#i love soft micah sm

[johnpriceslamb]

hii i love ur fics sm!! could i request an arthur with his super feminine gf + comfort after micah upsets her? pls no rush or pressure!! 🤍

A yell, a squeal and a sob.

Three things Arthur heard all at once from the little [name] who bursts into his space of privacy.

“Woah,” He feels a delicate frame needily curl up in his embrace. His broad arms instinctively wrap around your waist and pull you much closer, “Easy girl.”

A sweet, teensy sniffle escapes from your lips as does a sigh from his own one. His face comes to tilt down at your droopy figure before placing a firm kiss on your head.

“What’s got m’ little girl so upset, hm?” He questioned with a gentle rub to that delicate arch of your back, his bear paw of a hand cupping your cheek so softly, alike of pudding melting in your mouth, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

It takes you a few moments to register his tender voice. Meek, doe eyes come to stare up at him, glistening with tears which make your pupils all the more beady. You rest your cheek on his chest, hardened from doing duties all day and night.

He’s about to ask again only for your honey-suckled voice to come out.

“Micah..” One murmur of his name is uttered and instantly does Arthur brood at the title.

“Mhm? What about ‘im?” He rubs your back out of comfort.

A soft hiccup escapes your lip as you wipe those dewy tears of yours, “He was makin’ fun of me, Arthur..”

“Was he now?” He grunts lowly, feeling his blood boil, “What’s he been sayin’? He lay a hand on you anywhere?”

You shake your head at the last question, a small ‘mm-mm’ escaping your pouty lips as you cuddled more in his arms.

“He said I could be easily taken advantage of,” You explain sadly, “‘N I was no good f’ nothing other than sitting an’ looking dumb f’ you..”

He scratches at his chin for a moment, frowning at your explanation. He could feel a few veins pop in his neck from the irritation he felt as of this moment.

“Don’t listen to ‘im. Y’hear me girl? Don’t ever.” He lowly orders, “Micah’s been real moody lately. Not an excuse to dump his anger out on you, now is it?”

You slowly nod your head, a teensy ‘uhuh’ emitting from your throat. The bow which sits delicately on your head is fiddled just a bit.

He’s pleased with your silent agreement. “Mhm. Good girl.”

A few moments of silence occurs. Only a few sniffles and the rustling of your pink and baby blue dress ruffling amongst his outfit is heard after a few adjustments in movements.

“Where is he.”

It wasn’t a question nor a statement, but a command. You have a slight feeling that he’ll be coming back with a bruised fist but with a loving gaze.

[its-deputy-caleb]

I hope this isn’t too dumb, but could you write something where Micah has been feeling down for whatever reason so the reader gifts him some flowers and he’s completely taken aback/ embarrassed/ has funny tummy feelings? Female or gender neutral reader, up to you. Thanks! 🥰

never too dumb!! i loved writing this and im genuinely having the best time writing these requests they make me v happy :)

also at some point i ended up writing in like micah's POV? sorta? its a bit messy but yeah idk its just a big ball of fluffy mess. i hope u enjoy

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One thing you’ve learnt about Micah is that he’s not as good at hiding his emotions as he’d like to think he is. Most members to tend to care if he’s grumpier or happier than usual and generally tend to stay clear of him. But not you.

You were something of a close friend to Micah and you always noticed when his mood changed. Sometimes it was easy to spot when he started getting into more fights than usual with Pearson or Bill while other times you saw him draw away from everyone. Those nights when he was feeling sad, you saw him retreat to the outskirts of camp, pacing around for hours before settling against a tree to fiddle with his knife. It was a nervous tick he had to distract his racing thoughts.

It always broke your heart to see him like that and a lot of the time talking didn’t work. That’s why you decided you’d bring it upon yourself to get him a gift to cheer him up.

-

It’s one of those days again and Micah find’s himself retreating to the outskirts of camp again. Micah could never imagine himself running away from a gun fight but he finds himself trying to flee from the invading thoughts in his head. Of course this only makes Micah beat himself up further.

Leaves and sticks crush under the weight of his boots as he walks through the shrubbery, well away from camp. He takes a seat on a large log and goes to pull his knife from his pocket only to realise its not there.

He cursed to himself as he remembers leaving it wedge into the wooden table right in the middle of camp. He’d been practicing at five finger fillet and kept making errors from a mixture of his thoughts running at a million miles and a lack of sleep.

Out of frustration Micah had left the damn thing on the table as he stormed off with a ‘dammit’ under his breath.

He sighs and begins to pick at the small scab that’s now formed from when he nipped himself this morning in his practice. He’d be damned if he walked back through camp to go get his knife, there was no way he’d risk running into someone that might push his buttons.

Micah is left alone for hours with his own thoughts until he hears someone walking up behind him. He’s always on alert so he spins around instantly, ready to defend himself despite being uncharacteristically unarmed.

Micah can’t tell if he’s excited or not to see you. On one hand he’s absolutely head over heels for you and wants to spend as much time as he can with you. On the other he’s so terrified that you make his stomach flutter that he’s not sure if he can keep his composure after such an exhausting day.

His eyebrow raises when he sees you walk around the log to stand directly in front of him, your hands uncharacteristically stiff and held behind your back.

“I’ve got you something.”

Perking up, Micah can’t help but be a little excited, if not nervous since he rarely ever receives a gift.

“What is it?”

He sees you smile at him, the adoring one that makes his heart melt and leaves his chest feeling bubbly in a way he’s not used to at all. His face drops however, when he sees you shake your head.

“Close your eyes.”

Micah tenses at your words. He does not like to have his eyes closed, makes him feel too vulnerable and exposed. Its one of the reasons why he hates sleeping in front of others.

His breath hitches slightly when you lean down so you’re eye level with him, your noses almost touching.

“Do you trust me?”

He does, gosh he does. You’re one of the few people he’d trust blindly. You’ve been nothing but kind to him since day one and he’ll admit to himself that you’ve managed to make him feel loved.

Slipping his eyes closed, Micah lets out a soft huff of air and wills himself to try and calm his nerves, nodding slightly. He hears ruffling for a minute before you tell him he can open his eyes.

“You can open them now Micah”

He hears your sweet giggle which could literally cause his heart to stop beating as his eyes slowly open. There, in front of him is a bouquet of flowers in your hands. The colours are a beautiful mix of purples, reds and whites all of which are perfectly arranged together.

Micah, having never received a gift, little alone flowers goes bright red and stares at them dumbfounded.

“Whatcha got there?”

He’s still in a mild state of shock, not really understanding what or how to deal with the fact you’ve brought him flowers out of no where. He moves his head to look at you, feeling his blush get hotter as you playfully roll your eyes and smile down at him.

“They’re flowers Micah, they don’t necessarily sell them at the general store so I picked them myself. I wanted to do something for you though, cheer you up.”

Micah’s stomach is in flips but that doesn’t stop the smile from appearing on his face even though he tries to hide it.

“Micah, can I give you a hug?”

After a good five minutes of on internal debate Micah finally gives in and nods softly, too exhausted from a mentally draining day to do much more. He’s expecting you to just wrap an arm around him awkwardly. He’s not at all prepared for how gently rest in his lap, taking his head in your hands and bringing him forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

He’s tense but soon relaxes into your arms, his own come to wrap around your waist as your cheek rests atop of his head.

-

The next hour passes like that, your hand rubbing slow circles into his scalp as you gently whisper that he can always rely on you when he’s feeling down. Between each of your breaths you tilt your head to place a kiss into his slightly greasy hair, but you never really minded.

Eventually, the calming whispers come to an end when Micah speaks up.

“Thank you for the flowers, for everything. I- thank you.”

You smile adoringly down at him. You can tell he’s trying to express all that he means but you can see it just by the way his eyes light up when he looks at you.

“Common now, I bet you’re tired and don’t bother denying it.”

Micah instantly goes to protest about being tired but is cut off by his own yawn which is the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. You walk hand in hand back to camp, happy to now that most of the camp members have gone to bed as Micah holds the flowers in the other.

Once you’re in your tent, Micah will wrap his arms around you and spoon you. His head is pressed into your neck as he holds you close and you both drift off to sleep.

As it turns out, Micah is a snorer.

[imaggots]

the girls give out cheek kisses as thank yous..

hosea gives forehead kisses sometimes.. dutch does too but only when extremely happy or drunk…

arthur gives out forehead kisses as well but they are a treasured thing bc he doesnt do it much..

sean goes to give cheek kisses but licks instead..

thinking about the gang n kisses.. i just want them to show platonic love

[cowboywaffles]

Hello!😊🌾

I was curious, since I'm a Micah/Arthur shipper, do you also write for this pairing too and if yes, can you write um...something fluffy? Not a big deal! Just a one-shot is more than ok so😊 (and if no, that's ok!💗)

Oh! And, I love your blog! It's warm and cozy and so soft!😍💖

this pairing is my guilty pleasure i love them both sm!! and tysm that means a lot ^^

“sad old man” micah grinned, sitting on his barrel, playing with the handle of his knife. arthur looked at the older blonde man and scowled, hed been on his way to his tent when micah began bothering him. 

“what did you just say, rat?” arthur grunted, turning to face micah.

“oh dont be like that morgan, youve gone old” micah spoke, his lips curving into a smile. “but dont worry old timer, i still love you”

arthur paused for a moment. taking in what micah had just said. surely this man wasnt capable of love. 

“ha! that is funny micah, your cold black heart could never love anything” arthur smirked, standing his ground and folding his arms in triumph.

“oh of course morgan, because you always were the romantic type” micah paused, contemplating his next words, “what was her name? mary, no, not mary, before her?”

arthur furrowed his brows in anger and glared at the smaller man. he took a step forward until he was only a few inches from micahs face, the smell of whiskey lingering on his breath. “how about you do yourself a favour friend and shut up” arthur growled.

micah smiled to himself as he leant forward, to arthurs disbelief, the man planted his lips on his own, kissing arthur with his suprisingly soft lips. arthur didnt kiss back. how could he. the man he despised most was trying it on with him.

but there was something. something that drew arthur in. he raised his hand to cup micahs cheek, feeling the blonde mans facial hair scrape agaisnt the palm of his hand.

the kiss wasnt like he imagined, it was almost as soft as a woman kiss, micah was delicate with arthur, humming softly to himself in enjoyment. 

micah bought his hand to rest on the small of arthurs back, pulling him closer to the barrel where he sat and feeling the taller mans heat on the curve of his belly.

arthurs eyes snapped open as he realised just what was happening.

he pushed micahs chest to break the kiss, sending the blonde man toppling backwards off the barrel and landing with a thump on the ground bellow.

micah let out a loud groan as he sat up, rubbing his back in pain. arthur peered down at micah, a spot of guilt washing over him, until micah looked up at him, his face full of annoyance.

arthur couldnt contain himself, at the sight of the man sitting in the ground covered in dirt, he let out a low chuckle at first, but then began laughing hysterically at micah. “shoulda seen your face” arthur chuckled, immitating the look on micahs face as he fell off of the barrel.

“real funny morgan” micah snarled, lifting himself up and walking around arthur. arthurs body betrayed his mind, as he almost flung himself towards micah, grabbing onto his hand.

micah looked at him, suprised at his eagerness. “i er” arthur began, looking at the floor in shame and letting go of micahs hand, although something in him wanted to linger. “ill catch you later then” he said, looking at micah, who looked just as suprised as arthur was, he could have sworn he saw a light blush spread across micahs face, if his hat wasnt pulled down so far it would have been clearer.

micah chuckled softly, reaching out for arthurs hand and pulling him closer to him. he entwined their fingers together as he held on, looking arthur in the eyes.

arthur began looking around at the camp, empty from everyone being asleep. micah kissed arthurs lips once more, although this kiss was more of a, goodnight fleeting short kiss. a peck. 

micah turned away, not looking behind him at arthur, trying to hide his red face. he waved without turning his head at arthur, “catch ya later morgan” he said as he walked away to his tent.

arthur stood in the middle of camp. his mind and heart both racing. if someone had told him this morning that hed find himself falling for micah bell, he would have laughed, but now he wasnt so sure.

he stared at the place where micah had stood only minutes ago, already missing the touch and warmth of him, missing the feeling of his lips on his, his hand in his, the feeling of his mustache tickling his face as he kissed him.

“so this is what you spend your time doing?” a voice came from behind arthur.

the man jumped out of his skin, turning around to see john standing, a few metres away. arthur scratched his beard as he thought of an excuse.

“dont bother” john chuckled to himself, “im just glad it wasnt in my tent”.

[bow-woahh]

She-Ra season 5 thoughts

A chaotic summary of my feelings/ reactions of each episode! Spoilers. Obviously. 

Episode 1 — Horde Prime

- First of...Adora stop throwing yourself into battle challenge - "You're not She-Ra anymore" — TELL HER SIS - The way Catra was so smug but Glimmer was not having any of it "You're just as alone as I am" if that ain't the truth idk what is - Catra wanting the climb up the ranks? Sis I don't think so let's see how long that lasts - The DINNER pissed me the fuck OFF - Oh yeah here's my obligatory SW FUCK OFF CHALLENGE - Micah, King, glare at her!! Yes!! - The way Scorpia said "Catra thought my singing was annoying" honey - That clone was SO annoying stfu about Prime being omniscient and omnipresent and shit like ugH idC - Bow and Adora are the BROTP - Scorpia stinging Adora to keep her safe - and that's on friendship - The way Prime INSTANTLY called Catra out "Adora means something to you" listen I hate the gay but damn he's smart. He saw right through her act. - "Adora chose her side and I chose mine" that doesn't mean you don't still care Catraaa - Also that was REALLL quick lmaoo the way five seconds she was like "imma climb up the ranks" then in about two secs HP was like "sis I have no use for you" - "What are you going to do to me?" IM CRYING - Adora and those weird flashback PTSD things -- are u okay sis?? - This was the first episode and I already want to cry so....wow

Episode 2 — Launch

- Adora omg she's so fatigued girl S L E E P - Bow getting pissed at everyone for not letting her rest...what a king - Catra disobeying HP and talking back to that clone but then HP took its form...fuck man that shit scary - STOP CALLING HER  LITTLE SISTER CHALLENGE JESUS FUCK - Everyone hates Entrapta wow ouch - Literally Entrapta being horny over robots is hilarious lmaoo - Mermista is a great leader and they worked so well together ahhh! I'm loving Scorpia and Frosta's friendship - Entrapta got the signal!! I'm proud -  Adora stop following holograms and illusions challenge -  Adora being all like "I don't know my destiny anymore but I know I need to save my friend." LIKE YES HONEY -  Glimmer is sO volatile like honey,, did you need to break HP's crystal ball thingy?? DID U?? -  also she knows her dad is alive now and that H U R T S ++ I bet she doesn't know the sword is broken so fuckkl -  Micah as She-Ra?? something I never knew I needed -  SW not being in this episode at all? love that for us - "I reinstate my horray" I LOVE YOU SCORPIA - "Can you stay?" MY FUCKING HEART GLITRA FRIENDSHIP HERE WE COME

Every episode I just feel immense f E AR

Episode 3 — Corridors

- THIS STARTS W BABY CATRA AND ADORA?? NOELLE WHY ARE TRYNA KILL US?? - Catra and Glimmer talking about sleepovers and Adora...damn my heart - Adora and her stupid ponytail 💀 - "I'll never say sorry!" - THE WAY YOUNG CATRA WAS SO JEALOUS EYE— - "There's no one in the entire universe who cares about me." - "Im sorry! For everything." IM SO UPSET WTF -  CATRA IS FUCKED BUT SHE SAVED GLIMMER -  HP GTFO CHALLENGE -  I'm so proud of my baby tho wow... -  What the fuck we gone do now? -  so much happened in this episode so this is a lot shorter because my brain is numb. Catra is gonna get brainwashed?? isn't she?? -  "I want to do that one good thing in my life." IM CRYING Y'ALL

Episode 4 —Stranded

- Adora is like "Catra, Catra?? saved you?? wtaf?” Lmaoo - Bow and Glimmer fighting is hurting my HEART - KYLE HAS A CRUSH ON ROGELIO?? SCORPIA DONE EXPOSED IT AHHH - Swifty tryna contact Adora?? kinda cute - him impersonating everyone was onbrand and kinda funny ngl - The way Adora is like "it's complicated" lmaoo girl everything is w you - I live the star siblings omg yeS - "I have to save someone. Someone I—" omFG ADORA - Adora is S T R O N K - she GLOWED OMFG SHE RA?? IS THAT U?? - BOW AND GLIMMER BEING OKAY?? MAYBE - Etherians really are wilding out here - YESSS THEY JOINING THE REBELLION - "Maybe we'll never be friends like we used to be."  Glimmer...I love her sm - "I can't just leave her there. I have to try." Adora actually cares so much about her!! and I love Glimmer being supportive wow we love a queen! - THE BEST FRIEND SQUAD IS BACK TOGETHER!! LETS GOO - "She-Ra is back." Swift Wind is annoying but thank you. thank you for saying that horse.

I literally threw my hoodie across the room and forgot that I did that wow lmao

Episode 5 — Save the Cat

- My friend who's ahead me said wait for episode 5 now I'm fucking S H OO K - this episode name has me shook I can't - its WRITTEN BY NOELLE?? WE'RE FUCKED - I love Wrong Hordak SM what an idiot - Catradora really is gonna be canon wow - WTAF IS THAT SHE IS NOT MY CATRA SHE IS A CLONE her hair tho?? kinda nice - the way HP said "your Catra." like low-key he said gay rights - "You broke my heart. And he has made me whole again." - "We both know I don't matter"  and "you're and idiot" "I know" THESE TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER - SHE JUMPED OFF A CLIFF FOR HER - the way she's holding her?? so soft - SHE RA IS LOOKING FLY -- and is she taller?? - "You miscalculated" YES QUEEN I LOVE HER. THAT WHOLE FIGHT SCENE WAS AMAZING - FuCK HORDEP PRIME - Darla is the best Light Hope SUX - the "Hey, Adora" was SO SOFT IM SO HAPPY

That episode really hiT different Catradora is DEFINITELY canon EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU NOELLE

Episode 6 - Taking Control

- Adora. Chill. - Catra's trauma...wow - honestly I have SO MUCH TO SAY and so little at all. - The ending w Catra joining was so cute and all the Catradora interactions are SENDING ME this is the development I need - "Adora. Stay." MY HEART - thank fuck that chip is gone YAY - Entrapta and Catra making up? Catra saying "Thank you and I'm sorry" her least favourite words -- characters DEVELOPMENT - The way Catra blushed when Adora transformed GIRL YOURE GAY - SHERAS POWER IS TOO MUCH SLAY GIRL - Horde Prime FucK off challenge I hate him - Micah tryna be a father figure? cute - the endING FUCK WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT SPINNERALLA??? POOR NETOSSA

okay but where tf is DT, KYLE, LONNIE AND ROGELIO??

my mum is so tired of me screaming lmaoo

Episode 7 — Perils Of Peekabloo

- Catra just SAT on Adora's lap the PDA is unmatched - We love a filler wow - we literally can't trust anyone this shit sucks - SCORFUMA STANS STAY WINNING - Mermista and Seahawk kinda cute tho (the  heart eyes) - DT I KNEW IT   - CASH KITTEN? EYE—JUST SAY SUGAR MOMMA AND GO - NETOSSA DOESN'T DESERVE THIS - MERMISTA TO - EVERYONE is chipped WTF - DT is a theatre gay through and through   - THEY'RE FUCKED WE'RE FUCKED - NOOOO SCORPIA 😭😭😭 - "I'm the muscle, remember?" - SCORPIA'S POWER, HER REACH, IT'S AMAZING - everything is going downhill FAST - "Happy Anniversary" EYE—😭😭😭😭😭

well that sucked What the fuck we gone do now?

Episode 8 - Shot in the Dark

- The soft smile Catra gave Adora while teasing? love that - loving this new squad - the wAY HER TAIL FLUFFED UP SHES SO SCARED MAN - Wrong Hordak is my main g - the LAUGHING!! THE BLUSHING!! EVERYONE CAN SMELL THE GAY TENSION - omg Catra being the brains of the operation?? yes please - "Catra's first mission" THEY'RE SO OBNOXIOUS I LOVE THEM - "I'm going to kill your friends." "Please don't." we are ASCENDING - Casta? Strike her down anyway please 🙏 - Adora is SO WHIPPED the way she blushed at Catra making the door - "It's such a cute sneeze" BOW KNOWS IT CATRA IS CUTE AND THATS THE TEA - literallyyyy I hate SW GTFO CHALLENGE get OFF my screen 😡 - CATRA WHY DID YOU LUNGE AT THAT THING?? - OMFG MAGICAT?? (Nope dumb bitch) - "I'm coming!" "Hurry." - "I'm sorry. I got angry. It's something I'm working on" ADORA GLOWED AND SAID "You are?" WE LOVE SELF GROWTH AHH - It was Catra's hand OMFG IN THE TRAILER - Adora and cat thing being magic? we love it - MELOG IS SO CUTE and Catra can talk to it?? wowow - they love taking strays lmao - Wrong Hordak's character arc is the best one in the show - CATRA HAS AN IDEA?? YES - Preach Casta shut Weaver up - "That about sums it up, yes." I love them as a team - the hand holding? so cutee Catra don't pretend you're not whipped - oml Glimmer kissing Catra before Adora? EYE— Glitra shippers gonna be so happy at that one moment lmaoo - THEY'RE HOMEEEE

ahhh we're getting close to the end nooo

Episode 9 —An ill Wind

- oh god oh god - Catra is so badass with Melog i LOVE HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL  - having to fight your own wife? that shit sucks - Erelandia? it's free - omg HP is angry asfff - FROSTA CHILL SHE PUNCHED HER HARD - Adora and Catra are soft 🥺 that's all I have to say

Episode 10 — Return to the Fright Zone

- omg are we gonna see Kyle?? Lonnie? Rogelio?? (also nope, stupid hoe) - okay but Netossa getting screentime? YES PLEASE - I love the intro sm ahhhh - also her knowing everyone's weakness? love that shit - ouch Perfuma ouch didn’t have to go so hard on Catra and YET - omg I forgot Bow's dads existed - "Mostly bad memories" 😔😔😔 - competitive gfs for the win - Catra FLEW tho WOW Scorpia is STRONK - the dad jokes are immaculate - "I'm working is being a better friend. That has to count for something right?" - "We don't throw tanks at our friends" sis you don't give flowers to your them at this current time either - "why did I get stuck with the water Princess?" Catra...baby I love you - omg there's a fail safe THANK FUCK I was legit speechless - "There's real power in love and friendship" preACH IT GIRLIE - SCORPIA FIGHT IT YESSS - legit forgot Spinny and Netossa were fighting lmao oof - FINALLY ANGST OVER THE WIVES ARE BACK - omg THE PAN TO ADORA ABOUT BEING VULNERABLE AHHHH - Perfuma is Catra's therapist that's my headcanon - OMFG I FORGOT ABOUT SW FUCK SHIT CATRA BABY IM SORRY

damn I'm stressed out

Episode 11 — Failsafe

- Weaver STFU challenge - them taking about their abuse? we love to see - "We— I could really use your help" KILL ME NOW THEY'RE TOO MUCH - "Not because I like you" she says SMILING - Melog is Catra's affectionate side prove me wrong - Stan Entrapta for clear skin - SW doesn't deserve rights (as per usual) - DONT TOUCH HER BITCH LITERALLYYYY WHYYY - and now She Ra is glitching?? fuck - Catra is so jumpy eye— "Trust Me" MY HEART SBSBDB - Weaver really called her a DISTURBANCE STFU 💀💀💀 - Entrapta and bird horse ftw what a tag team - OMG NO BE CAREFUL - "Did you just jump in fire to save me?" SHE WAS SO SMUG - can SW burn like... now? - "It's none of your business" LITERALLY BUTT OUT  - "Catra, she distracts you, confuses you." WEAVER I FUCKING HATE YOU SM I FUCKING I WILL PUNCH MY SCREEN - Entrapdak being a thing? I do not know how to feel - "Your imperfections are beautiful."  I am.... conflicted - SW doesn't deserve screen time - Catra is an i no cap (I genuinely have no clue what I meant so sorry about that) - i think the fuck not - this episode is so stressful - Catra saving Adora >>>>>>>>> - what an awful reunion for Glimmer damn - "It doesn't always have to be you!" IKR IT SHOULD BE WEAVER - fuck dark magic fuck it all - Catra's upset?? no my baby 🥺 - this whole episode is just traumatising - Adora's heart do be glowing - Catra's LEAVING?? why?? - "What do you want Adora?" - MY HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIMES I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE 😭😭 - omg this time instead of Adora leaving it's Catra (you are a dumbass DUH) - that H U R T S - ADORA TELL HER YEs QUEEN

omg HEART NEXT???

Episode 12 — Heart Part 1

- I am not prepared for this - Adora...baby I'm so sorry - Glimbow moment with a banjo?? that was cute - Adora really is a party popper - "Adora doesn't want me. Not like I want her." AND THAT'S ON LESBIANISM BUT ALSO FUCKING OUCH  - but really Catra...do you really think Adora doesn't want you? girl are youb B L I N D?? - Wrong Hordak is MY GUY - Stan the rebellion for clear skin - NOOO WHAT THE FUCK MY HEART DON'TPLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT THEY NEARLY KISSED AND IT WAS A FUCKING SIMULATION - real Catra be CAREFUL - "We have to warn Adora" YES SIS WARN YOUR GF  - "I thought I could make my own destiny" U STILL CAN SIS - I'm scared I'm fucking scared - my HEART IS BEATINGG FASTT - I really hate Horde Prime uhhhhhhhgg - for once in your sorry life do something good Weaver jfc - "I can't leave her behind again" - BEST FRIEND SQUAD + MELOG YES - "Bow, I love you." GLIMBOW IS BACK ON AHHH - BUT AT WHAT COST??? (literally what am I saying??) - "You deserve love too." AND THAT'S ON PERIODT - Glimmer coming in clutch!! - Mermista and Seahawk do be cute tho - Micah is actually the worst rn wow - "Goodbye, my oldest enemy" CATRA COME QUICK AHH

the last episode....I'm not ready to say goodbye

Episode 13 — Heart Part 2

- ofc this is written by Noelle - "Hey, Adora" MY HEART - "I'll catch up okay? Get to the heart." - SW ACTUALLY DIED?? THANK YOU MY GIRLS CAN HEAL NOW

andd that's as far as I got before freaking the fuck out with everything that was happening onscreen but THE CATRADORA KISS WAS EVERYTHING and the ending was perfect 🥺💖

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Thank you Crew-Ra, Noelle for making such a beautiful and heartwarming show, this will be remembered for years to come because what this show did was incredible and unlike anything I've ever watched.

[hellbentwidow-a]

hi we havent talked outside of my micah but god i love ur sadie sm an want everyone to know thnk u sksjsksksh

HI WTF THE FUCK???????? I LOVE U!! I LOVE TEDDY!!!! i always love reading ur stuff when it’s on my dash. he’s a good soft boy and you’ve fleshed him out so well. i love seeing people put as much passion and thought into their ocs like you do! you are so sweet and such a breath of fresh air in this rpc… i appreciate you so much and THANK YOU for sending me this! it really made my day! thanks so much!

[platinumweekend]

What’s your favorite platinum moment?

vic: the first time i answered this i was like oh man it’s so hard to pick just 1 so luckily we’ve gotten this question like 3 times LMAOO but i think excluding the ones i’ve said already i love when everyone is running around helping you at the indio show! like shane intervenes with the sound engineer and micah is there and everyone is being so supportive like i just love the whole group sm !!

jade: i’ve said mainly raleigh moments so far, so i’ll go with a shane moment that i think about all the time and the reason i kept romancing him – on a whim i chose that one scene where you can hook up with him in your room, and it was some of the sweetest dialogue in any 30 diamond scene i swear. like legitimately gave me butterflies!!! he says something along the lines of “i’ve been waiting for this forever” implying that he’s been in love with you for a long time and i – !!!! it makes me so fucking soft and the platinum mc doesn’t deserve someone as kind and supportive and understanding as shane !!!!!!

pj: honestly the ending of the last avery diamond scene gets me every time where they’re on the rooftop looking at the stars talking about how far they’ve come, where they go from here, and just growing wit each other 🥺 (honorable mention to both raleigh and avery getting jealous over you, the gang all coming to mc’s hometown after the disaster and it’s honestly one big family moment, and then recording the duet wit your li in the studio and micah is like THAT’S! WHAT! I’M! TALKING! ABOUT!! he’s the best)

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Booboo, I know you got a lot on and they're ain't no rush, but if you could do some Soft!Mikey trying his best (and probably failing) to make reader feel better after they lost a family member?

(maybe I'm being a little selfish cos of recent events, but I could really do with my support rat right now 💖)

Thank you in advance, and I'm working on yours! 😘

Kitty you know i'm always here to help where i can and i won't hesitate to write this for you at the least. I love you sm and i will do everything i can to make you feel better <33 i hope this is okay (i will get to editing tomorrow) but for now please enjoy some soft supportive mikey.

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Its a warm morning down in Clemens Point, much too warm for your liking. The heat was sweltering already and it was giving everyone a headache.

You were hunched over a crate, sharing a coffee with your sweetheart Micah as he pointed at maps and went over the information he’d gathered from the night before.

“Some drunk feller— wouldn’t stop boasting about the amount of cash he had stashed in a homestead just North of Saint Denis. Reckon it’s worth a look.”

Micah stopped talking when a very loud Irishman came skipping into camp, delivering out supplies from his latest trip in town with Arthur.

“Why’s everyone lookin’ so sad? Cheer up now! Deadeye Macguire is back!”

The two of you watched with soft smiles as Sean dropped a crate of ammunition off before helping out with the vegetables all the while boasting to Susan about pulling his weight. Eventually, when camp seemed to return to its usual busy pace, Arthur walked over to you and brought out a letter from his saddlebag.

“This was left for ya at the Station, ma’am.”

You gave Arthur a short and affirmative nod, one that he easily returned as you waited for him to depart before opening it.

There’s the faint sound of Micah asking who the letter is from but its a muffled blur as you read over the words. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you read.

You instantly recognise your mother’s cursive handwriting and a lump forms in your throat and your stomach drops. Your mother hasn’t written in years. She writes that in your hometown there had been a fight between the Sheriff and a group of bandits resisting being brought in, the argument having quickly escalated into a shootout.

Your dearest sister had been in town that day,

While both her and her husband had been injured in the crossfire,

She died that afternoon surrounded by her family…

Your legs give out as you discover the death of your sister, the shock hitting you as tears brim in your eyes and you choke back a sob. Micah is quick to put an arm under you, taking a knee so you can sit on his thigh as he grounds you.

Gently, as if not to startle you, Micah takes the letter from your shaky hands and skims over it to understand your reaction.

“Oh sweetheart… c’mere.”

A sob breaks through you and you wrap your arms around his neck. By now some of the members had stopped with doings to watch the two of you but Micah gently tucked your head into his neck. Your cries are uncontrollable as a mixture of grief, shock and fear ripple through you.

Micah’s jacket is crinkled from how tightly you’re holding onto him but he merely holds you while you cry, keeping a protective arm around you.

“I should have been there— should have done something. I could’ve saved her—could have tried to—“

Your lip trembles and you break out into another fit of sobs. Micah shakes his head, rocking you slowly as he holds you close. Arthur tries to walk over to the two of you to inquire but Micah shakes his head and gestures for him to piss off before pulling back to look at you with a softness you haven’t seen before.

“Hey now… I don’t want yer thinking like that. If you were there it would’ve meant you’d be killed too. Not that I don’t doubt yer shootin’ skills but—“

You give Micah a look that screams not now and he quickly shuts up when he realises now is not the time of the place. His hand cups your face, brushing your tear away with his thumb.

“What I’m trying to say is that you can’t blame yerself.”

When you open your mouth to argue he simply brings you in for a hug, letting you cry into his shoulder for however long you needed. Micah realised that words may not be the best thing for you so he simply shut his damn mouth and held you, only opening it to gently shushes and coos to help your breathing evens out.

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Eventually, Micah brought you away from the eyes of the camp, carrying you to sit by the water. He stayed with you for hours, leaving only to bring you water and some food which you barely touched. He was the only one who you’d allow to be close to you at this moment.

There were periods of time, hours even where you’d just sit in silence with Micah’s arms wrapped protectively around you. Sometimes you’d start to cry again and his hold around your waist would get tighter and other times you’d tell him how close you were with your sister.

And Micah was a good listener for once. He took his own advice and stopped talking, stopped trying to think of things to say and just let you grieve. Micah knew you understood what he was trying to do and you loved him even more for the fact that he was trying.

You couldn’t stop the sad smile that arrived when he kissed your forehead and you tucked your head under his chin. The sound of the water along the shore was slowly starting to help your breathing even, your sobs had stopped and there was no more tears left to try until tomorrow.

The moon made the water glow and on any other night you’d think it was beautiful, romantic even but all you could think about was losing your sibling. The two of you were close when you were little and apart of you regrets running off to join a gang of bandits and thieves when you could’ve protected her.

Your lip trembles again and you feel Micah move slightly as he prepares to hug you tighter. But this time you can’t help but speak up, its whispered and your voice is dry and cracking yet you proceed.

“‘She died that afternoon surrounded by her family.��� I wasn’t there Micah, I should have been— I should have been there with her.”

Micah takes your trembling hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he squeezes your hand reassuringly. He’s silent for a moment, thinking over what he wants to say as he looks at your hands.

“Darlin’… this might not be what yer wanna hear right now but you will always have a family here with me, I know it ain’t the same but you have people here that love you— I love you okay?”

He kisses your temple gently and squeezes your hands again.

“If you want I’ll ride with yer and you can go and visit your folks and be with em.”

You look at him with wide, surprised eyes.

“You’d do that for me?”

Micah nods slowly, brining your foreheads together as he bumped your noses softly. Leaning into his touch you take your first deep breath of fresh air since hearing the news as exhaustion begins to wash over you in waves like the ripples of the lake.

“Course I would sweetheart, anything yer need okay? You ask me. We’ll go first thing tomorrow but first let’s get you to sleep.”

He scoops you up in his arms, carrying you with a hand around your waist and one under your knee as he walks you back to your shared tent. By now your eyes are closed and you’re leaning with your head onto his chest. He sets you on the bedroll, climbing in behind you as he wraps his arms protectively around you, a feeling you’re now dependent on.

His nose rubs the back of your neck and he rubs slow circles on your arms, slowly lulling you to sleep.

Micah stays true to his word and accompanies you to meet your family so you can grieve properly. He is always there to give you hugs and forehead kisses even long after you’d returned to the gang and he’s never failed to make you feel better after the death of a loved one.

[its-deputy-caleb]

HIIII can i request john x f!reader where the reader finds john days/weeks/months/years after the events at beaver hollow ? n theres just. a whole lot of feelings involved <3 cud be fluffy or angsty or both HEHE thank u sm in advance 🥺

HII yess u absolutely can request this!! now i've never written for john ever in my life so i hope that its okay but i am a fan of angst and fluff so that should balance it out lmao

side note: i got a little sad writing this and may have gone overboard with the angst oop and for the sake of this story the reader is on dutch's side for the ending (but dw ur still good)

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Beaver Hollow. What a fucking nightmare. The humid air left a sour stank in the air but that was nothing compared to the tension that ran thick within the gang right now.

You’re standing behind Dutch, fiddling with the end of your knife as he stares out across the remains of the once great Van Der Linde gang. Micah is standing on the other side of him, the devil on his shoulder, whispering all sorts of nonsense about who’s the rat.

You didn’t take well to Micah or his new friends but your loyalty to Dutch has always been unquestionable, even if it cost you your relationship with John…

You weren’t really sure how it began, it was years ago since the first night but John had come crawling into the tent, drunk and crying as he curled up in your arms. That night and many nights to come, you’d simply hold him for hours.

His hair was always so soft as you’d gently tuck it behind his ear and whisper soothing noises to help him calm down. It didn’t take long for you and John to have a pretty close bond.

Your relationship only grew from there and late night talks turned into long makeout sessions under the trees where you thought no one would see. You truly cared about John, enough to say you loved him but you’d always been an outlaw.

At some point the tension in the gang snapped. It couldn’t hold the rope of everyone’s burdens and there was bullets flying everywhere. Friend turned against friend and lover against lover. It was a mess.

When the dust settled, John was standing before you with his hand raised and his revolver discarded on the floor. There was no way he could bring himself to shoot you, never.

“You abandoned me, you… you chose Dutch. I- I thought you loved me.”

John looked heartbroken, the face he made will stick with you until the day you die. You could practically hear the exhaustion in his voice, the pain.

“John I will always love you. Don’t ever doubt that but what we had- what we were is gone and you can’t blame me for not betraying who I am.”

He sighed defeatedly, knowing the answer before you even said it. You were always one to stay true to yourself and promised never to bend for others, it was one of the things he loved about you.

“Go on now, get outta here. I’ll keep em off your tail for as long as I can, you grab Arthur and leave before its too late.”

You watched as John turned and ran back down the hill to where you knew Arthur was waiting. It was going to be the last time you saw John for a very long time.

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It was been seven long years since Beaver Hollow, since the Van Der Linde Gang and while you hadn’t gone straight, this world no longer held a place for outlaws.

You’d been a gun for hire for many years now, jumping from place to place to protect whatever stagecoach or rich folk that wanted their precious gold cared for. It always makes you laugh about how you used to rob the very stage companies you now are employed by.

Fortunately, you’ve got a whole week off to yourself between jobs and are spending the time relaxing in the small town of Strawberry.

As you’re heading into town you see a man trying to lift his wagon, the wheeling having fallen off. You sign and dismount your horse, picking up the wheel and rolling it over to where the man is attempting to lift the heavy wagon. It’s the least you could do for him, ever since you left being an outlaw you took it upon yourself to try and help others more. Think of it as the closest thing to a redemption you’d ever get. It was something John always tried to get you to do more and apart of you regrets you didn’t try it sooner.

‘Hey Mister, ya need a hand there? Looks awful heav-”

Your jaw visibly drops at who is standing before you. The wheel falls to the floor as you stare into the shocked face of John Marston.

For a moment you both don’t say anything, too scared to even speak as if it’ll snap you out of some weird dream you’re having. Neither of you can deny that you’ve missed the other.

“What are you doing here?”

It’s John that breaks the silence and you smile at that boyish look he still gets when he sees you. His eyes light up and he always looks amazed to see you.

“Just passing through, don’t worry I’ll be out of your hair within the week.”

You’re both hurt by that and you internally cringe, God you never really had way with words.

“John I-“

Letting out a deep sigh, you make your attempts to apologise to him, for what? Well you weren’t quite sure.

“I’m sorry, for everything. I should have been there for you, I should have done a lot of things.”

John shakes his head and smiles at you softly.

“You did what you could, without you we probably wouldn’t have made it out. I won’t ever hate you for the decision you made.”

You nod in understanding, even with a world of regrets neither of you could bring yourselves to hate the other.

“And Arthur?”

You always wanted to know how your once close friend turned out. He’d been so sick when you last saw him and you could only hope he’d made it out.

Your thoughts die instantly when you see John look at the ground with a pained look on his face, you knew it well. Arthur had been particularly close to you and John, losing him is hard for you both to stomach.

“I’m so sorry John.”

He shakes his head, trying to rid the sadness physically from his shoulders and shoots you another bright smile in an effort to compose himself.

“He’s where he’s always wanted to be, on a hill watching the sunset. Ain’t much more I could’ve done but you’re still here… and I’ve missed you.”

In that moment you both throw away the seven years of no contact and falling out of the gang. Reaching up, you bring John into a tight hug, one that he happily returns.

His hand is pressed into your shoulder, arms pressed securely around your waist. Your own hands brush through his now short hair and you feel him relax under your embrace.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Your words are whispered against his neck, something only for the two of you to hear. At one point, John’s head tilts and he places a soft but cautious kiss to your cheek.

Chuckling softly at his nerves, you turn your head and place your own soft kiss against his lips. You hand comes to hold his cheek, thumb brushing over his scars as you both catch up on some much needed affection.

“I love you”

Both of you turn bright red when you pull away and whisper the same three words at the same time, a bubbly laugh coming from your lips as John presses your foreheads together.

“Common, help me out with this wagon will ya? Then we can go for a drink.”

You nod with a bright smile on your face and pick the wagon wheel back up. The whole way into town you’re sitting beside John on the wagon, his hand looped in yours as your horse follows behind.

That night you both make a promise to each other that whatever you have to face, whatever difficulty or challenge comes your way, you’d do it together.