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Unfortunately, I will not be updating this account anymore. I simply do not have time to write anymore, and not only that, I've been feeling discouraged about my writing for a while. I'm debating whether to delete the blog, but for now, it will be kept open. If I ever do decide to write something, I'll post it on my main blog. Thank you all who have supported my fics and gave me encouragement. 💕

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Hey, I know this may be annoying, but I saw that you do dividers. I was wondering if you could maybe see something about rosses and/or chains? Thank you! <3

hi! sorry this took me a little bit! Thank you for your request and I hope you like these! 💖

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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 | galaxy.

okey, I love this set so much, I’m so happy with it. I love all things space and stars and galaxy related. I have many colour sets coming so keep an eye out for those ! i really like what i did here ahahahah. 🤍🤍🤍

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the gunslinger • tommy miller

Tommy Miller x f!Reader Old West AU Rating: Teen and Up Words: 0.3K (Drabble) Content Warning: mentions of drinking and smoking. gambling. Slightly edited/proof read. A/N: I won't be posting as much due to getting a promotion at work, but I'm still going to write whenever I get the chance to. I've been feeling old west!Tommy Miller a lot lately so expect some things to be posted when it happens. l Remember to like, reblog and comment for support!

Tommy Miller.

The gunslinger that collected the loot from bidders and the dead that lay in the dirt where the crows feast upon - decided to extend his stay in the rundown town to expand his earnings through gambling.

His brown eyes matched the whiskey in his glass, and he stares up at you over fanned out cards, The way you stared back at him - with your velvet red stained lips curved in a lopsided smile and the way your eyes sparkled under the flickering lights from the chandelier above the table - it gave him more of a buzz than the whiskey ever did. He felt it in his toes while crammed in his boots. His fingers tapped at the back of the thick cards; to others it was a sign of bluffing, but to Tommy, he knew he had you.

And when you caught the quick and faint smile under the coarse hair of his thick mustache, you bit your lip in anticipation. A saloon girl had no business staying the night with a man. The Madame forbid it.

But when it happened to be the famous gunslinger that could shoot a man half a mile away and that rarely made his appearance in town, you'd give up everything for the opportunity.

The men finally showed their cards. Some threw down their cards when they knew they wouldn't stand a chance and left to drink away their loss, others grumbled under their breath already laced with alcohol. The Sheriff seemed optimistic, showing off the cards he had and sat back in his chair with a smile on his face.

Tommy took a long drag from his newly rolled cigarette and splayed his cards by the loot in the middle of the table, and it wipes the smile away from the Sheriff.

He collected his well earned loot. He stands and makes his way to you, wrapping his arms around the small waist where your corset sinched above your hips. "For you, darlin'."

He hands you the money he won. It would be enough for you to leave this town. To dream of seeing the world beyond the desert. Maybe if you were lucky enough, Tommy would show you it. "And how 'bout a drink - in private."

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i don’t usually straight forward complain about ratios (often) but uh…this is just shell shocking to me lmao

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would you ever consider doing a daddy!Boro fic?!

Hello anon! I will be honest I've never considered it and I don't think I would try to attempt it. It's also something I'm not into so I never gave it thought. Maybe someone will see this and give it a go for you! 🌿

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Hey, thank you so much for your work! wondering if you could make a “The last of us” divider with the format you used to make the menu banner two posts down (the lines on each side with the diamond on the end)

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And if possible if you could add add a “The last of us” symbol like the moth on Ellie’s tattoo.

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JULY FIC RECS

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why didn't we work out; @astonishment

behind them all; @in-between-thighs

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sugarless coffee • tony bravo

Tony Bravo x Reader Rating: Everyone Words: 0.5K Soft Kisses Prompt - #9 & #10

Tony is puzzled, scratching the back of his head while he looks inside his almost empty refrigerator. He thinks he remembers the last time he went grocery shopping, but he didn't think it was way before he started working with the CIA and the LA Riots. He feels embarrassed, knowing you're watching him while he offered you creamer for your coffee.

"I thought I had creamer." He waves his hand in the air before settling it on his hips. "All I might have is sugar." Tony closes the door of the fridge while looking over the counter against the wall. No sign of sugar. Might.

You rest your hips against the counter where the sink was, crossing your arms over your chest in amusement while you watched the Matador in a frantic search of anything to put in your coffee. Your hands wrap around the warm cup; you didn't prefer straight black coffee, but for now it would have to do.

"Don't worry about it, Tony." You gave him a reassuring smile while holding up the rim of the cup to your lips. "I could need the boost anyways."

You had an important meeting at the company you worked for. You prepped yourself up for this for the last week. You thought sleeping over at Tony's apartment was the last thing you needed to do; a distraction. But you needed just that, a distraction away from work for once just to find the balance.

"Do you have any plans later?" You ask after taking a sip of your coffee.

"Just practice and some meetings," Tony meets you at your side, running knuckles over your arm. "You wanna do something later? I can show you the stadium like you've always wanted."

You bit your lip to hold your smile, but it creeps upon your mouth. You chuckle. "I was actually thinking about taking you grocery shopping."

Tony stares at you blankly, searching your eyes for any sort of playfulness. When he sees your eyes growing wide and you gesture to his empty cabinets and refrigerator, he laughs. "You'd go grocery shopping with me?"

"Well, you know, could be the best date you've ever had."

Tony's smile seems to grow wider inch by inch when he's filling the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours with short and sweet open mouthed kisses. When he holds you by your lower back it causes you to stand on your toes to be level with him, and you sigh in his mouth at the taste of him.

This was how he got you to come to his apartment last night. The way he held you close to him, how his lips and tongue lured you closer to press against his chest, and your fingers hid and clutched at his soft short hair so he wouldn't pull away from you. This was dangerous, if he kept this on, you wouldn't make it to your meeting on time.

Tony starts to make a mental note of his shopping list. Creamer and sugar would be the first to be written, so that the next time you'd stay over he'd have it ready for you.

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tangerine dream • tommy miller

Tommy Miller x F!Reader Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1.0K

Inspired by Suns Out AU's Out 🍊🍋🌿 A/N: This is one of my favorite AU's I've created with Tommy - a farmer's market off the coast of Amalfi, Italy surrounded by lemon trees and history. It's also very self-indulgent and I have no shame. Because Tommy Miller is 💕💕

Knuckles brush over your sun-kissed skin, roaming over the dips and crevices of your shoulder blade as it traces the strap of your tank top. It was a blessing and a curse, you thought, having Tommy lazily pull himself into you where he embraces you with his warmth, yet it comforted you while you relaxed again into the pillow and mattress for sleep to take over once more.

"You wanna join me in the shower?" Tommy's deep drawl makes itself known, slurring his words against your shoulder when he too is having a hard time waking up.

You smile into the pillow, slowly peeling open your eyes to find his earthy eyes searching yours as he awaited your answer. His tight curls that were always kept in place with gel, is now soft and springing free. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, to feel every curl as it straightened out and then bounced back in place before repeating, but the thought of it was too much for your worn out body.

"Any other time I would have said yes," you mumbled sheepishly against the pillow. "I want to make us some breakfast."

Tommy's grin is lopsided while he inches closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to softly peck at your jawline. "A shower will wake you up, il mio miele."

His Italian mixed with his southern accent, along with his lips starting to nibble at your earlobe makes you chuckle, and you found the small energy to prop yourself up on your elbows. From under hooded eyes you watched Tommy press light kisses on your arm. "So will freshly squeezed orange juice and a good breakfast."

He let's out a playful groan, resting his forehead against your arm before pulling away and slipping out of bed. "That breakfast better be the best damn meal I've had for my darlin' to skip an invitation to the shower."

You sat up slowly, stretching out your arms upwards, your muscles aching from the day before. "Can I get a raincheck?"

He stalls at the door frame to the bathroom, slipping off his night shirt and flings it at your direction, giving you a cheeky smile. "That raincheck pile is growin' thick, darlin'."

Tommy leaves the door open, the sound of the streaming water hitting the tiles of the shower. You swing your legs from under the sheets and onto the wooden floor, looking out the window that faces the coast of Amalfi. It was going to be another long day, but at least you weren't going to be busy selling goods at the farmers market, rather walking and enjoying the city streets to get to know your new home.

You had a hard time deciding what to make, and you let your mind wander, finally making a decision on the ingredients you had on the counter from other vendors you purchased from.

The kitchen filled with the savory aromas from the bread heating in the oven and the tomatoes grilling on the pan. You couldn't help but eat a few spoonfuls of the homemade ricotta cheese, the texture soft and delicious on your tongue.

The heavy footsteps behind you gave himself away, and before you could turn around to greet him, Tommy wrapped his arms around your middle and kissed your temple. His hands roamed at your curves, pinching the heavy fabric that was draped loose over your form.

"I was looking for this shirt." He mutters against your cheek.

The two of you smile in unison, and you let out a mixture of a laugh and scoff. "It's not like this is the only shirt you own, Tommy."

"It looks better on you than me."

"I can easily argue on that one with you."

"You can't fool me, darlin'." He gives you a heavy peck on the cheek before sneaking his hand to the counter to grab a cherry tomato, popping it in his mouth. He's pulling away, resting his waist against the counter to watch you cook. "What's the plan today?"

You told him of a local bakery that sells bread in the shapes of fish and seashells you wanted to try, and a tiny bookstore that nestled in between a seafood restaurant and family owned grocery store.

"Sounds like a good day." He says with a smile.

You take one look at him - his curls naturally pulled back and a few strays stick to his forehead and temples. His tank top hugs his thick body almost perfectly, showing off his soft curves and toned arms. The tank is tucked inside of his dark jeans, and he had decided to forgo his signature belt buckle.

"Forgot to mention how proud I am of you," he says out of the blue, turning so his back faces the counter and resting his palms at the edge of it. "Growin' all these vegetables and fruit, then havin' the courage to let people purchase them?" He lightly whistles and shakes his head. "It's hard work, darlin'."

You smile at his words, keeping the tears that start to make itself known in your eyes at bay while you turn your attention away from the stove and towards Tommy. You stepped in front of him, standing on your toes to wrap you arms around his neck so you're able to be somewhat level at him. "I couldn't have done it without you. You encouraged me. And you decided to stay a bit longer in Italy to build me a greenhouse."

"You know I didn't stay just for the greenhouse." Tommy's eyes sparkle when he says those words to you, and his hand moves up and down your spine.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "How many times are you going to make me swoon? I can't fall even more in love with you, Tommy."

"I think I can push it a little bit further, darlin'."

You lean in to press a kiss at his cheek, then you move lower to settle your lips against his neck just before his earlobe. You catch the scent of him, it wasn't his usual body wash he uses, rather it was of yours. "Tommy?"

"Mmm?"

"Did you use my body wash?"

"Yeah," he presses you closer into his chest. "Made it seem like you were in the shower with me."

You laughed against his shoulder. "You're never going to let that up, are you?"

"Never darlin'."

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longing | tommy miller

Tommy Miller x Reader Rating: Everyone Words: 0.7K Soft Kissing Prompts - #17

The thick trees made you lose your mind. It was the same for the past week: stems that were bare as autumn turned to winter, and the trees rose high above the sky that it blocked out most of the sun. If you hadn't come across a small cottage that sat in the middle of a clearing, you thought the forest would have swallowed you whole.

The cottage looked unoccupied. The windows still boarded up on the outside, glass broken as if someone was trying to get in, or something trying to get out. The hedges that once surrounded the home were now weeds, becoming one of the dead earth below where it settled. You sighed at the sight of a chimney. You imagined the warmth as it cascaded over your body while you ate a small meal.

Click.

"Hands up."

You barely looked over your shoulder to see someone standing at a near distance. The lump in your throat was hard, and you wondered how you managed to swallow it in one gulp. Your hands shook while raising them in the air.

"Please," Your fingers grow stiff once you hear his feet crunching over the dead leaves. You could just feel the barrel of the rifle inching closer to your back. "I don't mean any trouble. I'm just looking for shelter for the night."

"Turn around." He says sternly, and you could hear his fingers tighten around the wood and metal on his weapon.

You stood frozen, eyes watering as you looked upon your broken leather on your boots. You often wondered how people turned against each other during a time like this, but with resources running scarce and the smallest of things had a large price, you had to remind yourself why the world turned to cruelty.

Your eyes stayed on the ground while you slowly spun towards the man, and the only thing in view was of his brown boots, dark jeans and his pistol that had lowered quickly away from you.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps out, fingers flicking away from the trigger, but his hold on the rifle was still firm. He says your name in disbelief.

Eyes moving up to meet his, your chest felt stiff. It didn't take long for you to recognize him, but he had changed from the last time you saw him. Dark strands of tight curls that once sprung at the base of his neck now settled over broad shoulders, his clean shaven face was now littered with dark stubble along his jawline and around his lips.

And his brown eyes. Those brown eyes that once sparkled with life, was now dull as he tried to survive this world alone.

Your lips trembled when he fully dropped the rifle at his side. "T-Tommy?"

Tommy's filling the space between you, his hard chest meeting yours in a tight embrace that you know he's not going to let go any time soon. Your fingers clutched at the rough edges of his jacket, pulling him close as you wanted to feel love for the first time since you lost him almost a year ago.

He did not hesitate, pulling away his head just slightly to gaze into your eyes before pushing his lips upon yours. At first it was slow, the act of this seemed familiar and so foreign at the same time. His lips were chapped like yours, and you sighed when his tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, relieving not just your dry lips, but finally feeling like all of this that you had endured had led you to this spot. Right back into Tommy Miller's arms.

Tommy's mouth moves delicately over yours, not minding the awful taste that lingered on each other's tongues. It's when he feels your hands move over his stubbled cheek and through his tight curls that his brows knit together; he misses this. Misses you.

It aches for him to pull away, but he knows now that in this moment he's not going to let you out of your sight like he did that night it all turned to shit. He would keep you safe, and the two of you would endure this cruel world together. His fingers brush away the dirty strands of your hair away from your brow and behind your ear, and his thumb caresses away the tears that formed under your eyes.

"I ain't gonna lose you again, darlin."

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secrets in the desert | boro polonia

Boro Polonia x OC 1920's AU inspired by The Mummy and Indiana Jones Rating: Teen and Up Words: 2.8K Content Warning: smoking, imagine Boro wearing this and witness heart palpitations like I have, Boro and OC have a past. A/N: For some reason I do not like to give summaries if it will give away the plot of the story I'm writing, but this will be filled with adventure and blink there's romance moments. I thought of this while watching the new Indiana Jones movie, and I wanted this to be nothing but just a fun story to write for Boro. Also, the history in this? Just go with it. I'm having fun and that's all that matters. This is written for my dearest friend @goldgilzean // As always, make sure you leave comments and reblog to support and give feedback! Thank you for taking the time to read!

PART ONE

Somewhere in the Cairo desert - July 1923

The heat of the setting sun was sweltering. It created illusions on the horizon, rippling the city and pyramids at the far distance. Marion Croft wipes away the warm sweat that collects at her forehead, and she rests herself against the hard wall of dirt to catch her breath.

She couldn't go on like this. She couldn't have all of them continue under the suffocating heat. She saw it in their eyes, the way the men carried themselves - once moving in a fast pace as the sun rose above the desert, now their limbs moved with exhaustion. Loud voices spoken in songs to encourage one another now were silenced except for the scraping of tools against the dirt with little to no effort.

Between two men walking along the surface of the desert behind the rectangular pit she and others worked in, Marion heard the few spoken words in whispers in their native tongue that she understood quite well. This is all for nothing! We are looking in the wrong place for Cleopatra's resting place!

By the way a few of the men paused at their work to look over their shoulders towards Marion, she knew they had heard them too. All Marion could do was sigh. Perhaps they were right. A tablet found in an unmarked tomb displayed at the Egyptian Museum in Cairo that told the location of the Cleopatra's burial chamber was a risk. It could ruin her reputation as an up-and-coming archaeologist, cost her thousands that she didn't have, but the hope that swirled inside of her chest close to her heart gave her the encouragement to continue.

Thump!

It gained the attention of all the workers and Marion, and the man that held a wooden shovel looked around his surroundings and gulped hard when all eyes were on him. One man spoke in haste words before Marion could continue, and the and swung his shovel against the wall that gave out another loud thump - this time it echoed.

Marion could feel it bounce around her bones that it sent a chill up her spine. She gently yet quickly placed her hands on the shoulders of the men as she carefully footed her way towards the wall. Her hand caressed down what she thought was a wall made completely made of dirt, but instead found chipped and rotten wood that had greyed out from being lost to the world for centuries.

Her heart quickened in pace, and she let her eyes peel away from what could be the biggest discovery known so far since the discovery of King Tutankhamun's tomb. When she saw the frowns on the men's faces turn to smiles, it was all she needed for them to continue. "Let's keep digging!

Cairo - September 1923

Excavation site of Cleopatra's burial chamber.

Every night was a celebration of their findings, even if it was just a stone wall that would lead to another passageway that was yet to be unburied. The men ate and drank heartily, danced around the makeshift campfire and sang songs until they would retire to their tents for another busy day.

Marion decided to retire early, saying goodnight to the workers she passed by as she made her way to her tent that sat at the edge of the site. Once she stepped inside her tent, she sighed when the scent of cinnamon and local spices filled her lungs. It was a nice change from inhaling dirt and the musky smell of unopened chambers.

She walks to her desk that was filled of scattered papers and photographs of the findings they all discovered from the last few weeks. The ivory envelopes from the British Museum and the city of Cairo were left unopened at the corner of her desk, and she knew sooner rather than later that they would put a pause on the excavation until she responded, and they would come to an agreement of where the artifacts would be displayed - much to Marion's disapproval.

"Marion Croft."

She freezes at the familiar thick accent, filled with wickedness and charm as it fills the tent. Her back grows stiff, her eyes wandering around the messy desk; she isn't sure what or how to feel.

Half of her feels relieved. Even being amongst wonderful people - colleagues that would come and go, workers that would say a quick hello before getting back to their task and helped in the expedition - it was nice hearing a familiar voice that belonged to an old friend.

"Or can I call you Andria Shaw?"

And that's when she felt the relief wash away, replaced with irritation that she had closed her eyes, readying herself before turning around.

She rests her fist against her hip, cocking her head to the side - "Boro." - She says plainly, finding him resting in her chair with his feet propped up at the edge of another small table that occupied her tent. She quickly grows impatient when the dirt from his boots stains a few pieces of her work.

Boro quickly flips the newspaper forward, a few of his golden rings scattered along his thick fingers reflect in the lantern light. He isn't giving her his full attention, not just yet. The air in the tent, once calm and a place where Andria found relaxation after a long day, now filled with uneasy anticipation that she could feel the hairs on her skin stand tall.

He puckers his lips in curiosity, eyes glossing over the front page for a moment or two longer before turning it to show her the cover. It was from that day a few months ago, where she stood with the men that discovered the top of the door that led to the burial chamber. "If it wasn't for your picture in the newspaper, I would have been looking for a woman that doesn't exist."

Andria's head and eyes slowly roll back in unison, and she tries to rub the tension that starts to build at the back of her neck along with the aching muscles from a hard day of work. With her head now tilted to the side, her eyes open, fixated on the phonogram that settles on the table by Boro's feet.

She makes her way towards the table, her nerves feeling like a bubble of buzzing locusts as they swarm hastily over the shore of the river Nile. She's used to Boro like this, calm and collected, even during tense moments like these while gathering his own thoughts. His hands settle over his lower abdomen, watching her every move while she flicks through the small case of records.

She breaks the silence. "What are you doing here, Boro?"

Boro scoffs at her unwelcoming tone, rolling his shoulders back while he slides further down the chair. He decides this was going to be a long night; he might as well become comfortable while the night he was looking forward to for weeks to begin.

"And here I thought you would be excited to see me." He raises a hand, picking at the splintered wood at the arm of the chair, flicking the pieces away before it pierces his skin. "Felt like seeing the pyramids you always spoke of. The history - the artifacts - buried beneath that expanse sea of sand that awaits to make itself known to us." Boro pauses, his finger grazing over the red ruby - stolen, not earned - that settled on his forefinger. "I thought about writing you, you know. But, I thought surprising you would be the best option."

Andria places the record on the phonogram, carefully setting the needle upon the ridged surface. It cracks and fills the tent with static, then a tune echoes softly against the large horn that it starts to ease her nerves. "If there's one thing you're good at," She starts, fingers moving with the tune of the music as she slides the papers away to the center of the desk before sitting at the hard edge of the surface. "It's showing up announced and during a bad time." Her hand reaches for the small metallic case made of bronze that contains her cigarettes, her fingers running along one before taking it out of its slot. She shuts it with a loud snap. "And you always never fail to surprise me on how you find me."

"Now, that's two things, not one, darling."

She could feel Boro's smile grow as he speaks, and her chest rumbles with a low and soft chuckle. She raises her hand to light her cigarette from one of the hanging lanterns, watching the embers glow in an instant as the tip of it burns. Her smile fades just as quickly as the embers do. She looks over her shoulder to finally settle her eyes on Boro.

"Really, why are you here?"

With the many years spent sharing the library together, Andria always knew to see right through Boro Polonia. He always spoke words to her with kind and friendly intent, but deep inside she knew he was using her knowledge of the ancients for his own benefit. She knew he was not here just for the mesmerizing view of the pyramids, but perhaps for the treasures that lay deep inside the monuments.

Boro swings his feet away from the table, replacing where his boots lay with his elbows and glanced over the messy pile of her work. He picks up a parchment, eyes glossing over ink drawn lines of artifacts found, hieroglyphics and her own words, almost like an open-faced diary. "I need your help."

She breathes heavily through her nose. "I don't want to help you with your dirty work, Boro."

"It's not dirty work." He sets the paper down, eyes flicking up to her and watches the strands of her hair sway with the haste movement when she turns away from him again. "Think of it as an opportunity. Perhaps finally getting to use your real name and not fearing of those learning of your past."

The chair squeaks when Boro stands from it and she hears Boro slide something heavy across the table that a few papers flow and scatter along the ground by her feet. She cautiously looks down, taking in the large folder with the word CONFIDENTIAL printed in bright red. Underneath is her full name in black and it's wrapped in thick twine twice. She doesn't know how he got a hold of it, but then again, he had his ways. It makes her stomach twist and fall into the deepest depths of her belly, but she can't help but take a hold of it.

She unravels the twine, letting it fall over her wrist while opening the folder, its thick contents of photos and documents recorded by British police make itself known.

She didn't think much of it, raiding and breaking into museums that stole artifacts from countries stripped of their history, but when the rumors spread like fire that she was taking artifacts to gain wealth, it landed her in jail until an anonymous person bailed her out.

Ever since then she went by Marion Croft. A new beginning. To make things right by keeping what was found in tombs or placed in museums near its rightful home.

Boro taps his fingers almost impatiently over her small face on the photograph that covers the newspaper, gaining her attention away from the files. He sees the sadness that fills her face, the desperation of her hard work that brings light in her eyes fading away.

"Ah," He stands tall now to walk around the table, fixing the pistol harness settled around his shoulders as he now stands beside her. He takes the half-smoked cigarette from her long dainty fingers and doesn't waste a moment to place it in between his lips. The embers reflect in his brown eyes when he inhales, almost luring her into him. "That is where the opportunity lies, Andria." His eyes dart down at the folder in her hands knowingly, a smirk creeping on his lips.

She holds the folder to her chest, keeping her past close to her and away from dangerous hands. "What do you want?" Her words come out dry.

Boro begins to pace in front of her, running his hands carefully against each other to not burn himself from the cigarette, but also to be cautious in finding his next words. He decides to say it plain and simple, and he stops in his tracks to face her. "I need you to help me find the tomb of Alexander the Great."

She blinks not once but twice as she takes it in, and she breaks. "You-you're joking right?" Her words are bubbled with the eruption of laughter. She stands from the table, still holding the folder close. "No, you must be out of your mind."

The expression on Boro's face is unchanged, but his jaw clenches while looking down at her. She bites her lip in hopes to wipe away her grin, feeling the angered heat that now radiates off of Boro. "You are serious."

Boro nods just once. "I have an agreement with a man in Cairo. I am to give him the diadem of Alexander."

She covers her lips as her smile widens in disbelief, her bought of laughter muffled against her palm. "No, but you can't be serious. The diadem of Alexander?!"

Boro twists his body, so his side is leaning closer to her, and eyes her with disappointment. "I know you think of this as a laughing matter, but this is my life on the line, Andria." He sighs before taking the last drag of the cigarette, tossing it at the space in between the rugs that reveal sand. He holds his arms out at his sided as if he's caught and lets out a nervous laugh. Boro's calm and collected aura is stripped away, revealing him standing in front of her of his own desperation. "I came to you to help me. My time is running out."

She lets her shoulder slouch, eyes growing soft as she shakes her head. "Boro," she inhales deeply, finally letting go of the folder and setting it on the table behind her. She runs her fingers along the small indents of her palm, ready to disappoint Boro further. "The tomb of Alexander… it can be anywhere - here, Greece, Asia Minor - if, and when, we finally find his tomb… to put it simply, the clock might as well stop ticking."

"That's comforting." Boro mutters, rubbing his brow in aggravation.

"And you know I-I can't give history to the wrong hands." Her hand swings behind her to gesture to the folder. "You know this. If I'm ever found, I'm done for."

"I know," Boro chews the corner of his lip before crossing his arms over his chest deep in thought. "But you know I have my ways. If I can pry that away from the British police," He points to the folder filled with her past. "I will make sure this won't get out." He takes two steps forward and it's enough to almost fill the space between them. He's looking down upon her through his thick eyelashes. "Name your price, Andria."

She doesn't hesitate, reaching behind her to take the folder to hold it up to him. "Burn it." She feels her handshake. She was once again giving into Boro, going back to her past that she wanted to put behind her. "All of it."

He takes the folder from her, fingers turning pale around his nails when he presses hard against the thick parchment. "You have a deal."

She takes a step forward, her shoulder brushing against his upper arm and gestures to the makeshift fire that sits in the corner of the tent. "Now." She says sternly and eyes him cautiously. "I can't have these exist if I am to help you. Not with my career on the line."

Boro raises a brow, the slightest smile curving on his lips. "You promise you'll help me? Even if we have to travel the world together to find this diadem?"

The word catches in her throat. It burns and keeps it place there before she gulps it away. "I promise."

Boro then advances to the fire, hesitating for a moment to glance at her over his shoulder. "You've broken many promises, Andria." He tosses the folder inside of the now roaring flames that heats his skin and lights the tent even further. "Make sure this one you keep."

Relief washes over her, but the burden of her promise remains, rooted deep in her ribcage near her heart that she can't help but turn away from Boro.

It was going to be a long night.

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cherry pie part II • tommy miller

Tommy Miller x F!Reader Rating: Everyone Words: 1.1K Content: Tommy's POV, fluff, mention of kissing, Tommy smokes, no outbreak au, not edited/proofread, Tommy might be ooc; I tried. Summary: Tommy's heading home from a long day, and he can't keep his mind off of you. A/N: Finally. FINALLY, I am continuing this story. If it wasn't for @ay0nha and @goldgilzean I probably wouldn't have continued or even finished. I wrote this in about an hour, so it isn't my best. I just needed to get it out of my system.

PART ONE l PART TWO

"Yeah - yeah - wait up for me Joel, I'm on my way."

Tommy places his equipment bag on the bed of his truck before sliding into the driver's seat. His tiny brick of a phone rests in between his shoulder and cheek while he starts the car, slightly rolling his eyes at his brother's rambling about being late for dinner - again.

Joel is standing near the stove, his back towards the outside window where the sunset warms his back and brings in colors of oranges in pinks against the kitchen walls. "The chili is gon' grow cold by the time you get home." - Tommy opens his mouth to respond, stalling his words when his Joel continues. - "What took you so long over there anyways? Tell me you weren't flirtin' with the granddaughter again." Joel looks over towards Sarah; she's multitasking between her fractions and hearing her dad playfully berate her uncle.

Tommy's hips lift off the seat for a moment while he struggles to take out his crumbled container of cigarettes. He shakes it over his hand, the last cigarette falling into his palm. He's already itching to drive to the nearest gas station to stock up; he'd have to wait until tomorrow before Joel scowls him further. He'd at least enjoy this cigarette in peace without Joel telling him to put it out.

Joel responds to Tommy's silence. "You flirted with her, didn't ya?"

"Would you quit fussin'-" Tommy's words are mumbled, the cigarette bobbing up and down in between his lips. He fumbles for the lighter on the center console, his thumb flicking over the switch a few times before the flame flickers, lighting up the tip of the cigarette in which Tommy inhales deeply to soothe away that itch deep in his lungs. "I got the hinges fixed and I'm bringing home that cherry pie you wanted in return for payment."

"Oh," Joel's tone completely changes and Tommy can almost see his brother's expression - wishing he hadn't had seconds of his homemade chili and saved room for dessert. "Now you make sure you bring that pie home safe and sound, alright?"

"Oh," Tommy echoes, taking the cigarette away from his mouth and rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "So now you want me to take my sweet time comin' home."

"Get goin', would ya?" And put out that damn cigarette."

Joel hangs up without saying goodbye, and Tommy tosses the phone onto the passenger seat. He'll promise Joel one thing, and that is to bring the cherry pie home in one piece; what he won't do is put out his last cigarette, and he savors each inhale of the tobacco that swirls around his lungs as he knows his next one won't be until tomorrow.

Despite Joel's eagerness of Tommy joining his older brother and niece for a homemade meal and going over Sarah's reports from the parent teacher conference, Tommy takes his time down the long road leading back into town.

While his right hand grips the steering wheel, his left elbow rests on the edge of the car door, enjoying the cool air that rustles through his thick curls and at the beads of sweat at the back of his neck. He licks his lips to ease the uncomfortable chapped feeling away, and it wasn't the cherry pie that he tasted, but the strawberry lip gloss that lingered on his dry lips.

He was thankful he is alone in his truck as a wide grin appears on his face. What you smilin' at lover boy? He imagined Joel to make a comment at his younger brother's blushing. The soft music that plays through the radio is enough for him to keep him focused on the road and away from you, though he could feel the note slipped inside the back pocket of his jeans grow heavy.

He watched you, heart thumping fast in his chest when he watched you write your name and phone number on a torn piece from the paper grocery bag. As he slid the paper into his hands, he leaned in to you to peck one last kiss upon your sweet lips - a mixture of goodbye and until next time, darlin'.

As the evening goes on, Tommy decides to stay over at Joel's house of the night. He is quick to say good night to his brother and niece. He rubs his belly, full of chili and cherry pie and he sighs when heading up the stars to the guest bedroom. Since Joel's wife left, there were hardly any family members or friends that visited anymore; Tommy took advantage and placed some of his clothes and belongings in the closet for nights like these.

He shuts the door behind him and made his way towards the bed, feeling that sweet relief before his body falls onto the mattress. Spores of dust swirls into the air and the musky smell filled his lungs almost instantly. It had been a while since he was last here.

He bent his arm underneath his head to rest on his elbow, his face creasing with slight pain when he feels his muscles twist, pull and burn from the long day he had.

The thought of you enters his mind again. It swirled around in his head like an intense storm, not knowing what to focus on - the way your hair got stuck to your lip gloss and how you got annoyed by it when you waved goodbye when he left your grandmother's home or on how quick you were to write down your name in phone number, fearing that it would be unrecognizable as it looked like chicken scratch to you - or how your eyes glittered in the light of the sunset after he had kissed you goodbye.

Tommy's hand slipped into his front pocket to take his phone out to stare at the small screen. His thumb moves on its own accord over the tiny buttons, going into the contact folder and scrolling through until the black translucent bar highlights your name.

He hesitates.

He wasn't sure what to text you. Tommy was simply overwhelmed that he tossed the phone on his bedside table, and he stared up at the ceiling. He surprised himself, usually he had a way towards women, his Texan charm reeling them in that it might lead them on to a second date - but with you - he was at a loss of words.

Tommy exhales while working his hand through his curls as he sat up. I'll give it the night. He thinks to himself. Think it through.

He turns his head to the loud buzzing on the gloss wood of the bedside table. He reaches for it, expecting a text from Joel about what time to wake up and what needs to be done for tomorrow's work. Instead, he finds the newly received text message and smiled his brightest smile yet. It was simple. One word.

Coffee?

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