#and that along with (sometimes) is one im super proud of

[allylikethecat]

I just need you to know ive read small bump about 20 times (i call it the shark fic to my friend when I talk about rereading it) and it is one of my genuine all time favourites

Oh my gosh I'm going to cry. Thank you so, so much for your kind words 🥹 I'm so overjoyed and honored to hear that Small Bump is one of your favorite fics. I know it's a heavier fic, and also includes some niche tropes that aren't for everyone, so I am just absolutely blown away to hear that you've enjoyed it enough to not only REREAD but to talk about it with other people?! Thank you so, so much for sharing.

Also, I'm dying that you call it the Shark Fic, I just went off in another ask about how much I love sharks 😂 Sharks are SO COOL and the fact that there are some species of sharks that have to be in continuous motion to survive? Absolutely wild and a great parallel for Fictional!Matty.

Thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask! I hope you continue to enjoy my other fics as well! I am smiling so much right now!! I hope you're having a great Friday and that you have a wonderful weekend!

❤️Ally

[luvfy0dor]

Bites or Hickeys? Various x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; suggestive, obv biting, hickeys, perhaps ooc,

Fandoms; Bungo Stray Dogs, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Obey Me

A/n; ogs remember when I was purple, but anyways happy 1 year of writing to me!! I'm super proud of my account and I'm so insanely thankful for all the love I've received and acquaintances/friends I've made. Thank you guys so much <3 even tho there have been times where I really thought I'd quit, I kept going and I'm so grateful I did

Bites ★

The feeling of their teeth sinking into your skin makes them feel almost electric, as if a spark has been lit inside their chest and cause an explosion of carnal desire. Some are softer with it, kissing and licking over the imprints of their teeth to soothe the mild pain it might have caused, but others just bite and move on to the next unoccupied spot. They can't help how desperate they are for you and to prove to themselves that they have you, and their affectionate gestures prove that theyre yours. After all, they'd never do the same for anyone else. Ofcourse after the heat of the moment died down, whether they were gentler or rougher earlier, they'd kiss over the indents and whisper soft praises and murmurs about whatever came to mind. Moments like those were their favorites- second to the actual rendezvous, ofcourse.

• RANPO, Dazai, Akutagwa, Kaji, Twain, Sasha, Zeke, Pieck, MELLO, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan

Hickeys ★

They prefer giving hickeys, sometimes because they think it's classier than biting, and others because they don't want to hurt you by biting too hard. They will, however, make you look just as ravaged, littering your pretty skin with dark, organically shaped marks. Their hands pin your wrists above your head while they suck and lick at your neck, humming as if they were enjoying a meal made by a world-class chef. Their eyes would flicker up to meet yours every now and again, lips curling upwards as they shove one of their knees between yours, allowing you to grind against their thigh while they make quick work of undoing your top and belt. They're far more shameless when they're leaving them along your thighs, so shameless that you almost look like you were bruised- no one was going to see them anyways, so why should they be modest? They'd be lying if they said being able to claim you in such a way didnt turn them on. ♡⁠˖

• fyodor, Sigma, Kunikida, Ango, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa, Margaret, Poe, Erwin, Mikasa, Reiner, Historia, Lucifer

Both! ★

They simply can't choose, whether adorning your neck and thighs in dark, dotted half-moons or burgundy splotches, they can't get enough of you. They usually leave them in concealed places, but sometimes it's so difficult to not mark you up all over, especially when you're writhing underneath them and clinging to them like a vice because their lips and mouth just feel that good. You'd intertwines your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer or tugging them away when you're lying breathlessly in the wrinkled and messy sheets. They'd ask you if it's too much, rubbing circles into the sides of your hips with a wide, cheeky grin. God, you looked so good underneath them, all bashful and shy with your eyes half lidded and your lips slightly agape. Your labored breaths and quiet sighs were like music to their ears, so really, how could they choose just one when they could give you both and double the fun? ♡⁠˖

• NIKOLAI, Chuuya, yosano, bram, Oda, Atsushi, Lucy, Mushitaro, Tecchou, Tachihara, Eren, jean, Connie, Armin, Hange, maybeee levi, Ymir, Matt, Matsuda, Misa, im torn between both and neither for L, Mammon, Asmo, Beel

Neither ★

They prefer not to leave a physical mark on you, but rather give you a good time to remember them by. A mark will fade quicker than a memory. ♡⁠˖

• Nathaniel Hawthorne, Light, Jouno

A/n: hey chat I didn't realize today was my anniversary so I kinda speedran the characters, it might not be SUIUUPER in character so I'm sorry 😞

[vyoleya]

more of my complicated DR au! (i really need to come up with a name for this, huh) today we have; lloyd!!! (previous things here and here)

(fun fact! that first drawing was the first time i ever drew anything of this au, roughly around when i first created it, which was around may 2024! though it was VERY different back then) HUGE ramble/lore dump under the cut :)

if you read the long arin and sora thingy, then you'll know that lloyd is VERY dead, but unfortunately for him, even death won't remove him from the narrative. due to lloyd being the conduit, he actually had visions of his death months before it happening. of course, he was never really able to decipher the fact that it was him dying until a few weeks until it happened. (all he saw was a wolf warrior doing shatterspin, it took him awhile to realize it was object shatterspin, let alone that it was arin behind the mask.) however, these visions are just possible futures, and there actually was a way he could've survived. there were two things that could've happened; lloyd could have killed arin, or arin could've kill him. lloyd saw both of these options. but lloyd, knowing the whole 'curse of the first student' thing, he wanted to break the cycle. in order to do that, he went with the second option of letting arin kill him. hence, lloyd refusing to fight back against him, and letting himself be killed. (that isn't the only thing he saw in his visions, but we'll get to that later.) due to lloyd having the FSM on his side, along with being the conduit + having carried source dragon energy + being the green ninja + being too important to the narrative, lloyd's still got a lot to do. in his last moments, he clings desperately onto his life enough to say his last words to arin (something along the lines of 'i think i understand my father now, because even as we fight, im still so proud of you, and i know you'll do great things') but this has an... interesting effect, making lloyd merge with his element. his body still dies, and lloyd's merged element self / spirit (who i'll just call Life from now on) is taken to the grasslands. he also pulls arin alongside him for a few seconds, just to traumatize him a bit further! Life, being super wise and all powerful now, ends up harnessing the life inside of arin and residing within it, essentially making arin immortal. when arin came back from the grasslands, he found that there was practically no trace of lloyd, other than his blood & his sword. arin took the sword with him, and uses it as his main weapon.

lloyd's spirit is bound to arin, and while technically he COULD move on and be happy in the grasslands in death... he doesn't want to until he knows that everyone he loves will get their happy ending. while lloyd can't exactly show himself, everyone has found that they can feel his presence around arin, and they can feel the love and care practically radiating off of him :) but lloyd's not known as the 'green savior' for nothing though, as somehow even merged with his element, he keeps overprotective dad nature, and uses his green power to help keep those he loves alive. he's not able to speak or communicate to anyone, but he IS able to interact and move things in the environment that are alive / have energy (so plants & nature and somewhat electric things. he cant do anything with people because he's too busy keeping arin alive) (during arin and sora's frequent fights, Life consistently interjects by moving trees and creating holes or turning off their equipment to get them to stop fighting. it never works.)

he also is able to make certain things hum alive with green energy, which he can sometimes use to guide people to certain places. so if someone he loves ever gets lost in a forest, they'll find a glowing green path through the grass leading them back to safety. of course he can only be in one place at once, and so that person is usually arin. whenever arin takes any fatal blow, from being stabbed in the chest to losing a Whole Limb, whatever's damaged is replaced with life's for a second, then comes back like nothing happened. (people nearby swear that they can hear lloyd screaming whenever this happens.)

and finally, life is still the conduit. arin gets flashes of his visions from time to time, though it's not as violent/intruding as life takes the brunt of them. this is very important as when arin/z ends up time traveling back, past lloyd ends up being abruptly stripped of his conduit abilites, as life has them instead. this causes many problems. (i made an error on my last post that ive now corrected, arin did not end up in the third year of the merge, he came back during the peak of the blood moon, due to that having heightened magic. sora, however, travelled to the first year of the merge.) sora, not quite understanding the whole 'lloyd is keeping arin alive by choice' fully believes that his spirit is trapped and it's her duty to free him, even if she needs to kill arin in doing so. she messes around with vengestone, chronosteel, deepstone, and she even asks jordana to teach her magic and spells (jordana's still struggling after rox's possession, but more on that another day) but sora is never successful, as there isn't much information on how to stop Divine Entities With Father Figure Tendencies. this is a bit of a filler post while i try to figure out how im supposed to explain the post arin & sora time travel world... but ill get to that eventually haha. feel free to send any questions if you have em :) congrats if you read this far! (& heres a bonus doodle)

[the-fo0l]

Micheal Scofield dating hcs

notes: it's criminal crazy kooky insane how little content there is for this show

warnings: gn reader, s1 lore, super soft fluff!!!! also idc if u think its out of charater let me be delulu

he's so babygirl

a very devoted boyfriend (im pretty sure i say that in all my hcs but its true!!)

just so soft and polite and gentle with you aaaaa

doesn't notice just how hard he's fallen for you until he has to be apart from you a long while

such a gentleman, his intentions towards you are always respectful

before you we're offical he had quite the crush on you

sometimes you could notice that cool, calm, witty demeanor of his becoming more bashful and jittery around you

daydreamed a lot about you and your potential future together. what it'd be like to live with you, to start the day by your side, how you'd show affection, how you'd express diffrent emotions, what you'd talk about, your niche interests and quirks— etc

slightly creepy but he did do a bit of research on you to make sure he hit it off with you as best as he could

always says good night and good morning, over text if not in person

just imagine waking up, still cuddling, but with a little distance so he can properly take in your sleepy morning face

him just gazing at you so lovingly, his gentle smile growing a little bigger seeing you open your eyes, then moving one hand from your waist to caress your cheek and murmur "good morning" with his sultry morning voice

GOOD LORDDD

he developed a new-found love for his job when you two started dating cause thanks to it he can properly provide for you

and provide he does

doesn't think you should have to work a day in your life (unless you wanted to)

he'd hate for you to stay at a job you're miserable at

super proud of you for all your accomplishments

when you have to seperate while walking to avoid something in the street, be immediately reaches back to interwine your fingers again

expresses all love languages in some way but 'acts of service' is his main one

amazing at gift giving and romantic gestures

just when you think he can't possibly out-do last year's anniversary/birthday gift he suprises you with something super elaborate and meaningful

absent-mindedly makes origami flowers for you at work. you'll also find them all over your apartment, some hidden, some in plain sight

at some point he started writing messages on them. some with the most loving praise you've ever heard and some w cheesy pickup lines

p.s. he grins ear to ear when he finds out you've got a special box for them all instead of throwing them away

when you're both still a little tired in the morning, or when either of you comes home after a long day, he peppers delicate kisses all over your face, ending with a deeper kiss to your lips

your touch just makes all the headaches of his day-to-day melt away

also takes both your hands and kisses your knuckles while looking at you with all the love and admiration in the world god lord

okay enough with the kissing!

always opens doors for you

compliments you often, and always uses words like stunning or beautiful instead of "hot

loves making you flustered with praise

he's an amazing listener, and he looooves listening to you talk

also, he's quite intense with the eye-contact

he thinks you're the most gorgeos person in the world what can i say

it might seem like he's not paying attention sometimes cause of how lost-in-your-eyes he seems but i assure you he remembers every little thing you say

nods along and hums a little to let you know he's listening

"i remember you said you liked this, so i got it for you" typa guy

you're happy = he's happy

will often sometimes call you to talk about nothing really important, more just for the sake of hearing your voice

and if you're not much of a talker that's fine too, the silent moments you share are never awkward

he's canonically super observant, so if you changed anything about your apperance or if you were in a bad mood he'd notice right away, even if you tried to hide it

great at comfort too, that silky-smooth voice of his knows exactly what to say

he's a very handsome guy (i mean cmon just look at him) so he tends to get hit-on quite a bit

he'd always brushed it off before but ever since he set his sights on you he's been very adamant on very clearly and quickly rejecting others' attempts

when he was making plans to break linc out of prison, a huge amount of his focus went to making sure you were kept safe during the whole process

having you be there from him after news broke and after linc got the death sentence already meant so much to him

so when he trusted you the broad strokes of his plan, and you supported him??? ohmygod this man fell in love with you all over again

yes, he was worried, but he had to tell you, spending days obsessing over prison schematics and getting full body tattoos is rather hard to hide from the love of your life after all

granted, he could have broken up with you and tried to rekindle after he'd escaped, but be fr he could never bring himself to dump you

you never know what may go wrong, and his love for you wasn't exactly a secret, so he took every precaution he could (as in like if someone wanted to harm you cause of your association with him)

he was still super anxious to let go of you

gave you the most passionate and desperate kiss before he went to prison

gets really really homesick for you

calls you whenever he can

would sometimes get teary-eyed from how hard he misses you before falling asleep in his bunk

would lose his mind if something didn't go according to his carefully constructed plan and put you at risk, cause there's not much he can do to control what happens outside foxriver. if t-bag ever found out about you he'd. freak. out.

he's willing to go to great lengths for the people he cares about (it's like the whole plot of the show), so you'd better not play w his beloved

on the rare occasions he has down-time in prison his thoughts always go to you and what you might be up to

he's surrounded by murderers daily and has the gall to be worried about you

sucre would pester him about his love-life a lot. insisting that he recognized yearning in michael's distant expression and saying that no single man could've helped him woo maricruz with that letter (michael writes love letters for you too)

sucre does eventually pull it out of michael and becomes just the biggest supporter of your relationship

this was kinda messy huh

[diejager]

First of all HEYYY I love ur work smmmm I read almost every. single. day. So I have anemia (iron deficiency) and I'm always super cold and pale. Like my body barely produces any heat. Sometimes I don't even realise how cold I actually am like I just look in the mirror and realise my lips are blue and I look like a zombie. So I was wondering if u could do like a Ghost x cold reader like with the blue lips and nails and everything ykkkk?? And to be sum like they end up having to stay in a safe house together cause they're snowed in and the radios don't work or wtvvvvv and the heats brokennnn OMGGG and there's only one bed😭😭😭😭🤌🤌 I would love that sm tbh and again LUV UR WORK

Cw: fluff, humour?, anemia, snowed in, mention of hypothermia, cold, one bed trope, tell me if I missed any.

You hated the cold as much as you hated snow despite how lovely you remembered it was, to feel the soft and cool flakes fall on your face and staring off into the landscape. You couldn’t help feeling some sort of aversion towards the cold when your condition made you nearly vacant of any heat, extremities turning blue or purple if you didn’t regulate your own tempature. But the thing you hated the most, was being stuck and snowed in a safe house without any communication from Laswell and a broken heater. 

At the very least, you had company, sent off to Siberia with Ghost by your side, a man that burned higher than anyone you’d ever met. Perhaps he was the best option out of everyone, someone you got along with and enjoyed his jokes. That left you shivering under many layers of warm blankets, a bundle on the single bed that the safe house had. Oddly enough, it had enough food to feed a team of ten powerful and hungry men for an extended amount of time, space for many to roam around, but it had one single bed in the whole facility. 

Not that it minded you, you were as close to him as you were with the other men, a gentle friendship that often led to idiotic decisions and humourless jokes (more so on his side than yours). You watched him move around the room, securing the windows before he did the same to the rest of the house, checking the locks and insuring that both of you would be safe for the night; and when he was sure everything was secure enough, he climbed into bed, slipping under your pile of blankets. Ghost held you against his chest, an arm under his head and the other around your waist, keeping you close to him to share his heat with you, to relieve you of your shaking and shuddering, and breath coming out in frozen vapour.

“Tell me a joke, Ghost,” you quipped, wanting to take your mind off the numbing cold and your low iron count.

“What does a doctor ask a snowman?” He started after a few seconds of thinking, a lightness in his tone.

“What?” You raised your brows, burying your face into your blanket burrito and squirming until he got tired of it and tightened his hold on you.

“And you say you’ve been erect for 4 hours?” He ended with a low chuckle, laughing at his own joke. He was shamelessly proud of it, apparently.

You blinked owlishly, lips pursed as you mumbled lowly, huffing through your nose with a quick sigh, worming around to stare at Ghost. Even with the mask on, you could see the softened expression through his eyes, his darkened eyes gleaming with mirth and innocent joy.

“That was bad,” you pouted, narrowing your eyes a him.

“Oh? But you laughed,” he grumbled.

“Because it was bad.”

“Yeah, now shut up and sleep.”

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[bingusbongu]

(Sorry I'm about to send like 4 requests /srs)

May. May I request some rottmnt Leon general dating hcs..

-🖋

A/N: HEY BESTIE,,,, dawg really sent me 8 requests,,,, oh well here is my take on Leolanadro dating hc!!!!!! Im tired,,, sorry if this is to short

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Leonardo Dating hcs♡

• he is a HUGE flirt. Even before you and him even began a relationship, he is finding the most wildest pick up lines that he can think of, and blurting them out without even thinking about it

• he would totally get hurt and when you rush to his aid he takes this chance to flirt

"Ow,,, ive hurt myself from falling,,,, for you ;)"

DAWG FELL FROM A BUILDING TO FLIRT WITH YOU WITH HIS BODY BROKEN

• does litterly EVERYTHING to get a blush or a giggle out of you it makes him look stupid (he already does)

•and when he actually manages??? His ego boosts, and he gets all proud of himself. The smugest smile ever

• NEVER uses your real name. He HAS to call you a nickname. From the moment you guys started dating, and even before he had a stupid nickname for you. And you just have to go along with it

• does litterly anything and EVERYTHING to try and impress you. Whether it just be chugging a whole can of soda without burping, he does it just to earn your praise. (He is also alittle insecure,,, make sure he knows how amazing he is ♡)

• he loves physical affection, atleast just holding your hand or tackling you into a hug to cuddle. But i also think he would use words of affirmation. Praising you on every little thing you do, even if you are just sitting there with him, he will just come up with a praise out of nowhere, and not even realize it.

• he also needs words of affirmation from you, make sure he is doing a good job and you love and appreciate him<3

• when he has to leave you or you have to leave, he wont let it happen without getting a kiss from you. Whether it just be a quick peck or a cheek kiss, he needs a kiss before he leaves. And has the biggest grin when he gets it

• speaking if which, when he is out with his brothers without you, he complains so much. Complsining about how he misses you and your kisses and your hand in his and the way you lean against him -

• his brothers had to ducktape his mouth shut because of how much he was complaining about missing you.

• Donnie is getting so tired of here about you from Leo that he had to pull you aside and ask what you see in him. But alittle releaved since Leo goes to you to bother instead of him.

• Mikey thinks you guys are ADORABLE. Having Leo come home after a date and tell him EVERYTHING because he needs to know

• Raph is happy for him! He is just very worried that he is going to get distracted during a battle or something even worse and get himself hurt because he couldn't stop babbling about you

• when he is done with his day, he is immediately searching you our to find you, kiss you, lay ontop of you and tell you about his day and the recent battle. (Def twists the story to make him look like the only hero)

• you have to wear earplugs simetimes at night to drown out Leo from being up or making alot of noise in the middle of the night. Or, sometimes you stay up with him for as long as you can jusr to talk to him or comfort him. Though, i also think he would love to hold you while you sleep. Even if he is awake, he'd like holding you close to him

• wakes you up super early because he is bored

• Dates are normal, going out to a different restaurant each week to try the food. And if there is pizza, Leo always orders that instead

• some of your dates though might be small, like him coming over to watch a show or movie with you

•you are one of his main priorities, alongside His Brothers, Dad, April, and Casey. So you bet your ass Leo would go out of his way to protect you and keep you safe. And you're his first concern when a battle is done. Has Donnie scan you just in case so many times.

• hold this poor baby PLEASE, he so needs it

• he makes sure to drag you along with him everywhere he goes, he dosnt go anywhere without you unless its a battle. He needs to keep you safe and he intends to to so.

• brags about you all the time, mever shuts up about how amazing you are. Telling everyone how you woke up this morning

• HED BE SUCH A GENTLEMSN TOO URGGGG

• he is the type of guy to push you back in the car and close it just so he can open the door for you.

• when you enter the room he is automatically to your side and cracking up the worst pick up lines once again

• if you do actually manage to laugh at one of his jokes, he is already looking at rings to buy you

• if anyone tries to flirt with him, he will decline by going, "sorry, but im... taken." makes it so dramatic for no reason

• if you were to call him at any time and you could be halfway across the city and you need him, he is automatically up and out of the lair running to your destination to get to you he isnt slacking.

• LOVES the fact that you depend on him. Makes him so proud of himself, also gives him another bit of motivation to be a good leader!

• Casey is so happy to see you two together in a different timeline. Yet, has to constantly avoid Leo sometimes. Because he pesters Casey atleast once a day to see if you guys were married in the future.

• cant go a full day without seeing you at least once. He will show up to your home unannounced and break in. He's done it so many times that you just gave him a spare key.

• your home becomes his second hang out spot. If hes not at the lair, he is definitely hanging in your house and raiding your fridge for food

• his brothers dont question it, they know where hes at

• sends you random memes in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, LIKE???? leo honey, we need sleep

• gets so pouty when he has to leave you, but when he does he makes the most dramatic exits like jumping out of the window and shouting "WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, MY LOVE"

• He's so stupid, but we love stupid♡♡♡♡

[theoriginalkaminari]

okay here me out

(WARNINGS: suicidal thoughts. Also please do not repost or reblog.)

So we all know that mr Tamaki Amajiki is big anxiety right?

Well imagine if he had a partner that was just as anxious and nervous as he was.

Like Mirio introduced you to him and you guys were like: Im JuSt LiKe YoU, YoU'rE jUsT LiKe mEeeeeE ITS SOMETHING ANYONE CAN SEEEEEEE

Or maybe Tamaki was like: Its okay, Tamaki. Just imagine them in their underwear.

...OH NO THEY'RE HOTTTT

anyway but like you two enjoy just staying inside and cuddling.

I feel like you both would do cute things to show your guy's love for each other, maybe like, gift giving, or holding pinkies, or soft little forehead kisses.

Oh you don't feel like going out? Good. Tamaki agrees and you two watch a silly TV show together.

Sometimes you two don't even need to talk to each other, you guys can just stay close together and thats enough.

Imagine if you two have a kid, boy, girl, whatever. And they are just like the most EXTROVERTED PERSON TO EVER LIVE.

Don't get me wrong you both are super supportive of your little pastel child but HOLY HELL. They do get along with Mirio a lot, however, which is adorable.

Oh, they wanna bring friends over? Do it when you and Tamaki are not in the house just incase the friends want to see you guys or you both accidentally run into them.

But all in all i give this relationship a 7/10. Very cute.

Now imagine Tamaki with a super big and buff s/o.

Have you seen Black Clover? Okay so you built like Yagi. Like big buff hot and intimidated for looks.

You seen Jujutsu Kaisen? Okay then you built like Maki. Personality wise.

Sorry, but at first Tamaki avoided you like the plague. To him, he thought you were kinda scary. To make things worse for him, you were a Bakugou. Katsuki's twin to be specific.

But you were also good friends with Mirio and Kirishima, so maybe he could try talking to you.

Just kidding he hid behind Mirio every time you went up to talk to him.

So one time he was walking around the campus when he saw you outside training outside in the courtyard. His first thought was to run away and hide, but then you called him over.

Not wanting to be rude, he hesitantly walked over to you, trying to avoid eye contact at all times.

Then you asked him if he'd want to hang out sometimes.

Tamaki was so fucking shocked and confused, this poor baby. Have you seen the owl house? Remember how Amity Blight blushes? Yeah, thats how he blushed. When he didn't respond, you just took it as a silent rejection. But before you could say anything, he nodded very stiffly and slowly.

Somehow you two are dating now.

Oh ho ho ho. You thought it was done? No.

Your mom wanted to meet your boyfriend. Mitsuki Bakugou, your mother.

So you asked Tamaki, and he was pretty hesitant at first. But he wanted to make you happy and proud of him, so he said yes.

Tamaki stayed next to you like you were the last thing on earth all through the dinner. Katsuki was glaring daggers at him from afar, but stayed quiet because...lets be honest. Your twin brother is kinda afraid of you.

Tamaki spoke when spoken too, and was very polite. He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible and even kept eye contact with your mom for about two minutes.

When the night ended, Tamaki was rewarded with kisses and cuddles.

Basically, you two are a version of Yuta Okkotsu and Maki Zen'in from Jujutsu Kaisen. I give this 9/10 you two are so silly.

Okay. One more.

If you've seen Bungo Stray Dogs, you know of Dazai Omasu. A very silly and suicidal guy. Yeah, you have his personality.

And EVERYONE knows Satoru Gojo, right? Its your lucky day because you have his looks!

Anyways.

Tamaki is super intimidated by you because you're obviously very popular and flirty and playful.

So one day you're kinda just walking around UA and you see Tamaki talking with Mirio. Since Tamaki is a super shy guy, you were like: yes, a new target.

You walked up to him and Mirio, talked for a bit with Mirio, than proceeded to flirt with Tamaki.

Tamaki was confused as hell. Why is this super hot and popular person talking to me? He thought.

Eventually, you left, but not before saying to Tamaki: "Don't bother calling me by my last name. After all, it'll be yours soon." You winked and walked away.

Yeah, Tamaki fainted.

You two eventually started dating when you got dared to kiss Tamaki. (Don't worry you asked permission first.)

Oh, people are flirting with you? Well, prepared to be ignored because your focus is all on Tamaki!

At one point, Tamaki got super sad when you kept making jokes about killing yourself. He cuddled with you and cried, begging for you not to leave him.

Please don't, he'll miss you a lot.

He feels the need to always be around you, not wanting to slip up and give you a chance at suicide by not being there.

I give this relationship a 10/10, very awesome.

[rookiesbookies]

Hi, I really love the greek gods au for the boys, could I request some more hcs for them?

I was lowkey so excited to have an ask! Welcome Anon! I appreciate you! You have braved my inbox and im super excited to have you!

I saw you ask and wrote this as fast as I could with some of the other ideas for them that swim around my brain.

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist is pinned on my account as always, and my inbox is open!

Price

He had Hephaestus forge him a special razor so he could always keep his mustache in check after an incident where he tried to use a human razor and broke it.

He wears human clothes, he does have his godly robes but he prefers to wear something that may be comforting for whatever sacrificial woman he has at a given moment.

Has debated no longer accepting the women as sacrifices

for a long string of time the women were just the horniest ones or the village prostitutes. While they were nice for a week or two he did end up finding them homes elsewhere

Gaz says he fosters women like cats.

Price isnt looking at fostering anymore though. This most recent accidental sacrifice has by far been his favorite. She’s so warm, causes no problem, and isn’t like the last one he got who owned 8 cats.

Price likes cats, just not 8 of them.

He also worries Zeus will try to take his woman

Which is why the woman is hidden and protected by Price’s powerful shield from anyone who tries to creep on her. He doesn’t want his woman threatened by Hera.

Hera already knows he has decided to marry this one, as the goddess of marriage and is probably the most proud of him compared to Zeus’ other bastard children.

Soap

He most often wears his godly armor instead of his robes or human clothes.

The human clothes are really only to go see Price, the robes are really only for relaxing in his house, but the armor is for working.

He has to really just follow around his dad, Ares

He doesn’t know his goddess mom, and Ares wont tell him. Honestly he questions if he’s even Ares because the relationship isnt very father-son, they’re more just like Coworkers

He says his mom is probably Aphrodite but who knows

He spends most of his time with Simon.

Simon is relaxed and comes to work with him sometimes. Usually accidentally causing a cold breeze with his presence.

Soap linda digs the dark robes, he hates how shiny his white ones are.

Definitely hides amongst humans when he gets pent up or frustrated from work.

Gods are so demanding in bed, he’d rather have a human.

With Price looking like he’s going to settle down with his newest sacrifice, Soap thinks about finding his own woman. Price’s helps him cook and clean and look like she’d take it with no problems. Soap kinda wants that now

Ghost

He’s a very antisocial god.

Price has tried to get him to loosen up.

Price has offered him the best of some of the sacrifices that he didn’t get along with.

Simon just hasn’t shifted.

He buddies around with Soap, says its because their work is the most similar.

In reality Soap is the one person he favors the most. Keegan is also up there, but he’s no Johnny.

He never understood why Price took the sacrifices of women. He doesnt bother with the mountain god who gets on his nerves. He loves Gaz but his social battery just dies.

He doesnt see anyone loving that.

Not to mention, he’s the god of Winter. His fingers are cold, his robes are a dark black instead of a beautiful white because he’s from the underworld, and he spends a lot of time down there as well.

He refuses to kidnap a woman how Hades had. Says he had standards and is too attractive for that. Tells people he’ll get a woman when he wants one.

Persephone worries about him. Persephone wants a daughter-in-law who can bring her cold son out of this.

Even Demeter worries, and she loves when he visits. She has no more work when he comes into town, she just wish he didn’t reek of death from the underworld.

Konig

You think Konig was tall at somewhere between 6’7” and 6’10”? Now he’s like 8 feet tall.

He’s probably the loneliest of all of gods, he lives at the top of his mountain (which is kinda like the one of Olympus where it was kinda just a glorified hill) and doesn’t get much company, unlike the 141 group.

He does wear a veil because of his anxiety, being a lonely god makes you self conscious, what if all the other gods are much more handsome?

He wears robes, unlike the 141 group, he doesnt try to blend in with humans so he only has his godly robes.

He doesnt often get sacrifices either, since his altar is at the top of the mountain. Its why he doesnt intervene when the war people come often.

If only there was a way to sacrifice someone to keep him company, he’d never need much more again.

Especially with Atlas holding up the world.

Zeus told him he was born from a single drop of Atlas’ sweat hitting the ground.

Konig has never met Atlas. So he wouldn’t doubt he maybe is secretly a Zeus child? However he doesn’t mind not being a Zeus child. Hera doesn’t give him problems and he likes it that way.

He cooks, he cleans. He’d do anything for someone to spend a bit of time with. He might start scoping out the local village and town again. Last time he was disappointed by all the interesting ones being taken, so he stayed at a distance. But maybe he’d try again.

Keegan

Work is always calling Keegan.

As Thanatos says, “humans wont stop dying, birthing, fucking, or breathing”

Keegan doesn’t disagree.

He has black robes, similar to Ghost’s as they’re both from the underworld. He has spent a great deal of time with Simon as he has to deal with people suffering from hypothermia in the harsh winters.

Simon doesn’t cold shoulder him like most others. Compared to the gods from the underworld, Keegan is quite friendly. He just knows people dont live forever.

Or he hasn’t learned Price can protect humans and living things from death yet.

He has a solid relationship with Thanatos. He cant complain especially next to Soap’s and Price’s situations

He hasn’t ever really spent time with the 141 group because he’s worried he’ll have to get up and leave randomly due to his job.

He also doesn’t have human clothes like they do. He often wonders where they came from.

His home is in the underworld, so he worries about a human living there if he ever were to take on a bride.

Maybe he’d find a nice goddess like Hades did. But Price makes humans seem so nice.

He just worries he wouldnt be home enough to care for his human or he’d have to take his human to work to make sure she got enough vitamin D… i mean he can always gives you vitamin D but it’s a different vitamin.

He’s also worried about touching a human because what if he accidentally kills them or something ridiculous like that?

Too many risks. Maybe. Unless someone is brave enough to prove them wrong.

Gaz

He saves a lot of dropped babies from serious damage. He never shows himself, always stays invisible to the human eye, but he saves a lot of babies.

Also saves a lot of kids. Toddlers and young children fall quite a bit.

He has the whitest and cleanest and shiniest robes btw

But yeah he loves saving kids. Especially when he can show his form because adults don’t believe kids anyway.

Especially if they say they were saved by a god.

He also saves quite a bit of animals. Like bird eggs.

He just prefers saving kids.

He thinks they’re really darn cute.

Wouldn’t mind a few of his own

Doesnt help Hermes keeps teasing him though.

Hermes never misses a chance to remind him he came from him jerking it on a cloud and letting it fall to the earth.

Hermes thinks its really funny.

Gaz wouldn’t hate a partner. Nymph, Human, or Goddess.

He’s taken a couple of them to bed and has to say Human is his favorite.

Did he mention he saves a lot of kids?

Would you, maybe, like to save his, perhaps, for like 9 months?

Krueger

Sebastian makes Konig’s world a bit less lonely? However isn’t the most wonderful company.

Definitely defiles the virgins of random towns near by.

Has fun telling them he’s a god and was sent by their towns patron to defile them

Lowkey Hera had to ask if he was one of Zeus

He was actually carved from clay and given gifts from gods

Artemis made him a skilled hunter, Hades made him a quick thinker, Athena gave him tactical knowledge, Ares gave him strength, Apollo gave him impermeable skin, Zeus gave him a big dick, Eris gave him wild anger

The usual

His job is not terribly demanding and has quite a bit of free time to spend with Konig

He has big dark armor and a giant axe. Definitely has a lot of fun with it

his dream is to get a temple of his own and his own priestesses who would do his bidding and pray to him their city doesnt go on a hit list for the gods

He also dreams to get a virgin sacrificed to him.

He isnt greedy like Price when it comes to women, he just wants one. One is all he would need.

He’d never need to go around defiling random virgins anymore, he’d just get to have his virgin at home.

He’d love to have his own servant. He’d treat her well he promises. He’d love an embarrassed virgin for himself.

[jesi555]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. | © jesi555 — kinktober 2023

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐈. | nami

warnings. | wlw sex yessir, fem reader, recording, twt vids [im compensating for the fact that im shit at writing smut], camgirl, hints at vivi x nami, cunnilingus, scissoring, making out yum. im not super proud of this :( lmk if i miss anything.

tags : @aizensgf, @wolflover384, @bun-parade, @3v37773, @guccilaw, @immindingmyown @ruledbyproblematique

Nami loves her followers. After all, they rain money on her. Her tip menu is pricey, but her followers were down bad and As her no 1 fan, so were you. Sometimes Nami thought you were some pervy old man based on your tip, But money is money, and Nami loves money.

Nami felt generous recently, so she announced a competition. 131: one lucky winner, three entries max, one video of both of us, Her community post read. It was a tempting risk, so you mindlessly entered the competition.

At around 9:30 on a Thursday night, you silently studied at your university's library, a few other students doing the same. You were in the zone until a silent vibrating buzz broke your focus. Irritated, you checked your notifications, your eyes bulging out as you saw the email from @namimi. A soft squeal left your lips as you read over the contents of the email.

Congratulations ___! You have won the 131 competition. Your proof of winning is in this email. Please take a screenshot of this email along with the attached verification number and send it to me on Instagram as soon as possible! love, Nami!

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. After a silent scream, you hurriedly headed back to your dorm. After screaming into your pillow and thoroughly contemplating the reward, you finally texted Nami.

___: hii! I received an email saying I won the 131 competition! here’s a screenshot!

You awaited her response for a few minutes, but as it turned into an hour and another, you slowly lost hope. You honestly felt disappointed. Your fave just flaked out on you!

Before you could wallow in sadness anymore, a buzz got you running towards the device.

namimi: omg hi! I'm so sry for the late response! I was getting my hair done. I see you're the lucky winner!

Before you could reply, a small notification popped up, '@namimi followed you'. You quickly accepted the request and waited.

namimi: hold on, you're a girl?! thank god. I was not looking forward to having sex with a middle-aged Discord mod.

you laughed and messaged her back,

___: haha no I'm very much a girl. so do you need any information from me?

namimi: just general stuff, I'd prefer it to be face-to-face though, is that okay with you?

___: Absolutely!

namimi: cool! I'll text you the location soon!

You bit your lip nervously. Nami was coming to meet you. The Nami. Your leg bounced up and down, waiting for her arrival. A few minutes pass as you see a head of orange hair enter the cafe. She looked around for a second before she saw your smiley face.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person." she chuckled, "do you wanna make the video today? I'm free tonight. You look good as it is."

Your mouth slightly fell open as a small 'huh' voice out of your throat. "I mean Yes!" you quickly said.

"Awesome, let's go back to my place then."

Her home was nice. It smelt like tangerines.

"You're okay being recorded right?" she asked. Nodding in agreement, you looked over her room.

"Alright, the camera's set up. do you want a dom or sub role?"

"girl do anything to me," you spoke without thinking, processing what you said. she laughed out and asked you if you were ready.

"yes"

"good. then strip"

A new notification spelled out 'namimi is live', and soon hundreds and thousands of followers joined the livestream. To many of them, the stream was pure heaven. 2 hot girls making the fuck out? Yes, please!

namiismymommy sent 10$: holy fuck namisslut sent 2$: wait is that @princessvivi? ilovevivi sent 4$: Nah bro that's the lucky winner namisslut sent 5$: I'm so jealous

"Are you reading the comments?" Nami whispered in your ear, both of you, skin to skin.

namiismymommy sent 20$: eat her out.

"My lovely followers are asking us a favor" she moaned, "let's give them what they want baby."

You dropped down in front of her cunt, giving her lips soft kitten licks until she pushed you into her pussy. Nami getting eaten out by an equally hotter chick was a God-sent gift.

This was probably Nami's best video yet. Not to mention, the scissoring was a highlight.

As the live stream ended, the two girls looked at the comment section.

ilovevivi sent 50$: Vivi, Nami and lucky winner threesome when?

It seems like you'll frequent her channel soon.

꩜ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

[vanishingcherry]

Hey Leah, hope you’re doing good. If you’re taking requests, please could I get either Charles or Lando x fem reader. I had a really shitty day and my friends seem really distant and I feel super sad. Thank you x

PIANO LESSONS

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

author's note: heyy! im so sorry about your day... i hope you're feeling better now 🥰. im sorry its a bit late, ive just been in a writing slump and didn't have anything finished. ive had this in my drafts for a while tho so here you go!

masterlist

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It was summer break, which meant Charles was home for over 2 weeks and you had him all to yourself. Granted, you did have days in which you would go out with family and friends, but it was a manner of speaking. It meant that you would be together almost 24/7 for days at a time, something rare in his career.

That was why the two of you had pre-decided to make the most of it. Charles felt guilty sometimes, about not being, in his words, the boyfriend you deserved. Although you had told him multiple times that he was perfect, he held on to that insecurity, which is why you went along with everything he planned, knowing that all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You could honestly say you had been on more dates in the last week than you had so far in the year. There were the simple dinner dates, movie dates, hiking dates and also the more unique ones, such as the one that ended with, for some reason, throwing paint on each other.

But with all that, there were also the more quiet days. The days in which the two of you would stay in your apartment all day long. Those were your favourite days. There was something special about being able to wake up late, not having to worry about work or some sort of event.

"Have you been awake a while?" you whisper, shifting so that you would be closer to him, tucking your head under his own as he continues to run his fingers through your hair.

"Ouais." he murmurs. Yeah. "Mais c'est bien. I like looking at you."

It was another one of these days, and you were coming back from the kitchen with a snack when you heard the soft notes of the piano. Smiling, you switched off your phone and walked into the makeshift studio you and Charles had converted a guest bedroom into.

He had taken piano lessons during quarantine, and you had never been happier with his decision. There would be times in which you would come home from work, the sound of music immediately putting you in a state of relaxation.

You stand in the doorway, watching as his fingers dance across the keys. A few minutes later, when he stops playing, you walk over and sit next to him.

"What piece was that?" you ask softly, not wanting to speak too loud. You rest your head on his shoulder, offering him a chip from your bowl.

"Did you like it?" he replies, answering with a question of his own.

"Yeah, it was beautiful. I loved it."

"It's mine. I made it." he admits sheepishly. "I was just trying something out."

"REALLY? Oh my god, amour!" Your eyes widen at his words, head turning towards him in disbelief.

"Yeah. You actually like it?"

"Yes, of course! Oh my god, bebe. How did you- I'm so proud."

He shyly smiles at your praise, before piping up. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Your song?" you ask, clearly excited.

"Well" he starts. "Maybe not my song right now, but I can teach you an easier song... and then we can work up to my song?"

"Ouais! I can't believe I never thought of that before."

He smiles at your enthusiasm before wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He then gently takes your hands, placing them on the keys, keeping his fingers over your own. He looks at your expressing for a few seconds, unable to stop the smile from creeping on his face as he realises just how special you are.

"You press this finger and this finger at the same time, and hold it for a second" he directs, after shaking his head to focus, pressing down on the right keys.

You follow his directions, going over ever note a few times before moving on. He was patient, overly so, helping you with the biggest grin as you ask him to repeat the last few steps.

Before you knew it, it had been over an hour, and you had learnt quite a bit of what Charles was teaching you. At this point, both of your attention spans were low, and there wasn't a lot of playing going on. Rather, it was you trying to get through the last few notes before a break while Charles lightly tickled your sides, proving to be an annoyingly cute distraction.

"I think I'm done for today" you sigh, shifting slightly to rest your back against Charles.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm tired." you say.

He nods sympathetically before standing up and pulling on your hands to make you do the same.

"You go to bed and put something on the TV, okay? I'll make dinner and be there soon."

"Are you sure? Do you want me to help?"

"It's just pasta" he replies, shrugging and lightly pushing you in the direction of the bedroom.

"Okay... but I want mine al dente", you emphasize. "Not croccante"

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yourusername thanks for the piano lesson @.charlesleclerc

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charlesfan oh to have charles as a piano teacher

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charlesleclerc of course ❤️... same time tomorrow?

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[08melancholie]

Honeysuckle and Whiskey. — Micah Bell/OC

CHAPTER 15 — Ancient Feuds and Big Cities.

words: 14,446 | AO3 LINK — MASTERLIST

a/n: A whopping 14 thousand words. My longest chapter to date, and I'm actually super proud of it. I've never written so many words in one sitting honestly and I really hope that you guys enjoy the chapter!

Inside Micah's tent is, of course, the owner himself, quietly grumbling something as he's looking for something inside his tent. It's only when Melody's head pops into the living space that he breaks his gaze away and towards the intruder. "Do they not teach you to knock where you're from?" He teases, turning to face her as she lets herself into his tent.

Melody rolls her eyes at his comment, dismissing it like most of his jabs. "Well I thought you'd like to hear this." She starts, taking a seat on his bedroll. "It's about Dutch."

"Dutch? What about 'im?" Micah repeats curiously, folding his arms across his chest as he leans back onto the edge of the table he was searching through. 

Melody sighs, leaning back a little as well. "Well... he's upset with me—and you." She starts.

Micah raises a brow. "Psh, why?" He scoffs. "I ain't done anything that could'a pissed him off recently. Did you tell him something? And drag me in too?"

"Just listen;" She stops his onslaught of questions and accusations. "you know how I sometimes switch out going on a job with someone to go with you? Well, he got absolutely worked up when I asked about it this time." She explains. "Not to forget—said we should 'tone it down'." She adds sourly.

Micah just stares at her for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows more with every word. He opens his mouth to speak and closes it a few times. "Tone down what? What's his problem?" Micah scowls. "Is he serious?"

Melody shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno! Well, I got Arthur to switch out with me, so you'll be coming with anyhow." She states, gesturing for him to stand up. However, Micah raises an eyebrow as he slowly stands to his feet, unsure.

"So you just gonna go rile him up even more?" He chuckles, following her out of his tent. "And truth be told, I don't wanna be dragged into this feud between y'all." He adds.

Melody rolls her eyes in response, walking towards where their horses are hitched up together. "No, but I also can't find it in me to care." She shrugs again, and just as she's about to add onto her reply, Arthur comes up to the two of them.

"Melody," Arthur calls out as he approaches, looking from her to the other outlaw. "and.. Micah." He adds quickly, before his attention is fully on Melody again. "Dutch ain't gonna let you go out—and you know he'll take it out on both of us if I let you and Micah go right now." He claims somewhat worriedly.

"So just come with us." Melody proposes, like it's as easy for Arthur to go against the leader like it is for her.

Arthur pauses and looks to the side, sighing and thinking it over. "I.. well I don't know, miss.."

Melody, however, is too persistent. "You're either coming with or staying here to make sure Dutch hasn't got a clue we left together." She instructs, gesturing to herself and Micah.

"I like the other option better.." Micah comments under his breath, to which Arthur just gives an unamused glare. 

"Yeah, Micah.. sure you do." Arthur comments right back. "Surprised you're getting your ass up to actually do something. More likely to listen to Melody than any other one of us." He adds.

Micah clenches his jaw, Arthur clearly having hit him where it hurts. Micah's about to reply to the cowboy until Melody interjects. "I might as well go alone if you two'll be bickering the entire time." Melody interrupts, looking at them with annoyance. "Why can't you two ever get along, not even for five minutes?" Both men actually quiet down at the meaningless threat, putting a pause on their little argument. "Good. Well, let's go. I don't feel like staying here any longer, in case he sees us out here planning against him." She says, and continues her way towards the horses, with the men following close behind, not sparing the other even a glance anymore.

On the way, Arthur gives a brief explanation as to what's been going on with the Braithwaites and Grays to Melody, who hasn't really been getting included in all the ruckus—per Dutch's wishes, likely. "And now, we're meeting them in town, or somethin'." He adds. "Sean and Bill should already be waiting on us. But if you ask me, I don't like the sound of it at all. I mean, with all we've done to play 'em the past few weeks.. I ain't too sure they want us for a friendly chat." Arthur claims.

"Ain't that a little dramatic, Morgan?" Micah claims, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just thinking of the others." Arthur responds.

Micah gives a scoff in response, looking to the side. "I care 'bout them others as well, but I also know when we should be taking our chances." He says, glaring at the back of Arthur's head.

Arthur chuckles bitterly. "Like that truce with Colm O'Driscoll?" 

"Oh, yeah.. you'll hold that over my head to my grave." Micah mocks. "That was a simple mistake."

"My lord above.. enough, damn it. How does Dutch put up with you two, seriously?" Melody breaks them up again, riding ahead of both so as to not have to look at them bicker and exchange threatening looks. "Anyways.. where are they meeting us, Bill and Sean?" She asks.

Arthur looks from Micah to Melody, softening his glare. "In front of the Bank in Rhodes."

"Good.. we're close, just.. keep it down for a little." She replies, clicking her tongue for her horse to go forwards.

  Just outside the bank, as said, are Sean and Bill, quietly conversing with one-another. Bill is first to spot the trio, "Good that you finally showed... and brought.. Melody.?" Bill comments.

"Don't moan about it." Melody says immediately, jumping off her horse and getting her rifle off of it, just in case.

"I know I ain't," Sean joins in, looking straight at Melody with his annoyingly loveable, toothy grin. "Extra guns 'n all." He adds, saving himself from Melody's impending glare to the first comment.

The other two outlaws dismount as well, getting their guns ready as the five of them start walking towards the Rhodes saloon. "So.. you said it's something about them Grays? What do they want from us now?" Melody asks, still curious about the whole story.

"Yeah, Bill spoke to 'em, said somethin' about a job. Security." Micah explains, walking alongside her left. "They're paying, anyhow."

"So after stealing their horses, from what I've heard.. you think that's a good idea?" Melody asks, a little puzzled by the situation.

Bill shrugs, displaying his gun over his shoulder. "Dutch's word, anyhow."

"This don't seem legit to you, does it?" Melody turns to Arthur. "I don't think we can trust them."

"They said there was some type of.. big misunderstanding, 'bout them horses and all." Bill explains.

"And burning they fields?" Sean asks, also gaining a new streak of skepticism over this whole situation.

Micah replies with the least skepticism and worry about it. "I don't think they know that was you two." He gestures to Sean and Arthur.

"They think it was the Braithwaites." Bill claims. "Listen, I've been speaking to these Gray boys for some time now.. this is on the level, I swear." He adds, trying to sound convincing. 

"We're stuck in this ancient feud, and instead of playing both sides of it—we're the ones being used by 'em." Arthur grumbles, shaking his head slightly.

Bill speaks up again. "They said something about Catherine Braithwaite, claim she—" 

"Just.. hold up." Arthur stops them, looking around a little. "This don't feel right.."

Sean turns around to face all four of them, letting out a small chuckle. "Now it don't feel right? I could'a told 'ya that—"

Just as Sean is about to finish his sentence, everyone's eyes widen and alert rises once a shot rings through the sky, and goes right through Sean's head, blowing a part of his head right open. Immediately, the other outlaws get their weapons ready and start running towards any means of cover. "Sons'a bitches!" Micah exclaims as he gets a few of the Grays with his pistols, getting himself behind a nearby wagon.

"Gah! Goddamn it!" Bill exclaims in stifled pain, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "Can't believe you shot me, you bastards!" He adds, releasing his shoulder to start shooting as well.

"You okay?" Arthur asks him, trying to focus on his aim rather than his dead friend practically right in front of him, to which he just receives a quick "I'm fine!" from Bill.

"Sean! Jesus Christ, is he dead?" Melody says from behind a crate, unable to get a good look as she focuses on shooting the Gray's boys.

"Of course he's dead, just look at him!" Arthur says, moving up to the wagon next to Micah. "I knew this was a damn trap!" He adds, aimed at Micah.

"You wanna talk about this now, cowpoke?" Micah retorts, shoving Arthur lightly for more space to aim. He notices a few of the men running into one of the stores. "They're in the gun store! Take the back, I'll take the front!" He says to Arthur and Melody, going from the front as he said.

Arthur and Melody go in from the back, shooting a few men down until one tackles Arthur, which Melody quickly shoots to get off Arthur. The two other Grays in the building are shot by Micah who quickly enters the gun store, looking at Arthur. "Don't get sloppy on me now, Morgan." 

"You see that window in Sean's skull? Don't you talk to me 'bout 'sloppy' now." Arthur replies, glaring at Micah.

"They're in the gunsmith!" A Gray shouts to the others, and they start blasting into the building, making all three outlaws duck down.

Melody stands next to a window and breaks it open with the back of her rifle, shooting on the same side as Micah whilst Arthur takes the other one. The shootout is brutal; more and more men keep riding in and it seems as if the Grays have an endless supply of gunmen just for the gang. Finally, once only a few are left, they start retreating and running away.

"They're running away... damn cowards!" Micah exclaims, putting his guns away and taking a quick breather as he walks outside with the others. "Should be most of 'em." He adds.

"Not all of 'em.. Sheriff Gray." Arthur mumbles, looking towards the closed door of the Sheriff's office.

"You see Bill?" Melody jumps in, looking around for him.

Micah looks around for a moment before gesturing for the other two to follow him. "We'll find him later, gotta deal with this first." He says, walking up to the Sheriff's building where he seems to be hiding out. "Sheriff Gray! You need to get a hold of this town; it's going to hell!" Micah taunts, standing before the porch with his hands on his guns, ready to draw.

From the inside, the sheriff calls out back to him. "Who do you think you are?!" He exclaims angrily. "Bunch'a thugs from God-knows where? You were dumb to think we don't know what you've been doing." 

"It's over, sheriff. Come out." Melody says, keeping her rifle firm in her hands.

"Oh, we've put down far worse than you—a hundred times over!" The sheriff continues from inside, though his voice seems to be wavering slightly.

"You heard her." Micah says, looking sideways at Melody briefly before at the door again.

However, this doesn't at all stop the sheriff. "This is the Grays' town! Always has been, always will be!" The lawman exclaims, still not coming out.

"The only Grays left around here I see.. is you!" Micah keeps taunting, trying to draw them out, which seems to finally work.

After a brief silence, the sheriff talks again. "You want us to come out? We'll come out!" It's not what anyone wanted to see—the sheriff holding a gun up to Bill's head.

"Oh.. damn it, Bill..!" Melody murmurs, sighing and holding her rifle up.

"Guns on the ground, all.. three, of you!" A Gray man orders, holding his gun up at one of the outlaws.

"You know we can't do that.." Arthur joins in, shaking his head. "You put the gun down, Sheriff!" He orders instead, pointing his gun at the sheriff.

"I'll blow his brains out!" Just as the sheriff threatens so, the three outlaws share a quick look and all take one of the other three lawmen, with Arthur shooting the sheriff as well.

Bill gets dropped to the ground, quietly thanking Arthur for a moment as he catches his breath, before standing up. Melody and Arthur walk up to Sean's dead body, looking down at him as Arthur crouches with a sigh.

"..Poor guy." Melody breaks the silence, looking down at Sean's blood all over the dirt below.

"He was a good kid." Arthur states, looking down at Sean's face— whatever is left of it.

Bill jumps in next. "Well, how the hell was I to know?" He claims angrily, making Arthur stand up from his crouched position.

"Let me see.." He starts, glaring at the back of Bill's head. "They set us up once before; they didn't like us; we destroyed their farms—should I go on?!" Arthur yells angrily at the man, averting his eyes from Sean at last.

"Go easy on him, Morgan.. he was out trying to find a lead, same as all of us—you, Hosea." Micah joins in as well, but to Bill's defense, oddly enough. "You just love to complain when things don't work out, huh?" 

Melody stands next to Bill, patting the disappointed man's shoulder once before turning to the two cowboys, who are arguing again. "Jesus.. I think we should all just take a breather—" 

"Except when it's your own fault." Micah ignores her, continuing his argument with Arthur as if she's entirely invisible or mute.

"You don't know what you're talking about! You don't give a damn about nobody but yourself!" Arthur retorts, getting more worked up by the moment.

Micah laughs at Arthur's reaction. "Oh-hoho! You love to act so high and mighty—you're no better than the rest of us, cowpoke." He states, clearly trying to get under the cowboy's skin. "I've been ridin' with you boys close to six months now, and all I've heard from you have been complaints." He adds, following Arthur as he walks away to pick Sean up. "You can fight, but'cha can't think!" 

"And you can't do either." Arthur says, before promptly ignoring Micah until further notice. "Bill, will you take the boy, bury him proper, someplace quiet?" He asks as he carefully places Sean's body on the back of Bill's horse. Bill nods in response, getting up onto his steed. "Micah.. best you and I don't speak for a moment." He adds, giving Micah one final glare before getting up on his horse.

"Oh, I'm damn frightened, cowpoke.." Micah replies sarcastically, rolling his eyes before they land on Melody, who is already on her horse as well, but not turned towards camp. "You coming then, Melody?" Micah asks, raising an eyebrow at her turned back.

Melody groans in response. "You two drive me insane! I'm gonna go help bury Sean instead." She exclaims, clenching her jaw slightly out of sheer frustration. "Christ.. come on, Bill. I might know a nice and quiet spot." She says in a much gentler tone, gesturing for Bill to follow, which he quickly complies to and rides off with Melody.

"Nice, look at what you've done." Micah adds, immediately told by Arthur to 'shut the hell up' as the two part ways, both going to do their own thing.

  Bill and Melody buried Sean after checking a few spots out, finding a nice area which will be, as Arthur said, quiet for him. Melody hasn't gotten to speak to Bill much in general, either of them always got too busy for many interactions, but after getting to talk to him for a while, she's definitely found a new fondness for him growing inside her. This doesn't seem to last long, as when the two of them make it back to camp, there's a lot happening. A fraction of the gang is circled around Abigail and Dutch, with the former talking about Jack, asking where he is. Melody and Bill exchange a look of confusion before riding into camp and jumping off their horses. Bill goes up to the fire to ask a few of the men there about the situation, while Melody goes to Micah at a nearby table. 

She leans down to Micah's level from where he's sat. "What's going on?" She asks, looking ahead at the commotion.

Micah looks up as well, scoffing slightly. "Something about Jack, nobody can find him." He explains, looking up at Melody. "Dutch is waiting on Arthur to get here now." 

"Who would take Jack?" Melody questions, puzzled by it. "A goddamn boy.." 

Just as the two of them get to talking about the situation, Arthur makes his way into camp and, seeing the commotion, instantly dismounts and approaches Dutch, who is quick to turn around at the sight of the cowboy. "Arthur, have you seen the boy, Jack?" He asks, walking up to Arthur who shakes his head 'no' in response.

"Where's my son? They took him, didn't they, Dutch? They took my son!" Abigail jumps into word again, looking rightfully distressed about her missing child.

Arthur furrows his eyebrows, looking towards Abigail. "Who took him?"

"We think the Braithwaite woman took him." Hosea joins the conversation, walking up to the three. "That Kieran saw a couple of fellers, sound like Braithwaite boys." He explains.

Abigail shakes her head at the ground. "Where's my son? If anything.." She pauses, her head in her hands, trying her best to stay as calm as a mother could in such a situation. "Where is my son, Dutch Van der Linde?" She turns to Dutch again, looking at him for answers, almost pleadingly. Hosea puts an arm on her back, also trying to soothe her worries.

"We will find him, we will bring him back to you, and we will kill any fool that had the temerity to touch one hair on that boy's head." Dutch claims, and more of his men are quick to accompany the circle, ready for their leader to speak to them. He stays turned to Abigail, trying to reassure her. "Abigail, you have my word."

"Just get me back my son." Abigail pleads.

"I will get that boy back, so help me God.. Right now." Dutch states as he starts walking towards the gang's horses.

Bill quickly strides up to Dutch, accompanied by a few others. "Dutch! We just heard about Jack.. you need extra guns?"

Dutch looks at him for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, why not?"

Melody has been watching it all unfold, and is quick to leave Micah's table. "Where do you want me, Dutch?" Melody follows right behind Dutch almost excitedly. Finally, some action—

"You? Right here; in camp." Dutch says, which quickly makes Melody's good mood falter.

Melody immediately frowns a little, still following him towards his horse. "What? Didn't you say you needed guns?"

"I do! But I also need people that'll listen to me." Dutch stops before The Count and turns, glaring down at Melody. Seems she's really done it now. "Trust.. loyalty, that's what I need."

Melody furrows her eyebrows. "Are you seriously mad about that right now? Everything turned out fine, you were even suggesting that I should go with—"

Dutch quickly falls into her word, raising his voice another octave, uncaring about reprimanding her in front of everyone at this stressful moment, even if it's making everyone even more tense. "Not! Not for everyone! That—" He probably means to reference Sean, waving his hand around in front of her. "—could have been you. I want you to think about that." He instructs, still towering over her with a mighty intimidating aura, as he planned. "Go to your tent, get outta here. I don’t want you exiting camp for a few days, I reckon. Micah, Kieran; guard the place, anyone strange turns up, you kill 'em! Rest of you, let's ride!" Dutch says as he gets up onto his horse, spurring it forward and riding out of camp, with most of the other members riding out as well. The only other members left in the camp are Kieran, Micah and Melody.

Melody stormed off to her tent, shut the flaps behind herself and clearly had no means of coming out anytime soon. She could understand his worry that she'd be killed, but she isn't letting Dutch keep her on a leash or in a bubble, and she's especially not letting him dictate whom she may be close with and who not. Instead of sleeping off her annoyance as planned, she gets a mighty bad idea, which involves disobeying Dutch all the more. Melody is past the point of caring about that now. Only fifteen minutes since the others have left pass before she's quick to get out of her bed and dress herself, sneaking past where Micah is keeping watch and instead walking over to where her horse is hitched up. She stops before it and pets Otto a few times, to which he whinnies just an octave too loud, and it alerts the only other person in camp to walk up to her.

Kieran walks up to inspect the noise, initially thinking that one of the horses got spooked by something, but only finds Melody there. "..Miss? Where are you going?" 

Melody pauses while petting her horse and turns around. "Kieran?" She scoffs. "None of your damn business." She says, waving him away.

Kieran seems unsure, looking around briefly before turning back to her. "You can't just go.. Dutch said—"

"Dutch can shove it for all I care!" She cuts him off, starting to mount her horse.

"No, come on.. think about it, miss.." Kieran tries to keep her in place, looking around again. He sighs before calling out to the only other person she may listen to. "Micah!"

Melody quickly pauses, turning around and glaring at Kieran. "Oh, now you're getting Micah involved?" She says, all pissy at the man now.

"I reckon you're more likely to listen to him than me!" Kieran states, truthfully so.

"..Little smartass." Melody scoffs, turning her head towards where Micah is leaving his tent and walking towards them, looking alert for a moment until he sees it's just the two of them.

Micah grumbles something under his breath as he walks up. "What now?" He asks, looking from Kieran towards Melody, on her horse still. "..Never mind, I think I see. Melody, get down."

Melody groans, letting go of the reins. "You understand this better than anyone else! It's so unfair." She states, looking down at Micah.

"I know that," Micah mumbles, shoo-ing Kieran off with his hand before walking up to Melody's horse. The steed can sense its owners negative emotions and is copying them, slowly becoming distressed. Micah pets the underside of Otto's chin, looking at Melody as he places a hand on the back of her saddle. "But you can't go there, it might make it worse for 'em all. Think about Jack instead of yourself or Dutch." He adds, speaking slowly as to actually try to not offend her this time.

Melody promptly shuts up at the mention of Jack, and it kind-of clicks to her that it could make everyone a lot more stressed out. "Right.. I see what you mean."

"Good.." He moves his hand off her saddle and onto her back instead. "Get off now, you've been scarin' your horse." He points out—another detail Melody has been missing, focused solely on herself.

She quickly dismounts and moves alongside Micah to pet Otto, quietly apologising to it. "He just.. I don't know. Dutch is getting into my head recently. All I can think of is.." She trails off into silence, thinking back to the day she spoke with Molly at the shoreline, when she was crying and told her things that changed her view of Dutch entirely.

Micah looks at her as she trails off. "Is..?" He repeats the last word she used while taking the reins of Otto out of her hand, hitching him to his post again. "If you want my help, 'ya gotta tell me what's going on, in that head 'o yours." Micah adds, gesturing for her to follow him.

"It's weird, I don't even like to think about it." She claims, following alongside his left. "You'd be the first person I'm telling." She adds as they reach... Micah's tent. He just moves the flap to the side and gestures for her to enter.

"Come on, Kieran is watching the camp. Talk to me." It sounds more like a command than an offer. It's pretty clear Micah isn't the best at this entire thing, but he seems to be trying. Or at least, trying to keep Melody from doing something bad.

Reluctantly at first, Melody slowly steps inside. Whereas usually, when entering his tent, she just looks at him and doesn't pay much mind to his tent in itself, this time, she decides to do just that. The interior is not actually something Melody would have imagined to be Micah's preferred one; an actually organized and clean room? The only thing that's messed up being his bed, seeing as he was probably trying to rest now that he had silence in the camp? She decides to just take a seat up on the small table close to one of the canvas walls, looking down into her lap. "Dutch.. well, Molly said she thinks Dutch might.. think more of me than what we know of. More than just a member, or anything of the sort." She says quietly, and Micah's response surprises her thoroughly.

"..As if that much wasn't obvious." Micah murmurs, sitting down on his bed again. 

"What?" Melody lifts her head up with a puzzled expression. "You knew about that?"

Micah just shrugs. "You didn't?" He asks, giving her a puzzled look back. "Had to have Molly let you know? I'm pretty sure everyone knows." He adds, looking down into his own lap.

"..Impossible. How is everyone but me aware of it?" Melody asks. "Why is nobody saying anything anyways? You guys just.. let this happen?" She points out, thinking back on any interactions with the others in the gang that might hint to something.

"None of us are ballsy enough to stand up to Dutch like you do." Micah explains. "It'd be suicide for us, but you..." He gestures forwards to her. "He likes you, so obviously, he won't do nothing."

Melody grimaces, looking down again. "Thats..—"

"Gross?" Micah finishes her thought once she trails off again.

"..Precisely so." Melody murmurs, nodding her head. "I haven't been able to look at him since I found out." 

Micah nods as well, sitting up a little. "I can see that. 'Ya probably started rebelling against him after you found out. A valid reaction, I guess."

"...Felt disgusted myself when I found out." She explains. "Felt bad about Molly, too." Melody adds.

"Well, 'ya know it ain't got nothing to do with you." Micah says, but quickly lifts his head up once she stays quiet. "..Don't you?" He repeats a little more firmly, standing up from his spot on the bed. He slowly walks up to where Melody is sitting. "Well, you should know." He points out again.

Melody just nods a little weakly, but sticks to looking down into her lap. "I still can't help feeling a little bad.. you reckon he thinks I've been reciprocating it, at least until today?" She asks Micah.

"Maybe. Ain't exactly sure, but.. I do know that he's wrong for it." Micah says, placing one hand on the table, next to Melody's leg. "You.. shouldn't have to be in this situation." He adds after a moment of silence, leaning down slightly.

"R-right." Melody mumbles, finally lifting her head to look at him again. However, she quickly realizes just how close the two of them are now, staring up into his eyes a little surprised. "Micah, are you—"

"Not with Dutch." He just continues his small speech, staying close to Melody. "He should know better than to abuse his.. authority, to try and get his hands on 'ya." Micah says, moving so that both of his hands rest on the tabletop around her, making sure to keep steady eye-contact with Melody. His voice sounds just a bit unsure, maybe nervous, which is entirely new. "I.. I know a better approach."

Melody swallows, leaning back just a bit to give them some room. "Micah, this is much.. out of the ordinary—"

"And I don't like to see him try and make us spend less time together, seeing as you like me better. Don't you, Melody?" Micah ignores the way Melody leans back and steps in between her legs, getting closer to her. "Can you say it? Just once?" He asks quietly, his eyes looking more pleading than ever. "Let me hear it, coming from you..."

"Jeez.. Micah.." Melody replies meekly, moving her hands to his wrists subconsciously. "Are you feeling alright.?" She asks, watching him lean in even closer, as if he were simply drawn to her, like a magnet.

Micah moves into her personal space entirely, going lower until he's right next to her ear. "I'll feel better when 'ya say it." He replies, face moving down from her ear towards her neck. "Come on, don't make me beg, doll." He says oh-so-sweetly, and Melody can almost feel his lips ghosting her neck. It makes a shiver go up her spine, and she bites her lip for a brief moment. Is this happening? Right now, to her?

"..You already know I like you better.." Melody mumbles in response.

"Than?" Micah questions, looking for more direct answers.

"Than Dutch." She answers.

Micah nods a little, his lips definitely somewhat touching her neck now. "So say it."

Melody's hands move to his shoulders once his lips finally touch her skin, swallowing again. She squeezes her hands on them, looking for some form of grounding. "...I like you better than.. Dutch."

She can hear Micah audibly exhale, and can feel his left hand move from the table onto her leg. "Yes.." He whispers quietly, and fully presses down on her neck, leaving a quick peck there. "Knew you had it in you." He starts to kiss alongside her jawline, and smiles against her skin once she leans her head back for him voluntarily. His hand on her leg moves without any means to stop, from the top of her thigh to her knee, then underneath her thigh. He grips onto her and moves her a little closer to the edge of the table to properly stand between her legs. Pressing himself against her, Micah's kisses make it to her chin and he stops, looking into her eyes like a man starved. "You gonna let me?" He whispers practically against her lips, waiting for any sign, even the smallest one, of her agreement. 

Melody's mouth parts slightly, breathing a little quickened by now, forgetting where she is entirely for a moment. She makes eye-contact with him again, before slowly nodding her head. Her arms move from holding his shoulders to wrapping around his neck, sitting herself up and closer to him. As soon as Micah has his cue, he moves in and presses his rough and chapped lips to Melody's own, soft ones. His eyes close and he moves both hands to her waist, one on each side, thumbs moving along her shirt. Melody closes her eyes as well, practically melting away as the taste of Micah infiltrates her senses. She's been aware of some.. tension, but she'd never imagine it leading to this—making out in Micah's tent? Him, sounding so goddamn desperate to have her? God, she couldn't even imagine it. She didn't have to either; it was right in front of her. Right here, right now. Melody scoots closer to the edge of the table, wrapping her legs around Micah entirely now. She can feel him pressing against her, and it makes the heat in her stomach grow all the more. Micah's hands start to wander upwards, one to the side of her neck as the other stops over her ribs, just under her chest. The kiss is heated and quick, full of pent-up desire that is just begging to seep out. The two of them could both get lost in the feeling. Micah moves his hand on her neck to the back of it, pulling her impossibly closer to deepen the kiss, while his hand under her chest also starts to wander, just ghosting over her breast. Melody shudders, and is about to start moving her own hands down his chest, maybe even further down, when an interruption stops them. 

From outside, lo-and-behold, Kieran yet again . "Micah?"  Micah and Melody break their kiss and Micah quickly shushes Melody. 

"What now?" He calls back, a little breathless and yet sounding so annoyed at being interrupted that Melody might actually admit it's a little cute.

"Dutch is back. You gotta come out." He says, and the two outlaws inside the tent hear him walk away afterwards. 

Micah groans, looking back towards Melody. He quickly takes a few steps closer to her and leans over her again, stealing another quick peck from her. "Stay here." He says, sounding something between a command and a beg. "Stay in here and I promise, when I'm back, I'm makin' it worth your damn while." He adds, squeezing her thigh gently.

If Melody wasn't red before, she sure was now. "Okay, go then! Be quick." She says, smiling at him with her bottom lip between her teeth.

He smiles back at her, standing up straight and quickly exiting the tent without showing the interior to anyone outside it. Melody decides to get comfortable; taking her boots off, laying down on his bedroll, looking around his living space a little. Whilst waiting, she takes a quick breather to just.. process, whatever the hell just happened. Micah has just made a move on her.. and has done it damn successfully.. much different to how he usually hit on the other girls.. This was a lot to take in, of course. Melody hadn't given it much thought. Yes, she and Micah were definitely close, closer than to anyone else in the gang, both of you. They got teased by the others a lot as well, not to mention the drunken bets from the others on if Micah would ever get Melody to sleep with him. It all just seemed like banter, never truly serious, never even plausible to Melody. But now that the thoughts are running through her head, it seems very real. Melody decides that she'll be leaving these thoughts and the doubts that seem to be coming with it for another time. All she wants now is to see where this with Micah will lead her. She sees something in the way he interacts with her, and she wants all of it.

It takes Micah much less time to come back than Melody had anticipated, but he doesn't look very pleased once he enters the tent. She lifts her head off his pillow, looking at him. "What's wrong now?"

Micah takes one look at her and can just barely think straight to give a proper answer. Laying on her stomach, in his damn bed, looking at him like that? A man can only hold himself together for so long. "Uh.. Ah, yeah.. Dutch says we gotta move again. Arthur and John went and got some place cleared up, we're supposed to back 'till they come back." He explains, taking a seat on the bed, looking down at her. "Some estate.. Shady Belle or something." 

"I see.." Melody hums quietly and nods, moving to sit next to him. She looks sideways at him, giving him a little smile.

Micah raises an eyebrow, turning a little red from the proximity—like it wasn't no problem a few minutes ago. "What's that look for, girl?" He questions.

Melody bites her lip to stifle a little laugh. "Nothing.. nothing, don't you worry." She says quietly, moving herself closer. "So.. what do you.. well, what I'm trying to say is, what is this now?"

"How do you mean?" He asks, noticing how she gets closer, Micah assumes he may place his hand on her leg, which Melody happily allows.

"I mean, us, I guess. What do you expect out of this?" She explains the question bugging her currently, placing her hand over his gingerly. "I just want to know what the.. limit is, you know."

Micah nods, moving his hand around so that his palm is on hers, wrapping his fingers around her hand and laces the two together. "Limit? Oh, darling, 'ya think there's a limit with me?" Micah jokes with a little snicker. "What do you mean with limits? Explain it to me."

Melody laughs in response, squeezing his hand slightly. "Me and.. Colm.. he didn't want to do nothing too.. sappy, ever. That type of limit. Like a.. boundary." She explains, and Micah grimaces almost immediately at the mention of the rival gang leader.

"Ah.. Colm, of course." Micah replies with annoyance. "Then I'm stayin' true to my answer—no limits. We do whatever you're comfortable with.. whatever 'ya want." He says, fidgeting with his free hand slightly.

Melody stays silent for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. "I see.. are you sure? I mean, I'm not sure how to go about this. You know that.. he's the only one I've ever had experience with." Melody reminds him.

"I remember. And I want you to know that I will show you how it's done right." Micah promises, then turns his head to look directly at her. "You gonna trust me, Melody?"

Melody also turns her head to look at him, staring into his greyish-blue eyes with a newly found fondness. After a moment, she smiles and squeezes his hand. "..Yeah.. yeah, I'll trust you."

Micah sighs, looking glad to have received that answer. He leans his head against Melody's for a moment, letting the comfortable silence between them envelop them. Melody leans into him as well, enjoying how her hands feels in his bigger one. After a moment, Micah releases her and stands up. "Alright.. 'ya gotta go pack up. Try to sneak out, I reckon." He instructs with a little chuckle.

Melody returns it, snickering briefly. "I'll see you outside?" She asks, and gets a nod from Micah in response. She turns to slowly exit the tent, but Micah stops her just briefly. He presses his chest against her back, pulling her back into him.

Before she can speak, Micah starts talking. "I promise to do better by 'ya than Colm ever has. You have my word..." He mumbles quietly against the back of her head. "I've never had someone so meaningful, and I know I want it. I know I want you, and that I want to do good by you, Melody." Something has just possessed him into doing that, and he isn't exactly sure what, but he lets it happen. Melody pauses for a moment before his words reach her, and she flips around to embrace him by wrapping her arms around his neck again. 

"I know you will." She says against his chest, sighing into it as she feels his arms come around her, holding her tighter against him. "I trust you'll do much better."

They stay in each other's embrace before letting go, and Micah quickly grabs her hand into his, turning it so that the back faces him as he leans down to kiss it. He looks at Melody, who is barely holding in a laugh at the gesture. "What, too much?" He asks, releasing her hand with a chuckle. "Knew that was stupid.."

Melody lets a laugh out and shakes her head. "Definitely too much." She answers, but turns serious after a moment. "Just be yourself, Micah. That's what I'm here for." She instructs, before giving him a little wave and turning around, exiting his tent quietly to go pack up her tent. 

Micah looks at the exit a little dumbfoundedly, letting out a breath he hadn't known he's been holding."...Oh, this woman.." He mumbles to himself as he sits down on his bed again, groaning quietly into his hand as his face reddens. There goes his tough outlaw image—all over one goddamn woman.

  The move to Shady Belle went about as expected—wagons got packed quickly, everyone on their horses waiting for John or Arthur to come get them, and of course; Micah and Melody practically glued together, horses next to one-another as they talk and laugh quietly between each other, not paying anyone or anything else any mind, basically. However, there's always someone to ruin the party, of course. Just as Melody is about to reply to Micah's whispered flirt, she's called over by the devil himself.

"Melody! Move up here, I think we have to talk about something." Dutch's voice, the callout making most of the others turn and look at her and Micah, who promptly shut up as Dutch speaks. Micah looks a little annoyed, obviously, but Melody quietly reassures him, before spurring her horse forward.

She rides up to his left, stopping next to him. "Yeah?" She turns her head to look at the leader.

He looks rather annoyed with her, still. "Still upset at me?"

"I wasn't upset with you." Melody claims, looking ahead instead of at him. "I understand that you just wanted me to be safe."

Dutch raises an eyebrow, looking at her sideways. "Oh? Had a change of heart in the.. half hour that I left you alone with.. Micah.. and Kieran?" He says, a pause at the name of the former.

Melody barely holds back a little grin. "I don't understand what you're getting at."

"You don't try to play me for a fool, my dear. I saw you leave his tent, just now." Dutch admits, looking at the path ahead as well. If you looked hard enough, you'd see the vein in his forehead forming underneath his skin.

Melody is initially surprised, having been very careful as to not be caught. However, she plays it off as nothing. "So? We were talking when Kieran called him over to you, and he let me stay to explain the situation."

Dutch lets out a quiet scoff, smiling to himself slightly. "Sure. You tell yourself that." 

"What did you think was happening? I'd love to be enlightened." Melody asks, finally turning her head to look at him again.

Dutch turns his head as well, looking her dead in the eye. "Button your shirt collar up." He instructs, averting his gaze down her face to her throat. It was still slightly red, no visible hickeys or anything since Micah hadn't used teeth, but the scratches of his stubble are still visible. After a moment of brief silence, Dutch speaks again. "You're free to leave."

Melody stares at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed as she slowly goes to do as told, button the last two buttons up. But instead of doing so, in a silent protest, she undoes the next button on her shirt, which makes Dutch scoff again, the vein in his forehead popping out again. Melody leaves afterwards, riding back to Micah.

"So.. what'd old Dutch have to say?" He asks her curiously.

"Nothing important.. but I've got something for you once we're at the new camp." She says, stopping her horse next to Micah and resting on it, forearms atop its head and her head propped on it.

Micah grins, clearly catching on that something went down that irritated Melody. He sneaks a glance backwards once she leans forward on her horse, before returning his attention to her face. "Don't get me excited and say nothin', sugar."

"Oh, you'll see." Melody replies. "I reckon you'll enjoy my idea quite a bit."

Micah nods, looking ahead just as John arrives into camp and starts talking to Dutch. "Sure.. I'll trust you."

  The way to the new camp is mostly uninteresting. Everyone follows behind John and Dutch, and Micah and Melody continue their previous conversation as intended. Once they finally make it to Shady Belle, they’re greeted by an actual house; four walls, windows, doors and a roof—and by Arthur, opening the doors and greeting everyone.

Arthur raises his arms in the air, inviting everyone forward. “Welcome home, all of ‘ya, to my humble abode.” He says, walking out onto the front porch. “We got fine living. Ignore the corpses and the alligators, it’s paradise...” He adds, walking up to Dutch.

“I love it!” Dutch exclaims, eyeing the estate thoroughly, proudly. He turns around to the wagon behind him. “Miss Grimshaw, Mister Pearson, would you two kindly.. ‘work your magic’?” He asks of them, and the two people nod in response to him, starting to unload the wagons and everyone’s things off them. Dutch turns to Arthur and grabs his horse’s reins. “Arthur.. Take a ride with me.” He asks of the man, and Arthur is quick to nod and follow him out of camp. As he’s leaving, he’s approached by Molly O’Shea, who goes to ask him something but gets dismissed by Dutch.

Melody and Micah watch the scene and, knowing Dutch isn’t watching, immediately look for a spot to put their tents, much closer to each other this time. Once they have their tents in place, Micah leaves to go do something on his own, whilst Melody offers to help with unloading all the wagons. By the late evening, everyone seems to be well set-in. Micah and Melody have met at the campfire, each sitting on one chair next to each other and talking. That’s when Arthur walks up and interrupts their conversation.

“Melody.” He says, looking from her to Micah with just a quick nod before returning his gaze to the former. “Dutch says you gotta come with, to Bronte’s.” He claims, gesturing for Melody to stand up.

She looks at him a little confused. “Aren’t you and John going as well? Why so many of us?” She questions whilst standing up, quickly followed by Micah also rising to his feet.

Arthur just shrugs. “I wish I knew.” He says, then waves his hand over to the horses. “Go get your horse ready, I don’t wanna waste more time, leavin’ Jack with that sleazy European bastard.” He says, to which Melody nods and walks off. Micah looks ready to interject, clearly having been looking to spend a little more time conversing with Melody, when Arthur quickly jumps in. “Don’t you start nothin’ neither, I’ll have your lady back as soon as I can.” He claims, looking at Micah with a barely held-back grin, getting promptly told to ‘shut the hell up’ by Micah as he walks over to Melody.

“All good?” She asks, already up on Otto and just waiting for Arthur to mount up as well. He answers with a nod and gets up onto his own horse, starting to lead the way to Saint Denis. On the journey over to the desired destination, Arthur catches Melody up to speed, explaining the entire story of how Jack ended up in the hands of a man named Angelo Bronte, some rich and powerful man in the city they were just riding through. As they reach the park just outside the residence, Arthur stops them and they hitch their horses up, walking up to John and Dutch who are sat on the stairs, talking. 

Dutch looks up once he hears footsteps, nodding to both of the approaching outlaws. “There you are.”

“You boys ready?” Arthur asks, stopping before the two as they start rising from their seats. Dutch responds with a quick “‘Course”, and the four of them begin walking towards the sizable house.

Dutch speaks up after a moment. “How much do you know about this guy?”

“Not much.. Just that he’s some slick, little, greasy-haired European who’s clearly got power and money.” Arthur walks alongside Dutch whilst Melody walks next to John; as far from Dutch as she can. “Now, listen, if we go in there and start shooting up the place, the boy’s gonna get shot. That I guarantee. Feller like this is gonna have a lot of protection.” Arthur claims, voicing his concerns while looking at Dutch.

“Ain’t no one gonna get shot, Arthur.” Dutch reassures him. “So everyone just relax.. We’ll charm him.” He claims. “Trust me. This the place?” Dutch asks, gesturing to the estate opposite of the park the four just exited out of.

Arthur coughs to the side for a moment. “Must be.” He replies.

Dutch nods in response, looking over briefly to Melody, noting her silence, before moving his gaze to John. “You okay, John?”

“I guess.” John responds, eyeing the house in front of them almost cautiously. In front of it and around it is a large wall and a gate, behind which a guard stands.

Dutch walks up to the gate, beginning to talk to the guard. “Excuse me, sir. We have an appointment to see Mr. Bronte.” He claims to the guard on the other side of the fence. The man is alarmed, obviously, instantly asking Dutch who he is. The gang leader clearly doesn’t take too kindly to it, grabbing the man by the collar from between the gate bars and disarming him, then pointing said gun at him. “You get your boss down here and now, so we can talk about this like gentlemen.” He threatens, watching the man immediately raise his hands in the air. He helps him up off his knees. “Run along now, boy.” Dutch adds, and just as the man turns to run off and get his boss, Dutch whistles for him and hands the guard his gun back.

“Was that the special Dutch charm I heard so much about?” John asks Dutch.

“Must be… real charming, you are.” Melody joins in, letting a quick grin out that’s replicated by John in response.

Dutch glares at Melody for only a brief moment, before just shaking his head slightly. “Relax, both of you... I got this.” He claims. The four of them wait for only a quick moment more, before the guard is back, unlocking and opening the gate for them to walk in. Slowly, all four of them take it inside the property, and are gestured to enter the house. “Don’t worry, boys, we come in peace. We just need to straighten a couple of things out with your boss.” Dutch adds, before the four of them enter the house.

Inside, on the couch in the living room, a man that the four of them assume to be the Angelo Bronte they’ve been hearing so much about, is laying and reading a book before promptly interrupted by their presence. He looks up, staring at them before beginning to talk, however it’s in Italian, so nobody in the gang can understand a word. “Chi sono questi buffoni?” Bronte asks his men and one leans in to reply, and just as he’s explaining, Bronte cuts him off. “Con i soldi?” More Italian, of course, that the gang isn’t making any sense of.

Dutch, feeling excluded, cuts into the conversation in English. “Why do you take his son?” He asks, gesturing to John. All of the other three—Melody, John and Arthur—share unsure looks at Dutch’s approach to the situation.

Bronte sits up and looks towards Dutch, his eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?” He replies, surprisingly in English this time.

“I said.. Why did you take his son?” Dutch repeats himself, loud and clear, gesturing towards John once more. “We ain’t got no problems with you, sir… nor you with us… but if you wanna start one, there is gonna be a lot of folks dead in this room before it’s done.” Dutch says, and it’s definitely threatening, and the other three outlaws disagree even more with that approach. As expected, Bronte’s men raise their firearms at the four immediately as the threat leaves Dutch’s mouth.

Bronte sits up a little more, letting out a quick breath before talking. “So, you walk into my city, stinking of shit and looking like this… and you come into my house, before you have a bath… and you tell me how to act?” He states, looking all three of them over. ��You ask me to show compassion? Have I not shown you almost infinite compassion already, by simply allowing you to breathe in my presence?” He adds.

“Indeed you have.” Dutch says, his hands in the air now, as he takes a step forward. “Now… we are simple country folk. All we have is each other,” Dutch continues to talk as he takes a seat on the couch opposite of Bronte. “And you have gone, and you have took his son… over some dispute with some inbred ex-slavers. It ain’t got nothing to do with anyone of us.”

“You had nothing to do with destroying the liquor business?!” Bronte raises his voice, glaring at Dutch by now, and the three others in the room are just waiting for someone to spill all of Dutch’s thoughts on the nice wallpapers of the house.

Dutch, however, doesn’t falter, displaying his act perfectly. ”We was innocent bystanders… and that which we weren’t innocent of, well we… we most surely were ignorant of.” The leader claims, looking straight at Bronte as he lies through his teeth.

Bronte just scoffs at him, shaking his head, as the other three look at each other again, and fix their stance up a little, in case things go south right here, right now. “You, you, you twist words… you lie shamelessly… you think you are better than everyone else…” Bronte pauses, looking at them for a silent second, before he suddenly laughs. “Ti adoro! Date da bere a questi uomini.” He gestures for his men, and one turns for the liquor cabinet as Bronte extends his hand towards Dutch. “Angelo Bronte.”

Dutch, a lot less on-edge now, stands up and shakes his hand with a chuckle. “Dutch Van der Linde.” He introduces himself, then points to Arthur. “Arthur Morgan…” Bronte just gives a quick ‘pleasure is mine’ to be polite whilst shaking his hand, and Dutch introduces John next. “John Marston..” same response from him as they shake hands, and Dutch finishes off with Melody as last. “..and Melody Mühl.”

Melody nods her head and extends her hand to shake Bronte’s, which he ignores to bring the back of her hand to his mouth. She just nods, not wanting to ruin the progress of making the man like them so much. “Pleasure is mine, Mr. Bronte.” She says, before turning to sit on the couch.

“…all mine, please.” Bronte says, and looks to Melody again, who is trying to find a way to squeeze on the couch with the other three in the gang, and is being rather unsuccessful because of the lack of space. “Che cosa fai?” Bronte quickly gestures for one of his men. “Non lasciate che la signora stia in piedi. Portatele la sedia.” He says, gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room. One of his men quickly walks over and picks the chair up, setting it down for Melody. She thanks both the man and Bronte, and takes her seat. The men give everyone a drink, and the four of them quietly take a sip—taking notice of the rich flavour immediately, knowing that the saloon whisky is probably nothing compared to what they have in their hands now.

Waiting for Melody to finish, Dutch then turns back to Bronte and begins talking again, getting back on track to the original task at hand. “So, can my friend have his son?” Dutch asks.

Bronte gives a little nod, taking a sip of his own drink. “Of course, of course.” He pauses, sitting up a little again. “But… should I be out of pocket over a misunderstanding? Of course I know you would not want that…” He claims.

Dutch looks at the other in silence before going gazing back at Bronte. “Uh.. no.”

“No, no, no, so, how about this?” He pauses again briefly, to ponder. “You perform a simple job for me… and you get your son back.” He proposes.

Arthur gives a little sigh, clearly not having expected to have to do anything for Bronte. “What is it?” He asks the man, joining in on the talking. 

“A couple of people have taken to grave robbing in the cemetery.” Bronte explains.

“That is a fine place for it, the best.” Dutch jokes, and gets Bronte laughing as well. 

The man leans back in his seat again, shaking his head with a laugh. “I love this guy,” He turns to one of his men, then back to Dutch. “I love you. See they’ve taken, not only to desecrating the dead, but they’ve done so without paying a tribute to the living. Thing is, they see my men, of course, they run a mile. So maybe you two head off,” He gestures to Arthur and John quickly. “And you, Mr. Van der Linde, and Miss…” He pauses, having lost the name of the girl, but he just brushes it off anyways, looking to Dutch again. “Why, you tell me more about my manners?” He laughs, watching John and Arthur get up and head out of the house, then raises his glass to Dutch’s. “Salute.”

Dutch laughs with the man, and raises his glass, too. “Salute.” He replies, and the two empty their glasses. 

Melody has been very quiet throughout the entire night, which is expected. For starters, she did not even want to come, and now she can’t even make herself useful, but must rather endure sticking around these two men; and she’s having trouble deciding which she dislikes more. Once the front door closes and the two other outlaws leave, Bronte sets his glass down, looking to Melody, smiling. “So you have cowgirls too, yes?” He asks Dutch with a little grin, which Dutch returns.

“Yes… you could call her that.” The leader answers Bronte, and they share another quick laugh.

Bronte seems to have caught an interest in both you and Dutch, even with the varying conversation lengths he’s had with the two of you. He turns to one of his men and laughs. “Ha anche la sua signora con sé, non c'è nemmeno bisogno di chiederle di cavalcare.” The man laughs at his comment as well, and Dutch and Melody just share a quick glance. “Another drink, yes?” He turns to them again, gesturing to their empty glasses. They don’t even respond before they’re poured more, and the three cheer once more with it. 

The rest of the night goes by way too slowly for Melody. She mostly stays quiet and listens to the men talk between themselves. She answers a few questions about herself, asked by Bronte, until it reaches about midnight. That’s when Bronte stands up. “Well, my cowboy—and cowgirl—friends, I’ve had my fill.” He claims, and looks to one of his men. “Porta qui il ragazzo.” He instructs, and the man nods before heading off upstairs. “I trust your men have handled my problem, so I’ll trust you and get you the boy now. You may stay until your friends return.” He proposes.

“Thank you.” Dutch nods, and just then, Jack comes down the stairs and races into the living room.

“Uncle Dutch, Melody!” He exclaims, coming up to Dutch first before swiftly moving to Melody, who smiles and picks the boy up into her arms.

Bronte watches with a grin. “È già così brava con i bambini... non c'è da stupirsi.” He comments to one of his men. “Uomo fortunato, eh?” Receiving a laugh in return, Bronte turns back to Dutch and Melody. “I want to see you again, however. A more.. lavish setting that your cowboys may not be used to.” He laughs again. “There will be a garden party soon… the Mayor’s party. I invite you!” He proposes.

  Dutch grins immediately, ideas running through his head already. “Well, it is much appreciated, Mister Bronte.” He claims, reaching over and shaking his hand once more. “We’ll be sure to show.”

  “Yes, yes…” Bronte nods, looking from Dutch to Melody, who is preoccupied with Jack still. “And you; make sure you’re there and dressed well, dear.” He says, to which she just nods absentmindedly at first, before she gets an idea.

She looks up at Bronte. “Ah, sir?” She calls out before he can leave, and he turns and nods to her with a little smile to the very respectful usage of ‘sir’ for him. “Could I choose to bring a friend with me?” She asks curiously, and Dutch immediately looks at her, giving her a knowing stare, which she just ignores.

Bronte nods. “Well, of course. Whoever you want, just make sure they wash before they come!” He laughs, waving them off and sending the three outside to wait for John and Arthur. 

Dutch walks outside and takes a seat on the stairs with Jack, while Melody gets up and decides to have a smoke. As she’s lighting her cigarette, Dutch speaks up. “I see what you did. That was smart.” He compliments— how charming.

“I know,” Melody replies, pausing for a drag of her smoke before continuing. “That was the point of it.”

Dutch nods and keeps his head hung low as he exhales, and Melody can see the vein in his forehead starting to pop again. God, how she loves that—a clear sign of victory. “But you know… you won’t always outsmart me. I don’t even know why I keep such a disloyal and.. and distrustful person around.” He says. Melody is about to reply, when the sound of horse hooves approaches from the street, and Arthur and John arrive back. “ Well… you took your time.” Dutch comments, standing up as the guard outside the gate unlocks it, and Jack comes running up to John.

“Jack!” John exclaims and instantly grabs his son into his hands.

“Pa!” Jack replies, hugging his arms around his father immediately. Melody throws her cigarette and stomps it out, eyeing the guard as he goes to complain about the cigarette butt, but stays quiet in the end.

Arthur pats Jack’s shoulder, before turning to Dutch. “Where’s your host?” He asks.

Dutch walks past him and towards the gate, to leave. “Like I said, you took your time. Let’s get going. But a fine man…” He quickly stops and turns around to the guard. “Hey, friend. Thank Mr. Bronte… for everything.” He says, before he goes up to his horse and mounts up like everyone else. They begin riding out towards the camp, and Dutch goes to explain to Arthur everything that’s happened while they were in the cemetery. “You know, Arthur… Mr. Bronte has invited us to a garden party at the mayor’s house. And us, just simple country boys.” He grins slightly, proudly.

Jack and John are having a conversation in the background, but Melody is mostly focused on Dutch and Arthur anyways. “You two had a nice night, then?” Arthur asks Dutch and Melody.

“Was boring, in my opinion. But the drinks weren’t too bad.” Melody replies.

Dutch nods. “Most enjoyable. Well, the man’s an intolerable blowhard… but he stocks a fine bar nonetheless.” He laughs.

The five of them make it back to Shady Belle in a few minutes, while Dutch explains more about the party to Arthur. As they make it into the new camp, Bills calls out that he can see Jack, and Abigail immediately runs up, tears in her eyes as she hugs her son, thanking Dutch, Arthur and Melody profusely for helping get Jack back. They declare that a party is in order; everyone gathers around the fire, Javier gets his guitar out, drinks get passed around. But for Melody, one thing is most important now.

She avoids the party altogether, and makes her way directly to Micah, who is sitting in his open tent with a cigarette. Micah notices her quickly, lifting his head with a little smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” Melody takes a seat next to him. “That was the most awkward conversation of my life. They didn’t let me go with John and Arthur to do some job for Bronte. I had to stay there and talk to him..” She complains, sighing.

Micah just chuckles. “Oh my, poor you.” He remarks sarcastically, taking a drag of his smoke before blowing it out. “Sittin’ in some fancy house, drinking whatever expensive liquor that man has..”

Melody playfully shoves him in response, rolling her eyes at him. “I’d rather have been going to a graveyard and shooting up fellers.” She claims. “He did not seem to like us that much, but Dutch is certain that he loves us.” She also points out, before swiping Micah’s cigarette from his hand and also taking a puff.

“I’m sure he liked having a pretty lady in his house…” Micah states quietly.

“Maybe.” Melody shrugs, handing him his cigarette back. “You don’t like those fancy things, do you?”

Micah chuckles. “Not my thing, no.” He replies.

Melody grins a little. “Too bad—I’ve already signed you up for the Mayor’s garden party, in a few nights.” Melody says, receiving a glare from Micah.

“Of course you did…” He mumbles, shaking his head as he takes the final drag of his smoke before tossing it. 

Melody leans in a little, a smile still plastered on her face. “Oh, don’t sound so excited. Come on, all we have to do is talk with people a little… find something useful for the gang… and drink fancy champagne, or something. Sounds like a dream.” Melody says.

“For you, maybe. Not me, sugar.” He replies, looking sideways at her. “But if you’re there, I might just enjoy it. I do wish to see you dressed up all nice again… ain’t had nothing on my mind but you in that dress for the poker game for months.” Micah claims, grinning at the sight of Melody’s cheeks changing color.

She chuckles to herself, shaking her head. “Oh, shut up. Corny.” She claims playfully. They go quiet once Javier has finally tuned his guitar, and has started playing a song. The others join into the song when they can, since most of the lyrics are in Spanish, which nobody but Javier can speak. After the song ends, Melody and Micah sneak off away from the fire.

  Sitting out on the front porch, Micah and Melody are sharing a quick cigarette while trying to figure out how to go about their little ‘plan’ for the night. “They would definitely catch onto it if we were to do it in the tents.” Melody comments, pausing for a drag of the smoke for a second before continuing, “No free rooms in the house either..” She sighs, passing it over to him.

Micah takes the cigarette from her and puffs on it for a moment, looking out ahead. “No goddamn clue.. Somehow, this camp is more restrictive than the other.” Micah comments, twirling the cigarette between his fingers in silence.

From around the corner, just a tad bit tipsy, Arthur clears his throat. Both Micah and Melody turn their heads to the source of noise, Melody a little red in the face. “Jesus.. You damn moron, were you listening in on what we were saying?” She interrogates, to which Arthur just raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey, I come in peace and peace only.” He claims, placing his hands on his gun belt as he stands before them. “I came to offer a uh.. solution? Er.. take my room.” He offers, blinking slowly at them. “Just my room. Not my bed.” He quickly adds, warningly.

Micah is first to speak after Arthur’s offer. “And where do you plan on going?”

Arthur looks to the side for a moment. “Oh.. Charles.” He replies, looking back down at them. “I’ll be with uh.. Charles.” He explains, and the three go silent for a moment again.

The gears turn in Melody’s head, and she nods. “...Ah. I see..” Melody mumbles, squinting at Arthur for a moment before tossing the cigarette out of Micah’s hand, grabbing him and pulling him up with her. “Thanks, Arthur. You have fun too. With the rest of the party, of course.” She says before quickly pulling Micah inside the house.

“What’s that about? And are we really taking his room?” Micah questions, letting Melody drag him around by the hand. 

Melody leads him upstairs to where Arthur’s room is, standing before the door. “Don’t worry about it, and yes, we are taking his room. Where else do you want us to go?” She retorts, and when she gets no response back, quickly pulls Micah into the room and shuts the door behind them. “Thank God.. Finally.” She turns to face Micah, grinning almost stupidly at him.

Micah laughs in response to her smile. “Jesus, girl, you’re worse than me.” He comments as he finally gets his hands on her again after so long, placing them on her hips. “So goddamn eager you’d let me fuck you in Arthur’s room? Goddamn nasty.” He teases.

She rolls her eyes at his blunt words. “His room —not his bed.” Melody jokes, cutting Micah’s laugh off by leaning up and kissing him, her hands on his face pulling him down. Micah is immediate to return it, placing his hands on her hips and leaning down into the kiss. 

He guides them over to a random table in Arthur’s room, breaking the kiss to get a little air in. “Exactly where we left off, huh?” He comments—about the table position—and snickers breathily, before leaning back into her. Melody copies what she did last time as well, wrapping both her legs and arms around him to pull him in closer to her. They continue making out for a moment more, and Micah starts moving his hands. He places them on the collar of her shirt, before slowly moving down to the first button from it. Beginning to undo it, he stares into Melody’s eyes for some form of protest and, when he receives none, he continues. He unbuttons her shirt and slowly peels it off her shoulders, letting it pool around her on the table. His eyes glue to her cleavage and lacy bra, and he breaks the kiss on her lips to move it downwards. Melody places one hand on the tabletop and the other on his head, tangling her fingers between the blonde strands. She leans her head back, keeping her eyes on Micah still, watching him kiss her all over.

Micah’s quick pecks make it down her throat to her chest, kissing the area between her breasts with closed, content eyes. He lifts a hand off of her, snaking it behind her back to the clasp of her garment. With the one hand, he makes quick work of the hasp keeping Melody covered, and once the sound of it loosening breaks the silence in the room, Micah leans away to get it off of her, looking her in the eyes like a man starved as he hooks his fingers into the straps, slowly peeling them off her shoulders. They stare at each other as Micah slowly removes her bra, and once it's off, Micah looks down with an entirely new look in his eyes, a lot more lustful towards Melody than it's ever been. He gives her a quick glance before leaning back into her neck, starting to lightly nip at her skin between kisses. 

Melody sighs, leaning her head back once more in response, moving her hands across his chest a few times before settling them on his shoulders. She taps one to get his attention. “You remember.. my idea, for you?” She reminds him, and once he nods, she continues. “Dutch saw a little mark on my neck from before, called it out.. so I want you to just go as far as you want to; mark my neck up however much you want to, I don’t care. I want it to be visible.” She instructs, and Micah pauses for a moment, before a grin forms on his face, and he leans right back into her neck. His nips turn to actual bites, marking hickey after hickey into Melody’s skin. His hands travel up her sides to her chest, and he gently takes her breasts into his hands, fondling them as he bites into her neck all the more, colouring one side with an array of hickeys, before moving onto the next. Micah’s palms are quite rough, a sign of years of labour and hard work in the past on them—but Melody has always been used to rough hands. Gasps and quiet pants fill the room quickly, either from Melody or Micah.

Her hands then move to take Micah’s red undershirt off, undoing the buttons in a much more rushed manner before quickly shoving his flannel off his torso. Micah’s build is much different to Colm’s build; where Colm is mostly bony and somewhat even malnourished-looking without a shirt, Micah has more than enough on himself to distribute throughout his body, and Melody finds herself liking the new change quite a bit. She places his shirt on the table behind herself, moving her hands to lift his face from her neck and pull him back into her lips. She starts to take control of the kiss, all the while she’s already placed her hands on his belt and started unfastening it, making quick work of getting it to fall and pool around Micah’s feet. Micah breaks away from the kiss for a small gasp of air, chuckling breathlessly. “Ain’t you eager, girl?” He watches as Melody fumbles with the button of his jeans, getting it undone before moving onto the zipper swiftly. The sound of his jeans dropping is enough for Melody to slip off the table and down on her knees. Micah’s eyebrows widen just an inch. “Damn, you are eager.. not that I’m complainin’.” He mumbles, moving his hands out of her way as she slowly slips his briefs down.

They fall just like Micah’s pants do, and he steps out of both once she’s done, kicking his clothes out of the way. Met with Micah fully bare for the first time ever, things don’t feel so real for Melody yet again. If you would have told her that she’d be on her knees for Micah just a week ago, she would have laughed in your face and called you delusional. But here she is; feeling the hard floorboards underneath her knees as she looks up at Micah, her hands on his thighs and itching towards his erect shaft that’s practically right in her face. The look she gives him makes Micah’s dick throb, looking down at her with a sharp inhale. Melody is just a little nervous—which is expected. Obviously, she wants to do good by Micah and means to impress him and make him proud, so she can’t mess this up. Her hands on Micah’s thighs begin moving up, skimming over his leg as her fingertips run through the faint, blonde leg hairs, until she reaches the desired destination, gently wrapping a hand around his erection. She gives him a quick look again, and this time, can feel him throb in her hand, making her smile a little proudly—knowing just a look was enough for Melody to turn Micah on, and that made her confidence rise a little more, giving her reason to continue more boldly.

Melody isn’t inexperienced by any means, but it’s much different when you’re forced to please someone, versus wanting to please someone. Colm is someone she had to please; she knew what came if Colm was ever unsatisfied with how Melody and he were in bed, so she made sure to never let it get to that. With Micah however, she wants him pleased, proud and needing more. That’s her goal for tonight, and she’s making it happen.

With Micah’s cock in her hand, she starts off slow, stroking him with firm and almost precise movements of her hand, looking at his face to gauge his reaction and base what she should be doing off of that. Micah’s mouth is hanging slightly open, eyes lidded and looking down at her hand as it deliberately moves along his shaft. Melody sees the delight and enjoyment on his face, so she continues with the same pace for another few seconds, before scooting a little closer to him and moving her hand down to the very end of his cock, fairly certain she’ll be able to take most of him right away. She gets up real close and leans in, looking into Micah’s eyes as she wraps her lips around his head, slowly sinking down every inch of him, to about where her hand was. She pauses for a moment to make sure she wouldn’t be overestimating herself, before she begins bobbing her head up and down on him, maintaining eye contact throughout it. Micah’s reactions are nothing short of encouraging; low and quiet groans, his hand on the back of her head gripping her hair just tightly enough, pupils dilated, even a few moans when she’d take him just right. Every reassuring and propitious sound that leaves Micah’s mouth drives Melody to take him deeper into her mouth, even if she can feel her body telling her she’s at her limit—she keeps pushing. Soon enough, Micah is already getting a bit sloppier with the thrusts of his hips, indicating to Melody that he’s getting close. Melody breaks eye contact to focus more on pleasing Micah, moving both her head and hand on Micah’s cock, faster and with more purpose. And Micah’s words of encouragement have been nothing short of sweet either—the amount of ‘you’re so good’; ’taking me so well’; ‘good girl’ or ‘keep going, sweetheart’-s is almost overwhelming for Melody. She’s never been praised for her ‘work’ before, but she’s finding it all the more pleasing. Micah takes over when he’s very close to an orgasm, moving his hips to slip his dick into Melody’s mouth until, after a few seconds more, Micah lifts one hand up, the back of it going over his mouth to muffle out his groan as the other hand pauses Melody as far as it can on his shaft, hitting his climax and cumming inside her mouth. Melody’s eyes shut and she does her best to swallow all Micah is giving her, before finally, he empties himself out completely and pulls her off himself. 

Panting a little, Micah still helps Melody up and seats her back on the tabletop, getting down from his unbelievable high. “Oh, sugar.. That was damn good, you know that?” He mumbles, placing his hands on her thighs. “You good to continue? ‘Cause I ain’t yet had my fill..” He asks as he slowly moves his thumbs along her inner thighs, making Melody look down at them. She nods a little, spreading her legs when Micah urges it by moving her a little closer to the edge. Micah leans down a little, lined up perfectly with the view of what's between Melody’s legs. Again, that lustful look in his eyes appears, and he wastes no time, sinking between her thighs. He has one hand on the inside of her thigh and the other on her hip, keeping her in place for him. He closes his eyes as he sticks his tongue out, delving it between her folds. Melody’s head leans back a little, a quiet squeak of pleasure rising from her throat as she places her hand in Micah’s hair again. Colm has never eaten her out—he preferred caring for his own pleasure rather than Melody’s, obviously. This was an entirely new feeling, and Melody was all for it. Micah’s tongue makes it to her clit, which he purses his lips around before suckling a little, looking up at Melody when he feels her hips grinding up for more. He smiles on her sex and continues his demonstrations, focusing mostly on the nub as that seems to be what she likes. He lifts the hand on her inner thigh up and moves two fingers through her folds, collecting the juices of her arousal to coat and slicken his fingers a little. He moves them down to her entrance, slowly circling it as Melody mewls meekly above him, finding herself getting lost—and possibly addicted—to this new feeling of arousal and the unexplainable high it’s got her on. Micah is really making up for what Colm has never shown her, and she loves it. That’s when Micah stills his two fingers over her hole, slowly sinking them inside her as he watches her face, full of ecstasy. He goes in knuckles-deep, groaning a little himself at the feeling, before he starts to move them; in and out, curling them and grinning a little when Melody gasps at the feeling, tightening her hand in his hair. He leans back into her sex and times his mouth with his fingers almost perfectly, but Melody doesn’t know any better, so even the slightly sloppy movements make her grind her hips for more, which Micah always obliges with happily and gladly. Hitting every spot inside her that makes her let out noise after noise of undeniable pleasure. 

It takes only a few seconds more before Melody’s thighs start tensing a little, quivering a few times when Micah’s fingers or mouth find the right spot, getting her closer to an orgasm than she’s ever been. He takes note of it, thrusting his fingers faster into her and moving his tongue harder, more purposefully. Both of them a little out of breath now, Melody trying to keep herself quiet in case somebody else is in the house, Micah eating her out like a man starved—it’s the perfect combination for success, or in this case, for Melody’s climax. Micah’s demonstrations are nothing short of pleasing, and Melody can barely hold in her whine once she cums because of them, leaning her head back and quickly covering her mouth as it finally hits her. Micah stays down between her thighs, holding her up as he eats her out through her orgasm, groaning against her mound as she coats his mouth, chin and fingers, the juices of her arousal trickling down his arm before slipping off his elbow. He prolongs it for a few seconds more before Melody stills her body and leans back against the wall, which is when he finally stops and straightens up to meet her face. His fingers slip out of her entrance, and he quickly places them in his mouth to clean them, a small, pleasing groan leaving him. “You just keep gettin’ better to me, darling.” Micah comments as he leans up and steals a quick kiss from her, giving Melody a slight taste of herself still present on his lips. 

She nods a little, leaning against him instead of the wall. “I’ve never... felt that.” She admits breathlessly, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. “No one has ever done that for me before..”

Micah understands what she means with that without a mention of a name and nods. “Well, I guess I gotta make that a norm then, huh?” He teases, gently squeezing her waist in his hands for a moment before leaning away from her. “You look tired, that’s for sure.. I think we can call it a night now, don’t you think?”

“I agree..” She nods, getting off the table to grab her clothes and get dressed. Micah does the same, quickly getting his briefs and pants on. He buttons his shirt up lazily, clearly also tired from the past few minutes. 

Micah gets Melody’s shirt off the table and looks at her almost sweetly. “Let me...” He mumbles, and in her tired state, Melody lets him put her shirt on her, buttoning it up to the last white clasp. He then looks at her neck for a moment, before speaking up. “‘Ya really want everyone to see those? I mean, I did what’cha asked.. you’re looking real marked up.” He chuckles.

Melody nods again to reassure him. “Positive. More Dutch than anyone, but.. I might wait until they get a little better.” She says.

“Ah.. let me, once more, then.” Micah says as he unfastens his neckerchief, before wrapping it around her neck. He finishes the knot and looks at her, and Melody immediately notices the beaming blush on his cheeks.

“How are you blushing more at seeing me wearing this than when you were between my legs and inside me?” She laughs quietly, teasingly. “And this?” She gestures to the green neckerchief. “You turning into a proper gentleman, it’s almost scaring me.”

Micah shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but the redness on his cheeks stays. “Oh, be quiet..” He mumbles, leaning down to get his gun belt on, fastening it before walking to the door with Melody.

They sneak out of Arthur’s room and down the stairs, leaving out the back door and quietly walking over to their tents. Melody stops before hers, looking a little more down at the sight of it, almost. “So.. good night, I guess?” She says, looking at Micah.

Micah takes note of her expression, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? You alright?” He asks, but then it clicks in his head, and he lets out a quick ‘oh’ sound. “You planned on going to your tent?”

“Uh, yeah, basically.” She answers, shoulders shrugging a little.

“I don’t.. well, how about.. spending the night in mine? Or, I could also come into yours..” Micah suggests quietly, looking at the ground as he does so. 

Melody’s cheeks flare a little, and she looks at him sideways. “I would like that. Would you..?” She asks, smiling slightly at him.

Micah looks at her sideways as well, biting the inside of his cheek before gesturing for her to follow, walking into his tent. She full-on grins, quickly following Micah into his tent for the night.

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

Ferb Fletcher and The rest of the KOTNB and other seabrook citizens On Melissa Fletcher’s Engagement To Harry Styles

From Seabrook Daily

“She’s my sister of course I’m proud of her but when I heard the news I was upset for real this time, my sister went through relationships with boys before she even became famous but when I heard that she was Daiting harry I was upset and then funny story Phineas lied to me saying that they broke up but in reality they didn’t, but yeah I’m proud of my sister and Harry but now that I’m living with them and Harry’s Little Sister Gemma who’s the same age as me were chill(Well me and Harry not his sister we don’t get along very well” -Ferb Fletcher, Seabrook Daily

“Melissa and Harry deserve a life together I’m just scared about the fans attacking Melissa being engaged to Harry cause every girl had and still have a crush on Harry styles” -Phineas Flynn, Seabrook Daily

“I’m definitely am proud of them they deserved to be together forever but I’m still quite scared how Harry’s Ex GirlFriend Olivia will react about the engagement but idc Harlissa Forever”-Sunny Starscout, Seabrook Daily

“Story Of their Life he proposed to her, I saw it with my own eyes *Laughs* but I’m still am very excited about their wedding heck I’m gonna be the bridesmaid at their wedding and just wait till you see one of Harry’s little cousins as the flower girl or maybe Nori or Varina”-Trin Mcintyre, Seabrook Daily

“Is there any chicken nuggets left in the studio? Where’s my dad? IM NOT READY FOR A HARRY STYLES WEDDING!!!”-Henry Hart, Seabrook Daily

“I am so sorry about my son *laughs nervously* He’s not like this sometimes”-Donnie Wahlberg, about his son Henry to the seabrook daily

“Eek! I’m so super duper excited! This will be like My Mom’s Cousins wedding! But Even more fun!”-Varina Varmitech,Seabrook Daily

“I need a break”-Nori Forman-Hook, Seabrook Daily

Nori Belongs to @caityrayeraye

Varina belongs to @jokerislandgirl32

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

First, I must inquire, what do you think are tan's and lem's real names? 

Now imagine this, his wife having really good acting skills, enough to convince everyone that she's just a terrified civilian looking for help, keeping her act up until she gathers intel from them. Feel like lem would also be so proud of her.

Tan prefers calling you, but when he can't, he'll either send the softest messages or fast typed ones with tons of spelling mistakes "My pretty girl, you're going to be the death of me." responding to the selfie you just send, "Thsi fycking twat jsut ruined m y dress shrit!". But imagine a group chat with these two. Lem and I share the same braincell so we'll disscus the silliest stuff and he'll just butt in to say "will you two please think before typing on this group chat"

Childhood friends to lovers with tan? He'll protect you even if it means he'll get an ugly wound, but it's ok because you'd always patch him up and give him an earful. It doesn't take long for lem to figure it out and pushes him to confess. And he'll be so cute too "How 'bout I take you to dinner after? " "Ask me again when you're not bleeding from your stomach." You two end up eating at home because you only just started taking missions and can't afford a 5 star restaurant. Speaking of protecting, when he finds out your carring his child, he won't let you take any missions. "They're having a baby?" asks a confused ladybug, "I'd be more surprised if they didn't." is all lem can say before he notices his brothers stare.

It's not a secret he has a big mouth, what if his girl matches that but in a more, classy way? "I'm sorry sir but I must inquire, what's with your illiterate way of thinking?" and he butts in "She means why are you so fucking dumb." All while proudly smiling.

I'm going to finish this with the most heartbreaking angst. Instead of Tan finding Lem "dead", they both survive but his wife dies. They're a trio but split up to look for the briefcase. The twins somehow get the it back and decide to put it on red so now they're looking for her all over the empty train. They finally find her and all he can do is stare at her before droping to his knees, bringing her close to him. It hits him like a train so he breaks down, screaming and crying as he hugs her. Lem somehow finds the power in himself to place the Edward sticker in her palm.

Phew, sorry this was a lot, if anything else comes to mind I'll saved it for later so that like you said, you're not spamming people's dash. Sorry for any spelling mistakes (you know who to blame). It means a lot that I get to share my ideas with you and your followers. Anyway, going to rewatch Bullet Train tonight, can't believe it's already been a year since I've first seen it on the big screen. Kisses, 💺 anon.

hii, sooo…

1. that question has been picking at my brain for a year!!! I genuinely cannot think of what they’re called, I wanted to make a post and ask everyone a while back, but if anyone has any thoughts or ideas for their names please PLEASE comment them, im dying to know. something british/ criminally english that’s all I know😭 ironically, I feel aaron suits

2. ughhh I love that!?! he’d be super proud, silently cheering her along. like a subtle nod or quick wink

3. the spelling mistakes aaahhh love that!!? also feel like the 3 typing dots would be there for ever, like he’s replying then doing something assassiny then typing again, and it’ll all be mumble jumble. he’d get annoyed at the two of you messaging eachother in the group chat but I feel he secretly loves it. also think he has trouble talking sometimes, so he likes to have the social aspect without it being awkward for him (if that makes sense) ardgsh and he’s such a flatterer I just know it!! sweet girl, pretty girl… MY SWEET GIRL!?! MY PRETTY GIRL🫠

4. love it!! and the element of being besties and knowing everything. omg imagine you go on dates with other guys (before liking liking tan) and he’s always really jealous but he hides it bc he wants you to be happy etc, but he maybe kinda sabotages it so he can have you all to himself heehe. he definitely reacts before thinking, especially if you were involved (and got hurt) super caring cute sweet innocent kinda guy, right? completely innocent bbg

5. “why are you so fucking dumb?” HAHAHAHA love it!! but yes!!! he’s got that cockney ‘charm’ so he gets right to the point. and I love that she matches his vibe (but just in a more feminine classy, femme fatale way)

6. that is heartbreaking!?! why would you write that🥲🥲🥲🥲 im just kidding, but that is a horribly sad idea

7. you’re very sweet!! and tysm for sharing your ideas!! and yes, if you have more, send em over. heheh guessing your hamster😭 ive been wanting to rewatch it for ages, I just need to do it bc I miss it lol. that year has gone quick omg?!

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hope everything I said makes sense😭 apologies if it doesn’t

[2000sangel]

Hi there! I know you said matchups were closed but if you dont mind, Id like to send this in, just so I dont forget haha. If you dont wanna, its fine, feel free to delete my ask, or save it until you do reopen them, I just wanted to send one now because im forgetful and heard nothing but good things from my friend. <:) sorry to be a bother, once again, feel free to delete if I am bothering you

Im Ace, I go by she/they pronouns, Im bi, and stand at a height of 5'3.

I'm an introvert with anxiety and depression, but I am SUPER energetic and silly when you get to know me. I can be playfully mean, but i'm always there to help a friend in need. I get riled up pretty easy but Ive been told im very sweet and helpful and fun to be around.

Im chaotic and kinda delusional, and I can be flirty at times. I can also get a bit violent.

I think it says a lot about me seeing as I see Angel Dust as a big brother figure. I can be very sly at times and definitely impulsive.

Im creative and both really smart and really dumb, and Im mostly a coward unless it comes to friends and/or family

Im very sarcastic, playful, and affectionate, and I have no trouble saying I love you to people, but I do have trouble saying im sorry. Im also a people pleaser. I definitely dont make enemies but I do hold grudges. Im also super emotional and clingy. Daddy issues go BRRRRR

Thank you! Sorry again, hope im not being a bother.

Hello Ace!! Don’t worry, I don’t mind the occasional additional matchup! Do thank your friend from me for speaking well of my stuff, I appreciate that lots :3

Now, you seem to have quite the explosive personality, if you will >:3 So I match you with...

Cherri Bomb!!

To start off, Cherri is surely an individual who can take jokes, so you’re never going to have to be afraid to be a bother for her with your sarcastic and playful remarks as she will actually find this part of your personality hilarious, and will always play along and joke back.

She will definitely take advantage of your cluelessness sometimes – don’t call yourself dumb! – and tease you for it, though if she goes too far it’s not a problem for her to remind you that she was just joking and that she actually finds it really cute.

Cherri loves hanging out with fun people, so you being fun to be around is certainly a vantage point here. She’s not afraid of admitting when a person is boring and not of her liking, but I have the feeling that she would think the exact opposite of you. in fact, it’s not uncommon for her to invite you along whenever she hangs out with Angel.

You’re creative? She loves that about you. I imagine her house as one of those houses full of pop art paintings, handmade things and such. No matter how you express your creativeness, she will appreciate it and place something you made in plain sight somewhere around the house.

She also adores how expressive you are in a relationship; there’s many gestures that she finds attractive, but none goes above being proud of a partner and constantly reminding them that you love them, so when you do this with her she will waste no time and kiss you.

She doesn’t mind you being clingy at all, also. She actually finds it very cute and she loves receiving physical affection, so who is she to say no to a hug or a cuddle? If you’re into PDA just as she is, she’ll be thrilled to show each other affection in public, also to show others how lucky she is that she gets to date you.

Despite being quite chaotic herself, Cherri is also a very good friend and partner when it comes to comforting you; as seen in the “Addicted” music video, she’s willing to help Angel with his struggles, so why wouldn’t she do so with you as well? She understands that everyone has moments where anxiety overwhelms them too much, and that people who struggle with depression like you don’t have it easy every day, so in these times she will offer you all the support that you need. Mainly through physical contact, but also in other ways if you prefer being shown love through actions or words, for example.

You two might come across a bit of a problem if you ever end up arguing; she’s also not easy to get a ‘sorry’ out of, but one of you will have to apologize to the other sooner or later. I feel that if the relationship has been going on for a while, this will be easier, but at the start you two might have to take a bit of time alone before ultimately coming to the conclusion that yes, you do love each other and yes, apologizing if you’re in the wrong is the better option if you desire a happy relationship.

Overall, you and Cherri make quite the chaotic and fun couple! The rest of the Hotel loves having you two around when you visit, you definitely bring an air of fun and excitement.

[achaotichuman]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics

OMG YES I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning

I am super proud of this one, it's the first piece of writing I've made where I outlined everything and prepped before actually going ahead and posting (Im usually a *follow the vibe* kinda guy) My writing style is pretty developed now and I think it really shines through with this one. Especially because of how many of my OC's are featured here.

Summary-

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she's been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia's blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

How Nesta Archeron Learned To Trap A Beast

I never thought in a million years this would get nearly the amount of attention that it did, but it is now my most popular fic to date. I started writing it because of a poll @kateprincessofbluewhales did about who would take Nesta on a camping trip instead of the Hike from Hell. And an anon suggested Tamlin. I was like "lol that would be so funny" and now it has over 225 kudos and 130 subscriptions

Summary-

When given the choice of being locked up in the House of Wind with the male she despises, or returning to the Human Lands where she will no doubt face certain death. Nesta Archeron takes her chances and decides to return to the Mortal World. However, she is going on her own. After catching a ship and landing herself in Summer, Nesta makes her way through the Spring Lands with one goal in mind, make it to her old home alive without being trapped by any other beastly Faeries.

Little did she know she might be the one catching the beastly Faery.

Crippled by memories and loneliness weighing down on him, Tamlin is near the verge of ending it all. His home is in ruins, his only company the dripping in the corner of the room and sometimes the singing of birds. As his thoughts spin him in circles Tamlin doesn't think life will ever be better than this. Then someone with silver eyes and bad attitude sets foot in his lands.

And well.... Tamlin had never been taught to not poke sleeping bears.

A Court of Song and Desolation

This fic was born from the vibes it has. I was up at 2am on a random Monday night with work the next day, and my writing group sent through a prompt for us to write about. I was struggling with what to write, and then as I was typing something about a beast in a cage, the idea came to make it about Tamlin. Yada yada yada, I turned it into an angsty Tamcien oneshot, and decided "well if anyone wants more (which I doubt they will) Ill make another chapter" Then someone commented they want more and I was sent down the pipeline of hyperfixation. And here we are!

Summary-

She had eyes like starlight and a grin that could outshine the moon, "We'll rule the world."

"What if we fail?"

"Then we'll burn it all down."

In hindsight maybe it could only have ever ended like this. Making a man who was never made to rule, High lord. This was all inevitable.

With his Court in ruins and everyone gone, Tamlin lives amongst the broken pieces of his Court and has no intentions of changing that. Lucien, however, will not stand to leave his oldest friend alone.

When Lucien takes Tamlin back to the human lands, they discover a darkness coming for Prythian. If something does not stop it, it will completely rewrite the way Faeries and humans alike live as they know it