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lookingformoondrop · 7 months

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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

Gonna ask some relationship hc w leyley!! It could be yandere if you like (I mean she is one already but-yk)

Ashley Graves X gn!reader - Relationship Headcannons

TW: Ashley is manipulative, she's a red flag but I'm colorblind, everyone has a foul mouth, mentions of cheating and kissing, Ashley is very emotionally dependent.

♥︎ Notes: I thought about making Ashley a yandere, but then I reflected on what Anon said and thought... they're right, LOL. I'm always happy to supply content for TCOAAL, and I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to request! I hope these meet your expectations. <3♥︎

Ashley Graves is impulsive, stubborn, cleverly stupid, and a pain in the ass.

If I had to describe dating Ashley I'd say it's like riding a roller coaster but never knowing when it'll drop.

When you first met her, you were blinded by her beauty (her tits) and decided to walk up to her for a number.

She was flustered that someone was interested in her, sure she's had people walk up to her before, but it was because they were always more interested in her brother than her.

But once she realized you were in it for her, she never let you go again.

It started with frequent house visits. She'd sleep over without asking, and just like a stray-cat that cuddles up to you, you couldn't say no.

She'd try to cook you for you! Every morning where she aserted herself into your day, you'd wake up to the wonderful smell of burning shit. When you went to your kitchen with a loving fire extinguisher in your hands, you'd see she was cooking eggs and some unidentified meat.

You'd walk up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, never telling her you're only doing this because her hair smells like cherries and if you don't you're pretty sure you'll pass out from the smoke.

"Y/N, why is there a fire extinguisher in your hands?"

"Early Christmas."

"Liar."

Dates were fun, too! Even though you'd organize the actual dates like eating out, going to amusement parsl, carnivals, and the like, her dates would be along the lines of staying at home and cuddling. You might call it boring, but to Ashley, a perfect date would be where you're both left alone with only eachother to give company.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, would be able to see her precious Y/N except her.

And not that you minded anyways, you enjoyed spending time with Ashley, even if half that time was her being exhausting.

Speaking of which, exhausting, you ask? How is little ol' Ashley exhausting?

Be it a nice co-worker, a pleasant stranger, a funny waiter, or even that woman who works at the deli that gives you that cheap vegan processed ham with bacon bits, Ashley hated the fact you even acknowledged them.

It often became her favorite topic to annoy you with.

While cuddling on the couch (iykyk), Ashley began to look at you with intense eyes. You knew what these eyes meant. It was a warning sign that she was about to ask you something that could potentially piss you off. Of course, she didn't care about that part, all you needed to know was she was going to ask and you'd better be honest.

"N/M, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, you're my girlfriend after all."

Ashley wrapped her arms around your neck a little tighter, "So then," her face darkened, "would you ever cheat on me?"

You sighed, this line of questioning was becoming less and less of the 'would you love me if I was a worm' deal and more of the 'whose that bitch you were talking to' deal.

"No, Ashley, I wouldn't. Why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

Ashley raised her head from your chest and opened her mouth, her final statement ready to fire,

"So then why do you still look at other people if you would never cheat?" Her eyes narrowed on you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples, "Jesus Ashley, now I can't even have simple eye contact with people?"

She blew a breath of annoyance, "why would you even make eye contact?! I'm the only one you should be looking at, N/M!"

You went to push Ashley off of you, already sick of her shit.

"No! Do you even still love me?! All you do is go to work, go to school, hang out with your stupid friends, and ignore me!"

"I'm not doing this with you AGAIN, Ashley! Just because I know or talk to other people does not mean I'm screwing them! Jesus Ashley, you would think we'd be over this by now..."

Ashley pouted and blinked the tears in her eyes away, "...fine. leave me then, see if I care."

She sits up and goes to the opposite end of the couch.

"You're sitting on my feet, Ashley."

Ashley turned her head away and ignored you.

You hated it when she got her way, but you also couldn't stand to see her so upset. After all, she was only upset because she missed you.

Sighing with defeat you said softly, "I'm sorry I don't pay enough attention to you, Leyley. Life distracts me sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you. This weekend I'll cancel with my friends and we can go on a date. "

She hummed, "id rather we stay in and watch a movie."

"Which movie?" You coax your girlfriend for a smile,

"...Hypergore Splatterbrains 4," She looked at you and grinned.

"There's my pretty girl," you wrapped an arm around her waist, "alright, you happy now? Will you stop bitching about people in my life who I will NEVER cheat on you with?"

She brought a finger to her bottom lip, "Nah, maybe a kiss will convince me?"

She looked at you with a devious smirk, you sighed. "Cmere you," Ashley giggled and jumped on top of you, sharing a loving kiss.

Yeah, Ashley is exhausting.

But in a way, you're happy she's yours. You couldn't be happier, even if her cooking skills are shit, she's a tad bit possessive, and she leaves passive aggressive notes in your lunchbox when you go to work.

You love her either way.

"Hey N/M?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

You sighed with content and wrapped your arms around her waist, "Yes Leyley, I love you. Do you love me?"

Ashley laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat,

"I love you, N/M~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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skaiplana · 3 months

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Read Harrow the Ninth. Went insaner. Read As Yet Unsent. Shitpost and thoughts:

- God's name is John. He makes dad jokes.

- I am glad this is a universe where God can be: a) killed b) fucked. We have empirical evidence

- on that note, let's do dios apate minor three but make it a foursome with me baby. Let me get that ancient pussy and/or dick

- rip Mercymorn that woman served cunt was a cunt and talked!! In an amazing! Way!! Do you think she would fix my scoliosis?

- rip Augustine he was a cunt too. Trying to send god to hell is iconic. Of course Ianthe would kill him.

- Mercy and Augustine... they hated each other. They worked together to kill god. They had a suicide pact. They wanted to be burried next to each other. They died only a few minutes apart.

- Ianthe that gay little pathetic snake.

- CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE 'GALL ON GALL' JOKE I DONT GET IT

- GIDEON (2) IS BACK!!! NOW WITH MORE FUCKED UP PARENTAL ISSUES!!!

- is Gideon (2) biologically Mercy's or Wake's kid? I thought she was Wake's because everything Mercy made died but I've seen some people say otherwise

- so like. Wake is evil virgin Mary. Gideon (2) is space lesbian Jesus.

- Gideon (1) is OUT, Pyrra is IN! What that entails I do not know but she seems cooler than him

- how do you get in affair with a commander of your enemy. How do you not use a condom or like kill your sperm. Why were you afraid it's your kid Gideon (Pyrra?).

- when John asked if Harrow and Ianthe are using protection what did he mean. Is he implying that there is a possibility of pregnancy? Is he concerned about infections and stds? They could just cure those? Is he saying that there are like dental dams somewhere on mithraeum

- Harrow. What can I say? She did a diy lobotomy. She's haunted. Every woman wants her. She's in love with a dead body. She made a soup out of her own bone and tried to murder someone with it. I want to hug her

- yk I'm starting to think that the Emperor Undying is a wretched liar a dick and a colonizer. Just a hunch.

- now I don't believe anything he's ever said and I'm thinking that Harrow probably did open the tomb

- Camilla is alive and well!!! Sex Pal is almost alive an fairly well!! Can we get him out of the bones

- Coronabeth is realizing how fucked up the nine houses are! Deuteros is not!

- Abigail!!! Magnus!!! I'm glad I got to see more of them. Abigail is actually so cool I want them to adopt me

- the actual Dulcinea! She's so cool too

- the alive Protesilaus being a poet udhdhehhehe and Ortus having internal beef with him

- Ortus is an interesting person now! Also the way everyone likes his poetry except for Harrow is peak comedy

- they actually summoned Nonius. Then he killed ghost Wake. Then they made a dnd party and went to to fight the Resurrection Beast and they WON I guess. These series is a comedy

- I actually understood everything most of the time except for some obscure words (please explain gall on gall tho)

#the locked tomb #locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth

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bokettochild · 11 months

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OKAY I had a really vivid dream and then ideas stemmed from that dream and it was to do with legend so naturally the first thing to do is tell you said ideas right?

Yk how ever since tears of the kingdom was announced people were coming up with content to do with wild getting taken away from the chain to do totk before getting given back to them post totk? Imagine that, but with legend instead cause I think it would be fun.

So basically, everything is the same except to begin with, alltp link is there. So the chain is panicking because why the fuck is there a literal 10 year old here, this is worse than the 13 year old- etc etc. But them being them, they adopt this kid quickly, this is their baby brother and you can't tell them otherwise. Wind is happy there's someone younger than him tbh. The kids also really young, so where legend probably only talks about his adventures during his once in a blood moon lore drops, this child talks about them properly and actually has time to process. He's still traumatised from them but he's dealing with it in a healthy way and is surprisingly good at helping the others too.

Then during a world switch, somehow the kid disappears. He's gone for about... a month for them and then comes back visibly older, and more scarred and traumatised, sporting a fever to boot. For a while they can't get him to say anything about what happened but he's still a young kid so they do get him to talk about it. How idk tbf I haven't thought that deeply into it.

The same thing keeps happening after that. He helps the chain for a few months, disappears for a while and then comes back older and with a new adventure under his belt. By the last one they understood what was happening, and just.. waited for their not so little brother to come back.

I feel like this version of legend would be a lot less prickly than the one we all love because he had a proper support system after each adventure who actually understood what he was going through. Obviously he'd still be sarcastic as fuck but that's just who he is, after all that's a link thing.

I also think that they'd call lil leg some form of rabbit nickname or something to do with the pink hair.

anyways you're cool and this was a thing. Thanks for reading it b y e

FUN FACT!!!!! This is a fic!

I didn't write it, but I remember it was one of the fics that made me love Legend when I was first getting into the fandom!

It opens with ALTTP Link running into a random portal to escape the knights in his era and accidentally coming across the chain. warriors is actually like one of the first one's he meets, and because KNIGHT he goes into full panic mode. Warriors and the others help calm him down though, and eventually integrate them into their group. Wind and Warriors are debatably the closest with him, because Wind has a little brother now, and Warriors because after the misunderstanding when they meet, he kind of becomes Little Leg's protector and safe person.

And then Legend gets thrown back.

He thinks it's a dream, or he made it up to process his loneliness, but then after all his adventures, he finds a portal again, like he used to go through with his big brotehrs, and he's both scared and warily hopefull. He goes through, thinking they'll have grown and changed like him, that he's still the youngest.

He comes back on the same night he disappeared.

Nothing has changed.

They're still looking for him in a panic.

Naturally, Legend being Legend makes some comment about how they'll never find the kid they're looking for, and in a fit of protective big brother rage, Warriors absolutally loses it on him, thus forever imprinting the image of his big brother trying to kill him on Legend's mind.

They figure out what happens not long after, and of course Wars is apologetic, but Legend can now only see his protector as his attacker and a liar (Wars promised to never hurt him) and thus ANGST

The story is still in the works, but I would 100% go and read it! It's a real tear jerker!

.....I'll try and find the link, but if anyone else remembers what this one is called, please tell me, because now I ALSO want to read it.

#asks and answers #lu legend #also can i say that i love that people say #i had a legend thought #and then decide #imma tell ketto!#like that is my goal here #to be that legend fan #that people bring all their pretty and painful leegnd stuff to #i am the dragon of teh legend hoard #i hoard the ideas and headcannons #and i love them all

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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K!!!!! since we're always calling the two of them is idiot in love but i think Jake is the biggest idiot sjskskak like sometimes he'd give the most random reason to make sure you're not get tangled in with someone yk. imagine when you and Jake are back home, Emma informed him about the guy next block who used to have crush on you during highschool days been running with you few times last week (Jake isn't home yet at that time) and Jake casually gives 'running is healthy' as his response. buuut when afternoon comes and you're about to go run, Jake is already outside with two bottles of water, said 'i heard the path to next block is closed because a liar dog is on the loose and rumor said its has rabies' and you kind of trying to hide your laughter since you knew where he's coming from with the said rumor (you know the rumor isn't true at all, but you didn't say anything) so you just well you wanna try new path? and Jake eagerly said yeah let's skip the next block until the dog is being caught, shall we

(you're never run to the next block again btw) (later on when the two of you is officially together, you brought this up and he just 😐 what. are you talking about!? the rumor is true! Mr. Walker had to be vaccinated because he got bit and you laughed so hard he had to kiss you so you'd shut up - not that you complain)

orrrr one day you're having a video call with him during lunchtime (you have him on speaker, it's easier that way) you're having salad in which Jake scoffed at because according to him 'it's hardly a lunch'. when the two of you are in the middle of talking, your new workmate comes in to your room and asks if you're down to have chicken steak lunch with him as a thank you because you've helped him settled in the new office and to know each other better as a 'workmate'. Jake, the menace he is, of course heard the conversation you exchanged with the guy and he purposely let his voice to be heard and said 'AREN'T YOU A VEGAN?' and the new guy went 😮 sorry i didn't know (you JUST happens to have salad, he never asks you to lunch again) (another reason is he also happens to see the picture of you and Jake on your desk so) (Jake has never been so grateful for a salad before)

rrrrrgghh i loveeee my two idiots in love. i cherish flyboy dearly 🥹🫠

-🍑

Context: Flyboy

Hi my love 🍑!!! Oh god, these absolute idiots.

Imagine if it was during college, and he had to stay back an extra week for football, but you had to go back because some extended family would be in town that week.

Jake was soooooo pouty about it >:(( because it was the first time he wasn’t heading back home with you during a college break. If he didn’t have football / if you didn’t have family down, either of you would have waited with the other.

So when Emma sent him a badly taken photo of you and some guy from high school, and that guy shirtless no less!!!!! And you in nothing but a sports bra and shorts on your run, well you bet Jake was pissed.

He called Emma right away and basically interrogated her.

Soooo on the day he gets back home (he doesn’t tell you that he has managed to push his return up a day), he surprises you and you find him standing outside your house with two bottles of water.

Naturally you are all “what are you doing back today!!!!” and he hugs you, while telling you very seriously about the dog on the loose.

You have to bite back your giggles, because you clearly know what he is getting at. You might not be together, but you know Jake by now.

“Wanna try a new path?” You take the bottle from him.

“Smart to stay away until they catch the dog”

Omg y e s - please, when you talk about it during the Flyboy era with him when you get the chance to start going on regular runs together again, he is just all like “hey, that rumour was very true and for your safety”

And you are giggling soooo hard as you slow into a jog back up the driveway of the house. It makes him go 🤨🤨🤨, but you won’t stop giggling - your shoulders are basically shaking and the giggles are become silent at this point because!!! you can’t stop!!!

So he just growls a little and pushes you against his truck. You are both sweaty, and the body of his truck is warm against your back, but he goes “sweetheart, if you aren’t going to stop laughing, i’ll have to make you”

It makes you laugh even more, so he kisses you, hard, pressing you up against his truck to get you to shut up 😌 but not that you mind.

Omg 100% - he would be on lunchtime video calls with you, whenever he can, even though it isn’t even lunch time for him.

He would be roasting you for your salad, because it looks tiny, but the moment the guy comes in, Jake’s face is like >:( no! And he asks “AREN’T YOU A VEGAN?” soooo loudly, it makes the guy jump - because please, Jake would be soooo haughty and annoying about it + he didn’t even know you had anyone on the phone propped up against a random bottle.

“Jake,” you scold, but not really after he leaves, “you just lost me a potential new work friend.”

“Please, why do you need work friends, you have me. Plus there was something not so innocent about that ask.”

“All he asked was for lunch,” you scoff.

Jake just rolls his eyes.

This menace sends you a huge salad the next day for lunch - but the fanciest kind (like those 40 dollar chicken salads) - absolute menace; he honestly just doesn’t want you to be making lunch plans with that guy (or any other guy).

He sends you a text when the salad arrives (he gets the notification) asking enjoying the salad?

You send him back a text which says - kinda a big salad, looks perfect for two.

And he calls you immediately to glower at you for literally 1 minutes before he has to go (he really shouldn’t have been calling because he was busy with something Navy, but boy is an absolute menace when it comes to you).

Ooooh yes - 100% the guy saw THAT famed picture of you and Jake and backed right off because c’mon - who wouldn’t think you both were a thing from that photo, pleaseeee. When you were with Dan - everyone would think that Jake was Dan, but when they saw Dan irl and realised he wasn’t the photo boy they would all just be sooooo confused.

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sarasarami10 · 1 year

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Avatar boys x exhausted introvert reader (SFW) part 2

Song I listen to while writing this (not content related)

(Gender not mentioned)

Warnings: loak being a curious boy, fluff.

(Basing this on my own experience as an introvert btw)

*Reader has had their consciences transferred so that why they possess human stuff (idk how they would survive as introvert whitout a good depressing song and a comfy hoody)*

(Takes places at the metkayna village)

Word count : 1554

*= actions

« »= dialogues

[my own thoughts and feelings]

Already did neteyam (part 1) might do aonung and rotxo if this goes well.

I’m sorry for the errors I wrote this in my note at 11pm so.

Loak:

- You had been extremely social all week but for the past 3 days you couldn’t bare to see anyone, not even your boyfriend loak.

- Of course you would get out of your room to eat with your family and other stuff but you praticaly didn’t leave your bed, either listening to sad/calm music or watching your favorite old human tv shows on you tablet. ( just relaxing really)

- The first day he didn’t really mind it. He had asked one of your sibling about you and they just said you were tired and resting at home.

- He didn’t really thought anything of it, it was true you really look exhausted the day before.

- But by the third day he started to become anxious. Your siblings didn’t have any new news of you, and honestly he didn’t understood how someone perfectly healthy could just sleep for 3 whole days.

- At this point he thought this was only an excuse to not see him which was kinda annoying him, had he done something wrong, or did you just suddenly stopped liking him?

- By the end of the day he decided that he had had enough and when straight to your Maori after finishing his daily tasks.

- Upon arriving at your home he saw your sibling and asked them if he could go see you. Your sibling pointed at you room and left.

- It was the first time he had really been in your room. The first thing he noticed was you, laying asleep on the floor, then all the sky people’s stuff that was laying around your room.

- He walked toward your desk seeing something that had caught his attention.

- It was a strange wooden box. He open it and inside was a lot of weird stuff : some sparkly looking jewelry, a pair of sun glasses and a weirdly shaped bottle with liquid in it. [yk those old perfume bottle with the little squishy thing]

- He stared a it, sniff it: it smelled nice. Then focused his attention on the thing that was hanging at the back of it giving it a light squeeze.

- He felt the strong smell spray him in the face making him sneeze uncontrollably, waking you up from your sleep.

- « Lo’ak? What are you doing here? »

- The sound of your voice surprised him, making him almost drop the bottle he was still holding.

- « Oh. Hum…nothing? *sneezes »

- You giggle and gestured him to come sit next to you.

- « *faking being mad* What were you doing looking through my stuff huh? »

- « *Slightly agitated* Well… you were asleep… and I didn’t want to disturbed you. »

- *smilling softly* « it’s ok…. I don’t mind… but what are you doing here? »

- *pauses*

- « ….Why are you ignoring me…? »

- « Huh? »

- « You haven’t come see me in days so, why are you ignoring me? »

- « I’m not ignoring you… I just didn’t went anywhere »

- « liar. How can someone not go anywhere for three days and just sleep? »

- « I didn’t just sleep… I made a few jewelry, I drew for a bit I watch my fav movies… but yeah… mostly I just slept and listened to music. »

- *genuenly confused* « why? »

- « Idk.. I just didn’t felt like doing much I was just… really tired »

- *not convinced* « haha how can someone be that tired? You didn’t even do anything physically demanding lately. »

- « Well cause I wasn’t tired in that way »

- *lays next to you facing you* « what do you mean? »

- « Well… sometimes… when I spend too much time with other people… my energy just get drain really fast. So I need to take some time to myself to recharge my batteries. »

- « Oh… now that I think about it… I think it happened to kiri once…. She didn’t left her room for two days. Even my dad started to worry. *You giggle* …Is it because of me ? Am i too…much? »

- « *a bit sad* oh sweet boy no….*caress his cheek* It’s not because of anybody in perticular… I just exhausted myself by hanging around so many people at the same time I guess…? »

- « …So ? What do you usually do to “recharge your batteries“ »

- « *smilling* I mean… a good confort movie always helps… »

- « What are you wearing btw? »

- « It’s called a hoodie. »

- « Aren’t you too warm with that on? »

- « No not really, it’s more for comfort anyways »

- He touches you hoodie feeling the material.

- « I just got an idea. »

- « What kind..? »

- « You’ll see »

- You stand up from where you were laying and started walking toward a pile of clothes laying on the ground. Shuffling trough it, you get your hands on another hoodie, slightly bigger, that you had stolen from the RDA along with your other stuff. You also walk to your desk to grab a tablet that was laying on it.

- « Here sit and put your arms up. »

- Loak obeyed you whitout questions, lifting his arms above his head.

- You took the hoodie and slide it down all the way. You then gave a slight tug at the cord that was hanging, making the hood close himself half way on loak’s face.

- *you laugh* « Hey! That not nice! »

- *pulls the hood down* « See? It’s comfortable huh? »

- « I mean… I guess you could say so… »

- *slightly pushes his shoulder* « shut up I know you like it. »

- *loak laughs* « here, let’s watch something.

- You took the tablet that was laying on the floor, opening it and clicked on the movie app.

- « *mostly to yourself* What could we watch… »

- *loak points at the screen* « what’s that? »

- « It’s a car, it’s made to travel from one point to an other…. Kinda like those train the sky people uses [it shown it the movie] »

- Realizing you didn’t feel like explaining everything that shown up on screen to him, you settle for an nature documentary on earth’s marine life thinking his skills in English would suffice for him to understand.

- Even thought you still had to explain a few things here and there, loak was mesmerized by the documentary listening carefully to what the men on the screen said. Almost not noticing you drifting to sleep on his shoulder once the shrimps came up [kinda random ik]

END

#avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar james cameron #avatar loak #loak x y/n #loak imagine #loak x reader #loak fanfiction #loak fluff #loak fic #Spotify

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hopetorun · 1 year

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“↻ pick a fic and a different ship and I’ll tell you how I’d rewrite it” LOOK okay hear me out—it’s just that i would commit actual crimes and maybe even a light murder or two for your take on arranged marriage mattdrai my liege

okay first of all sorry it took me a while to get to this! i needed to let it rotate slowly on the 7-11 hot dog roller in the back of my mind because this is clearly a full au type of setting, which isn't my default.

all that said mattdrai is a perfect pairing for arranged marriage, for me, because the slow progression of learning that they can get along, that they actually have so much in common, that maybe they can make each other better ... that's the perfect stuff for arranged marriage.

there's a few different angles, obviously, and of them i think the one i like best is a political marriage situation, where there's a peace treaty, maybe, between two small nation-states in this fictional world i am going to be building on the fly. it’s not quite a war, nothing that serious, but there’s trouble brewing at the borders. it’s enough to be concerned about.

and there’s a history of bad blood, i think, or at least contentious blood. and god knows matthew and leon have done their parts to keep it going. getting into it at any opportunity. if they can compete, they will, and they will make a big deal about it.

in the broader political situation, leon’s family (something something edmonton) is losing ground. not a lot, not by much, but they have the weaker bargaining position. so that’s how leon ends up shuffled off to matthew’s family home (something something calgary) and married to matthew.

obviously, neither of them is thrilled about it. but they’re both loyal and dutiful and stubborn, so it happens. there’s a lot of glaring, but vows are exchanged and treaties are signed. consummation does not occur, but what other people don’t know won’t hurt them. they’re both perfectly good liars.

being married is no reason to stop being competitive, though. fencing. riding. making the servants like them. hunting. you name it. both of them are, of course, having a lot of fun with it and there is, of course, a lot of sexual tension that they don’t act on.

rounding the story out there’s probably a sexual tension filled dance at some point, maybe a kidnapping or something. someone definitely gets to yell BECAUSE I LOVE YOU during a spat. maybe some spiteful kissing. the works, yk.

#my fic #ask meme #sorry this took so long!!#fic by daisysusan

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idyllic-affections · 8 months

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🌻 god. furina. u see i am a big fan of furina. i love and adore her and she is sooo hated sometimes by people that genuinely dont even actually read the story!! or they do but choose to ignore things on purpose which i mean is a common thing in the genshin fandom 😇😇

but i saw a twitter post being like oh furina is not a perfect archon and she has flaws (which i can stand actually!! everyone has flaws its okay) but the same person then said how shes not doing anything with the prophecy...?????????

she is. neuvillette himself said that she IS trying and come on i dont think he would lie about it. she herself said that shes trying to do something about it but she cant tell yet— and yk what i choose to believe her!! even if she has actual nothing to save fontaine, i know she is trying to find it anyway. there is more depth to her character than some people think and it hurts me to see ppl ignore it

and yeah they took arlecchinos word over neuvillettes which is 😁😁😁😁😁 oh come on guys i know half of the fandom has a crush on her and everyone loves characters like her, but that is no reason to believe her. Her!! arlecchino!! a fatui harbinger!! u guys u dont go around and trust a harbinger u barely know 🙄🙄🙄 even tho i too love her

in conclusion will defend venti AND furina with my whole heart and life 💖

THIS IS SOOO COMMON IN THE GENSHIN FANDOM AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. god. i have such a good example of this. this post. i should be normal about baizhu, i shouldn't be this annoyed because of a misunderstanding about a fictional character, but i am, and asker clearly did not read his lore!!!! he's been nothing but kind to her!!!!!! just because he doesn't love her THE MOST doesn't mean he doesn't LOVE HER!!!!!! i hate when people don't understand character nuances. it's so. ugh. Please. i purposefully refuse to hate on a character who i know nothing about because i cannot make a good judgement unless i know what the fuck i'm talking about yk.....

"furina is not a perfect archon!!!!" .....did we play the same game /lh because NONE of the archons are perfect????? girl?!?!?!?! look at ei?????? zhongli????? nahida???????? not venti though, he could never do any wrong, he IS a perfect archon 🫶🫶🫶 (/j of course AJWHSJGANFHF). but in all seriousness, are any of the archons "perfect"? all of those people have been through immense trauma and shit. none of them are perfect. some of them aren't even that good. is that not what makes them compelling? is that not what makes the archons really seem like gods of their people, like humans? is that not what creates a deep form of understanding so intimate that it's uncomfortable, because really, who's to say you wouldn't do or be the same way if you were in their situations??

i always believed she was doing something and that people were just genuinely lying about her being useless. idc. i wholeheartedly believe she is doing her best. she seems so... genuine. in every clip i've seen of her, i don't see a liar or a manipulator. i think she's silly. and genuine. she has feelings. god forbid a woman have feelings and needs. god forbid a woman do ANYTHING, and i'm completely serious about that. i'm not being funny. i saw your second ask, and you're right! if she was a dude people would love her. but oh no!! she's a dramatic woman!!!! how dare she have feelings!!!!

NOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT. LIKE. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! i love arlecchino as much as the next person but ummmm that's a fatui harbinger dear. that is one of the most dangerous people on teyvat. that is someone who not one but TWO former or current fatui harbingers describe as someone who would literally BETRAY ANYONE IF IT WOULD BENEFIT HER??? A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING, IN THE WANDERER'S WORDS. HELLO. i would not trust a thing she says LMAO love her.... but..... um. Hello.

#aphelion replies: 🌻 anon 🌸#no hate to furina dislikers i'm just so genuinely passionate about this subject!

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bisluthq · 6 months

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I think people on the internet can't see an artist as a person. Because they don't admit that they can change their mind, like anyone else. Sometimes they use things that Taylor said 10 years ago to say that she is a liar. They don't admit that artists make mistakes, since everyone makes mistakes. I don't know if these people are just hypocrites and believe they are perfect. In addition to not understanding the human logic that everyone has their own version of the story, which doesn't make it a lie, just their version and experience of it.

I think people just forget celebs are just people lol and not characters. It’s that simple. It’d be a shit movie if halfway through the character changed their mind about a fundamental but that’s because it’s a movie and not a person’s real life??? I’d be like “this movie makes no sense now” and I’d be correct but if a person lives their life like it’s a movie that also makes no sense. Real life isn’t fictional. It’s just… real life. It’s that and/or a lot of stans are kids and like when I was a kid I also saw things as crazy black and white but then I yk grew up.

of course Taylor lies and of course she has weird takes on stuff because she’s a human being. It’d be way weirder if she was parroting stuff she had said in 2008 or like never white lying to a huge platform like that’d make her a weird ass individual.

she’s normal as shit.

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littlelordfuckler0y · 2 years

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Klaus mikaelson x reader Instagram au [Klaus masterlist]

yourusername Date night <3

@itsrebekAH oh so the shouting and yelling in the kitchen was klaus cooking

@yourusername he doesn’t work good under stress👍🏼

@klaus.mikaelson yk what they say-“kiss the cook”

@yourusername I don’t mind it but I did most of the cooking

@stefaNN18 How original of him (get it? Get the joke?)

@yoursername Stefan you’re not funny

@stfaNN18 why do you have to be so hateful?

@dam0nsalvat0re she’s right…it’s sad to watch at this point

yourusername “How to play guitar good enough to get you laid” course

@carebare_ cuties 🥺

@gilbertelenaaaa HELP THE CAPTION IS SPOT ON

@yourusername RIGHT

@dam0nsalvat0re let’s be real I play the best guitar

@yourusername you can play a Spotify playlist on Bluetooth on a good day shut up

@bonbonie not funny 🙄

@yourusername becauseitstrue?

@stefaNN18 is that MY guitar?????

@yourusername I’m not sure—I got it from a box in the basement that said “property of Stefan” or something

@stefaNN I—

yourusername is it? No—could it be-who we think it is 😰

@unofficialenzo Is that Alexander the Great????

@yourusername wait what?? No—dude

@gilbertelenaaa where did you even see Alexander the great?

@klaus.mikaelson. it’s just ancient that’s all

@yourusername Kol said your face was so different that’s adorable 😭

@klaus.mikaelson. He’s a vicious liar

@itskol. I can read these?????

carebare_ y/n is pretending that she can’t hear us

@bonbonie was Damon ranting about her dating klaus again?

@carebare_ it’s almost like you were there—

@dam0nsalvat0re Also she was stuck in the chair

@yourusername FOR THE LAST TIME I wasn’t stuck in the chair!!!!

@dam0nsalvat0re sure you weren’t

@stefaNN18 Did you guys drag y/n out of the house WITH the chair

@carebare_ Hmm I’d say yes

@klaus.mikaelson. Sunshine ❤️

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Hi sorry I haven’t been posting a lot for klaus I’ve final exams going on :/

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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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Thanks to your page I’m a Meian slut now. Can I request Atsumu having a crash on meian’s baby girl and he lets it slide for the most part because he gets it. But after too much flirting and a little too much lingering touches and stares he gets fed up with Atsumu that he fucks his precious baby over Atsumu’s sleeping body? If he wakes up or not is up to you. Thank you I Iove you

Okay but any time you guys say I made you a Meian fucker I start glowing and twinkling and jumping for joy like the little gremlin I am. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy my sweet baby!!

tw size kink, jealousy, voyeurism, daddy kink, degradation, the usual meian line-up yk

You’re a really pretty girl. He knows this, because not only was it one of the first things he thought when he saw you, it’s the first thing a lot of people mumble under their breaths when they first see you. And they wouldn’t be wrong, so he never minds. You’re gorgeous, younger than him and a bit of a flirt at the best of times, or well— you’re the type to interact with people like they are the most interesting human on the planet. It is what drew him to you, years of being single, though definitely not hopeless, kept him feeling a chunk less attractive than his confidence would make him believe. But you never made him feel anything less than important, and it’s a quality he’d never change about you.

But he’d also be a massive fucking liar if he said that right now— just at this very moment— he wishes you’d keep all that positive, gentle attention on him instead of the younger blond standing side to side with you. He’s a grown man, and though the two of you get plenty of comments of people trying to judge you or dissuade you, he doesn’t just get jealous. Saying that he’s just too old for you, what do you even have in common? That you’re young and could find someone your own age, that it would make you happier. He’s confident enough at least to know that you love him more than that, enough to ignore the people judging him for the years he has on you.

He’s sure enough about his decision that it doesn’t matter that everyone seems to find your company pleasant, or that you’d bend over backwards to make others comfortable. It’s the fucking reason he fell for you in the first place. Meian knows well enough that no matter how adoring your eyes right now, he’s the one who can make them glitter and shine with happiness and love just by holding your hand or whispering in your ear. So it is fine, this is totally— less fine — when Atsumu wraps his arm around your shoulders and your champagne swishes side to side in your glass from the motion.

Sakusa seems to understand the dilemma in his captain’s mind, because without any further prompting, he hands him a glass of whiskey or something alike. “She sure knows how to give morons like him an ego boost.” Kiyoomi’s face barely changes as he takes a sip of his own drink, putting it down on the table nearest to him and continuing as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No wonder the jackass squad loves her so much.”

“Yeah,” Meian nods, tilting the drink in his glass between the ice, catching your eyes from across the room. There’s a moment where you pause mid sentence, seemingly reading his mind when he lifts a brow and you’re quick to slip from under Atsumu’s hold with a little motion of your hand to slip away for your own overpriced drink. When you reappear between the people, Bokuto is already cheerfully motioning you over, but your eyes flick to Meian again when he throws half of the drink back at once. “I’ll have to do something ‘bout that.”

The good thing about hotel rooms is that since they aren’t yours, you have less work cleaning up after yourself. Of course, it’s not very polite to leave a mess for the staff to clean, but he’s far past being polite tonight. It isn’t that hard to convince you to follow behind him at the distinct promise of getting your pussy pounded as soon as you get back to the room. And it’s really easy when you’re a bit tipsy and he’s got a second key to everyone’s hotel room, to just slip you inside and press you up against the wall, muffling your whines and moans with a kiss.

Tongue in your mouth as he makes quick work of shoving your dress down your body, too fed up and turned on to take it any slower. Your much smaller body pressed to the wall as he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, watching as you fumble with the belt of his pants. Everything is tossed to the floor quickly, belt buckle dropping with a loud thud. Your thighs rub together in anticipation when you stare between your bodies at his hard cock, spitting into your hand to rub over the head.

You throw your face back and moan when it twitches in your hand, impossibly too big. But you always do your best to take it, even if you struggle to even get a hand around it. “Daddy, f-fuck, please hurry, I’m so—” you start, only to be shut up when he slides his fingers into your mouth and makes you suck them.

“You’re gonna be real quiet, yeah?” He mumbles under his breath, bending down a little more to allow you to grab onto his shoulders. Your pretty lips smeared with lipgloss and cheeks hot, you suckle and hollow your cheeks so pretty on his fingers as soft hums come from your throat. You let yourself be picked up against his wide chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling your pussy throb at the press of that massive cock now rubbing between your legs against your slit. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. “If you can’t do that we’ll have to stop, and I really don’t fucking want to,” Shugo mumbles. “Understand?”

“Yes, mhm-daddy,” you pull back to breathe, only to stick those long fingers back into your mouth. Chin full of drool and running down his hand, he drops you on the free side of the bed, right atop the light, golden bed sheets. The expensive mattress bouncing when you shift all your focus on him. “Daddy, daddy, hurry please. Needed you so bad all night, couldn’t think of anything else.” Your legs spread instantly to make room for him between them, locking at the knees to pull him towards you. “Please, want your pretty cock inside me.”

“My cock? Or any cock.” He leans down towards your body, able to cover you whole, then looking between his legs at the way the head of his fat cock rests at your slit. You’re so wet already, and normally he’d drag it out more than this, making sure his baby is nice and prepped to take something this size. But your pussy is already glistening and making his cock wet each time you roll your hips over the head of it. “Because you sure were laying it on fuckin’ thick tonight.”

As your mouth drops open with a silent moan when his cock pushes inside and spreads your slick pussy open too wide already, he grabs your little throat and pushes you down into the mattress more. “You’re my bitch. Mine.” The growled rumble of his chest has your pussy fluttering around him when he pushes in further, your head thrown back and mouth open as you grab onto his hand for support. “Say it.”

“I’m you— h-holy fuck,” you squeak, still being stretched wider the more he pushes in, “yours, yours -hng- ah! Please daddy, give me — ahhh.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for, only that you never want him to stop. Even when he fills you up to the brim and still has more to fit, thick thighs pushing against the bottom of yours to push in further. You mewl and grab at him more to pull him closer, further, deeper into you. It aches, but it doesn’t matter when it knocks the air out of your lungs each time he pulls out a little to pump the blunt cockhead back against your cervix, stuffing you so full your eyes roll back.

“G-good, feels- ugh-hmh feels s’good,” you cry, and he lifts you a bit further up the bed to lean down on you more, pushing his cock impossibly deep each building thrust. He only picks the speed up more, rattling the bed frame under you and making your tits bounce. Your gummy walls stretching and belly bulging with the shape of him and your breathing interrupted every so often with a teary gasp or hiccup. He leans down though, kissing you deeply and forcing you to be quiet as he sucks on your tongue, letting go of his leverage of your throat to grip your hips tight instead.

He pulls you back on him like a fleshlight again and again until you’re shaking on him, pushing at his shoulders for breath. “Gonna cum, mhm.”

“Already?” he can’t help but laugh a little when you bob your head up and down wildly, wrapping a hand around his strong bicep and digging your nails in. “Wanna cream all over me?” Again you nod, tears beading at your lash line, and his heart swells a little while looking at you so vulnerable underneath him. Too bad this isn’t exactly the most romantic situation. Still he gives in, dropping his hand to your clit and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in tiny circles over your clit. “Go on then, baby. Cum on daddy’s fat cock. I’ll give you what you need.”

Cock driving between your legs and moulding your little cunt with his shape, a ring of white creaming around the base of his cock, wet slaps sounding out each time he fucks deeper into you. It’s his absolute favorite sight. The slight furrow of your brows and the ruined make-up, cheeks shining and skin covered in his hands. You only manage to take a choked breath before your muscles pull, toes curling and back arching off the bed as you clench like crazy around his cock. “Mhmdaddyfuckohfuck ohfuckyesyesthankyou.”

He doesn’t stop, fucking you through one orgasm and already heading towards another when yanking up one leg to lift it towards his shoulder. “You can play with whoever you want, but don’t forget who owns you, hm?” he whispers, catching your lips again as you sniffle and moan, being overstimulated to hell. And while you cry out ‘yes’ over and over, Atsumu does his very best to still be asleep on the other side of the queen size. Not that you’ll be able to notice anyway.

#meian shugo #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo smut #meian smut #haikyuu smut #🍯honey.pot #tw.sizekink #tw.voyeurism #tw.daddy #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian

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tfwlawyers · 3 years

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Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀

THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭

and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee

“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”

“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”

“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”

“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.

Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”

Apollo sighed. “Great.”

“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”

“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”

“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”

“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.

“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.

“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.

“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.

They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.

“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.

“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”

Her face split into a wide smile.

Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -

His father.

Apollo blinked.

The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.

“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.

Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.

“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”

Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”

“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”

She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.

“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)

Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.

He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”

“What was that, sir?”

Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”

Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.

“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.

“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”

She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.

“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.

“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.

“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.

“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.

“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”

“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.

“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.

This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -

There he was.

Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.

Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.

“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.

“Nick, watch out -”

“Hey, pal -”

“Daddy -”

With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.

“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”

“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”

Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.

“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.

“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.

“Hush.”

Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.

Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.

“Miles, I-”

“Feenie? Who is this?”

“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.

Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.

Phoenix swallowed.

“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.

He hastily turned away.

“No idea.”

“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”

“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.

“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”

Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.

“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.

“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”

“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”

“Oh, because you don’t.”

“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.

“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”

They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.

“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.

Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”

“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.

“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”

“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”

“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.

And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”

Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”

“A toast to -”

“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.

“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.

“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”

Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.

They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.

“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”

“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”

“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -

“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.

Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.

Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -

“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.

“Yes?” they both said in unison.

Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.

“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”

The twins grinned.

Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”

“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”

“ - would you?”

How was any of this fair?

“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”

“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.

“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”

“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”

Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.

(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)

“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.

“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”

Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”

Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.

“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.

“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.

“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”

The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.

“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”

Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”

(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)

Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”

Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.

Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.

“We,” a new voice agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.

Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.

They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.

“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.

“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”

Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”

Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.

#bluefaewren #replies #parent trap au #attempting to write tag

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tfw-tajaaa · 3 years

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𝒢𝑜 𝒶𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐼’𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔…

i changed it a little, eensy bit<3

Singing with Elizabeth:3

Elizabeth had a lot of free time in Hotel Cortez, not much happened and if there was, it was wreaking havoc on tenants who would never enjoy there stay-

Anywho, something that was prone to happen with residents who were basically hotel-ridden, was Karaoke!!

Karaoke was, at first, used to past time and now it's a Saturday night tradition among the ghosts and vamps. It's quite lovely actually.

When you were first turned to be with Elizabeth, you were basically a puppy following her every where. Wherever she was, you were. You were kinda scared to be alone....to say the least.

Until one faithful night, Liz asked if you could make a run to the local Rof-Store (knockoff Wal-Mart™️ bc copyright is not a vibe) to buy a karaoke machine and some microphones. You were confused until you were bribed with the fact that it was a special request from Elizabeth. So you said yes to her and was on your way.

When you came back the whole Lobby was decorated with a snack cart, a drink station, and a electronic white board to set the karaoke machine up to.

After playing rock, paper, scissors (bc that's how we solve adult problems😡) it was decided Liz went first, and GOSH, she sung so pretty, she had a more drawn out kind of voice. Made you think of aloe vera, it was neutral but she had talent to make it work, yk? (ofc you know, you have to know, you aren't disagreeing with me)

Up next was Elizabeth, due to popular demand ofc, she wanted someone special up there with her. She wanted to do a duet.. she wanted you up there.

You would think she would pick something modern, but classy like herself. wrong. she picked "Beautiful Liar" by Beyoncé and Shakira

Once the intro started, it seemed as though the lights dimmed, Elizabeth seemed to glow, and her voice bounced off the walls hitting your ears so softly. You were practically drooling not realizing you were supposed to be singing also

Once you got the memo, you fixed your posture looking away from her so you could really focus on the words.

Her voice was something you never anticipated but after tonight, you could never look at her the same. Her voice did things to you, it caused any feelings to dissipate and travel straight to your core.

It was so sweet, so soft, so....𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

After your turn on karaoke, you needed to hear more, you needed to use that same voice as she praised you.

and she did after you asked nicely, of course

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𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮, 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑯𝑱𝑩𝑺𝑱𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑺

#ahs fanfiction #ahs x reader #ahs 10 #ahs headcanons #ahs apocalypse #ahs cult #kai anderson #pre cult kai #ahs imagine #evan peters #ahs hotel #the countess #elizabeth johnson #lady gaga #james patrick march

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mandoalorian · 4 years

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my time to shine- may i request a cobb vanth x reader 👀👀 maybe a enemies to lovers question mark trope-

for example maybe when din meets cobb, the reader is just like ohmyfuckhessohot but also fuck him for being so cocky i want him underneath me once i pin his arrogant ass down- and like 👀 maybe yk what that happens, and the reader can feel his bulg- 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨 i have nothing but horny thots for middle-aged men in my peabrain- s'ok if you don't do this- just horny thots

By The Fire (Cobb Vanth x Female Reader) SMUT

hiya bae!!! im so sorry this request took SO long to get out but i hope you enjoy it none the less xx

if you have a request feel free to submit it via my ask inbox!

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT; close to female receiving oral but not all the way, cock warming, spanking, riding, unprotected (use protection!)

So he was different, and you couldn't figure out how you were supposed to feel about him. If the Maker had just granted you a second alone with Din, you would have spoken to the Mandalorian about him. Din was always good at weighing people up from first glance. You, on the other hand, had always been called 'naïve' and 'gullible'. You tried working on yourself; you really did- and you believed you were improving. But when you met the marshal of Mos Pelgo; he threw you completely of course. You couldn't do anything under his watch. You failed to perform the most basic of the tasks… you couldn't hotwire the speeder bike you had claimed, nor could you manoeuvre the squirming child into his high chair. And it didn't go unnoticed.

Din grabbed your arm and took you to one side. "What is the matter with you?" his question was harsh, and came out as more of a statement. You felt yourself fluster, defensively folding your arms across your chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you scoffed and rolled your eyes. Under his beskar helmet, Din was not amused. He narrowed his dark eyes and pressed his lips into a fine line.

"Ever since he joined us, you've been acting off." Din said matter of factly. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Oh," you shrugged nonchalantly. "You mean the Marshal?"

"Yes. The Marshal." Din spat. "Cobb Vanth is an elite. He is smart. He knows what he's doing. And he owes me one. He's going to help us get off this sand-rock of a planet, and then you can finally forget about him. Because that's what it is, isn't it? He's on your mind and it's distracting you."

Maker, he was good. He could read you like a book. Everything Din had said was true, no matter the level of denial that you were in. You stood there, comprehending his words, and after a few prolonged beats of silence, you took a deep breath.

"No." you shakily exhaled, gritting your teeth and pursing your lips together into a pout.

You cursed yourself. You were a bad liar. The worst Din had ever met… and Din had encountered plenty of scoundrels in his adventures across the galaxy. Din didn't answer you. He didn't need to. He knew you well enough to understand what exactly was going on in that little mind of yours. There was no use playing innocent with him.

The Marshal’s eyes were burning into your back. You hated it. You hated him. You hated the way he spoke to you. He over-explained everything, like you were too young and innocent to understand. He was so cocky and so arrogant. You tried your best to devise an efficient way to get off Tatooine, with his help, but he just kept shutting you down. You couldn't understand it. He wouldn't listen to you, and it irked you so much.

You hated the smirk that graced his lips and that sultry gaze he shot you from across the cantina as he sipped on his spotchka. You hated the way it made you feel. You hated the burning sensation that erupted in the pit of your stomach and the way you'd have to press your thighs together in order to suppress the need for some kind of sexual release. Never in your life had you met a man who could do so much to you, without doing much at all.

"I'm going to travel to the sand dunes, and I'm taking the child. Hopefully I can find some jawas who will trade parts with me. Then we can get started on the Crest's repairs and get off this planet." Din informed you. "I need you to wait here with the Marshal, make sure he doesn't do anything suspicious while I'm gone."

"I thought you said you trusted him," you knotted your eyebrows together. "That he 'owed you one'."

"He does owe me one. I just don't know if he's a man of his word." Din sighed before spinning around on his heel and walking towards the speeder bike with the child. Pft, a man of his word. That scoundrel? Not a chance.

Nights on Tatooine were warm and humid, as you had found out. The Marshal, who you had learned was named Cobb Vanth, had told you to collect sandwood from the outskirts of Mos Pelgo and bring them back to his hut. You did so, begrudgingly following his instruction, and watched him make a fire.

There was something so erotic about the way his biceps flexed as he quickly rubbed each piece of wood together, trying to ignite a flame. Beads of sweat laced his hairline as he concentrated, occasionally squinting to see if his attempts had made a spark. It didn't take long before Cobb created a roaring campfire. It was nice, amber embers floating through the air as you perched yourself on a log. Cobb discarded his armour and sat opposite you.

The atmosphere was nice and…. sensual. The only thing was, neither you or Cobb hate uttered a word to each other since you came back with the sandwood. It would've been awkward if there wasn't the undeniable sexual tension in the air. You were the first to speak.

"I don't know if I trust you." you said, immediately regretting the words after they departed your lips. There was a beat of silence.

"Smart." Cobb smirked, and you felt yourself swell up with more fury. His voice was so rich. You hated it. You hated it.

"You hardly think I am smart when you've refused to listen to me all day." You tsked, shuffling closer to the fire and warming yourself up. "My plan wasn't flawed. If you had just listened to me, me and the Mandalorian could've been off this wretched hive hours ago."

Cobb nodded his head slowly. "You're probably right."

"So what's your deal?" you groaned, tossing your hair back and closing your eyes.

What a sight. Cobb admired your stretched out form, his eyes boring into the skin of your chest and up the length of your neck. You had ditched your cloak, leaving it to just crumple by your feet. You were glowing. Cobb was sure you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen enter Mos Pelgo; and he wanted to prove that to you in some way or another. When you opened your eyes, Cobb was on his knees, in-between your legs.

He looked up at you, his eyes completely lust blown and he swiped his tongue over his lower lip. He looked primal. He needed you. "Wasn't listening to your stupid plan because I didn't want you to leave so early." Cobb admitted, his voice gruff and hoarse.

He wanted more. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he had been trying to weigh you up as well. What was your deal? Were you courting the Mandalorian? Surely not. There was no denying the tension between you two. The cod piece of his armour had hid the erection you had given him all day. He shamefully had to relieve himself in the restroom of the cantina. He just couldn't get enough of the way your lips twisted around the fruit you sucked on, and the way your eyelashes framed your doe-like eyes.

He placed a big hand on the inside of your thigh, where your skin was as soft as cream, and pushed your tunic up, exposing your panties. You stiffened up under his rough touch. This was exactly what you wanted. There were no signs of Din or the child. It was just you and Cobb Vanth. He shuffled closer to you and began to plant sloppy kisses along your thighs. You hummed in delight as his greying stubble tickled your skin and you felt him smirk against your body. That damned smirk.

You ran your fingers through his locks of hair, occasionally tugging. His groans under your touch vibrated through your core and left your panties ruined from arousal. His lips nudged against your clit, only the thin material of your underwear gating his tongue from your cunt. You craved him so desperately. You needed him inside you. But he was teasing.

"You've been calling the shots all day." You whimpered as he licked a stripe down your pussy. You went to pull your panties off but his large hands stopped you.

"I always call the shots." he growled in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

"Not tonight." You smiled, tugging on his hair and pulling his head away from your core. You stood up, taking extra care not to stumble and fall into the fire, and dragged him to his feet. You pushed him onto the log where you had been sitting and sat on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and straddling him.

And oh Maker, he was hard. You could feel his entire length throb and press against his stomach as you grinded your hips, slow at first. Achingly slow. Cobb lowered his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, desperate for you to increase your speed. "More." he gasped, nuzzling his head into your neck and biting down into your skin.

Your grip on him tightened. You wanted to go slow; and tease him for as long as possible. He deserved it. You wanted to edge him until he was crying out your name, begging you to let him cum. But you needed a release too. Fuck, you needed him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and hovered over his lap. "Pants off." you commanded, to which he happily obliged.

Within seconds, the Marshal had pulled his pants off. You spat into the palm of your hand, saliva dripping amongst your fingers and grabbed his length, rubbing it as you slowly sank on top of him.

He was big. He was so big. His cock throbbed inside you. It stretched out your walls and you could feel every vein. You held yourself on top of him for a few moments as you adjusted to his length. Cobb dipped his hand down and began to circle your clit a few times, earning a few delicious moans.

It wasn't long until you were balls deep into him. His cock was amazing. As you began to ride him, you realised it curved in just the right place, and with every thrust, he hit your sweet spot. You knew you wouldn't last long. "Fuck, so good," Cobb grunted as you bounced on top of him. "Such a pretty girl."

"Don't wanna leave," you gasped. "Wanna feel your cock fill me up every day. Wanna feel you cum inside of me. Please."

"Keep doing that." The Marshal urged, his hands pressing into the small of your back. "I'm close."

"Want you to fill me up, make a mess of me." You were practically screaming, tears pricking your eyes as he began to buck his hips upwards, his thrusts meeting yours.

"Yeah? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Cobb cooed and you let out a little squeal as he spanked your bare ass- the sound echoing through the desolate village.

He drove you straight to your climax, your cunt clenching around him, tight like a vice, which sent him to his own orgasm. His load shot up inside of you, sending bolts of pleasure into your body. He pressed his forehead against your chest as your rhythm became more slow and sloppy until eventually he softened inside of you. Reluctantly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the lost feelling of him.

"Next time you find yourself on Mos Pelgo, I'll be the one calling the shots." he growled, biting down on your ear lobe.

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au part 8

post directory

obsetress: now i just want fanart of damvibecca at the gym

em: well. pitch it to me comrade ghostfucker

obsetress: idk that's about as far as i got i just reread that bit about vibecca in their matching gym outfits and my brain got stuck

em: hypothetically do u have a colour palette in mind bc i associate gym outfits w like. bright loud colours and

em: idk if it works w our earth sign queens

[em note: emily is a liar and did NOT draw fanart of damvibecca at the gym]

[em note 2: we have the gym art now [x] [x]]

obsetress: i was imagining like charcoals tbh, or jewel tones

obsetress: i could see them in like jewel tone purples or that jewel tone blue green color

obsetress: yeah viola jewel tones or blacks n charcoals

obsetress: becs pastels and camels but jewel tones at the gym

em: it’s about Matching

em: And Destroying Ur Ex (platonically)

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: viola's feeling particularly smug about it but then

obsetress: dani's in an old school tshirt and shorts and jamie's in............ one of dani's old school tshirts and shorts

em: YES

obsetress: not intentionally, she just grabbed whatever was there

obsetress: dani chirps "oh you two look so cute! baby look, they have a matched set"

obsetress: viola arches an eyebrow "and so do you, it seems" and dani laughs "not on purpose, jamie just grabbed whatever was on top in the drawer"

viola: you two... share... a wardrobe?

dani: yeah?

em: god cute

obsetress: cute n dumb

em: they can share nearly everything except pants

em: well. pants as a treat

em: haha pants

em: trousers

obsetress: also rly nice rly clean smooth funny juxtaposition in my brain of vibecca being the ones who intentionally match and damie the ones for whom it just accidentally happens

obsetress: hahahah pants

obsetress: they can share pants but................ should they

em: idk miss chapter 12 danis thighs jamies pyjamas

em: should they

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: that's exactly what i was referring to THANKS

obsetress: anyway

obsetress: rebecca just laughs

obsetress: viola huffs and bex is like "sorry, babe, but it is kind of funny"

em: dani jamie wearing like

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

em: poor viola

obsetress: thinking about dani's ass in those

em: yeah....

em: violas huffing until jamies exercise flush lasts a little Too Long

obsetress: big blush jamie taylor

em: she’s still like ‘oi dani close ur mouth’ but then she

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: just ogling each other

obsetress: (they briefly pause to ogle vi and rebecca passing a medicine ball back and forth as they do squats and have to acknowledge that, yeah, they've all done alright by themselves)

em: funny montage of the gang doing exercise while surreptitiously taking Peaks

obsetress: omg all i want

obsetress:sometimes having friends as a lesbian means they're all your exes except one, who's your gf, and you're all checking each other out always anyway

And That’s Beautiful

obsetress

obsetress: dani: checking out viola's biceps, rebecca's abs

viola: checking out dani's thighs n ass

rebecca: minding her business

jamie: scowling n scrawny

obsetress:(n also checking out dani's thighs n ass, viola's biceps, and begrudgingly peeking at rebecca's abs)

obsetress: every other woman at the gym: checking out jamie, trying to figure out the entire dynamic here

are they a polycule? what

em: jamie probably like

em: maybe she gets really into running bc she just checks out and listens to her audiobooks but like

em: slow twitch vs fast twitch fibers so stays scrawny

obsetress: i can see that

obsetress: just gets on the treadmill and zones tf out

em: jamie ‘why don’t i have biceps’ taylor vs jamie ‘no u gotta lift w ur hips’ taylor

obsetress: she hates it but her psych told her it'll be good for her routine so you know she was like yes ma'am every day ma'am

em: cant believe safe lifting procedures screwed her over

em: ‘yes ma’am every day ma’am’ ur just Going for it arent ya anshdjdh

obsetress: sorry but don't tell me you can't hear it

obsetress: jamie's the person who takes notes in therapy

obsetress: jamie, in the locker room after their workout: do my biceps look bigger?

dani, patiently, already knowing where this is going: bigger than what, baby?

jamie: than yesterday

dani: mm, rome wasn't built in a day, you know

jamie: do they look bigger at all?

dani: well

em: i mean not to perceive her too much but mattresses scene indicates AE/jamie like. at least some muscle in the leg area

em: poor jamie

em: not playing to her strengths

obsetress: yeah she does

obsetress: i mean ae has toned af arms

obsetress: she's just wiry

em: how could i forget the benchpressing dog gif

obsetress: dani's like "jamie, baby, come do squats with me and vi" "m'good" "baby, c'mon, you'll like it" "don't wanna do squats" "it could be good for you" "don't wanna do squats with you two"

em: dani: you gotta like. eat more

jamie: i eat plenty

dani: no u graze all day and then u don’t eat dinner

obsetress: dani: five biscuits spread out across a day doesn't count as eating more

em: dani: protein jamie it’s abt protein

obsetress: dani: you need more protein, which is why i think some lentils would really––

em: jamie thinks protein shakes are Nasty

obsetress: jamie does think protein shakes are nasty but dani will make her a smoothie and sneak it in like she's a child

obsetress: viola and rebecca, with their matching monogrammed blender bottles, just staring

obsetress: becca's like "jamie, just drink it, really, it's fine"

obsetress: viola just does this haughty sniff at her and that's what finally gets jamie to start

em: jamie can deal w being a brat but the idea of viola having Anything over her drives her Insane

em: Drives Her Fuckign Nuts

obsetress: she hates it

obsetress: just the absolute fuckin worst

em: do u think dani ever like

em: like they REALLY need to clear out storage but it’s a boiling frog situation where it’s increased so gradually that

em: like jamie thinks it’s Fine storage is Clear Enough

em: it’s Not

em: danis like. should we invite rebecca and vi over

em: just be Idea of A Snide Viola Comment fills jamie w a burning rage

obsetress: oh my god

obsetress: i'm obsessed with this

obsetress: i would read a whole oneshot about this

em: eventually dani comes clean abt it n jamie thinks it’s v funny bc yknow; open and honest communication is a v important part of their dynamic

em: jamie: next time just tell me my storage looks like shite dani or i will be grumbling abt viola for a Week

obsetress: inevitably

obsetress: when they do have to come over to clean

obsetress: dani offers them takeout and wine ("step up from pizza and beer at least," jamie grumbles) and viola's like "jesus, dani, let's just go out to dinner. my treat"

obsetress: at dinner, viola's like "if you want more storage, i have some wonderful properties––"

obsetress: rebecca's mouthing "sorry" from next to her across the table

em: every time they go out rebecca takes vi aside n is like ok sweetheart so you promise you’re not gonna try convince them to sell the apartment again

em: and violas like (mock horror) of course i won’t. ye of little faith

em: and every time

em: every time she does

em: she’s tryna HELP

obsetress: she would too she'd be like

obsetress: "i'm just trying to HELP"

obsetress: "they're our FRIENDS"

em: i’m on a mission to figure out like

em: this is way way down the line

em: but i wanna believe eventually viola and jamie start to, at the v least, Tolerate each other

em: jamie might even be fond of the crazy bird but she’ll NEVER admit it

obsetress: god like vi's on business or some shit in like

obsetress: the UAE

obsetress: negotiating some Deal

obsetress: and so dani and jamie get dinner with just bex and they're driving home after and having a perfectly mundane conversation and then jamie's just blurting like

obsetress: "i think i miss vi"

em: she’s HORRIFIED

em: she tries to play it off as like um

em: she’s Too Comfortable

em: things are Too Boring

em: which is weird knowing everything we know abt jamie

em: but actually she just... maybe misses viola

em: danis like god i wish i was recording this

obsetress: jamie's passed out next to her at home later (it's ten pm) and dani's chattering happily away on the phone with vi (drinking a martini in her dubai hotel room at one am since, y'know, no bars) in bed right next to her

obsetress: "jamie, uh, said she misses you. i know. no, i KNOW. don't tell her i told you. yeah, yeah, you win, vi, we know. uh-huh. uh-huh. i'm gonna pretend you didn't just ask me that"

em: CUTE

em: u can’t lord it over her vi it’s a little secret

em: vi's like when have i EVER

em: she does

obsetress: once they're good again, dani and vi absolutely just. lose time (there's a metaphor in there) talking to each other still

em: this is wholesome tbh

em: i really like the damie stories where like

em: look it’s nice when damie have each other but it’s also nice when they have their own friends and stuff

em: dunno how to articulate that well

em: it’s a balance! it’s a balance

obsetress: yeah! exactly

obsetress: because that's part of the love n possession thing too yk

obsetress: not to say either of them would ever be like "no friends for you" but

obsetress: wanting to have a life outside of your partner yk

obsetress: they're meeting vi and rebecca for dinner after vi gets back and vi's just grinning and sweeping jamie into a hug "i heard you missed me"

em: she gets jamie a souvenir t-shirt

em: it’s too big

em: OR

em: child’s t-shirt

obsetress: (jamie sleeps in it that night)

obsetress: oh childs might be better

obsetress: she's like "you're a little scrawny, so..."

em: jamie sleeps in it.... soft bitch

em: she feels too much

obsetress: jamie taylor softest bitch

obsetress: dani watches her pull it on and raises an eyebrow and jamie's just like "wot"

em: jamies like (grumbles) i knew she was comin back i’m just

em: shouldn’t you be HAPPY about this development dani

em: ‘s’a gift... s’rude not t’....’

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: dani just grins "mmhm"

em: it accidentally makes its way into jamies workout clothes pile

obsetress: oh my GOD oh my god

obsetress: viola's shit eating GRIN when jamie shows up at the gym in it

em: jamies like fok

em: mental maths tryna figure if she wants to just. work out in a sports bra

em: she Doesn’t

obsetress: she Doesn't!

obsetress: (she's shy)

em: god it’s one of those shirts that’s like

em: someone who loves me went to UAE and got me this t-shirt or something

obsetress: dani corners her in their empty row in the locker room "you could've just taken it off, you know" "dunno, not everyone needs to... see that, you know?" "i'd certainly like to see it" jamie rolls her eyes but she's grinning "you can see that any time" "well maybe i wanted to see it during my workout" "dani......."

em: jamies embarrassed bc of her gnarly farmers tan means her tummy is at least five shades lighter than the rest of her

em: crisp tan lines

obsetress: god jamie's farmers tan

em: once again i am bringing my tan lines jamie agenda

obsetress: dani loves jamies dumb farmers tan so much

obsetress: she giggles

obsetress: but it's the most loving giggle possible

em: and then when she gets into running...

em: god when i was rowing there were a couple ppl w like what i called a neapolitan icecream tan which is

em: gimme a second

obsetress: jamie gets all huffy when dani giggles at her tan but then dani's like "baby, no, i think it's cute" and jamie gives her a look and dani grins mischievously and ducks her head

obsetress: and then she's licking and kissing and nipping her way along jamie's dumb tan lines

em: there it is

obsetress: it was inevitable

em: so caught up in the joy of jamies dumb farmer tans i forgot abt her gnarly scar she keeps under wraps

em: baby

em: the most baby

obsetress: baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

em: jamie decides the only way to claim the stupid t-shirt as hers is to cut off the sleeves

em: it’s abt the ritual of the thing

obsetress: she shows up at the gym wearing it and

obsetress: that's viola's "oh no she's hot" moment

em: YEAH BABY

obsetress: literally just like

obsetress: world stops

obsetress: viola stares

em: jamie finally gets to do an exercise that shows off her sinewy manual labor grip forearms

em: viola’s probably just as horrified to find jamie hot as every time jamies like oh no

em: violas hot

em: and once again jamie CANNOT know she’s hot bc she will be insufferable

em: she will be the Worst

obsetress: viola's tugging rebecca aside "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "what?" viola waves a hand and rebecca just furrows her brow a little and is like "that's just... what she looks like, vi"

obsetress: viola corners dani next "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "i did" "oh. right" viola pauses, then "why didn't you make sure i was listening?" dani just gives her a look and walks away

obsetress: dflksdjfldaj god the way jamie and viola are. the same

obsetress: kind of incredibly, in the same ways dani and rebecca are the same

em: “hey baby, did viola seem different today? seemed off”

em: jamies like. is she mad at me. did i break another social taboo.

em: rebecca ‘jamie looks like jamie’ jessel vs dani ‘my gf is so hot i can’t stand it’ clayton

obsetress: "i tell you how hot she is at least three times a week, vi"

em: danis tryna goad her into making the damn shirt a crop top

em: jamies like yeah but isn’t that a step too far. i feel like i am destroying this shirt too much

em: she does it anyway

em: so jamies workout clothes are danis endless grey baggy school t-shirts and this one ugly souvenir shirt that like

em: psychological warfare and she doesn’t even know it

obsetress: i would........ like to see it

obsetress: also crop top jamie is one of my favorite jamies

obsetress: she is severely underrated

em: crop top jamie is

obsetress: and we do not talk about her enough

em: jamie wear More crop tops

obsetress: viola and rebecca in bed, in matching facemasks, after going to the gym post-epiphany that Jamie Is Hot

obsetress: viola: are dani and jamie hotter than us?

rebecca: what?

obsetress: and like

obsetress: viola is NOT insecure

obsetress: she is constantly confident that she's the most attractive woman in the room at any given moment, but

obsetress: she's just so staggered by this realization

em: some neutral third party (ms grose and mr sharma probably) are like well. u guys definitely have a little more of a scary thing going on

em: i’m imagining rebecca and viola at brunch w hannah and owen v seriously discussing this

em: viola brings it up and rebecca GROANS but then she gets invested in the convo

obsetress: GOD yeah

obsetress: she's leaning forward and gesturing with her fork "when you say 'scary'..........."

em: owens like scary is a compliment

em: hannah grose sips her tea knowingly

obsetress: rebecca just narrows her eyes at hannah grose and hannah raises her eyebrows and shrugs

em: after a week or so viola bursts into a room w stupid big sunglasses and a tray of take out coffees and she’s like Don’t You Worry Jamie I Have Concluded You’re Hot But I’m Not Threatened By It

em: jamies like sorry WHAT

em: you’ve been thinking about WHAT

em: viola leaves without ever following it up

obsetress: dani is entirely unfazed

obsetress: doesn't even blink

em: danis like neat she remembered the oat milk

em: everyone in this au is insane

obsetress: any lesbian in 2021 is insane

obsetress: par for the course

em: was gonna protest but

em: Yeah

obsetress: this lesbian meme account i follow on insta is doing “stop asking who’s the top and who’s the bottom. start asking...” posts

obsetress: and one of them is “start asking who’s baby and who’s fuck around and find out” and it just makes me chuckle

obsetress: jamie taylor baby

obsetress: viola lloyd also baby

em: dani is baby passing and jamie is fuck around faking

obsetress: oh my god that’s why that’s why i think we cracked it

obsetress: dani (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)

obsetress: rebecca (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)

obsetress: the reason they could never cross further even tho per the transitive property dani (so similar to vi) should be able to date beccs and jamie (so similar to beccs) should be able to date vi is because

obsetress: you can’t have two babies and two fuck arounds in a relationship together

em: oh of course. i see. i see

em: however in the rare rare crack ship of the ‘jamie viola hatefuck’ a similar phenomenon to ‘social anxiety mum friend ordering food’ instinct takes over and someone fucks around and finds out

em: this is just my unhinged jamie viola hatefuck bulkshit which is. it’s ironic ok it’s ironic it’s ironic it’s

em: ok one last thought bc i know it’s super late for u but

obsetress: omg i also have a last thought let’s trade

em: what if mikey is about isabels age n jamie ends up looking after him for one reason or another for a bit

em: and viola absolutely Dotes on him

obsetress: omg

obsetress: that’s what does it. jamie seeing viola w mikey

em: grumble grumble i guess she’s not that bad

em: except then she’s like god what if mikey likes her MORE than me

obsetress: “dani what if mikey gets one of those weird first crushes on vi”

obsetress: dani doesn’t even look up from the laundry “who hasn’t had a crush on vi”

obsetress: jamie’s like “mE” and dani just gives her the most withering look

em: danis like It’s Par For The Course Jamie

em: danis a teacher she’s like it happens don’t sweat it

em: anyway

em: what was. what was ur last little thought

obsetress: i was just thinking more about viola also baby and how also she’s been so privileged her whole life that sometimes there are just some things she can’t do for herself because she just doesn’t know how

obsetress: like she’s never had to learn

em: rebecca gets um

em: freeze dried coffee

em: nescafé

obsetress: but like

obsetress: rebecca genuinely loves taking care of vi for whatever reason (it’s because she loves her) when she really needs it but

obsetress: rebecca also takes no shit and is like “i’m not making the nescafé for you. you’re 36 years old, vi, you need to learn to do it for yourself”

obsetress: and she’ll stand there and watch her do it and then she makes vi do it at least three more times for posterity

obsetress: “i’ll make a plebeian of you yet, viola lloyd”

obsetress: (god only the two of them would think a line like that is funny)

#this one's fucken LONG!!!!!!!!#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au

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Hell or High Water

Pairing: Tommy x OC

Summary: Tommy’s in love with a detective and Polly is having none of it.

Length: 959 words (allegedly)

Warnings: None!

Ask: May I request something for Tommy Shelby where he falls for a woman who is very unique (wears suits instead of dresses, but still has long hair, is quite like Sherlock Holmes yk knows how to deduce and is a detective, insanely intelligent) and he smiles a lot more etc and his family is a little skeptical since he's a detective and they think she's like Campbell but they both really love each other? - @midwinternightz

A/N: I made this an OC instead of “reader” bc of the specifics of her character, I hope that’s okay! Enjoy!

Part II

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She could always tell it was him from his footfalls. Tommy Shelby walked heavy and with purpose like he was doing everything he could to avoid reliving the soldier's march. Sara gave him at least until he got up the stairs to open the door. She used to be able to catch him off-guard with his hand ready to knock, but now he was prepared for her, and she only found him lighting his cigarette.

"And where have you been," she asked, looking him over.

"Family dinner."

"Liar, the mud on your shoes say you were loading boxes at the Cut. And you saw the horses after so you better wash your hands," she said, stepping aside so he could come in.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded.

Tommy leaned against the sink as he was drying his hands and looked her over while Sara poured them both whiskey in her pinstriped suit. It was unusual to others for her to wear something like that, but everything about Sara was unusual. From when she walked into the Garrison her first night in Small Health and broke a man's hand for crossing her, to when she first let him into her flat. Nothing quite added up, but once he deemed her to be an honest woman, he enjoyed it. No one kept him on his toes more. And then there was the other thing- the thing where she knew everything to the point where the local psychic propositioned her to be partners in a scam.

"Arthur's been drinking again, I see," she'd say, claiming it was in the way that he walked.

"New tobacco from the shops." This one was because of how he tilted his hat.

When she deciphered that he was expanding in London and making deals overseas, he showed up to her apartment one night to find out her secret. He got the truth that she was just incredibly perceptive and good at putting one and two together quite quickly, making her the best detective around. He also got someone who made him work to keep up for once. One glass of whiskey and story of childhood antics led to another and another until they were sufficiently smitten.

They could never see each other in public for the sake of her reputation. With the promise of "I'm not here for you, Tommy, I'm here for the factories," they continued their rendevous. But Sara had heard a lot about Tommy's Aunt Polly, and she knew it was only a matter of time before they were found out.

Of course, Polly would notice his early exits from the snug that presented a brighter Thomas the next morning. More laughter, fewer demons. It didn't help that Polly also saw how Tommy's eyes would follow that suit-wearing lady detective when they crossed paths. Or how Sara never seemed to snitch on the family despite what Polly had heard about the woman's job and intellect.

When it was Sara's last couple of weeks in the dingy Small Health neighborhood, Tommy figured he would introduce them. As they stood in the empty betting shop, Sara looked over the matriarch of the Peaky Blinders. Polly was strong and fierce, but there were fear and annoyance in her eyes. Memories flooded Polly's mind of everything she'd been through, everything the Shelby's had been through, and she was angry that Tommy would do this again. Act so stupid and blind in the name of "love." Polly could spit the word, and she did.

"Tommy may take you in and share your bed, but we don't have the luxury of letting the law into this family," Polly said before grabbing her bag and stalking out. That was a few days ago. Since then, Polly had told Tommy's brothers who also weren't quiet about not being convinced. Tommy could only tell them to shut up so many times. And after another argument that night, Tommy blew off steam at the scrapyard, visited his precious horses, and came to see his woman.

Sara handed him his glass and leaned on her counter as well.

"Tommy Shelby, what are you doing here," she asked calmly. "Polly was pretty clear that the Shelby's and I shouldn't mix."

"She's," he paused as he thought back to Campbell and the evil he spread, "overly cautious." Even in their first meeting, Sara could see what was behind the slight tremor in Polly's hands and her widening pupils. The woman held so much pain.

"And rightfully so," Sara nodded. "She carries so much worry for you."

"Yet I feel the weight of it too," Tommy stopped her. Sara gave him a look, the one she used to let him know tantrums would not be tolerated. Tommy sighed and sat down his glass. He moved closer to her, placing his hands on her waist and resting his forehead on her shoulder. "She's wrong."

"She's not, I don't think. Us together could mean more trouble for both of us." Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and a hand massaged its way through his hair. "We should think about,"

"No."

"Yes."

"No," he said more defiantly. "You're worth everything, and I love you."

"I know."

"Sara." It was Tommy's turn to lean back and give her his warning look. She laughed and reached up to kiss him.

"I know, and I love you too."

"Good. Because come hell or high water, I'm going to make this work. They will have you," he said while looking in her eyes. She couldn't deny that he was at his most determined. She couldn't decipher the future, but if all she had now to go off of, he told the truth.

"Alright, then. I'll put in my share too, come hell or high water."

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