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pairing: enemy!chris sturniolo x reader
summary: reader & matt are fwb, and chris seems a little jealous
warnings: SMUTTTT, dom!chris, oral, unprotected, roughhh, degrading names (slut, etc.), slapping, use of ma/baby, camera/recording, praise kink, choking if you squint, arguing
a/n: first time writing smut, so hoping for the best! please give me feedback on anything i can do better!
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you and chris had known eachother since you were kids, just like you had with the two other triplets. so matt and nick were confused when you two had suddenly become distant and rude towards each other in car videos.
so, they decided you and chris needed some alone time to work out whatever conflict had been going to between the two of you. so, they set you two down on their living room couch, and told you both exactly that. after that, they had left you two alone, and went to the store to get some things for tomorrows wednesday video.
the second nick and matt stepped out of the door, you shot up from the couch to leave this situation as soon as possible.
you’re quickly stopped by chris grabbing your arm, and pulling you back down onto the couch.
he looks at you like he wasn’t the one who ruined your friendship.
the truth was, you and chris had something going on a few years back. but you cut it off, and went back to being friends. for awhile, you had no idea why he had started being such a jerk to you in recent months. but eventually you pieced together a suspicion that it could be about what’s going on between you and matt.
you and matt hadn’t had anything truly serious going on. just flirting, and occasional making out.
but apparently that hadn’t stopped chris from being jealous, because he speaks in a playful tone, “i know what’s going on between you and my brother.”
you look at him confidently, and respond confidently as well. “okay, do you want a cookie?”
chris rolls his eyes at you and inches closer to you on the couch. he grips your wrist tighter, which causes you to whimper softly in response.
chris isn’t saying anything, so you decide to speak up again, “i don’t understand why your upset with me chris, i thought you would be over us by now.”
chris responds swiftly, like he had already had this conversation in his head before it happened. “i am over us, but i’m not over us if your with my brother.”
you look at him confused, you understand that he could be jealous, but that’s not like him. he could literally get any girl he wanted. “chris, what? are you seriously jealo-“
he cuts you off by slamming your faces together, his hand that was gripped tightly on your arm suddenly moves to your waist.
he pulls you closer to him, almost onto his lap as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. you allow him entrance as your mouth opens and a soft whimper falls out.
his grip on your hips tightens as the kiss deepens. chris can’t help himself, the desire to make you his is becoming stronger with each second.
you pull away from the kiss for a slight moment, just long enough for him to pull you fully onto his lap, his forehead resting against yours as you try to catch your breath.
he glances at your swollen lips, and gently traces his thumb over them.
“you have no idea what you do to me.” he says, before starting to move his hips around to create friction, just where you want it.
“i’ve been trying so hard to stay away from you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks.
he places soft kisses along your neck, his teeth lightly nibbling at your skin. his hands begin to roam all over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he’s trying to memorize every curve and detail.
his kisses become more intense, his tongue swirling against your skin as his hands grab your hips, and slowly grind you against him.
“chris.. fuck,” you mumble into the kiss.
he suddenly breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. he runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to regain his composure.
he tugs at your shirt, motioning for you to take it off. you oblige as he reaches for something behind the couch. his hands searching for something specific, and finally grasping it.
chris pulls out a camera.
his eyes linger on you as you take off your shirt, biting his lip softly as he watches the reveal of your skin.
“your so beautiful,” he whispers before motioning for you to take your shorts off. you comply, as he swiftly pulls off his shirt and sweatpants.
you cover your body with your arms, just for chris to take them off so he can see your body. “ma, let me see you.” he mumbles.
chris then takes out the camera, and starts recording as he slowly takes off your bra.
he pans the camera down to your bare tits, “fuck, baby” he mumbled as you breathed deeply, unable to move as he moves the camera down to your lap.
“now your panties,” he requests.
“but- your filiming.. i—” you stuttered.
“so? strip.” he interrupted
again, you do as he says. you slowly take off your panties as he spins you around for the camera. you couldn’t help but notice how much his demanding tone turned you on. you maintained eye contact with him as you discarded your panties on the floor.
“so sexy, ma” he praised
chris discarded his boxers as he gave the camera a better view of your exposed body.
“shit,” he groaned as he inched closer towards you.
you slowly turned around, to hopefully give him and the camera a better view. he snickered before running his hands past your tits, and up to your neck.
“you gonna let your little ‘boyfriends’ brother fuck you, slut?” he whispered while gently squeezing his hand around your neck.
his actions caused you to whimper, as he brought his free hand down sharply against your skin. his hand then slides down past your waist, pulling you even tighter against him.
“chris, please..” you whisper, your voice strained with effort.
“what? use your words ma,” he teased, clearly knowing what you wanted, but wanting to hear you say it.
“chris please fuck me,” you plead desperately, needing him inside you.
chris chuckled, letting go of you and pushing you onto the couch. he pumped himself with his free hand before lining himself up with your pussy. his tip teased you as you looked back at the camera with a grin.
as you focus on the camera, he snickered again just before shoving himself quickly into your pussy. he smiled as he noticed he captured your face in that moment on camera.
“chris,” you cried out, as he slapped your ass again.
“can’t take my dick slut? i know you can.” he huffed
at his sudden actions, you feel your walls clench as you adjust to his size. before you could make any more noise, chris brings his free hand to your face, and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth.
“you’re taking me so well baby.” he dryly praised as he adds another finger into your mouth.
chris continues slamming in and out of you as you suck on his fingers. your whimpers become louder and louder with each thrust. this whole time, he’s making sure the camera gets a perfect view of everything happening.
“who fucks you better?” he suddenly groaned.
“what..? fuck,” you replied confused.
“who fucks you better, slut? me or my brother,”
“you.. fuck, you fuck me better chris,” you panted.
chris smirked at your response. as you feel your orgasm approaching, your walls begin to clench around chris’ dick. looking back at him for approval, he grants it while chasing his own.
“that’s it. fuck, come for me baby.” he groaned as you felt your orgasm reach its highest point.
“get on your knees baby,” chris ordered. you followed and settled down on your knees as you looked up at him, still holding the camera.
“open your mouth,” he demanded as he ran his free hand through your hair before using it to pump himself, before entering your mouth. you took him all the way to the back of your throat, with his free hand gripped against the back of your head.
“fuck, that’s it.. i’m close,” he whimpered as he began to thrust into your wet mouth. your eyes formed tears as he released down your throat.
he slowly pulled out of your mouth, holding your jaw with his free hand. showing the camera the mess he had made.
he saved the video as you panted, trying to catch your breath.
“chris! what if someone sees that??” you whispered, embarrassed.
“that’s the point sweetheart.” he snickered as he put the camera down.
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Enemies with Benefits
Part 13
Previous part here
***!!!Warning: mentions of parental death/absence, military service, and hintings of PTSD!!!***
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The next morning, after rolling over and opening her eyes, Y/N was momentarily disoriented when she didn’t recognize the bed she was in or the room that surrounded her as her own. Rubbing her eyes, she shifted, and the mild pain from her ankle immediately reminded her of the events of the previous night, and she winced upon also feeling the bandaging tape on her hands and knees.
Sitting fully upright in the bed, she recalled the details of the night prior, and she furrowed her brow as she remembered each shaking moment. She was still feeling scared and on edge from the whole situation, but she no doubt would have been even more traumatized if Tommy hadn’t been there.
As she thought of him, she then remembered how Tommy had sat with her last night, and how good it had felt to be held and comforted by him. It was the first time in a long time that she’d allowed herself to be vulnerable with a man, and while she didn’t like letting her guard down, she couldn’t deny how good it had felt. Tommy had been so protective and sweet, and she had a hard time believing that he was the same man from their initial few encounters. In fact, that’s what she’d continually been thinking for the last several weeks. Every day, he continued to grow on her.
Turning her head and reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she picked it up and checked the time, and she saw that Tommy had sent her a text message about 15 minutes ago. Tapping on the text icon, she smiled as she read his message.
T.S. Good morning, beautiful. Hope you got some rest. Whenever you’re ready, let Polly know and she’ll take you home. Your car’s already there, but if you need anything, I want you to call me. You’ve got the next few days off, and I expect you to take them. If you even try to come to work, I’ll fire you. And before you question it, yes, I can do that, so don’t get cheeky.
Still smiling, Y/N set her phone back down and pushed back the blankets. After hobbling to the bathroom and changing back into her clothes, she made it to the bedroom door and opened it, but when she remembered the long hallway and the amount of stairs she’d have to make it down, she began to slightly panic.
“Polly?” she called out nervously.
“Are you up and about, darling?” came Polly’s voice from somewhere down the hall.
“Yes, but I think I need help.”
Appearing around the corner, Polly made her way down the hall and met Y/N at the door. With a big smile, she offered Y/N her arm, and they slowly made it down the hall and descended the stairs, Polly then leading her into the kitchen and helping her sit in one of the chairs at the huge island before busying herself making Y/N something to eat.
“I can’t thank you enough for all this, Polly,” Y/N said as she watched the woman crack a few eggs into a frying pan. “I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I would have managed too well on my own last night.”
Polly smiled at her over her shoulder.
“Well, Tommy never would have let that happen, so no point in even entertaining the idea. But I wouldn’t have allowed it, either, and it’s my pleasure.”
“Where is he?” Y/N asked then, not wanting to sound like she was wondering about him, but not being able to stop herself from asking.
“He had some work to do at the office, and then he’ll be heading to the club to inspect the work they’re doing there, but he said he’ll stop over at your place later to check on you.”
Y/N shook her head.
“He doesn’t have to do that,” she said.
Polly looked up then and met her eyes.
“He wants to,” she said.
Y/N remained silent as she watched Polly continue to prepare her breakfast. She once again went through the events of the previous night, and as Polly set a plate down in front of her, she looked at her and quietly spoke.
“I still can’t believe how well he handled the whole situation last night,” she said to her. “It was like it didn’t even faze him.”
“Well, de-escalation is something they incorporate into basic training,” Polly replied.
Y/N furrowed her brow.
“Basic training? What do you mean? Tommy was...he was in the military?”
“Yes,” Polly replied. “Army.”
Upon hearing that, Y/N’s eyebrows raised and she felt at a loss for words. She never in a million years would have guessed he’d been in the military, and the expression on her face must have been evident of that, because Polly then continued to explain.
“The kids all had it pretty rough growing up,” she said. “Their mother died when they were young, and their father was a drunk, worthless piece of shit who gambled all their money away and would walk in and out of their lives whenever he felt like it. He still tries to come around sometimes, but it’s only when he needs money. I stepped in to help raise them, but they were a bit of an unruly bunch, and Tommy especially had a mind of his own. He was incredibly resentful for how his father behaved, and although Arthur is the oldest, Tommy, for whatever reason, felt it was his responsibility to take care of everyone. But he was also so all over the place that we thought he needed some structure. So, he left college in the middle of his first year and joined the army, and he finally had some direction for the first time in his life.”
Her expression still one of surprise, Y/N shook her head slightly as Polly paused.
“So, what happened then?” she asked.
“He served his time. He was actually awarded for several things throughout that period and moved up quite a bit, but it wasn’t anything he ever talked about or acted like he was proud of. He doesn’t like to talk about any of it, actually, and there’s plenty that he’s never shared. But he came back with a kind of determination I’ve never seen before. He had three priorities: to have his own money — and plenty of it, to make sure everyone he cared about was taken care of, and to never again feel like he wasn’t in control of his life.”
Y/N was silent for several moments. This new information was so much to digest, but it at least shed some light on why Tommy was the way that he was. While Y/N still wasn’t a fan of some of his tactics, she could at least now understand why he operated the way he did. And while she had been through her own trials and tribulations, what the Shelby’s had been through made her life sound like a walk in the park.
“I can’t believe all this,” she then said to Polly as she met her eyes. “And I thought I had it rough growing up.”
“You no doubt did,” Polly replied. “Just because we all have different battles doesn’t mean they take any less strength to get through. And in fact, your strength and determination are what make you so special. I think so, and that’s definitely how Tommy sees you, too. In fact, you’re all he’s seen since you two met.”
At that, Y/N blushed.
“Do me a favor and tell him to stop looking,” she said.
But Polly gave her a knowing smirk.
“Oh, Y/N, I think we both know that that’s not really what you want,” she said with a wink.
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After Polly dropped her off and helped her to her door, Y/N thanked her again repeatedly for her kindness.
“No need to thank me, honey; you’re family now,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Y/N didn’t quite know how she felt about that, or how to respond, and her face was no doubt a mixture of several different expressions as she looked at Polly.
“This doesn’t mean I’m letting Tommy off easy, you know,” she then said to her. “The bet still stands.”
Polly smiled back at her.
“I’d expect nothing less from you,” she said, and then she turned and walked back into the elevator, smiling once more before leaving Y/N at her door.
After fishing her keys out of her pocket and entering her apartment, Y/N closed the door behind her and set down the bag of her things on her entryway table. Exhaling a sigh, she was glad to be back in her own place, and as she made it into the kitchen without too much difficulty, she was glad that her ankle wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t put any weight on it. But she cursed as she remembered that she had intended to visit the grocery store today, before everything had unfolded the way it did, and she groaned as she recalled that there was next to nothing in her fridge or cabinets.
But upon opening the fridge to assess what she did have, she was met with the surprise of it being fully stocked with food and drinks. After staring into the refrigerator in disbelief for a moment, she suddenly realized that the only person who could have done this was Tommy. He’d been the only other one in possession of her keys at any point over the last 24 hours, and she concluded he must have done it when he’d brought her car back, before returning her keys to Polly's house. As she then closed the fridge and opened the adjacent kitchen cabinet, she saw that he’d also filled that with more food, and when she turned around, her eyes landed on a bottle of Ibuprofen and a pack of cigarettes sitting on the counter across from her.
In spite of herself, she smiled, and before overthinking it, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, sending Tommy a text message.
Y/N: I can’t put my finger on it, but something tells me that someone was in my apartment recently. You know anything about that?
Within seconds, he responded.
T.S. Maybe. Depends on if you’re mad or not.
Y/N smiled.
Y/N: I should be, but you got my favorite cookies, so I’ll let it slide this time.
T. S. Well, based on the state of your fridge and cabinets before I got there, you were going to soon be wasting away to nothing, so I figured you’d appreciate food and painkillers more than flowers.
Y/N: And the cigarettes?
T.S. Just in case you feel the need to indulge while you recover. Although I’m cutting back, far be it from me to deprive anyone else.
Y/N: My kitchen better be the only place you occupied, Shelby. If I somehow find out you looked in my underwear drawer, you’re done for.
T.S. Believe me, love, I’ll see your underwear soon enough, but it’ll be when they’re on you, and then subsequently on my floor, and not in some dresser drawer.
At that, Y/N’s heart pounded and her cheeks flushed, and the thrilled smile that spread across her face couldn't be contained. But she kept her response to him untelling.
Y/N: You sound awfully confident about that. How can you be so sure?
T.S. Tell me I’m wrong. You’re not exactly arguing against the idea right now.
Y/N: I’m not exactly agreeing to it, either, so you’ve got your work cut out for you.
Y/N watched as the bubbles danced on her screen as Tommy typed a response. She smiled widely again as she read his message.
T.S. I think you know by now that I don’t shy away from work, love. Now stop shamelessly flirting with me and get some rest. I’ll see you later, and you better answer the door when I get there.
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In the early evening, Y/N had nodded off on the couch, and she was suddenly brought out of it by the sound of knocking on her door. Clumsily sitting up, she blinked a few times and smoothed her hands over her hair before reaching for the remote and muting the TV. As she stood up on wobbly legs and steadied herself, the knocking sounded again.
“I’m coming,” she called, and once she made it to the door, she opened it and gave Tommy a look of annoyance as she met his eyes and tilted her head.
“Patience is a virtue, Shelby,” she said to him as she leaned against the doorframe.
“Come on, love, you know I have no virtues,” he replied with a smirk.
“This is true,” she agreed with a nod and a smile.
Briefly looking down at her ankle, Tommy then spoke.
“How are you getting on? How’s the pain?”
“Fine,” she replied. “It’s minimal, fortunately.”
“What about your hands and knees?” he asked.
She dramatically raised her palms to show him her bandages.
“Just fine, doctor, thank you,” she said with playful sarcasm, her tone sassy.
At that, Tommy gave her a look that made her internally shiver.
“If you wanna play doctor, we can play doctor,” he said as he held her eyes.
Y/N smirked at him.
“That would mean I’d have to let you inside first, and that isn’t going to happen, so...”
Tommy took a step closer, his foot halfway in the door.
“Are you sure?” he asked, speaking lowly. “I promise that I can take very good care of you.”
“You already have,” Y/N replied, keeping her composure. “That bottle of Ibuprofen has been cracked open and those cookies are half gone, so I’d say your job is done.”
Tommy smiled at her, both insanely frustrated that she was still challenging him, and also insanely amused. He expected nothing less from her.
“Could I come in and bum a smoke, then?” he asked. “I was told you might have a pack laying around here somewhere.”
Y/N smiled again, and she opened the door a bit more.
“I thought you were cutting back,” she then said.
“I am,” Tommy nodded with a smile of his own. “But all this work you’re putting me through makes it tough not to reach for one...or ten.”
Smiling even wider, Y/N replied.
“I think you can handle it,” she said to him. “Like you said so yourself, we both know you don’t shy away from hard work. Something tells me it’ll pay off for you if you just keep at it.”
“Oh, yeah?” Tommy replied with a heated gaze. “Can I get that in writing?”
“Nah,” Y/N said with a shake of her head. “I’m feeling adventurous, so let’s just see what happens. But in the meantime, I do want to thank you for all the hard work you’ve already done. It would appear that you aren’t as awful as I thought you were.”
Tommy gave her a nod as he raised his eyebrow.
“You better remember that, darling,” he said.
Slowly moving closer, Y/N reached out and lightly grasped one of the lapels of his coat as she leaned forward and then placed a kiss on his cheek. She whispered in his ear before pulling away.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Then she released him and stepped back, and by the time Tommy had snapped out of the daze she’d put him in, her door was already closed.
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Hello! I just read your recent post on the lin Kuei trio trying to bring back the reader's memories after it has been tainted and was wondering if you could do part 2 where the trio finally succeeded in restoring the reader's memories?
I haven’t seen those movies in awhile but I googled it and apparently only therapy can help? I went off what Google said. No gifs cause I got lazy. I ain’t even finna lie to you
Bi-Han doesn't show it, but he's in so much pain
It's not because everytime you see him, you try to kill him
If hating him for the rest of your life meant that you'd be happy, he'd take it
But you're not happy. It's not a bad breakup and you hate him but at least you're living life. No. You have insane PTSD from the torture you endured
When he's told that the only way to help you is therapy, he's a tad bit irritated
Therapy takes too long. He wishes he could fight some enemies, use some magic, then boom. Everything's okay
Speaking of those enemies though, he's definitely tracking them down and killing them
He finds it difficult to watch your therapy sessions so he distracts himself with duties
After a few failed tests, you're finally able to be in the same room as him without trying to kill him
When he sees you look at him with love instead of hatred, all his tension is released
Your memories are still a little wonky but you're healed enough to know that they're manipulated
He's more than happy to tell you what really happened and make new memories with you
He's more soft afterwards because he's afraid of triggering you
It takes a lot of work but he's willing to do all of it if it means you'll be okay with him holding you again
Seeing you be so terrified of him is like a living nightmare
It's such a difficult situation because there's no easy way to help you
It's not like a broken bone. You've been made to fear him and your memories are tainted
Therapy is the only thing that can help you
It takes a while, and he hates it
He's told to avoid face to face contact with you during your recovery
So he watches you sneakily
He watches you rediscover your memories day by day
When you ask to see him, he's a bit nervous, but he knows that that means progress has been made
He lets you set the pace of the conversation
Whenever there's silence, he doesn't try to fill it. He knows you need the time to gather your thoughts
Your hand is shaky when you reach for him. He wants to try and close the space but he doesn't. He lets you take your time reaching for his hand
When you finally touch it feels like weights have been lifted off his shoulders
You're not 100% healed but you're making great progress. You being able to stand being around him is such a huge thing to him
He helps you whenever you get confused and is extremely patient with you
Definitely believes you'll make a full recovery
After the first encounter and you trying to kill him, nobody could blame him for becoming depressed
You were extremely volatile towards him
Anytime you saw him you immediately tried to attack him
When he's told therapy is the only thing that can help you, he wants to be hopeful but it's hard to
Therapy takes time and there's no guarantee it'll even work
He sends you gifts during your recovery. Sometimes he won't sign it so you're more willing to accept it
Exposure therapy exhausts him, but he keeps doing it for you
One day though your demeanor is different
You don't rush at him or tell him to get out
You're quiet and still. He lets the silence stay
“I don't know what's real and what's not anymore”
“You're trying” he'd say. “That's all that matters. And I'll help you”
It gets quiet again
You walk over to him, and instead of attacking him, you pull him into a tight embrace
It takes him a moment to understand what's happening. Once he does, he hugs you back
“You loved me. Real or fake?”
“I love you, and it's all real”
You two just stay like that for a while. He has no idea what's going on in your head, but in his he's ecstatic
There was hope. As long as there was a hope, even a sliver of it, he wouldn't give up on you
He stays by your side the entire time. Watching you slowly but surely go out of your way to be around him excites him
He has tons of pictures and he shows you them and explains what happened whenever you get confused
He's delighted to have you back
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I would love to hear your opinions on Beej and Charles' relationship... Its always so fun to explore
dont mind me answering this two years later. i don't have an excuse im just a lil slow. it got long so it's under a readmore!
i like to think things are super rocky right off the bat. charles distrusts been the most in the beginning, after all, when he looks at the demon all he can remember is how he tried to marry his daughter, drove her and subsequently him to the netherworld, tried to kill delia, adam, and barbara, and made a mess of the house and their lives. so he isn't exactly please when beej is unceremoniously dumped onto his literal front steps. he is... cordial to the demon, not wanting to accidentally set Beetlejuice off and cause another Incident.
beej avoids charles a lot in the beginning. he has Mommy and Daddy issues, mainly from juno being, well, herself and his father not being around. (and honestly beej isn't sure if his father left him or was eaten by his mother, but he still holds out hope.) so another parent, especially someone who is genuinely angry and distrustful of him, and not in a 'god you're so annoying' way but in a 'you are a threat to my family way'. like, delia gets spooked by him easily, but she was probably the least affected by his outburst, and he helped her realize otho was a scam artist. the maitlands aren't exactly threatened by him, and quickly come to realize he's kind of... harmless. and lydia still considers him her best friend, even after the whole sham wedding/trying to kill everyone/killing him ordeal. but Charles? he's the only one who is not willing to deal with beej and his antics, nor does the man seem willing to move past the, well, past.
so, yeah, things are tense between them in the beginning. both of them feel threatened, and while beej is prone to lashing out when he feels threatened, charles is the quiet, calculating, take no shit. unstoppable force, immovable object. the few times they interact one-on-one doesn't go well, usually ends up in an argument, or worse, and the threat of sending beej back to the netherworld hangs heavy.
but, charles sees how beetlejuice acts around lydia, how he acts around the maitlands, hell, how he acts around delia. he's completely different than when charles originally met the demon. he's actually... more like a person than the mindless killing machine that charles thinks he is, and while he loaths to change his mind about the being who caused so much havoc and pain for his family, charles starts to doubt that he may have been wrong about beetlejuice. and then when delia implores that he just try and bond with beej, he really isn't so bad, they have a lot more in common that charles would think, he finally gives in and tries.
likewise, beetlejuice sees how charles acts around the rest of the household, the easy coparenting routines that he and the maitlands have developed regarding lydia. the calm discussions in the morning and the shared tv times in the evenings. he sees how charles is with delia, the gentleness and the love that's visible even to beetlejuice, eugh. the willingless to play along with her ideas and life coaching. he sees how charles is with lydia, the near desperation in his actions to make his daughter feel seen, feel loved, feel like he will always be there for her. how he begrudgingly builds her a dark room and allows her to paint her bedroom walls black. and he'd never say he was jealous, not if his undead life depended on it, but, honestly, he is. he wants so badly for charles to like him, hasn't what he's done to atone enough? hasn't he changed enough? but, fine, if charles won't like him, he can play along and make the man's life a living hell with pranks and comments and toeing the line of what is and isn't allowed.
and then charles finds out that despite being over 1000 years old, his age roughly correlates with that of a young adult, college-aged, even. charles, honestly, isn't sure that beej would even be of age for drinking, if he were human. he realizes that the demon's lashing out and acting up around him wasn't because he hates charles, its because he's a shitty young adult who has no idea who he is other than how others perceive him, who obviously got little to no parental love and guidance, who is fiercely protective of lydia, has taken her under his wing and would do just about anything in his power to make her happy. charles notices him eagerly playing along with delia's beliefs, never shutting her down or making her feel like she's crazy, but instead encouraging her to life her life how she wants to. he sees how beetlejuice had toned down the sexual jokes and innuendos at their behest, how he's done a complete 180 when he realized that they didn't enjoy his advances. he wants to be included but has stopped pushing and prodding for their attention.
and its when charles realizes that beej is basically just a hurt, scard, kind of angry yet doubtlessly kind kid that beetlejuice gets himself into some deep shit, and charles has to go save his ass. and its not for lydia's sake, well, at first it was, he'd hate to disappoint his daughter by letting something happen to the demon she's basically adopted as an older brother, but when he sees how genuinely hurt and upset beej is, something changes in their dynamic.
charles stops being so closed off to beej, starts including him in things, talking to him of his own accord, trying to be there for the demon like he is lydia. after all, he's no longer a freeloader, a dangerous demon on a hair trigger to charles anymore. he's just a troubled 20-something who just happens to be a demon. this doesn't exactly go well, beej isn't quick to judge, and the sudden change is so offputting to him that he thinks that charles is Up To Something.
because whenever juno started being nice to him, well, she either wanted something from him, or was about to make his life a living hell and fuck him over one hundred and one ways. so charles, someone he's lowkey started to think as a surrogate father even if he won't even admit it to himself let alone anyone else, suddenly acting like he wanted beej around, like he likes the demon? no he doesn't trust that. so he ups his antics tenfold, trying to piss charles off, trying to make things go back to how they were before.
and then this fic happens and, well, beej has to admit that charles does like him, and is trying to show it, and isn't out to get him, or kick him out, or kill him. its hard for both of them, but its a lot more positive than it had been before.
all this to say, i think they have a kind of father-son relationship, though not at first, and not for a hot second. both of them are resistant of getting along until both internal and external forces make them change, and even from there charles trying to kind of mother hen beej doesn't go well at first. but they figure things out
#asks from the recently deceased#veej's rambles#beetlejuice the musical#bjtm#beetlejuice#charles deetz#beetlejuice broadway#character analysis#thank you so so much for the ask#and again so so sorry it took me 2 years to answer this TToTT
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Ok, I've refrained from making an official post on anything related to the Watcher Entertainment situation (I've reblogged but kept silent on my general thoughts), mostly because after that first weekend I had hoped most of the hate posting from so-called "fans" would blow over and we could resume our regular lives.
But it hasn't stopped. Every time something new from Watcher drops, people use it as an opportunity to post hatred about Steven Lim (which is disgusting and you should all be ashamed of yourselves) or show a grievous misunderstanding of how the company makes money.
A few days ago, the company apparently sent out a mass email to the subscribers of WatcherTV (and I say "apparently" because I am subscriber to WatcherTV and got no such email, and I've checked my deleted emails and junk mail) about a forthcoming sponsor made episode of one of their shows. Based on the screenshot I read of the email, they said it was originally going to be a YouTube exclusive, but after having gotten some inquiries from WatcherTV subscribers requesting they put it on the website, they were taking a poll to see if the people wanted it to be YouTube exclusive or to have the sponsored episode on the website.
People were acting like WatcherTV had run off with their money because after setting up a subscriber based streaming service, they were still going to be doing sponsored content. Y'know, the thing they wanted to leave YouTube originally. And people are acting like Watcher is saying that their money isn't enough and the subscribers are being ripped off.
And yeah, your money isn't enough. And that's the fandom's fault.
Originally, the idea was that if you didn't pay for the subscription service, you were going to miss out on a good chunk of their content going forward. The fandom gave a huge, riotous outcry about it and they backtracked to make it so that everything would eventually be on YouTube. WatcherTV subscribers just get it earlier (a month only.) That means that they aren't making a large amount of money from their subscription service because only the die-hards who have the money to spend are bothering to pay money to see content a month early. Most people don't mind waiting a month. (Hell, for years I had to wait longer than that to see DW in the US after it premiered in the UK over six months before. Needless to say, spoilers never bother me because it was how I engaged with the more British based DW audience for four whole years.)
So, yeah, they're going to have to do sponsorships, even with people investing in WatcherTV. And I am fucking sick and tired of seeing people complain about it. If you want them to keep making content and most of the fandom complains about the boys DARING to ask for them to pay to see it, then you're going to have deal with whole episodes of shows that are based around promoting games and films.
They have not stolen your money from you or lied to you about the situation. You're just either very naive about what the fallout of the fandom's tantrum would be or you're being willfully ignorant so that you can feel yourself righteously angry (but, sorry. You're wrong there. You're not righteously angry, just stupidly so.)
#we are watcher#watcher entertainment#WILL THIS DRAMA EVER END?!#I usually don't post my thoughts#especially not so aggressively#but man am i tired of this willfully dumbass take
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Idea from this prompt: by @whumperofworlds
"What are you here for?" A guard asked me while I awaited my death. "You clearly don't seem to belong here. Your eyes tell me that."
"... Something." I muttered, trying to be polite. I knew full well what will become of me by the time the sun rises.
The people demand it. They demand something which they clearly didn't have full will over. I do not blame them.
"Don't be like this. There's a chance you would be set free." As much as I'd like to agree, I know that wouldn't be the case.
The crime of which I was accused is too heavy for that.
"No. There wouldn't be." I leaned back into the wall to steady my breathing. I need to focus. If there is any consolation, I'm alone in the dungeon.
"... I'm sorry."
"You're just doing your job. Don't worry about it." I walked into the cell and watched as the stars seemed to weep for me.
A child whose fate is tied with the destruction or the prosperity of the realm. It was true. However, the conqueror twisted it in a way that led people to believe I was the cause on why the realm was conquered.
When I've grown, I founded a family, a team. They didn't believe the lies. They were supposed to have my back.
Until they didn't.
All it took was just one incident. We barely escaped with our lives. The conqueror ensnared us with a trap that was many moons in the making.
They didn't realize how close they were to death, too blinded with blaming me for getting them into the mess. They were too filled with anger to realize that the planned path would have killed us all.
They surrendered me to the people, telling them how they shouldn't have given me a chance. How I hurt them.
It was enough to cause a turning point. Enough for them to call for my execution.
"You seem calm for someone falsely accused. Are you afraid of your death?"
I glanced up at the conqueror, indifference filling my eyes. I didn't even know when they'd walked in. "No. I keep on hearing the people demand for it. It was only a matter of time before this comes to pass."
My adversary merely narrowed their eyes as I was handed a bottle. "For your execution. It makes your blood flow much faster."
A couple of seconds passed by before I drank it. I had to suppress a cough due to its taste; throwing it up will only lead to more hurt.
Endure it. Take a breath. It'll all be over soon.
"I never wanted things to be this way. After all, you were such a wonderful asset. For everything to go somewhat well just because you're there?
"I really did expect you to die back there. But, I still won, didn't I?"
It was hard to keep my face passive, fighting the sting in my eyes as the betrayal stung again once more.
"I'll make sure your death will be quick."
And I was finally left alone. The only visitor who came by was the lone crow I'd raised since it was a hatchling.
The first rays of morning came by slow, as if the skies were trying to delay my death. But time waits for no one. The bell will declare my death in its time.
And with it, the death of the realm.
Foolish conqueror, when you made our realm submit and made us part of yours, the conditions remained the same. And now, my death will be the reason your own realm will fall. My lot is that.
I looked around at the crowd awaiting for my death. The ones I considered my family is brimming with vitriol.
My right hand and the healer took glances at me, one with contempt and the other with betrayal. Yet, I tried to keep my indifference. There's no point in being sad or hurt about it. Not anymore.
"Any last words?" The conqueror asked me as I stood on the platform.
I glanced at the crowd I so tried to keep safe. I closed my eyes to await for my death.
"I hope you remember the prophecy's exact words. Let those words be the one to reveal the circumstances, for my words mean nothing to you lot.
"We'll see if my destruction affects the realm in the way I think."
Silence filled the stage as the murmurs thundered. I knelt down, ready to face my executioner's sword.
"If there is blood on anyone's hands, it's on all of yours. You should have listened to them when you had the chance."
Everything started going dark as the blade plunged itself into my body, warmth leaving me as my blood flowed out faster than usual. There was a dull softness-healing magic-but I know it's too late.
If they had actually listened to my crow, they would have saved the realm.
But alas, it's all too late.
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Day 92: Truths at Hyrule Castle and Kakariko Village
Time ticks on, and I still can't get close to the doppelganger. What does she want, this… thing??
The next ambush is three shock like likes - nasty.
Once we've taken them out, the voice of the imposter echoes mockingly through the hallways. She's waiting for me. In the sanctum.
Very well. I will be ready.
I take a moment to make sure my weapons are as strong as I can make them. Then I head to the sanctum.
She's there, waiting for me.
She transforms Hyrule Castle into the glory of its former self - is it real? Or just an illusion?
Her face… and her voice…
She transforms before my eyes, becomes the mummy from beneath the castle. The Demon King. She is nothing more than his puppet. I knew it couldn't be real. She would never run from me.
The Demon King transforms his puppet into an avatar of some kind, which quickly multiplies. Some part of his essence is drawn here, to kill me. I can't let it succeed.
It's closer than I'd like, though. His puppets, his phantoms, are frighteningly fast and strong. Together with the Sages’ avatars, they are destroyed. But then… he manifests his power again, as he did when Zelda and I first found him. It's so quick - and then the Sages are there, truly them, standing with me.
The relief is overwhelming. I am no longer alone. Ganondorf, the Demon King, tries to scare us with a nightmare vision of the world. He claims it will come under his power.
And then, just like that… he leaves us.
Riju, as always, is the voice of reason. She suggests that he isn't yet at his full power. There is still time to defeat him. And, as we head back to Lookout Landing, I know there is still time to save Zelda.
I run out under a clear sky, and feel a flicker of hope. Together, we will do this.
I have just about enough stamina to glide down to the Skyview Tower at Lookout Landing, and I take a second to enjoy the view. A gorgeous sunny day is just what I need after two days of running after a puppet under thunderous skies. I breathe.
Then I drop down to find the others.
Purah says there's one Sage missing. Rauru had six, but even counting Zelda we only have five. Somewhere, she believes, there is another set of ruins and a secret stone hiding within. We have to find it to find the Sage.
Perhaps Purah herself should bear a stone? As a representative of the Sheikah people, and because she's led us all this far. Or does that make her our Rauru? But then, Rauru also had a stone… I don't know. But she's led us true so far. I have to trust that her ideas will lead us to Zelda.
But where are we supposed to look? Ruins… Suddenly, I think of the Ring Ruins. I can see them from here. With the imposter proven to not be Zelda, surely now I could reach that fifth ring?
I zip to Kakariko Village to find out.
Paya and Tauro, thankfully, agree to open the ring ruin once they hear of the imposter. They wonder how to get inside… I suspect Rauru's arm will be useful to me.
On my way up the hill, I stop at Wortworth's study to show him the stone slab I found. It reads something like:
"Quaint/Queen Mineru, the King's elder sister, falls so deep in her books such that she often forgets to eat. In my wearied way I have done what I can, but I fear that it is to little avail. Of late she reads of constructs, things she made with her hands as vessel for spirit when body has failed. So, said she, might she live long, in spirit housed within this construct. Though Mineru doesn't seem to hold any deceit… By my faith, I cannot believe her words. "
So. Mineru from my visions was attempting to live eternally. Did she succeed? Is she still here, somewhere? Or perhaps her construct could have carried Zelda back to me in the present? Both of them were Sages - just the power Purah's looking for.
There's eleven more of these. I really haven't been keeping an eye out for them at all - but the information on this one makes me feel I should.
I head up the hill towards a different source of knowledge - the Ring Ruin.
I was right. With Rauru's arm, I easily ascend into the structure.
I can't read the stone slab, but there are plenty of researchers below. I take a picture, and ascend again to re-emerge.
Tauro calls Paya and Calip at the sight of the picture. Tauru translates:
"…promise… Zelda… solemnly signed… Mineru, Sage of…hide the key… southeast… Entrust… future… wish… defeat… Demon King…"
It's not much. All the Sages made promised to Zelda - I wonder what promises Mineru made. To get her here? To help her reach the present, in one of her constructs? I dislike the idea of her held in some machine, but to have her here at all…
Paya thinks the slab reads “dragon land southeast”. Calip reminds us of the Zonai ruins in Faron, and then gets completely distracted when Tauro praises his deduction.
Tauro plans to establish a base in the Popla Foothills - there's a Skyview Tower by the ruins. He and Calip leave promptly.
Paya wants to join them, but she seems to be settling into her role as chief, and elects to stay. Good for her.
I check into the clothing shop before I follow Tauro and Calip, but I'm running too low on funds to afford any new clothes. I make a note to try and gather some gems soon.
I pray for more stamina at the Goddess statue, and then I head to the Popla Foothills Skyview Tower.
Calip is already camped out here - he's efficient, I'll give him that. He says Tauro is headed to Dracozu Lake, southeast of here. I think I remember it - isn't there a huge Goddess statue near there? I wonder how close I can get if I launch from the tower…
I probably could have made it the whole way, but I stop at Jiukoum Shrine - it's on the way.
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Cleardune Chapter 6: Final Frontier
Joel Miller x f!reader
no physical description, no use of y/n
Summary: Suddenly, the day of reckoning is upon you, when you meet Joel in the barn to find him with his bags packed. You’re forced to ask him the question that’s been tugging at your brain since you first met him, unsure of what his answer will be. Will he stay? Will he go? Will he take you with him?
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: pet names obviously (darling, sweetheart, love, angel), cunnilingus
A/n: the end!!! Part of this is actually the thing that started the whole fic lol. Hope y'all have enjoyed reading this as much as i have writing it <<33
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You’re in the same position you’d fallen asleep in when you wake up the next morning to the streaming daylight, feeling like you could use an extra hour or two, but rested enough to get yourself out of bed and on to cook breakfast, humming to yourself as the eggs fry.
“What’re you all happy about this morning?” Pa grumbles when he walks in, poking his cup forward as he sits down at the table.
“Just, um, can’t get Bo’s piano playing out of my head.” You lie as you pour his coffee.
“Mm.” Is his gruff reply as he takes a loud sip.
What, I can’t be happy? Had tempted your lips, but it was easier to let go of this morning, a flippant who cares? following the thought. So, you just continue with the eggs, settling into the silence of breakfast.
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As soon as Joel enters the saloon, he gets a few greetings, now suddenly popular in the eyes of the regulars that you realize might be just as bored to death in this town as you are. He throws up waves, but his eyes are set on you as he comes to lean over the bar with a smile on his face.
“Listen,” he starts, keeping his tone for your ears only, “I’ve got some things to tend to this afternoon, but I’ll be at the barn at dusk, meet me there.”
Smiling at the idea of him making time for you, you nod. With a smirk, Joel winks, and then he’s gone back through the saloon doors.
It’s a bit disappointing, having him come and go so quick, but, the thought of him waiting for you at the end of the day is enough to take the edge off of the bore that the saloon never ceases to be, though everyone seems to be in just a tad higher spirits. It, you then realize, is Joel’s effect, having raised so many hearty laughs the day before, and you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips as you recognize the graceful cheer that he trails through town.
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Dusk is just setting in when you head to the barn, a smile on your face, waiting to see Joel’s. But, once you do, there’s something about him that makes it fall, head tilting in question. You’re met with no smile, Joel instead passing his tongue over his teeth behind closed lips, arms crossed and shoulders unusually hunched as he leans against Petunia’s stall, looking at the floor. The last thing you notice, the detail that stops you in your tracks, is the clearly packed satchels sitting next to his feet.
Your lungs squeeze. “You’re leaving.”
Joel turns himself to you slowly, moving his hands to his hips. He keeps his eyes on the ground. “I wanted to say goodbye before I do.” After a pause, time and your lungs frozen, he opens Petunia’s stall and brings her out, already tacked up and ready to go.
You take quick steps to him, but they’re uneven and stuttered, all of you reeling. Words fail you.
You knew very well this was coming, but the weight of it hadn’t hit you until this moment. Maybe you’d been protecting yourself, or maybe you were just fooling yourself, believing in the back of your mind that he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t leave you. He couldn’t. But here he is. And it seems so easy for him to.
“Well, where are you going?” You ask, breathing unevenly, though you know the answer. You feel small and sound smaller, the desperation audible no matter how much you try to hide it.
Joel pauses, both hands on the saddle. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. “Don’t know. Never do.”
You don’t even let a beat go by before you ask, “Can I come with you?”
There it is, hanging in the air. Finally, you’ve said it. It’s a confession and a request all in one. Awaiting his reply, your heart beats against your ribcage like a prisoner at the bars. The seconds that pass feel like ages.
“Your pa wouldn’ like that very much.”
Replying quickly, you huff, waving your hand dismissively, “He’ll find someone else to mind the bar, he won’t even know I'm gone.”
Joel turns to you, “Now, you and I both know that’s not right. He sure will know you’re missin’. And he sure will care. He’s your pa.” He ends with assertion, as if him being your father meant anything more than blood.
“He doesn’t care about me!” You rebut, gesturing your arms out in flustered frustration. “All he cares about is that I work for him. I’m just a body, who’s mother died.”
“Now why would you say that? That man’s purpose is to protect you. Take care of you. A father loves his daughter. No matter what.” He assets, almost stern.
“He doesn’t want me, Joel.” You reply, just as stern. “He told me so.” After a long beat, feeling like this is your last chance to say anything at all to him before he’s gone forever, you ask the only question left. It comes out mousy, “…Do you want me? Do you want to be with me?”
Again, your question hangs. For a few solid moments, all he does is look you evenly in the eyes. Then, in one swift movement, his arms are around your waist, and he kisses you.
He tastes just the same as he always does, but you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it. Joel’s warm arms encapsulate you—everything about him does, completely.
This is the man you want to be with until the day you die. It occurs to you then, sure, true, and certain.
When he pulls away, still close enough to feel the breath from his lips on yours, voice quiet and low, he speaks, “I do.” The words swirl and echo in your mind; a gift, it feels like—something finally for you. One thing in this life that’s yours, that means a choice for you. It feels like freedom. To be with Joel, anywhere, for as long as you live. You don’t care how rough the road gets, you don’t care how cold the desert is at night, that there are dangers out there that you’ve never seen, that you’ll never see your father again, this town again, that you’ll never set another foot in that damn bar. You want to leave it all behind. You want to leave with him. No one else. All these years you’ve daydreamed about running away, you could never do it. But with him, you can.
“Then take me with you.” You whisper back. “Please.”
“You don’t know what’s out there.” His voice is low and full of warning, but his arms are still around you, so you quickly reply, “I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”
Slowly, he kisses you again, simply resting his lips against yours, but harder than before, and when he pulls back, his breath is heavier.
He nods once. “Go get your things, and meet me back here.” He whispers lowly, like a secret, and you’re instantaneously giddy. “I’ll be waiting.” He holds you for another moment before concluding, “I won’t leave without you.” And you swear you’ll remember those words for as long as you live, just the way he said them. Then he loosens his arms, and you nod before pulling away and walking quickly out of the barn.
You run back to the saloon in increments, intermittently losing control of your excitement. As you pass through the town, even though you know you’ll never see any of it again, you don’t take a single look around you. You’re ready to go. To start a new life.
Climbing the tree back up to your window, you think it’s the one thing you’ll miss. This tree that you’ve watched grow since you were a girl, that has grown with you as you’ve climbed it, the one thing in this whole damn town that’s been supporting you all these years, even if it’s only been your weight.
Inside, you hurriedly throw the belongings you deem worth taking into the satchel that’d remained empty for years. In front of the bureau, you pause, dancing your finger over the framed picture of your mother.
You wonder what she would think of this, what she would think of Joel. You think she’d like him. If she knew how things are now, you think she’d want you to go. There’s nothing for you here, and a big world wide world out there, just waiting for you to go see it. With the man you love, and the only man who has ever truly made you feel loved.
Carefully, you wrap the picture in your nicest dress and shove it into the bag before hastily climbing back out of your window and down the tree, letting yourself drop to the ground. For a moment, you pause again, running your hand over the bark. Your fingers run over the old notches left on the trunk where you scrawled your name here some years ago with the big buck knife you stole from your father. Nearly cut yourself doing it, but it got the job done. And although the jagged lines have mutated your name some as the tree has grown with them, here it remains. Your one true mark on this town.
You leave it there, and let yourself run to the barn.
Joel is waiting, as promised, leaning against Petunia’s stall with her still out and ready. When he sees you, he cracks a smile, those lips the only thing you can see from the orange barn light over his hat. You stop just a few feet from him, waiting for him to tell you again that he wants you, that he’s taking you with him.
“You ready to go, sweetheart?” He asks, still with that smirked smile as he steps away from the stall.
“Yes.” You answer simply, feeling yourself grin.
“Well, come on, then.” He cocks his head towards Petunia, and your grin widens as you come up to her for Joel to hoist you on before mounting himself in front of you.
As Petunia starts out of the barn, he looks back at you and smiles, and you wrap your arms around him, resting your cheek on his back, and close your eyes.
You’ll wait to open them until the town is out of sight. You don’t care for it at all anymore. No sentimentality, no bitter sweet. It’s already gone to you. Now, all there is is you, Joel, Petunia, and the open country.
You’ve never been more than a few miles outside of town, but as you ride out into the night, that cool breeze washing over your face, it feels like it’s where you belong.
You belong with Joel. Anywhere, with him.
More than anything, you want this new life. You want adventure. And you want Joel. It feels like this is how it was always meant to be; you were so quickly taken by him because meeting him is what you’re meant for. Your heart knew it before your mind did, and thank god for its persistence, and for your surrender. Later, you’ll ask him if he feels the same. At this point, there’s little fear left in you of what you can say to him. Your heart and brain are finally in agreement that it’s not just you being foolish, he’s not taking you for no reason. You’re with him now, and if he wasn’t ready for that, if he didn’t want it, you know he wouldn’t do it. But here you are, riding off into the night, this cowboy with his girl on his back.
Still with your eyes closed, you kiss his leathered back, and squeeze him tighter.
After only a few minutes out of town, Joel answers every question by telling you, “There’s no one else I’d dare take with me out here. Never even honestly considered it before. But you, my darlin’... you’re the one. And I swear on everythin’, I will keep you safe. …Darlin’, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.” Feeling Petunia slow to a halt, you open your eyes to him turning his head back towards you. “I’m telling you that now,” he says, looking at you over his shoulder, “because I’m givin’ you the chance to change your mind. I’ll take you right back home.” He pauses, sighing as he glances to the town behind you. “So, here’s your chance.”
All you can help but do is smile.
“My plan is to stay with you as long as you’ll let me.”
Joel grows a wide smile back, those brown eyes twinkling, “That’d be a very long time, sweetheart.”
“God willing, a very, very, very long time.”
He chuckles. “God willing.” He sighs again, then says, “C’mere,” so you lean up to smack a kiss to his lips, “Alright, let’s ride, sweet thing.” He taps his heels on Petunia’s sides, “Hold on!” And you’re off, racing through the desert, your face hurting as you laugh.
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You rode through the night, exhilarated by the growing distance between you and Cleardune keeping you laughing and grinning until your cheeks couldn’t take it anymore. Just after sunrise, you’d spotted a small piece of land, a dilapidated house next to a barn in even worse shape. As you rode up to investigate, you found that it was abandoned. Joel told you that there’s a dotting of houses like this over the flatlands you’d wandered into, where the drought that hit a few years ago wrecked the small population of farmers. So, you decided to take a break and set Petunia up in one of the weak but still standing stalls in the large barn. Then, with nothing but a smile, Joel took your hand and led you to the ladder up into the hayloft to guide you to the large window at the front, pointing out with his other hand on the small of your back.
“See that?”
After spotting it, you turn to him. “Is that Cleardune?” You ask, wonderstruck.
He grins and nods. “Sure is. You know what that means? You belong to the open country now, darlin’.
Turning to enclose yourself in his arms, you correct him, “I belong to you now.”
He huffs a chuckle, “I wouldn’t say it like that.”
“I would.”
Joel tilts his head, the edge of his lip tugged up, looking at you through his lashes. “Would you now?”
“I would.”
He pauses, looking over your face with that same expression. He looks a bit floored, but not perturbed. No, as his hands tighten on your waist, he looks galvanized. And just like that, you're laid over a hay bale, dress pushed up to your neck, one warm, calloused hand on your breast, the other holding onto your thigh slung over his shoulder, and you’re cumming against his mouth.
As you heave breaths, you flutter your eyes open to the sunlight bathing you from the window. “Oh,” you let out absently, sighing at the warmth it spreads over your bare chest. You let your head fall back into the hay, unbothered by its scratch against your back.
Content. Completely and utterly content.
Joel lays wet kisses up your stomach, and you sigh again, ruffling his hair with a lazy hand.
And then you hear it, the words flowing into your ears like a song.
“I love you.”
Your hands climb through his hair, a deep breath raising your chest against his face. “You love me?” You ask quietly, eyes pulling open.
“I love you.” He repeats in a whisper, his lips making their way up to your neck, scruff against your skin. “I love you.”
Realizing his words, you take his face up to your hands. His eyes are half shaded by his lids, shining lips parted as he looks over your face.
It felt like you’d said it before, having been thinking it for so long, but you remember that you haven’t yet.
“I love you,” it jumps out, and then your lips are all over his, pecking in between more “I love you, I love you, I love you.”’s.
Joel slides his arms under your back, the cool leather of his jacket replacing the course hay, and lays his torso over yours while kneeled in front of the hay bale. With a sigh, he presses his lips against yours, resting there for a moment before he pulls away and turns his head to bring his cheek down to rest his cheek on your chest. Closing your eyes, you sigh at the feeling, running your hands through his hair.
It’s bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
When he speaks, his soft tone rumbles through your chest.
“I almost made the biggest mistake of my life last night. Thought I could be without you, but every time I think about what it’d be like to be out here knowin’ you were still in Cleardune… I dunno.” He pauses, “Probably would have come right back for you.”
“I was so afraid I’d never see you again, Joel.” You whisper while you play with his hair, the expired pain and worry still audible in your voice.
“So was I.”
“Then why did you almost do it? Why did you try to disappear?”
He pauses. “I was afraid. Guess I hadn’t grown up as much as I thought I had. But I fixed it, honey. Learned my lesson with you.”
“What were you so afraid of?” You inquire softly, ghosting a braid in his locks.
“I guess… I’ve never had a partner out here. Always been alone. And I know how to handle myself, but if I’ve got someone else… someone I love, I just… don’t have any practice trying to keep someone else safe, too. But I swear, darlin’,” he whispers, holding you a little tighter, “you won’t come into any harm while I have you with me.” He pauses, drawing soft spirals over your skin. “I’ll teach you how to shoot. How to ride. Hey, we can get you your own horse, baby. Maybe find that stallion back East.” You chuckle. “Teach you how to hunt n’ how to handle trouble in town. How to keep the peace, but how to know when it’s a lost cause. Teach you how to fight. How to run. Everythin’, darlin’, everythin’ you need to know. And maybe we’ll… we’ll find somewhere to settle down. That’s what we should really do. Hm?” He asks, looking up at you as he moves his arm from around your back to take your wrist in his hand to kiss.
Looking back down at him, you whisper, watching his lips hover over your skin, “I thought you never wanted to settle down? Get too restless?”
Joel sighs again, then whispers back, “You know what, darlin’, I think it was just that… I always felt like I was searchin’ for somethin’, but I could never find it. And I think it was you. I think you were that thing. And I’ve found you. And I wanna keep you. And I wanna settle down with you. Get a plot of land somewhere. And live out the rest of my days with you.”
Leaning your head back, you close your eyes and smile wide, close to chuckling at the sheer joy humming in your chest.
“Wha’d’ya think, sweetheart?”
“I think you’re a dream come true, Joel Miller.”
Chuckling, Joel wraps his arms back around your back to hold you tighter. “No, no, that’s all you, love. S’ all you.” He pauses. “Just a shame it took this damn long to find you. But I did. I finally found you, my darlin’. My angel. My final frontier.”
You laugh, feeling the reverberation against his weight over your torso. “That would make you my first. Told you, I’ve never been out of that town.”
“Well, I guess I should show you some of the country before we find somewhere to stay.”
“I would very much like that.” Still smiling, you sigh, “God, there's a whole world out there I’ve never seen.”
“I’ll take you. Darlin’, I’ll show you the stars—hell, I’d ride us right up into the moon if you asked me too.”
“No,” you chuckle lightly, leaning your neck to look down at him again and placing your hands in his hair, “down here’s just fine. Just as long as I’m with you.”
“God,” Joel sighs, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “never stop saying that, darlin’.”
“Never stop saying what?”
“That you wanna be with me.”
You kiss the top of his head and whisper, “I’ll tell you every day for the rest of my life.”
Joel sighs, kissing your bare skin again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Love you, love you, love you,” Joel speaks, barely above a whisper, but it swirls like smoke inside your head. “God, I love you.”
And this is it, you think to yourself as you run your hands through his hair, his head shifting to press soft lips against warm skin, this is what you were waiting for. And it was worth it, all those dead days, there was a reason for every one of them, and it's the smell of hay, the dust particles dancing in the streaming golden sun, the arms holding you close, and your one and only true love whispering, I love you, I love you, I love you, darlin’, I love you, and your voice finally coming out to whisper back, I love you, I love you, I love you, Joel Miller, I love you.
#the last of us#the last of us fic#the last of us joel#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us hbo#the last of us show#the last of us fluff#the last of us smut#the last of us au#the last of us joel miller#the last of us x female reader#the last of us x f!reader#the last of us x reader#the last of us angst#tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou fanfic#tlou hbo#tlou fluff#tlou angst#tlou show#tlou smut#tlou series#tlou joel miller#tlou joel#tlou au#tlou x reader#tlou x female reader#tlou x f!reader
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Ramón Salazar - Dating Headcanon
warning : tiny hurt/comfort, kiss
Info : So this sweet little thing (which was really necessary Salazar needed to write something small again) I hope you like it and other fans enjoy reading :)
@ghostssi
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He is a lord of an old bloodline of aristocrats a lord over lands and even though he sometimes wished he lived in the times of his grandfather, which were still times of splendor, he knew he had duties. But he would like to fill these duties in his spare time with someone who loved him.
But it would take time to develop this love from a typical initial letter contact. The writing a fine flourish of his beloved the young aristocrat reciprocated every time they could write. When he gave her flowers and she sent him her embroidery.
A correspondence that led to his collection that he collected in books, meticulously writing down everything his lady of the heart liked to please her when she would visit him one day. An initial contact that eventually led to a meeting after some time. A meeting of a lord with the lady who would hopefully make him happy.
A meeting that he knew would be difficult because of his looks, his height was not the ideal image of a blue-blooded arisocrat and yet she never gave him that feeling.
But just as little did he give her the feeling of not being enough for him, ,,Having your company pleases me more and more in my heart every day,” he told her when he saw the hint of uncertainty in her gaze. Her insecurity met his own and yet, especially in the beginning of their relationship, he would not allow it.
She didn't judge him, she even wore extra flat shoes and didn't let on that he was smaller and that he reminded her of her size despite her now small fortune.
He had suffered enough and wanted to put it behind him, which is why he was always by her side, not only to show her his closure but also to show her renewal. ,,As a token of my gratitude for your acceptance,” he said, gently taking her hand in his, the aristocrat's pink lips trailing a kiss on it as he showed her the new rose garden, the flowers in her favorite color.
Gave her the opportunity to decorate the rooms of the castle, to give the walls something she couldn't. ,,A nobleman's castle is his lady's house and should please her,” he had told her when the two of them had set to work with paint and brushes not only on the walls but also on the walls.
The little ideas between them on their dates were not just about his castle, they went on trips to the forest and the lakes together. He had picnics prepared and bought a daguerreotype camera to capture these moments between them.
The holding still to wait for the shutter release usually ended in giggles and smiles that they both tried to hide behind a fan or a hand. ,,Your smile is pretty” her words had reached him a thing no one had ever said to him a thing that made him feel insecure at first but when she took his hands she assured him that she meant it, that she wasn't judging him and kissed him gently so that the pink rouge of her own lips could be seen.
These sweet moments they shared between them, these moments they had away from his duty and work. They were moments of a relationship, their dates and appointments that showed him that despite all the bad things against him in this world, he was loved and in the end he didn't need the cult to get recognition and acceptance because he had her and he would give her everything because he loved her with all his heart.
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#resident evil 4#re4#re4 remake#ramon salazar#ramon salazar x reader#male x female#dating headcanons
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#so i have a rather ambitious project for jin's return... a 30-day countdown with 30 different gifsets/gfxs#and it's been really fun and sort of a creative outlet (work has been really busy and stressful lately)#but after posting this last set i see the chances of this flopping being quite high lol#but do i care? yes. a bit#will i call if off? nah. i don't think so#i hope i have enough ideas and time to make all sets i want#also hoping i can make the same thing for the others#btw if you guys have any ideas lmk ^^#shut up vanessa
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Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner
#rat rambles#oc posting#warriors posting#spiraling upwards#long story short they had a shitty awful terrible leader who sucked absolutely ass and they tore him to shreds#I mean that literally they pinned him onto the mountain side and slashed and mauled the shit out of him so hard that his lives evaporated#and several of the cats involved in that scene are sill alive and major parts of the story and I love them#oh also the cat that pinned him through a stab through the throat was his own daughter btw everyone hated his ass so much#and for good reason get his ass#alas in the main story I dont rly get to go too deep into how he harmed everyone involved mostly just three main ones#aka bristlestar because shes murtlepaw's ghost mom dawncrackle because hes also haunting murtle and gullspot because shes bristle's kit#so basically all the flashbacks we get involve those three in some form or another#honeystar was also there and involved but Im not currently planning on having her rly talk abt that#most of her more modern angst is the fact that she was forced into leadership against her will#and shes been alive long enough that shes been leading birchclan far longer than she ever lived in her old clan#but she did go through a lot of shit before birchclan was founded and it definitely shaped her a lot#she used to be a very determined and high spirited lil kitty cat who tried to be optimistic#but her family began to slowly be picked off one by one by both the old leader and the one whod later get evicerated#some of the older cats around her hoped it make her back down from her revelutionary ideas but she noticed that and it backfired on them#instead of being worn down to submission she became absolutely Furious and began to lash out more and become more demanding#it got to the point that she really only had two friends in the entire clan and one of them was her aunt whod later also die after coming#out abt having witnessed the leader killing his own kits#that was the final fucking straw for her and she was fully on board when bristle and dawn started looking for cats to join their rebellion#she did get rly frustrated with them as they waited patiently for the right moment but her remaining bestie kept her from going apeshit#so once the big fight finally broke out she was more than eager to join the hoard of cats chasing the bastard upwards#now unlike some of the other cats involved this legitimately actually made her feel a lot better for a while#for the first time in ages she finally felt like she could be optimistic abt smth again and was excited abt the idea of leaving this place#she had lost so much in this damn place since she was an apprentice and just wanted to finally be able to rest easy#but once they got to their new territory and set up camp things went south real fast as a flood fucked everything up#and after losing the only cat she had left in her life and losing her tail and being made deputy on top of that she deteriorated quickly
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#ok so like this is fine bc im not in a horrible mood rn. this is more i feel like complaining bc what im doing is kinda ridiculous#but my memory is so bad that ill probably forget if i dont write it out. but basically 4 days a week i have to come in starting at 7.30 to#water and prep for measurements. then from 9am to 6.15pm i have to nonstop take the measurements. and theyre timed so that means#i get abt 4 min to do anything before i have to take another measurement. which is abt enough time to start to focus and then have to stop#which is very fucking frustrating. and i have to manage data. coordinate for this fucking paper. and keep track of like 10 other things for#work stuff. which means that it takes me like and hour to send easy emails and they come out all fucked uo bc my brain is so shot#but on top of that i also have to fucking do the steps to get set up for my new school in the fall. and like ive officially accepted the#offer but havent talked to my new advisor since then so now theres this weird gap where im like. uh fuck do i ask for wtf im supposed to#do? bc ive been able to do things for like 2 or 3 weeks but then my life started collapsing in around me. and like there r probably#instructions somewhere but i cant fucking read lol. whatever. hes nice i just need to find the energy and words to email him and b like lol#srry everythings been insane. but bc ive waited so long i have to compulsively keep going back to check that ive been accepted like somehow#that would change while im not looking. ugh. and ive also fucked myself over housing wise bc theres a housing shortage in the city and huge#demand of housing on camus so theres a wait list for everything but i cant fucking apply bc i cant get my id to work. and fucking idk who#to call or email abt that. but idk i might have to have roomates for a semester. or my parents offered to give me some extra money for an#apartment until i can get one that doesnt put me in the red on a grad student budget. ugh. i dont wanna do either of those things#but christ do i not want roommates. ill figure something out. its just annoying and difficult from so far away#and it makes me kinda sad bc ppl r like: r u excited?! and im like. i cant really think abt that. partly bc im constanly putting out fires#in the present so theres not really space for it. partly bc i dont allow myself to b excited abt things so as not to get my hopes up.#but just after i accepted i was excited. and now it feels like im reaching my hand out toward a floating light just out of reach. like#its a nice idea but i wont believe until it happens. but that just bc ive become distorted about things#and i dont even get a weekend bc the 4 days of measurement r friday to Monday and i cant fucking relax on weekdays bc ppl r like hey can u#do this??? and there r things i can only do on weekdays so its like ok i guess ill just suffer forever thrn. and my boss texts me like: hey#did u do X? and am like: uuuuuh i fucking dont kno what day it is anymore. i dont understand y we have to meet. lets just not talk bc im#afraid ill say something worrying. so yea its pretty fucked up rn. but this stuff ends on the 24th#then ill probably not take a break and fucking finish the measurements for another project bc i just really need it to b done. i need it#all to b done so i can fucking wash my hands of this and fucking quit and move away at the start of july... or August if i decide i hate#myself that much. ugh. at least the lab has been pretty empty so no ones seen me crying lol#also thr fucking rutgers guy emailed me yesterday like: hey u want this position? and im like bitch u r like a month too late also im in#my cringe fail era. i would not survive at ur school. ugh everything is terrible. 2 or 3 more months then i csn leave this place forever#unrelated
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𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚
𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)
gojo x fem reader
Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…
𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)
all jjk men x fem reader 😭
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geto x fem reader
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𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)
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sequel to a pearl!
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𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)
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𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)
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sequel to a dangerous game
缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.
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sukuna x fem reader
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In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?
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sequel to violet lights
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toji x fem reader
Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.
This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.
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gojo x fem reader
This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.
𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici
(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)
has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(
please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3
i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚
#modern sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#dilf toji#toji zenin#satoru gojo smut#satoru smut#jjk x reader smut#jjk x reader#jjk angst#jjk smut#jjk gojo#jjk sukuna#jjk fanfic#jjk fic#jjk x black reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu geto#kento nanami smut#kento nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami kento fluff#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami smut#nanami x you
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I love when I open the guidelines for next week's assignments and it literally makes no sense. I don't mind this
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How Do I Make My Fictional Gypsies Not Racist?
(Or, "You can't, sorry, but…")
You want to include some Gypsies in your fantasy setting. Or, you need someone for your main characters to meet, who is an outsider in the eyes of the locals, but who already lives here. Or you need a culture in conflict with your settled people, or who have just arrived out of nowhere. Or, you just like the idea of campfires in the forest and voices raised in song. And you’re about to step straight into a muckpile of cliches and, accidentally, write something racist.
(In this, I am mostly using Gypsy as an endonym of Romany people, who are a subset of the Romani people, alongside Roma, Sinti, Gitano, Romanisael, Kale, etc, but also in the theory of "Gypsying" as proposed by Lex and Percy H, where Romani people are treated with a particular mix of orientalism, criminalisation, racialisation, and othering, that creates "The Gypsy" out of both nomadic peoples as a whole and people with Romani heritage and racialised physical features, languages, and cultural markers)
Enough of my friends play TTRPGs or write fantasy stories that this question comes up a lot - They mention Dungeons and Dragons’ Curse Of Strahd, World Of Darkness’s Gypsies, World Of Darkness’s Ravnos, World of Darkness’s Silent Striders… And they roll their eyes and say “These are all terrible! But how can I do it, you know, without it being racist?”
And their eyes are big and sad and ever so hopeful that I will tell them the secret of how to take the Roma of the real world and place them in a fictional one, whilst both appealing to gorjer stereotypes of Gypsies and not adding to the weight of stereotyping that already crushes us. So, disappointingly, there is no secret.
Gypsies, like every other real-world culture, exist as we do today because of interactions with cultures and geography around us: The living waggon, probably the archetypal thing which gorjer writers want to include in their portrayals of nomads, is a relatively modern invention - Most likely French, and adopted from French Showmen by Romanies, who brought it to Britain. So already, that’s a tradition that only spans a small amount of the time that Gypsies have existed, and only a small number of the full breadth of Romani ways of living. But the reasons that the waggon is what it is are based on the real world - The wheels are tall and iron-rimmed, because although you expect to travel on cobbled, tarmac, or packed-earth roads and for comparatively short distances, it wasn’t rare to have to ford a river in Britain in the late nineteenth century, on country roads. They were drawn by a single horse, and the shape of that horse was determined by a mixture of local breeds - Welsh cobs, fell ponies, various draft breeds - as well as by the aesthetic tastes of the breeders. The stove inside is on the left, so that as you move down a British road, the chimney sticks up into the part where there will be the least overhanging branches, to reduce the chance of hitting it.
So taking a fictional setting that looks like (for example) thirteenth century China (with dragons), and placing a nineteenth century Romanichal family in it will inevitably result in some racist assumptions being made, as the answer to “Why does this culture do this?” becomes “They just do it because I want them to” rather than having a consistent internal logic.
Some stereotypes will always follow nomads - They appear in different forms in different cultures, but they always arise from the settled people's same fears: That the nomads don't share their values, and are fundamentally strangers. Common ones are that we have a secret language to fool outsiders with, that we steal children and disguise them as our own, that our sexual morals are shocking (This one has flipped in the last half century - From the Gypsy Lore Society's talk of the lascivious Romni seductress who will lie with a strange man for a night after a 'gypsy wedding', to today's frenzied talk of 'grabbing' and sexually-conservative early marriages to ensure virginity), that we are supernatural in some way, and that we are more like animals than humans. These are tropes where if you want to address them, you will have to address them as libels - there is no way to casually write a baby-stealing, magical succubus nomad without it backfiring onto real life Roma. (The kind of person who has the skills to write these tropes well, is not the kind of person who is reading this guide.)
It’s too easy to say a list of prescriptive “Do nots”, which might stop you from making the most common pitfalls, but which can end up with your nomads being slightly flat as you dance around the topics that you’re trying to avoid, rather than being a rich culture that feels real in your world.
So, here are some questions to ask, to create your nomadic people, so that they will have a distinctive culture of their own that may (or may not) look anything like real-world Romani people: These aren't the only questions, but they're good starting points to think about before you make anything concrete, and they will hopefully inspire you to ask MORE questions.
First - Why are they nomadic? Nobody moves just to feel the wind in their hair and see a new horizon every morning, no matter what the inspirational poster says. Are they transhumant herders who pay a small rent to graze their flock on the local lord’s land? Are they following migratory herds across common land, being moved on by the cycle of the seasons and the movement of their animals? Are they seasonal workers who follow man-made cycles of labour: Harvests, fairs, religious festivals? Are they refugees fleeing a recent conflict, who will pass through this area and never return? Are they on a regular pilgrimage? Do they travel within the same area predictably, or is their movement governed by something that is hard to predict? How do they see their own movements - Do they think of themselves as being pushed along by some external force, or as choosing to travel? Will they work for and with outsiders, either as employees or as partners, or do they aim to be fully self-sufficient? What other jobs do they do - Their whole society won’t all be involved in one industry, what do their children, elderly, disabled people do with their time, and is it “work”?
If they are totally isolationist - How do they produce the things which need a complex supply chain or large facilities to make? How do they view artefacts from outsiders which come into their possession - Things which have been made with technology that they can’t produce for themselves? (This doesn’t need to be anything about quality of goods, only about complexity - A violin can be made by one artisan working with hand tools, wood, gut and shellac, but an accordion needs presses to make reeds, metal lathes to make screws, complex organic chemistry to make celluloid lacquer, vulcanised rubber, and a thousand other components)
How do they feel about outsiders? How do they buy and sell to outsiders? If it’s seen as taboo, do they do it anyway? Do they speak the same language as the nearby settled people (With what kind of fluency, or bilingualism, or dialect)? Do they intermarry, and how is that viewed when it happens? What stories does this culture tell about why they are a separate people to the nearby settled people? Are those stories true? Do they have a notional “homeland” and do they intend to go there? If so, is it a real place?
What gorjers think of as classic "Gipsy music" is a product of our real-world situation. Guitar from Spain, accordions from the Soviet Union (Which needed modern machining and factories to produce and make accessible to people who weren't rich- and which were in turn encouraged by Soviet authorities preferring the standardised and modern accordion to the folk traditions of the indigenous peoples within the bloc), brass from Western classical traditions, via Balkan folk music, influences from klezmer and jazz and bhangra and polka and our own music traditions (And we influence them too). What are your people's musical influences? Do they make their own instruments or buy them from settled people? How many musical traditions do they have, and what are they all for (Weddings, funerals, storytelling, campfire songs, entertainment...)? Do they have professional musicians, and if so, how do those musicians earn money? Are instrument makers professionals, or do they use improvised and easy-to-make instruments like willow whistles, spoons, washtubs, etc? (Of course the answer can be "A bit of both")
If you're thinking about jobs - How do they work? Are they employed by settled people (How do they feel about them?) Are they self employed but providing services/goods to the settled people? Are they mostly avoidant of settled people other than to buy things that they can't produce themselves? Are they totally isolationist? Is their work mostly subsistence, or do they create a surplus to sell to outsiders? How do they interact with other workers nearby? Who works, and how- Are there 'family businesses', apprentices, children with part time work? Is it considered 'a job' or just part of their way of life? How do they educate their children, and is that considered 'work'? How old are children when they are considered adult, and what markers confer adulthood? What is considered a rite of passage?
When they travel, how do they do it? Do they share ownership of beasts of burden, or each individually have "their horse"? Do families stick together or try to spread out? How does a child begin to live apart from their family, or start their own family? Are their dwellings something that they take with them, or do they find places to stay or build temporary shelter with disposable material? Who shares a dwelling and why? What do they do for privacy, and what do they think privacy is for?
If you're thinking about food - Do they hunt? Herd? Forage? Buy or trade from settled people? Do they travel between places where they've sown crops or managed wildstock in previous years, so that when they arrive there is food already seeded in the landscape? How do they feel about buying food from settled people, and is that common? If it's frowned upon - How much do people do it anyway? How do they preserve food for winter? How much food do they carry with them, compared to how much they plan to buy or forage at their destinations? How is food shared- Communal stores, personal ownership?
Why are they a "separate people" to the settled people? What is their creation myth? Why do they believe that they are nomadic and the other people are settled, and is it correct? Do they look different? Are there legal restrictions on them settling? Are there legal restrictions on them intermixing? Are there cultural reasons why they are a separate people? Where did those reasons come from? How long have they been travelling? How long do they think they've been travelling? Where did they come from? Do they travel mostly within one area and return to the same sites predictably, or are they going to move on again soon and never come back?
And then within that - What about the members of their society who are "unusual" in some way: How does their society treat disabled people? (are they considered disabled, do they have that distinction and how is it applied?) How does their society treat LGBT+ people? What happens to someone who doesn't get married and has no children? What happens to someone who 'leaves'? What happens to young widows and widowers? What happens if someone just 'can't fit in'? What happens to someone who is adopted or married in? What happens to people who are mixed race, and in a fantasy setting to people who are mixed species? What is taboo to them and what will they find shocking if they leave? What is society's attitude to 'difference' of various kinds?
Basically, if you build your nomads from the ground-up, rather than starting from the idea of "I want Gypsies/Buryats/Berbers/Minceiri but with the numbers filed off and not offensive" you can end up with a rich, unique nomadic culture who make sense in your world and don't end up making a rod for the back of real-world cultures.
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40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise
Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.
"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.
"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.
"But-
"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.
"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!
Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.
"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"
His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.
"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.
-
"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.
"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"
"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.
"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.
"I love you Jamie"
"I love you jellybean"
That was the last time you saw him.
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"This is a bad idea"
"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.
"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-
"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"
Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.
"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"
"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.
"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"
"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.
"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"
"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.
"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-
Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.
"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-
"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"
Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).
"HOW DARE YOU"
Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-
"Y-y/n? Doll?"
"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"
You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.
"Oh baby, no-
"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"
The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.
"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.
The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.
Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.
"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.
"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.
"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"
"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.
And of course your other best friend.
"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.
Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.
He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.
On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.
"Bucky, I'm fine-
"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"
"I can still walk y'know-
"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"
When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.
After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.
Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.
Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.
Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.
Bucky's life has never been better.
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