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eluxcastar · 4 months

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Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see?

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?"

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts.

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for."

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?"

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do."

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask.

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Hi darling today i am into angst (idk why) so this is my ask

So, creator reader was tortured and killed (by literaly everyone) so when she comes back TRAUMATIZATED OF DEATH she doesn't speaks to anyone, she doesn't scream if she is angry or so, she just cries until the persons who hurt her are not near her. She also has a fav tea(you choose darling), a comfort meal (you choose again) and a COMFORT PLUSHIE(it can be any plushie sweetie) who gets carried in the creators arms

What do you think darling?

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Ooh, super cute idea, anon! Angst it shall be, though I can't promise I'll be any good at it lol- And sorry, idk if you want Fem!Reader, but I mainly do GN!Reader so- :')

Also, before anyone gets confused or I have to use repetitive words:

F/T = Favorite Tea F/F = Favorite Food/Meal

As for the plush, I'll simply use the basic teddy bear. I know, kind of plain—but tbh I kind of like it so we're keeping it, bois.

I hope you enjoy this oneshot!

Disclaimers! This Oneshot includes: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Angst, Mentions of Trauma/PTSD, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of torture (briefly), & Arguments.

If you are not okay with these terms, or are facing some sort of mental illness yourself, please skip this story.

Please let me know if I mess a warning!

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.

It was over.

It was finally over. You were finally free from that torment—that torture. You knew it the very moment you closed your eyes, and the world went dark.

Yet, Teyvat wasn't letting you go. No, it refused to let you go. You were stuck, in this stupid hellhole you once used as your get-away from reality.

You're stuck in an absolute nightmare you had once dreamed of being in. And you hate how you still feel guilty for hating it.

But, most of all, you hate how you're still stuck in this miserable world. You hate it, you hate it, you hate it.

These "acolytes" of yours were sickening. They kept begging for your attention, no matter how many times you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with them. You felt like you could keel over puking whenever they get down on their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You already forgave them. What were they continuously pestering you for? Isn't forgiveness enough to ask from their victim? The person they hurt the most?

You took a sip out of your F/T, trying to calm your nerves. Your "followers" were all nothing but heartless NPCs, you reason with yourself. You've given them enough.

And yet, you still felt guilty for ignoring them. Their eyes tear up like the day you were killed, after the most, horrible, bloody, and messy—

You shudder, shutting down that thought as best you can. You've drank all of your F/T just thinking about this entire thing to begin with, so you focused on your F/F. Only half of it was eaten.

You take a bite out of it, trying to fight away the tears as you remember another memory during your time in this wretched world. A person, out of nowhere, just straight up yelling at you, threatening you, insulting you...

You hate to feel weak, but at the same time, you feared to be too mean. So you stayed there and took it, praying that this annoying and upsetting person would just go away already.

They eventually do, but it felt too long. Your heart was broken, and your eyes just shed a tear or two. You were glad you had your teddy bear in your bag, as you cuddled it to your chest in that spot to make you feel less sad.

Truly, damn this world. Even if your heart couldn't let go just yet.

The End.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I have no idea if I did this good or not but I do hope you like this, anon! And, if anyone's curious for whatever reason, the GIF was chosen because it's like Reader drowning in their memories :')

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familyvideostevie · 11 days

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5k celebration: emma's garden

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gummydummy19 · 10 months

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Month one (May): moving into 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: none, grumpy Sy?

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

The Sunday paper was sprawled across your coffee table. You had a deep wrinkle plastered on your forehead and a red marker between your teeth as you furiously browsed through the apartment listings. You had been at this all morning. And nothing. You were about to give up, but then another listing caught your eye.

'Looking for a roommate/ apartment 2 bed 1 bath.'

The pictures of the place looked cute. It was close to your job and the rent wasn't too bad, so you called the number.

"Hello?' A deep grumpy voice answered the phone

'H-hi!' you chirped, a little taken aback, 'I'm calling for the apartment, the one from the paper? Do you still need a roommate?...'

'I do.' He stated dryly.

'Great! Could I come over and take a look maybe? I'm free this afternoon, Maybe I could stop by at around 3 or something? I don't know if that works for you but maybe I c-'

'Three works.' He interrupted before hanging up the phone.

Jeez, what a dick.

If the apartment hadn't been so perfect you wouldn't even have gone, but as you looked at the pictures again you decided to risk it just for the kitchen island alone.

You knocked on the door a little uncertain. The realization that you were gonna have to share this beautiful place with that asshole from the phone suddenly settled in your gut and you were beginning to question if it was worth it.

When the door opened your mouth actually fell open a little. You were greeted with a tall, broadly-shouldered man. He looked very... masculine? As much as you hated that description, it seemed to be the only accurate one on your mind.

'Hi, come in.' he welcomed you dryly, taking a step aside to let you in.

He was wearing dark-washed jeans and a dusty old shirt. His beard was on the verge of needing a slight trim and he was sporting a buzzcut. He was very handsome actually. Shame that his attitude hadn't gone anywhere.

'Thanks...' you replied as you stepped passed him and immediately laid your eyes on that gorgeous kitchen.

'Wow, this place is even more perfect than the pictures...' you sighed

He gave you a little tour of the place, barely uttering a word at you. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and you didn't like that, but you were too distracted by the apartment.

You got to where your bedroom would be. The room was not too big, but big enough for you. You assumed he had the master bedroom. You also assumed that would not be part of the tour.

The bedroom you were looking at was empty, aside from some boxes filled with junk and an unmade bed with a dodgy-looking mattress. It was clear this room hadn't been occupied before.

'I moved in a couple months ago, just been using it as storage. You can do with it what you want of course,' he explained. 'You got your own stuff?' He looked down at you. You were both standing by the doorframe and since Sy took up most of the space, you were almost squished against him trying to peek in.

For some reason, you felt so intimidated by his stare. You slithered by him and walked around the room a little, not that there was a lot more to see, but you simply couldn't handle standing so close to him anymore.

'Yeah Yeah I do, my friend's dad works for a moving company, I can ask him if he can take the bed when he brings my stuff up?' You suggested, earning a slight nod and what you took as an agreeing grumble.

'So you'll take it then?' he questioned

'Uh yeah, yes, sir? If you let me?' Christ, why did he make you so damn nervous? And why did you just call him sir?!

You swear you saw something close to amusement flash through his eyes.

'Right.' He responded, 'There is something else I wanted to fill you in on.'

You walked back to the door and followed him as he made his way back to the kitchen.

'I'm leaving for a six-month tour soon, so I won't be home much.'

tour?

'You in a band or something?' you half joked

'I'm in the army.'

Idiot. Absolute fucking idiot.

'Right...sorry' You wished the floor would swallow you whole. 'So when do you leave?

'in 9 days.'

'Oh wow, that is soon.'

"Don't worry about the rent, I'll continue to pay half. I didn't wanna lose this place but It seemed kinda dumb to pay full rent on a place I won't be living in for six months", he explained

Sy turned around and rummaged through a kitchen drawer.

'Feel free to make yourself at home just water the plants and don't touch my stuff.' He said as he turned around and handed you your key.

'Yes, sir.'

Really? Again with this?

A couple days later, you moved in. Living with Sy wasn't much different from living alone. The two of you had dinner together a few times. Well 'together' meaning 'sitting on the same couch and not talking'.

Sy would have some sports game on as he took big bites from his mac and cheese while you took considerably smaller bites from yours and read a romance novel cheesier than your pasta.

You were mostly at work during the day and when you came home you'd go straight to your room to finish unboxing your stuff. Ironic actually, how you were busy unpacking while Sy was busy doing the opposite.

'Is that all?' you asked, staring at his bag. 'Are you sure you have everything? You're going for 6 months right?'

Sy gave you an unamused look.

'It's an army tour, not a girl scout camp.'

'I'll have you know I never took more than one pink trolly to girl scout camp.' You stated proudly, earning another barely amused look from the big grump.

'I guess I'll see you in six months then.' You said, not really knowing how to act. You stared at Sy in his army uniform. He looked good. Strong. Masculin.

Ugh, that word again.

You needed to stop drooling over him. You still hadn't even really figured out if you even liked him. Well, parts of you certainly liked him...

ENOUGH, BRAIN. STOP.

You felt the urge to hug him but opted against it.

'Please don't burn the place down.' He said as he opened the front door

'I'll try.' you grinned.

Sy gave you another one of his unamused looks, which you were starting to think were secretly very amused looks. He picked up his back and opened the door.

'Hey Sy?' you halted him 'Be uh...be careful and stuff.'

For the first time since you met him two weeks ago, you saw his lips curl up a tiny bit.

It was quite unsettling.

'I don't wanna get stuck here paying rent alone.' You added

''Alright, princess, sure thing.'

and with that, he left, leaving you there in your new apartment, silent, alone, and a little...aroused?

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kp-alice · 11 months

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For the event: who would be into riding their partner’s thigh (and that’s the only way for them to get off)? sub!seventeen supremacy lol

Oohh, fun!! Now, I don't think any of the members would have thigh riding as their only way of getting off, but some would come pretty close to it and many others would find it occasionally fun as well.

Also, for anyone who doesn't know, this request is part of an event I'm currently doing. Feel free to join in as well!!

But now, without further ado, let's get into it and, as you said, sub!seventeen supremacy!! <3

THIGH RIDING WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Jun, in my opinion, would come closest to your description.

Now, he wouldn't necessarily need to ride your thigh to get off, but he would absolutely love it anytime he got the chance to. To me, Jun is an interesting mix of being both sensual and reserved at once, and thigh riding would be a great way for him to express that duality. It also doesn't require either of you to get completely naked, which is not only practical and time-saving for Jun, but also, in a way, comforting.

I say this mainly because I feel like Jun could either find himself in a very confident mood, basking in your attention and making the most intense eye contact with you as he gets off on your thigh, or he could be the complete opposite - shy, timid and bashful, but still too needy to wait and get his more assertive mood back.

And so, because of these two unpredictable moods, riding your thigh has become his favorite way of expressing both of them. When he's more confident, he loves to put on a show for you, making sure you're feeling just how much he's feeling it in any way he can. And when he's feeling tamer, he's clinging onto you for support instead, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he desperately ruts into your thigh. He'd try to suppress his moans and whines, but the second one of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, slowly inching up to tug at his pretty hair, you both know he's done for.

Joshua and Jeonghan would also find this really fun, but they'd mostly ride your thigh to either tease you or as a form of foreplay. They both seem like the subs who want to give their dom a show, loving the way your gaze is basically eating them up whole while they get deliriously needy just by grinding on your leg. They'd do it with a smile too, giving you the fakest innocent look possible while the most sinful moans leave their lips. It's almost like a game to them, trying to see how far they can push you before you'd eventually snap - because when you do, it's always worth it.

Now Wonwoo is a bit different, because on one hand, he really wants to try riding your thigh, but on the other hand, he's also really, really shy. It's already a struggle for him to break down his own mental barriers and let himself be more small and vulnerable with you, so this is like a whole other level for him. Maybe that's why he finds it so intriguing, actually. The idea of getting confident enough to present himself to you like this, letting you watch as he gets lost in the pleasure on top of you. He'd love it if you talked dirty to him as well, letting him know just how sinful he looks and how much you love the little display he's putting on for you. But, as I've said, unfortunately, all of these scenarios only exist in Wonwoo's mind for now. Though maybe, just maybe, one day, he will ask you about it - or so he hopes, at least.

Last but not least - Mingyu. Honestly, I think Mingyu is generally very open to trying new things, so riding your thigh is something he could absolutely get into if you wanted to try it. And while he wouldn't like the actual physical act of it as much, he would come to really enjoy the psychological aspect of it. He loves drowning in your undivided (and, admittedly, kinda mean) attention (something I'll get into more in a future post), so he would love how vulnerable riding your thigh would make him feel and how easy it would be to tease him. He'd feel so helpless on top of you, trying to keep his balance and sanity while you'd boldly feel him up, greedily grabbing at whatever part of him you could get your hands on. He'd especially like it if you grabbed his ass, pushing him even harder down onto your leg while saying the most outrageous things just to watch his whole face burn up. Call him names and make him feel like nothing but your little toy - he's all yours to play with, after all.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥

#sub!seventeen #sub!svt #seventeen smut #seventeen reactions #seventeen headcanons #sub!jun #sub!wonwoo #sub!mingyu #sub!jeonghan #sub!joshua

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crowleying · 2 years

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Tommy's Smile | m! reader

Date: 06.10.2022

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 2.120

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Harry Fenton

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, mention of war, mention of injury (nothing descriptive)

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Polly knows you and Tommy have been in love with each other for years, so she decides to take matters into her hands.

A/N: It's my first time writing for Peaky Blinders and with a male reader. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a gif of Tommy Shelby smiling. End ID]

After the war, everything had changed. The men that had come back weren't the ones that had left. They were haunted by nightmares; they drank a lot more and smiled a lot less, especially Tommy. He used to smile all the times, so bright every room would light up. Now, however, he rarely ever did. At first, Polly had even thought he wasn't smiling at all, but then she started noticing. The first time it happened was just after she had scolded him in his office. As she was leaving, you walked in and greeted her. She had almost missed the childish, amused smiles you and his nephew had exchanged then, so similar to those you used to share back when you were fifteen and you had managed to do something mischievous. From then on, she kept a close eye on the two of you, but you were too lost in each other to notice.

You had grown together. You would always play together and were joined at the hip since you were little kids. You were like a son to Polly. She and your mother used to joke about the fact that if they called one of you, both of you would appear. Polly was convinced you were two bodies sharing one soul. She was sure of it when you started to fall for each other without even knowing. You were young back then, and she thought you would have time to get your shit together and admit your love to the other, so she didn't say anything.

When Tommy announced his intention to volunteer for the war, she had looked at you, expecting you to join him, and you were already standing, looking at Tommy.

"I'm coming too," you had said, when what you really wanted to say was "I'm coming with you, I'll follow you anywhere, Tommy." The two of you had been so lost in each other's eyes that Polly was sure you didn't even hear when John and Arthur said they would come too. She had prayed for all of you that night and every night and day until the day you came back.

The day you had left, while the women and little Finn hugged the Shelby brothers, Polly had taken you to the side at the train station to ask you to take care of Tommy, and taking care of him you did.

In France, you didn't let anyone come between you. A month in and every officer knew you two weren't to be separated. You would make sure Tommy was eating and would share cigarette after cigarette with him when he couldn't sleep. You still gave him reasons to smile. And you saved his life.

You were shoving him out of the way before even realizing what was happening. You didn't die that day in Tommy's arms, but it did change your life. As you were hit by the bullet aimed at Tommy, he was hit with the realization that life was too short to spend the entirety of it trying to ignore his feelings for you.

He didn't listen to any of the people who told him he couldn't stay by your side the whole time you spent in the hospital. He was finally left alone when John and Arthur convinced one of the officers that he would be of no use on the field if you weren't there by his side.

When you woke up in the middle of the night after the surgery, Tommy was there. And hidden by the dark, he kissed you for the first time.

Keeping your relationship hidden when living in such close quarters with so many people hadn't been easy. Coming home had meant you could finally kiss and hug and fuck. Nobody knew about your relationship, but you didn't mind and you understood why Tommy didn't want anyone to know. You respected that but dreaded the day people would start to get suspicious and he would have to marry some girl to avoid the rumours.

You had no idea someone suspected of your relationship, but Polly noticed it all: smiles, fleeting touches, glances, winks. She never thought she would see his nephew wink or you blush like that. You were Tommy's smile. You clearly made him happy. So she was having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her nephew had yet to make a move on you. It seemed like her intervention was needed.

It was the end of the day. You were sitting on Tommy's desk, laughing at something he had said. He was lounging back in his chair, relaxed as he could only be around you. A cigarette was being passed between the two of you.

Polly barged into the office. You jumped up from your spot and Tommy straightened in his chair.

"Thomas, a word," she demanded, barely acknowledging your presence.

"I'll see you later at the Garrison," you said quickly to Tommy, before disappearing quickly out of the door without even waiting to see him nod.

You were always included in family meetings, and your opinions were held in high consideration, but you didn't want to intrude on Tommy's relationship with his aunt, not when Polly was like that.

Tommy's eyebrows arched as he watched Polly carefully, trying to understand what had gotten in her this time. He slowly killed his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Polly," he started cautiously, but before he could continue, his aunt spoke.

"When are you going to put an end to this foolishness, Thomas?"

Tommy's heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about, Pol?" he asked, trying to sound more nonchalant than he felt. He leaned forward a bit. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair, bracing for the impact. He knew the moment would come, sooner or later, when he would have to choose between you and his family. But the time was here and he wasn't ready. He would never be.

"Don't play dumb, Thomas, you know what I'm talking about... This," she gestured to intend the relationship between the two of you.

"I don't follow," he said.

He took a cigarette from the case you had given him before the war. It had seen everything you two had gone through. He stroked the cigarette on his lips before setting it between them. The motion always made you weak. He lit it up to keep himself busy and try to calm down. There was no way she could know. she had to be talking about something else.

"You two are grown men. I didn't say anything when you were young. I thought you just needed time to figure things out, but it's been a while and nothing has changed."

He slowly exhaled the smoke, giving up all hope she could be talking about anything else. "How long have you known?"

"Years. You were sixteen and no matter how many girls tried to win you over, you only had time and eyes for him."

"He was my best friend!" he spitted through gritted teeth.

"One day, after you had spent the whole afternoon together in your room doing God knows what, you came to me and asked what was the difference between friendship and love, Thomas. Do you remember?"

He nodded slowly and cursed himself. If Polly knew, other people might find out. You were in danger. He needed to make sure you were safe, and then he would think about Polly.

Before he could spiral, Polly spoke again. "When will you grow a pair and just tell him you love him?"

He was surprised, to say the least. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand to stop him. "I know you are afraid people won't respect you anymore if they find out or that someone will try to hurt him to get to you. All I'm saying is you can be open with your own family, Tommy. He deserves this, and you do too."

He closed his mouth, then opened it again. "What if Arthur tells someone when he is drunk, eh? What if little Finn goes around telling someone thinking it's no big deal?"

Polly shook her head and smiled gently. "Do you really think you can hide that forever? With the way you look at each other? I don't think so, Tom."

She turned to leave, but before she could, Tommy's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Is this your way to say you approve?" he asked.

She looked at her nephew and for a moment she saw the sixteen years old he once was, with those big blue eyes, that were your damnation, wide, looking for approval. She smiled and left.

That was a lot and completely unexpected. Tommy fell back into his chair and ran a hand over his face.

When he walked into the Garrison, Polly was already there, sipping a whisky at the counter. He nodded at Harry to have his whisky in the private room. He didn't notice you sitting at a secluded table, uncomfortably close to a girl John had introduced to you upon your arrival. However, when he saw you weren't in the little room with his brothers, he panicked, already expecting the worst.

"Where is he?" he demanded. His brothers stopped laughing at something, to look at him confused and worried. "Who?" Arthur cautiously asked, irritating Tommy further.

"Your lover is sitting on the other side of the room with a girl your brothers so kindly introduced to him," Ada piped up from her spot, a fake smile on her face and her arms crossed. Her eyes bore into him. She knew too. Damn, the women of that family.

Arthur and John's faces were comically confused.

Tommy stormed out of the room and spotted you. Your head snapped up when you heard the door bang open. Your eyes widened as he made his way over to you with long steps. He looked unstoppable and scary. That was probably what anyone else saw when they laid their eyes on Tommy Shelby. Everyone was looking at him, trying to understand what was going on. Harry winced behind the bar, already picturing the place after the fight that would very likely take place there in a matter of minutes.

Ada, John and Arthur had followed their brother out of the room and had stopped at the door to see what would happen.

He came to a stop in front of you.

"Tommy," you uttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. You had tried to convince John that you didn't need help finding a girl, but Shelbys would never take no for an answer.

"Mister Shelby," a sickly sweet and flirty voice interrupted the staring contest. The girl next to you leaned forward to introduce herself to your boyfriend, whose complete attention was on you. He pushed her back into her chair. She let out an outraged cry, but he ignored her in favour of grabbing the front of the suit you were wearing, one you had bought together, and pulled you into a kiss. You didn't hear the gasps and murmurs coming from around you. You relaxed and your hands fell to his hips. You kissed him back until you both needed to breathe. You gave him the brightest smile, winning one back.

He wrapped an arm around your hips and turned towards the onlookers.

"This man is mine, and if any of you fuckers tries to take him away from me or says something nasty about him, I'll cut you personally."

The room was so silent you were sure you could have heard a pin drop.

"By order of the Peaky fookin' Blinders!" Arthur roared from the other end of the room.

Polly and Ada smiled.

"Fucking finally, Tom!" John chimed in, grinning. And just like that, the tension in the room dispersed.

"Harry, open that bottle of champagne!" Arthur boomed, making Tommy laugh. You loved seeing him so happy and carefree. You promised yourself you would do everything you could to make sure he would always be like that.

You two made your way over to the private room to join the other Shelbys on the celebration. John patted your back. "Welcome to the family."

"Are you implying I wasn't part of it before?" you asked, pretending to be offended.

"No, of course not, you know..."

"Relax, Johnny boy, I'm just messing with you." You pulled his cap down his face, making Ada laugh.

She pulled you into a hug.

Tommy and Polly observed the exchange amused. "You were wrong about one thing," Tommy told her. His eyes didn't leave you.

"What's that?"

"We've been together for some years now."

She looked at him surprised. "Thomas Michael Shelby, you..." She slapped his arm, making him laugh.

"Let's make a toast," Arthur said, after filling the glasses and handing them around. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"To Tommy finally getting his shit together." Ada raised her glass and you laughed.

Tommy kissed your temple.

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captainbrookeworm · 1 year

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Land of the Living DTIYS Challenge

Info under the cut:

Thank you everyone who's been enjoying my silly goofy story about these angsty ninja boys! I've never hosted a DTIYS but hopefully this will be a fun experience for everyone!

I've decided not to do a time limit/prize since that didn't seem to be a sticking point for a significant number of people in the poll. My tendonitis has been flaring up recently, and since my prize would've been a commission, I don't want to string anyone along with its unreliability. Hopefully that's not a dealbreaker for anyone who wanted to participate! Y'all have unlimited time now lol

The way it's gonna work instead is I'll have a chapter in LotL Art where I'll compile all the entries, and I'll reblog all of them too.

RULES:

Tag all entries with #lotldtiys and tag me so I can find it!

Feel free to vary aspects of the drawing such as the angle, lighting, etc. I'm really just looking for a good collection of greencousin hugs from the scene in chapter 12 lol

The only thing about variation is don't make it shipping. However you feel about the ship, the LotL version of these characters is strictly platonic/familial.

Normally when people make fanart, I ask permission before posting a link on LotL Art. However, if you submit it to this challenge, I'm assuming I have your permission. If for whatever reason you're not comfortable with that, just mention that you don't want me to post a link in the description or tags of your entry and I won't.

If you do not have a Tumblr, you can still submit on Instagram! My @ there is captain_brookeworm. I don't have any other social media that would facilitate this so try to keep it on one of those two lol

I probably don't need to say this because everyone I've interacted with has been really cool but stay positive! This is just for fun and is not a competition!

The speedpaint is available here

#lotldtiys #land of the living #ninjago #morro #Lloyd garmadon #fanart #dtiys #draw this in your style #my art #fanfiction

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witchfarnese · 2 months

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"Bodyguard" || James Valdez x Reader (PART 1)

Summary: You are Camila Vargas' daughter and you're used to your mother's meetings with people who don't seem trustworthy at all. One day, however, your mom invites you to one of these meetings along with a man, James, who she says will become your bodyguard.

I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical errors, English is not my native language.

Pairings: James Valdez x Reader

Word count: 1,5k

Warnings: Swear words, description of sexual content

Mi amor, I need to introduce you to someone.

This was the message I had received from my mother, Camila Vargas. The tone of the message was neutral, but it didn't bode well. I walked through the long hallway of our villa, arriving at the door of her office. I knew perfectly well what my mother's job was, but I had never wanted to get involved, and neither did she feel the need for it.

I knocked on the door twice, and from inside, I heard a voice telling me to come in. I had never been in that room before, and at first glance, it looked like the typical office of an accountant. Standing next to my mom, there was a man I had never seen before. He didn't seem like one of those men with questionable faces that I often saw around the house.

"Mi pequeña, I wanted to introduce you to James Valdez. James is one of my trusted men, and he will be tasked with being your bodyguard," said my mom.

My bodyguard? I looked at the man, and from his expression, he wasn't thrilled about babysitting me and following me around.

"Is something going on?" I wasn't stupid; if things were calm, she would never need someone to protect me.

"Let's just say I'm working on something. Anyway, that's all for now. James, your job starts now," and with that, my mom dismissed us.

I left the room with James behind me, and as I walked down the hallway that led me to that room, I turned to get a better look at James.

"So, you're my new babysitter?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Seems like it," he replied, trying to look elsewhere. He wasn't thrilled, and it was obvious.

"I'm sorry you're forced to do this; it's clear you're not happy," I said sincerely. He seemed surprised that I spoke to him so candidly.

"It's not so terrible to take you out for food and shopping," he said, winking. At that moment, I was quite irritated.

"Do you think that just because I'm Camila Vargas's daughter, all I do in my free time is shopping? Darling, you've got me all wrong," I replied angrily and quickly walked away.

He ran after me trying to catch up, but I reached my room first and locked the door. I couldn't stand the idea that he thought that of me. If he thought it, anyone could.

"Open this door," he said firmly from the other side. I didn't respond to him.

"Y/N, open this damn door, or I'll kick it down," he said again. In the end, I gave in and opened it.

"Thanks," he said, forcing his way in and locking the door behind him. Then he grabbed me by the arms and pushed me against the wall.

"Listen, kid," his face was inches from mine, "I have no desire to make this job harder than it is. I respect your mother; she entrusted me with the most important thing to her, and that's fine. But you're still a kid, and you need to learn that you can't behave like this with me." His words hit me hard and made my head spin. I didn't actually know if it was spinning because of his words or because he was so close to me and in a rather inappropriate position. I nodded, and he let me go. I was nervous; how dare he call me a kid?

"I want to sleep now," I told him, moving away from him and getting under the covers. He settled in the chair at my desk. If I told him to leave, he would get angry again, so I tried not to think about it and tried to sleep.

***

I woke up groggy. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping. As soon as I woke up, I saw James in the same position I had left him, and he was staring at me. "Good morning, princess, slept well?" He was mocking me. I was starting not to like him. I huffed and got out of bed. I was all disheveled and needed to freshen up.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, stretching. I noticed he was watching me, so I looked at him too.

"Want to come with me?" I teased him. He looked at me with a mix of hatred and excitement. After all, he was still a man. I shrugged and headed towards the shower.

"Keep the door open," he said firmly. "Forget it," I snapped.

"Fine," he replied, getting up and following me into the bathroom. He leaned against a cabinet and gestured for me to do what I needed to do. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I'll keep the door open, but get out of here," I finally replied. He went back to sit on the desk chair. I undressed behind a corner and wrapped a very large towel around myself. I only took it off when I was in the shower with the door closed. The warm water was so relaxing that I stayed there for a while. Maybe too long, because at one point, I heard a knock on the shower door.

"Oh my God, everything's fine, I'm just relaxing," I replied to the figure of James tapping on the shower. He backed away, and I tried to finish what I was doing quickly before he came back to bother me. After getting out of the shower, I dried off quickly behind the corner and then went to my room. I took out some underwear and a very short and colorful summer dress.

"Can you at least turn around?" I said to James, and he did. I made sure there were no mirror surfaces where he could peek, and then I quickly got dressed. "Done," I told him, and he turned around, still looking at me. His expression ran all over my body. I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I was the first to look away. Then I grabbed the hairdryer from the bathroom and started drying my hair. At one point, I saw James behind me; he took the hairdryer from my hand and started drying my hair. I didn't know how to react to that situation, so I let him do it.

"Thank you," I said at the end, and he didn't say anything. I looked at the clock; it was almost eight, and my stomach wanted to be filled.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat?" I asked him, and he nodded.

He insisted on taking his car and driving me to a place. When we arrived, I noticed it was a typical American diner. We sat at a table and ordered food. The waitress almost had a heart attack seeing James, as if he were the most handsome man in the world.

"Hey, look who it is," a voice behind me said. It was my ex-boyfriend, one of the people I hated the most in the world. "Hi," I barely replied.

"And who's this, your new boyfriend? Are you fucking?" He said. He was starting to irritate me.

"Listen, asshole, do you leave by yourself or do I have to make you leave? I'm not as nice as I seem," James replied.

"Ohhh, so she really gave it to you. Man, you're lucky, she didn't want to do anything with me, using the excuse of virginity," he laughed.

"Maybe ask yourself some questions then," I said, rolling my eyes.

James suddenly stood up, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him.

"Wasn't I clear enough?" His face was inches from my ex-boyfriend's, and it was quite menacing. My ex began to tremble in fear.

"Sorry, man, I'll leave you guys alone," he said, still trembling, and quickly ran away. "You associated yourself with a guy like that?" James said to me, but noticing that I was embarrassed by what my ex-boyfriend had said in front of him, he dropped the subject, and silence fell between us. When the food arrived, I attacked the plate without looking at James and finished it very quickly.

"It was very good," I said only, still looking down. James remained silent, but after a few seconds, he began to speak. "Listen, Y/N, you did well not to go with that guy. You would have regretted it for sure," his words were understanding and comforting, and they made me feel good.

"Anyway, I didn't think you were still a virgin," he added as if it were a normal thing to say.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious about his statement.

"I mean, you're a beautiful girl, you could have anyone at your feet," he said. "Once again, you've judged me as someone I'm not," I replied, but this time I wasn't angry.

"It seems so," he replied, smiling at me. It was the first time he smiled, and I understood why the waitress had felt faint when we arrived. He was really handsome. I tried to brush off these thoughts, but he seemed to notice. "What's wrong, do you like my smile?" he said, winking, just like I had done earlier inviting him to come into the shower with me. I looked away. At one point, I heard the beep of his phone. He looked at the phone.

"Okay Y/N, we have a problem. I need to take you away from here, to an isolated and safe place," he said, suddenly becoming serious.

I didn't understand what was happening, but with him, I felt safe.

#james valdez #peter gadiot #queen of the south #la reina del sur #peter gadiot x reader #james valdez x reader #man #handsome #shanks #one piece

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coldhndss · 3 months

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──★ ˙ ̟ Blue Lock matchup No.5 @mooncakes-and-peaches

Hello! This is my last current matchup. I’ll be writing more soon as I have 3 shorter bonus ones planned for the few people who sent in after the cut-off. I’ll be opening them up again soon once I find I have more free time! I also have some special types of matchups planned so stay tuned!

So anyways, some of the things you noted in your matchup felt really refined and sort of sophisticated, in a way? So, with that, I decided to match you to Reo Mikage!

I know you’re anime only, and so matching you to Reo might not make much sense now, but his personality really shines through in the manga, and I might write a bit over my intended limit trying to prove that to you, so hear me out!

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'm a huge homebody. I enjoy watching TV… drawing occasionally.. writing ideas and characters for stories…”

“…and working out (my goal is to look fit and I’ve actually managed to get some muscle!) I like playing tennis, but I have to be in the mood and the weather has to be right.”

If you’ve read most of my matchups so far, I’ve said this same thing a few times, but most of your description sort of gave me Reo vibes (if that makes sense). We know that canonically, Reo is/was studious in school, achieved high marks and always performed well in what he did/does. Despite this, I feel as though he’d definitely enjoy staying home after a long day of training (as anyone else probably would). Though, Reo would definitely motivate you to play more tennis; he’d probably see potential in your skills despite you having specific conditions to be in the mood to play right! He’d also bring you along when he has training at the gym, and the two of you would train together, and this way, the both of you can meet your fitness goals together. Though on those off days when the both of you aren’t in the right mood to go to the gym, you’d stay home, and binge watch a TV show together, sharing a bowl of popcorn and different types of chocolates that he picked up from a super-high-end chocolatier earlier that day. I feel like Reo, being the rich kid that he is, is probably used to super refined tastes, like 95%+ dark chocolate. I’m not sure whether you like dark chocolate or not (personally, I absolutely love it) but if you don’t he’d try to convince you to try it, and if you do, the two of you would eat the box of chocolates together.

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'll let things slide here and there, but I've never been a big risk-taker/have been rebellious. At the same time, and I know this is contradicting, I'm a very lazy individual, but recently I've been doing better doing what needs to be done and more.”

Seeing as Reo is kinda a textbook spoiled rich kid, he also carries a little bit of a ‘look at me, I’m following the rules’ kind of personality, but not necessarily in a bad way. Seeing as you’re someone who seems to avoid trouble, he may see you as a ‘refined’ individual and take interest in that. We know that Reo is a huge business and stocks nerd, (duh) his family says it all. So, I’d imagine that he’d constantly yap to you about those types of things, asking you if you’ve seen the stocks today, and always telling you and about the shifting economic state of whichever country is on his mind today. I may be wrong about this, but in the case that you do know about those types of things (I def do not) I can imagine the two of you talking about it for hours. In the case that you don’t really know much about business-y type things, you’d listen to him talk and talk about something he read in a book he bought earlier that day, only to end his yap session by saying:

“Well, I don’t really care since I don’t want my dad’s company anyway. I’ve got Nagi, and together, our soccer will…”. Congratulations, yap session number 2 is about to begin! Although, you don’t really mind, because seeing Reo finally have something to call his own brings a special type of warmth to your heart. His newfound motivation towards wanting to be good at something that he grew from nothing himself definitely makes you feel like you can motivate yourself to build your own skill at things that you already enjoy doing.

I’d imagine that Reo would obviously bring you to meet Nagi. He’d take you along to watch him practice one time and introduce you to his closest friends (literally only Nagi, maybe Chigiri? – but I won’t spoil anything for you). Seeing as you didn’t mention soccer as one of your interests he might suggest that the three of you play a sport together one day, and you’d suggest tennis. With Nagi being the talented freak he is, his general skill in almost anything he does may physically exhaust you, with you opting to watch him and Reo go against each other in a match while you keep the scores. That’s not to say that you’re bad at playing tennis, of course. Nagi is (was) known to make these types of underhanded comments at another person who isn’t up to his skill level (😭).

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I don't have an aesthetic, I just like to wear whatever is comfy and don't really stray from my regular stuff (another thing I need to work on).”

Given his riches, Reo would obviously have expensive taste. If I’m not wrong, he wears designer clothes and all that jazz. So, seeing as you also have a super self-improving orientated mindset, (in my opinion) he’d always motivate you to do new things and open your avenues up a little. That’s why I think he’d pamper you with new clothes, or randomly take you ‘shopping’ where in reality he takes you to get one of those colour analyses, where the person would help you figure out what colour ‘looks best’ on you. He’d pay extra attention to it and buy you things based on what the analyst says. Of course, he takes it with a grain of salt, and lets his personal opinion seep through when buying you gifts. As for you, you’d give him a little ‘fashion show’ where you try on the clothes he bought you so as to not disappoint him, even if they’re not really your style. In the end, you’d pick out a couple pieces that you ended up liking a lot and scold him for splurging (just because he has tons of money, doesn’t mean he should spend it all!). He’d also take note of the types of things you ended up keeping and use it as reference for his next shopping haul for you. From personal experience, he knows that money isn’t the only thing that can keep a person happy, so he definitely tries to not overwhelm you with all his gifts and stuff. Seeing you smile and be content is one of the most important things to him, and he’d be absolutely torn if he was the reason for you to feel any sort of sadness.

#btw all the character dividers in this series were made by me :D #coldhandsss #writing #blue lock #fluff #anime #bllk #blue lock x reader #reo mikage #mirage reo #blue lock reo #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #bllk x reader #matchups

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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Hello and welcome to...

✨Amethyst's Scribbling Corner✨

Also known as "I wanna practice writing short/get new ideas and this seems like fun, and I'm curious to see where it goes so let's give it a shot."

I've always wanted to try writing prompts/requests for the sake of trying new things and stretching my writing style a bit, it's always seemed like a ton of fun. I participated *cough* am participating almost done 😭 *cough* in Whumptober for the first time this year, and recently with TTSBC and Traveling Thieves, as well as this blog picking up steam, I figured it was a good time to give it a try!

SO HERE'S THE DEAL

Once a week(ish I promise nothing my brain is a pinball machine with a bunch of AUs and fandoms slamming into each other like demented bumper cars) I will make a poll tagged 'Amethysts Scribbling Corner' and I'll put in the poll a handful of requests/prompts that I've either dug up on my own or that I've received from anyone who would like to send one in! Whichever prompt wins the poll, I'll write it and post it! I'll probably make a new series on my A03 account just for fics that come out of this titled 'Amethysts Scribbling Corner' as well!

Use reblogs, replies, asks, messages, I'm not picky!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple sentences!

Requests for certain ships or characters are encouraged for sure! Just know I'm more likely to use the ones that're for ships I already write for...but I mean...looks at TTSBC notes...there's plenty to choose from!

Also feel free to submit asks or requests for other fandoms, I'm currently living my best Hermit/Traffic/Empires fanfic gremlin life, but I've also written a ton for Haikyuu and Jojos, if those interest anyone! Pretty much any fandom that I've posted for on my A03 account is fair game!

Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're taking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

I think that's all...I hope for this to be something fun to give me a way to try out some new things in my writing and give everyone who has so kindly supported my stories so far something fun to engage with!

Requests are open now! Reply to this post, reblog, or send me asks or messages! I'm excited to see what we end up creating together!

💖💖💖

TL:DR: I'm opening prompt requests for short writing/short story practice! Rules in the post above!

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dontforgetyourmedstoday · 4 days

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So you just steal artwork and don't care? Got it. Either that or my ask asking about sources from your posts on April 8th disappeared. Or I guess you could be off tumblr and not have been here for two weeks.

Hi Anon,

I'm assuming this is you:

If it is, yes, I did see your last ask - but life has been a bit shit lately and frankly, I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with an accusatory email that gave me absolutely no details about what you were upset about so I could investigate. So today, despite it being an incredibly long and shit one that isn't over I'm going to reply.

*Takes a deep breath* From this point forward I'm going to assume that, like me, you are just a real-live human with feelings that get hurt and not someone who just likes to yell at people on the internet. So let me apologise that I have used your artwork without attribution, it was in no way my intention. Please take this apology as someone who was just trying to amuse themselves and perhaps help some other people out by reminding them to take their meds too. I absolutely suck at art-type things so in my mind, no one would think I did them or was claiming the actual 'art' part of them as mine. I realise now this is the internet, you guys don't know me, and so I should have been clearer that nearly all of these are edits. (There are a few waaaaay back I actually drew myself). Looking at the 7th, 8th & 9th of April (allowing for time zones and assuming that's when you saw your artwork). All of them except one have a link at the bottom of the image that links back to where I sourced the original image - I don't know if this is visible on mobile so I'll show it below (the bit circled in red)

So I'm assuming this one is yours:

It seems that one doesn't have the link. I don't know why. I haven't made any new reminders for this blog in ages (again - life) - it seems like most of the ones from early April this year were originally posted back in 2021. I got briefly excited about this blog again a few months ago and loaded up a bunch of old ones so this blog was still functional for the people that find it helpful. Going back I have noticed that others seem to not have credit either. It is possible I made a mistake and forgot to add them. It's also possible that Tumblr has a had a glitch/error/weirdness which means it's disappeared. I also used a bunch of images from the editing app I was using to add the reminder message and I wish I could remember what the site was called because I cannot for the life of me remember. Honestly, who knows. I have deleted the post(s) with that image - if it's not the right one please let me know.

I have always gone out of my way to ensure that anything I use is either free use, or non-commercial under Creative Commons. As an aside, I'm an academic and a person who has artist friends and my partner runs a business where our customers are largely designers and artists, so I do actually do my best to give credit. Am I perfect - no I'm not. Part of the reason I stopped making new posts was because of difficulty giving credit even on images that were non-attribution and finding images where I knew what the attribution requirements were (along with trying to remember everything everyone asked me to tag, and doing the image descriptions etc.) If anyone else finds something of theirs in one of my posts and there isn't credit attached please either dm me or send an ask and let me know which post and how you would like to be credited and I'll add it in. If you want it removed, I'm happy to do that too.

Sorry for the long post, hope it helps to clear things up. Finally, let me take this opportunity to say

"Don't forget your meds today my friends"

#attribution #artwork #answered ask

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maskedemerald · 5 months

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WIP List (Tag Game!)

I was tagged ages ago by @the-down-upside-finch thank you so much! Sadly I was in deadline and life drama time so catching up on the tagged stuff now.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Warning: This is going to get long, like seriously I have too many even if I discount the Fan Fic ideas... which I am doing because some of them might get used for future challenges that need them not to be talked about.

Feel free to send me an ask about any of these!

Book Writing Stuff

A Curiosity Piqued Series

Medallion Heist

Message in a Bottle

Wards

Rivals

The Vanished Researcher

The Shadow Master

The Transfigured Corpse

Framed

The Traveler

The Queen of Stone

Lapis Feather (Previously Frost Amber)

Vigdis' Revenge

The Shadow Master Returns

The Bleeding Tree

Sentience

NecRomance

Doppelganger

A Brother's Return

Null Beast

Ruins of Crystal Spires

Loops

Ari vs Arnvaldr

A Focus of Time

Haunting Memories

Lost Brother

The Queen of Stone's Revenge

Uneasy Aliance

And that's just the A Curiosity Piqued WIPs!

Magic Act

Vampire Saga

Queen's Conmen

Apprenticeships in Sorcery

A Kind of Freedom

Biological Component

Blood Book

Caged Phoenix

Captain's Shoes

Curse of the Sands

Dragon Egg

Dreaming Weapon

Sands in the Hourglass

Frozen Dragon

Hatchling

In the Ashes of the Bookshop

Kayla Rising

Last Breath

Last Man on Earth

Odd

Prince Pendant

Prince's Secret

Rebirth

Should Have Been Born a Fish

Stolen Breath

Taking up the Chase

White Raven

Wish You were Here

Glaesier

Astral Projection thing

Book Boy

Wynn equivalent

Lethal Lyra

Anastriana

Garnet

Spark the Fires

Space Druid

Talisman Warlock

Forget me not

Game Writing Stuff

Light of the Oubliette

Willow

New Khronos

Fenrir

Aether Shards

Comics Writing Stuff

Better Luck

Searching Prince

Dragon Cursed

Bottle Pirates

Phantom Circus

Not Under the Mountain

Now for the Tags:

It would be crazy for me to try and tag 1 person for everything listed here, seriously that would be 67 just counting the book writing things! So I'm just going to tag all my current writers tag list and throw it open to anyone else. (Shout at me if you want to be added to the writers list for tag games, whatever you write be it original stuff or fan fiction!)

No pressure tagging @scribe-of-stories, @allie-and-the-words, @card-queen, @sm-writes-chaos, @the-real-lyra-vale, @squarebracket-trick, @jasperygrace, @pb-dot, @wmlittlemore-is-writing, @akiwitch, @aalinaaaaaa, @cat-esper, @chayscribbles, @thetwentiethdisaster, @i-rove-rock-n-roll, @ashwithapen, @vaultofqueenorion, @sparrow-orion-writes, @thetruearchmagos, @taveren-writing, @alnaperera, @amaiguri, @guessillcallitart, @stesierra, @sam-glade, @thebearthatreads, @dogmomwrites, @callahanscorner

I apologize if some of you were already tagged for this game while I was gone with IRL chaos throw a link at me and I'll take a look if you did!

#writing #writeblr community #creative writing #writeblr #wip list #writer

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koi-pond-tears · 2 months

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Headcanons I love even tho they go against my main beliefs for these characters

Ace/Aro bakugou. Idk why but I just. Love it. So much. Like yes lil dude be free!!! Fuck nobody!!! You never needed bitches!!!

And especially the headcanons where he's like. Absolutely clueless about love. Like Mina will ask "so bakugou what's your type?" And he just looks confused n goes "?? You mean my blood type???"

Izuku and Katsuki being brothers. Like not literal brothers by blood but they have that brotherly bond. I actually do ship dekubaku but this headcanon is still very dear to me and I think in another universe it could work.

Like it's so funny imagining them fighting the way brothers do or being mean to each other but also having each other's backs and protecting/defending the other. I love that for them

Idk why but asexual todoroki just. Wow. I love him

I feel like he would still want a romantic relationship just without the sex part. Like he's totally cool with kissing or cuddling bc cmon there is no way in HELL this boy is not absolutely touch starved.

I feel like while Ace bakugou thinks sex is gross and is repulsed by it, ace todoroki is just indifferent to it. He doesn't rlly care or have any feelings towards it. Like ok bestie go smush your peepees together while I watch the entire Beverly Hills Chihuahua franchise

As much as I love my blorbos bakudeku together I have to admit the idea of izuku being the token straight friend in a class full of the ell gee bee tees is so fucking funny to me. Like he doesn't understand the lingo and is absolutely sweating his balls off trying not to say something offensive and it's just hilarious. He accidentally uses she/her instead of they/them once and almost commits seppuku ( a japanese style of suicide which includes disembowelment)

I'm sure he includes everyone's pronouns in their description in his notebook to make sure he remembers what to use

Nonbinary jirou just. Fits. Like idk what anyone has to say about that but look me in the eye and tell me that bitch doesn't put on a binder

They're an enby and also bisexual bc I am correct about everything.

Trans kiri just works.

If deku doesn't grow up to be tall as fuck then I will literally have a meltdown

does he not look like the tall lanky nice friend that can't even say fuck??? Look me in the eye and tell me that. Do it.

Eri grows up to be really tall

Like idk where this comes from but to me she's just. Tall. Girly doesn't get you things from the top shelf she IS the top shelf

Also I personally don't like the eri x kota ship, I think it's kinda weird to be wanting these whole ass 6 year Olds to date, idk but it makes me uncomfortable

I saw a post once that said that Ochaco would be an active memelord (back when that term wasn't cringe) and oh my god. No. This bitch wouldn't know anything.

She has a fucking flip phone I doubt she has access to motherfucking twitter

I think she'd be like Izuku where she's just absolutely clueless on the lingo and slang and feels left out when her friends reference memes she's never seen before

And even if they do take the time to send her one or two she wouldn't understand it

I also saw this in a different post but tsuyu listens to asmr

Tokoyami too

I love the black Mina headcanons but I'm filipino and so starved of representation so I'll just pretend she's half pinoy but grew up in japan so she doesn't really know much of the language (you'd be surprised how many of us don't speak our native language despite living here all our lives)

Himikos eyebags come from the many long nights she spent as a villain doing literally anything else but getting a good night's sleep. Like I know in the backstory episodes we see her with the eyebags as a child, but when I first watched the show I just assumed that that was the reason she had them, and I'll stick to that till I die

Mirio is autistic. Do not argue with me I am right.

#asexual bakugou #asexual tododoki #asexual #aroace #mha #my hero academia #mha headcanons #mha hcs #headcanons #bakugou #todoroki #midoriya #uraraka #tsuyu #tokoyami #mirio togata #toga himiko #jirou kyouka

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commaclear · 4 months

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Holy crap???????

I very recently started reading (most?) of the stories you have wrote on Ao3 and I'm in love. Marry me?? I'll give you a plastic spider ring I got for 25 cents.

Anyways, I aspire to be an author and was mostly wanting to know, how do you continue??

I have so many little ideas that float in my mind and I don't know how to keep writing after getting through one paragraph.

-Turtle-shell anon.

Oh dear, unfortunately I'm sworn to only marry Danny Devito...

Okay, I've got a lot to say abt this apparently. I was originally just gonna write some quick tips and it somehow turned into a full essay lol

#5 is my top suggestion for anyone who's feeling uninspired or stuck. Stories are driven by their characters, so let them lead the way!

1. Write your ideas down as soon as you have them

I've got about five or six tiny notebooks stowed away in different places (purse, desk, bedside table, etc.), and as soon as I have any kind of story idea, I start writing it down as soon as I can, otherwise I tend to lose it or lose my enthusiasm abt it, and it's harder to keep steam later on. I do this with ideas for future stories, ideas for dialogue five chapters from now, random descriptions of scenes, just literally anything that pops into my head.

Like dream journaling makes your dreams more vivid, the more you write down your ideas, the more ideas you'll start having! It's like unclogging a dam.

Also, physical writing is always better for me than typing when I get stuck because kinetic movement engages the brain more, so I have a few full size journals too to write longer ideas in.

2. Start stories even if you know you won't finish them

Writing is like a muscle. The more you use it, the more stamina you build up. So starting on stories, even if you don't know where you're going or know you won't finish is still productive because you're exercising that muscle and making it stronger. And who knows? Maybe you'll come back years later and finish this story brilliantly!

3. Download WriteorDie2

Write or Die is a horrific torture device for writers, but it is genuinely helpful for me to power through pointless writer's block or procrastination stints. Even when I feel completely uninspired, suddenly I find I'm full of ideas when threatened with screeching violin spiders.

4. Get a hype man

A big reason writers lose steam on projects is you start listening too much to the internal critic, and you end up hating your own project when you've barely even started. The best way to combat this is to get a non-writer friend to read your stuff and tell you everything they like about it. Ask them to say specific things they liked, not just vague "Yeah, it's good!" because specific positive feedback is always more encouraging than generic platitudes.

5. Do free form character PoV word-dumps

Get out a journal. Set a seven-minute timer and start writing in the voice of your main character (or whatever character is most relevant), like they're making a diary entry or giving a soliloquy. Your pencil cannot stop moving until the timer ends. Just keep writing and ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Have your character dump out all their thoughts and feelings and insecurities, have them rant and cry, have them giggle and blush and kick their feet, or maybe they're still masking their feelings and trying to be strong. Just write in their voice, and you'll be surprised by what they have to say.

6. Explain your story to a rubber ducky

If you're stuck in a plot and don't know where to go, explain your whole plot to a rubber ducky. Make sure you go into all the intricacies and details, explain all the side characters and background lore, tell that ducky where you want your story to go next and why you're stuck.

8 times out of 10, simply talking out loud through your plot will get you thinking differently, and you'll unstick yourself. And it doesn't have to be a rubber ducky; it can be literally anything with a face, but trust me, it is important that is has a face, and you need to be talking out loud, even if it's just a whisper.

#anons my beloved #comma gives advice #writing advice

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