#love talkin bout stuff like this so thanks for asking!!

[spotsupstuff]

What does your header mean? And I don’t mean that in a “I was too lazy to use a translation app” way, but in a “it sounds like a reference to something or maybe a poem but I’m not sure” kinda way…

i'll give my own translation too, but let it be known to you that i am genuinely happy that you clarified you're not asking in the "too lazy to try n look myself" way

it translates to "I won't wash my hands for a little while, I don't want to take the pollen from your skin away from myself" and it's a lyric from the czech song called Skládanka (Little Puzzle, i think) by Jan and František Nedvědovi. the song is about waking up with your lover in the bed, it's a lazy slow morning and you don't want to get up but you have to part because the world needs you in work. it's basically just singing about how endlessly the singer loves his wife, that he just wants to be with her

my other favorite lines from it are!: • "Snad se mi zdáš, nebo nechápu nic, snad jsem jen blázen, co chtěl by víc, ty můj vánku, skládanko hezká z kouzelnejch chvil." // "Perhaps I'm just imagining you, or I don't understand nothing, perhaps I'm just a fool, which would want more, my breeze, beautiful little puzzle made of magical moments." • "A tvoje tvář je plná stop mých, začnu se bát, jestli to moje rád ti neublíží." / "And your face is full of my traces, I start to fear, if that loving of mine won't harm you."

while not my all time favorite song from them (that would be Růže z Papíru, translating to Rose made of Paper, or Tulácký Ráno, translating to uhh... Tramp in the Morning maybe???), Nedvědi translated n also wrote n then sung songs that i've all found out about from my parents when i was very little. their songs just remind me of the good times from my childhood

[moralesluvr]

can you write you and miles 42 have a argument and yk hes being bitchy af and your being bitchy back but thinks he only can be bitchy so he shuts the argument down lmfaoooo

shut it down ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you and miles get into an argument :( ♡ warnings: gaslighting, lowkey narcissistic behavior but hey it’s 42 miles. angst, yada yada yada ♡ a/n: thanks for your request bby! hope u like it :D ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND, you really did– but for the last two months, he had gradually become more pushy, more paranoid, more protective.

And at first, you didn’t mind, really, you didn’t. You assumed that he was just trying to lookout for you, so you didn’t find it to be a big deal. Except, now, it was.

He promised you that the situation would never escalate. He had already lost too many people and he swore to himself he’d never let himself lose you too. You were precious to him, and he’d more than likely lose his head if you ever slipped through his tight embrace. So, everytime you left your house, or you were out– he was watching. Maybe not right then and there, but he had eyes everywhere, because he wanted to make sure that you were safe.

It started off with simple things, like sharing locations on your phones.

“Why do you need my location, Miles?” You had asked him, fingers skillfully braiding his hair back as he rested his head in between your thighs.

You felt him shift below you, “‘Cus I need to make you’re safe, mi preciosa. Let me see your phone.”

You obliged, handing him your phone with your free hand. You watched as he downloaded some software with coding that you couldn’t quite understand, but you trusted that his intentions were out of love. And they were, at first.

It only escalated from there.

It started with locations, then made its way to who he didn’t and did want you to hang out with, and eventually to what purchases you could and couldn’t make.

“Mami, what is this?” He had asked you one day while he was over your house. He held up a pair of Jordan’s, “I ain’t buy you these.”

You hummed, flipping on your stomach to face your boyfriend, “Yeah, I bought them myself. Just something to-”

“You don’t do that,” Miles cut you off, scoffing as he put the shoes down forcefully, “You don’t buy stuff with your own money. ¿Creía que te lo había dicho?”

“Sorry.” You murmured with an eye roll that you swore was concealed, but Miles caught it. He walked over to you, tucking his index finger underneath your chin.

“You got an attitude, ma?”

Shaking your head, you muttered a quiet no, reassuring him that something was in your eye and you were trying to get it out.

Miles hums, “That’s what I thought. And don’t buy no more of them shoes, you hear me?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You were entirely fed up.

And after that day, you knew that you couldn’t deal with Miles’ nonsense any longer.

In real time, you sat on your bed with your phone nestled in your sweaty palm, your boyfriend laying on his back next to you as you saw him scrolling on something. You looked out your peripheral vision to see he was scrolling through your bank history and purchases. You scoff, "Why are you logged into my stuff?"

"Worry 'bout yourself, Y/N." He warned, clicking on some button that said '25 MAX' in red lettering. You assumed he was putting a limit of your spending on your card. You snapped your neck over to him, "What is wrong with you? Get off my stuff, Miles."

He immediately perks up at your comment, "Who you talkin' to? I'm just tryna look out for you, but it seems like you don't want. So don't ask me for nothin' else since you wanna be ungrateful."

You laugh, standing up and putting your hands on your head in disbelief. "Ungrateful? Really? All you try to do is control me! You know what, I'm entirely sick of you."

"Watch your tone with me."

"I thought you said you liked my attitude?" You grinned, folding your arms across each other. Miles rises from his spot and walks over to you, his brown irises glaring deep into your own. You can nearly see his pupils shrink with how infuriated he is with you, "I don't know where all this is comin' from, but you better cut it out. You hear me? O lo haré yo por ti."

You feel your eyes water, a tear slipping out from underneath your eye as you nodded. Miles' thumb wiped the nuisance away from your pretty brown skin, "Look, mami, I'm sorry. I'm 'jus tryna' look out for you, and you bein' a little difficult."

Mustering a smile, you nodded as you felt Miles give you a quick kiss on your cheek. He left you standing there to collect your thoughts, disappearing into the kitchen. All although it was quite unfair to you how the situation went, what could you do?

You loved that boy with all your heart.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

hi! can i request a beth harmon x fem reader please? just this sort of sweet moment between them where all the stress from the tournaments and everything that’s been happening melts away and everything is okay because they’re together.

i can never find any good fics of her and i love all the stuff you’ve written so i got really excited when i saw her on your list!

thank you so much!! ❤️

Thank you for requesting beth ❤🥺

My girl

Beth Harmon x fem!reader, reader is an author

Set before Russia, just a slice of life type fic

Warnings: some swearing

You drop your keys on the counter, taking your time to slowly toe your shoes off, watching Beth walk into the living room and settle in an armchair.

She'd been a little... distant at dinner, not fully tuned in, in a way you know she'd never be on purpose. The tournament stress is clearly sinking into her.

You turn on the Christmas lights you'd kept up, for months after the holiday season, opting to turn off the ceiling lights and let the fairy light glow filter through the room.

"Beth?"

She turns her head to you as you bend down beside the couch, perching your chin on the sofa arm to look up at her.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly.

Beth lets out a breath, shifting and stretching her legs out behind her. "Paris, Borgov, ...losing, and losing like that." She plays idly with your hands as she speaks. "Jolene's money, your money. Benny hating me."

She shakes her head. "I should've just said yes to those Christian funders."

You squeeze her hands. "Beth, it's okay. First of all, Jolene gave you that money out of her own free will. She wants you to go to Russia. And me? I just sold two stories to that publishing agency, remember? The money will come back. And... true friends always come back. So Benny'll be back, just give him time to cool off."

You move up to the armchair, Beth's soft giggle ringing as you huff and squish yourself into the clearly-meant-for-one-person armchair beside her.

"We're going to Russia," you tell her. "And," you drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're gonna rip the board right out from under Borgov's sad little king."

Beth laughs, shaking her head. "I've gotta get through all the other Russians first."

"Fuck 'em. You're gonna take home the whole damn tournament."

She cups your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up to press a kiss to your lips. "Yeah, fuck 'em."

You slide out of her arms, grinning at the pout she gives as you stand up from the armchair. It's your favourite thing, being able to see all the cute little expressions and actions she doesn't show outside.

"I'm coming back," you promise. "I'm making tea."

"You're amazing," she says, smiling at you over the top of the chair.

You smirk. "I know. Music?" The radio crackles to life as you turn it on, recognising an song you know Beth loves, and you grin to yourself as she slowly rises from the armchair.

You sway slightly along with the song beat as you fill the kettle and search for your teabags, watching Beth dance her way towards you, holding up her closed fist as a microphone.

"What- can- make- me- feel this way," she punctuates each word with a dramatic movement.

You grin, knowing what's next.

"My girl..." Beth points her arm straight out at you, singing each harmony. She makes her way into the kitchen, looping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Talkin' 'bout my girl."

"Oh my god, this is boiling water, Beth."

"My girl!"

You shake your head, grinning. She's undeterred. You pour milk in with the tea, and toss in a little spoon of sugar.

Beth reaches out as you pass the cup to her. "Thank you," she says softly, smile crinkling her eyes.

You take a sip from your cup. "Anything for my girl."

You move back into the living room, Beth disappearing off somewhere.

"Y/n!"

You turn and see her holding up your book, which you'd just gotten properly printed.

"Can you read it to me?"

You take the book from her. "Haven't you already read most of it?"

Every chapter you'd write, she'd read. Beth was the first person to see the plot unfolding in your head, storylines stretching out and forming together. You'd sit there, clicking sounds ringing as you typed, and Beth would play chess games against herself as she waited for you to finish the next page.

You pull the paper out of the typewriter, the fresh ink allowed to rest on the table for just a second, before it's snatched up by Beth, eager to read after a new revelation on the previous page.

"Holy shit, Y/n."

"What?"

"That's genius."

You smile. "You think?"

"Yeah..." she trails off, eyes flicking across and down the page as she reads.

"Wait... fuck." She blinks up at you, evidently having finished the page. "What happens after?"

"You know it's gonna take like at least an hour for the next page right?"

Beth huffs. "Can't you just tell me? I know you already planned it out."

"Nope," you say, snorting as she groans into the couch.

Beth flops into the sofa beside you. "I mean, I know the story but I haven't read it all together and finished. Please, Y/n?"

She turns her sweetest expression on you, and you fold immediately.

"Fine, fine, sure," you say, setting down your tea. You settle into the couch, pulling your legs up beside you, then you open the book.

Beth nudges your foot, and you look up. "Thank you," she says. "I love you."

You smile. "Love you too."

I'm writing the requests a little out of order just getting any of the older ones out first. Short fic today but loved writing the fluff :))))

[riddle-me-fear]

Do either of you have any advice on getting revenge? Someone's crossed me one too many times and I figure it's time I do something about it. Figured you two might have some insight.

[Yes hello, disclaimer: This is entirely fictional. Please DO NOT follow this advice. Remember that these are fictional characters, who are convicted (mass)murderers, with no sense for morals and complete disregard for human life. Don't harm others. This is for pure entertainment purposes. I don't promote anything mentioned in this post. Ok, thank you. Also trigger warning: violence, murder, suicide.]

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Haw lethal we talkin'?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Yes, that would be a necessary detail to consider here. I mean, when we take revenge on someone, the intent is usually to, well, kill them. So, what I like to do--

You notice a certain spark in Edward's eyes, quite noticeably getting excited to talk about this, gesturing with more vigor than usual.

--is to give some indication as to why the - mmh - "contestant" finds themselves in this predicament I'd have carefully crafted for them. In this case, the opportunity would present itself to nail them to a cross, obviously. I'd then do my usual routine of presenting them with one or more riddles, giving them - ah-hmm - the illusion they might actually have a chance of survival, ahahaha! You can get very creative with this one, stab or burn them as many times as they've crossed you, and the like. Ahum, option two would be to restrain them and place them in the middle of a crossroad. Aaand if they don't answer my riddles correctly, they'll get run over by a truck or something. Preferably, I'd be the driver, hm-hm-hmm. Oh! Better yet, I could run them over with a road roller on fresh concrete, then I'd permanently have them "run into the ground" ahaha! Oooh that's genius! GOD I wish someone would double-cross me now, oh that would be so good!

Ed now notices Jon has been observing him with a slight smile this entire time.

... What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Oh, nuthin, I jus' love it when ya get all giddy 'bout stuff. 'specially when it's that sorta stuff. 's cute.

Edward visibly blushes and turns his back on you, making his way across the living room and into what seems to be the kitchen, from what you can see from your point of view.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

I, uuh, just remembered! I forgot, aah, my uhm, I wanted to, uuh, get coffee! Yes! That's what I wanted to do! Would you like one too, Jon? Oh, why do I even ask, of course you do. You can, uuh, give your answer in the meantime!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Hehehe... He's so adorable when he's gettin' flustered. Right, anyway. What I'd do if someone's crossed me... I mean, like Eddie said, if tha intent was ta kill 'em, ma favourite pick is suicide. Jus' drivin' em ta kill themselves. Ya get away scot free, since ya can't really be charged fo' anythin. All ya need ta do is find dirt on tha person, somethin' they really don't want anybody ta know 'bout. Or ya jus' make shit up. Goal is ta ruin their relationships, their reputation, make 'em lose their job, drop outta school an' what not. 's easier if they got sum dark secret that, if it comes out, jus' completely ruins their life. That's jus' step one tho, cuz that's no guarantee they'll actually end it. That's when I usually pull ma fear toxin act on 'em. Since ya don't have that - unless ya wanna buy, 100$ per cc - ya'd have ta rely on yer own spookin' skills an' makin' that person's life a livin' nightmare. Figure out what makes 'em afraid an' weaponize that. Might take a while if they resilient, but it usually does tha trick.

Meanwhile, Edward returns to sit down next to Jonathan, a glass cup of iced coffee in one hand, and a regular mug filled with hot black coffee in the other.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Careful, it's hot.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Tsh, can't be hotter than you.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh my-- will you stop that?!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Stop whut, spittin' facts?

Ed chooses to ignore that and stirs the ice cubes around in his coffee with a glass straw.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Did I hear that right; you gave them advice on how to make someone commit suicide?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ye, why?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Mmh, it just occured to me, that they might look for something less...

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Lethal? Shouldn't 'ave asked us then.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Yes, well, let's just pretend we didn't want to kill the person, mmh... Say, you'd want to take revenge on me.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ahah! An' ya think I would naht wanna kill ya?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Want to - yes. Actually go through with it - I don't think so. I, for one, would force you to go to Disneyland with me. I'd dress you for the occasion, so you won't be scaring anyone. And you're not allowed to go on any of the spooky rides.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Oh jesus fuckin-- ya would naht!

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ahahaha! Oooh you bet your sweet bony ass, I would!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fine. Then I'll take ya to "Who wants to be a Millionaire". As part of tha audience. With ya mouth taped shut an' yer hands tied behind ya back.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

You wouldn't dare...!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ohooh, yes I would, sugah.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Well, I would hide the coffee beans, and every time you buy new ones, I'll hide those too.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Nah ya wouldn't.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ooooh, but yes I would.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I'd move somethin' in yer apartment space, so it's jus' slightly outta place. A slightly tilted picture frame. A piece o' furniture moved just a bit to tha right. One of yer decorations moved ever so slightly towards tha left. An' I'd move somethin' different every day.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Wha-?! Y-- Nnh! I'd burn your newest costume project, so you'd have to start all over again!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ffffuggin-- I'd put yer most recent riddles notebook into tha paper shredder!

There is a pause between their back-and-forths, which had become quite agitated, before the silence is broken by Edward lunging at Jon, his hands aimed at his throat.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

I'm going to murder you!!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Pff! Trah me, bitch!

Their escalated argument quickly proceeds to the floor. Out of your view, you only hear their sounds of struggle, heavy breathing and the occasional insult.

Perhaps 10 minutes later, the noises had turned into aching groans and cracking joints, as you see the both of them slowly crawl back onto the couch, but not without big effort.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Jesus fuck, I'm too old fo' this shit... Aaah my back...! Ahah oow...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Hhh... I hope you - hhh - got your - hhh - answer - hhh... Oooh I'm so done for today...

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ya don't say... Fffhh...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

All of that was... hhuff... purely theoretical, right?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

'f course it wus... Fffuckin... jackass...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Heh... hhhahah... Aaah...

[kyabetsuhime]

Hiyori Tomoe 3☆ – How's the Weather With All Three Together?

Characters: Kanata, Hiyori, Rinne Season: Summer Translation: ksts Proofreading: yuno

Hiyori: I’m home! And since I’ve returned, you should greet me ardently! …Oh? I don’t hear any excited greetings. Should I repeat myself?

Kanata: Fufu. I can hear you just fine, “Ohisama”-san~

Hiyori: Jeez, you’re being mean, Kanata-kun! I feel lonely if I don’t get a response, so be a dear and reply to me right away!

Kanata: Okay, welcome home~ “Ohisama”-san, you’re always so bright and sunny, so I took a moment to “bask in your light” and admire you.

Hiyori: If you want to look at me, I’ll let you, but wasn’t this the wrong time to do it? Eh?! What’s that on my bed? It looks a little creepy…

Kanata: Heh-heh! That’s the “best-selling plushie” from the “Aquarium”. I brought it as a gift for my “roommate”. Like a “symbol of our friendship”.

Hiyori: You’ve already given me one before. And it was a much cuter, uh… What was it again?

Kanata: You mean the “flapjack octopus”?

Hiyori: Yes-yes, that! It was cute, but I can’t really say this one has the same charm.

Kanata: Uu. You don’t like “Giant Isopod”-san? But he’s so “adorable”!

Hiyori: Uwah! Keep its belly away from me! It has so many legs, it’s giving me the creeps! Give me only cute plushies next time, okay? I’m sure Rinne-senpai would love this one though.

Rinne: I’m ho~ome ♪ Were ya two just talkin’ ‘bout me?

Kanata: Welcome back, “Chief”-san.

Hiyori: That’s a lot of stuff you have there, Rinne-senpai! Did you bring another one of your “prizes”?

Rinne: Hell yeah ♪ I was super lucky today! I won big ♪ So here’s a lil somethin’ for ya two. I got all kinds of sweets, so grab whatever ya want ♪

Hiyori: Hmm?~ As usual, just some regular sweets? Well, I guess I’ll have the chocolate ones.

Kanata: I’m not hungry, so I’ll just take the “dried sardine” snacks. They contain calcium…

Rinne: Hey-hey, c’mon, don't be so cold! You’re makin’ Rinne-kun cry~

Hiyori: Faking tears like that is not very mature of you, Rinne-senpai. Anyway, go take a shower. I don’t really like the smell of that place you hang out at, you know?

Kanata: I “agree”~ Should we spray some “air freshener”?

Rinne: Pachinko halls are all smoke-free now, so it shouldn't be that bad… Hey-hey, hold on, Kanacchi! Why don’t ya stop pointin’ that spray at me?! Aight, aight, fine! Rinne-kun’ll go take a shower like a good boy~

Kanata: …Ah.

Hiyori: What’s wrong, Kanata-kun?

Rinne: GYAH! Cold!!!

Kanata: I was taking a “bath” before you two came back.

Hiyori: …Ah, so you left the water cold again, didn’t you? Even though I always tell you to set it back to warm after you're done!

Kanata: How rude of you to say “again”. This is only the seventh time this week, you know.

Rinne: Achoo! That was horrible…

Hiyori: You’re back surprisingly soon.

Rinne: My whole body got cold, so I decided to fill the bath with hot water. Even with clothes on, I’m still cold!

Hiyori: If so, try hugging that plushie. It should warm you up a little.

Rinne: Whoa, the hell’s this? Some kind of cryptid? Is it tryin’ to invade my bed or somethin’?

Kanata: That’s “Giant Isopod”-san! He’s “extra-large,” so you can even use him as a “pillow” ♪

Rinne: Really? Aight, I’ll take him then. And as a thank-you, ya can grab as many sweets as ya want, no limit ♪

Hiyori: …Hmm? I should buy you two something as well. Is there anything you want?

Kanata: What’s this all of a sudden?

Hiyori: Gifts aside, what matters is that I felt the genuine intention to give me something behind them. It wouldn’t be right for me to just accept without giving anything in return, right? I don’t have to, but I do want to return the sentiment.

Kanata: The “souvenirs” you occasionally bring are more than enough, though. Hmm~ But if you’re asking, I’d prefer a “fish”~ Bring me a “luxurious fruit of the sea,” please… ♪

Rinne: Ooh, sounds nice! Then I’m down for some tasty pizza!

Hiyori: Seafood, pizza… Are you two perhaps planning to throw a party in here?

Kanata: Ehehe. A “party” sounds fun~ Who should we invite? For the “life of the party,” how about asking Wataru?

Rinne: Should we post a notice ‘bout it somewhere? We could leave the door open, and everyone will probably just barge right in. We’ll add more food too and make this fancy as hell! Kyahaha ☆

Hiyori: The conversation is moving way too fast, but seriously, please don't try to cram a bunch of people into a room that's already too small for just the three of us! That is. If all you're worrying about are the food and guests, then this won't even be a third-rate party. I’m gonna have to teach you a thing or two about being a proper host!

Rinne: What's with all the complaints ‘bout the space bein’ cramped? Ya sure do seem pretty hyped up ‘bout it too, ain't ya, Hiyori-chan?

Hiyori: I’m all for a lively atmosphere too, you know! A quiet party would just feel lonely and depressing. You guys don't like loneliness too, right? If we are to do this, it has to be an elaborate party everyone can enjoy! In the end, what matters the most is making everyone smile! That will surely be a fine weather… ♪

★ directory ★

[writingwhimsey]

Hii! I wanna say congratulations for the 300 followers, your writing is honestly amazing and you're def my comfort writer <3

Anyways, for the celebration request, can I get arranged marriage fluff with Motonari? I've been feeling in need of Motonari fluff lately, and I already know it's gonna be amazing with your writing skills and our favourite pirate king!

Again, congrats in 300! I honestly think you deserve way more than that 🫶

Thank you for your support, sweet anon! And thank you for this request! I love this pirate so much! And there needs to be more fluff with him! So, I am happy to contribute to that fluff.

Alright so here we go! Motonari and arranged marriage fluff!

The Pirate and The Princess

It had been two months now that Motonari had entered into this arranged marriage with the Oda Princess. Two months since she had come to live with him. He had let her know from the beginning this was nothing more than a political arrangement, that it was a marriage in name only.

Of course, the princess had known that even without him stating it so bluntly. She was his wife legally and in name…but that was all there was to it. In truth, she was little better than a hostage, a pawn in this political game to secure the alliance…to make sure that the Oda didn’t do anything Motonari didn’t agree with…and to ensure that Yoshiaki never came back into power.

“This marriage is just a means to an end. I never wanted no wife.” Motonari had told her, his tone harsh, though she didn’t flinch.

“I’m not an idiot.” She had told him, fixing a glare at him. “You think you’re some kind of catch or something? Please, I never picked this arrangement. You are the LAST person on earth I would pick.”

“Well, at least we’re on the same page then.” Motonari had replied, surprised by the fire in her eyes. He had mistaken her for some shy weak little thing…but it appeared she had been more.

“Lady Mouri, perhaps I can show you to your chambers.” Hiroyoshi had said, interrupting them.

“That sounds good.” She had said, getting up to follow the old goat, showing him a genuinely kind smile…something that had irked Motonari.

After that, the princess had given him the cold shoulder. Though she would smile and chat up Hiroyoshi and his crew, being totally sweet to them…and looking at Motonari with utter contempt whenever they would cross paths. 

It had honestly gotten under Motonari’s skin. “Why’s she always gotta look at me like that? Why’s she always got that sweet smile fer everyone else?”

“Perhaps my lord, you could try being kind to the Lady Mouri.” Hiroyoshi had said, to him as he brought Motonari some documents with some new trade agreements.

“The hell you talkin’ ‘bout ya old codger?” Motonari had groused.

“Nothing, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had replied. “You know, I was talking to the princess the other day…apparently she was working as a seamstress in Azuchi before she came here. It was something she rather enjoyed.”

“Am I s’posed ta care about somethin’ she likes?” Motonari had asked.

“Just thought it was an interesting tidbit, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had answered. “Though, I did hear that she was a highly sought after seamstress. Highly skilled and very passionate about her work. She brought in lots of new business to Azuchi.”

Motonari had looked up at the old man, intrigued by this, lifting one white brow. “That so?”

“Very so, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had answered.

“Get ‘er some fabrics then.” Motonari had said. “And sewin’ stuff.”

“Of course, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had replied, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

“Don’t go gettin’ no funny ideas. It’s just good business.” Motonari snapped.

“No ideas at all, my lord.”

It had only taken another few days after that for the princess to come knocking on his council room door. “What?” Motonari had called as she came in, carrying something in her hands.

“I…just wanted to give you this…as a thank you for the fabrics and sewing notions.” She replied, bowing and handing him a small wrapped parcel.

Motonari looked at her as he took the package. “That ain’t nothin’ ta thank me for. Hiryoshi said you were a good seamstress. Just a good business move.” He replied, waving her off.

“Still…I really appreciate being able to get back to it and having something to do.” She replied. “I think I was beginning to drive poor Hiroyoshi crazy constantly asking him for something to do…and well also… I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“What are ya talkin’ about?” Motonari asked.

“Just…I know this arrangement is all political and I don’t expect to EVER fall in love with you or for your shriveled black heart to start beating and beating for me…but maybe we can LIKE each other even if we don’t LOVE each other…and maybe be friends.”

Motonari blinked in surprise at her words…was…no one had ever come to him with such a crazy offer before. “Ya got flowers fer brains or what?” He had asked her.

“Ugh…I can’t believe I even tried!” She groaned as she got up in a huff. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” She was then quickly leaving the room. 

Motonari watched her go, not saying a word. It irritated him that she left so quickly…but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He looked down at the package she had given him…finally he decided to open it. Inside was a small handkerchief that matched the fabric of the cape he usually draped over his shoulder and was embroidered with the Mouri crest on the corner.

The fabric was perfectly cut and sewn well. The embroidery was intricate and clearly that of a skilled hand. “Ah…dammit.” Motonari had groaned, running a gloved hand through his hair in agitation. “Dammit all ta hell.”

The next night, Motonari had gone to the princess, carrying a tray with some tea and a freshly cooked meal he had made. “Here.” He said, as he sat the tray down in her room, where she sat working on her sewing.

She had looked at him, confusion in her face. “What’s this for?” She asked.

“Hiroyoshi said ya been workin’ all day…ain’t had much ta eat.” Motonari had answered, honestly not even sure why he was here.

“I…suppose now is a good time for a break.” She had replied, placing a loose stitch in her work to save her place before neatly folding it and setting it aside.

“Well, enjoy.” Motonari said, awkwardly heading for the door.

“You…you aren’t going to join me?” She asked, her words stopping him in his tracks.

“What?”

“Well…I thought…nevermind.” She replied. “Thank you.”

Motonari let out a groan as he turned back around to her. “No, tell me what’s on yer mind.”

“I just…I thought maybe…this was you…maybe agreeing to what I said the other day…about us trying to just like each other…get to know each other.” The princess answered. “Where I come from… people share meals and get to know each other.”

“I still think ya got flowers growin’ in that head o’ yers…but maybe we can give it a try.” Motonari found himself saying.

And thus began a new ritual. Every night the pair would sit down to dinner together…a dinner Motonari made as he wouldn’t eat food others had touched. This was something Motonari had surprisingly come to look forward to. They would talk and… well they would bicker quite often. Motonari would tease her and get her riled up…and she would bite back…which was something he found he enjoyed.

Though if Motonari were being honest, the thing he enjoyed the most would be at the end of one of their bickering sessions. The princess would sigh and shake her head…but she would be wearing the most beautiful smile. Her eyes would be warm and full of light…and Motonari was entirely unaware of the warm look he would give to her in return.

On this particular night, after finishing their dinner the princess let out a sigh. “I guess you’ll be heading off then?” She asked.

“Don’t tell me you’ll be missin’ me, flower girl.” Motonari teased her.

The princess scrunched up her face. “I wouldn’t go THAT far…but… I just… get bored.”

Motonari chuckled. “Well, if yer bored, then hows about we go on a little adventure?” He found himself suggesting.

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “What kind of adventure?”

“Only one way to find out.” Motonari replied, grinning in spite of himself. “What do ya say, flower girl?”

“I say… I must be utterly insane because… it sounds like fun.”

It was a short time later, Motonari and the princess were leaving his castle, Motonari leading her through a path in the forest. “Watch yer footing. It can get kinda rough around here.” He warned her, as he held a small lantern to guide them.

“I’ll do my best.” She replied.

They walked a little further before Motonari found himself reaching a hand back towards the princess. “Here, don’t need ya fallin’ on yer face…despite how funny that might be.”

The princess blinked as she looked at Motonari’s outstretched hand, still clad in his white glove. Though they had never expressly discussed it…she was aware that he didn’t like to be touched. She’d been aware of the physical distance he purposely kept between them. She’d also seen him keep that same distance with… well everyone. She’d even witnessed him violently through off an overly-flirty lady of the night. It wasn’t too hard to pick up on the fact that Motonari didn’t like to be touched.

“What? Somethin’ wrong?” Motonari asked.

“W-won’t…you be…uncomfortable?” She asked, looking up at him, her eyes wide in the low light of the lantern and the moon.

It was then that Motonari seemed to become aware of himself…aware of what he was offering. Was he really about to let this other person TOUCH him? His hand was still hanging in the air between them. He thought hard about this now…but to his surprise…the idea of the princess’s hand in his…it didn’t make his skin crawl. It didn’t make him break out into a cold sweat. He didn’t know why…but SHE was okay.

“It’s…okay.” He told her, a surprisingly tender look in his eyes, his crooked smile soft. 

“Are…are you sure?” She asked, still hesitant. “If it would make you uncomfortable, I can walk fine on my own…and even if I were to trip, I’m not THAT delicate that a little tumble would hurt that bad…wouldn’t be the first time…”

She was rambling, he could tell. “I said it’s okay…but only if it’s you.”

A small gasp escaped the princess as she looked up at him, her eyes somehow going wider. “O-okay…” She was then ever so slowly, placing her hand in his.

Motonari’s gloved fingers curled around her delicate hand…so much smaller than his own. Her hand felt warm in his palm…and he was surprised to find…it actually felt pleasant to hold her hand. He turned forward once again and lead her through the forest, making sure to keep her from tripping as they went.

Soon they were coming to a clearing that led to a small cliff’s edge. “Stay close and watch yer step.” He told her as he led her up the cliff.

“You’re not gonna throw me over and claim I fell are you?” She joked, though Motonari could detect a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Motonari looked at her, lifting a brow. “No.” He answered. “Yer shakin’ there m’lady. I promise I ain’t takin’ ya out here ta hurt ya.”

She shook her head. “That’s…not it…I uh…I may…have a little fear…of high…places.” She admitted sheepishly, looking down at her feet.

Motonari still held her hand in his. He found himself giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, I got ya.”

She looked up at him, surprised to see how gently he was looking at her right now. His hand around hers was warm…and surprisingly comforting. “Okay…” 

Motonari led her up the cliff, keeping her hand in his the entire time. “Now…have a look at this view.”

The princess turned and looked out. The cliff overlooked the ocean, and her breath was instantly taken away. The large full moon and the millions of twinkling stars were reflected on the water’s surface, broken only by the ripples of the gentle waves and the ocean creatures moving below the water. It looked as if the sky truly never ended.

“It’s…wow…it’s…” She gasped, as she took in the view.

Motonari watched her, unable to keep himself from smiling. Her eyes twinkled as if holding the light of the stars she was gazing at. As he looked at her, one word flitted through his mind completely unbidden…

“Beautiful.” The princess’s voice said, completing her unfinished thought.

Motonari couldn’t help himself and his lips were moving before he could even think better of it. “Yeah, beautiful view.”

The princess turned to him, her cheeks reddening as she realized Motonari was watching her and not the ocean of stars in front of them. 

It was there in that moonlit night, a garden’s worth of new flowers began to bloom.

@zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @oda-princess

[azures-bazar]

Let’s do headcannons with Sadie, Arthur, Charles, Mary beth, Karen and Dutch reacting to fem s/o that has such a hilarious funny laugh. When she laughs it sounds like a crow mixed with a seagull XD she can’t help having such a crazy laugh and one day she cackles so loudly that the people in Valentine could hear it. What would their reaction be?

Headcanon - Peculiar Laugh - Female!Reader

Hey there anon ! Thank you for your request ! Having a very strange laugh myself, I couldn't relate more to this lol

I apologize in advance for all character inaccuracies and grammar mistakes, as always :')

I'm also really sorry for being this late, things are not going so well at my job so I kinda struggle at the moment to keep up with my usual writing pace, but I'll be back on track soon ! <3

Request : Female!Reader

Characters : Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde Mary-Beth Gaskill, Karen Jones

Relationship : Romantic, settled

Lines : From 8 to 10 per character

Arthur Morgan : 

You were cleaning your riffle with Tilly after a long day on guard duty, talking about some common stuff you both enjoy. You even get to talk about Arthur, who is sitting nearby, drawing something in his journal… but then, out of the blue, Tilly asks you a very strange question. "If a cougar and a cat could reproduce, would their kids be huge or average-sized cats ?". 

At first, you don’t really understand what Tilly just said, so you just shrug. Her question is genuinely interesting to think about, but your brain processes it as a very good joke, causing you to start chuckling. What the hell was going on in her mind ? The more you think about that question, the louder you laugh. And Tilly follows. 

Arthur quickly rises from his spot to glance around when he first hears your peculiar laugh. Of course, he had already seen you chuckling and was somewhat surprised by the noise you could make, but he never heard you roar with laughter. "What the hell was that ?" he mumbles. He quickly drops his journal in his satchel and puts his hand on his gun, walking closer to the noise. What if it was an attack ?

He spots you laughing with Miss Tilly, who can’t hold back her tears while you’re nearly suffocating. In fact, the way you’re laughing is so amusing that even Arthur can’t help but chuckle at this lovely sight of his sister and his adorable lady having a good time ! 

Being a protective bear, Arthur instinctively takes both your riffles away before Tilly is called by Ms. Grimshaw to help her clean the camp’s round table. "Lemme take ‘em riffles, ladies." he chuckles as he calmly puts your weapons on the ground. You can’t stop laughing, still thinking about Tilly’s peculiar question. What if ? Indeed, what if ? Arthur quickly gets you some water in a cup, but you can’t drink it just yet. 

Arthur progressively looses it what watching you go further and further into an endless hilarity. He still chuckles, trying to understand what made you start laughing like this, but you can barely explain it. You can’t even breathe properly ! "Well, I don’t know what you girls were talkin’ ‘bout, but it sure was fun !" Arthur giggles. 

You try your best to keep breathing, but can’t stop laughing, even if Arthur begs you to calm down a little. He tries his best to hold himself from laughing out loud with you, believing the rest of the gang would think he’s crazy, or that the Pinkertons would find you. He’s somewhat ashamed of his laugh, which is terribly sad. "Stop laughing, Y/N… please…" he giggles as tears start streaming on his face, rubbing your shoulders. 

While you try taking a deep breath, your voice suddenly turns into the exact same noise a crow would make… and this is what causes Arthur to start laughing with you. He just gives in, your laugh is too fun for him to remain stern-faced ! Not even the toughest of Dutch’s men can resist this funny laugh that is yours ! 

The more you laugh, the more he laughs. He just adores the overall noise you’re currently making. It’s so hilarious ! Your laugh is so peculiar, so fun to hear… looking at you trying to calm yourself down only makes him love you more. His amusement perfectly matches the total adoration he vows you. 

It takes you quite a while to stop laughing, and Arthur almost feels a little sad that this moment has to come to an end. "Your laugh is funny, Y/N… You’re quite a strange lady…!" he tells you before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. This event causes him to write a new entry in his journal, describing your laugh as a "strange combination between a crow and a seagull which probably had a few drinks.".

Sadie Adler : 

Your day is so boring ! You just want to do something relevant, apart from washing clothes or cleaning tables while some gang members are out there having fun ! So you’re tasked to help Mr. Pearson to chop some vegetables. Leeks, for instance. At least, it’s more entertaining than having listen to Ms. Grimshaw’s complaints ! 

Sadie passes nearby and quickly takes two round slices of the leeks you just chopped, removes the middle part and gets them to her eyes. "Hallo, I’m Herr Strauss !" she jokes, obviously not expecting your reaction. She had seen you so bored that she just wanted to make you smile, and did much more than that. 

The single view of a happy Sadie, who doesn’t smile much because of what she has been living, warms your heart… but her childish imitation of Strauss is absolutely worth the watch, causing you to literally drop your knife on the table and start cackling. Loudly.

Sadie never heard you laugh like this. At first, she freezes in place and looks at you trying to calm your breathing. "Wow, didn’t know a seagull was in there !" she chuckles. Her words don’t help you, you’re pretty aware about your peculiar laugh, and you don’t mind it !

Listening to the noise you’re currently making cause you to enter into an infernal circle. You can hear your laugh, and now… you’re literally laughing at yourself, but you can’t stop. And Mrs. Adler, who tries her best to remain calm, hides some early laughs behind her sleeve. She feels so good and relaxed ! 

As you try breathing, making very strange noises, Sadie looks around while wrapping her arm around your shoulders. People pass by you with wide opened eyes, not only because of this unique laugh they hear, but also because Mrs. Adler is having a good time as well. 

"Stop laughin’ or I’m gonna loose it !" she chuckles, not able to keep calm with you the way you cackle. It’s been a while since she didn’t feel something so great, so calming as some sheer happiness. Your laugh, as strange as it sounds, makes her feel really happy. 

When Pearson comes back, he immediately dismisses the two of you, which makes you laugh even louder. Everyone looks at your direction, either surprised or amused, and Sadie keeps her arm wrapped around your shoulders. At this moment, if she closes her eyes, she feels like she’s having fun with a literal seagull. 

Sadie tries her best to calm you down to allow you to keep breathing, but nothing truly helps. Not even her covering your face with kisses. Nothing really works, but Sadie still resists the idea of bursting out laughing with you. She doesn’t want to suffocate ! 

After some time, your laughs finally come to an end, allowing you to take a deep and well deserved breath. You look at Sadie, who is giving you a very bright smile. As she tried to make you grin, your laugh made her genuinely happy. And it was definitely worth it, for the two of you. 

Charles Smith : 

You and Sean were having a drink together by the campfire, somewhere in the middle of the day. MacGuire is already drunk and keeps saying very awkward things, but something really triggers your laughter. "I thought I’d try runnin’ a dating service for chickens, but I’d be strugglin’ to make hens meet.". 

This joke is so simple and unexpected that you burst out laughing. Everyone knows that your laugh sounds a little funny, but you never really had the opportunity to start cackling the way you did. People around the hideout literally stop what they are doing to look at you and smile… but not Charles. 

When he first hears you laughing, Charles somewhat freezes in place. He nervously looks around the hideout, trying to find the source of such very… peculiar sound. He knows about your laugh, but something in what he heard did not sound right. "I don’t know what animal it is…" he whispers to himself.

Charles instinctively runs towards camp to see if there is any source of danger. Thankfully enough, everyone seems to be calm and quite happy, but this weird sound he can’t recognise can still be heard, causing him to feel a little worried. Is there anyone hurt outside the hideout ? Is that a wounded animal ? Who knows ? 

He walks around the hideout to the find the source of such sound, finding you laughing with Sean. He even notices some tears of laughter and smiles. "What did you tell her, MacGuire ?" he asks Sean, but your local Irish Terrier can’t respond, nearly suffocating. He had first laughed at his own joke, but now… he’s laughing because of you. 

Let’s be honest, your laugh is contagious. This very strange combination between a seagull and a crow is so unique that nobody can remain stern faced while listening to your laugh. And, despite trying his best to hold himself from doing the same, Charles starts chuckling. 

He calmly sits nearby to just look at you. You’re so beautiful when you laugh !… even if it basically sounds like an animal is dying nearby. Charles loves you for what you are, and your laugh, as peculiar as it sounds, only makes him love you more. 

Charles sees you suffocating a little because of this endless spiral you slipped into with Sean and starts massaging your shoulders. He still tries his best to hide his chuckles as he’s worried while watching your inability to breathe properly, but gives in and laughs with you. "It’s okay there, darling. Please take a deep breath." he tries telling you between two subtle laughs. 

It takes you about five or six minutes to calm down, and Charles is right here, holding you by the shoulders. As Sean leaves to get another beer, you finally get to sigh, being watched over by Mr. Smith who only has eyes on you today. 

"Feels good to see you laughing." he says before gently kissing your temple. He wants you to be happy more often and never to hide your peculiar laugh. He loves you so much, and wants you to be the happiest woman on earth. You deserve the world… and the world is not ready to hear your laugh again. 

Dutch Van der Linde : 

You had a long day and could finally relax by reading a book outside Dutch’s tent. As you thought you picked up one of Evelyn Miller’s works, you unexpectedly stumble upon a book that appears to be… a little erotic. The worst is that you genuinely believe Evelyn Miller wrote this, which causes you to chuckle. 

The more you read that book, the more you giggle at your expectations about Evelyn Miller. You start cackling so loud that Dutch, who is out there smoking his cigar, quickly runs towards his tent. He knows about your peculiar laugh, he was first somewhat surprised hear it. But right now, he genuinely thought you had hurt yourself. 

"Are you alright, sweet girl ?" he asks you before kneeling down. You can’t stop laughing, causing him to look a little concerned about what triggered your sudden hilarity. He looks around to check if the rest of the gang is alright, it looks like you started laughing because of the book you’re holding in your hands. 

You try telling Dutch that you thought Evelyn Miller was the one who wrote that book, but you’re suffocating so much that no clear words but the author’s name come out of your mouth. Dutch takes the book away, a little confused, and reads a few pages. 

For a few seconds, he wants to scold you for believing that his favourite author and absolute role model is the one who wrote this erotic book, but the way you’re laughing quickly stops him. You look so sweet when you’re happy ! "Well sorry, dear Y/N, but Mr. Miller didn’t write this book." he smiles. 

The more you laugh, the more he wants to laugh with you. He tries his best to remain stern faced, coughing in his sleeve do stop a burst of hilarity you triggered in him. Your peculiar laugh always made him smile, as far as he could remember ! 

"C’mon Y/N you’re gonna make me laugh and I’ll look ridiculous." he tells you, but you can’t stop. No, you can’t. Still having in mind that Evelyn Miller is the one who wrote this book, your ideas about Dutch worshipping his favourite author makes you loose it. Who would have thought Mr. Van der Linde owns an erotic book anyway ? 

At some point, your laugh is so loud that even birds start flying away. Dutch sits besides you and clenches his teeth before letting out a soft giggle… which doesn’t last long, since just a few seconds are needed for him to slip into hilarity. Your laughs don’t match, but it’s somewhat funny !

In order not to be seen laughing, Dutch drags you to his tent and sits on the bed with you. He even reads a few extracts of the book with his eyes wide open, tears streaming on his cheeks because he can’t stop laughing. Your laugh is too genuine for him to walk away as he usually does ! 

When the night comes, the two of you finally stop laughing and can leave Dutch’s tent. "I love seeing you laugh." Dutch smiles, kissing your lips. "But I have completely forgotten about this erotic book, don’t tell anyone.". You will try your best, but that’s quite tempting !

Mary-Beth Gaskill : 

You’re sitting alone by one of the trees of Horseshoe Overlook, before the cliff, facing the sunset. You had a long day after doing a successful robbery, nobody wanted to bother you. Not even Ms. Grimshaw, which is quite surprising considering it’s ‘her camp, her rules.’.

You’re gazing at the sky, noticing that two birds are currently making some sweet figures above you. While they're chirping, flying away from each other and then coming back, they unexpectedly bump their heads, causing you to gasp. You see them chirping louder afterwards during a short fall, causing you to start laughing. These two birds are literally an old couple having an argument, just like Dutch and Hosea !

When she hears your laugh, Mary-Beth is absolutely startled and quickly grabs her knife, believing someone is currently being tortured nearby. "Oh lord…" she gasps, looking at the surroundings as she notices that this strange noise is coming from a tree near the cliff of the hideout. No one seems to care much about that noise. 

She calmly gets closer to your spot and notices you laughing, causing her to sigh and kneel before you, calmly taking your hands between hers with a sweet smile. "Are you okay, Y/N ?" she asks, still looking a little concerned. Your laugh is absolutely hilarious, causing her to chuckle a little. 

You’re laughing so loudly that people could easily hear your voice in Valentine… if not even in Strawberry or Blackwater. Mary-Beth tries shushing you a little, calmly passing her hands through your hair while looking around. What if Pinkertons found you because of your laugh ? 

The more Mary-Beth listens to your voice, the more she wants to chuckle with you. "Sweet Y/N, you’re going to make me laugh !" she giggles. Your teary face and beautiful smile are not helping her resist this sudden temptation to join you in a laughing session. 

Mary-Beth finally gives in after a few good seconds, letting out a nice laugh to accompany yours. Your voices don’t really math at the moment, but that’s no big deal. Mary-Beth needed to laugh, she never really had the opportunity to have some fun since the Blackwater incident. It felt so good !

The two of you laugh until the sun goes down, called by Ms. Grimshaw to get your portion of stew. You had completely forgotten the notion of time ! You finally get to explain that these two birds, the way they bumped their heads, the way they chirped made you loose it… it gives Mary-Beth a new idea for the book she’s currently writing. Your laugh will also have a very detailed description ! 

Karen Jones :

You and Karen spent an entire day doing laundry, taking care of the camp, patrolling around the hideout with your respective riffles in your hands. Right now, the only thing you want is to have a good drink. And… let’s just say you had a few of them. After all, don’t you deserve a beer for what you’re doing ?

With this dose of alcohol held in your body, your brain can’t really function normally. So anything Karen says can easily trigger either laughs or tears. Karen starts mimicking Arthur, who is grumbling on his cot, obviously not happy about this sudden imitation. "I’m a strong and threatening cowboy who eats flowers !" she roars. And the overall situation is what triggers your sudden laugh. 

The noise you just made quickly freezes Karen who quickly stops her imitation, looking straight towards your direction. "What the hell was that !" she gasps with a large smile as she sees you trying to mute your laughs behind your hands. "Oh my god, Y/N !" she chuckles.  

You try apologising, but no word can come out of your mouth some other very weird noises. As she notices you can’t stop laughing, Karen restarts her drunken imitation of Arthur, who is still pouting on his bed. "Fear me, I love horses more than humans ! Fear me !" she shouts. 

Karen absolutely adores watching you laugh, despite being a little weirded out by this hilarious noise she just heard. It only adds some more depth to your incredible personality, and Karen loves people with very strong personalities… or drunk fools like Sean.  

She keeps imitating Arthur, causing him to leave his tent to have a drink with John and Bill. "And now I’ll head for a beer with ma’ dumb brothers !" Karen groans, leading you to laugh even louder than before. Dear lord, it feels so great to see you smile, and Miss Jones won’t make it stop just yet ! 

At some point, her legs can’t hold her anymore, causing her to sit by you. She looks at you for a moment with starry eyes, still amused by your peculiar laugh. Being drunk makes her enjoy this moment even more than what she expected, as she chuckles with you ! 

You stop laughing after some time, causing Karen, and the rest of the gang, mostly, to feel a sudden void around the hideout. Even if your laugh was peculiar and not forcibly the most elegant, Karen loved it, but she will surely shiver whenever she will hear it again !

[daydreamgoddess14]

Not a Couple (no, really!)

For day 3 of the Tedbecca Prompt Party 🥳

5 times someone mistakes Ted and Rebecca for a couple and the one time someone didn’t believe that they actually are...

Using prompts No. 29: 5 times someone mistakes Ted and Rebecca for a couple, and No. 17: Rebecca is Ted’s emergency contact.

Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton fluffy fluff.

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1.

Ted brought another round back from the bar, Rebecca still had her head down frantically scribbling down the information Beard was giving her.

“No, you’re wrong - it was Man City in 2017-18. Chelsea was the year before, it was the start of the big City dominance.”

“I’m telling you, Rebecca, it was Chelsea in 2017.”

“No it wasn’t Beard. Trust me!” Beard looked at Ted with pleading eyes.

“Ted -”

“Beard. I love you, man, but I’m gonna defer to the woman who lived in the UK at the time and who had personal involvement in soccer at the time.”

“Football.”

“Right, boss. Football.” Rebecca wrote down Man City for her remaining answers - name the Premier League champions every year from 2012-3 season to 2022-3 season. Rebecca chose not to gloat when she was proven correct. When Beard went to the bar next, Rebecca and Ted poured over the picture round, heads bowed together whispering.

“Weheeey!”

“Wanker, you did it at last!” They looked up to see Baz, Paul and Jeremy with big smiles and pints in hand.

“Whatcha talkin’ bout fellas?”

“You and the boss! Lookin’ goooood!” Baz shot Rebecca with a finger gun and a wink.

“Oh, no no, we ain’t-”

“It’s about time, innit lads?” Jeremy grinned.

“Yeah, took ya long enough!”

“Boys, you’re mistaken, we’re-”

“Ohhh! Haven’t had the chat yet?” Paul asked and turned to the others, “they haven’t had the chat yet, idiots!”

“Oh shit. Sorry, Ted.”

“Sorry Ms Welton, sorry Ted.” Jeremy and Baz both looked mildly ashamed. “But still, nice one! You wanna have the chat though before she finds someone, y’know, fitter.”

“Well thanks for that, Benjamin Bratt. But when Rebecca tells you you’re mistaken, she means we ain’t dating at all. Just friends here, like that Ryan Reynolds classic.”

“What?”

“Huhh?”

“For real? Cos… I mean, they definitely ended up together in that movie.”

“No no, I don’t think they did. Clues in the title boys.” Ted said firmly.

“They did, I’m sure they did,” Baz whipped out his phone, “I’ll google it, to find out for sure.” Rebecca rolled her eyes, amused rather than offended by their insistence. “Yep, see - definitely did. Oh! Maybe that’ll happen to you two!” Baz looked as though he’d just seen the light.

“Yeah!” Jeremy agreed.

“You’re right matey, that’s it! They just don’t even know it yet.” Paul turned back to Ted and Rebecca, “you just don’t even know it yet!”

“Great chat, boys. Think we’d better get on with the quiz.” Ted insisted, gesturing at their answer sheet.

“Oh yeah, c’mon, let’s finish our picture round. Good luck with the chat wanker! Bye Ms. Welton, lovely to see you, you’re looking very lovely this evening.” The boys disappeared just as Beard returned.

“Do I want to know what that was about?”

“You absolutely do not Coach Beard, believe me.” Rebecca laughed.

2.

"Good evening, Coach Lasso. I’m Jade. Nate has told me a lot about you.” The young woman smiled as Ted approached the front desk of A Taste of Athens.

“Only the really good stuff I hope, Carly Pope.”

“I don’t know who that is.” Jade replied dryly. Ted waved his hand,

“Well then, I guess Popular weren’t that popular over here.”

“Nathan said you’d be bringing your girlfriend this evening. Nice to meet you Ms Welton. Let me show you both to your table.”

“Oh, we’re not-”

“I’m not his-”

“We’re not together.”

“Just friends. Colleagues.”

“She’s the boss.” Ted jerked his thumb at Rebecca. Jade stared at the two of them, bemused for so long that the silence became excruciating.

“Right. Follow me.” She led them to a small candlelit table in the back of the restaurant. “Table for two people who aren’t a couple.” She gestured to the table, deadpan, “so you say.” she muttered quietly as they took their seats.

“That’s the second time in the last month that’s happened.” Ted shook his head, opening the menu.

“Hmm. Weird. They’re obviously projecting. Wine?”

“Yeah, how about that red we had last time?”

“Not sure I fancy red, I’m thinking of having the fish?”

“Oh yeah, definitely not red then. They have a Livio Felluga Pino?”

“Perfect, well spotted.” They talked happily about their current workload, the mood of the team and Beard’s latest sandwich swap contribution. Jade watched them share a starter, offer each other a taste of their mains, and swap desserts halfway through, all with a small shake of her head.

“Hey, did you want to join me and Hen at Harry Potter World when he visits in a couple of weeks? I know you’ve always wanted to go.”

“Oh Ted, I wouldn’t want to intrude-”

“Rebecca, c’mon. You wouldn’t be.”

“Only if you’re sure?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll let me get Henry a wand?”

“I’m not allowed to say no, am I?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine. But we’re buying you dinner afterwards.”

“Deal.” Rebecca agreed with a smile.

“How are the happy couple doing?” Jade asked, clearing plates. Rebecca sniggered into her glass.

“Wonderful, thank you Jade, that was beautiful.”

“Thanks Jade. I’ll need to have a word with our Nate the Great though. Calling us a couple,” he scoffed, “absurd.”

“Crazy.” Rebecca laughed.

“Hmmm.” Jade frowned, “crazy.”

3.

“Hey Michelle, Henry’s just getting changed, he’ll be out in a minute.”

“No rush, you guys having fun?”

“Oh yeah, he’s having a great time hanging out with the team. That coaching from Jamie is gonna go a long way when his team starts back in September.”

“Great news! How was Harry Potter world?”

“Pretty cool, Hen had a great time.”

“I hear you took Rebecca?”

“Did he tell you that?”

“Sent me a few pictures earlier. You look cute together, I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks. Wait, no - Michelle, we’re not dating? What makes you think that we are?”

“Are you kidding? Ted, the pictures speak for themselves, hon! And like I said, you look really, really great together.”

“Can you send me the pictures please?”

“Sure, hang on a sec-” there’s a pause on the call while Michelle forwards the photos,

“Oh.” Ted breathed softly.

“You see?”

“But we’re not dating.”

“Really? Wow. Ok. I’m sorry If I made you feel uncomfortable.” They fell into silence, Ted still looking at the images on his phone.

“You really think that’s what it looks like?” He asked quietly.

“Ted, honey, we were together a long time. I know what you look like when you’re in love.”

“Hmm.”

“You didn’t know?”

“Guess not. Must have snuck up on me.”

“Love does that sometimes. And Rebecca?”

“What about her?”

“Do you think she knows? Or loves you too?”

“Honestly Michelle, I have no idea.”

“Maybe you should speak to her.” As Ted went to respond, Henry came bounding in to speak to his mom.

“Mom! We had the most amazing day! Rebecca is so cool, she got me a wand from the giftshop and she said we can go again when it’s all decorated for Christmas and she’s going to take me to see a show at the theatre!”

“That’s so cool sweetheart, I bet you and dad will have a lot of fun.” Ted zoned out of their conversation, lost in his own thoughts.

4.

"Mr Lasso, I really need to insist that you sit down while we assess you. The nurses station is calling your emergency contact, and I'm going to arrange for some x-rays shortly."

"There's really no need, doc. I'm perfectly fine."

"He said you were annoying as fuck, he wasn't wrong."

"Sorry, who?"

"I'm Roy Kent's sister, Sara O'Sullivan. Right, says here your emergency contact is Rebecca Welton. We'll get her here as soon as possible and check over your results." Ted grumbled under his breath, "what happened?"

"We called off training because of the weather, it was too wet and slippery. I figured I'd meet Rebecca at a shareholder meeting, but I got taken out by a Deliveroo rider."

"Some of those riders need a new fucking career. And he really did a number on you, the ambulance was called because you were unconscious so I have to make sure you still have all your fucking facilties."

"Wow, you're definitely Royo's sister."

"I get that a lot." Ted smiled and acquiesced, holding up his hands in defeat.

"Alright, alright doc, you got me. I will await further instructions like a good patient."

"Where is he, I need to know right now - where is Theodore Lasso? Which room? Through here?" Rebecca Welton at a reception desk with zero information is a force to be reckoned with, Sara O'Sullivan had decided. She heard the commotion from three wards away.

"Ms Welton? Dr. O'Sullivan - Roy's sister?"

"Sara? It's so good to see you again. Thank god you're here, no one will tell me where Ted is, or what's going on? Was it a car? He never looks the right bloody way. I'll kill him myself if the car didn't succeed."

"He's fine, really. A bit of a bump on the head, but he's fine. I had no idea you were a couple - Roy always tells me the boring stuff like who took a knock in training - like I'm professionally bound to give a shit. I never get the good, juicy details like who Isaac is dating, or you!"

"But we're not dating?"

"He has you listed as his emergency contact?"

"I'm sure friends have friends listed all the time."

"Less often than you might think, actually. Unless you've known them like, the majority of your life, or you're family."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Ted's absolutely fine. Exactly as Roy described him so I take that as a good sign."

"Oh thank god. Could you imagine me having to break the news to his mother?"

"I'll take you through to him, no need to be alarming any mothers." Dr O'Sullivan led Rebecca through the corridors and into a monitoring ward where Ted sat up in bed doodling in his notebook.

"Boss! I'm sorry, I told 'em there was no need to bother you but the good doctor here is as stubborn as her brother."

"Absolute nonsense, Ted! You're bloody lucky Sara was working today," she bustled around him, openly looking him over for visible wounds.

"I'll leave you two to it while I just chase up the last of Ted's results." Sara gave Rebecca a knowing nod and left them to it.

"I really am sorry, Rebecca, I tried to tell them not to call you -"

"Ted, why the fuck am I your emergency contact?" She watched him intently. He had no answer for her. "That is like… wife level shit, Ted! I don't understand why you're in a foreign country, and your emergency contact is not the man you've known since you were kids? What if something serious had happened? What if you'd been really hurt and I didn't have the right information?"

"You know my blood type?"

"O negative."

"That ain't one of the common ones. But you know that it's mine. Distinguishable scars?"

"On your right knee and elbow."

"From?"

"Quad bike accident when you were 19."

"You know more about me than either you think you do, or you care to admit. I put you as my emergency contact, Rebecca, because you're my emergency everything." In the doorway, Dr O'Sullivan cleared her throat,

"Ted? Got all your results back clear. Everything is fine, no damage caused by the bike courier."

"A fucking bike courier, Ted?!" Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Great, doc. So I can go?"

"You can. Watch out for headaches for the next few days, but other than that, you're free to go." She handed him the signed paperwork for discharge, "Lovely to see you again Ms Welton. Take care."

"Thanks Sara, see you soon." Rebecca picked up her bag and coat, "Ted, car's outside."

They sat in silence back to Richmond.

5.

"Rebecca, darling! How lovely to see you!" Rebecca grimaced, her wine halfway to her mouth,

"Tish. Hi."

"How have you been? It's been so long since you went marching out of my house all red faced and cross with me!" Rebecca bit her tongue so hard she thought it might bleed.

"Well you were pedalling that bullshit, Tish. I'm not quite sure what you expected me to say or do?" Rebecca was about to go in again, but was saved by the affable American walking towards her.

"Hey, Becca, your mum said she needs you."

"Thanks Ted."

"Well bullshit or not dear, it looks like it all worked out in the end? What a delightful couple you are!"

"For godsake, why on earth do we keep getting this? Tish, Ted and I are not a couple."

"What on earth do you mean you’re not? Of course you are! The signs are all there - weren’t you listening to me Rebecca, dear?" The elder woman was off, "Of course you weren’t, you were too busy being dismissive of me. If you’d have heard me out then you would have known!"

"The bloody signs? Upside down and drenched? Thunder and lightning? What the fuck was all that supposed to mean?"

"The signs are never crystal clear, Rebecca darling."

"Stop calling me darling, and stop going on about stupid signs that than be manipulated so that even a child can misinterpret them! You were not clear, the signs were not there and I fully maintain that you are a fucking fraud." The woman's eyes widened as Rebecca grew more venomous.

"I… I.. I'll leave you to it."

"You do that, Tish. And if you come near me again with anymore of your bullshit you will fucking regret it." Tish fumbled her way away from Rebecca,

"Hey now, what was all that about?" Ted asked, his voice laced with concern.

"My mother needs me, does she not?"

"Yeah, yeah she does. I tell you what, you sort out Debs, and I'll be waiting here with more wine and you can tell me all about poor Tish."

"There's no such thing as poor Tish, Ted." Rebecca rolled her eyes but did as Ted asked.

By the time her mother's garden party was winding down, Rebecca was certain Ted would have gone home. He'd been long abandoned after all. Instead, as she entered the conservatory, she saw him sitting and talking with the somewhat unusual combination of Tish and the local vicar.

"I'm just leaving dear, no need to snap my head off again." Tish sighed, collecting her bag.

"I need to be off as well," the vicar smiled, "may I see you out, Tish?" They both said their goodbyes and left Rebecca and Ted alone. He handed her a large glass of wine.

"Spill, Faith Hill." Her anger dissipated, Rebecca sat down heavily.

"It's nothing, Ted. Just a wild misunderstanding between a skeptic and a fraudulent psychic."

"Well that's the best kind, please go on." She settled back in the chair alongside him,

"If you insist. I went to see Tish months ago, at my mother's insistence. The reading was… not successful. She made all sorts of ridiculous claims that have not and will not come true. It was a shambles, and I felt humiliated."

"What were the claims?"

"Umm, the first one was about a green matchbook. Which, at first, I took to mean the one from Sam's restaurant." She looked a little ashamed.

"You mean, this one?" Ted pulled it from his pocket, Rebecca stared,

"Yes," she whispered.

"And the next?"

"She said something about a shite in nining armour. Which didn't even make sense, and then I saw John Wingsnight and he used that extract phrase… but otherwise, total horseshit."

"You gotta look at these things a little differently, Becca. It's probably not literal or as clear cut - John used the phrase but he's in the past, Sam gave you the matchbook but he's in your past. Has anyone you know used the phrase correctly when talking to you?" Rebecca wracked her mind,

"Only you," she laughed a little, reminded of the darts game in the pub.

"What else?"

"Thunder and lightning and me."

"Mean anything?"

"Roy told me once that I shouldn't settle for fine, falling in love should feel like being struck by lightning."

"Wise man. Was there anything else?"

"That I would be upside-down and drenched, but safe."

"Well that one's easy, right? Amsterdam and your boat fella?"

"I suppose… but nothing happened?"

"And maybe that's the point? The things you have linked so far, you've linked to exes. Maybe that's the link, these are where you've come from, lightning is where they're leading to?" Rebecca took a long drink of wine and turned to Ted, incredulous.

"Ted, that's insane."

"Is it though? What else links all of those things?" She looked at him intently, her eyes drawn to where their hands were almost touching on the sofa cushions next to her, "go on." He urged.

"You?" She muttered, confused. He bit back a wide grin,

"I have a matchbox like you. I told you I was white knighting. I was with you in Amsterdam, trying to reach you - trying to reach out to you." He explained. "You saw the messages, in the end?" She nodded. "Becca, I know you're sick of everyone assuming that we're a couple. I don't know about you, but all it does is make me wonder why we're not. I'd very much like to kiss you?" She'd already moved closer to him, instinctively and turned to face him.

"Yes, Ted." She breathed, letting him cup her cheek and kiss her softly. She let out a little sigh and he fought the urge to chuckle at her realisation. He broke the kiss first, leaving her still leaning into him. Her eyes grew wide,

"What's up?"

"Lightning."

"Well I'm glad you think so, boss." She beamed at him and reached out to pull him into another kiss. As they sat with their drinks and their thoughts, the sounds from Deborah's garden party reaching the conservatory, she turned to Ted again.

"Feels like I might owe Tish an apology," she murmured. "There was one more prediction though."

"Hmm?" Ted queried, his hand running through her hair as she leaned back into his shoulder.

"She said I'd be a mother. But I can't, I even went to the damn doctor to check." He kissed her temple,

"There're a lot more ways to become a mother honey, did'ya ever think of that?" The tiny gasp let him know that she certainly hadn't.

6.

"Have you got a plus one for the engagement party babes?" Keeley asked from the sofa, sparkly pen in hand.

"Yes please, love. If that's OK. Although, actually it won't make a difference to your numbers."

"You've lost me?"

"Ted will be my plus one."

"Oh that's cute, at least neither of you will be alone." Rebecca frowned, putting down her own notebook.

"Keeley, he's my plus one because he's my plus one?"

"Oh babe, I know. I know. You shouldn't feel like you're doing each other a favour. It's a lovely thing to do for a friend, really."

"You're not understanding me, Ted and I are together?" Keeley stared at her for what felt like an eternity, before breaking out into peals of laughter.

"Oh my god!" She giggled, deliriously, "That's the fucking funniest thing I've ever heard!" Rebecca sat back in her chair and let Keeley laugh and laugh.

"It's true."

"Nahhhh come on? You’ve both been denying it up and down Richmond for ages. We get it, we’ll stop teasing you about it, now you stop bullshitting me."

"I'm not bullshitting you, I promise."

"Yeah, OK babe. Whatevs." Keeley giggled again, waving Rebecca’s comments off. Rebecca rolled her eyes and smiled, leaving her best friend to her ignorance.

"Keeley doesn't believe we're together." She laughed as Ted sat on the bed watching her get ready for the party.

"Aww, poor girl has been burned before." He grinned, watching Rebecca pick out an underwear set.

"I know, but considering how long she's been angling for this-" She'd moved to stand in front of Ted as she spoke and he reached up to undo her towel and let it fall to the floor,

"This? This is what she's been angling for?" He asked, his voice low. Rebecca laughed softly,

"Yes, I think given half a chance this is exactly what Keeley Jones would like."

"She's a woman of exceptional taste." He murmured, looking her over as if he hadn't spent recent weeks learning every inch of her body.

They were predictably late to the party.

"Where have you two been?!"

"Sorry darling, got caught up. You look gorgeous."

"Aww thanks babe, you too. Wow, you look like you've been royally railed though!" Keeley beamed, hugging them both. As she pulled away, she saw the eyebrow wiggle Ted gave Rebecca and froze. "No!"

"I did tell you."

"No!"

"Hate to ruin your chances, Keels." Ted grinned apologetically.

"Who said anything about that?" Rebecca teased, "If I were to ever dip into the lady pool, it would definitely be with Keeley." Keeley watched the conversion back and forth in shock.

"Are you two for real right now?"

"Sure are, Pablo Escobar"

"Really?"

"Really really." The squeal echoed through the venue.

"Oh my godddddd! Roy, Roy babe over here! Ted and Rebecca are together. Like, together together!"

"Fucksake, I just lost 50 quid to Beard."

"I've lost 40 to Bumbercatch."

"100 to Tartt."

"50 to Will."

"I lost to Will too."

"And me."

"And me!"

"I just lost 250 to Higgins." Will grumbled, handing over his accumulated cash.

FIN

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@destielmonth

Day 20: Humanity/Human Kindness

During their routine morning jog together, Cas and Dean always take a five minute break on their favorite bench for a small breather. As Cas sits down, Dean loves to do little stretches in front of Cas.

“Such a tease, Dean.”

“Don’t know whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, I’m just stretching.”

“Bent over in those shorts makes me want you all the time.”

Dean looks over his shoulder and winks, “I know.”

“Tease.”

After looking at Dean’s backside, Cas gets distracted by a whimper. Noticing it’s coming from behind him, Cas looks behind him but sees nothing. Turning around, he reaches out to spank Dean’s ass when he hears it again. Confused, Cas gets up and heads towards the bushes behind the bench.

“Cas?"

“Shh.”

“Hey, uh-uh, nobody shushes me.”

“Dean, shut up. I hear something.”

“Get the salt!”

“Dean, that only works on shows, now shush.”

Tip-toeing over, the whimper increases as Cas digs through the brush. He gasps when he sees a little bundle of fur curled up. 

“Dean. I think it’s a cat.”

Dean peers over his shoulder to get a better look, “No. It’s a dog.”

Moving past Cas, Dean gently nudges it with his finger as the little thing cowards into itself more.

“Dean. We can’t just leave it here.”

Dean carefully pets the fur until the dog’s head turns around. Shaking with fear, the little pup lets out a loud and slow whimper.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, let us help you,” Dean picks up the dog, patting its head. Cas notices the blue collar around its neck.

“Dean, his name is Stevie. If found, call this number. Dean, we need to call it.”

“Or, or…we could keep him.”

“Dean. Someone could be missing this dog. Call the number.”

Taking the collar in his hand, Dean sighs, “Listen, the poor thing was left here probably on purpose. A collar doesn’t mean shit. Some people just don’t care about animals.”

As Dean cradles the dog tighter to his chest, Cas sighs as they make their way home. On the way back, they spot a young red haired woman stapling a paper to a utility pole with tears in her eyes. As she basically runs away to staple another flyer to the other pole across the street, Cas goes up to the pole to look at it. He sees the same dog Dean is carrying; same name, same phone number, and a reward with dollar signs.

“Dean, that’s her. That’s the owner.”

Letting out a small groan, Dean lifts the dog a little higher to see the resemblance. It’s definitely the dog; they look at the owner frantically stapling the pole.

Jogging across the street, Cas gets to her first. Tapping her shoulder, Cas tells her, “Excuse me? I think we found your dog.”

“Really?! Please tell me you really did. She needs her medication and she’s been missing for two days.”

Looking behind him, he sees Dean walking towards them with the little dog still clutched to his chest.

The stranger gasps as the dog turns towards her, “Stevie?! Oh my God, I thought I lost you, boy!”

With tears in her eyes, she takes the dog’s face in her hands as she kisses him on the top of his head. 

“Thank you, thank you so much, gentlemen. Um, my flyer says there is a reward. Umm, I have twenty dollars on me but I could get more.”

Dean hands over the little dog to its rightful owner as he smiles at her, “No need, ma’am.”

Kissing the dog, she smiles up at Dean, “My name’s Charlie. I never like ‘ma’am’.”

“Well, I’m Dean and this is my husband Cas.”

“I still feel like I should give you two something. If it wasn’t for you, I would still be going crazy.”

“So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

Charlie looks at Dean wide-eyed and they both shout in unison, “Willy Wonka!”

Cas stares confused at the two, “I don’t understand that reference.”

“He doesn’t get most stuff.”

She gives them both another thank you as she leaves.

Dean sighs as he watches her go.

“What’s wrong?” Cas asks Dean.

Before she turns the corner, Charlie shouts and waves, “Dean, Cas, call me sometime! Don’t be a stranger!”

Dean smirks as he sees her fully turn the corner, “I’m already missing that damn dog.”

Taking the flyer off the poster, Cas tears off the phone number, “Let’s set up a play date.”

[twothpaste]

fick chunk about fuel's not-so-secret project at the new pork ruins, which somehow doubles as a whole-ass character study. (featuring bronson, nana, claus, lucas, and abelle my oc abelle.)

Speakin' of daylight: the noontime shine renders fire far less fearsome.

It flickers from the wick of a tiny index finger. Scarlet diamonds, scarcely greater than a candle's glimmer. How it kisses the ocean. That white-blue horizon line. There's a quaint horror, at the heart of the matter. Knowing even embers like these would - given the chance - reduce houses to ashes. And a quainter comfort, still. Knowing she'd never dare let 'em.

If you ask him 'bout phobias, Fuel ain't got none. Try talkin' to him 'bout "Pee-Tee-Ess-Dee," and he'll kindly decline, arms crossed. "Nah. Nope. N' hell naw, while I'm at it. But thank ya very much, Lucas." That kinda talk's for the twins. N' their forefathers. N' former Pigmasks, maybe some of 'em. His matchstick jitters're just a reflex. His muscles pulled stiff, at the scent of somethin' burning - well, that's 'cause it's a heck of a stinkin' smell. When he wakes up coughing, choking, on smoke that ain't there, it's that sleep apnea shit he's got. Nana diagnosed it. Y'can call her a madwoman, n' he does too, when he's joshin' around. But don't get it backwards. She knows what she's talkin' about.

Likewise, Abelle doesn't mention what's irking her. That she'd definitely be able to muster more than a goshdarn candle. Maybe an antique gas stove. Or a fireplace lighter. If only she'd gotten more than three hours of sleep. It casts a vague orange, ruffling up against the work station's tarped shade. Miscellaneous metal parts reflect only the teeniest glimmers. A wrench here. A dubious hunk of titanium there.

"So. Y'light it with yer mind? Just like that, huh…?" Even after all this time, truth be told, Fuel can still scarcely wrap his head around it.

"Sure do!" Abelle chimes. Before dousing her pride, so as not to be impolite. As the flame wavers, her brow furrows. "It doesn't exactly come natural, though. Gotta focus real hard on it. Helps to think of somethin' warm. I'm thinkin' of s'mores, right now."

"S'mores, huh? Makes sense, I guess. Y'ain't scared of it, or nothin'?"

"Me? Hehe! Naw, I'm never scared!"

"Well, shit! Beg yer pardon!" Fuel leans back, hands raised, donning an amused grin. Has a bite of his peanut butter sandwich, while he's at it. N' mutters the rest with a fist coverin' his mouthful. "I'm only askin' 'cause, ah.. Lucas used to say this psychic stuff was an awful sorta scary. Back when he first started doin' it, I mean."

"Oh, he's told me so, too. It's kinda funny, ain't it? Everyone always says he used to be so skittish. I can't hardly picture it." Abelle's got strawberry jam on hers. N' banana slices, too. She snuffs out the flare, just long enough for a meager nibble.

"Heh. That's fair. Sometimes I can't, neither." Beyond the makeshift awning, out there in the blue, silhouettes mill about the boats. Settin' up chemical filtering equipment, they'd said? Somethin' or other. If he squints, Fuel reckons he can make out Lucas' red-n'-yella plaid. Leading the pack, no doubt. "What if it goes outta control? If the fire gets bigger than y'bargained for, or whatever? That, uh… That ever happen?"

"Mm-mm," Abelle answers. Shakin' her head. "Not really. Not with PK Fire. Sometimes my Shields're too big, if y'can believe it. N' sometimes I start hearin' what other folks're thinkin', n' it's like..? Like I can't turn it off. But, if I'm bein' honest…" Her gaze dips downward, back into the shadows. Scrutinizes the pitiful candle wick, held low in her lap. "M'no good at Psycho-Kinesis. Offensive PSI, Kumatora calls it. The stuff y'can fight with."

"That ain't so bad, is it? Not much to fight about, these days."

"That's what Kumatora n' Lucas're always sayin'. But gosh, have ya seen them spar? They're incredible! N' Claus, too! PK Love, n' Ground, n' Starstorm… It's amazin'. The stuff they can do."

The way the kid's eyes brim with starshine, Fuel can totally imagine her watchin' the Cerulean Beach lightshow. Cheerin' from the sidelines, as Claus and Kumatora hurl fireballs at each other. Makin' the whole goddamn planet Earth shake, like it ain't done since armageddon. Or when Lucas' gaze takes on that otherworldly glow N' shit starts floatin' all around him. Like the very laws of nature were made to be broken, far as he's concerned. Somethin' so gentle n' mild - transfigured into somethin' downright cataclysmic.

Yeah, Fuel's seen 'em spar, alright. It scares the piss outta him.

"But me? I've got none o' that. Too weak for it, I guess." Abelle pinches her fingers together, quashing the flame like a bug. Takes a deep breath. Exhales it all, in one quick burst. "Shoot. Sorry. Didn't mean to go off on a tirade. I prob'ly sound real ungrateful. N' envious, besides."

"Naw, I, ah… I reckon I get where yer comin' from." Fuel shifts his weight, atop the supply crate he's sittin' on. Nurses a half-flat can of Sierra Mist. To clear his throat of that smoggy, cloggy sensation. "Y'just wanna be capable. Protect the folks y'care about. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Be a part of somethin' bigger."

"Yeah…"

"Nothin' wrong with wantin' that." Aluminum crinkles, frail, in his sturdy grasp. "Nothin' wrong at all."

His sandwich disappears down his gullet, during the brief quiet that ensues. Hers remains a work-in-progress. Restless, at seventeen and three months, even lunch breaks are a kind of labor. She shuffles her boots over strewn wires.

"Thank ya, Fuel," Abelle tells him. N' he perks up, and shrugs. Like he's surprised to hear it.

"Me? Naw, thank you. 'Preciate ya showin' me Pee-Kay Fire, at least. Made me feel a little braver. Fer what it's worth."

"Hehe. Aw, jeez. You're welcome, then."

It ain't pyrophobia. She'll take his word for it. But even little miss sunshine can tell there's somethin' he's tryin' to overcome. No matter how quickly he changes lanes.

"Say, y'don't got Thunder? By any chance?"

"Nope. Only Fire. Why?"

"Aw, no reason. Jus' curious."

"Well. I've got a curious question, too, if y'don't mind it. What's all this you're workin' on, in here?"

"Mm?" Fuel's gaze jolts to meet hers, if only for a split second. Dirty fingernails sift along the crate's lid. One foot kicks a heavy-duty screwdriver away, into the lamp-cast shadows. His teeth form a simper. "'Fraid that's a bit of a secret, lil' miss."

The kid's tired eyes turn suddenly sharp. Glancin' past him, at a dimly-lit swath of buttons and dials. Then directly at him. Snagged in a potent stare. Fuel hesitates before speakin' up. Still wearing that dumb grin on his face.

"Wait. Hah. Y'ain't tryin' to read my mind, are ya?"

Abelle stares harder. Takes a deep breath, leaning ever so slightly towards him. Then closes her eyes. As if embroiled in a deep, scrying focus. A chuckle cracks its way through Fuel's constitution. He shakes his head. Clambers to his feet.

"Okay, alright. I'll show ya. But, ah…" One index finger rises, as he drops to a near-whisper. "You'll keep it on the down-low, won'tcha?"

Abelle peeks one eye open. And smiles like a Keebler elf.

"Cross my heart, hope to die!"

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Yellow paint peels to reveal steel plating. Which, in turn, gives way to scarlet rust. Layin' there in a dilapidated heap, rot notwithstanding, the central console alone prob'ly weighs as much as Abelle herself. Its glass cranium's a lost cause. Shattered n' displaced ages ago. Stiff rods stickin' out the circular chasm up top. Fuel managed to scavenge one lower left limb, mostly intact, from its would-be resting place. The others are a work-in-progress. They litter the workshop, alongside other unfinished Frankensteins. Pull on a pair of inch-thick gloves. A heavy helmet, with a darkened slit for a view. Smothered an apron, like a weighted blanket. She'd tell him he looks silly, if she didn't know better. Absolute spaceman.

He can't tame a bonfire. He can tame a welder. Got a safety checklist in his head. A spark-proof suit of armor. And a forge built of impenetrable battlements.

When Porky took Fuel, he had him puttin' in child labor hours at the goddamn bakery. Workin' dough for desperate dough. Burnin' bread like nobody's business. Absolute wonder he didn't get f-f-f-fired! As merciful a manager as Sweet Caroline was, the role suited her like a square peg to a round hole. N' Fuel, likewise, was a sorry excuse for a baker. Kneading putty, coughin' up flour and oven smog, apron tied too twisty-tight 'round his tree-trunk waist. Like his father before him, the young craftsman's calloused hands have always preferred sturdier fare. If y'ask Fuel, the hop-skip-n'-a-jump from lumber to iron ain't so much of a leap, after all.

Mecha Lions n' Boa Transistors are his bread n' butter out here. Should a stray Rhinocerocket come barrelling through the walkway, on account of a busted fin, Fuel's your guy. He'll whip up a replacement in no time flat. N' never mind the occasional dent that may mar his best bud's steely shins. Chimera repairs're a noble duty, far as he's concerned. One he's proud to uphold.

Robots, though? Most folks hardly consider 'em casualties. If they consider 'em at all.

An uncommon sight - most have long since ceased functioning. Uttered their last garbled beeps, and melded into the wreckage upon which they stand. A slim handful were reprogrammed n' repurposed, back during the first salvage missions. The rest were left to their tombs. Haunted the Harbor for about a decade, crawlin' around the place in various states of zombified dysfunction. You can picture a teenaged Fuel's cringing horror, as a shambling Octobot claimed his leg in a tendril's grasp. Yanked him straight down with a vengeance nastier than any sinkhole. Claus came to his rescue, this time. Made quick work of it. Crowbar's clash. Psionic flash. An ugly scowl marks the spot in his memory.

Y'can picture, too, how that same teenaged Fuel looked down upon the un-creature. One half titanium, one half bronze, sundered roughly down the middle. Circuit-tronics n' whatsits, blasted every which way. Not-brains spilling from its not-head. Its veneer, crisply obliterated, looked not unlike a welding mask. Come to think of it.

Each had a directive, once upon a time. Monitor the perimeter. Exterminate intruders. Serve King Burgers. Whatever. None have the chops for any task, anymore. Too feeble, ineffectual, expendable. Too little, too late. Wrong place n' time. To say robots "want" for anything would be a stretch. But the premise of "purpose" gets Fuel a wee bit misty-eyed.

Sure, it's a silly sentiment. He knows it. "Laugh it up, if ya like," he says. Becomes apparent to Abelle, real quick, that it ain't an illicit sorta secret, but a self-conscious one. Some folks have a righteous penchant for amends. He's got a feckless tendency toward unsung causes.

"Naw, I think it's mighty kind of ya," she replies. Naturally. Abelle's the girl who calls old cars "she," n' pats her PC's tower when it ain't loadin', n' prescribes human feelings to vintage stereos. That said, she'd be lyin' if she claimed her intrigue isn't primarily techno-historical. Eyein' the robot with an eagerness to match his mercy. "What about the wiring? N' the hardware repairs? I know just a lil' bit, myself. Might could help ya fix the processin' unit, if it's still got one."

"That so, Barbie? I'll take ya up on it, if y'mean it. Got Sheep helpin' me with some o' the electronics. Was thinkin' of askin' Claus, but they.. ah…"

They were there, last week, when Fuel pried the leg from the bog. Their spine's no good for heaving, these days. Helped him pull it loose, nevertheless. A mere index finger beckoned a telekinetic tug. N' they'd been all laughs, n' Lifeup, n' pats on the back, after Kerosene was sent tumblin' backwards. The foundry's mechanical menagerie had them whistlin' a different tune, though. Quiet steps, Lucas-esque. Deer in a taxidermy shop. Low glower, set upon Fuel's Lego brick pity projects.

"I don't see what's gotcha so touchy, all of a sudden. Ain't that different from Mecha Lions n' Boa Transistors, is it?"

Claus didn't answer him with the same old scowl. Not quite. Fury is a mask they outgrew ages ago.

Nana told him not to sweat it, over dinner. "Environment's got a profound effect on an animal's nerves. His words, not mine. He won't say so, but I think the Harbor has him a bit on edge. I wouldn't take it personally, if I were you."

"Me? Take shit personally? Hahah. I would never! Jeez, Nana, it's like ya don't even know me."

Fuel's the only one who can get her to roll her eyes with a smile. He loves it when she does that.

… Anyways.

He tells Abelle she ought not mention it to Claus. No sooner than she nods her noggin, Bronson barges in. Here to check up on his apprentice's handiwork, apparently. A wayward elbow knocks that can of Sierra Mist from its cabinet-top perch. "Oh, shoot. I didn't…" The master smith gawks down at his blunder. Only to find the can halfway crushed. And thankfully empty. Not a drop of spillage. He hunches over - pop in his knees - and picks it up. There's a remarkable grace to his hammy fingers. And a klutziness to his cough. ".. Ehm. Sorry." Fuel chuckles. No harm, no foul.

"Gosh, how many folks're in on this, anyways?" Abelle inquires. "Doesn't seem like much of a secret to me."

"The hell do ya mean? It's jus' Bronson, n' Sheep, n' Claus," muffles Fuel, through his helmet. "N' Nana, o' course. N' you. Now. I guess. So, uh. Practically nobody."

The robot's shiny new right leg is immaculate, by the way. Accordin' to Bronson's utmost scrutiny. A nigh mirror image of its leftward double. "I'm tellin' ya, Barlmoro, you've got this down to a science! Dunno what the heck y'need me for, anymore. I'll give ya a hand with the installation, though. Only since ya asked real nice."

"Why thank ya, boss," says Fuel. Who didn't ask at all.

But disaster strikes the master, when he hunkers on down. A sharp pain in his lumbar is swift to knock him right outta commission. Abelle ends up nursin' his woes with Lifeup, while Bronson nurses a root beer. She lends Fuel her lackluster telekinesis, in his stead. An invisible force - only a little shaky - helps him attach both legs, safe and secure, to the central console.

"… This look even to you, boss?" Fuel tosses back. Like a consolation.

Bronson holds up a measuring level, from his seat on the sidelines. Closes one eye. Squints. N' forces a wincing grin.

"Right on, kid."

Couple mornings later, Lucas swings by, in that awfully quiet way he's wont to. Nearly spooks Fuel right outta his skin, when he gets a knock on the wooden entryway frame. He tosses a frantic tarp over the automaton's arms. Raises his soda can, to meet Lucas' coffee jar.

"Ain'tcha doin' chimera transit today? Whatcha need little ol' me for?"

"We're gettin' started now. Thought I'd drop by, while uh. While most folks're preoccupied."

Lucas can't read minds. Besides Claus', at least. Kumatora's, maybe a little. But no one else. He's assured Fuel of it, 'bout ten or eleven times. Still, he finds his stomach sinkin' a little. The way his childhood pal looks right through him.

"Claus mentioned y'were repairin' robots. Told me not to tell anybody. Then, ah… Then Abelle said so, too. Ain't sure if it's still s'posed to be a secret or not."

Right. Of course.

"Heh, well, shit! Y'got me! I know, I know, y'don't gotta tell me, it's real stupid. They ain't livin' things. Don't even got feelin's, n' here I am feelin' sorry for 'em. We oughtta be usin' their parts for scrap, n' chimera repairs, n.. n' if ya need me to, Lucas, I'll stop n' do that instead, honest to god. Didn't mean to be all sketchy about it, I jus'..? Mm?"

Ain't like Lucas to interrupt. He raises his hand, instead. With a real pitiful blast of his overcast sky eyes.

"Err. Sorry. Go ahead," says Fuel.

"Don't worry 'bout it. S'alright. I just wanted to offer, um.. I mean. I can't work metal, or electronics, or do none o' that programmin' stuff. But. If y'ever need a jolt? Y'know, like, to jump-start somethin'?"

Lucas flashes him a thumbs-up. A teeny spark of PK Thunder dances from his fingertip.

"Lemme know. Anytime."

He watches, over a meek sip of coffee. While Fuel's pensive panic melts away like marshmallow goop.

"Ha.. haha! Phew, fuck, man! Thank ya, Lucas!! I mean it. Thank ya...!"

[astronomodome]

hiya!! same anon that asked bout the garages earlier an ik it’s been a bit but i wanna say thanks and stuff for the recs and just talkin about blaseball in general, this is the first time i’ve sat down listened to music a nd it made me smile :) i heard mike townsend is a disappointment once and immediately decided he’s my fav i know nothin bout em but i love him so he’s like mr  jimmy solidarity for me (i have a blorbo type) anyways this was kinda long oops but i’ve had so much fun exploring the garages my brains gone microwave mode 

Awwww thanks for following up about it :) I’m really glad you like the music!

[toothworxx]

HIIII too shy to go off anon but i'm curious about 2, 9, and 5 from the system ask game :) also i don't know much about systems and i only followed you recently, do i addess you (all) in the singular or plural? btw you're (all) very funny i love seeing you (all) on my dash

HIIIII issok ya dont gotsta come awff anon er nuthin!! i juss love talkin ta people im a yapper ta my core fer tha ask game: 2. is there any in-sys dating, and if so, what's the funniest couple? A: since we, unfortunately, have over 1,000 members. a lot of us have ended up havin really good relationships with each other!! so a lot of us do date in-system, but we have a few partners some of us are with too! (we are polyamorous. and theyre all aware of our system, etc) - tha funniest couple is probably Fukami and Zero_One because its quite literally an octopus man and his symbiotic parasitic computer binary agender robot who sings songs for those who cant stand up for themselves- they have two children, a human girl and a shark-octopus hybrid girl

9. what are people's thoughts on fanart? A: WE LOVE FANART OF OURSELVESSSSSS we wanna start commissioning people ta draw our faceclaims actually cause a lotta us look ever so slightly different frum source, me included!! (ill share my faceclaim edits if ya want though!!)

5. are there any grudges from in-source between people? A: we tryyyyy nawt ta hold source grudges because- we do understand that not everyone is gunna be their exact source- people change an are different etc, but some of us (*cough cough* azz *cough cough*) are SOOO BAD about source grudges- that boy HATES ME- but we mostly hold them against each other instead of like sourcemates we meet online per se?? if a stranger is someone we hated in source were in full understandin they are nawt the EXACT version of that person we hated and can accept that- but fer sum reason when they show up in our brain thats harder ta accept sometimes... i dont have beef with anyone in particular though beyond my other half (i call him that but hes just kinna another me that formed alongside me in a subsystem) kiriwo- HOWEVER i have a feelin most tha system doesnt like me despite me bein one a our hosts?? then again i dont think most people in general really like me awll that much so that could juss be in my head

also donworry bout knowin all bout system stuffs, we aint one ta judge er nuthin an we actually love answerin questions bout what goes awnn in our heads!! uhhh i mean tha bodys name is Ashe Anastasia, but our system name is the Sailor System, so if ya want ya can jus say stuffs like "you guys" or "sailors" - if ya wanna speak ta ME DIRECTLY though then juss ask fer kirio!! or if ya wants ta speak ta anyone in particular, ya can ask fer em by name and well have em answer uhhh whenever theyre available-! im frontstuck rinnow though so all ya gots fer tha moment is meeeee- but we aint too picky bout how ya address us (at least ion think we are??) ALSO OMG THANK YA!! bein funny is my lifeblood (that an music i LIVE awff tha stuff) but that does mean a lawt- ya seem pretty darn cool yerself frum what i can tell!

[caitvi1room]

ICE CREAM PROBLEMS

CHAPTER 3

tw | there is some self harm mentioned and done in this chapter so please take that and be reminded of it ! thank you!

It has been almost a month since Vi's huge panic attack at school, and a month and a Half of being at Haven. Vi hasn't talked about it since, Caitlyn keeps on trying to get a peep out of her or maybe just her to talk about her feelings when Vi comes over to Caitlyn's house, but still nothing. So caitlyn had a genius and kinda a idiotic idea, but it involved convincing and ice cream at the kiramman owned ice cream shop in piltover. It was now first period, they were sitting in math class in their normal spots while mrs.Greenbell was doing a lecture about multiplication or something like that.

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Caitlyn wasn't focused at all she was more focused on vi, and how she's feeling since the damn Zuanite wouldn't share her feelings. What she would do is go back down to the UnderCity and take her anger out on a person or a punching bag or sometimes she would break down when she was alone which was not healthy at all. So Caitlyn couldn't take it no more so she passed Vi a note. "Hi Vi can we talk?" caitlyn's note read

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"it depends cupcake what are we talkin' bout?" vi's note read that she had passed back to Cait. 

"how about we talk after school? like you know at the ice cream shop!" Caitlyn's note read, it wasn't quite a "date" invitation but it kinda was at the same time caitlyn didn't know.

"uhh.. What time cupcake"  is she asking me on a date? no Vi don't get ahead of yourself she's straight and definitely doesn't like you.

"just meet me after school! ill tell you , xoxo" Caitlyn's last note read.

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xoxo? Is she really trying to flirt or is she just being nice, nah Vi she's just being silly ignore it, it means nothing.

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after a long 6 hours of caitlyn not being able to focus because she was focused on vi the girl who she was friends with well.. not supposed to be, But she worried about her maybe a little too much, because we're best friends right? because I'm totally straight, I like men! I can't like vi because i'll disappoint my mom and lose all my friends, so I'm straight yes totally straight I can't be gay I- "Cait? you good you're uh kinda zoned out right now" vi says scratching the back of her neck as they were stood by the door, caitlyn was pushed out of all of her thoughts as she looked up at vi , she was standing next to her , oh my gosh she was wearing that outfit again. caitlyn always thought vi was so gorgeous and she loved the way she could express herself , something caitlyn couldn't do for now. Or maybe ever , even if she did get away from all the attention - and the big family , would she ever feel comfortable In her own body , or of her sexuality ? who knows.

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they went on a long walk to the piltovers ice cream shop , it was a big shop with fancy details on the ceiling that vi was in a trance with , it was much different than any zuan ice cream shop , well they had jerico's which was the place they got most of their food and that place was .. run down to say the least.  this building had tan - gold covered walls with some paintings on the wall and many pieties were sitting around , groups 4 of 4, friends , girls and boys, other people. It was amazing to say the least.

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"So what are you gettin vi , or are you just gonna stare and be a creep?" Caitlyn let out a slightly giggle at her own words , showing her pretty little tooth gap that vi loved , ever since she had first saw Caitlyn it might've been her favorite part of her. The first thing she noticed about Caitlyn.

"umm , Coffee flavor I've grown to like coffee flavor stuff" vi was chuckling , literally chuckling. "What the hell? coffee are you serious?" DISGUSTING! Caitlyn hates coffee , not just because she's British, it has a bitter taste. "Then tell me what your getting cupcake" cupcake? really vi , mature. ".. i'm going to get superman ice cream I think" Caitlyn's words actually came out serious , she was going to get SUPERMAN ice cream out of everything? "superman? that nasty shit my little sister powder gets? I thought you grow out of that phase when you're like 11."

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"OFFENSIVE!" The english accent was almost too much , but caitlyn said it sarcastically of course she didn't mean it , it was playful banter - was this flirting? NO caitlyn kiramman don't be silly. "It's not offensive, Cait. it's literally knowledge, that shits nasty." Vi grabbed her ice cream from the man as she went and sat down at a table, the corner was slightly secluded , for privacy of course. "You gonna sit down bluey or am i gonna have to use my great muscle strength and pull you down?" Vi mockingly kissed her muscles , flexing. Earning an eye roll from caitlyn. "It's not horrible , I find it quite .. pleasant." Caitlyn licked her ice cream , the blue cream resting on her tongue as she looked at Vi. "Honestly , I don't understand you sometimes Cait." she adds on "like being friends with me for one , aren't you .. scared if people find out?" it was odd , vi the tough girl was getting sappy , but this is the reason caitlyn brought her here , to open up about her feelings finally.

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"What do you mean Vi ? i mean yes sometimes i worry about my reputation and being friends with a zuanite , but your worth everything , your worth my imagine being ruined , your worth everyone hating me Vi. you're worth every risk." Those words leaving caitlyn's pretty mouth left Vi speechless , she wasn't used to this nor was she used to actually having friends. For once vi didn't have her casual remark or flirty words , for once vi was ... speechless. THE Vi was speechless , the only noise she made was when she opened her mouth and made a 'o' shape. "I'm sorry Vi was that too much? Oh god i feel like an idiot now." Caitlyn bit her bottom lip , showing off her adorable tooth gap but Vi didn't even bat an eye at it , like she always did. Yeah caitlyn fucked up , maybe? "I need to go home , dad and powder are probably worrying." and with that vi just .. got up and left throwing away the rest of her , stupid coffee ice cream she enjoyed , caitlyn felt like sobbing , like screaming at vi to stop , but the only thing that came out was a sigh , so she decided to just leave. The roads of piltover were quiet at this time , nobody was really out because everyone had gotten off work and off of school , the only noise was some chatter from enforcers and the sound of the street lights buzzing. Soon the kiramman manor had come into vision , caitlyn walking up to the door and grabbing her key, opening the door with a 'squeak'. Being greeted by her two brown dobermans jumping on her.

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As she was greeted with the green of her bedroom walls , the slight smell of her perfume she had put on before still lingering in the air and a smell of a dog bed she had on the end of her bed , the violet colored sheets were still made from when she had gotten up from school , but they were soon messed up as she threw her bag aside her bed , flopping down onto it. Her face was buried in the mountain of pillows and her legs were basically off the bed from how long they were. She lifted up her head just to grab the one stuffed animal , it was a Lion. It was a stuffed animal Jayce had gotten her for her 7th birthday and she's kept it since , it was like her comfort item. Whenever she got sad or was having a mental breakdown it was the 2nd thing she went too , the first.. Thing she went too wasn't so healthy.

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It was a bad habit , a habit she had tried to stop before but it never worked. She always ended up relapsing. And fuck thats exactly what she did , ever since she met Vi which has been only 2 weeks but its felt like years , it has helped her be clean , take her mind off her scars. Her scars , vi didnt even know about them and caitlyn was worried , what would vi think? Would she find her pathetic for cutting her wrist any time she has a mental breakdown? God fucking dammit , this ruined everything. 1 month clean down the drain because a girl , now caitlyn was sitting there , eyebrow razor in hand and an open scar with blood dripping down. It was almost numb for her , which was not healthy but it was getting her mind off .. everything. The biggest thing on her mind was VI VI VI VI. and then there was that tiny .. little thought in the back of her head. Something shes ran from since .. middle school.

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Sexuality. Lesbiansm. Caitlyn was never sure of her sexuality but shes never felt anything for men - not even if she tried to force herself to have a crush on one or even if her friends tried to put her on with one , she was always thinking of girls , and sometimes she would even catch herself staring at tits - pervert! But maybe it was time to accept it , accept who she was. It didn't mean she had to come out right away and oh god - she didn't even wanna think how her mother would react if she knew her perfect little daughter was a lesbian , and did not have ANY interest in men. That only made caitlyn go deeper - by accident. She was scared , scared of herself , scared of vi leaving her , scared of her parents. She hated life , yes she was privileged and was loved but right now she felt like she was in a padded room , stuck in her own thoughts and she hated it , she just wanted it too stop. She wanted to be a little girl and go to her mom again and beg her to make it stop , have her rub her back to sleep but the only comfort she had now was this , self harm. She needed to get better , she wanted to get better but she physically couldn't when everything was going on. And now vi was probably mad at her. GODAMMIT! But she looked down at her stuffed animal , bob and oh fuck. There was a blood stain straight on his forehead.

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As Vi made her way back down into zuan the whole moment was just replaying in her head , she felt like an idiot for just .. staying silent when Caitlyn poured her whole heart out , what if she broke Caitlyn's heart? What if caitlyn is sobbing into her pillow because of- god she didn't want to think about it. Fuck Vi was so screwed , she messed everything up with caitlyn because of her own stupidity , everything was going so smoothly too , she had a frend. Someone who accepted her and she fucking ruined it! Vi clenched her first so hard that she had drawn blood from her palm , but it was numb. She was always hitting stuff , walls included so her hands were honestly numb when it had came to drawing blood - she couldn't feel the pain anymore. Or if anything the pain actually felt good , it felt like she had let off steam

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After a long walk she had finally made it back down to zuan , and into " THE LAST DROP " where her and her siblings had lived in the basement , as she walked in the lights were on , music on the jukebox was playing and people were gambling and drinking , well of course because it was a bar. Vander was behind the bar cleaning out a glass talking to someone as he noticed Vi walking back in. "hey pumpkin , how was school? Fun?" He finished cleaning the glass, putting it down and pouring some alcohol into it and handing it to one of the men sitting at the bar. "I don't want to talk about it" she just huffed out , going down into the basement and thank god , nobody else was there so it was just her and her thoughts. So she sat down on the old couch they had there , the couch dipping in from her weight as she let out a sigh , burying her head into her hands. "Fuck i need to make it up to her" but how the fuck was she going to do that? She stormed off! Caitlyn poured her heart out and she just stormed off. She's a total dick , Caitlyn probably thinks all zuanites act like this now goddammit. Maybe she should just keep her distance , for now.

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It might be better , keeping distance. For now.

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| AN : haha im soo sorry for this chapter taking soo long! Also im sorry for the heartbreak at the end of this <3 but next chapter will be no angst sorry ! but we will get some more fun stuff and its building up! Trust me. my baby will get a happy ending !!

[northwestofinsanity]

HELLO!!! 🤩⭐⭐

This is your secret rocker santa!

To start off! What are you favorite artists of all time? Mine are Electric Light Orchestra and Billy Squier! If you like them too what are some songs you like? :-]

Also do you have any physical music collection? records, 8-tracks, cassettes, cds?

Can't wait to hear from you! Hope you're having fun getting ready for the holidays 🫶

-⭐

Hi!!!

Oh, goodness, my list of top favorite bands and artists, or “emotional support bands” as I like to call them -it just keeps getting longer and longer! In no order, since it changes by whatever I’m in an active hyperfixation for and my mood, they are Boston, Heart, The Moody Blues, Supertramp, Blue Oyster Cult, The Who, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, REO Speedwagon, Def Leppard, Dokken, Winger, Scorpions, Split Enz, Crowded House, Squeeze, Cheap Trick, Elvis Costello, and Steely Dan. I’ve got more bands I really love, but I can’t put them on the same level because I haven’t been through a massive, brain-rotting hyperfixation with them yet, thus, I don’t know nearly as many historical things and as many of the non-hit tracks.

I do like Billy Squier and ELO, though! I probably know more about ELO than Billy Squier (they’ve got some historical ties to The Moody Blues from their early days!), but even though they're still casual favorites for the moment, I enjoy them whenever I hear them. ELO, I really love songs like "Sweet Talkin' Woman", "Fire On High", and "Livin' Thing" (really, all their hits are good, and I'm slowly picking up more. One of these days, I'm sure I'll go through a hype with them… when they win the fight against all the different artists battling for my attention at all times!) As for Billy Squier, I haven't gotten too far beyond his radio hits yet, but he's another artist out of many I eventually plan to explore more of. "In the Dark" is probably my favorite of his so far. The guitar riff on "The Stroke" is gold, though as a whole, it's not as much of a favorite compared to some of his other songs. Maybe you could tell me a few lesser-known songs by him I should check out first?

I am slowly collecting some physical media. It's something I've been cautious with, since with being in vet school, I'm likely going to be moving around a lot over the next few years, so I don't want to build up *too* much extra stuff to have to pack up whenever those times come. (Doesn’t seem like I have much… until I have to put everything into boxes and onto a U-Haul!) But once that's all over, I'll probably pick up speed on that. I do have a handful of CDs, following in my dad’s footsteps after growing up on his collection. My boyfriend (I actually do have one, though he prefers to keep a low internet profile, so I don’t mention him much here!) actually sent me three of the ones I have now as birthday gifts, and two of them are favorites, because he sent them when I was in peak hyperfixation for the bands they’re of -it was Supertramp’s Crime of the Century, and a live album from Squeeze called A Round and A Bout. I also have just *one* vinyl record that I rescued. Deep Purple’s Made In Japan. It was my dad’s, and it got separated from his record collection decades ago when he moved out of his parents’ house, and after my grandfather passed, when we were cleaning out his house, it got uncovered, and my dad had kind of forgotten about it, didn’t really want it anymore, and was going to just throw it away… so I asked if I could keep it.

How about you? Do you have a physical collection of sorts for music?

I’m looking forward to hearing from you again, too! And thanks, I am having fun getting ready -even though most of my time right now is sitting in lecture during the day. It’s the home stretch of the semester, but it makes Christmas that much more enjoyable when it comes. Is there a part of holiday prep you especially look forward to?

[datamined]

Normal inane things that some tumblr/ wider internet users do that annoy me and make my disordered ass into a heartless and joyless husk (NO BUTTHURT COMMENTS LIKE “ BUT I LIKE THAT/DO THAT THING!!” ALLOWED)!!!!!!! I dont think ur inherently a bad person if you do any of these things

• Derail a post with a barely-even-relevant 1-multi paragraph personal story that isnt even all that interesting or funny to people that werent involved, doubly so if it begins with “storytime!” Thanks for at least giving me a heads up to scroll right past the post before i waste my time. Make ur own post or keep it in tags next time.

• Somewhat related: entire discord conversations between you and your friends i dont know. I promise you its not that funny to a stranger 90% of the time

• Unprompted photos of your animals that i did not ask for. Unless your animal is particularly notably strange looking or abnormal or is already an animal I have a personal attachment to I could give less of a shit about photos of a stranger’s animal. This is also not about someone posting their animal on their blog or to a forum, im talking about someone dming me or pinging a server their animal unprompted, even if im upset. I promise unsolicited photos of average shorthair stinkybutt mcgee your cat is not going to help me feel better

• People that always comment something bitter, snarky or intentionally pessimistic to a positivity post or a positive post about something the OP cares about. “Love isnt real”/ “the world is a terrible place” type comments about the good of humanity or how much someone cares for something type comments. Their own pessimism, depression or suffering isnt a good enough excuse to be a dick to other people for not being as miserable as they are. If youve done this once or twice before im talkin ‘bout repeat offenders. Esp because they usually think theyre being soo quirky or funny. I understand the irony of this on this post, btw

• Just like. Any comments about killing or harming a creature that they personally find unpleasant. WTH is wrong with you. Also grow up its 2023 its time to develop some actual interesting aversions and fears lol

I was gonna type more but its crossing from “normal and inane” to “actually harmful behavior” type stuff so ill leave this at that for now until I come across or think of more things that drive me up a wall

[earnestlyegos]

I'm back again>:) and dw I love sending these (plus our yancy loves adding in his own history as hc)

I'll start with a few small yancy ones

-he's somewhere on the asexual spectrum:)

-he self taught himself all the instruments he knows

-he gets emotionally attached to fictional characters very easily (this is just our yancy and less of a hc lol)

-theatre kid theatre kid theatre kid

And some engineer hcs:)

-he has a slight stutter, particularly around new people

-he has a habit of throwing his tools up and catching them as he walks around (idk how else to explain it sorry)

-he NEEDS to be using his hands at all times so most of his clothes have holes in them from his picking at them

These are all really short but yeah:)

-🗡

here uh, lemme do these in order so it’s easier for youse!! ‘n for me—

Yancy

-i’s honestly dunno where i am on the spectrum! i could see me bein apart of the asexual spectrum, especially after bein in prison f’ so long, but i’s havent had the chance t’ really think bout it!!

-i’s personally dunno how to play ANY instrument, but i could imagine i’s would be self taught cause, well, im stubborn, and i’s wanna figure shit out m’ own way—

-honestly yeah, a bit!! though i’s dont do much uh.. fandom searchin, i guess?? i’s more like to watch cartoons ‘n stuff, back from when i wassa kid.. but i did get pretty attached t’ them i ‘spose!!

-i am absolutely a theatre kid. i was in theatre before i’s got sent to prison!! i loved it, i’s still do, i love listenin ‘n boppin out t’ musicals n stuff, its just so damn fun!! i’s always wanted t’ act n alla that, be a big star, like th’ guys on tv!! but uh, i dont think anyones lookin for a convict..

head engie

-yeah id probably say so!! its the lightest stutter really, considerin he dont interact much wit’ other people other than th’ captain— he also stutters a bit when he gets angry, cause yknow, hes a bit of an emotional guy sometimes-

-he ABSOLUTELY loves throwin his tools and catchin em! he thinks he looks cool, plus, its just fun— i’d probably do th’ same-

-and also yeah!! except t’ the clothes thing! he and i, especially eric, usually always need to have our hands doin SOMETHING! Engie more with his entire self, is he aint rushin around doin work, he gets real antsy and suuuuper annoyin- meanwhile i’s dont mind loungin around n doin nothin! again i just like playin catch wit’ myself, can entertain me for hours.. and eric’s got his little cloth thingy!! always pickin at it n’ stuff causa his anxiety, its real sweet-

anyhow thank youse f’ all the asks!! we’s really appreciate it, its always fun talkin t’ youse!