joel away—in my delirium I almost forget that he’s probably real, and that it wouldn’t be appropriate to reach out and pull him back—and then her face is above mine, shining a torch in my eyes. 

I squint against it but she holds my eyes open and inspects them. “How are you feeling?” She asks. Her voice is husky but kind, the faintest trace of a Brooklyn accent making itself known. 

“I—confused,” is all I can say, dumbly. Joel is standing behind her, looking over her shoulder with a frown that reaches new depths. (He frowned a lot back in the day, but geez, he’s got even better at it.) “Where am I? Who—who are you?” 

“I’m Angela,” she answers, removing the blinding torch from my eyes, instead pressing two firm fingers into the pulse point on my wrist. “You’re in a town called Jackson. It seems you already know these two fellas.” 

“I—yeah,” I manage to laugh a little in disbelief. Tommy is still there on the opposite side of the room, smiling just a little, fond and nostalgic. It’s then that Angela’s words hit me. A town? “I…is this…am I…the hunters…you…?” My words aren’t coherent or related enough to count as a sentence, or even a completed question. 

“It’s our town,” Tommy says with a small smile. “You got nothin’ to worry about. No one here’s a hunter, and you’re in good hands.” He nods to Angela. 

I look back to her and frown at the way she’s wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my arm. “Are you…a doctor?” 

“I am,” she answers. “You got shot. Lost a lot of blood. These two found you just outside town with barely enough time—or blood—to spare.” 

I can’t stop glancing between Angela, Joel, and Tommy. It’s like I’m watching a tennis match between three people. 

I’m still not entirely sure this is real. In a fever dream, or even in my last moments, my brain would definitely conjure up something like this. A safe town, where I’m under a warm blanket, on a soft bed, and being looked after by two people who used to be the most important people in my life. 

“I…” I’m interrupted by the door swinging open. It lets in a brief shock of cold wind, but Joel quickly reaches out to close it behind whoever has just come in. 

“Ellie, I told you to wait outside,” Joel says lowly, so quiet I can barely hear him. 

“It’s freezing out there! And I’m worried. Is she awake—?” The girl—Ellie, apparently—pushes past Joel to look over Angela’s shoulder at me. Her concerned frown relaxes when she sees me. She’s just a kid; probably barely fifteen. I’ve never seen her before, but she’s looking at me like she was terrified I was going to die. “Oh, you’re awake!” 

“I…am.…”

Joel puts his hand on Ellie’s shoulder and gently pulls her back a little. “Give her some space. Angela’s still working.” 

“You know, she’s the best. Last month Joel dislocated his shoulder and she reset it before he could even scream—”

“Alright,” Joel interrupts her, “Ellie. Why don’t you get our guest some food, alright?” 

“Something hot,” Angela requests. 

A hot meal and a comfortable bed. This has to be some kind of pre-death dream.

“It’s almost dinner time at the kitchen,” Tommy offers with a knowing smile, “see what you can rustle up.” 

Ellie sighs, but nods. Before turning to leave, she looks at me again and says, “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll get you the good stuff.” 

The door lets in another whoosh of cold air, but Joel closes it as soon as possible. It’s then that I realise there’s a fireplace on the wall behind the bed; the flames crackle in the light breeze before settling down again. 

“I need to check your wound,” Angela says. “Don’t suppose one of you boys can help me out? I need someone to distract her.” 

“Distract me? From what?” 

“I’m gonna take off your bandage and check the stitches. Then I’m gonna clean it. It’s going to hurt.” 

“I don’t need distracting,” I say, meaning it. I’ve dealt with worse. Hell, somehow I survived this. But Joel is still gazing at me, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe, like he’s scanning for even the slightest inkling that something else is wrong they haven’t noticed yet. (Seems unlikely—I’m wearing different clothes than I was before.)

Mentally squirming under his gaze for the first time in a long time, when I never thought I would again, I realise that I might not need distracting, but I do need answers. 

Or something close to it. 

“I’ll stay,” Joel offers, as if reading my mind. He was always so good at that. It’s weird. Someone so emotionally unavailable shouldn’t be good at that. 

Tommy pushes off from the wall, stopping at the foot of my bed. “Don’t be afraid to break his hand,” he offers, grinning lopsidedly, “man needs an excuse to stop for one goddamn minute.” He grins at Joel when he grumbles in response. “I’ll be outside. Need anythin’, give me a holler.” And with that, he’s out the door. 

Angela carefully pulls the blanket up and away from my leg, revealing the side of my thigh where the bullet went in. It hurts for something to even be moving in close proximity to it, like my skin is on red alert. 

I wish I could say I’ve gotten good at hiding my pain, after all these years of surviving it; but I haven’t. It still shows on my face like it did the day the outbreak happened; like it did when I was barely an adult.

Joel knows. He pulls up a wooden chair beside my bed, offers up his scarred, calloused hand. There’s an expression on his face I can’t quite read. The faintest hints of a sheepish smile, maybe, crows feet deepening around his eyes. It looks like he’s saying, Funny seein’ you here, and I can hear that in his voice, gruff and sarcastic, so I just imagine that that’s what he’s trying to say. 

I glance down at his hand, then back up. For a moment I consider not taking it. 

It’s been ten years. 

I left for a reason. 

But then Angela starts pulling at the bandage wrapped tight around my leg, and the pain is fucking horrific. It’s a stabbing, a pulling, and an aching all at once. It starts at the bullet wound and pulses out like cracks of lightning, through my bones, my nerves, up my hips and to my neck. 

A sharp inhale through my teeth, a blinding flash of pain that whites out my vision for a second, and I’m reaching for Joel’s hand before I can even think any more about it.

“Why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re doin’ here?” Joel’s voice comes through the blood rushing through my ears. “Last I saw you, we were in Texas.”

“What—what am I doing here?” I laugh, incredulous, and gasp as another wave of pain comes. “I don’t even—know—where I am.” Angela is working away and it hurts, it fucking hurts. But I think, at least, this is the final piece of proof I needed to confirm that I am not actually dead.

That, and the way Joel’s thumb is smoothing over the top of my hand, even though I’m squeezing his so hard that it must hurt like fuck. He’s doing it like he’s not even thinking about it. Like it’s second nature. 

I left for a reason. 

“You’re in Jackson,” he says. 

“I know that. I just—don’t—” I grunt in between words as Angela takes alcohol to the wound. “I don’t know how far—how far you took me—”

“You were barely outside the town. The hunters that got you were bandits on their way to us."

"Right," I say, still not really understanding.

"So it’s just coincidence we found ourselves together again?” 

Yes! I left for a fucking reason! 

I’m realising I’m not saying it out loud. 

I’m not saying it out loud because I never even told Joel there was a reason, let alone what that reason actually was. 

“I—guess so,” I grit out. “Sometimes the Universe likes to laugh at us. I—oh, Jesus!” A particularly intense stab of pain comes as Angela starts dabbing at the wound. It’s a bruise, a gash, a cut, all at once. 

“It’s alright, hey, just look at me,” Joel’s voice comes, so familiar that it hurts, so soft that it hurts—“Look right at me. That’s it. Do you remember where you were when this happened?” 

“I—in the snow,” I answer, staring into his eyes like they’re a lifeline. Angela has started wrapping a new bandage around it now, tight and secure. It hurts. It just fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts. “The forest. I was—hunting for food. Then…infected. Infected came and—then—hunters…” 

Joel nods, encouraging me to continue. 

I can’t, though. The pain is too much. Looking at him is too much. 

I screw my eyes shut, and a traitorous, humiliating tear spills from one of them. In frustration, a groan splits past my lips, and I reach up my other hand to wipe away the tear. 

“Nearly done,” Angela promises.

My teeth are biting down on my lip so hard that I can taste blood; but the pain of that is paling in comparison to everything else, so it doesn’t bother me. 

“God fucking dammit,” I grunt as another tear falls. 

Down to my very core, it is humiliating. 

To be here, writhing in pain, and crying in front of Joel, of all people. Crying during the apocalypse. Crying because he’s there. Because his eyes are still the same.

I’ve always been too soft. I was never as hard as Joel. Or as anyone else around me. 

As a kid, books always said that being soft was a strength in its own way. That it was a quality to be proud of. But in this world, all it’s ever brought me is close to death.

“All done,” Angela says. 

Though the pain is still very much alive and well, I breathe out a sigh of relief, waiting eagerly for it to ebb. Realising I’m still holding onto Joel’s hand so tight that my knuckles have gone white, I release him, and take a deep breath. 

“Good job,” he says. Whether he’s saying it to me or Angela, I’m not sure. He observes his hand, lifting it up to look at as he stretches his fingers out. “Jesus, woman. Gonna need a new hand after that.” 

I laugh, breathy. “I had permission.” 

“From Tommy,” Joel counters with a grumble. 

“I knew you wouldn’t mind.” I say it before I can give it permission. And the softness in my voice—well. That’s just downright not fair. 

Joel’s eyes meet mine again. He holds them there for a moment too long. Looks like he might want to say something, but then doesn’t, and stands up. His green flannel shirt stretches so nicely over his shoulders, even broader now than they were back then. His hair is flecked with grey, as is his beard, which is longer now. 

I used to lie awake at night and imagine running my fingers over it. I used to cherish the way my hands fit over his shoulders when he boosted me up onto a ledge. The way the muscles in his arms flexed and showed veins when I hoisted him up behind me. 

We used to be a team, me, him, and Tommy. 

Now, staring at him as he leans against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest, I think about those times. I can’t help it. There are dark and grey hairs on his chest, peeking up above the top button. I remember how his heart feels under there from the time I had to stitch up a gash there. I remember his pulse, from keeping my finger on it all night when he was feverish from an infected knife wound. 

Tommy and I nursed him back, but I thought we’d lost him. 

I thought a lot of things.

And, well. There was no other choice. 

I left.

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[misselysia]

Clive x Reader (Part 2)

Part 1

pairing: clive rosfield x (female) reader word count: 1658 (much more than originally planned lol)

Part 2, yay! As always, criticism and suggestions for improvement are welcome!✌️ Special shout-out to the dear @drabblesandimagines You can't imagine how much I adore your work and writing-style. I always get so giddy when reading your newest oneshot. No. 1 fan here✧༺♥♥♥༻∞

On your way out, you immediately felt bad, but your mind told you to forget about it.

He deserved better than you...

A week passed by and luckily the Hideaway's routine became a great distraction, but no matter how hard you tried, thoughts of him crept into your mind like persistent shadows.

You desperately wanted to do something about it, but those words kept replaying in your mind.

He deserves better than me.

He deserves better.

Jill - his best friend since childhood. Like a sister. Oh sure... She was perfect from what you could tell. A fine Lady with the finest manners. As if they were made for each other. It always hurt seeing them together. What a selfish thought to keep him all for myself.

It hurt even more thinking about it. You wanted those thoughts to stop but they kept haunting you. Thinking that a bit of fresh air could do you good at the moment, you strolled down to the pier in the Hideaway. Nighttime always had that calming effect on you. After finding a spot to sit, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and take in the breeze of the sea. Having a moment where you didn't have to worry about anything was really pleasant. But that night still kept replaying in your mind.

The way he pulled you onto him... How close the two of you were... What could possibly have happened if you hadn't run away...

You snapped your eyes back open, a deep sigh escaping your lips. "Not again..." You inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Not until you felt something soft nuzzling into your side, accompanied by a gentle yawn. Only then did you realize it was none other than Torgal. A smile tugged at your lips as you began to pat him gently. "Good boy. What are you doing here huh?" You couldn't help but to wonder as to why the wolf would be here out of all places. "Did you decide to take a break from your owner?" Your own question brought a soft chuckle to your lips. You caught a soft, happy noise from him, as he cozied up comfortably beside you, stretching out and relishing the scratches you were giving him. "Ah, Torgal, what should I do? Your owner just won't leave my mind. But it's clear we're not meant for each other." You continued rambling, mostly to Torgal, but also to sort out your thoughts. "I mean, I'm just me, you know? Tarja's apprentice and running errands all over the Hideaway. And then there's Clive... well, he's Clive. By the founder, he's still a Rosfield. A Lord. And on top a Dominant. He's just everything!" Your frustration was evident in your exclamation.

As you were pouring out your thoughts to Torgal, a voice broke through your monologue, interrupting your internal struggle. "Everything, huh? I... didn't expect you to think so highly of me."

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned your head in surprise. There stood Clive, leaning against a nearby post, a half-smile playing on his lips. He looked effortlessly handsome, his dark hair ruffled by the wind, his deep blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. Your cheeks flushed, caught completely off guard by his sudden appearance. You hadn't expected him to be here. Though that would explain why Torgal was here. Stammering, you managed to find your words. "Clive, I... I didn't expect to see you here." He chuckled softly, pushing himself off the post and taking a step closer. "Well, I figured I'd take a walk down by the pier. And it seems Torgal had the idea before me." Torgal shifted, curiously looking at his owner. Clive smiled before giving the wolf a gentle pat. "Good boy. You keeping Y/N company?"

Your heart raced, torn between wanting to run away and wanting to stay and face the situation. Clive's presence was overwhelming, and the memories of that night kept flooding back. You averted your gaze, trying to gather your thoughts. "I... I mean... yes, seems... he had the same idea before you." Clive's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression softening slightly. It's the first time you've actually spoken to him since that night. "Mind if I join you?" You managed a weak nod, unable to find your voice. Clive settled down beside you, mimicking your position by the pier's edge.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" He remarked, looking out at the blighted, yet moonlit water.

You finally found the courage to speak, though your words came out in a hushed tone. "Clive, listen... about that night at the infirmary... I'm sorry I ran off like that. It's just that, well, it was all so unexpected, and I didn't know how to..." He turned his gaze towards you, his blue eyes, by the founder you loved his eyes, holding a mix of amusement and understanding. "It's alright, Y/N. I admit I might've caught you off guard. But I've been thinking about that night too." Your heart raced at his words, your feelings in turmoil. "You... have?" He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I have. And I've been wondering if you've been avoiding me because of it." You shifted uncomfortably, your fingers playing with the fabric of your dress. "It's not that simple, Clive. You're... well, you're you, and I'm just... me." He reached out, gently placing his hand over yours, stilling your restless fingers. "Y/N, you don't have to compare yourself to anyone. You're your own person, and that's what makes you so special." His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself looking into his eyes, a sincerity that made your heart flutter. "I... I'm just not sure about all of this. It's complicated." He smiled warmly, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Life is complicated, but sometimes, it's worth taking a chance." Torgal let out a contented whine, as if sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Clive's presence was reassuring, and a part of you wanted to believe his words. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth taking a chance, even if your heart was still unsure.

As the moonlight danced on the water, you felt a glimmer of hope within you, a small flame of possibility that maybe, just maybe, you could find something meaningful amidst the complexity of it all. But of course your mind had to complicate it even more. "What... what about Jill?" You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your throat as you continued. "Jill is wonderful, Clive. You two have history that I can't compete with. She's been by your side for so long." Clive only leaned in closer, his voice soft but resolute. "Jill has always been a dear friend, a sister, but that doesn't mean my heart isn't capable of making its own choices." Before you could reply, his hand cupped your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. And then, in a moment that stole your breath away, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. It was soft and tender, filled with unspoken emotions you had been struggling to voice.

As he pulled away, his eyes searched yours, searching for a response. "Y/N, I don't want you to doubt yourself. You deserve happiness as much as everyone else. I'm not looking for a shadow of Jill. I'm looking for you." Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of emotions overwhelming you. His words, his touch, the kiss - all of it was like a balm to your insecurities that had plagued you. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath to steady yourself. When you opened them again, you found Clive still looking at you, waiting for your reaction. You let out a shaky laugh, a mixture of relief and vulnerability. "You have your way with words, Clive." He smiled, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped. "I just speak from the heart." Your lips formed into a smile of your own, the weight of your doubts beginning to lift. "Clive, I..." He reached out, his fingers gently touching your lips to silence you. "You don't have to say anything if you're not ready, Y/N. I don't want to rush you." You appreciated his understanding, but something in you had shifted. The emotions you had kept locked away for so long were finally finding their voice. You placed your hand on his, holding it against your lips for a moment, before looking back into his deep blue eyes. "No, Clive." Your voice got steadier now. "I want to say this. I need to say this." You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words you were about to say. "I love you, Clive Rosfield. I love you for who you are, for how you've helped me see beyond my doubts, for the way you've shown me that happiness is worth pursuing. Just now, I fell even harder for you." Clive's eyes seemed to shimmer with emotion as he looked at you, his thumb gently tracing your lips. The moonlight played on his features, casting a surreal glow around him. And then, a slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his eyes never leaving yours. "I love you too, Y/N.", he said, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "I've admired you from the moment we met, but now... my heart is truly yours." In that moment, it felt as if the stars above were shining just for the two of you. Clive leaned in, and this time you met him halfway. Your lips brushed against each other, a sweet and tender kiss that sealed your feelings. As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths intermingling. You felt his arms wrapping around you, holding you close, and you felt the truth of his affection in every touch.

Maybe it wasn't so bad to get some fresh air after all...

[naffeclipse]

Kind of bouncing off of the last ask you posted/answered, do the other glamrocks have parts in sleuth jesters? Besides Freddy, of course. What about the springlock and fnaf 1-4 models?

(Mainly asking about the springlocks bc I've been doodling an oc as if they were in the au and want to be at least a little accurate with their backstory, even if its just for funsies lmao)

For the glamrocks, I keep changing my mind about what they're doing as I don't have roles/storylines for them to be included in yet, except for one. I do, however, have plans for the Funtime animatronics in a possible Sleuth Jesters continuation, but that's all I'm going to say on that matter.

I don't have any thoughts on other fnaf models aside from what I mentioned above, so have fun with your OC! ♥

I have a lot of thoughts about Glamrock Bonnie for Sleuth Jesters, and oh boy, I'm gonna ramble about them here. Tucking it below the cut because it's a bit long! Content Warning for Pregnancy and Death.

Bonnie and Freddy were tight-knit and escaped into freedom together when animatronic rights were legally recognized. Freddy was very interested in politics and Bonnie set his sights on the justice system and the law itself. He studied and looked for every loophole and wrote as many letters as he had to, and finally managed to thrust himself into law school despite a lot of people not liking an animatronic among their students, but boy did he do it anyways.

He got his law degree and returned to the city with a lot of justice on his mind, alongside Freddy who was working his way into public roles within the community. Bonnie started working as a criminal defense lawyer and representing animatronics while navigating the very fresh, legal rights of his kind. He was helping everyone and anyone he could along the way.

There's a small story of Bonnie intervening on Sun's and Moon's behalf when they're unfairly hauled into a police station and interrogated because of Eclipse's gangster antics (before they join the police academy), but I'll save that for another time. In essence, Bonnie has met the celestial brothers. Sun and Moon like him. Eclipse does not.

It's amid these cases where he's fighting an entire system to give animatronics fair trials in a court of law that he incidentally meets a woman. She entered his office under the assumption that he was a divorce lawyer and seeking advice on how to go about such matters.

Bonnie's surprised by several things in this encounter, least of all the mistake of his specialty. Here's a human (pretty lady) who holds no pre-determined grudge or animosity toward his automaton existence, and she's rather occupied with her own troubles but very kind. When he explains that she came to the wrong place, she bursts into tears and confesses that she has no idea what to do because her husband abandoned her and she discovered not three days ago that she's pregnant.

Bonnie isn't one to shy away from complicated matters and the woman has been very sweet, so he comforts her. Ruby, as she later tells him when she's dabbing at her eyes with tissues, explains a little more about the situation. The good news is, Bonnie's certain she can get her marriage annulled as it was very recent and the circumstances are very dreadful. He gives her an address and a person to talk to, and he wishes her the best. As he watches her leave, he realizes that he would very much like to see her again, and Bonnie tells Freddy just as much later.

Freddy is supportive but also warns Bonnie to be careful. There are still a lot of people who aren't 'comfortable' with animatronics and it might be tumultuous to start a relationship with a human, if Ruby is so inclined, but Bonnie has never let anything stop him before.

Ruby was impressed by him despite the teary first meeting (much to Bonnie's delight and quiet relief). Though she was once bitten, twice shy due to her previous and now annulled relationship, and growing concerned that a man, whether organic or machine, wouldn't want anything to do with her since she's with child, Bonnie puts her fears to rest and promises that he will take care of her and the baby for eternity if she'll let him.

They become attached to one another pretty quickly. Bonnie is thoroughly smitten with his darling Ruby and supports their growing family. There are some incidents of outrage towards their relationship, some of which scare Ruby, but Bonnie's fur feathers are never ruffled even while he handles the verbal and sometimes physical reactions. Freddy is always there to lend a helping hand, too, and make sure Bonnie's family stays safe.

When Ruby has a healthy baby girl, Bonnie couldn't be prouder.

All the while, Bonnie is aiming higher in his career and sets his sights on becoming district attorney. He's certainly succeeded in enough cases to be considered for selection. It takes a staggering amount of time, but finally, when Freddy is running for Mayor, Bonnie has hope, and after Freddy wins, Bonnie is selected for district attorney.

Now in a great position to bring about change, Bonnie sees the city rotting with corruption and violence, and he knows exactly what he's going to do. He's going to pull injustice out by the roots.

He sets his sights on Eclipse and his gang.

This, one day, might be a little fic that I hopefully get to, but in short, Bonnie is the only one who successfully puts the mafia boss on trial. Eclipse finds it all very amusing, the court proceedings and whatnot, but Bonnie is the prosecutor and he intends to get Eclipse behind bars, where he belongs.

The tough thing is that Eclipse has never played fairly. With the vigilante and the detectives as witnesses among the spectators, Eclipse slips through justice's fingers and escapes punishment in a gloat to the city's legal system and as a testament to his power.

It's not long after that that Bonnie mysteriously disappears, leaving behind a wife and child. Rumors have it that Eclipse was not happy about being tried and they pity the brave but foolhardy district attorney for trying.

[breezypunk]

W.I.P Wednesday, because why not? :)

Sometimes I get these urges to create bigger photostories. 20-30 is usually my average, but sometimes I take it over 40, and somehow that's what I managed to do the last few days. I've just been working on a little self-indulgent sappy thing for my boys because I just really love them.

While I don't have PL for PC (sad face), I do have a new headcanon that Vaughn started taking jobs for Hands more often in Dogtown. I've actually come to really love Dogtown, it's almost a favorite. But with being in Dogtown a lot comes with being away from home, which means being away from Goro for weeks at a time, and well.. when he finally comes home and they do see each other it's like falling in love for the first time. :')

Here's a couple sneak peak photo's from my upcoming story: The Morning After.

I even wrote some stuff, I've been pretty rusty when it comes to fic writing but sometimes I get in the mood, and I usually come up with words on the spot, I've found it to be easier for me, and it's usually the spontaneous things that end up being the most meaningful to me. Here's a small portion of that:

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The smell of coffee hit Vaughn's nose immediately. Goro always knew exactly where to get him. Nothing like a fresh pot of Vaughn's favorite to start the day, even if the day was starting incredibly early. Vaughn wasn't even going to bother to check the time, Goro wanted him up for a reason..

They are my source of happiness, sometimes I feel super annoying when I post about them xD but I honestly don't care really, they both deserve the world, and some of my most creative ideas came from the both of them together.

Another small WIP which I have nothing to show for yet, lmao, is that I was thinking of maybe doing a re-release of Goro clothing. Thing is, I'm very pro-nomad Goro, and not everyone is, so if anyone has any ideas on outfits they want for him and wanna let me know, I can work with that too :) (Probably won't be compatible with Nibbles replacer for the time being), but I can still make some nice outfits for him if anyone is interested.

So yeah! These are my WIPS! ♥

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi there! I just found your blog and liked about 100 of your posts. The information you give is so helpful! I want to write a m/m roommates to lovers fanfic but I’m struggling because I’ve never written one before. Could you give me some advice/tips on this trope including mutual pining, sexual tension, one or both denying interest in the other even though it’s painfully obvious to others, there was only one bed would be a nice detail but not critical, with eventual love confession. Thanks!

M/M Roommates to Lovers

Welcome to the blog! I'm so glad you found a lot of the posts to be helpful! ♥ Here are some posts and tips that will help with your story: General Tips: Guide: Characters Falling in Love Friendship Turns to Romance Transitioning Through Levels of Affection Mutual Pining:

Guide: Writing a Slow Burn Romance The Subtle Signs of Romantic Interest and Love

Sexual Tension:

Sexual Tension and How to Write It Denied Interest:

Start by creating romantic chemistry (Guide: Creating Romantic Chemistry) and illustrating that obvious (to everyone else) mutual pining. Show their internal behavior (thoughts, emotions, internal physical cues) and unconscious external behavior conflicting with their conscious external behavior. In other words, show how their facial expressions, body language, vocal and physical tics, and the things they say/how they say them differs between moments when they're caught off guard/not moderating themselves (eyes wandering to other person, unconsciously leaning toward them, letting a romantic or flirty sentiment slip out) and moments when they're consciously trying to illustrate that they are definitely not into this person (refusing to look at them, keeping a physical distance, saying things that are clipped/curt or overtly platonic.) You can show others around them catching on if you want to, even going so far as to question them, which gives them more opportunities to consciously deny.

Only One Bed:

All I'd say here is to see if you can find a way to put a fresh spin on this trope. The old standby is they get stuck in a lodging situation together and... too bad... only one bed.... but this has been done a lot. Similar alternatives could include things like having to share a small/intimate space (like having to squeeze together to sit in a crowded restaurant booth), having to dance together, one fixing the other's wound, or really any intimate situation that forces them together in an unexpected way. Eventual Love Confession:

Adding Surprise to a Slow Burn First Kiss Are Verbal Love Confessions Hokey in Fiction?

Have fun with your story!

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Valentine's Day Ficlet Requests

Hello, everyone. I've been a bit inactive here because busy with real life, but I'm back with this activity and I'll continue with your asks and other requests! As it's Valentine's Day it's going to be a shippy activity so if you are not interested in the ships or just in this activity I suggest you to block the tags for the ships I'm using in this blog or the tag "Valentine's Day at Teikoku". I'm going to do this Prompt List, if you want to reblog to do it yourself use the original, please. You can reblog this post so more people can see it and send request though.

Rules, ships and prompts under the cut.

Rules:

♥ You can send the request anonymously. ♥ One prompt per ask (so it's tidier later). ♥ You can send up to 3 prompts per ship. ♥ You can send for all the ships you want in my list. No limit. ♥ Be patient if I delay. I'm entering a busy time with work and moving. ♥ I'll write a ficlet for each prompt requested (up to 1k words). ♥ There're no going to be angsty, any of them, just fluff. ♥ If you want a special bg for the ficlet tell me. Ships you can ask:

♥KidouxFudou (tag KdFd) ♥GendaxSakuma (tag GenSaku) ♥SakiyamaxHenmi (tag SakiHen) ♥NarukamixOtomura (tag NaruMura) ♥ShinobuxHaruna (tag ShinoHaru) ♥KogurexHaruna (tag KoguHaru) ♥EnaxOokusu (EnaSu) For the rest of characters from Teikoku, I don't have any established ships so you can try with a ship and if it inspires me I can do it too. Just, not using any of the characters listed above.

Promts you can ask:

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grassIn a letter

A whisper in the earLoud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken grass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead asleep/unconcious

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read since I last made a post about it

Snakes and Lions by Moony_Reggie Remus is a Slytherin and Regulus gets bumped up a year. Remus and Sirius' prank rivals to lovers was an unpararelled slowburn, very neat, I don't even remember how Jegulus happened but they're sweet. Also Remus and Regulus are kinda sorta joining the Death Eaters because they feel they don't have other choices in the war.

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx Jegulus, makes me want to read Call Me By Your Name

Hush Hush by crippledgoddess told mostly from Lily's POV, aka the one with the worst luck when it comes to walking in on couples making out. In some ways it's a conglomerate of your typical Jegulus Secret Dating tropes, everyone's gay, and Pandora does not fall under the rules of mere mortals.

A Bone to Pick (With Myself) by Quietlemonhush Sirius falls through the Veil and ends up getting a second chance at life! I screamed and keysmashed, very lovely

Kissing Lost Boys Goodbye by shutupeccles Regulus and Sirius are in love, romantically, like Orion and Alphard before them and Arcturus and Regulus(?) before those two. They go to extreme lengths to not act on their feelings. Made me lie down on the floor because it was fucking sad

The Marauders and the Prisoner of Azkaban by SilverShadow1 Alternate universe Marauders + Lily + Regulus are reading PoA! It's def one of my favourite takes on this type of story

The Mudblood of Slytherin by nickahontas very inch-resting. I'm not one who often reads "someone's made up little sister" stories but this one def gets a pass. Lucy Tonks the Mudblood of Slytherin is originally from our world, somewhat remembers the books/movies. She's set out to save as many people as she can... but in the process she becomes kinda very powerful and morally ambiguous and really, there's a LOT of murder in here. Also Sirius with a flaming sword and mildly unhinged Regulus

The Highest Form of Betrayal by star boy Lyn (LyncisLikeTheStar) Regulus is trans, stalked by his ex Tom Riddle, high-key emotionally abused by his parents - but the cherry on top is the fact his own fucking brother and friends KIDNAPPED him in his sleep. And the cherry on the top of THAT cherry is that his fresh new wrong-number boyfriend is no one else but one of his kidnappers. Can he get over this betrayal and forgive his friends, his brother, his boyfriend?

constellations inked in blood by The_Duchess_of_Fiction love it when the Blacks get together to fuck shit up

Novam Faciem by CandlesInTheSnow I didn't finish reading this one, the premise it interesting - Fred and George discover that Harry is biologically the son of Regulus Black and Tom Riddle - but the writing didn't vibe with me personally

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona !!!!!!!!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! purrfecto numero uno luno Regulus/Pandora Regulus can see how he dies and Pandora can find things people need and just go read it

How Like Home by waitingondaisies Harry follows Sirius through the veil and ends up in an universe where Riddle never became voldemort (he's taking turns being a headmaster of hogwarts with McGonagall instead), alsmot everyone is alife, ect. Regulus was mentioned once and I'm not sure he'll play any significant role, but it's a good fic!

Scent of the Moon a series, when Sirius loses his shit and announces to his parents that fuck them, he's gay and fuck them, Walburga loses her shit and tosses him to Bellatrix who tosses him to Grayback. Sirius escapes barely alive and with a furry little problem. But, all turns out well. Regulus is so very lovely in here and by so very lovely I mean a bossy little shit whose love language is secretly protecting Sirius from afar

Reenactment by WanSue Sirius falls through the veil and gets a do-over

Fated to Fall by ouzell soulmates jegulus AU

Crumbling by regulusblacksdiary Regulus/Remus, the build-up to the getting together is so very lovely to me but then I looked at the tags and it's CANON COMPLIANT fuck me in the ass why don't you regulusblacksdiary

Napoleon in Three Acts by Snegurochka Sirius loves both his brothers. carnally

The Second Story of Regulus Arcturus Black by Aquarius_Black Regulus pops up in 1995, what a softie

sour candy by hiraiskies this one is kinda Lily bashy? She takes James' attention for granted and is very thrown off her groove when she finds out he moved on to one Regulus Black.

The Return by sandersonsister Regulus pops up in 1995, future reg/harry

The Secrets of Regulus Black by Josiem that boy sure does have secrets.

when you were mine by battlehamster needs no introduction

What could have been by Phantomwriter2182 Harry time travels, saves regulus, recruits remus and severus. Regulus' prejudice and sexuality are about to be challenged by a certain werewolf!

in the fires of our youth (oh, brother of mine) by quynhorlose i really do like this trend of remus and regulus being besties and accidentally getting into dating Sirius and James without anyone knowing they're dating each other's best friend/brother

b(l)ack home, everything is a little different by Anonymous parent children incest with age play dead dove do not eat

Regulus screws with peoples feelings for around 7+ years by GhostBugsBunny love this energy the author went full feral and I love that for them. reincarnation au

eleven:eleven by wheresmejumper After oct 31 1981 Sirius does a little research on the string theory and does a little time travel. It does't really work out the way he wanted. For one he's in 1992, Regulus is there, oh and they're both 11. I love the black brother interactions!

A Branch of Magic that has Never Worked by thecolorofthesea regulus pops from the cave to 1995

Stellar Parallax by cloud (cloudpancakes) Sirius, veil, rebirth, redo

Space Exploration by cloud (cloudpancakes) regulus, death, rebirth as Malfoy's twin

Back To The Old House There's no Voldemort (according to Evan he killed himself, it was very embarrassing) but James is still in mortal peril - according to Seer Pandora - and the only one who can save him is Regulus, by dating him. It's a very unhleathy relationship with Regulus being obsessed by being good for James and James being very obsessed with Regulus being good and also being possessive and emotionally manipulating but they're slowly slowly getting better as Regulus is growing a spine and James is realising and unlearning certain habits. There's also Wolfstar, cool parents Monty and Effie, and stuff

Ozymandias by sirtwentyofhousegoodmen after the family is in shambles since the events of 1981 Arcturus Black steps back in. yada yada io and behold it's 1995 and voldemort isn't dead and neither is Regulus it turns out

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium SEER REGULUS EVAN ROSIER MY BELOVED and more.

chronological displacement universe draco and harry have a time turner accident end up in the 70s

My Loyalty, My Concern, My Happiness, My Revenge by AugustStories screaming crying

Rewriting Destiny by Mostlywinstuff regulus, cave, gets yote to 1995

We're Just Friends by TheHappyUnicornGirl Remus is gay. Regulus is gay. Sometimes attending the same LGBT support meetings leads to friendship.

unorthodox dating by moonyslapdog :DDDDDDDDDD

yours for the night by willowjh love the communication going on here, remus/regulus

The Long Game by knight_bus_of_doom jfjjfhrluhgrulrukjdfhnf THE GHOST OF REGULUS IS HAUNTING THEM SINCE THE FIRST PART OF THE SERIES

It runs in the blood by Metalomagnetic me gusta kapusta, Sirius agrees to take the mark to spy on Voldemort. He did not account for Voldy getting massive hots for him. Honestly poor Rabastan he has to watch that clusterfuck from up close lol

This Is Why I Hate Mondays by AtomicMint crack

pirates and the king's sheep by hypotheticalhore pirates AU my beloveds

but my brother's where i cry by touchlikethesun Barty has a chat with Sirius

Can you see me? by nineofcups James is totally not obsessed with Regulus black no sire

love is not a predicate by mordax regulus plays piano at night and James can't sleep. muggle boarding school AU, v pretty

Follow In Her Paw Prints by Erica45 McGonagall adopts Regulus so that he doesn'T have to join Death EAters

King Of My Heart - Jegulus by brokenvibes ♥♥♥ fuckbuddies to lovers

Louder Than Words by Ginnywasafriendofmine ♥♥♥♥♥

Black Moon by ouzell love it

Regulus Black, Potions Master by CuteSunnyDayDreamer6 what it says on the tin

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Taffy’s Tiered OC Line-Up

Click the images to read them more clearly. Welcome to my pinned post! This is an easy-access resource for my tiered ocs: a collection of characters from over the years that I’m particularly fond of. When I post ask memes, this is where I’ll send you for an OC list. If you want indepth dives on characters, more art, or fan art check the links below. Questions about OCs are always welcome & can be sent to my Ask Box.

[♠ Shuffle Units ♣ Details & Gallery ♥ More Art ♦ Polls ]

[If you see an incomplete refsheet, missing info. etc. & wish it was complete, just point it out to me and I’ll bump them up on my to-do list. There’s 64 of them so it could take me awhile to get around to it naturally.]

Reading the Info Cards

The top row of each sheet is: 1) A label card with the official Tier name & associate colors, 2&3) graphs breaking down the 16 OCs by creation date, gender distribution, and what they were originally created for, and 4) an ordered Roster list of who’s on the sheet.

The name they go by is in the upper left. Their full name including titles are at the bottom. The only mistake I’ve spotted (& not fixed) is Angel’s name.

The two images are their reference chibi, and at least one piece of artwork of them where they’re drawn accurate to design i.e. not a chibi. There’s a few exceptions where art was no available.

The right side is quick stats: age, height, body type, pronouns, and birthday as relevant to an Earth calendar.

The colors used in formatting are their image color (background) and semi-official secondary colors (labels). Some OCs have more colorful cards while some have plainer cards; that’s intentional. OC Symbols in the lower left are in their secondary image color when possible.

Prismatic World [minted in 2011]

Their original references were traced art on lined paper. I could only fit eight per page, so that’s why there’s sixteen. In early references they were the Primary Sixteen: my nearest and dearest characters of that era. Their group name evokes the primary colors cast by light through a prism representing the “rainbow” of characters. As a group, they’re associated with primary colors especially red. Aisling is their first member & leader in cross-canon stuff.

(details for Prismatic World members go here if I decide to do that)

Pastel Universe [minted in 2017]

When I did ask memes pre 2017 I’d sometimes include a few extras: Mana, Araminta, Senga, and Haoniyao. I’ve since retired Senga but the rest became foundation members of Tier 2. In the long development period & their early use, they were called the Secondary Sixteen. Their group name evokes more muted tones popular in image colors for the group. As a group, they’re associated with pastel secondary colors, especially salmon & mint. Araminta or Oriurim is their leader is cross-canon stuff.

(details for Pastel Universe members go here if I decide to do that)

Yose Atsume Ballet [minted in 2017]

On a whim, I decided to take all sixteen characters from my three magical girl projects and put them in a Tier together so I could focus on developing them more as characters. All OCs in this tier are from Meiseki DREAMS, Ichimatsu DOLLS, or Hagane FLOWERS. The group name (寄せ集めバレエ; “mish-mash” ballet) reflects the naming scheme of their individual projects & invokes the image of a more hodgepodge kind of collection. As a group, they’re associated with deep blue or dark red. Team leaders Sagiso, Maria, or Haruna function as their leader in cross-canon stuff in that order of priority.

(details for Yose Atsume Ballet members go here if I decide to do that)

Nacreous Galaxy [minted 2020]

A final round-up of fresh faces as well as older characters that were considered for Tier 1 or Tier 2 but didn’t make the cut. Unlike other Tiers, they’re listed in the order that they were added to Tier 4. Their group name was almost Iridescent or Holographic Galaxy, but Nacreous won out. It’s meant to evoke rainbows in a “trendy” way to reflect the modern and more defined visuals of their character designs as most of them did not require design updates. As a group, they’re associated with light pink, white, or faded rainbows. Shiha or Tien could be considered their leader in cross-canon stuff.

(details for Nacreous Galaxy go here if I decide to do that)

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character art tags: (currently not linked)

Aisling | Yun | Almondine | Angel | Yoshimi | MirA | Mara | Tamon | Cassiel | Ume | Carnelia | Hermes | Nova | Alice | Flora | Megami Min | Parker | Hao | Loa | Rim O | Kanna | Rune | Rim B | Micah | Daisey | Kawaru | Alala | Pancha | Alessi | Rangi | Mana Maria | Lirio | Haruna | Shasa | Youko | Sagiso | Elloe | Piper | Kit | Kotone | Miyuki | Kugumi | Myst | Rai | Rakko | Hiromi

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5B Reaction dump (I have no witty title here I’m fucking exhausted from the last three days):

First, I have to word vomit more thoughts from my last post because I’m feeling some way about the promo.

I know from the promo that Buck and Lucy kiss and like, if it’s not a cheating storyline I’m fine with it. He’s spiraling in his own way, so I can see him reverting to sex/intimacy as a coping mechanism. Plus I think Lucy had the potential to be a fun character, and honestly with the loss of Maddie and Chimney, and Eddie moving to the new job (and considering Oliver talked about the character struggling with the change in an interview a while ago) he’s going to need a fresh ear to be a sounding board. They really could have a fun duo of being competitive and one-upping each other, and if there’s friends with benefits that lead to deeper convos and self discovery I’m all here for it.

HOWEVER I refuse to believe that Buck, with all the character growth we’ve seen, would go out for drinks with the team and make out with a coworker in the bar, with everyone around. While having a girlfriend. Clearly Hen knows something’s up by her looks in the car, so it wasn’t discreet. The character assassination for the sake of plot is always gong to be a hard no from me. Not only is it OOC, but cheating storylines are fucking awful and goes against what Buck is about. The kid didn’t even move on from Abby for MONTHS despite it being clear they were over and her telling him not to wait for her. I really, really hope BT had a breakup before this, and that this isn’t the “wrench”. There’s just so many ways to convey the spiral and self sabotage (and clearly the writers/SR read the fan fics so pick something from there, Tim) and I’m holding on to my last vestiges of hope that this isn’t a cheating arc.

Let him hit rock bottom, in fact I want that because I want him and Eddie to finally confront the compounding traumas, both individually and together. Because they’re so interwoven as friends (and my hopeless dream of Buddie) and they deserve to work through this.

Just not like that. I hated it with Hen and I still hate it now.

So, I’m suspending disbelief until the episode airs and the rest of this dumpster fire will be reaction to the actual episode.

(I'm not fine)

Seeing them back on screen ahhhhhhh ♥♥♥

Uh, hows the dude fucking alive? I'm dead seeing that

Bobby is so done with him and it's been two minutes lmao

Harry!!! Domestic Bathena!!! Give me all the fam scenes!!!

Bobby a gossip? Noooooo /s

YOU CANT COME OUT WITH SHIRTLESS EDDIE LIKE THAT I NEED TIME TO PREPARE

AND YOU CANT FOLLOW UP WITH THE CUTENESS OVERLOAD OF HIM AND CHRIS AT BREAKFAST

He's experimenting with cooking ? ? ? WITHOUT BUCK ?? Uh oh.

Also, the convos with May and Josh and Linda my heart ahhhhh

They're feeding us with this montage, even though we are watching the slow spiral I'm loving it. L O V I N G

Chris roasting Eddie marks my first bingo box and it's been five minutes lmao

"You need to move on, I have." My fucking soul. Oh my god, my soul hurts.

Even though I know what's coming next this sequence is giving me mad anxiety. I'm talking acid reflux and all. On the bright side I'm glad they're going back to the action rescues.

ooh, Eddie going into combat mode I'm digging this. You could literally see the flip switch in him, going from exhausted to 'in the zone'.

It's almost like a Buck v Eddie argument over who lives and who dies based on Eddies parents and the kids. Just spit balling here...

Yea, hella reckless yikes. She legit could have got them killed before he was even in the bed of the pickup.

You know, I didn't anticipate this Josh convo. Like, you weren't that upset by Claudette being an absolute bitch to May and doing the same thing?? Wtf dude.

Buck keeps checking her out, so I think I'm safe in my cheating arc assumption. Barf.

Eddie, bby don't withdraw

this is stuff straight out of fanfic but I'm still losing it :( Eddie needs a hug

I feel for Hen so much yall I can't wait for Maddie and Chim get back.

Babes I'm not ready to move on

I'm living for the Bathena scenes tho

See, I see him trying to back out and can't figure out how we got from A to B.

Yep. Fucking hate it.

Literally dozens of other options and instead we went here.

I guess the ride home with Hen makes sense because he's gonna need hella guidance here. She's going to tell him to come clean, he's going to keep it a secret. It's all gonna blow up terribly.

(also we probs know the reason for the MW twitter fiasco...)

AND THEN YOU KISSED BACK DUMB ASS

THANK YOU HEN

Wait Hen, no. You were supposed to be the voice of reason!!! DID YOU LEARN NOTHING?!

Honesty is the best policy, then cut to Eddie hiding his issues. Babes your tired, go to bed.

High key glad for the Chris convo though omgggggg

Oh its for sure the hoarder fella.

He's got the baggy eyes more prominently, but look at that hair

Wait he wants back, so Bobby's going to mandate therapy and boom breakdown era

This is really going to parallel the Lawsuit era huh

Ohhh fuck dude EDDIE NO

Taylor, I'm gonna throw up for him

Not the ILY before the 'intentionally hurt'. JFC dude she's really going to half ass move in, Maddie shows up in S3 and he leaves for the breakdown and then TK finds out the truth. Christ alive this is bad.

Bruh you can't even say love without tripping over it.

I hope you enjoy working with the chick you locked lips with Buck, it's going to be hella awkward.

Hen's face is MY face. What a cluster fuck.

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ok ok I'm eyes fast at this cold war spies au that you've never mentioned!!! BUT I have to ask for a snippet of the antarctica fic because I'm excited about it

But WAIT there's more friends with benefits shadowgast??? (also thanks for tagging me you're too sweet 😊)

Lol you’re right, I haven’t had the time to mention the cold war spies AU because it’s literally less than 24 hours old! I talked about it here, and I posted a snippet of the Antarctica thing here! ♥

Also YOU’VE MET ME, there’s always more fwb shadowgast! :D This one’s a modern AU, mostly just a rambly, stream of consciousness-y thing that won’t probably go anywhere and that I’ve partially used for the professors AU, but here’s a bit I’m actually not unhappy with:

It's late and Caleb can taste the darkness, it spills from the night sky seeping everywhere, in the faulty street lights and the dark cabin of his shitty car, and it feels fresh and invigorating, restful. Protective.

It's not the other kind of darkness, the one that squeezes his chest like a vise and makes it hard to breathe and think. 

So many things in his life are complicated. Being with Essek is easy. They haven't been an item for so long to have developed a routine, but they dance easily around each other. Though they are not 'together'-together. They haven't discussed it yet. Discussing isn't what they do, the rare nights they can enjoy each other's company.

Sometimes Caleb still worries that it's all in his head. That Essek would turn towards him with the smile he reserves to the board when they're discussing funding and tell him that there's been a mistake, he never meant to give Caleb the impression that he was interested in him, and he's very sorry Caleb has grown attached.

It doesn't happen. What happens is that Essek looks behind and around them, making sure they’re alone, then leans over and presses his lips on Caleb's, sliding a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his thigh to keep him in place, as if Caleb would dream to go anywhere.