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italoniponic · 2 years ago

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Hello again! It is I- Swimmy back to pester you again! Unfortunately the fanfiction I was writing got deleted from my Tumblr drafts. 😭 So to cheer myself up I came up with more of the proposal headcanons I sent you a while back and I remembered you enjoyed them, so I decided to share the new ones as well! (Also I noticed one person that replied to the first post knew exactly what old TV show I was referencing and I nearly died laughing over it).

So in my last submission, I mentioned Floyd basically tricking you into a proposal, right? Well I can see Jade definitely doing something similar, but much more subtle than his twin. He'd be more like, "do you like this pearl? Yes yes, it is beautiful... do you want to keep it?" and you're like "yes! thanks, Jade!" but then Floyd starts squeezing you and talking about how you're going to be in-laws... cue panic. "JADE YOU CAN HAVE THE RING BACK." And Azul is already drafting a prenuptial agreement for you and Jade. 🤣

I know last time aside from Kalim I only really talked about the mer-people, the beastmen, and the fae But who says the humans can't have odd proposals as well? Or there could just be some miscommunication. Like Trey bringing you a cupcake or something from his family's bakery. But unfortunately, Trey accidentally grabbed a special cupcake that was meant for a customer's proposal, and there is a ring hidden inside... so you either bite the ring and nearly break a tooth, nearly choke on the ring or you manage to spot it and pull it out of the cupcake. Either way, you're looking at Trey like "we haven't even gone on a first date???? this is a little fast!!!"

Riddle, poor, poor awkward Riddle. I like to imagine that flowers have significant meaning in Twisted Wonderland, and maybe a certain bouquet can be viewed as a marriage offer? And you somehow aquire say bouquet/arrangement and bring it to Riddle as a gift. "Here, I know how much you enjoy flowers. :)" "... WHAT?!" and he thinks you're messing with him even though you're genuinely clueless, but he can't even do "off with your head" as punishment because you don't have magic so it basically does nothing to you.

I also had the idea that maybe Ace tries to convince you to "fake marry" him so he can tell his family that he's got a partner. I didn't have anything for Cater or Deuce. 😭

Kalim got some attention last time, and he's gonna get more attention for Jamil's part, actually. Even through everything that has happened with them, Kalim obviously still loves Jamil like his own family. And family doesn't let family end up alone. Kalim also knows Jamil fairly well and has definitely noticed the way Jamil's gaze lingers on you a little longer than anyone else. So Kalim takes matters into his own hands... he brings you various treasures from Scarabia and kneels before you... "will you... MARRY JAMIL?" Jamil wants to throw himself off of a cliff and you're completely lost because you thought Kalim and Jamil had invited you over for a game night??? But in a different scenario, Kalim just asks Jamil to give you some specific gifts and deliver them directly. It doesn't occur to Jamil until *after* you've accepted them that he basically just gave you a bunch of proposal and marriage related stuff and now he's on his way to murder Kamil.

On the topic of being proposed to for someone else: Ortho. You can't tell me that this kid wouldn't catch onto Idia's big huge crush on you as soon as it developed. I think it's canon that he can see Idia's heart rate and stuff? I can't remember but either way, the Ignihyde leader nearly goes into cardiac arrest when he's near you. So Ortho being the sweet kid he is, basically brings you back to Idia's dorm and says something like, "you may kiss the bride" and Idia just freakin' passes out. You're confused and Ortho is like "did I do a good job?"

I'm gonna throw Malleus in here again, because I'm still laughing over the thought of just roaming around his castle like "ooh this place is nice :)" and not even noticing the fact that it's literally being decorated for a wedding.

I don't know a whole lot about Silver, but I wonder if he sleep talks? He falls asleep while reading and you're sitting next to him. He's repeating the last few lines that be has read from his book before dozing off, and one of them happens to be "will you marry me" and you panic and say yes because it was so sudden. If it had just been the two or you, you probably would have told Silver once he woke up, you both could have laughed awkwardly and then moved on... but dammit if Lilia wasn't eavesdropping!!! He's ecstatic!!! A wedding between his precious son and you? AND POTENTIAL GRANDBABIES??? You can't come back from this now. It's been ten minutes and Lilia already has your "save the date" cards being sent out and he's picked a venue.

Now if it were Lilia... I couldn't see him being sneaky about a proposal since he's canonly apparently older than dirt. I also don't think he'd accidentally propose either, but maybe he just happens to find a gorgeous ring somehow and gives it to you as a gift, not knowing the ring was an engagement ring. You find it find and try to explain to him what kind of ring it is and just rolls with it like "oh, okay. Will you marry me then?" and have no chance at saying no because in his head he's choreographing your first dance together naming all twelve of your future children.

What if you were asked to help Vil practice lines for an upcoming movie or something, and he has to "propose" to you in the scene? Somehow or another, paparazzi manage to get a photo of you assisting him and they take the story and run with it. It's all over the news, "Vil engaged to mystery woman?!" And he's getting so much publicity on it that he's considering *not* making a statement clearing up the situation... I mean, you should feel HONORED, really!!

Rook is pretty "flowery" with his words. I feel like he could just talk to you for a few minutes and propose without you even realizing it, like "would you walk with me to the very end?" and you think he's just asked you to go on a literal walk and you're like "yes Rook, of course". He swoops you up bridal style and is just overjoyed that you said yes!!! No take backs!

And Epel, bless his heart. I can just see his family all being like "when are ya'll getting married" because he talks about you so much and doesn't have the heart to correct anyone. Maybe at one they manage to pawn off the family ring on him and it leaves him with no other choice than to propose. There's no motivation like peer pressure!

I'm struggling to remember who all I had HCs for in my first submission, I don't wanna repeat anyone and be boring but I don't wanna miss anyone either. So much potential. 🤣 it's also almost 4am where I live and I can't sleep. I apologize for grammar errors and the length!

-🏊‍♀️ Swimmy

Welcome back, Swimmy! <3 For those who doesn't know or remember, it's the anon from this ask about proposal headcanons (there: Azul, Floyd, Leona, Ruggie (but not much), Jack, Sebek, Kalim, Malleus). I also want to correct myself bc talking about Jamil in Kalim's part, it was meant to be "you can't marry someone after so little time" but I didn't noticed it was typed "you can" lol

Ooh, my sweetie, I'm so sorry! I hope you can rewrite it somehow. idk if you can, but use google docs to write. It has automatic saving (or you can set it, i think) and even if the internet goes off suddenly, it doesn't take much from the actual work and you can fastly copy-paste to other archive just to keep it safe in these cases. I know bc this happened to me a lot of times. Hope everything turns out okay <3

I really enjoyed! idk how it shows but for my mobile, it's one of my popular posts alongside two Malleus requests! And its all thanks to you <3 Thanks again for blessing us again with these beautiful (and funny) hcs

(I also know That's So Raven but it's been so much time that if you put a reference, I possibly didn't noticed lol)

Jade being sneaky even in this. Why I'm not surprised? I love how Floyd is 100% subtle in everything he does and OMG AZUL DOING THE PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT I'M DYING LMAO

ngl this would be a great idea for a Trey scenario! The reader's quote and then Trey being all panicked and embarrassed bc well, he thinks about it in rare times and since it's you, why not??? 10/10 best story for the wedding party three months later

I LOVED this idea with the flower bouquet. Riddle being a total flustered mess and it just doubles when Ace and Deuce give you two their greetings in "this, oh so lovely, celebration of love" (Ace knows you're clueless and he's gonna enjoy this + Deuce actually thinks you just proposed and it's trying to be supportive). Eventually someone explains to you what that bouquet means but... here's the thing: you does a face like "oh, so you won't accept it then?" and you seem really sad and Riddle just takes the damn flowers off your hand and says "I DO" and storms off the lounge but at least you're happy now

ACE FAKE DATING/MARRY TROUPE OMG it's so simple but you know what? I would love seeing this. Just the development of Ace being "okay so we're faking it!" to "I hate how I love you so much" and now you really need to marry lol

THE "WILL YOU MARRY JAMIL" GOT ME ON MY KNEES

It's like that one incorrect quote that Person C proposes to Person A in Person B's name lmao. I'm 100% for this, it's pure canon, you got my blessing. No thoughts, just Kalim stopping the banquet to make a huge announcement, he kneels before you, everybody panics, you panics but Kalim just ask you if you would marry Jamil and everybody just... whattafck is going on??? Jamil doesn’t know if he goes to you or strangles Kalim with his own bandana but then you get up and say “Oh, geez, you got me scared Kalim bc I actually love Jamil. I would love to marry him!” “YES!”

“Sorry to interrupt but,” Scarabia student B says, holding Jamil who just passed out, “We lost a soldier here”

Ortho really watched every one of those kids movies about setting up adults in relationships and he’s about to prove all those theories. Idia absolutely can’t do anything to stop him. I can also see Ortho showing you and Idia one slideshow about the statistics of the simulation of your married life plus a really sweet (and kinda embarrassing) 3D simulation of your game avatars marrying (like in Animal Crossing or smth like that)

Oh, Silver sleeping talking and just blurting out a whole proposal from this book he's reading (plus if you were the one who recommended it). I would be a total mess. Lilia is one of those moms who are just "so, when are you going to marry?" after the son/daughter have two weeks of dating

HE'S ALREADY MAKING THE SAVE THE DATE CARDS OMG

Lilia have the "it was an accidental propose haha well unless??" energy with the wiggling eyebrows, nobody can't convince me otherwise

TWELVE CHILDREN

Vil's life is probably one of those teen movies about celebrities at this point

This is such a Rook x Reader situation, it's perfect lol you just panicking in his arms and asking "u-uh, we aren't going to walk?" "yes, amour, for the rest of our lifes!" "... that's a pretty long walk, huh" (← still don't get it, wait for when Rook is asking about your measurements for the wedding clothes)

The "old family ring" trick! You can't escape it now, Epel lol I can see him all awkward with the ring box in his hands, looking at you then looking at his family being all supportive and cheering on him ("ya can do it, son!"). Epel looking kinda dead inside bc romanticism isn't one of his most favorite things but his line about being a prince in a white horse in gm event will always stays in my heart

(okay, so here we did for Jade, Trey, Riddle, Ace, Jamil, Idia, Silver, Lilia, Vil, Rook and Epel) there's only Cater and Deuce left, maybe next time?

not a problem, dear! It was fun talking about this again <3 Now sleep well (not that i'm one to talk) and until next time. Thanks for sharing your accidental propose thoughts with us again~

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halstudandruz · 4 years ago

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Research Purposes ~ Part 2

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: What happens when the only person in the world you didn’t want finding out does?

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Part one found here (NSFW, 18+)

A/N 2: Also thank you to @enchantedblackrose for the idea 😊

If you are not 18+ and are unable to read part 1 and want to back story just hit me up (:

“We’re so freaking late. There’s no way we’ll have time to stop for my car.” You rushed around Jay’s apartment, pouring coffee for both of you.

“And whose fault is that.” Jay looked at you accusingly.

“I was just trying to help the environment.” You shrugged, handing him his cup after checking the lid.

“You and I both know we wasted more water in there together than we would’ve showering on our own.” He retorted grabbing his badge and gun off the coffee table to secure them to his belt.

“Yeah okay so I wanted shower sex sue me.” You rolled your eyes shrugging your jacket on.

“I wasn’t the one complaining.” He smiled, taking a drink.

“We would’ve had more than enough time if you didn’t insist on cuddling this morning.” You pointed out, remembering how he pulled you back into his chest every time you tried to move out of bed a couple hours prior.

“You like shower sex. I like cuddling.” He teased handing you your purse.

“Maybe we can draft up an alternate schedule.” You joked.

“I do hear compromise is the key to a healthy relationship.” He replied.

“We gotta go if you don’t want to get pulled over for speeding.” You changed the subject reaching for the door knob, before being tugged back by your arm, turning in time for Jay’s lips to meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss.

“To get us both through the day.” Jay winked reaching around you to open the door and usher you out.

This was the second time that week you and Jay would be showing up to work together. Nobody noticed it the first time, but your anxiety climbed at the thought of someone recognizing and approaching you about it. What would you say? You and Jay were only in it purely for the sex. Right? Regardless of that fact that you had stayed at his house almost every night the past couple weeks even without the promise of sex, or how your stuff was starting to accumulate at his house from the past few months. A few t-shirts mixed in with his, hair straightener resting on his bathroom organizer, makeup scattered about on the dresser. Friends with benefits, that’s all it was. Nothing more and you certainly were not gaining feelings for him. Absolutely not that was against the rules and you were not about to be some stereotypical fuck buddy turned feelings trope, but you were getting sloppy apparently. You agreed to enter through the front while Jay entered through the back. Skipping up the steps you threw a smile at Trudy offering her a good morning, but in return she stared you down, eyebrow raised as she rested against the desk.

“What?” You stopped in your tracks in front of her. But she stayed silent giving you a look, and you just knew she knew. She was Trudy Platt. She knew everything.

“You should tell him.” She whispered to you, and it’s not the first time she had said something of the sort recently.

“Tell who, what?” You continued to fake innocence as you had the times before.

“It’s going to end badly.” She pushed again.

“It already did end badly.” You reminded her before trudging upstairs feeling the heat of her stare still on your back. Everyone except Kim was already there, including Jay who had his feet kicked up on his desk looking through a file. You greeted everyone draping your coat over the back of your chair and falling into it.

The first hour ticked by slowly, and you found your eyes moving across the room to focus on Jay. Opened documents lay across your desk. He looked so relaxed, shoulders loose, breaths slow and even, head resting against his palm as he fought not to fall asleep. You knew he would rather be out chasing suspects, but deep down you were starting to register you were okay with paperwork days. It meant he was safe, and that thought scared you a little. The last time you had those same thoughts you were staring at a different man in the room. A man who sat not too far behind Jay, clicking his pen absentmindedly as he often did when he was bored.

“Ruz, I’ll break the damn pen.” Kevin grumbled, as he had many times before in response to the habit.

“Sorry.” Adam mumbled, setting the utensil onto his desk away from his fidgety hands.

You chuckled at the small exchange, experiencing the exact same one many times in the years you had been detailed in intelligence with the best people you could’ve ever asked to work with. That certainly didn’t mean it wasn’t complicated though, and you were the very obvious example of that. You watched Jay’s head bob catching himself before adjusting in order to keep himself awake. His eyes accidentally met yours, heart rate immediately increasing. He sent you a small smile as his eyes started to roam over your body. Looking for a distraction from the tedious work. You couldn’t scold him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the same thing the past 10 minutes. Looking at his arms that were tight against his sleeves you wondered if the scratch marks you left on his biceps this morning would still be prevalent, or if the fading hickey from nights prior was still noticeable on his hip bone.

“I need coffee. Anyone else?” You asked trying to divert the obvious eye fucking your were giving each other. Everyone in the room raising their hands. You laughed taking notice of all the tired eyes who so obviously wanted to bash their heads off the desk already bored out of their minds, just waiting for a case to jump off.

“I’ll help.” Jay offered, voice gruff from barely speaking all morning. Together you poured and distributed everyone cups. Sitting back down into your chair when Jay was handing Kev his.

“You gonna shave that thing anytime soon? You usually can’t stand it past a week.” Kevin asked Jay, referring to his beard. They had always teased him whenever he claimed it grew in patchy compared to Adam and Kevin’s and it usually resulted in him having a clean shaven face the next shift. But it had grown in quite nicely this time, and he made sure to keep it presentable by trimming it as needed.

“No, it’s starting to grow on me. I’m keeping it for research anyway. Seems it can enhance far more than just my facial features.” Jay shrugged casually sitting back down atin his chair, and at his words you choked on your coffee spitting it all over your desk. Uncontrollable coughs tickling your throat.

“You good [Y/L/N]?” Hailey asked standing up to help you.

“Yeah..sorry. Just.. went down the wrong pipe. Didn’t expect it to be so.. hot.” You explained between coughs looking across the room to glare at Jay who wore a cocky smirk on his face, flipping through papers not daring to look up at you.

“You forget your ice?” Adam asked, knowing you had put a couple cubes of ice in your coffee every morning cooling it down so you could drink it faster.

“I must’ve. Kinda out of it today.” You shook your head taking napkins out of your drawer to try to clean up the mess you had made on your desk as well as your white shirt.

“I’ll get you some.” He started to walk towards the break room.

“It’s really okay I spit most of it out anyway.” You laughed.

“I’ll just get you a new cup.” He reasoned and you just thanked him not feeling like bickering with him about it. He had been going out of his way to do nice things for you recently. You assumed either so you wouldn’t spill the beans about him and Upton or because he felt bad.

“There’s no way this is coming out..” You grumbled dabbing at the tan stain forming on your shirt, “Do you happen to have a spare?” You asked, turning towards Hailey.

“I’m sorry I don’t. I used my spare the other day after that shooting and haven’t brought another extra.” Hailey apologized. You waved her off thanking her anyway.

“There’s one in my locker.” Jay offered, “You’ll probably just have to tuck it in.” You thought for a moment, it probably wouldn’t look like a big deal. Just a friend helping out a friend.

“Okay. Thanks.” You nodded getting up to head to the locker room where Jay followed. “I know where your locker is.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, but you don’t know my combination nor are you very good at opening dial locks. Hence why you have a keypad one on yours.” Jay pointed out, spinning his combination. He was right. You could never open dial locks.

“Do you analyze everything I do?” You crossed your arms annoyed at how well he always seemed to know you.

“You’re an interesting person babe.” He smiled handing you the shirt as he kissed your forehead.

“Watch yourself. You don’t know who’s hiding in here.” You lectured, “this is your fault by the way.”

“I know. Total win-win situation.” Jay laughed, smiling brightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Jay Halstead.” You groaned, a small smile on your lips.

“What a way to go though, huh?” He quipped, giving you a quick kiss.

“Get out.” You pushed his chest.

“What? No free peep show? I offered you my shirt and everything.” He acted offended.

“They’re gonna start getting suspicious if we are in here any longer go.” He huffed at your reply giving in and leaving as you turned around to switch shirts. Jay’s scent immediately overwhelmed you as you slipped his shirt on. Causing your body to relax in turn at the familiar fragrance. Jay was right, you had to tuck the shirt into your jeans, otherwise it could’ve been a dress thanks to your large height difference. Turning to walk out of the locker room, you were met with Adam holding a new cup of coffee out to you making you jump at the unexpected body in your path. “Thank you.” You giggled taking it from his hand to take a drink.

“Did you change?” He asked, eyeing the shirt you now wore.

“Oh yeah. I had white on and it was gonna stain so Jay offered me his shirt.” You explained, shifting on your feet at the uncomfortable conversation.

“Well I have one. It might fit you better.” He offered moving to walk towards his locker, but you put a hand to his chest stopping him.

“I’m good this one is perfectly fine.” You reassured him, Adam stared at you, breaking the tense silence with a long sigh, leaning against the side of the lockers.

“Listen we never got to talk about that night you came to my apartment. I just wanted to say I’m really sorry you-“ He began to apologize when Kevin peeked his head in the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt..” he looked between the two of you awkwardly, “but we just got a case.” Adam cleared his throat as you nodded,

“We can..finish this later.” You chewed on your lip pushing past him to grab your coat out of Kevin’s hand.

It was nearing 8 o’clock by the time Voight had given you guys permission to go home and get some sleep. Knowing you’d be returning bright and early in the morning to continue to case.

“What do you think about pizza tonight? I’ve been craving some Bartolis.” Jay asked walking down the stairs behind you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You stopped turning to face him when you rounded the corner out of sight.

“Well I can just get pizza and I’ll stop for whatever else you want too.” He offered.

“I’m not talking about food, Jay.” You laughed, looking at the ground. Your mind had been racing since showing up with Jay this morning.

“Then..what are you talking about?” He asked, stepping closer towards you.

“I mean I don’t know I’ve been at your place almost every night the last couple weeks.” You whispered, hoping your voice wouldn’t carry to anyone nearby.

“Well we can go to your place. That’s fine.” He reasoned.

“No that’s not..” You sighed not able to find the words.

“Hey, just talk to me. What’s up.” He encouraged hands falling to your hips holding you gently.

“I’m just worried we’re starting to get careless. Showing up to work twice in one week together. One of these days we’re bound to get caught either coming in together or showing up on scene together. We don’t even know what this is. I don’t want to have to talk to Voight about it in the meantime.” You explained.

“We can be more careful. I promise. I just don’t want you to freak out about this.” He assured you tucking your hair behind your ear. “Can we just address how good you look in my shirt. I’m so glad you’re such a klutz..” Jay’s eyes roamed up and down your body.

“I am not a klutz! How did you expect me to react?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him as you did a few hours prior.

“Well is it not the truth? This thing is still on my face purely for your satisfaction.” He reminded you by trailing his lips down your neck, immediately summoning goosebumps from the raggedness tickling in the wake of his lips. He winked knowing his point was proven, moving up to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Sooo pizza?” He asked, pulling back, hopeful look on his face.

“Fine, but I’m not going in to get it.” You rolled your eyes, a bright smile on your face when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you towards his truck but when you rounded the corner your eyes connected with Adam’s who stood near the door, eyes wide between you two as Jay let his arm fall to his side, your feet rooted to the floor.

“I forgot my wallet in my locker.” Adam explained stammering over his words.

“Well don’t let us keep you. See you tomorrow brother.” Jay remained calm grabbing your arm to pull you out. Patting Adam on the shoulder when you passed.

“Shit!” You cursed when you reached Jay’s truck.

“What?” He questioned and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” You scoffed.

“He’s not gonna tell Voight. For starters it’s Adam. Plus we know about him and Hailey. He can’t.” He shrugged.

“That’s not what I’m worried about!” You yelled.

“You just said that’s what you were worried about.” Jay reminded you, trying to catch up. “Babe.” He urged when you didn’t answer him.

“You don’t get it Jay!” You shook your head, lump forming in your throat at the anxiety the situation presented.

“No, you’re right I don’t. I’m sorry. Help me understand.” He grabbed a hold of your hand trying to get you to face him.

“Not right now.” You chewed your lip feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks, quickly swiping them away before they were seen, but you knew Jay would know regardless. You were tired, hungry, and now slightly panicking at the thought of having to address the entire situation. His hand squeezed yours tighter before starting his truck putting it in drive.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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would u possibly do some NSFW morbell? where they're up in colter ( i loved ur original morbell post on them ) pls do more as i love ur blog 💛

this is an absolute mess oml i literally have no idea how to write anything smutty but here we go i guess. I love this pair but i kinda went off topic and centred this on a praise kink for micah. ANYWAY this is probably terrible since i'm melting, its literally 40 degrees and the aircon is broken so its unedited af and i wont look at it again until i have a cold drink. but pls enjoy some morbell <333

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‘Cold up in Colter’

Fuck, what a mess Blackwater had been. The Pinkertons were on them faster than ever and they found themselves fleeing from a blood bath.

That was almost three days ago and Micah hadn’t had an ounce of sleep. He’d been sent out with John to scout ahead, having found a homestead which ended up burning at the hand of O’Driscoll’s. Okay maybe house burning down was his fault but he tends to make stupid decisions when he’s had little to know sleep. And it was so fucking cold.

That didn’t stop heat rising to his face when he felt Arthur’s hands on his shoulder, pushing him back with a roughness he could only wish for in another way. Damn Arthur Morgan and his ability to have Micah curling in on himself and blushing like a virgin at the mere thought of a hand on his shoulder.

He should hate Arthur, really the two are nothing more than rivals, competing for the spot of Dutch Van Der Linde’s right hand. At the beginning, almost six months ago now, Micah couldn’t stand the sight of the man but somehow that anger tapered off into something more akin to admiration and that admiration slowly turned to desire.

He’ll never admit to how badly he wants Arthur but he won’t deny however that he’s pushed the man’s buttons more than once just to have an interaction with him. All he had to do start a silly argument over camp earnings or a bet at five finger fillet to have the man shaking him by the collar and threatening to break his nose.

It almost always ended with Micah sneaking off into the woods with half a bottle of whiskey and his pants bunched around his ankles as he thought of the way Arthur roughed him up by his shirt collar. Fuck he was pathetic sometimes.

There were other occasions where the two had actually managed to get along and that’s what pissed Micah off more than any threats of violence. Arthur just had to go and bring him a beer as he grabbed one for himself, letting their fingers touch accidentally. Or he went and offered him a seat by the fireplace where they ended up much to close for his comfort. Damn Arthur for always leaving him short of breath with a hole in his heart.

Despite what Micah did to impress Dutch, Arthur was still the camp’s favourite by a mile and he never failed to outcompete him in the eyes of the gang. Micah never minded much, not looking for anyone’s approval, but the thought of proving himself to Arthur, of being worthy of his praise is enough to have his wild side reined in.

Naturally that didn’t stop Micah from losing it from time to time and wasn’t surprised when his jealousy shot up again as Miss Grimshaw announced Arthur got his own cabin while he shared with the rest of the fellers. And he’d be damned if he had to share a room with Williamson who didn’t stop snoring.

That’s why he found himself huddled in the makeshift stables, choosing instead to wrap himself in his coat and down a bottle of whiskey to wait the night out. He cold planks he was sitting on offered little comfort and the draft in the room had his lip shaking. But at least he wouldn’t have anyone in his hair and he’d be left alone, just the way he liked it.

Of course that didn’t last long when the cranky wooden door was barged open, spooking some of the horses in the opposite end of the room. A broad figure entered the room, blocking most of the door way but that didn’t stop to whoosh of cold air flood into the room, draining even more colour from his face.

It wasn’t until the door was closed and the man stepped closer when he realised it was Arthur.

“Micah? What the hell are you doing in here?”

Arthur sounded surprised, with only a hint of concern in his voice.

“Sleepin’— what the hell ya doing here Morgan?”

There wasn’t much of a response from Arthur, only a quiet noise which was barely heard over the whistle of the wind between the planks. He walked over to the horses, checking over them and ensuring none of them were freezing to death. Micah watched in silence, scared to disturb the man as he patted along Taima’s neck.

It wasn’t until after Arthur had checked over all the horses did he turn his attention to Micah.

Micah watched as Arthur’s gloved hand extended out and offered itself to him, he hesitated before taking before taking it and being pulled to his feet. Arthur’s hand draped over his shoulder which he didn’t realise had shaking in an effort to keep warm, having drunk the remaining whiskey from the bottle.

“Common now, yer gonna freeze in here alone.”

Micah dug his heels into the ground, not allowing Arthur to pull him any further to the door as he tried to hold his voice steady. He’d be damned if he ever let Arthur know just how much he affected him.

“I ain’t sharing a bunk with Williams—“

Arthur tutted, pulling Micah out the door as he pushed him towards his cabin in the snow storm.

“Quit yer yapping, you’re sharing with me and I ain’t having any more folk die tonight. Now let’s go.”

Arthur didn’t utter another word until they were well and truely in his room, wrapped in a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of them. The bed wasn’t much bigger, having been made for one person which was evident by Arthur pressing against Micah’s back in efforts for them to fit. The only thing that kept them apart was the fabric of their jackets, otherwise Arthur would probably hear Micah’s heartbeat which was beating much to fast for his liking.

The uncomfortable silence was broken when Micah cursed under his breath which caused his teeth to chatter and Arthur spoke up.

“Yer still cold, c'mere”

Micah’s breath fell short as Arthur’s hands slid under his coat, resting his hands on his tummy to use his body heat as a source of warmth. In doing so Arthur had moved even closer, ensuring Micah’s back was flush against his chest.

Despite that Micah wanted to protest, to go straight to his default of arguing he couldn’t help but feel as he began to warm up and he slowly relaxed under his hands.

A blush rose high on his cheeks as Arthur also relaxed into their embrace, accidentally letting his hands drift lower until he felt the hard press of Micah’s straining erection against his knuckle.

Micah instantly sucked in a breath, panicking and trying to push his way out of Arthur’s hold.

“Shit Arthur I—“

Micah froze as Arthur gently pulled him back to the bed and rubbed slow circles along his stomach.

“S’alright Micah, I’m not mad…”

Arthur held him close, letting him relax before talking again before he whispered right into the shell of his ear.

“…This what you want? Is this why you’re always staring at me from across camp, why yer always picking fights and asking me to robberies?”

A high pitched noise left Micah as he shivered, feeling Arthur’s hot breath against his ear. His blush deepened as he pushed back slightly into him, whimpering at the feel of Arthur’s own erection pressed against his ass.

Fuck it, he thought as heat pooled in his abdomen and he finally allowed himself to have the one thing he’d been craving for months. He nodded frantically, grinding back onto Arthur’s clothed dick and squirming in his grip.

“Relax boy, gonna give you everything you’ve been waiting for— just be good and you’ll get it”

Micah nodded in agreement, a needy, desperate sound leaving him at the promise of praise. He wanted, no needed to be praised by the man so badly that he’d do anything for an ounce of it from the man.

“Oh god Arthur! I need it, need you. Fuck I can be good I promise.”

He knew he was probably being too loud but apart of him didn’t have it in him to care. He moaned softly as Arthur moved him to roll onto his back, towering over him but ensuring they were still kept under the blanket.

Arthur spent the next ten minutes undressing him without exposing much of his skin to the cold. He unbuttoned the lower buttons of his leather jacket, enough for Arthur to work his fly down and pull one pant leg off. He whined pitifully, grabbing at the lapels of Arthur’s coat in a silent plea for him to undress him properly.

Micah mentally scolded himself at just how desperate he was for Arthur to rip his clothes off and fuck him like a bitch in heat but he knew that wasn’t happening any time soon. Arthur however caught on pretty quickly to what he wanted, it seemed the man knew just what made him tick.

“I know sweetheart, once we’re well and truly outta here I’ll get us a room and we can do this properly.”

Micah’s eyes beamed at the thought of Arthur taking him to a hotel in the future, panting as his mind raced with images of Morgan making him fall apart on his cock for hours on end.

While Micah was busy in his mind, Arthur took the opportunity to retrieve the gun oil from his satchel. It certainly wasn’t the best option but it was their only choice with their limited supplies.

Arthur draped himself back over Micah’s body, kissing at his jaw and nibbling as he coated his fingers. The air was cold, only making the oil feel colder as he slowly dipped his index finger past Micah’s rim.

A devilish grin came to Arthur’s face as he heard Micah sigh and take his finger easily, deciding to work his way up to two sooner than he was expecting.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time haven’t you? I saw you once, bout a week ago. Head down, ass up with three of yer fingers inside you while you cried out for me to fuck you. It all clicked in my head then when you started acting different around me at camp.”

Micah flushed a deep red, coughing on air as he realised Arthur knew about his little crush. He tried to think of an excuse, to weasel his way out of it but his thoughts died in his head when Arthur twisted his fingers, scissoring and stretching him open before adding a third.

Arthur dragged a lip along Micah’s cheek to his lip, ghosting his lips over his before kissing him properly. This time Micah didn’t even try to fight for dominance, opening his mouth instantly for Arthur’s tongue to enter. Instead he sighed into it, pulling his legs to wrap around his waist as his hands wrapped around his lover’s shoulder.

It went on like that until Arthur was satisfied that Micah was well prepped enough, simultaneously rubbing against Micah’s prostate while he kissed him deeply. He only pulled away to pull his own leaking member out, bunching his pants around his thighs so he had enough room to move but could stay warm. He coated the rest of the oil onto his member, jerking slowly as he stared down at the sight of Micah below him.

Micah looked like an absolute mess against the pillows already, his face was flush and the scarf around his head had unwrapped slightly, revealing his disheveled blond hair. His chest was heaving as he panted and his thighs shook from pleasure as the weakly wrapped around his waist.

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart”

To say that Micah hated the pet name was a lie, one that he didn’t try deny as he moaned softly. His back arched and he gripped Arthur’s coat tightly as he felt his cock slide between his cheeks and over his hole. He’s wanted this for so long now and yet somehow it still didn’t quite feel real as his mind was clouded with arousal.

Micah’s toes curled and he moaned when he felt Arthur push into him, slowly inching forward until he felt him bottom out.

“Ah— ah! Oh Arthur fuck! Please fuck me, I’ll be good I swear.”

Micah practically sobbed with pleasure as Arthur set up a fast pace, pulling almost all the way out till just the tip was left inside his tight hole before pushing back in quickly, brushing his prostate in the process. His cock twitched from where it rested against his tummy, pinned between Arthur’s jacket which caused a string of moans to fall from his mouth.

“Look at you, so good for me— fucking perfect Micah. Such a good boy”

Arthur’s hands came to hold onto Micah’s hips for leverage, pulling on his slight muffin top under the jacket to help pull him back to meet his thrusts. Beneath him he heard Micah whine and whimper at the praise so desperately needed to hear.

Micah bought a finger up to his mouth, biting on his knuckle to silence any more noises he deemed to be pathetic from slipping out of him. He hated how close he already was just from being praised by Arthur.

It seemed Arthur wasn’t having any of it when he pulled his finger away from his mouth before kissing him like he had done not that long ago. He swallowed every one of Micah’s noises, mindful of Dutch sleeping next door and slowing his thrusts to something deeper and slower.

His hands roamed all over Micah’s clothed body, breaking away for air and whispering praises down his ear.

“That’s it, make those pretty noises for me sweetheart.”

Micah eye’s rolled into his head as he cried out.

“You’re mine, all for me— my good boy.”

More moans slipped from his lips.

“Atta boy— taking me so well, so good.”

His back arched and he withered in his embrace

“So eager to please aren’t you? I’ll take care of you now boy.”

“—Arthur! I’m close— Ah, I’m gonna—“

“Go on sweetheart cum for me…that’s it good boy.”

Micah’s whole body when rigid as he finally came. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as his orgasm dragged out with each thrust Arthur delivered, eager to chase his own.

He collapsed into the pillow, thighs shaking as he whined at the oversensitivity. It didn’t last long before Arthur’s thrusts changed pace to something more erratic, picking up the pace as he spilled his load inside him.

Arthur groaned into his neck, pulling him close and collapsing into him as he regained his breath.

He pulled out slowly with a wet and obscene pop, sitting up and helping Micah put his clothes back on. Micah only weakly managed to fiddle with the button on his jacket while Arthur gently manhandled his jelly-like limbs to fit back into his pant leg. He used the blanket to wipe the cum off his tummy, a weak attempt at cleaning up and something they would both no doubt regret come tomorrow morning but for now they were keen to sleep after such a horrific and chaotic few days.

Arthur pulled Micah into their original position for the night, the only difference being that his face was now tucked into his chest. Arthur rested his chin of Micah’s head, littering his hair with kisses as he played with his hair between his rough fingers.

Micah was the first to fall asleep, curled up with his forehead against Arthur’s collarbone. Arthur wasn’t far behind him either, finally letting himself get some much needed rest but not before he pressed a soft kiss to his hairline.

#morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan

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selinakidreams · 4 years ago

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Hello my love can i please request that you follow up on this lovely work of art you deposited in my ask box? Ty ty

oh oh oh what is this? the lovely carter (and val- in spirit) dropping in my inbox and requesting for me (???????) to write,,,,,,,,,,, I’m honored and will happily accept.

I am so so so so so sorry this took me so long to write,, it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks,,,, I hope this makes up for it 🥺 I tweaked it a bit and I think it works,,, better now ? hopefully !!

warnings: this is smutty, SLIGHT voyerism, dubcon turned to con, p♥︎rn with like.. a dash of plot ? maybe ?, fem! reader, thigh riding, uh riding dick right after, LIGHT MENTIONS of fwb! Osamu,, ah ha haa — NO INCEST.

Dinners with the Miyas: a weekly tradition since... before you could remember. Once a week, you and your family would gather at the Miya’s house for a homemade feast.

In hindsight, it was a really nice way for two life-long best friends, both of your guys’ moms, and their loved ones to get together and catch up after a busy week- but as a girl dealing with a pair of twins a year older than herself, it was absolute hell.

At first, you used to despise having to get properly dressed just to eat dinner with your family friends. All that effort and for what? You see them all the time at school already, what’s so special about coming together for dinner once a week? And honestly, you were just going to get dirtied up anyways. Their beautiful blooming garden was calling your name and who were you to deny it?

You’d often find yourself frolicking among the tall blades of grass and colorful flowers, the wind swaying the plants to and fro. It was so calming to sit and watch the bees buzz around and pollinate. Needless to say, this is the boys’ cue to come into the picture; they always ruined your fun. The twins started growing into... boys, meaning they were an absolute nuisance.

It all started on a gloomy day; it had rained a few hours prior to the meetup and the Miya’s garden was- of course- muddy, but you just couldn’t resist. You tried to be as careful as you could, especially after the continuous complaints from your mother about how dirty you were when you showed up to the dinner table, but somebody decided to sabotage that.

A cold, wet slab of goop slapped you square in the face. With eyes growing wide, you turned to the culprit. An obnoxious laugh left Atsumu Miya’s mouth and in the same breath managed to call you ugly. You didn’t know what to do besides look down; you felt tears prick your lash line and you didn’t want that bully of a boy to see you cry. When you lifted your gaze to find the back door to run to, you paused upon seeing more mud flying through the air- only it wasn’t at you this time. It’s target was Atsumu- the launcher, Osamu. Finishing the embarrassing blow, the twin pointedly said the same phrase that was spat at you, before turning to you and apologizing for his idiot brother’s actions. Needless to say, after that Osamu Miya became your knight in shining armor.

As the years pass, they started to come over to your house more. When the boys were in your room, they (mainly the more wide-eyed, now blonde-haired, insatiably curious one) poked and prodded where their gazes didn’t belong. Osamu always tried his hardest to reil his brother in, attempting to put things back and apologizing every once in a while.it was painfully easy to realize that your perspective about him about him shifted; The politeness. The calm. The sensibility. He was kind and considerate. Your view on Osamu began to change into something of want, and oddly enough, it wasn’t pure.

You and osamu grew closer in ways you weren’t expecting; he was your first sexual everything. First kiss, first touch, first fuck- and with every intimate moment you both shared, the level of respect and maturity was extremely high. There was only one issue, whatever one miya wanted, the other wanted it just as bad.

Atsumu’s gaze on you lasted longer and longer, his tricks were getting more and more perverse- anything he could do to cause a little mischief and ripen the sexual tension he began to build between the two of you. But even the kiddie wrestling matches, flipping up your skirt, and lingering touches became boring; none of his little teases seemed to satisfy him anymore.

He was jealous. He had to be. Osamu never boasted, much less muttered a single word about what you two did when you were alone but Atsumu wasn’t dumb. He knew one of the Miya’s were getting their dick wet and it certainly wasn’t him. He was becoming impatient, but to you, he seemed really on edge- so much so, that one night you found yourself in one of the most compromising positions with the honey-haired idiot.

The three of you were chatting about the twins’ most recent volleyball match in your room, waiting for your moms’ wine induced giggles to subside and finnish the food already.

With lit up eyes, Atsumu was boasting about how they’d achieved their first quick when Osamu pardoned himself so he could use the restroom.

“AWHH ‘SAMU, YOURE GONNA MISS THE BEST PART.” Tsumu loudly whined.

“i was there, idiot. just keep telling her the story, i’ll be back.” he rolled his eyes before leaving the room.

He sucked his teeth before turning to you to continue the story only to find your eyes glued to find Osamu’s fleeting figure. You looked almost dazed out and Atsumu couldn’t believe it. Right in front of his eyes, you were eye-fucking his twin brother instead of listening to him.

Absolutely not.

Part of you should not be surprised. You looked away for just a few seconds- just enough for Atsumu to be annoyed that the attention wasn’t on him. Now you found yourself pinned to the floor, both wrists in one of his big hands, the other holding your hips down. You let out a squeal as you tried squirming out of his grasp.... that was until his knee firmly placed itself against your crotch in just the right place. You swear up and down that you didn’t mean to but there was a surprised gasp that shouldn’t have left your mouth. It almost sounded like... the thought stilled your body.

atsumu took note of this.

In a low murmur, he leaned incredibly close and whispered, “how’s that pretty pussy of yers feelin right now?”

It sent a violent pink tinge to your cheeks and a bolt of arousal down your spine, your slick spreading against your underwear and the top of his jeanclad knee. A clench of your thighs meant this was going exactly where he wanted it to- his wait was over.

“ ‘m waiting for an answer, princess.” he tutted, his face only getting closer to yours while he applied more pressure against your throbbing vulva.

It was never like this with ‘samu. This... was almost exciting for you. Something teetering the lines of flavorful and troublesome. The little voice in your head was screaming at you but the aching desire in your pussy was louder.

“Ah!- atsumu! what are you doing?” you whimper, trying to hide your face. There were so many thoughts racing through your mind, the logical part of you wanted to hear them all out but in the moment you were so overwhelmed. There needed to be control in such a situation; You tried to shift around to loosen his grip, accidentally applying pressure that was welcoming it the most, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips and your eyes to clamp shut.

“mmm well, you’re so focused on my brother, i thought i’d show you what you were missin if you started payin more attention to me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and you whine. This position was so compromising.

He trailed the hand that weighed down your waist up the curves of your side and took your jaw in his hand. He turned your face and when you peeked open your eyes, your gaze was met with his.

“I want you to cum on my thigh.”

Eyes wide, you tried shaking your head to no avail. His grip was so strong. “Atsumu no!! Osamu’s gonna get back and dinner is gonna be done soon and just- no!” You squeal.

“Y’still have time,” he said calmly, “ ‘samu’s probably checkin on dinner... so yeh better start... or else. Y’know what? I could just continue this though dinner. Slide my hand up ye’thigh under the table...” he started, letting go of your face and ghosting his hand down your body. The thought of his big hands palming over your clit while a finger is dipped into your warm pool flashed in your mind. You clenched, and boy, he felt it.

“Mmm, did my pretty girl think about my fingers- fingers that could reach places yours can’t?” He grinned as he watched you follow his hand with your eyes. “maybe you’d like it if i play with your clit under the table, hm? right next to my brother-”

“no no! here. right now.” is all you could manage to get out. your head was swimming with all that could happen, it only got hazier when you felt the pressure on your cunt lessen- you wanted it back. “Ts-sumu.. i..”

“i know, i know... but first i want you to cum on my thigh if you want my fingers that badly. I want you whiny and desperate, rubbing that pretty cunt all over me. Moaning my name.”

That’s how you found yourself stuffed in your small closet, you desk chair pulled away from its rightful place,

With his throbbing cock fighting against the cage of his pants and heavy pants leaving his lips, his hands could only find relief on your waist- assisting you in your delishious movements.

His noises weren’t the only ones to be heard, you were trying so hard to contain them but nothing is coming of it. Short little high pitched whines rung in Atsumu s ears- but what really got him were the whimpers of “fuck tsumi,” when the angle hit your clit just right and the squeeze of his biceps as you threw your head back. As soon as he experienced that, he needed you to cum right then and there. And not on his thigh.

“Nope- fuck, we’re switching it up,” he mumbled as he stopped your hips from grinding down. Your mind was a mess but all you could think about in your extremely aroused state was that you needed to cum.

“Atsumu wh-“ before you could even finish your question, he unzipped his pants and uncovered himself from his boxers, his angry cockhead slapping his torso and smearing pre-cum on his skin.

“On- now, Princess.”

There was no need for protests; he was expecting one to come out but instead he felt your soft hands lightly grip his bulging head and give a few strokes before all he heard in that cramped, dark closet was, “you’re so .. big.”

Eyes wide, a garbled moan left his mouth and next thing he knew, you were repositioning till his tip lined with your sopping entrance. He couldn’t take it, he thrusted upward as you sunk down. A shocked moan ripped out of both of you and in the moment of silence that followed afterwards, you could hear the floorboard creek.

Apparently Atsumu did too because his actions stopped and one of his hands left your hips to presumably cover your mouth. You presumed wrong.

Your closet door slid open to reveal a wide eyed Osamu palming himself.

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thetrap · 4 years ago

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why i think deancas just might go canon

i’ve been wanting to write this for a bit, but i haven’t really had the time until now. basically this is just a super unorganized collection of thoughts i have on why i think that dean and castiel actually have a fairly decent shot of becoming canon (and by decent shot i mean like.....a solid 5% chance. and that’s being generous). this is based off of the show itself (obviously), quotes from andrew dabb, and other things.

1. andrew dabb is deancas positive

i made a post a while back that never made it out of the drafts, but it was basically a summation of all the good deancas shit dabb has given us as a writer. here are the bullet points:

- the hug/"i'm not leaving here without you!" moment in purgatory (8x02)

- "don't lose it over one man"

- "he's in love.....with humanity"

- cas/colette parallel ("dean. stop.") in 10x22

- just the fight scene from the prisoner in general like......wow

- sam/jess and dean/cas parallel in 12x23

- "we've lost everything......and now, you're gonna bring him back" + dean's just generally overwhelming grief in 13x01

- "and how is it that you lost dean? i thought the two of you were joined at the.....you know, everything"

and these are just the big moments.

also notable is the fact that an activist sent dabb (and some of the other producers of spn i think) a book about dean and cas and why the fans want it/why it would be a good thing for the show. a few years later, meghan fitzmartin (who wrote the most recent episode!) was hired as dabb’s assistant, went into his office and posted a tweet a with pictures of the book, saying something along the lines of “doing some reading for work!”

the fact that dabb actually kept a fanmade deancas book for years.....the fact that he’s consistently written episodes with really strong subtext for years.....the fact that the dean and castiel romantic tension has only picked up since he took over as showrunner (mixtape, lily sunder, cas’s death, dean’s grief arc, the entirety of season fifteen, etc.)......idk i just think it’s really interesting that there has been such a marked shift since he was put in charge.

2. the mixtape

i know this was a few seasons ago, but it’s still relevant because like. a mixtape is not platonic. this scene was not platonic. full-stop.

and it’s not even the act by itself; it’s also the dialogue!! “it was a gift. you keep those.” this is more than likely a direct callback to aragorn and arwen in lord of the rings (that’s the first thing i thought of, at least).

the fact that dabb let this slide, like......he knows what this looks like. berens and glynn, who wrote this episode, know what it looks like. they knew precisely how this would be perceived, and then wrote and aired the scene anyways.

and that’s not even getting into the camerawork. like what?? was this shot???

yeah so. definitely not platonic.

3. the trap

honestly i thought about just posting this part of this overlong essay thing, because to me, this is the episode where i went okay, so this might actually happen.

there are SO many things in this episode that made me go insane the first time i watched it (”i left, but you didn’t stop me”) but the thing that stuck out to me the most was dean’s reaction to castiel saying, “you don’t have to say it. i heard your prayer,” when dean tries to tell him something.

like?????? he does not look relieved!! nor does he look particularly happy!!

hell, if you go back and watch the video you can literally see him swallow his words down like....jensen ackles is the master of micro expressions and that shit is Not Accidental. this moment 100% gives the vibe that there is something that is not being said. the camera following dean as he gives cas a lingering look is really interesting too.

3. dabb’s comments about dean and cas in season 15

this part is actually sort of related to the point above, since a lot of dabb’s comments are in reference to “the trap.” here are some interesting ones that i want to point out:

But the Leviathan won’t be the focal point of the purgatory story. Rather, it’s about what Dean and Castiel are going through. “They’re not going to resolve the emotional stuff, but it allows them to redefine their friendship a little bit in light of what’s happened especially earlier this season,” Dabb says. (x)

the key thing here is that dabb said that, in 15x09, dean and cas are “not going to resolve the emotional stuff.”

now. i don’t know about you, but dean falling to his knees, praying to cas and weeping feels a lot like emotional resolution to me. like, sure, things will probably be awkward between them for a while, but surely this is the peak moment of their emotional vulnerability with each other, right? surely this is the moment where they’ve resolved the issue between them? like how the fuck does it get more intensely emotional than this??

yet dabb seems to be implying that it will, which leaves us with the million dollar question: what is left about dean and cas’ relationship to resolve?

keep in mind that as of 15x16, there hasn’t been much forward movement on that front; that is, we’ve had some cute moments between them, but in terms of serious conversation about their relationship, there’s been basically nothing. so we can assume that this development, whatever it is, will occur in 15x18, since dean and cas will be separated for most of 15x17, as cas will be off with sam.

aka the episode where cas will likely get yanked away by the empty. aka the episode with the teary (!!!) conversation we saw in the promo between dean and cas.

also notable from the above quote is dabb saying that dean and cas are redefining their friendship. like....redefining how? to what?? that wording is just really interesting to me.

another quote from dabb re “the trap”:

(x)

it forces them to “start that process.” indicating yet again that the prayer scene between dean and cas is not the moment where whatever is between them is resolved. yet, from where we are right now, dean and cas seem mostly fine. which means that whatever they have yet to work out doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with their fight.

lastly:

a really significant chunk of what happens to dean in 15x09 is him confronting his issues with cas. don’t get me wrong - there are other important things that happen in the episode - but the fact that an episode where so much time/emotional energy is given to dean and cas’ dynamic is considered a turning point for dean is very notable and, to me, speaks to the importance of their relationship for the rest of the season.

4. dean/cas and sam/eileen being set up as units

i’m of the opinion that sam and dean will (by choice) go their separate ways at the end of the show. i think this for a variety of reasons that i wrote about here, and to add onto this, i think that dean/cas and sam/eileen are, in a way, being set up as two units.

this theory comes from two points:

1. the fact that eileen got brought back at all

this isn’t to say that eileen isn’t an interesting character all on her own/outside of her romance with sam, but the fact that they brought her back and then proceeded to set her up in this romance feels really significant to me. what’s especially interesting is how, even after she leaves in 15x09, we get a continuation of their romance in 15x14. i don’t necessarily think that she’s sam’s endgame in the sense that the final episode will show sam going to her or whatever, but i do think that part of the reason she was brought back was so that sam would have someone who he loves/someone he could potentially build a life with after he and dean defeat chuck.

2. the way the two couples were portrayed in “the trap”

like....just watch the future scenes in the bunker. there’s very much a sense that these are two couples living together. and “ever since the mark made cas go crazy, ever since i had to bury him in a ma’lak box.” note the use of i, not we. and then dean/cas and sam/eileen are directly paralleled when dean tells sam he needs to give it up after eileen’s death, comparing it to how dean has given it up after having to bury cas in the ma’lak box.

5. dean does not do Well without cas

this is probably an understatement. there have been a couple of notable instances in this season where the viewer is given a glimpse of what happens to dean when cas dies/is in danger of death/is separated from dean (in case the whole ass widower arc in s13 wasn’t enough).

two of these are from “the trap”:

1. dean freaking out/crying/praying when he’s separated from cas in purgatory

2. dean giving up on life/hunting after burying cas in the ma’lak box in the future world

3. dean’s reaction to cas temporarily going to the empty in 15x13

the one i want to spend the most time on is number two, in large part because sam was witness to it and i think that this might get brought up in 15x17.

part of my spec for that episode is that cas will tell sam about his deal/sam will find out somehow, and in reaction sam might tell cas about how dean reacted to his death in s13 - a conversation that was notably absent from the show when cas finally returned in 13x05. i also think that he might mention no. 2 above, basically telling cas that if he dies, dean is done. that he won’t be able to handle it/move past it. the show has been telling us this over and over for a while now, and it’s only been emphasized more in season 15. i think that 15x17 is the episode where this will finally be verbally expressed.

to me, all of this emphasis on dean giving up when cas is gone isn’t for nothing. in my opinion, it’s being done very purposefully to set up an endgame where dean and cas are together in some sense of the word. and a lot of what i’ve said above is what makes me think it’ll be a Romantic together.

5. bobo berens’ three part deancas saga

so we all know that berens is pretty much spn’s foremost deancas warrior, and what i want to point out here is how this season has been utilizing him as a writer.

this season, berens has three solo episodes (he wrote “galaxy brain” with meredith glynn):

1. the rupture

2. the trap

3. despair (formerly known as “the truth”)

so far, these first two episodes have had major deancas moments. you could even label them as:

1. the rupture (the breakup)

2. the trap (the reconciliation)

3. depair (???)

keep in mind also that berens wrote 14x18, where the dean and cas sort of had a preliminary breakup. he’s been in charge of this arc for a while, and the fact that so much of his writing this season has been deancas focused.......i don’t know, i just think it’s significant in part because, while berens has always been deancas positive, he also writes plenty of episodes that aren’t focused on dean and cas. but now, in the final season, the dean and cas emotional arc has been handed to him, and it’s been the primary focus on his writing.

(sidenote: berens was promoted to executive producer for this final season)

to me, this is all leading to a big moment between dean and cas in 15x18 - and the fact that it was at one point called “the truth,” only to be switched back to despair - makes me think that there will be some sort of confession involved. my money is on cas being the one to say it (especially since this would line up with the leak), especially given the glimpse we saw of (what might be) this moment in the promo. which leads me to...

6. cas does not cry

i saved this for last because the promo where we see teary-eyed cas is actually what pulled me back into this shitshow.

cas does not cry. like. ever. he got a little teary in 15x15, when jack told him of his plan to sacrifice himself, but we have never - never - seen him shed actual tears. and in the promo, particularly that shot where cas says “you have fought for this whole world,” it 100% looks like cas is about to cry cry.

cas has seen his son die. he has seen dean die. he died himself, over and over and over. and we have never seen him cry.

yet for some reason, in this moment of vulnerability with dean, he’s crying. i find it highly unlikely that cas would cry because of his impending death, for a number of reasons (for one, he wouldn’t want to upset dean more than he has to). so, assuming he’s not crying because of his own death, then what is making cas so emotional that he is genuinely crying for the first time in the twelve seasons he has been on the show?

my guys.....i can only think of one thing.

#THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG OH MY GOD #i'm so sorry for this i just have SO many thoughts about this and had to get them all down #disclaimer: i still think it's highly unlikely we'll get confirmed romantic deancas #but i do think there's a chance #and this is why #deancas #destiel #s15 spoilers #spec

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morganaseren · 4 years ago

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WIP Meme (Warden Inquisitor Niamh/Warden Bethany)

Tagged by: @illusivesoul Many thanks!

Tagging: @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressari, @jellydishes, @w-h-4-t As usual, I suck at telling who has or hasn’t been tagged yet.

So this WIP is from prompt #3 I made off this list. It doesn’t tie into the other Warden Niamh/Warden Bethany AU I’ve already written; this is something wholly separate. No knowledge of it is needed to read this.

Granted, this is a much rougher draft than what I’d normally post here, but given I’m already more than a month behind on updating OtSttCA, I thought you guys would appreciate the treat. :)

Things you might want to know:

As with any AU where Niamh is a Warden, she’s the one who undertakes the Dark Ritual with Morrigan in order to spare anyone from being sacrificed once the Archdemon is slain. Through magic, Kieran is born as a result of their union. While both women carry a great deal of respect for one another, they aren’t and were never in a romantic relationship although there’s gonna be a whole separate AU for that once I get around to writing it.

Niamh is the Warden-Constable for Ferelden while her sister Saoirse is the Warden-Commander and Hero of Ferelden. Saoirse and Leliana are married sometime after the end of the Blight.

As a result of going on the Deep Roads expedition with her sister, Bethany contracts the taint and has to undergo the Joining in order to save her life. She is transferred to the Fereldan branch of the Grey Wardens by Stroud not long afterward.

Niamh and Bethany are in an established relationship by the time the events of Inquisition begins.

While Niamh would normally be off searching for the cure by then, I'm just going to headcanon that she and Morrigan weren’t able to find a suitable lead in their research until much later—enough that they start hearing about the mass disappearances of Wardens across Ferelden and Orlais.

Out of concern, Niamh and Saoirse convince the remainder of their comrades (except for Bethany obviously) to head toward Weisshaupt for help, but Niamh senses that's enough wrong about the situation that she also tells them to journey there in secret. Vigil’s Keep is pretty much closed down at this point until they can figure out what’s going on.

Niamh and Bethany head out toward the Hinterlands to follow up on reports of some Warden sightings in the area. It's when they're stopped in the Crossroads area (where you meet Mother Giselle) that Niamh has Bethany to ask the villagers for any leads while she heads up to the Temple of Sacred Ashes to follow up on a tip there. The usual stuff happens, and she ends up waking up in Haven's dungeons, where she gets interrogated by Cassandra.

Honestly, this follows pretty closely to how OtSttCA unfolds as far as the major decisions being made within it goes. However, because she wasn’t in self-exile for a decade, Niamh’s a lot more laidback and confident in her ability to lead, especially with Bethany by her side.

Along that same vein, Bethany is also more self-assured in her abilities as a mage now that she no longer has to fear hiding from Templars. As such, she’s much quicker to speak about what’s on her mind rather than bottle them up as she used to in the past. She confronts Cassandra like an absolute badass several times during the beginning of the story in defense of her lover, which you can check out below the cut with the rest of the content. ;)

Like in her canon world state, Niamh isn't treated well when she’s imprisoned. The guards merely know that she's a mage, so they're operating under the assumption that she caused the explosion at the Conclave. It doesn't help that Niamh's been essentially undercover to search for the missing Wardens, so she's not wearing her usual uniform to signify her status. Cassandra does her whole intimidating interrogation as per usual when Bethany—in all her Warden regalia—bursts in with Leliana.

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"She leaves with me," she leveled at the Seeker coldly before turning to Leliana with a deep frown. “Why did you not put a stop to this?”

“I arrived here at the same time as you. I didn’t know she was here until she was already imprisoned.”

Niamh couldn't help but chuckle under her breath, utter relief filling her. “I think you may invited utter ruination upon your heads with those two."

Cassandra frowned. "What? Why?"

“What do you mean why?” she parroted with a roll of her eyes, unimpressed with what she had seen of the woman and her colleagues thus far. "Leliana’s my sister-in-law, and the Warden next to her is my fiancée, whom—might I add—you've actually succeeded in making angry.” The corners of her lips turned up into a languid smile. “Not an easy feat, and not a fate I would normally wish upon anyone.”

“Hush,” Bethany muttered as she brushed past Cassandra—all but shoving her aside with a pointed shoulder—as she knelt at Niamh’s side to begin healing the wounds she’d received from her captors. All the soldiers began backing away uneasily, especially as Leliana walked alongside her. “I’m already upset that you sent me down to the Crossroads while you went up to the Conclave alone.”

“It was the easiest way of scoping out the area," Niamh defended even as she sheepishly shrank back beneath her lover’s glare. "If the individuals we were searching for were still down in the village, you would have seen them, and if they were up at the Temple…Well, I suppose that’s a moot point now, given what our new acquaintances have just revealed to me.”

“Do you remember seeing anything at all?” Leliana asked then in concern.

“I can’t recall much of anything before the explosion.” Niamh admitted with a frown. “I thought I remembered someone screaming, but then there’s just... nothing.”

“And...” Leliana gestured toward her hand. “That mark?”

She shrugged as much as she was able to, especially given her heavy shackles. “It certainly wasn’t there when I went to the Temple.”

“What is going on here?” Cassandra demanded then, perhaps confused as to why their supposed prisoner had proven so much more forthcoming with Leliana than anyone else thus far.

“You’ve met my wife before, yes? This is her younger sister Niamh Cousland. She is also the Constable of the Grey here in Ferelden, Cassandra,” Leliana stated gravely. “While the Wardens may not regularly involve themselves in politics, Niamh’s high enough up their chain of command that this country’s branch would fight to the death to get her back, and that’s not even involving what Saoirse herself will do once she finds out her sister's been hurt.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose wearily. “Not to mention the Teyrn of Highever…”

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After the demons upon the frozen lake had been defeated, Niamh felt the brush of a warm hand in the crook of her elbow gently pulling her back before all she could see was Bethany’s back as her lover marched right up toward Cassandra, heedless of the obvious height difference between them.

"Point your sword at her again, Seeker! Kindly test my patience right now, and see what happens!"

Niamh was mildly amused when Cassandra actually appeared to be a bit startled and had to move back a step so as to not accidentally stab the woman. The Seeker’s dark brows furrowed in confusion. "Are... Are you threatening me?"

"Only because you’ve threatened her repeatedly!” Bethany scowled. “Niamh's very life is in danger so long as that portal in the sky exists; she has no reason to put yours in harm's way. She’s made it more than abundantly clear she’s willing to cooperate even after the mistreatment she received from you and your colleagues." Amber eyes narrowed, and despite their bright depths, there was little mistaking the ice within them. "I haven’t, however, and I’ve no reason to if you’re going to blatantly ignore your own words to the contrary simply because she’s a mage."

Cassandra sheepishly sheathed her weapon. "I’m—"

"If you ever think of drawing a sword on her again, your friendship with Leliana or no, I swear it will be the last time you ever draw breath," Bethany spat, tilting her chin up defiantly. "I’ve lost enough. I will not lose her too." She turned then to hold out her hand for Niamh, allowing the first bit of tenderness to enter her expression as she called out to her. "My love..."

Niamh chuckled quietly even as she weaved her fingers through Bethany’s. “Still so quick to defend me?”

Her lover smiled. “Always.”

Afterward, Cassandra was left to follow behind the two women, who proceeded to lead the rest of the way up the mountain.

"I did tell you not to make her angry," Niamh quipped to Cassandra later upon reaching the first outpost, grinning when she earned a soft sound of disgruntlement.

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Nothing had really prepared Bethany for the sight that greeted them upon reaching the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

There were so many bodies scattered across the immense crater, expressions twisted in permanent states of terror as they tried to guard themselves against a danger beyond all earthly imagining. Horrified with such evidence of the Breach’s power, it was then that she realized that if Niamh hadn’t somehow received the Mark, she likely would have—

"Bethany?"

She jerked in place, turning to see her lover’s concerned eyes watching her.

"It's nothing,” she mustered up with a weak smile. “I'm right behind you."

Bethany saw, however, that Niamh couldn’t be convinced, as was evident in the tender way the other woman had taken hold of her hand. Niamh said nothing else, as was always her way. She never pressed her to offer anything more than she was ready for. She sighed.

"I should have been there with you," Bethany murmured at last, looking at the strange mark still glowing upon her lover’s palm. It was nothing that even with all her healing magic can hope to fix, but Niamh merely shook her head.

"No.” She brought Bethany’s hand up to her lips to press a kiss reverently across her knuckles. “Were you there with me, I fear you would have died with everyone else," she admitted solemnly. "My heart would not have survived such devastation."

---

Bethany was beside herself with worry when Niamh fell unconscious upon the first, unsuccessful attempt to seal the Breach. Niamh was brought back to Haven to recover, but Bethany refused to leave her side despite Leliana's attempts to get her to take care of herself as well.

"Bethany—"

"You know as well as I do that your colleagues would have killed her down in the dungeons if we hadn’t arrived when we did," Bethany said flatly from where she sat by Niamh’s bedside. "Everyone in the village knows she’s a mage now, and I don’t need to remind you of how well-liked we are on a regular basis..."

"I’ll have my agents watching her. What nearly happened outside the chantry will never happen again."

Bethany bristled instantly at the memory.

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She’d still been inside the building to relay some information regarding Saoirse to Leliana when they heard the first outraged cries beyond the doors. As the uproar grew louder in volume—all demanding the death of the one who had supposedly killed the Divine—Bethany had rushed outside immediately just in time to see civilians and more than a few soldiers attempting to stone Niamh.

Infuriated by the blatant injustice, Bethany reached over her shoulder for her staff and immediately slammed its point into the ground. At the moment of impact, a wave of force magic traveled violently across the ground, taking the mob entirely off their feet. She had been mindful to curve the energy away from Niamh—and inadvertently Cassandra, who had sidled up to aid the other mage, just as she unleashed her magic—so her lover had remained unharmed and even grateful for her arrival if her relieved smile was any indication.

Still, Bethany steeled her features to utter impassivity as she coolly strode through the crowd. Those within it seemed to be in various states of bewilderment as they tried to regain their bearings, but she took note of the many widened eyes that recognized the blues and silvers of her Warden regalia.

“You will show Ferelden’s Constable of the Grey the proper respect she is due,” Bethany said lowly as she placed herself alongside her lover, her gaze searching for any signs of rebellion to her words. “Anyone who would dare accost her in spite of her title will sorely live to regret it...”

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"Can you really make such promises?" Bethany asked dryly.

"I can certainly try. Niamh’s family. Saoirse would never forgive me if something happened to her, especially if she knew there was anything I could have done to prevent it." She sighed. "Nor would I be able to forgive myself for that matter. Niamh’s a kind woman, and much like you—and any mage—she’s so undeserving of the treatment she often receives from others.”

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Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE mages; thus, it should come as no surprise that I always go to get the mages at Redcliffe as allies.

It should also go without saying that Bethany also would have gone with Niamh to deal with Alexius and the Venatori. Per the events of In Hushed Whispers, it's canon that the companions who went with you there become prisoners in the twisted, future version of Redcliffe.

While Warden mages are more susceptible to Corypheus' influence, I headcanon that Bethany was so furious with the loss of Niamh to Alexius that she fought against the mind control even to the point of torture like Leliana. When Niamh sees her in the future, Bethany's so pained, broken, and exhausted but so very thankful to see her lover again.

There's hope again—no matter how small—and Bethany's determined to help her set the world right again.

What little happiness they have at their reunion obviously doesn't last long, especially with Alexius’ death. With the Elder One beckoning at their door, Bethany goes off with the other companions to stall the demons and Venatori outside to give Dorian time to cast his spell.

I’ve always headcanoned that mages have auras unique to the type of magic they specialize in and that they’d be able to subtly influence the world around them based on their emotions. You see evidence of that a lot in OtSttCA, especially in those moments where Niamh’s angry or upset.

In any case, per my headcanon, mages would be able to sense one another although the distance at which they could detect such magic would be dependent on the senser’s overall power or their relationship with the other mage. As close as both women are, Niamh absolutely feels the moment Bethany dies... :(

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She felt the absence of Bethany’s magic like a dagger to the heart.

It had been there, burning as bright as the sun, and then it had stuttered—dark clouds eclipsing its light—until it simply settled inside her like a dead weight. Left bereft of that familiar, constant presence that had been her very reason for breathing for so long, it was as if water had pooled into her lungs, threatening to drown her. The sensation immediately brought her to her knees, leaving her gasping for breath.

"No..." Niamh whispered out brokenly, anguish and horror overtaking her even as Leliana tried in vain to urge her back up to her feet again. She couldn't hear the other woman's concern past the shattering of her own heart. In its place was simply an aching emptiness that slowly began to consume her whole...

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Let’s just say that Niamh’s not happy with Alexius when she and Dorian manage to return to the present...

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The fighting between the Inquisition and rebel mages against Alexius and his Venatori was brought to an abrupt halt by the presence of the Fade rift that appeared overhead. The force with which it easily tore space and reality asunder was enough to take everyone within the audience chamber off their feet, especially as stifling heat and wind spilled from the portal along with two figures.

“Give her back..."

Bethany blearily looked up when she heard Niamh’s familiar voice, and relief filled her when she saw that she was standing beneath the now sealed rift. Even with its disappearance, however, she realized all too soon that it had done nothing to quell the storm that had now taken residence within the room, sending banners and tapestries flying with whipping gusts of wind. At its center was her lover, who was standing so still amidst the chaos around her, regarding Alexius with such apathy in her expression.

“What?" the old magister uttered in confusion, shakily rising to his feet only to have his progress nearly undone as lightning struck the ground next to him with a deafening peal of thunder.

Bethany saw how his throat undulated as he swallowed in nervous regard of the mage slowly making her way toward him. His fingers trembled with the effort to form flames between them.

"...Who gave you the right?” Niamh asked, voice as low as the rumbling thunder, as she strode toward the dais.

The pressure within the room escalated once more as an aura of absolute fire surrounded her. Like vines, they rose from the floor up in spiraling patterns before enveloping her entirely with almost playful licks of flame. Nothing in Niamh’s expression indicated the display of power was in any way exhausting to maintain whereas Alexius was already weakened from his initial spell to destroy her along with his efforts to keep the Inquisition at bay.

But it was not a woman who sought to meet him.

It was death.

As if aware of the sudden danger he was in, Alexius threw forth several barrages of fire at Niamh, but her smooth, relentless advance couldn’t be stopped. She made no attempt to even bat away the bursts of magic. If anything, the flames just seemed to absorb themselves into her. Her aura flared higher, burning more brightly beneath each attack, and as Alexius tried to back away, he inadvertently tripped himself into the throne behind him. He flinched as another peal of thunder made itself known, and as he reflexively turned his gaze to the dark storm clouds coalescing above them, he didn't see Niamh Fade-stepping forward to close the distance between them until he was choking from the fingers around his neck. With her enhanced Warden strength, Niamh was able to lift the magister off his feet entirely, leaving him to dangle helplessly.

“Who gave you the damned right to take her from me?!” she demanded.

With her cry, the fires along the sconces and the hearth behind the throne went out entirely, gone with the sudden gale of wind. As such, the only light to be seen came from the flashes of lightning above them and the fiery aura surrounding her. In the sporadic moments the room illuminated itself, there was little mistaking the utter hatred in Niamh’s eyes.

She was going to kill Alexius.

It would have been well within her right, given the magister had attacked her first within their meeting, but Bethany’s eyes widened when she saw how the staff on Niamh’s back began to rattle violently. Against the sheer heat emanating from her body, the silverite wolf head adorning the top of the staff began to melt entirely onto the floor in thick dregs of liquid while the shaft bowed and arched until it creakily bent in the middle, angling itself with the sharpness of an arrow.

Oh, no... With dread, Bethany scrambled to her feet and darted over toward Niamh. Without her staff to act as a catalyst, if Niamh burnt too much of her magic away, she could cause irreparable damage to herself and those around her.

Upon reaching her lover’s side, she placed her hands on Niamh’s face, desperately trying to draw her attention from Alexius. For a moment, nothing could sway her from trying to squeeze the life out of the magister, and she winced when she felt Niamh’s magic already begin to fluctuate erratically against her own.

"No, no, no! Look at me!” She jerked her lover’s head toward her. “Look at me, Niamh! Please!"

And as Niamh did, she watched in confusion as the woman’s expression froze. The lips that had been pulled back in a sneer of bared teeth slowly went lax, forming an ‘o’ of awe and disbelief, as recognition began to dawn in her lover’s gaze. With it, Alexius gradually slid from her grasp to collapse at her feet with desperate gulps of air, but Bethany paid him little mind. With relief, she saw Niamh’s fiery aura dissipate along with the glow of her eyes until they returned to the pale grey she adored.

"That’s it. Come back to me,” she encouraged. “Just breathe." Bethany took one of her lover’s hands in hers, placing it over her own chest, allowing Niamh to feel her breathing. “Slow and steady. Just like that.”

As each breath fell into sync with her own, Niamh's expression gradually softened into something so reverent and sweet that it almost hurt to see—as if salvation had finally blessed her—but Bethany smiled when she saw the battle rage finally leave her.

“There we are."

Niamh used her other hand to gently cradle the side of Bethany's face. “You’re still here…” she breathed, utter relief in her voice.

“Yes.” Bethany frowned in concern at her reaction. “Always."

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When they returned to Haven, where Niamh gave her official report to her War Council, Bethany was horrified to learn all that her lover had endured from Alexius’ spell.

Afterward, Niamh suggested they spend the evening in their cabin together rather than explore the trails out the village as per usual, and Bethany didn’t object. She understood her lover’s need to reassure herself that she was still there with her—that she wasn’t simply caught in a dream that she could never wake from.

“Is... Is this okay?” Niamh asked quietly, wanting permission to seek such comfort.

Niamh was always thoughtful in everything she did for her—in bed or otherwise—and while she never treated her like glass, Bethany could count on one hand the number of times she saw her magic unfettered like in Redcliffe. She had felt subtle traces of it occasionally with their intimacy although it was usually with purposeful design—heat, ice, and tickling traces of lightning—that were meant to tease.

But rarely was it ever so close to the surface like this—a conduit of power coiled so tightly within mortal form—waiting to burst beneath Niamh’s skin.

“It’s okay,” Bethany said, gently lacing the fingers of Niamh’s marked hand in hers.

The other woman had been reluctant to let her touch it although it hadn’t shown any notable effects toward anyone—or anything thus far—save for its ability to close rifts. Still, Niamh had been skittish all the same, fearing that it might harm her.

...Or perhaps she believed it was a damning mark of shame—of guilt—much like it had been when the people of Haven had attempted to stone her to death.

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“There’s no denying that this mark is tied to the Breach. You saw the wreckage at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. You saw how many people died, and I still can’t even remember what happened before or after that moment beyond waking up in the dungeons. What if I did do something to cause that explosion?”

“If you had, it would not have been intentional,” Bethany insisted with a frown. “The mark is unlike anything we’ve ever seen, yes, but that you bear it all does not mean you were the one who created it.”

But Niamh couldn’t be swayed as she paced back and forth before the hearth of their cabin. “How can you be so certain?” she murmured.

“Because I’ve known you for years, Niamh. You would never purposely hurt anyone without provocation. Trust in me if you can’t yet trust in yourself.”

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With permission given, Bethany found herself gently laid out against their bed as Niamh sought to touch and bring her pleasure all throughout the night.

Over the years, she’d become remarkably acclimated to Niamh’s magic that felt so much like a forest caught beneath a winter storm of ice and lightning. It was normally as calm as it was now—crisp as the first intake of breath beneath a cool dawn—but there were times where it could be provoked. The incident in the audience chamber was proof enough of that, where it had settled over them all like the tolling bells of judgment—an inevitability inviting the nascent danger of death.

Bethany had been beyond concerned when she had seen the first bits of viridian energy springing across her lover’s eyes then. There had been an almost disturbing beauty to them—a ring of vines gathering just at the outside perimeter of silvery irises—but that they had pulsed in time with the mark upon Niamh’s hand...

Bethany had feared for her, especially when it seemed to flare all the brighter with the fury that had overtaken her.

She was glad to see no evidence of that now as Niamh laid contentedly next to her. Even though Niamh was sated at last—the burning, restless energy within the other mage having finally simmered down to faint embers—she seemed reluctant to drift off into sleep. Winter-grey eyes continued to lazily rove across her face and form, as if cataloguing every detail less she forget later.

In response, Bethany reached out to tangle her fingers through the dark mane of tousled hair, letting her nails gently rake across her lover’s scalp. Pale eyes had widened imperceptibly at the sensation, but like always, they soon became half-lidded with the soothing nature of it. She heard the quiet hum of disgruntlement, as if protesting the notion of Bethany’s attempts to lull her to sleep against her silent vigil, but she merely shushed her.

“Shh… Rest, my love. I’ll still be here in the morning when you wake.”

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And that’s basically it.

Again, since this is still in its rough draft phase, it’s not as polished as I’d like it to be, but I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, leave me a like, comment, or send some love to my inbox! Until next time, dear readers!

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #bethany hawke #female warden/bethany hawke #fanfic #My writing #OTP: In Search of Silver Linings #lee's au ideas #female cousland/bethany hawke

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pokehumanmagines · 4 years ago

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(Hey sorry I haven’t really posted yet! I’ve got a couple requests in drafts but I’ve been suffering through some physical illness and writer’s block. Obviously the physical illness was more worrisome. Straight up had to go to the ER, really sucked. Anyways, to tide you all over here are some hc’s of some of my favorite Pokés with an autistic reader, cause it’s mostly for me.)

Feraligatr

Oh no big bite baby.

They tend to be a forgetful but they’ll try so hard to help you remember to take your medication on time! Waking you up on time is a lot easier in comparison though. They’ll roll on top of you or nom softly on your arm to wake you.

If you’re overwhelmed from a sensory overload, like super loud noises and crowds, or some bad smells coming out of nowhere, time for a ride on their back outta there!! They got big ol hands so they’ll cover your ears if you don’t have headphones, if you’ve accidentally left them home or they broke.

If you like pressure on you, they👏 are 👏 here 👏 to lay on you gently. But they’re also a heavy so you may want to remind them not to do that and get you weighted blanket instead, or one of your lighter Pokés.

If you do hand flaps when you’re happy they love doing hand flappies with you!!! Hand flappies all around! Also happy noises!! Lots of happy noises! Back when they were a Totodile they most likely chewed on everything of yours, and if you’ve got some oral fixation, guess what, chewable jewelry buddies!! Or you might call them chewies like me. Theirs is a lot bigger tho.

Also if anybody makes fun of you for all this stuff, that bitch is gonna be turned into a chewie. Unless you stop them of course but they do not tolerate people being mean to you.

If you’re one of those people who love physical affection, guess what, them too bitch!!! Hugs and cuddles for days! Their scales are so smooth, they’ve got such a nice texture you can’t help but give em gentle rubs and full body hugs!

If you have trouble with verbal communication they’re gonna try so hard to tell people stuff, even tho they can’t speak human languages ;-;, they try tho!!! They definitely get what you’re asking even if you have difficulty actually saying stuff!! They get you!!

Dusknoir

Oh ho ho another big pal/ s/o.

Also got giant fricking hands to cover your ears in emergencies. They are all absolute big brains so they are super good at reminding you to take your medicine on time, they probably organized it in one of those holders the sweetheart.

They are a ghost type, but not to worry, they can definitely give you that physical affection kick when needed. Seriously they give fantastic hugs! Those arms aren’t just for yeeting spirits into the afterlife y’know. Though their texture isn’t unpleasant it isn’t like, as comfy as like a dog tummy. A little cold too.

Will also yeet anyone who’s being an asshole to you! They must protect.

They don’t really have a mouth like people or other Pokémon but so they don’t really get oral fixation but dammit if they aren’t going to help you pick out some cute chewies. Yeah sure they got the tummy mouth but it’s not the same thing, they don’t really have teeth.

Like fiddling with stuff in your hands so your mind doesn’t wander off or so you don’t feel anxious, yeah they like fiddling too. Get one of those fidget cubes or a rubix cube and they will be occupied for a while. Or maybe just play with each others hands! That’s always really cute. (๑>ᴗ<๑) Yes they will let you fiddle with the antenna on their head, but don’t do it too much! They might accidentally take it another way.

Since they only have one eye, they have some depth perception issues, so if you have problems with running into doorways or tripping over stuff even when you know they’re there, they get you on that. They’re also super worried cause like, ow.

They don’t really do hand flaps but they think it’s super adorable when you do it! Shows that you’re happy and they love it when you’re happy.

Verbal communication problems? No worries, they’ve got you. They most likely know quite a few sign languages, so they’ll help you get by when you can’t say anything out loud.

Look they might be big brain but first thought they had when you said you liked pressure on you they thought to lay on top of you. sksksskk They totally remember to place a weighted blanket on you but they love snuggling with you so much they just thought they’d help more directly.

Gothitelle

(ok we all saw Gothitelle coming. she is the face of the blog pretty much and i call myself mod Goth lmao)

Like all psychic types they are very in-tune with your emotions even when you’re not. Like, if you’re feeling overwhelmed and are maybe red-faced over stuff, they get that, literally. They legit feel what you’re feeling and will do what they can to fix the problem, by helping you calm down or by getting you out of the situation. They only have those tiny little mitten hands so they can’t really cover your ears that well but trust me that they will remember to have backup headphones just in case.

They will very much hug you when you’re craving physical affection, they may have noodle arms but their hugs are so comforting. Also texture wise, on the dress and bow-like parts of their body, they kinda feel like t-shirt material, so they are very comfy if you like that texture.

Will also yeet people who are being mean to you, but with psychic powers cause psychic type and noodle arms.

They’re really not a chewer and since they don’t really have fingers they can’t really fidget/fiddle with stuff either. But they will definitely join in with hand flaps!

Also since psychic type, they can just telepathically tell people what you’re trying to say, or just talk to you that way. Much easier than trying to use your vocal chords when they’re not wanting to work.

Another big brain who’s super good at organizing your medication and getting them to you on time. Also very good at waking you up on time, gotta keep everything consistent or the medicine won’t work right!

Will absolutely remember to lay a weighted blanket on you when it’s time for bed, gotta keep you comfy!

They’re just so gentle and will smooch your bruises when you accidentally bump into stuff.

Will also do brushies on you when needed! Gotta make sure those nerves are firing correctly and that certain touches won’t overwhelm you too much!

(I hope these were ok! I know these were mostly for myself and some of these things I don’t have, the weighted blanket thing for example, but I know fellow autists have those! Btw to the anon that sent in the Lucario thing, seriously that’s just so precious and I haven’t ignored your ask! Trying to get back into writing has been a bit hard but I promise that it should be out before the 25th! - mod Goth)

#slight swearing #// swearing #hcs #pokemon hcs #pokemon headcanons #pokemon x reader #pokemon x human #autistic reader #feraligatr #dusknoir #gothitelle #now that i'm thinking about it #a dusknoir with teeth would be absolutely terrifying #thanks me #// accidental suggestiveness #whoops sorry about that slipped in #feraligatr x reader #gothitelle x reader #dusknoir x reader

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rataltouille · 5 years ago

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HOUSE PLANTS, UPDATE 1

this has been long overdue. typical, really. [novel intro found here.]

the story is currently eight chapters in but it's also a very strange eight chapters. i’m not really happy with half of these words because they're unnecessary ™ and dull ™ and serve no purpose whatsoever ™. i’m simply choosing to ignore that i need to cut them out. :’] here’s a note i made that perfectly captures my feelings so far:

before we go into the excerpts, i want to talk a bit about how house plants is structured because the format is whack. each chapter ranges from 3000-4000 words. A few vignettes, around 500 words, are sprinkled between these chapters. the chapters narrate events from the fictive past, while the vignettes are snippets into the fictive present [the point from where lilith is retelling the story]. additionally, an important plot thread is told entirely in the form of an epistolary [through letters] and so there's a bit more of confusion to navigate through. fun times.

and now for the excerpts. they're from the first three chapters and are very weird out of context. i think that each update will feature excerpts from three consequent chapters, but that may change as we get closer to spoiler land.

excerpts:

chapter one

the novel kicks off with an odd vignette featuring an unhinged willow and an innocent lilith. chronologically, this is set way back, the earliest scene ever, around when lilith was ten or eleven. it’s meant to establish a sense of unease and to thread the unsettling undertone i’m going for. it's also major foreshadowing but we don't talk about that here. i’m not giving away much because there's not many excerpts to scrape out from a dialogue-heavy vignette like this.

”Here, let me help, mother.”

I tried guiding your palms to the rim of the pot, but you moved them away. From the brief touch, my fingers came away with moisture. On second glance, your knuckles were bathed in sweat. Your veins pulsed and your hands shivered. You gave me a wide-eyed glance, dumped the plant atop the brown, and stood up. You wiped the dirt away on your jeans. From below, with sunlight teetering over your golden hair, you were a personification of God. But were you, really? Does God fear their children? Does God volunteer to garden? I didn't know what God truly meant. I don't now either. But I’m certain it wasn't you.

”Sorry, Lilith. My pollen allergy is acting up.”

It's stunning how it ran in our blood, lying effortlessly.

chapter two

immediately after this we’re pulled off into the linear non-vignette chapter thing, aka the second chapter. [god what am i doing with this structure]. it starts with a soft little reminiscent bit about juniper?? i’m exploiting the tense a lot but it's been fun. (:

The first time she smiled at me is knit into me, like I’m not myself without it. I’m not. She breathed change and I ran with it. Whenever she gazed at me, with sunset dripping behind her head, or with rain clouds dotting her hairline, she’d smile. It was the sound of a ukulele in a winter draft, the kiss of dew on my favourite hemlock, the fond mythical curl of my father’s arms around me. There’s a phantom of love everywhere, and I almost caught it sneaking around her. Even now, Juniper dozes so soundly; she’s replaced everything I wanted you to be and everything you never were. You’d know, of course. You always have.

willow is officially introduced soon after, and so is one of the major plot threads, i.e. lilith’s correspondence with her dad. this excerpt is to show how the family feel about each other became, like i mentioned, there’s a lot of tea to be split here. not gonna lie, this paragraph reads as kinds pure.

You— the town called you Wistful Willow, but they did so behind your back and on postcards to neighbours— had a special lilt in your tone every time you spoke his name. ”Isac,” your lips would curl, almost a smile, and I’d smile back. You loved it, the sound of his name. It had become a ritual for us, pouring our sorrow and joy and unrest and comfort into those two syllables. A fallback plan, I suppose; there was always father to rely on amidst chaos.

willow is constantly at home and she’s probably not seen the outside world in a million years. she either cooks, reads, sits in a bathtub, or does everything at the same time. not odd at all.

The bathroom door, thick oak painted ivory, was right across where I stood. The house was large and empty, and I had three places— study, bedroom, garden— to myself. I lived only with you, so it was mostly quiet, except on Saturdays when we got father’s mail and watched TV together. That Saturday we had seen an old movie from the 70s, a random romance that neither of us cared for, but watched out of duty.

The door was shut. From it came the sound of pages rustling, not unlike a delicate breeze playing with the fronds of croton plants. I knocked softly.

”Come in, ” you said, a splash of water punctuating your voice.

I entered to find you half-immersed in the bathtub, one hand holding a novel, the other limp across the rim. There lingered the scent of soapy water, rose-tinted, and all over the tiled walls was the water’s reflection, a glow of opulence. You were half-naked, your garments drifting like algae. Your habit of reading in the bathtub had been increasing lately. You looked at me, questioning.

there’s also the introduction of lilith’s best friends marcy and faun, where they lay down in the middle of a field after a tiring cricket match and banter all through the evening. i’m really enjoying the trio’s friendship; it's both fun to write and they’re just so pure.

”If you insult Henry one more time, Marce...”

”He actually named the butterfly.” Her eyes were wide and amused; she dug up mud with her nails and flicked it upwards, glanced at me. ”Lilith. He named his fucking butterfly.”

”Faun, it's dead. You keep it in a box, ” I said.

”The dead don't magically lose their names, ” he countered.

Our laughter drafted into town. I don't think it heard.

chapter three

this is kind of uneventful but it sets up some major subplots. i might push it to later in the book, but i’m happy with where it it's right now. lilith randomly keeps reminiscing throughout so that’s convenient. this excerpt is about willow and thus is unreliable as hell. willow ain't good and lilith ain't 100% sincere narrating this right now, so don't let its pureness fool you.

People in town, I’d hear, found you odd and unsociable, cold and distant. I always scoffed when they told me so. They only knew the Willow who never attended community gatherings, who’d gaze out absentmindedly from the porch, who’d more so see than observe, hear than listen. They didn't know the Willow who was my mother, who hated loud noises, who loved her novels with a passion, who spoke so serenely— and rarely— that you hung onto her every word. Only I saw this side of you, and that suited me just fine.

there’s a scene where lilith [accidentally] spies on marcy and another guy. their conversation makes lilith tangent off in her head.

Marcy spoke detachedly, like she was speaking through a filter of not caring. I worried for her and her charade. It didn't help that scented letters confessing love often found their way to her locker, or that roses were shoved in her face as if her admirers loved her so much that they forgot she was allergic to them. Idolisation and adoration took extreme forms; she was stalked for a month and sent death threats. She would put on a disguise of indifference and seem unbothered, but at night she’d soak her pillow and lose sleep, then inform us the next day about her insomnia so casually that we almost forgot how easily she hurt.

i’m not going to lie, the last line in this excerpt was just me indulging myself with the knowledge of the climax. i need to stop slipping in random tone changes like this lol.

My walk home finished quick, though my feet expressed exhaustion. I was right on time, too; you were sitting by your coffee table, glasses crooked upon your nose, a new novel— this one a bright red sky, gold print, gauzy— resting beside warm coffee. You barely smiled, but that was because you were daydreaming. I was familiar with every tell: your eyes would tilt towards my forehead, your lips would stretch, your fingers would drum on whatever you were holding. I’d always let you be when you drowned into your head. Did you ever notice that, Mother? Have you ventured out of your mind to witness my efforts?

and finally some food for thought. yes, that pun was intended. i’ll see myself out.

”Dinner’s ready, dear,” you called. I groaned out my fatigue and left my room, hoping to abandon my unflattering thoughts. In the kitchen, I helped you set the table. Soon we were both sipping hot carrot soup with a side of breadsticks. You were already invested in the novel. I held the spoon, the heat barely registering, and watched you drift through fiction and reality like a will o’ the wisp. Maybe I could read for escapism, too. It would do me good.

that’s all for today! thanks for reading so far; support is, as always, appreciated. hope you liked these excerpts ✨

#house plants #writeblr #am writing #spare some love please i can’t believe the amount of time i spent on this post 😔🙏#house plants update

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haro-whumps · 5 years ago

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Group Whumpees 8: Need

CW: death ment, slavery, crying, multiple whumpees, aftermath of abuse, abusive relationship from the victim’s perspective

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The problem with having sex dreams was that they absolutely never made sense, involved kinks Galo himself did not have, and weren’t even particularly arousing. They just left him vaguely unsettled and staring up at his ceiling with his arms crossed over his belly, squinting.

“Alright. So that’s how we start today, I guess,” he muttered, and hauled himself upright. He unwound the bandage on his arm and surveyed his wounds, and decided that it was time to do away with the bandages, and probably gonna be the last day to disinfect the cuts. He was healing well. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, grabbed the disinfectant, and went to the kitchen.

Now that the funeral was out of the way and he didn’t have arrangements to make or family to talk to or furniture to move, his number one priority could be focusing on helping the slaves. If he were to create a sliding scale on how well they were doing, he would probably put Nyla and Greyson closer to “better” and Evan, Sasha, and Lilah closer to “worse.” Sasha was petrified of him, but she’d done best when he had her making food for the funeral. So he drew the conclusion that she liked to feel useful, and was more at ease when she had a task to focus on, rather than just, like, Galo’s presence or whatever.

So.

“Morning Sasha,” he greeted as he entered the kitchen. She took her thumb off the blender--she’d taken to making his shakes for him, in the mornings, and he had to admit she got them just how he liked--and kissed his extended hand. “Mind helping me with my arm? It goes faster if someone else does it for me.”

Sasha took the disinfectant seriously, focused solely on the task, and he smiled a little. She was kind of intense, in her own quiet way. He found it charming.

“Thanks.” He flexed his hand to test his arm, not making the mistake of flexing the arm itself, and gave a nod of approval. “Has everyone been eating?” Galo asked, knowing he’d not really been around much, the last few days. If anyone had missed meals, he wouldn’t know.

Sasha nodded. Her eyes were wide and downcast, as she handed over his thermos, and he bent over so he could smile at her.

“Good girl, Sasha!” Her eyes darted to him, then down, a flimsy smile tugging at her lips and her shoulders hunching slightly. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Or, well, see. Keep it up, okay?” Galo prompted with a hand on her right shoulder. Another nod, and he gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Good girl.” Another fleeting smile.

Sasha liked praise. Evan did not seem to. Nyla did, Greyson was outwardly passive about it, and Galo still hadn’t seen a lot of Lilah. Just The Incident™ and the introduction meeting and not much else.

He tried to think while he was on the treadmill, formulate some kind of plan on what he was going to do with them all. He knew stability was going to be key. A routine was a must, and to be fair, Galo would need one too. His boss had told him not to bother with the two weeks and so he’d officially quit his job, but just going to the gym wasn’t going to be enough structure for him.

He should volunteer. Put in hours at a soup kitchen or animal shelter or something. He’d look up local volunteer efforts in his city when he got home; if he gave four hours every weekday that’d be enough to give him structure, but not so much that Galo would get fatigued or overwhelmed. After deciding on that course of action, he just ran, mind blank and body sweating.

He showered, drove home, threw a fleece around his shoulders (it was a pleasantly cool day), and then dutifully pulled up his laptop. He opened his notebook and flipped to a blank page, and wrote down “Ongoing observations of praise” with an underline, then listed how each slave currently reacted to it. He also wrote down where they preferred touch, if at all, and then put it away with the intent on updating the list as time progressed.

He scrolled immediately past any religious-based volunteer groups, not interested in that shit in the slightest, and quirked his lips as he passed by hospitals and blood drives. He was not a medical professional, and while he could theoretically keep up in an environment that fast-paced did he really want to? Nah. He was retiring in his thirties, at least at the start he intended to take it easy and enjoy it as best he could, given the situation with the slaves. So probably not gonna take it easy for a while. But all the more reason not to burn himself out at his replacement for a job.

He opened a tab for a volunteer firefighter group. He was physically very fit, and fire wasn’t a particular phobia of his. But again, fast paced and high stress, maybe not the best choice for right that particular moment. He bookmarked it, though. Maybe later.

Then he opened a tab for his city’s parks and recreation organization, and got interested. He clicked around a bit, gathering that there was a very wide range of opportunities and tasks that needed handled, pretty much year round, and hey, he’d take rainy days off. He emailed the person listed on the site and detailed that he was freshly unemployed, was looking for daily tasks, was interested in litter cleanup, mulching, gardening, and painting outdoor benches and picnic shelters, and he could start pretty much immediately. He lived in a large city, so there were quite literally hundreds of parks that needed tending. He, a single volunteer, would not be held responsible for anything more than his part, and he was genuinely excited by the idea of doing more with plants than just the little potted buddy on his windowsill.

“Master?”

Galo snapped out of his thoughts, head whipping over and then down, to find Greyson kneeling next to his chair.

“Hey, Greyson,” Galo said, blinking and recalibrating his brain. How long had he been there? Galo hadn’t heard him come in.

“Do I interrupt, Master?” he asked without looking up from the carpet.

Galo glanced at his computer screen, with his email that he’d finished drafting but needed to read over before he sent it. Lying was not a good basis for a relationship, but telling Greyson yes might spook him.

“It’s nothing that can’t wait,” he decided on, a truth that ideally took pressure off of Greyson. “What’s up?”

“I would like to request an indulgence, Master Galo. I will do anything you ask in return.”

“You already do everything I ask you to do, Greyson,” Galo pointed out with a gentle chuckle, leaning over the armrest to brush his fingers over the back of Greyson’s jacket. Again, no outward reaction, but Galo assumed Greyson would at least tense if he didn’t like it, so? Galo tugged on the fabric of his jacket, urging him to sit on the floor itself instead of his heels, and Greyson moved fluidly, legs bent to the side. “Go ahead and just ask.”

“May I visit Mistress Bethany’s grave?”

Galo blinked, neither of them moving for a long moment. That was not on the list of things he expected to be asked for. He didn’t have an official list or anything, but if he did, it wouldn’t be on there.

Greyson didn’t seem like an overly vindictive type, so getting written up for public urination probably wasn’t on the schedule. Then again, Greyson didn’t seem like much of anything, from an outside perspective, and if anyone deserved to have her grave pissed on it was Galo’s aunt.

“Yeah, dude, sure. Like, now..?”

“Whenever Master would prefer,” Greyson said quietly, and Galo pat his back between the shoulder blades.

“Lemme wrap up this email and then we can head out, yeah?”

“Thank you Master.” Greyson waited with one hand braced on the carpet, the other resting in his lap, face low to the ground, entirely immobile. Galo might think he was a statue if he was going off of movement alone. He read over his email, corrected a spelling error and reworded his parting sentence, and then sent it.

“Alright, let’s vamonos.” Galo stood and the fleece around his shoulders flared briefly, like a cape almost, and he folded and hung it over the back of his chair. Greyson stood gracefully, and Galo took note of the bright red rose tucked into his breast pocket. It matched his tie. He didn’t comment, though; Greyson could do whatever he wanted with his appearance and Galo didn’t want to make it sound like he disapproved (and it was very easy for him to accidentally sound like he disapproved, here).

In the garage Greyson swaned ahead of Galo and opened the passenger side door, but did not actually get into the car until after Galo was sitting in the driver’s seat, buckling himself in. “You good, Greyson?”

“Yes, Master,” Greyson said, startling only just a little. Galo might have imagined it. Once he was also seated and buckled, Galo drove the now-familiar route to the cemetery, and pulled to a halt just next to the row.

“She’s the fresh grave at the end there,” Galo said, pointing in the direction. He thought carefully on how to word his next question. “Would you like me to come with you, or can I wait here in the car?”

“Whichever you prefer, Master.”

Eh, should’ve expected that. “I’ll wait here, then. You go do whatever you need to do; take your time. I’m in no rush.”

“Thank you Master.”

“Sure, Greyson.” Galo watched him leave the car and walk down the row, then pulled out his phone. Let the man have some privacy.

“Hello, Mistress,” Greyson said softly, consciously putting effort into moving fluidly, gracefully to his knees. The soil of the grave was still loose, freshly turned, and Greyson’s otherwise immaculate pants touched the strip of grass separating her from her neighbor with two silent thumps.

He took a deep breath. Master did not like when he knelt like this. Slowly, he shifted to sit on the ground, his legs to the side, like his living owner liked, not the one whose grave he sat beside.

“I would kiss your hand in greeting,” Greyson whispered, “but that is not an option any longer.”

Agitation welled inside him. He was sitting incorrectly. He’d learned this lesson, learned proper posture over and over and over with each smoking cigarette. And although Master Galo insisted on new posture, it was not Master Galo that Greyson knelt next to in that moment.

He lurched forward, hand coming up to cover his mouth, and he knelt properly, like he was meant to. His Mistress was dead, but he would kneel beside her grave like he knelt beside her in life. His anxiety abated, slowly, but markedly, as he knelt low to the grass.

“I apologize, Mistress. I reacted poorly,” he whispered to the dirt. It made one of the knots in his stomach loosen, if not unwind. And Mistress was no longer here to punish him for the infraction, so his apology really was the end of it. He knelt there, breathing, saying nothing, for a time.

He should… ‘do whatever he needed to do,’ and stop wasting Master Galo’s time. But he’d urged him to take as long as he needed, and just this once, Greyson would like to actually do what he’d set out to.

But what to say? What to say.

“Your nephew is nothing like you,” Greyson said, hands clasped pristinely in his lap. “We do not understand him at all. He’s pleasant and cheerful, slow to anger, we don’t know his rules, and his punishments have been mild, more or less. Hunger and recitations, so far.”

Greyson lifted his head, kneeling with his spine straight, most of his weight on his ankles. He stared forward, chin and eyes perfectly level. He took in the rows and rows of headstones, the occasional splash of color where people had left flowers. Mistress’s own grave had many, leftover from the ceremony two days before. Without looking, he lifted his hands and unfastened the rose from his breast.

“I wish I knew why I wanted to come here, so badly,” he said, lowering his hands to his lap again, flower clasped between them. He cradled it loosely, careful of its thorns. “I wish I knew what I was looking for.”

He saw the gust of wind before he felt it, rolling through the grass, past the headstones, before rustling him gently. There were a few trees, in this cemetery, but none close to him, and they were fairly far away from each other.

“I hated you.” He said it louder than the rest he had said so far, harder. He would’ve been beaten for that tone, if she were alive, and not a bad memory lying six feet below him and a little to the right.

“I hated you,” he repeated, quieter, and he felt his throat constrict, his chin spark with unwelcome tension. He blinked. He looked up, breathing in deeply. He willed himself not to tear up.

“I hated you,” he whispered skyward, to the woman who was certainly not.

Rose clasped gently in one hand, he gingerly removed his glasses and folded their arms, individually, and set them in front of him. Normally, if he was kneeling for his Mistress and his glasses were off, it was because she intended to hurt him, and didn’t want to break his glasses. Such an expense was not something to be wasted on the likes of him.

“I hated you,” he said, barely audible at all.

He lifted one knobby hand to his face and covered his eyes, grinding his jaw as his lips pulled back, a sob trapped behind his teeth. His body curled forward, not to submit, not to bow, just in on itself as the tears spilled over, tension lancing his body so badly his hearing whited out for a moment.

“I loved you,” he gasped, and there. He’d said it. “I miss you as much as I don’t.” He fumbled for the tissue he’d had the foresight to bring and blew his nose twice, then held it beneath his nose. His tears were, at this point, a lost cause.

“I hate you, I’m glad you’re dead. You hurt the others so badly. You hurt me all my life. You were cruel and unrelenting and the one time I prayed, I prayed for your death.”

Greyson sobbed, fingers curling instinctively tighter around the rose, thorns pressing into his skin in warning. No further.

“But I knew you,” he whined, some distant and untouchable part of him surprised by how high his own voice was, “You were fussy and always so anxious about what other people thought of you, and when good things happened unexpectedly you would get so happy…”

Greyson bent over all the way, fist to the dirt, flower poking out the top, the back of his hand pressed to his thighs as he held the tissue to his face, still.

“I hated you,” he insisted, begging to be believed, “I hated you so much.” He blew and wiped his nose, running out of dry spots on the tissue. He wanted, so badly, to lie down on his side, to curl up around her leg with his hand to her ankle, beseeching, like he used to. He crumpled the wet tissue in his hand, used up, nothing left for it but to be discarded.

He wept.

Galo had started with 195 unread emails in his inbox, and had now successfully pared them down to 17. Most of those were marked unread for strategic reasons, so he wasn’t lowering that number beyond that. He’d responded to all social media notifications, and had even popped into his guilds’ discords to let everyone know that he wasn’t dead, just that his aunt was. He told them he’d ideally be back online here sometime in the future, but he wasn’t quite sure when.

He enjoyed that, when his guildies sent their condolences, he was able to respond with nah dw abt it, she was a heinous bitch and the world is better with her gone. He also enjoyed that he pretty much immediately heard back from someone agreeing and sharing an anecdote about their own shitty family members, may they not rest in peace at all.

Should Galo… check on Greyson? He knew he told the guy to take as long as he needed, but it had been well over an hour. He glanced at the clock and told himself he’d wait ten more minutes. Ten more, and then he’d wander over. At least ask if the guy wanted to talk about it, if everything was otherwise fine.

Greyson pocketed the wet tissue; these pants would need washed, anyway. He fumbled only momentarily before he got his glasses back on his face. He uncurled his fingers so the rose perched on his open palm, red pricks from where he’d gripped too hard marking his hand, but that was fine. They were shallow, and the blood was dry.

The grave had a mass of flowers already, left by Mistress’s large network of peers, friends, family. The rose became indistinct the moment he set it down, a single bloom amongst many.

He left it there as he stood, sorely, and he actually had the audacity to catch himself on her headstone when his right knee buckled. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. He stood, bent improperly, waiting for blood to circulate into his legs again.

He turned, and forced himself to look at the car, still idling where he’d left it. Now he had to return to his Master, the one who was alive, and answer for the time he’d wasted. Pay whatever price his request had incurred.

Master Galo had been right, after all. Greyson would do anything he liked, with or without the indulgence. Master could order him, and he could hurt or use or claim Greyson whenever and however he desired; perhaps only Mistress Bethany had looked for reasons and excuses to do so. Perhaps such was part of her games, but not his.

Greyson walked smoothly, with the practiced grace of three decades in his heels. He opened the car door (fearing only in the moment that he pulled the handle that it might be locked) and sat down, buckling himself. He knew how he must look. Dirt on his pants, his face an ugly wreck.

Master Galo made no comment, only opened the center console and handed Greyson a pack of tissues.

“Thank you, Master,” Greyson said hoarsely.

“Yeah, dude,” Master said softly. He put the car in drive and said nothing else, the entire drive home.

Once inside, he placed his hand on Greyson’s shoulder and told him, “Take it easy, yeah?”

“Yes Master,” Greyson said, even though he had no idea why that was his owner’s reaction. He’d wasted his time, as well as his own. He should work harder, to make up for the time lost, not take it easy. But an order was an order. And whatever Master Galo’s games were, this one, at least, the family was fairly certain they knew. He wanted to be obeyed, even if the orders made no sense, even if they were strange and confusing.

But Greyson was good at obeying. Even if the orders made no sense. Even if they were strange and confusing. So he would obey, and if he obeyed, maybe he and his family could stay “winning” this round of Master Galo’s mindgames.

Nyla, however, there would be no winning with.

“Where were you?” Nyla hissed, frantic, one hand cupping Greyson’s cheek, her other pressed firmly to the center of his chest as she backed him into the hallway wall.

“I asked Master Galo to take me to Mistress’s grave. He indulged me.”

“He--you asked for an indulgence?!” Nyla asked, aghast. Greyson didn’t need to nod. “Did you at least have to pay for it?”

“More mindgames.”

“More mindgames--!” Nyla cut herself off, one hand pressed to the cool wood by Greyson’s ear, the other making a fist and coming down, very lightly, twice to the center of his chest. “Grey.”

“Nyla.”

“I rely on you; you know that?”

Greyson lifted his hands and settled them gently on Nyla’s hips. “I know.”

“I need you to not go off the rails, okay? For me? I need to know you’re not going to be reckless and do stupid things anymore. Please.”

“I promise,” Greyson said quietly, “I will not ask for another indulgence. Not until you say I may.”

Nyla sighed, her head dropping and replacing her fist on his chest. He pulled her into a hug, and she returned it tiredly.

“You hold this family together, Nyla.” He kissed her hair. “I’m not trying to make that more difficult for you than it already is.”

“So why--” She took a deep breath. “Why did you ask for an indulgence?” she asked at a much more reasonable volume. “Why that indulgence, specifically?”

Yeah, it’d be really nice, if he knew the answer to that.

“I can’t explain it,” he said honestly, arms tightening around her warm solidity only briefly. “I needed to. I’m sorry.”

He held her, lips pressed to her hair, arms around each other, until Sasha arrived with a soft, “Uhm, Grey?”

Her hands were anxiously tugging on the lock of hair she kept free, specifically for the purpose of anxious tugging. “M-Master said you’re h-home. You need t-to eat.”

“Thank you, Sasha.” Greyson nudged the side of Nyla’s head with his nose before the separated. “Master ordered that I ‘take it easy,’ too. I don’t know why.”

Nyla rubbed at her face. “More mindgames.”

He offered her a smile, terse and a little strained, but well-intentioned, and she was good at reading the meanings of his gestures. She bumped her knuckles against his chest and went off, and Greyson smiled at Sasha, who looked at him with worried eyes.

“Lead on.”

Sasha’s lips quirked briefly and she returned to the kitchen. Greyson trailed after her, silent as a ghost.

#gw #whump #death mention #death ment #crying #aftermath of torture #mourning #mine #writing #greyson #galo #nyla #sasha #slave #slave whump #multiple whumpees

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honeycombme · 5 years ago

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Easy as Breathing (PT. 2)

Clyde has never looked so sweet.

Part 2!

(Pt 3 available here!)

Your fingertips shook ever so slightly as they pulled clothes from your dresser. What do you even wear camping. Nothing you dredged up from the depths of your drawers was satisfying the goal you had in mind. Of course, all you wanted to do was feel desirable, but how do you do that when you’ll just be sweaty and gross for the entire weekend? You decided to just text Lauren. You wrote, “EMERGENCY. Wtf am i supposed to wear to keep Clyde’s attention? Surely not the t-shirt from my middle school robotics team?!”

You felt even more frantic. Bathing suits. You didn’t have anything other than a cheap, all black one-piece. You texted Lauren again. “Ok ok and bathing suits...i’m fucked”. You took a shaky breath, piling in essentials you at least knew you’d need. After all the toiletries and whatnot were sorted, you checked your phone. Lauren must’ve been having a ball.

“Oh sweetpea, honeybear, sugarplum. I’m at the mall right now, what’s your size?” Her text burned into your retinas as you contemplated whether or not to give her this power. You relented, realizing you were already a lost cause and she could only help from here. After she received your text about sizes, she sent a wink emoji. Winking….about what???

You decided to fold up every piece of clothing you ripped out of your dresser while you waited for her to let you know whether or not she had any luck with bathing suits or clothes. You bargained with yourself, realizing t-shirts, shorts, and leggings would just have to do in this case. You folded everything neatly into a duffle bag, cursing under your breath at your nerves.

Your phone dinged. When you unlocked the screen, Clyde’s name came into view. Your heart fluttered and you felt the butterflies again. You’d been texting on and off since last night you went to the bar, getting to know each other little by little. You learned that he loves spaghetti and the smell of the Earth fresh after the rain. You learned that he was in the military and that he enjoys the moon more than the sun. You learned that his favorite dessert was peach cobbler. You also learned that you wanted to learn everything about him.

He texted, “Just finished puttin some booze in a cooler for us, that way everything’ll be nice and chilled when we get there. I’m sure excited to be gettin there and settlin’ down for the night. I hope you’re as excited as I am, darlin.” You leaned against the closest wall you could find, re-reading the text over and over as you sighed. No matter what you wore, you were certain it’d be perfect.

Lauren proposed that you both drive together to minimize the amount of cars at the campsite. When she showed up, she invited herself in to help you with bags. She looked you up and down as she saw you standing in your living room, closing the door and whipping her head back around. In her hands was a small fabric bag and she began pulling out the contents.

“Ok so I packed you the swimsuit and a couple other essentials; however, we need to fix this outfit immediately,” she laughed, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Listen dear, you’re perfect; but if i’m going to live vicariously through you, i’m gonna need you to put these on.” She held out her hand, holding a few items of clothing.

You unfurled the clothes, revealing a cropped, v-neck tank top, high-waisted jean shorts, a thin, loose cardigan, and a ballcap. You looked from the clothing to her, panic rising in your throat.

“Y/n, it’s going to be fine. This way you’ll be more comfortable, too. It’s hotter than a rattlesnakes taint out there.” Lauren was perfect. She always had a quip to make you laugh, put you at ease. You ran into the bathroom and changed as fast as you could, trying not to look at yourself in the mirror too hard. When you walked out, she praised you.

“YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS girl, I AM drooling. I’m quite the life saver. No need to thank me, let’s just get outta here, shall we?” With a spring in her step, she grabbed the bag and walked out of the door. You picked up your own bag and shuffled out, locking the door behind you. And so it begins.

When you arrived at the campsite, there was a man in a guard shack checking every vehicle in. As Lauren approached, she stated the party’s name (Clyde Logan…*sigh*) and the man let you through. You drove for about 20 minutes around and around seemingly endless trees, camp sites, and then back the place you started.

“Fuck,” gritted Lauren. She was visibly frustrated, and you were no better to navigate the woods than her. You decided to text Clyde.

“Classic. Girls lost in the woods. Any way you can give me a play by play on how to get there?” You sent your text in a flash. Only seconds later, Clyde’s name appeared on your screen; he was calling.

Your stomach dropped but you answered quickly (too quickly? Oh shut up y/n).

“Hey there darlin’ can ya give me an idea of where you’re at? I can walk up to the main street ta meet ya.” His southern drawl was exceptional, I mean. WHERE did he pick this gorgeous twang from, the heavens?

You chatted quickly about your surroundings, coming about a gentleman holding a phone, looking in the other direction. It was him. His hair was halfway pulled back into a convenient bun, t-shirt ripped open on the sides revealing his sides and chest. You shuddered slightly. When he turned his head your way, Lauren had slowed down drastically. He smiled and waved his arms for you to follow him. The path became littered with branched and trees, the further you drove in, the thicker the foliage became. Lauren kept a decent distance between him and the car.

“Sure is looking like a snack for you, hmm?” she teased. She bit her tongue and smiled wildly when you glanced at her, pleading. Your nerves were already shot, and you felt way out of your element in this outfit. The skin that was exposed feeling every draft that passed you.

When the car stopped, your stomach jolted upwards. You exited the car, tugging at the hem of the crop top to try and regain some modesty. Clyde was talking to Jimmy, but when he looked over and saw you, he jogged over to help.

“Ya made it in one piece, ladies,” he beamed, giving Lauren the quickest of embraces. He made his way to you, smiling wildly as he placed an arm around you tightly, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. You could’ve sworn he breathed you in. When he pulled away, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the skin between your shorts and your crop top. You were immediately away of your exposed skin again, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

He led you into the clearing of the campsite, holding you and Lauren’s bags over his shoulder. She reached for hers as he showed you where your tent was, escaping into the tent to set her stuff up. He placed yours down next to his tent.

“This here’s Jimmy Logan, worst best brother ta ever walk the earth-” Clyde stated as Jimmy walked towards you arms open.

“And you must be the pretty little thing he’s been ravin’ about, c’mere sweetie,” Jimmy Logan’s arms were around you in the blink of an eye, Your left hand raising to pat his back. As he pulled away, you noticed how bright his eyes were, a stark contrast from Clyde’s molasses colored eyes. His smile was warm and genuine, an honest smile you realized you needed to see. Jimmy’s friend introduced himself and you shook hands, becoming acquainted with everyone.

When Lauren reappeared, she also received the same introductions, hugs and quips. You were both led through the options for dinner and available snacks, Clyde hanging around in the background sipping a beer. He was tending to a small fire, attempting to build it into one that would last the evening. Lauren and you spent a good fifteen minutes applying sunscreen and bugspray, leaving you both slightly greasy with a bit of sickly perfume hanging on your skin.

A few hours had gone by and drinks were heavily passed around, sitting by the fire. No one was shy to drink from Jimmy’s friend’s flask after a few drinks, and boy did it burn. You swallowed an accidental mouthful from the flask, trying to regain control of your facial expression as it burned your esophagus.

“That there is my momma’s best apple pie moonshine,” declared Jimmy’s friend. “She won awards from it….there’s another handle in my trunk.” He laughed, holding his belly as the flask made its way back to him.

“Sometimes I honestly believe your momma’s been tryna kill you with that stuff,” chuckled Jimmy, slapping his chest as the remnants of the moonshine trickled down. You smiled into the heat of the fire and the heat in your veins. Shit. You were a little drunk.

You were saved by Clyde pulling out hot dogs and the works. You mowed down probably two...maybe three hot dogs when you felt you had control of your mouth. Jimmy and his friend spent the sunset asking you and Lauren questions about your lives. He kept referring to you as “city girls” and acting in awe of the life you had back in New England. It was interesting to see their reactions to your everyday ventures.

You asked the same amount of questions in return, learning about Jimmy’s criminal past (he has nothing to hide) and his hopes for the future. Clyde remained quiet and attentive, soaking in all the information. You turned to face him. “What about you, mister tall, dark and mysterious?” You felt brazen, realizing you didn’t mean to put him on the spot. Clyde just smiled at you.

“I’ll tell ya anything you wanna know, miss.”

You all got to talking about how Clyde came to own Duck Tape, how he and Jimmy got themselves into all sorts of trouble, and how they used to come to this campsite to get away from all the negatives in their lives.

The sun was beyond set and you began to feel the draft of the air against your skin becoming colder and colder. Without realizing you were, you started shivering; teeth chattering every so often as you attempted to stifle it. It was nerves as well, Lauren and Jimmy’s friend hit it off, deciding to go watch the fireflies by the lake's edge. Now it was you, Clyde, and Jimmy.

“Welp, since the suns down I’m gonna take this chance to go wash off the day. You guys need anything, you holler.” Jimmy stood promptly, grabbing his bag from beside his tent and walked off into the woods.

“Shower?” you questioned Clyde. You didn’t realize but he had stood when Jimmy did, perhaps he wanted to go shower as well.

“Yeah, it’s like a quarter-for-a-few-minutes of hot water deal,” he explained. “It’s in an old log cabin up the road.”

“Aaah,” you teased, “so this isn’t real camping..”

He came to sit by your side, shoving you playfully with his shoulder. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin ta stay pampered,” he let his hair out of the bun and shook it loose. You could smell the spicy shampoo from his hair, the deodorant clinging to his skin, the peppery cologne he must be wearing…He chuckled at his own playfulness

You breathed in deep. “Mmm tell me you brought some of that shampoo to share, mister Logan.” You smiled sweetly at Clyde and then looked back to the crackling fire. Another gust of wind, stronger than the others, attacked your exposed skin, causing you to shiver. Clyde noticed, getting up and walking towards his tent. How could this hot, muggy place have such freezing night time drafts?

Clyde returned with a balled up piece of clothing in his hand. “Arms up,” he demanded. You looked to him confused, raising your arms. He pulled the material out and draped it around your arms, tugging it down until your hands met the holes of a shirt. He grabbed his own shirt for you to wear...to keep you warm. You melted. It smelled just like him. Not exposed to the smell of burning wood, the shirt exuded his scent, each subtle note gracing your senses. You sighed as the shirt enveloped you, coming to your thighs.

The heat of the fire on your shins matched the heat in your cheeks now. Clyde seemed closer than ever, yet the two of you were silent.

“Clyde?” Your voice pierced a scared rhythm of crackling in the embers of the fire.

“Y/n?” he replied.

“I think you’re too cool for me,” you joked, halfway believing it.

He smiled wide, “Too cool...ain’t never heard that one before. Truth be told, i’m a little shy. And hell, maybe a little nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah...i’m not real good at the whole...smooth talkin’ thing.” He looked from the fire to the ground. You turned to face him.

“Smooth talkin’ thing,” you repeated. “Clyde, you don’t need to play games with people, you’re the real deal. That’s why all the women at the bar hang on your every word, why I come as often-” You stopped yourself. Don’t give too much away, damnit. Even if the moonshine is strong, you needed to at least not make yourself vulnerable. You looked to the ground, then to his prosthetic arm which was glinting in the fire. In your peripheral vision, Clyde was looking down at you with the faintest smirk.

“Yes, miss y/n? Please continue,” he demanded.

You huffed a breath through your nose, taking a sip of the drink you had been nursing. “All i’m saying is...I can’t seem to get enough of being around you. You make this whole reassignment..I don’t know...brighter? Sweeter? You make everything as easy as breathing when I come to see you at the bar. I’m sure you get a lot of this, but it sure means a lot to me to have you around.” You weren’t sure where you pulled the courage to say all of this, but you realized you’d begun shaking from nerves.

Clyde’s eyes contained the image of the fire reflected back to you. Of course they did. He’s the only person that’s made you feel hotter than the West Virginia sun. The only face you’ve pictured late at night when your hands dip below your panty line. The only thing giving you a glimmer of hope for happiness in this lonely town. You were only able to hold his gaze for a moment. His hair was curling at the ends from the humidity, a slight breeze sending the scent of his shampoo to your senses.

“You must not know how much I think of you, y/n,” he began, “ever since you been comin’ to my bar for a laugh, I’ve been hangin off every word you say to me.” He looked down at his shirt wrapped around your body. “You are the highlight of my day, every time I see your pretty face gracin’ my bar. I love makin’ you your favorite drinks, watchin you sip and be happy with your girlfriend...hell, i’d do anything to make you feel happy,” he chuckled. “I honestly never thought I stood a chance with lady as beautiful as you, always comin to see me in those perfect dresses.”

You shuddered at the thought of him noticing you in your dress, wondering what you were wearing underneath, how the fabric would feel against his skin…

“Y/n!” yelled Lauren.

You both perked up, not realizing how close your faces had gotten in your conversation. You became acutely aware of the smoke coming your way in contrast to the scent of Clyde’s body coming closer to yours. You turned to face Lauren, walking with Jimmy’s friend.

“Yes, Lauren?”

@callmehopeless...because I LOVE annoying you with attention

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x you #logan lucky #adam driver #this is a fanfic #fanfiction #clyde is so sweet #drinking #camping #pining #best friend #cars #driving #woods #jimmy logan #sunset #hot dogs #oooooooh yea

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lizbotw · 4 years ago

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Okay. I think I’ll finally confess, because I’m way too excited for us to have matching themes. (Also gonna put that you’re my “buddy” in my description if we are gonna match themes lmao👀)Since you’re favourite character is Reiner, mine is........

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.....Bertholdt!!!!! :DDD You’ve guessed right this whole time but it was hilarious watching the entire progress of my keeping info away from you and leaving you in the dark😌ALSO PLEASE TELL ME YOUR THINKIG PROCESS AND HOW YOU ALREADY HAD AN IDEA OF MY “TASTE” WHAT-you have idea how hard it was to keep it from you without bursting into my endles compliments I have for this tall precious boy who deserves the world🥺 I’ve been having some ideas but also wanted to let you guess..however it was too painful to wait because you were RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT but you still were unsure and thought it might be Marco or Reiner still aha, and none of this would’ve even been possible if I never mentioned the name because apparently you didn’t even remembered that he existed in the anime😭 So underrated.....Okay I was thinking of changing my quote in the blog name to one of Bert’s quotes and maybe you could do one too? Not to mention matching icons?🥺It sounds like so much fun but idk if you’re up for it..?? 😌Anyways you’re response to my ask was so soft, I’ll just go happily cry in a corner while doing my hw-

KRISTY ISTG I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU I FUCKING KNEW IT as soon as i saw him i was like “i just KNOW kristy is heads over heels for this fucking man” what other guy would you like!!! the answer is none of them!!! only him!!! okay the rest is under the cut because this was an entire journey and a half smh but you ASKED FOR IT

my thought process? whooo this is messy but okay. also if i say it now i won’t have to say it later so i’ll just unload everything here. much easier than ranting in ur dms. also you don’t have to like... reply, you can just read it because i am just delivering what you asked for

okay i’ll confess too, i wasn’t unsure about my answer AT ALL, that was just a cover up 😭 IDK AJDNSJAJ i was so SURE it was him, but there’s always the chance there’s someone else but also literally could not see you liking anyone else. i 100% knew it wasn’t marco bc um... he’ll be gone soon ❤️ idk when but soon. so he’s not exactly a good choice for a long-term fav, but i was like let’s just add him in for some ~mystery~ and also tbh you kinda exposed urself that it’s not him when you said a long time ago that ur okay with jean-marco matching icons but that you still really want me to figure out ur fav

i was trying to figure out how to say it ¿¿¿ as soon as i saw him i was like this is it. i’ve got to tell her. but i didn’t know how to word it AJJSJDJSJ “why do i feel like you like bertholdt 🤡” “ur in love with bertholdt aren’t you 😐” “bertholdt” (that’s right. just his name. and then i’d see how you react.) “him” “reiner’s bff... u like him don’t you” ALL OF IT and we weren’t as close then so i was like AJSJJSJDJ HOW TO WORD THINGS- the amount of times i almost said it but was like hmm... nvm let’s go back to discussing eren, that’s the safest thing to talk about rn. grrr i was just “it’s bertholdt, u like bertholdt u ABSOLUTELY LOVE BERTHOLDT I KNOW IT 🤡🤡🤡” like i could not figure out how to... convey. it was just 😐🤡😐🤡😐🤡 bc it’s HIM. but i was like ur gonna hate me if i say it like that but those were my emotions BC IT’S SO OBVIOUSSSSS

AND WHAT REINER????? nooo i absolutely KNEW you did not like him, plus you said you already had ur reiner phase smh kristy u are so obvious. SO OBVIOUS KRISTY IT HURTS but you also said you were being very careful and not giving me clues??? so i was thinking maybe i’m looking at things too surface level here. I AM NEVER SECOND GUESSING MYSELF AGAIN

i knew it was a guy even tho you kept saying “they” bc YEAH INTUITION 🧘‍♀️ only maybe i’d think you like christa or whatever but idk she’s like... not the first choice. hmm WAIT LMFAO ALSO YOU ALREADY SAID HANGE WAS UR FAV FEMALE CHARACTER kristy the things you say... the clues were enough to confirm my initial suspicions 😈 man me mentioning bertholdt = opening the floodgates for you YOU WERE SO EXCITED

let it be known that i was onto you from the start 😠 if you told me it was someone else i would be like “okay... lies” but in the back of my mind i would have known you must have an intense bertholdt phase at some point. it’s him. it’s always been him.

okay let me explain my relationship with bertholdt because i didn’t forget him ENTIRELY nooo don’t think that 😭 so he shows up with his buddy reiner and talks to eren ❤️ instantly is on my radar bc talking to my boy??? already am like “kristy vibes.” cut to jean existing 🥰 am only focused on him during trost arc bc eren died :( see reiner and annie together, so cute 💞 but where is bertholdt? i decide to write a thing about my thoughts on all the characters. i end up writing a paragraph on why bertholdt is sus bc he’s all but disappeared at this point 😐 felt bad bc it felt like i was slandering him unnecessarily and i knew i should be nice to him bc you like him and i didn’t want to hurt your feelings. i stare at the draft for weeks. decide to go back and look for bertholdt bc i felt like i had missed him (this brings us to current times). i see him, think he’s an okay guy, however seeing him also just leads to me gathering even more evidence that he’s sus. am panicking bc i want to share my thoughts but i don’t know how you will react. this leads to me tentatively telling you about how i think he’s pretty cool so you can see that i am NOT a bertholdt hater. slowly start mentioning my suspicions of a few different characters, etc. you know how it goes from there. i wanted to say it was bertholdt when i sent you that message but i chickened out idk so i was like “haha, this is NOT my official guess okay <3” 😍 grrr the fact that rn i was just going to be like “it’s bertholdt kristy. i know it and you don’t have to tell me i’m right because i already know i am” because i was like okay, we’re good friends at this point, anything i say will be fine <3 plus i was tired of living with this burden of knowledge AND NOW YOU’VE TAKEN THE REVEAL AWAY FROM ME that’s it, i’m going to find a new fav and not tell you about them and make you guess who it is. this is what you deserve.

he’s always been vaguely on my radar but anyway the point is i kept trying to figure out where he was but i’m blind so therefore i assumed he was up to no good. now that i have looked for him and seen him, i still believe he is up to no good (I MEAN THIS IN A NICE WAY PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME). omg i have things to say about him but i still don’t want to be mean 😭 he must have redeeming qualities bc you like him??? but. he gives me certain ~vibes~ LIKE LITERALLY LOOK AT HIM just standing there with reiner (speaking of which reiner is not off the hook either)

gahhh okay i should really just show you the theories thing okay it’s not so much theories now that i look at it but more so my thoughts on the characters i wrote bc slowly it’s becoming more and more irrelevant the more we talk so like... give me a sec and i’ll show you. ugh you know what i won’t even bother to edit it, you’ll see my RAW thoughts 😭 they haven’t really changed much anyway because i haven’t watched much aot lately. just use ur intuition and you’ll be able to tell which thoughts have changed for me 💆‍♀️ (read as: anything i say about “where is bertholdt” = he was there all along but i accidentally ignored him) he’s so endearingly cute tho... i am infuriated because i cannot love all these characters. this show... how does it do this to me. also you said you really hope i like whoever it is and i feel like for all the other characters it’s very obvious i’d like them bc they’re all so AKDKDKDK. plus i talked about how much i loved most of them anyway, he was one of the few i barely discussed my feelings about 👀

when we were talking about him i just KNEW you wanted to scream about how much you love him. i was like “do it kristy DO IT prove me right” but ur self control is unmatched, i could never. like you sprinkled in some praise for the other characters but i knew who you were REALLY thinking about ;))))) I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TOOK AWAY THE CHANCE FOR THE REVEAL AWAY FROM ME this is the equivalent of instantly knowing the answer to a question as soon as the teacher says it but then someone raises their hand faster than you 😐

hhhggg this is getting long but you wanted to know your type as i see it? (okay i just noticed you said “taste” actually but whatever, same thing) dude, bertholdt is the BLUEPRINT for all the guys you like rn. so sweet... like ur suga selfship. it’s so clear. potentially will do something i don’t want to say evil buuuuut, like hello??? DABI. there’s more but you get the point. the day you tell me you don’t like someone like bertholdt is the day i give up on eren. HAHA THERE’S SUCH A PATTERN plus the fact that bertholdt is legit all of those qualities rolled into one??? perfection. also before i even watched the show i saw pictures of him and he looked like someone you’d like so i kind of had that idea in my head from before to look out for him but i kept forgetting his name bc i can’t spell so i was like “who was that guy again” AND I COULDN’T SEARCH HIM UP BC I DIDN’T KNOW HIS NAME... oops? wowww if i wasn’t so shy and scared of you telling me i was wrong and then never talking to me again we would have been done with this whole thing a looooong time ago damn

matching icons yes omg reiner 🥰 he’s all mine now 🥰 damn wait i just changed my icon and i kind of like the vibes it gives off for me. hmm tbf i’ve been meaning to change up my theme and make a new header but i’ve been lazy. it was going be a cute dark blue/purple halloween theme but </3 yeah. i even had the pictures ready and i just had to edit them akjajsjsj. so if you have a bertholdt quote that means i should have a reiner one right? 👀 well he’s said eren’s name before right? so i’ll just keep my current title 🥰 JKJK AJSNSJAJJA i’ll go look for something. hhhggg wait okay can we do them for november? i know i’m going to want a change when november comes 😭 it’ll be like cleanse from october bc man is life kicking my ass rn. plus if i do it rn i’m going to be obsessed with making the new theme PERFECT and i just Do Not have the time to be busy graphic designing my blog 😭 I’M SO EXCITED FOR THEM TOO but ahhh man i love designing things like this so i’m going to be so focused on that. the fact that i briefly considered changing to an eren icon at one point but then i thought you would judge me </3 yes i have a problem with my obsession, what of it also we are more than just buddies, we’re practically aot soulmates at this point because we keep liking the different halves of all the iconic pairs. jean/marco, reiner/bertholdt... um okay well only those two but yeah i’m just kidding, buddy is good hehe that’s so cute omg pls use that 🥰

okay i hope ur happy, i have just exposed all of my thoughts. this is what you deserve for your precious boy so here ❤️ also i was feeling bad and was about to ask you if it’s okay to be sus of bertholdt because he’s truly a cute baby to me plus he has ur heart so maybe he’s truly good :( but then i remembered you like the villains in bnha so i wouldn’t put it past you to like someone who may or may not do something... suspicious. so i will be deciding myself who’s sus and who isn’t 😠😌 no criticism allowed this man is UP TO SOMETHING it’s always the quiet ones

ALSO I WAS GOING TO GO BACK AND LOOK FOR HIM EITHER WAY I SWEAR not just bc you mentioned him!!! 😭 he was always in the back of my mind ❤️ well i didn’t know exactly who he was but i was vaguely like okay the tall soft one... need to look out for him for kristy’s sake. okay maybe you DID influence me in some way to go look for him because technically i only ever even considered him bc he stood out as someone you’d like. but ur right, so underrated 😭 lo siento bertholdt u are actually too cute for this world and i am a dummy for not realizing that sooner :(

anyway now back to our regularly scheduled program of me talking about the armored titan ❤️ whoever you are mr. armor pls hmu ily ❤️ poor reiner watching me be unloyal rn. so weird that i’m going through a phase for both of them but here we are. this stupid titan is the only thing i’m looking forward to in the rest of the trost arc and if he doesn’t show up i’m going to wail pls,,,,,

mwah yes do ur hw kristy very good. i will not do mine but that’s okay ❤️ ur the responsible one out of the two of us also the fact that you said my response to your last ask was soft and now here i’m boderline yelling at you about bertholdt... duality please talk to me about how much you love bertholdt now or else ❤️

#kristy i’m gonna stomp on u never send me ominous asks again my heart rate was 📈📈📈#i got the notif and i was like ‘huh??? what does she have to confess??? she wants me to stop talking about eren doesn’t she’#it doesn’t help that i obviously can’t see the whole message in the notif so i was just 😟#kristy x bertholdt supremacy ❤️#I FELT IT IN MY BONES #girl all the signs were there i am the best detective ever goodbye #I AM A GOD so smart i am amazing i should just switch to a criminal justice degree at this point #all of my theories? i now believe they are all canon. every single one of them. everything i guess i right.#you have inflated my ego and there is no going back #asks #kristy 🥰💞#twin things ✨#aot spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #bc marco </3

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justphilia · 5 years ago

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There’s a definite chance I might not be writing this BUT

I had a detroit become human idea for a Mob Psycho fic, it’s pretty loose considering I had the idea while sitting in the back of a car and standing under the shower head.

There’s probably a chance I would be writing it but it’s kinda leaning to a “Nah, probably not”.

With that being said, I kinda don’t want to trash the idea as a whole without it meeting the light of day, so I’m gonna spill my ideas here so I can look back and think; “Wow. That’s shit.”

To add, this whole thing will sound more like babbling than an actual summary, so excuse me lmao.

Tsubomi doesn’t have any friends. But coming from a wealthy family, her parents decides to buy her a friend. Cue Shigeo/Mob.

I had a funny model name for all the child androids ‘ESP(insert number, for Shigeo it’s 100)’ despite this being a no powers AU. Then I realized it probably wouldn’t fit because I am low key planning for all the espers to be androids and realized ‘Wow, ha ha, that’s a lot of androids’ so now SOME of the espers are androids.

Okay so fast forward and Tsubomi’s parents are thinking, “We should replace Shigeo, he’s kinda old fashioned now.”

“Mom we only had him for 4 years.”

“Exactly.”

But Tsubomi’s really attached to Mob because he’s her best friend, and doesn’t tell him he might be replaced until he finds out himself. He goes bat shit crazy and tries to kill himself and Tsubomi. Cue Serizawa, a cop android.

Serizawa calms my boy down and Shigeo’s like, “You’re right, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m so--” bang. Tsubomi low key gets traumatized, Shigeo is bleeding blue on the floor.

We shift to the next scene where Shigeo wakes up on like a bed except it’s actually a table. Cue Reigen, he works at Cyberlife as a child therapist/repair worker. Actually, my man was suppose to be just a repair worker but he got promoted to child therapist for calming down a raging Teru.

“Kid, you remember anything?”

“I- Sorta? Where am I, am I gonna be killed?”

Reigen’s like sweating because he isn’t sure himself, Shigeo’s the first kid who tried to commit murder. But as they talked, Reigen’s kinda surprised to realize that Shigeo’s actually a really really sweet kid.

Shigeo asks how Tsubomi is doing and if she hates him. Reigen tells him she’s fine and she misses him. Which is the truth, but he doesn’t mention that Tsubomi did end up getting a replacement in fear of ticking Shigeo off. Cue Ritsu, the replacement android best friend.

There’s a sort of cell holding all the ‘defect’ child androids, like a little playroom but also an actual cell, and inside there’s: Gou, Rei, Takeshi, Daichi, Kaito and Teru.

Cue Teru, who is the only one who has a similar case to Shigeo; he punched a kid in the nose and sent him to the hospital, which made his mom very very pissed and sent him for repairs. Because of this, he’s enraged further and the staff can’t send him back unless his attitude changes to the “ideal son”.

Teru thinks being an android is a gift, he can’t die and he’s pretty much flawlessly shaped. When he meets Shigeo, he asks why he looks so plain, and it’s revealed it’s because Tsubomi didn’t want anything flashy.

And mostly because Shigeo’s an older model.

Each kid (except for Teru) had an actual defect to their system. Gou has somehow obtained a built in lighter function, which isn’t suppose to be there. Rei has the reconstruct and construct feature for unknown reasons. Takeshi is basically a walking magnet, except he doesn’t really know when it’s turned on or off (when it’s turned on, it’s strong enough to accidentally pull all the others towards him and it gets pretty annoying). Daichi and Kaito’s memory cloud keeps syncing with one another, which disrupts them from being able to remember the right things correctly (i.e Daichi gets Kaito’s memories and believes they are his own and vice versa).

The only reason they’re still stuck here is because they come from middle class families (except for Teru), so they’re way behind on the waiting list to get repaired.

Shigeo, on the other hand, came from a rich family, so he’d be out in no time. This makes Teru very mad, he states it isn’t fair that Shigeo gets to be let out sooner than them even though he just got here.

He tries to attack, but unfortunately for him, they’ve installed a software that prevents Teru from being able to kick and punch. Like a parental lock sorta? The same has been done to Shigeo.

Shigeo only makes Teru even more mad when he says he wishes he was human. If he wasn’t human, none of this would’ve happened, “Teru, if you were human, you wouldn’t be right here y’know? Your mom wouldn’t need to send a real human boy for repairs.”

And Teru is pissed because he knows Shigeo’s right.

But being the cunning bitch he is, he smiles and pretends to accept Shigeo’s opinion, and he asks for a hug. Shigeo happily agrees and let’s Teru wrap an arm around him.

Then Teru squeezes.

“Teru, I can’t, you’re crushing- I can’t--”

“Oh, I know. If I break you enough, you’ll have to stay here with us even longer.”

Shigeo tries to retaliate, but due to the software, he’s unable to kick himself free. The rest tries to intervene, but Teru threatens them to stay back or he’ll squeeze harder.

“Can a human do this? Shigeo? Can they?”

Shigeo manages to break through the system and finally breaks free, he’s back in his aggressive mode and actually starts attacking.

He takes it too far when he rips Teru heart out.

Everyone is screaming at this point and Reigen’s rushing towards the cell like mad. Serizawa is there too, because he wanted to visit Shigeo to see how he’s doing.

“Why are you running?”

“Something bad is happening, I need to be there- Woah there buddy!” Serizawa picks Reigen up and surprises him. Then the android fucking bolts.

When Reigen finally reaches the cell and enters, he finds Shigeo on the ground, bleeding out once again, and Teru staring motionlessly at Shigeo.

“He...gave me his heart.”

Shigeo is sent to be repaired again and this time, he’s kept in a separate cell, because no one knows how he managed to break through their system. It’s almost impossible for a child -and not to mention an OLD- model to be able to do that.

While Reigen’s thinking in his office, cue Mitsuura, who says it’d be a shame for all those child models to lose their cool abilities. He jokes about just creating a child model meant to possess those abilities, like a tiny cop or something.

Cue Suzuki, no no, the other Suzuki. Mommy Suzuki. Except she’s a single lady who surrounds herself with Touichirou, the first ever android model made. That’s right, she’s head of Cyberlife.

She comes in, because she can’t sit still, and says, “Not a bad idea, man.”

Mitsuura has a fit and thanks the woman.

“So, about that old model that broke my parental control lock?” She turns to Reigen and he huffs, shrugging.

“I really don’t know, ma’am.”

She hums, definitely interested. Unlike the OG DBH, in this AU, they’re more lenient in the deviancy of androids because Suzuki believes they can have rights too. Except they don’t need to get paid, unless they want to? Honestly my idea for that aspect is low key fuzzy.

So anyways, Suzuki remembers Mitsuura’s idea and basically starts sketching out the draft. Cue Shou, who doesn’t exist yet but he’s in the making.

“Can you take the extra components of those child androids and keep them somewhere for later use? I’ll be needing them.”

“Ma’am, those androids are at the back of the waiting list, we can’t just--”

“Just do it.”

Cue Roshuuto, who seriously believes they should just kill Shigeo. “He’s too dangerous” blah blah blah SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Anyways, Reigen doesn’t want to do that because a) android or not, that’s a kid and b) You can’t make that decision and neither can I. Only Suzuki can.

Roshuuto sorta frowns, because everyone knows Suzuki plays favorites; and that favorite is Reigen. He’s the reason why Touichi now has a bit of sentience, before that android was pretty ruthless.

So if Reigen personally doesn’t want to get rid of Shigeo, then Suzuki would say the same too.

Meanwhile, Teru has been showing signs of positive improvement in attitude, there’s a speculation it might’ve been because Teru now has Shigeo’s heart, but that’s just dumb. That kid believes he just killed another android and he’s not sure how he feels about it, so he decides the least thing he could do was to be a better android.

Since Shigeo doesn’t share the same cell as them and nobody told them Shigeo survived, everyone in the playroom thinks Shigeo is dead.

Teru gets sent back after that, and the rest of the kids got their needed repairs.

Meanwhile, Shigeo and Reigen has daily consultation sessions, where they try to find the source of Shigeo’s issues. It takes about a month and Reigen hands Shigeo his cellphone number, saying if Shigeo ever needed him, Reigen would be there.

Shigeo gets sent back to the Takane’s family, because if he doesn’t, Tsubomi will throw a fit. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it’s ugly. It’s not like she’s spoiled, but when she strongly and firmly wants something, she’s determined enough to get it.

Originally, Ritsu was meant to be a direct replacement of Shigeo. He even had the bowl cut and everything, but Tsubomi’s intelligent and manages to figure out Ritsu’s a fake. She doesn’t get mad at him though, he doesn’t deserve it, instead she just befriends him too. Ritsu becomes a whole new person he wants to be, even mussed up his hair to look different.

So Shigeo meets Ritsu for the first time, and he’s sorta confused and upset, but Tsubomi got attached to Ritsu as well and refuses to leave him. Ritsu says he’s glad to finally meet Shigeo, because he has heard so much about him, and Shigeo decides he could like Ritsu.

I kinda stop making ideas from here, but I had a rough idea what happens next. Teru and Shigeo do meet again at some point, and Ritsu does meet Shou at some point too.

There will be background Serirei, and Shigeo does eventually grow a crush on Tsubomi and confession and oh no it went wrong. I think that’s when Shou makes his first appearance?

Because they think a child can calm another child down. It doesn’t work.

Nobody realizes Reigen’s probably the only thing that can help until the very very last minute.

So anyways, that’s the end of it. I don’t know what to do with this idea because now that I’ve spilled them all on the table, I kinda feel like writing it now. Though I already have two other projects planned, one being Nap’s birthday gift fic and another being a secret project that features Ritshou and amnesia, so it might be delayed to maybe June :(

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #detroit become human #alternate universe #kageyama shigeo #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #hanazawa teruki #takane tsubomi #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #fanfic ideas

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IMAGINE #68 || REQUEST #32

So I kind of patterned this with the episode Chaos Rising and the episodes after it, and boy did I went back to my ATLA roots and shipping the hell out of Zutara (again). And I think I just turned my sister into a Zutara shipper lmao.

Disclaimer: This is not beta-checked, the usual things I say like if there are any errors, my bad! Also a disclaimer, I used the bad (my friends described it as cursed lmao) avatar live-action bending scene gifs so yeah, I had to scan through the movie to see what I can use, and can I just say that it was so cringy? Like up until now I hate it with a burning passion. I just hope that the Netflix live-action adaptation will be better.

~~~

Gathering in Derek's apartment to plan the rescue mission, Stiles had laid out the blueprint of the bank and started talking while scribbling on the piece of drafting paper.

"Uh, why isn't she helping?" You heard a voice suddenly speak up over Stiles' explaining the contents of the blueprint.

"She's helping us, trust me," Scott answered, eyes not leaving the floor plan of the bank.

"What? How?" Peter asked again. "And who is she?"

"She's none of your business, now shut up," Stiles replied quite fast before he went back to pointing at the figures and labels of the floor plan.

"Oh, but I would like to know who are the people you're inviting into my apartment-"

"Peter, shut up." Derek cut him off. "And it's my apartment."

You felt eyes staring daggers into you as you remained unphased by the older Hale, it didn't sit well with him that he wasn't 'feared' by a teenager, let alone a girl. He wanted to say something else but was told off by Derek to let it go.

It was by this time you felt your meditation was working when you felt Isaac's presence, it was weak but unstable. This left a heavy weight in your chest when you tried to coax him out of this strange 'trance' but it wouldn't work, no matter how much you tried there was this bizarre blockage that hindered it.

"Forget the drill," You heard Derek disregard Stiles' suggestion of bringing power tools.

"I'm sorry?" Stiles questioned, looking to Derek with confusion with Scott mirroring his expression.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" The werewolf asked in all seriousness.

You can feel Stiles look to Scott and your brother giving him an 'I don't know what he's talking about' look.

"What do you think you're gonna do, Derek?" Stiles asked. "You're gonna punch through a wall?"

"Yes, Stiles." He breathed out. "I'm gonna punch through the wall."

"O-okay, big guy. Let's see it." Stiles challenged. "Let's see that big ol' fist. C'mon."

Curiosity got the better of you making you disregard your meditation and open your eyes and look to where your brother and the others were. Stiles continued to 'mock' Derek and his werewolf abilities while Peter sat on the circular stairwell watching and rolling his eyes at the pathetic mockery of their kind.

"Get it out there, don't be scared. C'mon the big bad wolf gonna punch through the wall," Derek lifted a fist in between them before Stiles lifted his flat palm in front of it and held Derek's wrist a few inches away.

"Okay, see this?" Stiles started. "That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"

And just like that, the sound that resembled watermelon being crushed echoed in the loft as you watched Derek effortlessly jabbed the make-believe wall Stiles created with his flat palm. Your brother's best friend ended up being shoved backward and have his arm hit against the metal table, the sound painfully echoed through the walls while a pained expression was evident on his face as he whimpered.

"Agh!" His voice cracked as he walked away from the two werewolves to where you were. "He can do it!"

You tried to hold your laughter, your smile even, as you bit your lips in between your teeth. You maneuvered Stiles to sit in front of you and gathered water in your hand before aiding the injured extremity and encasing his hand in the water bubble you created and working on it the way your teacher taught you.

It took another hour for them before they settled with an alternative plan, a plan that involved you this time.

"No, she's not coming with us." Scott's voice boomed making you jerk a little in surprise, his hands clenching the sides of the table that had the architectural blueprint of the Beacon Hills bank on it. His knuckles turning whiter the more he listened to Derek explain as to how you were going to be of great help in the rescue mission.

"Yes, she is." Derek continued their little banter back and forth as if you weren't in the room.

"She'll fit perfectly in the vent-" Stiles defended, noting that with your abilities, it'll be a plus on their side.

"No, I won't let her." Scott cut him off, feeling frustrated with how the other two seemed keen on putting you in danger's way.

"What does she do, anyway?" Peter decided to join and tried to sound relevant and ask but was rather ignored as Stiles and Derek teamed up against Scott and continued.

"C'mon, Scott." Stiles started again. "Just think-"

Stiles didn't get to finish whatever he was going to say when the lights in Derek's place flickered while a buzz of electricity sounded and sparked on top of them, their attention suddenly cautious at what was happening with their surroundings.

"I'd prefer to make my own decisions and not let other people dictate what I can and cannot do." You spoke, standing up from your comfortable seat on the couch and accidentally spilling the water blob that encased Stiles' hand on himself making it look like he wet his pants. You apologized quickly, your mood changes for a split second before returning to your irritated state.

"I know you mean well, Scott. But I can handle myself out there," you argued to your brother. "I can practically outmatch every single one of you here."

Though the majority of the men in the room agreed, one didn't. He stood from his sitting position on the stairs and looked like he wanted a challenge.

"Uh, Peter-" The man ignored Stiles' protest as he stood right in front of you, Scott gave a low warning growl just as Derek did the same with their claws slowly showing.

"I wouldn't say that if I were you, little girl," Peter advised, his eyes squinting and head shaking in disbelief at what you said.

"But you aren't me, so." You answered back, raising one brow up. Your attitude made up for your height that Peter and all the men in your life had in their advantage.

"I could cut that tongue of yours right now," he opened his clawed hand and showed the nails that grew in length, his canines already out and ready to bite your head off.

"And I can do this right now," you replied with no one registering your swift movements, not even the werewolf in front of you.

From your standing position in front of Peter, you took your right foot back and twisted your lower body before launching yourself up in the air and gave a very powerful tornado kick. Your foot made contact with his cheekbone, the sound of bone crunching bounced off the walls. Gracefully landing on your feet, you proceeded with stomping your left foot on the floor making a large wedge of concrete suddenly rise from the floor below Peter which sent him flying against the wall on the other side of the room.

To say that your brother was rather proud at what just happened was an understatement, his jaw dropped just as Stiles had his hands on his head with his fingers gripping at his brown hair and Derek looking impressed with wide eyes as he watched his uncle struggling to stand up.

~~~

With your legs crossed, you sat by the large windows as rain poured outside and thunder and lightning flashed illuminating the poorly lit apartment. All of you compromised on the plan by letting you be in on it and be the 'backup' in case, Scott not wanting to put his younger sister in the first line of defense.

You had your eyes closed but you can pinpoint exactly where Peter and Stiles were inside of Derek's place, his uncle lounging on the sofa and Stiles standing beside you while he looked out the window – the way he stood didn't quite help with your concentration since his leg fidgeted.

"I can't take waiting around like this." The corner of your eye twitched at the sound of Stiles' voice breaking the silence of the apartment. "You know, it's nerve-wracking."

You and Peter ignored him and continued to stay silent but he proceeded with his wordplay, you knew this was how he 'coped' per se in situations like this-fidgeting with the skin of his fingers or babbled non-stop, or both.

"My nerves are wracked." He said. "Severely wracked."

"Wracked." He repeated.

"I could beat you unconscious," Peter suggested, his eyes looking at Stiles who had his back turned still facing the window.

"I could beat you to death." You suggested back, not opening your eyes yet you can just picture the look of annoyance plastered on Peter Hale's face as he let out a growl that you felt as it reverberated through the ground.

Stiles then started talking about Erica, why they keep the werewolves in a bank specifically and not in an underground chamber; pointing out that they're an alpha pack and having 'lairs' to which Peter replied in a monotoned voice, "They're werewolves, not Bond villains."

"Wait a sec, wait a sec!" Stiles' voice grew gradually louder forcing you to open your eyes and be an ear and listen to what he has to say, feeling that it might be of importance.

"Maybe they're living there, you know?" He started. "Maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Stiles, I don't think that's what they had in mind." You contradicted his idea as politely as your voice allowed you to before hearing Peter repeat the word 'wolf dens' more to himself.

"Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?" He then asked turning around to face Peter.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods," Hale sarcastically answered to which you rolled your eyes to but to Stiles it seemed like he believed it.

"Woah, really?"

"No, you idiot, I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine but that still proves that there's something up with the bank."

"And why wait around for the full moon, huh?" Stiles added.

"Looks very poetic to me." You commented, standing up from your position and walking near the table where the blueprint was laid out, your eyes scanned the scribbles Stiles made that pointed to where the vault was located and how your brother and Derek was going to get in.

"Well, they already had 3 full moons to be poetic," Stiles replied, gesturing his hand to the moon that was slowly creeping out of the dark rain clouds outside.

"And here you have only 1 full hour to be so anno-" When Peter stopped at what he was going to say, you looked his way with confusion evident in your face as he started to get up from his comfortable position lying on the sectional.

"What are the walls made of?" He suddenly asked.

"Wha-oh, well there's wood and stone..." Stiles trailed off looking up at the ceiling and at the walls of the apartment.

"No, the vault!" Peter repeated before he started flipping through the floor plans trying to find what materials were used. "What are they made out of?"

"Where does it say?" He asked again when he couldn't find any of it labeled on the plans.

Looking through the other plans Stiles brought, you skimmed and tried to find the word 'materials' and 'vault' in them. It took a few more seconds before Stiles brought out a bull-clipped document and started looking for it there.

"There!" You exclaimed when you finally saw it.

Stiles and Peter quickly read through it before letting out a shaky breath.

"What is it?" You asked, your face still holding that confused look you had earlier.

"Call Scott now," Peter demanded rather frantically as Stiles took out his phone and started dialing your brother.

It took about 3 rings before Scott answered.

"Stiles, now's not the best time." You heard Scott say hurriedly, his voice sounding echo-y as you strained your ears to listen.

You heard a low growl as Derek spoke in the background, you were starting to feel fidgety yourself as you walked to the armchair where you laid your jacket on upon coming in a while ago.

"Scott! Scott, no, listen to me." Stiles said. "You gotta get out of there."

"I'm going to get them, I don't care if they won't give us that damn signal for backup." You said as you took your phone from the side table of the armchair and pocketed it in your pants.

"Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called Hecatolite," Stiles informed. "It scatters the moonlight."

"What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It keeps the moonlight out – they haven't felt the full moon in months." You added.

You can practically hear everyone's heart beating a hundred times faster as the air in the room started to feel rather heavy, you weren't sure if Derek could even hear what you were saying over the phone.

"Deucalion has kept them from shifting for 3 full moons diminishing their tolerance to it." Peter butt in.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger." "They're more savage, more bloodthirsty..."

Both Stiles and Peter were now talking at the same time as they listened to what was happening on the other line.

"They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into their coliseum." Peter mirrored the situation with that of a gladiator ring.

"I'm headed there now," you called out before leaving the place in a rush but you didn't miss the sudden growls and Stiles shouting over the phone, this made you move even faster in your pace as you climbed up to the top of the building and started jumping from one roof to another.

~~~

Arriving at the bank and following the frantic heavy movements you felt on the ground beneath you, you ran as fast as you can and caught up with the scene of Allison calling out to Scott and Derek by a large round metal door before breaking what you can only guess was a barrier of mountain ash. This then resulted into more growls before you saw Boyd running out of the vault followed by a girl and to your surprise and relief, Isaac.

"Isaac?" You say under your breath as you watched him and the others scurry away and out of the bank. Jumping from one ledge to the other of the atrium, you landed on the ground just as you saw Derek grasp Allison's arm rather harshly.

"What were you thinking?!" He asked angrily, a vein on his neck and temple looking prominent as his blood boiled.

"Don't touch her!" You brother, bloodied and bruised, emerged from the vault almost stumbling at his shaken-up state.

"I had to do something," she defended herself.

While the other two were busy, you caught Scott's attention as you gracefully landed on your feet before gesturing like you were about to throw something at Derek, to which a strong gust of wind blew him away from Allison making him land on his butt against the vault's door.

"Women don't like to be man-handled, Hale." You informed crossing your arms over your chest looking a bit annoyed at how he was treating Allison, Derek could only reply with a growl at what you did as he stood up immediately.

"She saved your lives." You said just as you walked to Scott and helped him out of the vault, you held him by his waist and put his arm around your shoulders as you tried to carry some of his weight to relieve the pressure of his injury. "Didn't you think of that?"

"Yeah, and what did you think they were going to do out there?" Derek shouted, pointing a finger at you before pointing of the exit they went out of.

"Do you have any idea what we just set free?" Derek now turned to Allison.

"You want to blame me?" She asked, the volume of his voice at par with Derek's. "Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into killers."

You ignored what Derek and Allison were talking about as you concentrated in giving your brother first aid, you were thankful that you brought even a little bit of water with you locked in a charm that would help in situations like this.

You didn't waste any more time in going after the 3 werewolves that escaped after finally finding, to Derek's misfortune, Erica's dead body and laying her to rest peacefully somewhere only he knew.

Upon arriving at the forest grounds, you kneeled down and laid your hand flat on the wet soil and tried to sense the vibration the 3 escapees were emitting. It didn't take too long before you found the path, their stomps growing harder and faster as they felt like live wires under the moon after how many months.

"They split up," you informed, feeling the footsteps going further and further from your range.

Once the 2 werewolves caught on with their scents, they started following one path and you did the same, your hand giving off little sparks as your nervousness was slowly taking over the further away you wandered away from Derek and Scott– the thought of you being alone in a dark forest and this being your last (hopefully not) night alive didn't help.

As your feet started to feel stronger vibrations the further you went north, you sped up your pace before finally stumbling upon Isaac announcing is presence to an innocent victim by growling and showing off his claws and canines.

Just before the person screamed, you took a step forward before letting you punch air straight towards Isaac. Stumbling backward, this distracted him as you helped his almost victim get away quickly by setting the ground under her footing move farther from where you and the werewolf were.

"Isaac!" You called, making an attempt that maybe your presence and your voice might help in bringing him back to his human self. But this only made it worse as he gave a growl before charging at you, the intensity in his eyes could match the fiery element you held in you.

Sliding your foot forward at the same time moving your clenched fists in the same direction, you created a barrier of rock in front of you - it didn't last too long though as Isaac broke through and continued heading your way with claws at the ready looking desperate.

Managing to get moisture from the humid air as well as the trees and plants around you, you created a whip that you used to strike at Isaac. His run towards your direction halted as he felt sear hot pain on his shoulder running diagonally down to his waist, his eyes glowed a brighter yellow as he looked back at you with an angrier expression on his face.

"Isaac, it's me!" Your whip curled around his wrist before turning into solid ice, you pulled him towards you with as much strength as you have before flipping backward and hitting him with an uppercut using your foot.

With the water whip, you proceeded to wave your hand in a circular motion in front of you and let it wrap around Isaac and slowly turn it into solid ice to lock him in place.

“Isaac,” you spoke his name again, approaching the werewolf that was kneeling in front of you with eyes a yellow color and canines still showing. You had your hands up in front of you to show that you were not a threat, the growls he made slowly lessened as you now stood in front of him.

He looked at you confused, his brows furrowed and all you wanted to do was just kiss away those worry lines on his forehead. But you didn’t want to risk your face getting mauled.

Placing your palms gently and carefully on either side of his head, you started working on trying to draw out his humanity from underneath the beast that was trapped in the vault – his eyes slowly rolling back in his head as his lids shut and the water that encased your hand started glowing a silver blue color that reflected the full moon on top of you.

You watched as his eyes moved under those closed lids as if looking for someone, his canines slowly turned back to his normal teeth and his ragged breath turned calmer. But before you can even finish, the sudden burst of the solid wall you've created around the two of you threw you off guard. You felt a massive weight collide with your body before pinning you down on the ground and knocking the air out of your lungs, the dizziness you felt was quickly disregarded as you felt a sharp ache growing from your shoulders and down to the bottom of your spine.

You gave out a painful scream as you gathered enough strength to push the ground beneath your palm resulting in a chunk of the earth bury whatever it was that attacked you, Isaac, on the other hand, broke free from the ice and started running towards you-your screams awakening something inside of him.

“Y/N,” Trying to recover and stand up from the sudden attack, Isaac was quick to help you and position you behind his protective stance. Your hand was now cupping a ball of blue and orange flame that danced together as it illuminated the dark forest while the other held on to him for support.

Upon directing the light to the direction of your attacker, you saw that it was Boyd who attacked you – while he was distracted and getting his bearings together, you winced before kneeling down and motioned your hands as if you were lifting something. Isaac watched as you created a mound that swallowed Boyd’s body – the soil coming just below his chin, not wanting to cover above their heads and suffocate him.

“Woah,” you heard Isaac say under his breath looking wide-eyed at what just happened.

With a heavy breath, you stood up slowly as you started to feel the back of your shirt getting wet and feel the goosebumps decorate your arms from the sudden coolness of the air hitting the large gashes that Boyd inflicted on you.

“Y/N, your back!” Isaac turned you around just to see how big and worse the damage present.

“I know, just let me call Scott.” You said, trying to hide the wince as you moved to reach for your phone. Isaac didn’t miss it though but he only pretended to not notice as he started to remove his jacket and lay it on your shoulder to cover it up.

Squinting your eyes, you took your phone from your pocket and dialed for your brother.

"Y/N, where are you?" Scott immediately answered, sounding out of breath as he ran on the other line.

"I'm somewhere north, but Isaac’s already here and I got Boyd already -" before you can even finish your sentence, from the corner of your eye you saw a figure heading straight at you and Isaac.

You weren’t confident in math even back in grade school so you definitely miscalculated your movements as you pushed Isaac out of the way and blasted a line of blue and orange flames its way only to feel your arm dislocate from your shoulder as your body landed on the cold soil. Letting out another cry of pain, you can hear Scott's panicked voice over the phone that was now about a meter away from you while Isaac knelt down to cover your body and let out a loud growl at the creature that attacked and pulled at you. You could only see a figure up on a tree branch, the silhouette looking familiar as you remembered the other werewolf that was also kept in the vault.

“It’s Cora,” he informed before charging at the werewolf and attacking her with claws and teeth.

So that’s her name, you thought.

You watched as Cora kicked and clawed at Isaac and getting the upper hand in the fight. Grunting and letting out a growl yourself, you hooked your working hand and let out a blast of blue flame towards the figure while you sat in a kneeling position on the ground. You watched as Isaac and Cora broke off from clawing at each other’s face at the sight and feel of the fire.

As the girl kept her distance and seemed to be calculating her next moves, you decided to use this time to pop your arm back in place.

“Is that even possible?” Isaac asked running towards you and with a helpless look, not knowing what to do with your situation right now. His eyes glanced between you and Cora, keeping an eye on her so that any time she decides to attack, he’ll be ready.

If it were possible, you can feel your teeth breaking as you bit back a scream when you felt it pop back in place. Ignoring the pain that throbbed, you stood up immediately and started shooting a line of fire and water that both burned and froze the target on the tree branch until she eventually fell on the ground.

Just when you thought that you were almost done dealing with Cora, Boyd decided to finally break free from the mound and attack the two of you – it was now a tie between the teams.

“Y/N, get behind me.” You heard Isaac say, his hands pulling at your wrist and making you stand behind him.

“No,” you argued. “I’ll take care of Cora, you go after Boyd.”

Using him as a cover, you ignored the pain and with straightened fingers, motioned your hands in a diagonal movement resulting in large buttress-like rock formations emerging from the ground and throw them to the side.

Isaac then proceeded to attack the disoriented Boyd while you went for Cora, your elements trying to move and work as quick as Cora avoided it. Twisting your body and waving your hands in a circular motion, water whipped at the girl as she landed on her back on the ground. She quickly recovered and retorted with a side kick to your left making you grunt and reply with an uppercut followed by a roundhouse.

When the two were starting to get the upper hand, Isaac pulled you to the side and started taking them on his own.

“Y/N, do the other thing!” He called out as he took a hit, Boyd and Cora getting closer to bite his neck clean off.

Without hesitation, you took a breath and concentrated on the two werewolves. You promised yourself that you weren’t going to use it and yet, there will always be a time when you will need to. Glowing a silver-blue color, your eyes took in the image and your hands automatically was in control of their movements.

You can hear and see the blood pumping in their veins and you can feel it in your hands, as if you were holding it. Isaac stood up from the ground and backed away watching as you had full control of the werewolves, the rigid and abrupt movements of your hands mirrored that of Cora’s and Boyd’s movements of standing straight up and their arms stuck to their side.

You didn’t know what came into you as you unconsciously curled your fingers inward, you felt the two slowly losing itself as the palm of your hand grew cold. When you were about to pull you clenched fists to the sides in a ripping manner and finish them off then and there, you felt a warm hand envelope yours drawing you back to reality.

You didn’t realize that tears were now running down your cheeks when Isaac cupped your face and wiped them with the pads of his thumbs, your brother and Derek arriving at the scene just as Boyd and Derek’s sister scurried off.

“What the hell was that?” You assumed that Derek saw everything as he fast approached you, his features looking like he was about to attack you. Isaac immediately covered you with his body and let a low warning growl while Scott stopped the other Alpha in his tracks by standing in between Derek and the two of you.

Isaac could only hug you closer to him as Scott dialed for Stiles to pick the four of you up, his hands careful not to touch your gashes on the back and your injured shoulder.

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Hope you guys liked that one, I'm not sure if I'm going to make a part 2 to this so I'll just see what my fingers and brain decide.

Tell me guys what you think :D

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lively-lizard · 6 years ago

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Bnha light novel translations part 2

Update:(Sorry, I’ve been sick for half a day)(this was added later because this was in my draft), sorry. Even though @meroko26us requested me to do the translation on the first novel, I think it’s better for me to finished translate this chapter first, please understand that my motivation can be easily broken. So please wait patiently for me to finish this chapter’s translations first.

Please check out @peachingboy‘s translations on their translations on the earlier chapters

well without further problems here’s the translations

As the bus shakes a bit after it starts it’s engine, It slowly moves forward. After the bus speed starts to speed up, the scenery from outside started to fade as well as Aizawa’s words started to lose it’s effect.

“Let’s play some songs! It needs to have summer’s vibe! Play TUBE, play TUBE!”

“Idiot, if we’re talking about summer then of course we have to play CAROL’s The End of Summer!” (i’m just translating this directly)

“Is it going to end already?”

Sitting at the first rows are Kaminari and Kirishima who are using one hand to hold their smartphones to text leisurely, the row sitting beside them are Ashido and Hagakure Tooru playing shirotori. ( japanese or chinese word games where you use the verb from the end the word, then use it for the start of the word, it’s quite fun, i still play it with my friends sometimes)

“Shiritori’s （尻取り） [ ri ]!”

“RESONA bank（銀行） [ ginkou ]!”

“[ U ]! Un, ten million yen!” (i’m not sure about this either, it’s just like this)

The atmosphere inside the bus is just like little kids going on a long trip, full of excitement and bustling.

“........”

Aizawa is sitting in front of Hagakure’s seat, facing the student’s over exciting behavior with impatience. At that time, with the identity of the class president’s Iida stood up and loudly said something. His seat is behind Kaminari, beside him is Izuku.

“Excuse me, everyone! Didn’t the training camp’s notice had stated it! No matter where you are you must never forget yourself as a UA high school student, whatever you do you must follow the rules......!”

Even so, his voice was completely drown out by the rowdy atmosphere. Izuku was pitying him as he comforts him:

“It’s fine Iida-kun don’t be angry. Standing up is pretty dangerous, it’s better for you to sit down.”

“Oh, for gods sake!” (he didn’t actually say that but translating it directly doesn’t make any sense)

(Oh well.....)

Aizawa gave up on trying to warn the students, he closes his eyes, as he decides to sleep a bit. He already knew that no matter how many times he warns them, the noise will just come back again. For the next week, he needs to eat and sleep together with these hyperactive students. Right now is not the time to be uselessly wasting energy.

Plus, the students can only have this time to be noisy anyway.

As Aizawa shuts his eyes to sleep, Tsuyu takes out a thin long red box to Ochako.

“Ochako-chan, do you want to eat some Pocky?”

“I want!”

“Give me Pocky.”

“I also brought some candy along, here it is for you!”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, give me Pocky!”

Aoyama Yuga says as he pop his head up from in front of Ochako’s seat. Aoyama’s seat is behind Hagakure’s, beside him is Todoroki.

“Oh wow, Aoyama-kun!”

“Aoyama-chan, i see you also really like Pocky huh?”

Aoyama gave a “Merci”, as he takes a Pocky from them, he then meaninglessly brushed his hair aside and said: (aoyama being fabulous again i guess)

“I prepared my luggage until it was really late yesterday, and i accidentally overslept. I didn’t have time to eat breaskfast, that’s why I can at least eat some Pocky to feel better ☆“

“Can at least eat some Pocky, this way of saying is kinda disrespecting the Pocky you know, as it is made out of spiced salt biscuit sticks and chocolate mix together into a wonderful flavor.” (she protecc) (this part was really hard to translate because there are specific words that are not my level at all, oh who am i kidding my chinese sucks anyway)

As Ochako always save more and spends less, she tries hard to protect the delicious yet expensive biscuit. As she reminded herself, all the junk food was sent from her home. (she protecc again)

“Ok, I understand, Lady.”

As Aoyama ate finished his Pocky, he took out his mirror that was decorated with shiny and glittering decorations, and checks his face and uniform in different angles. (aoyama being precious)

“........So bright.”

Beside him, Todoroki who is sleepy, seems to be flashed by the reflected sunlight from the mirror, as his face crumples up. But Aoyama only said a “Sorry☆”, as he continues to look at the mirror beside the window, refuses to keep the mirror. (let my sleepy son sleep please ;-;)

“Ahh, me brighter than the dawn sun☆“ (bright boi)

“.......Aoyama-kun sure doesn’t give up that easily huh”

“That’s true, in some cases, it does looks cool.”

Ochako and Tsuyu are having a serious face while nodding. The seats behind them are Bakugou and Tokoyami Fumikage, who seems to not care about the rowdy atmosphere, they close their eyes like Aizawa. Bakugou is sleeping, while Tokoyami calmed his breathing, closes his eyes and rest. (i’m not sure about this part as well but just gonna go with it) Ojiro and Sero’s seats are at the most back part of the bus. Beside them are Mineta and Sato.

“Even if we can’t compete with Ashido, but trying something daring does sound exciting! Making loud noises to scare people also seems like fun.” (i supposed he meant that Ashido was always the person to try something daring)

“If it’s making loud noises, what about groping boobs from behind also seems like fun!” (fuck off mineta, we don’t need to talk about boobs stuff here)

“No, that’s just committing a crime.”

Ojiro was showing an uncomfortable expression while complaining (?) Sero who was talking away with Mineta. (precious ojiro) Beside Mineta was Sato, who’s opening a cute packaging. (for the word 吐槽, it still quite a new word, so i couldn’t find anything on the dictionary)

“Hey, you guys want some cotton candy? There’s vanilla, cocoa and strawberry flavors.” (precious sugar man as well)

“What, cotton candy boobs!?” (god i hate him so much)

Mineta’s brain seems to always mix things up with sex. Sitting in front of him are Shoji Mezo and Koda Koji, both of them aren’t talking much, so both of them are just really quite. Then, Shoji asked:

“Koda.”

“.......Do you want to sit beside the window?”

“Ah, there’s no need, it’s ok......”

“Well ok.”

Both of them went silent again. Then again, Bakugou and Tokoyami are also in the same row, that’s why that row is unexpectedly quite. (awkward beans)

“Yaoyorozu, do you want to listen to this? This song was an old song and was newly arranged for an instrumental music. I’m only listening to their songs these days.”

“Sure, I’m also interested .”

“Well let’s listen to it together then.”

In front of Shoji and Koda are Jiro and Yaoyorozu, both of them are listening music while sharing a pair of earphones. (cute)

I really like the interactions between the students, that’s why i feel a little disappointed that people didn’t translate the whole thing, and i’ll translate the part where they played shiritori (which is a japanese or chinese word game because we played it too, it just using the words last verb and use it in the start of the word or noun). there is a part i will not translate unless you people really wish to know because it was mineta’s part of the story, and i feel uncomfortable to even read it, i’ll make an exception if you guys really want to know the whole thing that happened.

i’ll have to leave inktober behind a bit for now, hopefully i can resume back after i’m done with these translations.

It seems that i can’t put links in here anymore because it won’t appear in the search, so if you guys want to search for the other parts you have to look in my blog

this is part 2

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rigginsstreet · 6 years ago

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fredsythe vietnam au thoughts?

and by vietnam au i mean something along the lines of they are bunker buddies not one of them being stuck in ugly ass riverdale

BOY DO I HAVE A FIC FOR YOU

but i think we also need to consider the au where they MEET in vietnam. cuz thats… also sexy…

like i dont know… theyre still both from riverdale but theyve never crossed paths because their sides of town are a lot more segregated than they are in the present timeline, and maybe theyre both drafted but fps not entirely mad about it because its not like he was leaving anything special behind back at home. any excuse to get away from his old man…

but freds fucking torn up about it. he’s got a family. people who’ll miss. people who will miss him… not to mention he’s against this whole goddamn war to begin with. and he’s not made for combat. any of it. he doesnt have the stomach for it nor does he know how to fight.

so he and fp share living quarters. thats how they get acquainted with each other. they dont exactly hit it off at first. fred kinda annoys fp tbh but theres not a whole lot he can do.

they dont really talk at first. fp doesnt have a lot to say to begin with and he especially doesnt want to get into his home life when freds going on about his mom and dad and brother back at home, all his friends, all the girls and dates he’s missing out on. its just… a lot.

but then one day fps had enough of freds clumsy ass not knowing how to handle the weapons properly and he’s on a serious learning curve, he’s just not picking it up as quickly as the rest of the guys so fp drags him out one day to show him some shit. he says its because he doesnt want fred accidentally killing one of their guys or “if you end up killing yourself its gonna be a problem for everybody” but like… lowkey freds been growing on him. and fps not lying about his excuses but… maybe he’s also just trying to spend some time with the guy in his own weird way.

and thus a friendship is sparked. slowly but surely they start spending more time together outside of fp training fred and they start actually having conversations on their downtime. and its a nice distraction. fp thinks fred is a total square but its kind of endearing. maybe even cute.

they start leaning on each other more and more. their conversations get deeper. fp actually opens up to fred which shocks the hell out of both of them.

and maybe one day its just the two of them, sent out to get water or food wait for supplies, i dont know, but the lights hitting fred just right an he’s laughing at some joke fp just told, and fps realizing freds the first person in a really fucking long time that actually makes him feel warm, in the middle of a fucking war, no less, and he thinks maybe that means something, and maybe fred feels it too, so he leans in and kisses fred real soft. he thinks he should be scared but he also realizes he could die at any minute anyway so who really cares if he completely misread the situation and fred ends up pummeling him to death. he doesnt really have a lot to lose here.

freds obviously stunned but only because it was so unexpected, not because he didnt want it. so when fp pulls back fred just kinda stares at him for a second before blushing and looking down and theres a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and just as he goes to kiss fp back theyre interrupted so there goes that plan.

but then they become a thing. all in secret, obviously. but they sneak whatever touches they can and it makes their days a little more bearable

until… ya know… obviously one of them has to get seriously fucking injured in the middle of battle. like… life or death shit. and the other ones next to them screaming and yelling at them to hold on and “dont die on me! you cant die on me!”

and then the injured one wakes up in the army hospital or tent or whatever i dont fucking know how wars work but the point is the other one is right there by their bed, has been the whole time, starts talking about how scared they were and what a fucking close call it was and honestly its like really fucked them up and the other one can sense it and has to tell them not to do anything crazy…

but in the end they both make it back home alive and in one piece, even if they are both shaken up by the shit theyve seen. and for a while they only have each other to lean on because no one else is gonna fucking get it, what theyve been through. fred eventually decides to go to therapy to work on his shit but fp refuses because “i can handle myself, fred. dont need some shrink telling me about my problems”

which of course… just ends up leading fp to hitting the bottle and he becomes even more of a mess and keeps spiraling until it all gets to be too much and he fully hits rock bottom. freds long since left him behind because he just couldnt do it anymore. he had tried and fought so hard to get fp help but he just wouldnt listen and at some point fred had to start putting himself first.

but then ya know fp finally gets some help and starts to clean up his act and years later he’s doing better for himself and he and fred run into each other and start talking again and theyve never stopped being in love with each other but now theyre both in good places and they can actually have a fair shot at things this time and they live happily ever after the end

#this went on a journey lmfao #dont ask me what this is cuz i dont fucking know #but you wanted thoughts and here they are lmao #briana answers things #Anonymous #fredsythe

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