#somebody send them help pls

[ourbatshill]

Not the social media person at SSO literally filming the monitor for a tik tok. I am in tears. I told you they were millenials

[threnodians]

should be sleeping but instead i am up thinking about stupid fictional characters and the way they’d react to being shown true, genuine love

[azulpitlane]

i wish you would I ln4

pairings: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: part two of got love struck notes: kinda dragged making this but finals are finally over so send me some requests pls🤸‍♀️ this ones kinda angsty and there's lots of miscommunication sorry hehe part three, masterlist

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The night was full of partying, drinking and dancing as you celebrated your best friend's 23rd birthday. The night quickly turned into a mess when you went to the bar to get everyone more drinks. When you came back your friends were nowhere to be seen, you assumed they were in the dance floor but when you went to check, they weren't there either. To make matters worse, you had put your phone in your friend's purse for safe keeping so you had no way to contact them. The panic quickly sobered you up as you looked everywhere for them but instead you found different a familiar face.

"Mason?"

"Y/n! Hey, I didn't realize you were here."

Your ex-boyfriend went for a hug as he greeted you. You and Mason ended your relationship over a year ago, and though you felt no animosity towards the football player, the breakup had been hard as everybody on the internet seemed to have an opinion on it. It was mutual breakup, you both were in different stages in your life and it just seemed like it wasn't your time.

"Yeah, I was celebrating y/bff/n's birthday with a few other girls, but I have no idea where they are and they have my cell." You were starting to get frustrated as you felt like they left without you.

"Oh no, I would help you look but I'm about to head out. Let me give you a ride home, I would hate for you to be here by yourself."

You knew if somebody saw you and Mason alone it would cause chaos all over again, but you had no other choice at the moment and you just wanted to go to bed. You agreed and as you left you both were oblivious to the cameras taking pictures of you leaving through the back door together.

As you pulled up to your hotel you smiled at Mason and thanked him.

"You're a lifesaver Mase seriously, I don't know what I would've done if I never found them or you."

"You don't have to thank me y/n. I will always look out for you even if we're broken up. I still care for you."

"You're a great friend, I'll always look out for you too."

"And um I have to ask,"

You could tell he was nervous as he scratched the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed slightly.

"What is it Mase?"

"Do you love him?"

You were surprised by the question, not expecting him to bring up Lando.

"Um yeah-yes. I love him so much, I can't even find the words to describe it to be honest. I don't think any song I write can even measure to how strong my love is for him."

"That's good, yeah, that's great. I just, I'm happy you found your person y/n. You know, I thought that person would be me, but if you're happy, than I am too. I guess we just weren't meant to be."

"Mase, you're one of the most amazing people I've met, seriously. I don't think it was ever in the cards for us, but you've taught me so much and you'll always have a special place in my heart. You will find your person one day, I promise."

You smiled at Mason as you spoke, not realizing you had given him the closure he had been needing for a year.

Lando was freaking out.

He had been sent the article of you and Mason over 5 times already and you hadn't answered your phone in over 2 hours. His mind was reeling as he was thinking about what you could possibly be doing right now. Even though he trusted you more than anything, he couldn't help but let it get to him. Why aren't you answering?

He knew your phone was charged and turned on considering he can still see your location. As he checked it again, he realized you were no longer at the club. You were at someone's apartment. Why weren't you at your hotel? Who's apartment was this?

Before he let himself jump to conclusions, he called y/bff/n knowing you two went out together.

"LANDOOOO! HI."

"Y/bff/n, hey is y/n with you?"

"Y/n? Oh nooooo. Aw I miss her Lan, is she with you?"

"What? No, how could she be with me? I'm in Monaco right now."

"Oh. Then I'm not so sure."

Lando could feel himself getting frustrated as he spoke with the clearly intoxicated girl.

"Okay, did she go home with you? With anyone else?"

"I don't know, you should probably call her or something."

"I did, over 10 times in the past hour."

"Oh maybe she's busy! Let me know how it goes, bye!"

"Wait-"

She hung up. Lando was going to throw up. He was never considered himself as an insecure guy, but he couldn't help but feel there was something going on. He's seen those tweets and comments saying how much everyone loved you and Mason together. What if those comments made you realize they were right? What if you were with Mason right now? Lando wanted to cry, scream and throw up all at once.

Three loud knocks woke you up from your beauty sleep. You were still in last night's clothes as you were too tired to even change after the nights disaster. You opened the door and your best friend ran in and hugged you.

"Y/N! I'm so so sorry for leaving you all by yourself. I was completely blacked out and I guess I was acting sloppy because y/f/n said we got kicked out of the club! I was acting too drunk and they got mad im so so sorry, this is all my fault and we tried to tell security to get you but they were so mean and-"

"Y/bff/n stop. It's fine, it was your birthday, you deserved to act a little crazy."

"Still babe, I'm sorry. Now that article is being spread like crazy and it's all because of me."

"What are you talking about? What article?"

"Shit. I forgot, here's your phone. But I have to warn you, people saw you leaving the club with Mason last night and the rumors have already begun. Im sorry hun."

Oh god.

Lando🧡 15 missed calls 5 unread messages

YourPublicist 2 missed calls 1 unread message

Danny Ric🤠 2 unread messages

Y/f/n 8 unread messages

The notifications were endless as you scrolled through your phone but there was only one that you really cared about. You immediately called Lando, afraid he was angry at you for this mess.

"Lan, baby, I'm so sorry for worrying you. I just opened your messages, y/bff/n had my phone all night." You immediately gave him a run down of the night as you knew what it was like to be in his position. The media has circulated so many rumors about your relationship overnight and you knew how hard that was. You had dealt with it all throughout your career and you were heartbroken it was happening to Lando because of you.

"That's weird because I actually called y/bff/n last night and she did not mention she had your phone."

"She was so out of it last night, she probably forgot she even had it. Oh god, she was downing shots I'm honestly not even surprised she got kicked out, she was so crazy-"

"Y/n, you don't understand, I have not slept all night. I was worried and everyone is talking about this. I look like an idiot in this situation."

You knew Lando was going to be upset but after your explanation, you didn't expect for him to still be angry at you.

"I know, the night was a mess, but nothing happened with Mason. He just dropped me off and I'm grateful it was him and not some random taxi."

"You're grateful it was him? You're grateful these pictures are all over the internet?"

"That's not what I meant! I meant he was the safest option at that moment, I had nobody else."

"Yeah. Half of the internet is happy it was him. People are actually celebrating thinking you guys are back together."

"Don't listen to them Lan, me and Mase are never getting back together. People will accept it over time and this will blow over."

"Why are you being so casual about this? Do you even know how I felt last night when you weren't answering. I was going to be sick thinking what you could possibly be doing with him."

"Lan, I told you nothing happened. Why aren't you believing me?"

"This is just all too much." Lando knew he was overreacting a bit. Your story made sense and it all lined up, but he had spent the entire night overthinking and reading the rumors about you two that he couldn't get them out of his mind. He loved you so much and last night made him realize how easily he can lose you and that thought terrified him. You were everything to him, but did you really feel the same way?

"Are you breaking up with me? Seriously? Over a stupid tabloid, I can't believe this." You felt betrayed. Did he not trust you?

"I dont know, it's just hard for me wrap my head around this right now."

"Lan, my flight to Monaco leaves in a few hours, how about we just talk about this in person when our heads are clear?"

Lando was getting angrier as the call went on. He knew his insecurities were getting the best of him right now but he felt like you weren't listening to him. You were trying to brush this off when the whole world was going against you two right now.

"Wow Y/n. My heads pretty fucking clear right now. You know what? Maybe it's best if you don't come, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

one week later

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dailymail Singer Y/n Y/l/n spotted once again with Manchester United star, Mason Mount, leaving a restaurant with a few other football players. Are the two officially back together? Rumors of her breakup with Formula One driver, Lando Norris have been circulating for over a week now after Y/l/n and Mount were seen leaving a club together. Read more on this new love triangle in our article linked in our bio.

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user1 im so excited for this album HAHAHA

user2 team mason idc

user3 funny how the last song she dropped was titled slut, if the shoe fits :)

user4 slut shaming in 2023? disgusting.

user5 i refuse to believe her and lando broke up sorry

user6 delulu is the solulu atp😁

notes: another cliffhanger!!!🤸‍♀️also this isn't proofread at all my bad heh

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[unluckilyimnot]

hihi! I was wondering if you could one with an s/o a bit more colder but softer with them specifically. Maybe sae, yoichi, rin, and hiori. Thanks!!!1 :33

(pls take your time with this)

cold to other but softer with them s/o - sae, yoichi, rin, hiori

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Note: hiiii thank you for your request! It's so cute I love this vibe and honestly same I'm only nice to me gf 🧍‍♀️ I hope it's fine !

Sae

You're a killer duo honestly

You're impossible to approach when it's the two of you, your expression is closed

it doesn't even seems like you're together or close

You keep your relationship private mostly in the beginning but it's a little too much sometimes

People noticed that you two are together based on the small gesture : him taking your hand when it's crowded, you pulling him closer when he doesn't look where he walks

But people are choked when they pass from seeing without and with sae around

The way your face light up when you see him around is something, you go from a darker look to sparkling eyes in a second

You ask about his day, maybe lay a little on him if he's sitting next to you

Then go back to your usual neutral/cold face

Those who don't really know are shocked at first

Yoichi

People don't imagined his s/o to he like that AT ALL

Isagi is really sweet and caring yet the first time they meet you you were frowning at them

They soon realized you're just like this, neutral expression that makes you look rude, and you're not the most gentle with his friends either

But you don't feel like you need to? You don't own them a thing

Isagi is always a bit sorry when you ignore people but always answer to him with a sweet voice

You lay your head on his shoulder, only paying attention for real when he's talking

He feels loves for sure but he tries to ease this side of you around people he really appreciate

Rin

He kinda likes it

He feels seen and really appreciate for some reasons

There's a small grin or blush on his face when he realized that your tone soften for him during a conversation

He does it for you as well, it's an habits for you two

It's your world and people live in it kind of vibe

There's nothing weird with you two being together, it's like heaven send you to him and vice versa

You two are : unapproachable

Hiori

Once again, a little surprising but not as shocking as yoichi when you know him a little

Hiori is harsher than people think but he also need someone prioritizing him because of his relationship with his parents

No need to say that he feels like he's the most precious human in the world with you

He can't help but giggle when he sens your tone changed when you talk to people interrupting you

You're not a smiley person yet he always get to see your face lighting up when you catch his sight

The way you lay on against his chest in the street when you have to wait or even hold his fingers when you're looking at your phone instead of the road

He loves every little things that you do and when there's somebody with you, they're always surprised to see you this comfortable around someone

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

JJ maybank 14 pls thank youuu ‘‘I love you and no one can change that.’‘ Maybe his dad comes home and shit go down?

Slowly going through all of my old drafts. I don't remember writing some of them...

Warnings: violence, abuse

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A massive downpour decided to hit the island while you and JJ were out. You took shelter under a bus stop, but the sky was showing no signs of the rain stopping soon, forcing you to brave the rain to find a better shelter for the coming hours.

You suggested going to the chateau, but John B. had made it clear that he was spending the day with Sarah and wanted no interruptions. So, reluctantly, JJ took your hand and showed the way to his house.

He was nervous about inviting you over. For starters, his house was a complete dump. There was trash and empty beer cans everywhere, the carpets had not been vacuumed in years, the things his dad broke during his last drunken brawl were still on the floor and his dirty — and clean — clothes were all over his bedroom.

And secondly, JJ was worried about his dad being there. He didn’t want you to meet him — ever. But according to the time on his phone, Luke should be at work until late, so it should be safe.

By the time you got to JJ's house, your clothes and hair quickly got drenched. JJ quickly unlocked the fetched towels to dry off. While you waited, you took in the living room, a distinct smell of dampness lingering in the air mixed with the faint odor of alcohol. The furniture was old and worn-out, with stains and cigarette burns marking its surface.

‘’Sorry about the mess," he apologized, glancing around the room and rubbing the back of his head. ‘’Ehh, here.’’ JJ handed you the towels. They were mismatched and had stains on them, but you didn't comment on it. ‘’I’ll get you some dry clothes. You can change in the bathroom.’’ He pointed to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway, and disappeared inside the door right next to it — seemingly his bedroom.

You followed him.

The walls were decorated with surf posters and one of a very lightly dressed woman. You turned your head away from her, trying not to think of many times JJ must’ve jerked off to her. On the opposite wall, JJ was searching through a dresser with opened drawers and clothes spilling out, looking for something clean to give you.

He sniffed a brown-ish tee shirt and put it back down, making you bite back a laugh. ‘’Definitely not that one.’’

‘’I can just wear that hoodie,’’ you said, picking the gray Kildare surfboard hoodie rumpled on his bed. You had worn it a few times at cookouts when the evening air would raise chills on your skin. ‘’You don’t have to go through all of your clothes.’’

JJ shook his head. As much as he would love the sight of you walking around his house in only his hoodie, he didn’t trust himself to not pop a boner. He settled on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt.

You thanked him and took the clothes to the bathroom to change. The herbal smell of weed lingered on them, which was very JJ.

At your return, the sound of rain hitting the windows had intensified, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the room. JJ had changed out of his wet clothes too, now sporting camo shorts and the grey hoodie that was on his bed. His hair was tousled from being roughly towel-dried, and you couldn’t help yourself, reaching to fix some pieces. He smiled at your touch.

‘’Thanks again for the clothes,’’ you said just as the front door opened and slammed shut, causing JJ’s smile to fall abruptly.

‘’Shit. I think that’s my dad.’’

He knew it was his dad. Who else would walk in and slam the door shut? Why was he home so early?

You heard the sound of a beer sex-pack being put down and JJ tensed, panic filling his blue eyes. ‘’JJ? You home, son?’’ the man called through the house, followed by some grumbling as he cracked a beer open.

‘’Stay here,’’ JJ said quietly, not wanting his dad to hear him talk to somebody.

‘’JJ—’’

He took your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, genuine fear and worry in his. ‘’Promise me you’ll stay here.’’

You nodded in response, sensing the urgency in his voice and the seriousness of the situation. It was evident that JJ was trying to protect you from his dad, and you respected his decision to handle the situation on his own.

He moved away from you, making his way towards the door with cautious steps. He didn’t want to go, but he had to. If he didn’t, Luke might come here and see you and JJ didn’t want to think about the inappropriate things that would come out of his filthy mouth.

You sat on JJ’s bed, hands in your lap as you waited for him to return.

In the living room, you could hear the voices of JJ and his dad. You couldn't make out what they were saying because of the shut door, but the latter’s voice quickly went up in volume. Then, the loud sound of glass shattering erupted from the living room, making your head snap in the direction of the door.

By reflex, you stood and went to the door, worry settling in your guts. Your hand was on the doorknob, but you remembered your promise and stepped back. JJ could handle his drunk dad, right?

Luke’s yells echoed in the house again, followed by a loud thud, and that’s when you decided to take a risk and come out.

You were quiet as you peaked down the hallway, not wishing to catch the older man’s attention. A quiet gasp caught in your throat when seeing JJ pinned up against the wall, Luke’s fist gripping the front of JJ’s hoodie as he continued to yell at him with violence in his words. On the floor beside them, one of the old liquor bottles was in pieces, having fallen and shattered in the commotion.

The floor creaked beneath your feet and you quickly ducked back in JJ’s bedroom. The noise had Luke glancing down the hallway, drawing his eyebrows together when seeing no one. Old houses creak for no reason sometimes, right?

When he turned his head back to his son, JJ headbutted him and managed to push his dad off him before running off to his bedroom. He shut the door so fast it echoed through the house and made the wall rattle. You jumped at the sound and stepped back when you heard Luke come after JJ, banging on his door and causing your heart to race behind your chest. 

When the banging stopped, JJ released a shaky breath and slid down to his floor with his knees pulled to his chest. He cursed repeatedly, pushing his head into his hands.

‘’I should’ve never brought you here.’’

The guilt in his voice made your heart sink. Carefully, you approached JJ and sat down beside him. 

‘’You can leave if you want. There’s a way out through the window. I’m not gonna be mad if you—’’

‘’I’m not leaving,’’ you told him firmly.

JJ slowly lifted his head, a frown appearing on his features. ‘’You should. I would leave my life if I could.’’ He forced a laugh, but all you heard was pain.

You didn't know how long his father's abuse had been going on, but it must've been a while. The thought of someone treating their child so horribly made your heart ache. Now you understand why he was always spending the night at the chateau and why no one ever come to his house. 

You shifted and gently reached for JJ's face, making him look at you. ‘’I’m not leaving,’’ you repeated. ‘’Not today, not tomorrow.’’

He turned his head away and pushed your hand off him, hiding his emotions from you. ‘’You say this now, but you'll get tired of me and my shit.’’

‘’I'm not. I meant it, J. I love you and no one can change that. Not even your shitty home-life.’’ 

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[slafkovskys]

neeeed more possessive quinn and angel thots pls

luke was going because a good percentage of his friends were still going to umich and he had only left a few months before, so spotting him on the sidelines at one of the first football games of the season wouldn’t be weird. jack was going because luke was going and because she had promised to get him to a darty while he was on campus. jack would never turn down a good party.

quinn, however, had said no when she pouted her lips at him in the kitchen upon finding out he was the only one not going. he said no again as he busied himself on his phone beside her in the nail salon and she batted her eyelashes towards him as her tech made the intricate design he had chosen on her fingernails. he said no for a third time when she was between his legs. he was stronger than his brothers, she couldn’t just ask him to do whatever she wanted while he was a little cum dumb and get her way. they both knew that.

it’s when she’s modeling her game day outfits for them in the living room that he caves. her prancing around in a navy blue cheer skirt that barely covered her ass and a white tank top with a maize-colored m in the center has him feeling something. the last time that quinn remembers feeling like this, this pang in his chest, the twisting in his stomach, is when he was ten and luke was six and his youngest brother stole his favorite action figure out of his room.

he remembers seeing it sticking out of luke’s backpack as they were walking to the bus stop and ripping it away, yelling something about it being his because it was. luke had no right to take something that was so obviously his (going through a toy story phase months before, he scratched his name on the sole of the toy’s boot so there’d be no question) and now here he was, almost twenty-four years old and watching the girl he shares with his brothers strut around their living room in little outfits with his alma mater plastered on them.

he watches as jack tries to slip a hand up her skirt and she shoves his hand away while luke watches bemused, “see, angel, i’m just showing you why you need to be careful about bending over when we go out-”

“it’s a good thing we’ll all be there, then,” quinn clears his throat and her head whips around to look at him. “y’know, to make sure nobody tries anything and you get to wear your cute outfits.”

she squeals and bounds over, straddling his legs easily. his hands go to grip onto the back of her thighs as she presses a quick kiss to his lips, “oh, thank you quinny! it’s going to be so much fun!”

fun was absolutely the last thing that quinn was having.

she had made good on her promise of dragging them to a darty and he felt so out of his element. it had been over four years since quinn had been a student at the university, everyone he knew (with the exception of her) had long graduated and moved on with their lives.

luke had cliqued off with dylan, ethan, and everyone else from his year. jack had gone off with brisson somewhere and he was really hoping that wasn’t him he saw in line for the mechanical bull. quinn had been attempting to make himself invisible as he also balanced keeping her in his sights. he was always aware of her, even more so that they were in somebody's crowded backyard and she was likely immune to the eyes on her as she downed another seltzer.

there’s one guy, tall and unnaturally blonde, who had been watching her similar to how a predator watches prey. quinn stands up a lot straighter when the kid steps away from his friends at the same time that she does and he watches with narrowed eyes as she finds her way into luke’s arms. the guy stops in his tracks and his shoulders fall and quinn can’t help the smug smile that graces his lips.

he watches as she turns in luke’s arms, his brother’s hands a light weight on her stomach as she holds onto his wrist, as her eyes search the crowd for something, for someone. her eyes land on him and he sends a quick to finger wave to which she pouts. she uses the hand that wasn’t holding onto luke to beckon him over and he goes easily, leaving nico mid-conversation about some golf trip he was trying to pitch to his other clients.

“quinny,” she whines and he knows she’s tipsy. luke doesn’t say anything, only sparing his brother a glance as he approaches and loosening his grip on their girl when he realizes it’s only him before turning his attention back to mark, “what’s wrong?”

he shakes his head, “nothing-”

“it is,” she interrupts and he raises an eyebrow, “you’ve got you’re annoyed face on. c’mon, tell me.”

he wants so badly to reach out and touch her, pull her out of luke’s arms and into his just so everyone at this party knows that she’s his too, but he can’t. instead, he sighs, “it’s nothing that you need to worry about, angel. just have fun. do you want another drink?”

“i want you to tell me the truth, quinn.”

and she never called any of them by their names. it was always quinny, jacky, lukey, or some pet name. she only did that when she was mad or annoyed and he could tell that she was over him not telling her what was making him have such a sour expression. she narrowed his eyes and he sips his beer before giving into the girl, “there’s a guy that won’t stop staring at you. it’s pissing me off.”

“you’re jealous?” she sends him a playful grin and his mouth is back to being set in a hard line. she shakes it off and leans back into luke’s chest, humming at the feeling of the boy’s thumb hooking into the waistband of her skirt, “where is he?”

“over by the bouncy castle.”

“over by the- oh my god. tripp?” she looked at him like he was crazy, “he’s in my creative writing class! he’s really nice and we help each other out with assignments and things.”

“oh, he’s nice?” there’s venom coating the word as he says it, “does he know that you have a boyfriend?”

“yes, he knows that i have a boyfriend, quinny,” she rolls her eyes before something switches, “but you know what he doesn’t know?”

quinn raises an eyebrow at the almost teasing grin that stretches across her lips. she taps at luke’s arm and they immediately fall, setting her free. she closes the couple foot gap between them and quinn’s eyes go wide as she smooths her hands down his chest. he warns, “angel-”

“he doesn’t know that i have two other boyfriends, too, and that’s not fair,” her lips fall to that signature pout as she grabs onto his hands and places them so suggestively on her ass. quinn can feel the end of that stupid skirt against his fingertips as her breath fans over his jaw, “it’s okay to be jealous, quinny. i’m just as much yours as i am luke’s or jack’s.”

“we’re in public,” quinn’s jaw clicks as she presses her lips to his neck. they had never done anything like this outside of the privacy of the lake house and god, was quinn’s brain going to short-circuit any minute. luke’s not even paying attention to the two of them, but he catches dylan sparing them a glance and when his eyes find quinn’s he quickly looks away.

“i know. i’m letting tripp know that my boys take care of me,” she leans her body more into his and it’s like muscle memory when his fingers grasp her ass cheek. he knows his thumb is resting right over the red ink that reads ‘bite me’ as she giggles, “he’s watching us.”

quinn smirks when luke finally looks at them and where quinn’s hand is. he nods, raising his drink to his brother before pointing something out to ethan. quinn’s chest rumbles as she grabs onto his shirt, wondering how long they could disappear without anyone noticing before the game started, “good.”

[felassan]

hey fel, as always i'm so appreciative of the work you do to aggregate info for the fandom! you're the first place i look for all news, and once i have disposable income i'm totally going to send you a kofi.

i've been confused by the companion classes for days and i'm hoping you can help me out—i keep seeing taash with dual wield axes, which, given information that warriors have only 2h weapon and sword and shield as weapon options, suggests she's a rogue... but that leaves only davrin as a warrior? surely not, right?? we have three mages in neve, bellara, and emmrich, and harding is of course a rogue, lucanis being a rogue would make the most sense but i'm not sure it's confirmed?, davrin has a sword and shield so he must be a warrior, and then taash....??? help have classes been confirmed somewhere i'm so confused

hello! ◕‿◕ tysm for the lovely message and feedback, and that is super kind but pls don't feel obligated to do so, it's all good either way!! We know that Bellara, Neve and Emmrich are mages. Based on DA:I Harding is a rogue. it's assumed Lucanis is a rogue and Davrin is a warrior (agreex2). Taash is assumed to be a warrior (also agree). dual-wielding as she does could easily be part of her unique skill tree/abilities or something**. also, there is this comment from Trick Weekes: "I'm a little gun-shy on confirming anything that hasn't been said officially, but please assume we would not give you a game with only one warrior companion. Somebody has to draw aggro for my Mage Rook." [source] so we will definitely not have only one warrior companion. by process of elimination as well it looks like that other warrior would be Taash. so the class breakdown seems to be:

Harding, rogue Bellara, mage Davrin, warrior Lucanis, rogue Neve, mage Taash, warrior Emmrich, mage

hope this helps. :)

** it was said in the Discord Q&A that:

Q. Will the companions have unique specializations? A. The “companions will have abilities that are truly unique to them, but also, they do fall into the archetypes of mage, rogue and warrior. For instance, because she has a bow, you might be surprised to hear that Bellara is in fact a mage, and I love that”. The bulk of the companions’ abilities are based on their own unique ‘personality’. For example, Neve is the only mage that is an Ice Mage, so she has related abilities that are distinct to her, but because she is a mage she does have access to abilities that all of the mages share, like Time Slow. The devs are really happy with this balance, a good mix of representing their archtype, their class, and also their distinct "specialization or personality, whatever you wanna call it.” “Each of these characters exists, each of these characters have a history, has a story of how they became who they were. Part of that was finding the intersection between narrative and gameplay”. They want to serve the needs of gameplay but also allow the characters to breathe as their own people both in conversations and out of conversation.

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EP 4 was just mostly talking and conversations, but there was so much depth THAT I MUST TALK ABOUT IT.

I could literally feel the anguish exuding out of Sally trying to teach Percy to swim

Ngl i was a lil skeptical about azrien’s acting but hearing that scream changed everything

“Hey, you still sleeping?” “Yes” she’s so relatable i love it

i thought we were going to wait until the zebra truck scene for the trauma bonding but we got some of it now which is cool and also makes me wonder whether they’re going to take it to a whole level in the zebra truck scene

I kinda like how annabeth knows so much about grover their dynamic in the show is just so chef’s kiss

I dont know if the whole “thalia made me earn it” thing is canon but its an interesting spin on their dynamic

Grover is such a mood pls shoutout to grover (this episode focused a lil more on percy and annabeth’s dynamic)

Its interesting how they changed frederick chase in the show. In the book frederick never wanted annabeth but in the show frederick loved annabeth. It makes more sense now that percy asks her to go back especially in the books, that was very controversial to have annabeth seem like she was overexaggerating about what she went through with them

i was waiting for them to introduce the searcher pan stuff i almost thought they’d erased it, thankfully they brought it up

ANNABETH’S FACE WHEN THE COP CALLED HER A “LITTLE GIRL” LEAH YOU’RE A ROCKSTAR

Medusa>>>>echidna in the show IM SORRY ECHIDNA WOULDN’T STOP TALKING

The architect in annabeth is coming out i hope she explicitly talks about it later on

I don’t think the writers knew what to do with grover when percy and annabeth were talking so they just made annabeth a little unnecessarily rude for some reason?? At least its better than the movies, where annabeth and grover just WALK AWAY from hermes and percy

i didnt expect the random posh voice it threw me off but it was so funny

OK but can someone help me with this? Percy in this scene says “i have a gift” to annabeth? Could someone pls explain? What gift?

Last episode i was cringing at the screen at percy for the “can’t we just call your mom?” This episode i was cringing at the screen for annabeth’s “you wanna say hi to your dad :))))” these kids have no sense of touchy subjects do they

you’ve done so much more to me in the past few days than poseidon has done in my whole life. If i have to stick with somebody, i—“ “be careful, you were about to call me a friend” THIS DIALOGUE IS SO PRECIOUS ITS WORTH A BILLION DOLLARS

Im suspicious about the percabething this series is doing so far, i feel like its too early, its giving me a feeling that there’s going to be some big angst thats going to happen later on to break the world

When Percy fell, i was genuinely thinking he was going to give annabeth a hug lol (“wow annabeth no you are my friend!!” Something like that)

alexa play jump and fall by ts

I love that they’re expanding the consequences that came with sending medusa’s head to olympus, and how it negatively impacted annabeth, which will probably turn angsty later on

Also, percy looks half dead

The plan to push annabeth into the stairs was executed so smoothly wow

i like they are exploring the very concerning side of percy too, the part of him thats like “im the useless one im ready to die no probs” ALSO THALIA PARALLELS THEY’RE DEF GONNA TOUCH ON THAT NEXT EPISODE

i like how the water grabbed percy like a little tunnel

Its so funny how the nereid says poseidon’s name and percy just starts struggling more like “HELL NO”

THE PARALLELS OF THE START OF THE EPISODE OF PERCY TELLING SALLY TO BREATHE AND THE END OF THE EPISODE OF NEREID TELLING PERCY TO BREATHE

What the heck is that throne thing? Why is percy turning golden? What is happening? HUGGGGGG!! (Too early, as i said), oh look ares—OMG ITS ARES!!

[6okuto]

Listen… you said we could ask for more hcs pt.2…………………….

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Ais? PLS? YOUR WRITIJG IS SO GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

AIS HCS (2)

gn!reader | (part 1) anon you GET ME! BUAAAAHHH AND OMGG THANK U... that's so crazy actually i hope u guys think about me today i will b thinking about all of u😙🫶🧡 YIPPEE!

so stupid /affectionate. takes photos of you and says "now a silly one." or starts taking selfies without telling you

will do cheesy romantic things with you because you ask. he can tease you all he wants, and he wonders how he's found himself swaying to a song with you in the kitchen,, but then you hold him a little tighter and he's like ah. that's why

tells you to be careful with his horns. not in a they're sensitive way but in a please do not get in a position where he could poke your eye out way. rest your chin in between them if you want though

asks you to pay for lunch. when it's actually time to pay he's like "what the hell are they doing over there?" so he can pay first. you guys fight to pay semi-regularly. You are the people who made me want to scream and cry when i worked retail.

do his make-up. i dare you. what. you don't want to stand in between his legs with his hands on your hips while you try to do eyeliner Be serious. he'll be your test subject for new looks

or let him do your make-up. you can match w some red eyeliner :)

doesn't do any little video trends with you without being a little annoying/difficult but he Will do them and do them extremely well in the end. everyone's jealous of your relationship

if you're having trouble sleeping and try to not move around a lot in case you wake ais up,, it's too late. bro is awake. he sighs and nuzzles into you before being like,, "if you can't sleep, you can wake me up you know." or "how long were you going to go before waking me up?"

^ late night snack runs.. he'll stay up as long as you do. hanging out in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2am eating chicken nuggets who gets me

pulls your head to lay on his shoulder if he sees you getting sleepy. rests his head on top of yours

silently comes and lies down with you if he's in a bad mood. you don't have to talk or really do anything, just being around you helps him feel better. he won't complain if you coddle him a little though :) you offer to get him some snacks or cuddle him and he smiles against your skin. "i'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead but he just lets out a breathy laugh. "yes please."

cannot fucking play horror games/movies around this guy like why are YOU jumpscaring me Where is my safe space. he relishes in you clinging onto him / holding you from behind, but he also respects you scaring him back if you're more immune to horror

don't start a prank war with this guy because that shit isn't ending. he excels in annoyingly inconvenient pranks Don't Do It.

tells you about the dogs(/animals) he saw while out during the day. modern au he sends you pics either wordlessly or guessing their names. "meet nacho cheese" "why would u say that" "that's obviously his name? have some respect"

ohh. people watching...this sounds silly. but like i'm thinking about how he doesn't like being lonely/isolated but Is and how he has to watch others enjoy themselves and stuff. so you hanging out together and talking and guessing random people's life stories is just like. a casual thing but reminds him He Has Somebody to do that with now

why'd i say that

you know how he was in the rafters at the beginning. yeah he's asking if you wanna join him up there. you're like You do that Regularly? not just trying to intimidate me? and he's like 🤷‍♂️ it's comfortable enough.

promises he won't let you fall and keeps a steady hold. See? it isn't so bad.

modern au tattoo artist ais who gets me. anyone. anybody. helloooo? guys please i'm gonna pee my pants

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can i pls request Daddy Dutch finding out somebody is treating reader real bad and finding them and killing them thank you love you xoxoxoxo

Tutelar

-(n.) serving as a protector or guardian.

pairing: Dutch van der Linde x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

summary: you come home hurt, and Dutch sets the world ablaze to damn the men that have done this to you.

a/n: I kind of took this idea and ran so I hope it is along the lines of what you were hoping for, and sorry this request took so long!

warnings: graphic violence, very graphic please read this

They had wanted to send you home as a message.

"Don't fuck wit' Colm O'Driscoll." One of them had said, kicking you in the ribs when you were already down. You could barely breathe as they took turns, kicking and hitting you until purple and black bruises blossomed along your ribcage, and blood spattered up from your mouth, landing on the dirt below. Your nails dug into the ground, accumulating dirt as you attempted to grip onto anything to find some leverage. 

"Go easy on her, she's a woman, and don't kill her." Another man said, holding the others back. They hadn't touched you. Thank God, they hadn't touched you. But they beat you, and as you weakly tried to fight back they humiliated you, made you feel weak and small and stupid for traveling through The Heartlands alone at night. You should have stopped and sent up camp, but you were tired and you missed home. You recall traveling through Twin Stack Pass when they'd spotted you:

"It's gotta be a Van der Linde! Grab him!" One had screamed from horseback, and they had chased you, lassoed you from your stallion to the ground. You'll never forget the look on their faces, the satisfied smiles and the chuckles when they realized who they'd captured, "Dutch's piece" they'd called you. 

They'd left you on the side of the road with none of your belongings except your horse, ensuring that you had a way to get back to camp and deliver their message. They wanted to get back at Dutch, to stab at him for stealing the train job. And what better way to get back at him than through the person he loves most?

It was a grueling ride home.

— — — —

You're almost afraid to part the white canvas into yours and Dutch's tent. Afraid because you know what his reaction will be. You should be thinking about the gang, about lying low and not causing scenes, but you don't care, because you're hurting and you need him. 

"D-Dutch?" You all but whisper, parting the canvas enough to slip through, limping and holding your bruised ribs. As soon as you're inside the tent, the little strength you have left shatters and you crumble, landing on your knees. The adrenaline wears off and you just can't find the strength to hold yourself up any longer. Everything hurts, especially as your knees buckle against the wooden floor. Your arms wrap around your twitching, aching torso where fists and rings have marked you, where steel toed boots have left their imprints on your skin. You can't help but cry because you're home, you're safe, they can't hurt you anymore. 

Dutch is awake in an instant. He hadn't been expecting you until the morning, and as soon as he hears you he knows something is wrong. And then, god- he sees you. A heap, a puddle on the floor of pain and sadness and hurt, and he wants to mend you together immediately, even not knowing what's wrong. As soon as the fog of sleep is cleared from his mind, he's scrambling to the floor in front of you.

"My dear girl, what happened?" He asks, eyes wide, scanning over your bruised form. His hands hover over your arms, afraid to touch you for fear that he will break you even further. He can't see your face, as it is hidden in your hands, but he wishes to look into your eyes, and find answers. Dutch's index finger rests under your chin as he pulls your gaze up to his own. 

Your sniffles quiet once he sees your face, and his warm eyes and worried features fall away once he sees the bruises there. They're replaced by a stark coldness, a rage. It's not directed at you of course, but whatever scum has hurt you. You see the way his jaw sets, locking as he grinds his teeth.

Dutch brushes some hair from your face, seeing the purple marks on your cheek there. His eyes slip shut in an attempt to keep control of himself as a low rumble resonates from his chest, and when his eyes open again, they are cold, threatening.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, fingers brushing over your arms, wondering if you adorn the same bruises under your shirt. 

"O'Driscolls… They told me to tell you that- that this is a message, not to mess with Colm." You whimper, lip trembling as you lean against Dutch, clinging to the lapels of his shirt.

"I'll kill every last one of those repulsive maggots." Dutch growls, formulating a plan, but then you hiccup a cry, and his eyes flicker down to you, sniffling and hiccuping against his chest and his eyes soften. The O'Driscolls can wait. 

Placing one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your back, he pulls you closer to him, realizing he needs to take care of you first. 

"Let me tend to you first, my love." He whispers, arms wrapping around your waist as he helps you to your feet. You wince, gasping lightly from his hands on your twitching ribs. 

"How bad do you hurt?" Dutch asks, heart breaking when you wince as he helps you to your feet. You don't respond, figuring it will just be easier to show him.

Feeling numb inside, your fingers come to the buttons of your muddied blue blouse, and as soon as Dutch sees your intentions, he brushes your fingers away. His eyes are dark, pained, as he begins to undo the buttons. As more flesh is revealed to him, more discoloration is evident. He breathes heavily through his nose, saying nothing as the last button unclasps and he pulls the shirt down over your arms, leaving your torso bared to him.

Goosebumps arise on your skin as his fingers ghost over your bare torso, and he swallows thickly, taking in your body. He has seen you bared like this so many times before, but never has it felt this damning, this aggravating.

He can't believe that they've hurt you like this. They've hurt you. He won't let them get away with it, he will not let them live after this. Dutch will tear the O'Driscolls limb from limb if that's what it takes. He wants to ensure that they never spoil the air again with their wasted breaths. They don't deserve to live in a world in which you exist. He will ensure that they don't. 

Dutch runs his fingers over your aching ribs, and down the valley of your breasts as he inspects the purple, swollen skin there. His eyebrows are drawn together slightly from focus, and you see the moment that the question enters his mind. It pains your heart to see the fear in his eyes as they flicker up to you.

"Did anyone touch you…?" He asks, voice quieter than his usual booming tone. Immediately you shake your head no, face crumbling as you realize how much worse it could have been. 

Then he's wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling your head to his chest with a heavy, pained exhale. 

"It's okay, shh, my dear, I have you now." He coos, shushing your cries as he leads you to the bed. You cling to him until the backs of your knees hit the bed, and he urges you to sit on the plush cot. 

He cups your cheek, planting a kiss to your forehead before he backs away, going towards his wooden chest. He grabs a white shirt of his own, the pin striped one that he always wears. He certainly won't be needing white tomorrow. Then he grabs a bottle of tonic, bringing both back towards you.

He brings your chin up lightly with his fingers, bringing the bottle of tonic to your lips until you've drunk down enough to please him. And then he slides the shirt down over your head and arms, not bothering to unbutton it as it swallows you up.

"Tonic should help with the pain." He mutters, sitting down next to you on the bed. It dips under his weight as he lies down on the cot, gently pulling you into the crook of his side so as to not hurt you. Sniffling, you nuzzle against his chest, reveling in the warmth and safety that he provides. 

"They'll never lay a finger on you again." He growls to himself, eyes fixated on the ceiling as an instinctual, primal rage burns in his gut, "I'll make sure of it."

Dutch comforts you to sleep, knowing that he won't be getting any slumber tonight. Once your eyelids are fluttered closed, and your breaths grow slow and quiet, he looks over your arm draped across his chest. He sees the finger prints there, where some lowlife bastard has left his mark on your body. He sees the blossom of yellow and purple along your cheeks, and the fire in his eyes burns. 

The O'Driscolls can harm Dutch in whatever ways they wish. They can beat him, hang him, ship him to the gallows but touching even a hair on your head is a step too far. You're his, his family, his love, his life and he will be damned if someone gets away with harming you. Colm intended to get under Dutch's skin and it worked, now all the O'Driscolls will have to pay the price. 

The same O'driscolls that hurt you have moved camp, sitting comfortably under the stars, joking of the praise they'll receive for finding the Van der Linde. Little do they know that come morning, the devil himself will be on their doorstep, commanding death. Hurting you will be the last thing those bastards ever do. 

— — — —

You wake up to the sound of quiet rustling. It's still dark out, most likely very early morning. You roll onto your side, wincing slightly. Dutch is not in bed, but is fastening his gun belt over his hips. He's fully dressed, even adorning his black bowler hat. 

"I didn't mean to wake you." Dutch whispers at the sound of your rustling, and your eyes flicker up to his own as he turns to you. 

"Where are you going?" You ask, as if you need to. You already know what he's doing, and anxiety pangs in your chest at the idea. 

"Just have something I need to take care of. Don't you worry about it, my dear." Dutch responds, walking to the side of the bed. He cups your cheek, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before letting you go. 

"I have more tonic here, and Arthur is outside in case you need anything else. I've ordered him there until I return." Dutch says, sliding his ivory-gripped pistols into his holsters. You nod, wishing he would stay with you, but also wanting him to take down those monsters. 

"Dutch?" You whisper, watching as he steps towards the door, turning around at the sound of your voice. 

"Yes?" 

"Please be careful… and please hurry back to me." You say, hand extending out to him. He smiles, gripping your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

"I'll move mountains to get back to you quickly, miss." Dutch offers, squeezing your hand lightly before letting it go. 

And then he's gone, walking through the exit with haste.

He stops at the front of his tent, addressing Arthur who is sitting in a folding chair outside with a leg propped up. 

"If she needs anything at all, you get it for her. If something happens, if she even gets a goddamn papercut, send John to get me." Arthur nods, glancing up from his journal to take in his instructions, "And son? Thank you." Dutch tips his hat to Arthur then, stomping up towards The Count who is already saddled. 

He wastes not even a second, swinging his leg over the stallion and spurring him into the night. Tonight he's grateful for the Arabian. There's no animal that could get him across the plains faster. Dutch is nothing short of a force to be reckoned with, barreling across The Heartlands on his snow white Arabian. His pistols glisten in the moonlight, as does the growing rage in his eyes. It doesn't take long for him to take in his surroundings, and in the distance on top of the hill he sees a shouldering billow of smoke, rising up through the trees. With his eyes fixated on the smoke, he digs his spurs into The Count, urging him to pick up speed. In half a second he's close enough to see the outlay of the camp. It's the O'Driscolls alright. 

From a distance far enough to not be spotted, Dutch sees three O'Driscolls, clad in green scarves. They're joking around a campfire, laughing and talking loudly, toasting bottles of liquor. With a bubble of rage coming up in his throat, Dutch rides The Count straight towards the camp, not bothering to sneak. Drunk or just idiots, they don't see him coming until he's nearly in the camp. 

"Boys!" Dutch hollers, smiling as if greeting old friends. He's switched that famous Dutch van der Linde charisma on, smiling and raising his hands up in the air. The Count strides straight up to them, stopping once he's a handful of feet away from the fire. 

"That's Dutch van der Linde!" One yells, raising his revolver up, pointing it at Dutch with a downright panicked expression on his face. The other two shy backwards, raising their weapons with trembling hands. They had not expected Dutch personally, and certainly not so soon. They were expecting him to go after Colm, but Dutch wants these boys, the ones who hurt you. 

Dutch only raises his hands up in further surrender, sliding off The Count as he approaches the fire slowly.

"Now I don't want no trouble." Dutch says, taking a seat at a log by the fire. The O'driscolls look at eachother afraid and nervous, gauging what he's going to do. 

"Fine night tonight, isn't it?" Dutch asks, looking up to the moon with a chuckle. He rests his hand on his leg, keeping a charismatic demeanor as he does so. 

"Sure, now what you want? We ain't got no business with you." One spits out, revolver wavering from where it's pointed at Dutch. 

Dutch chuckles deep in his chest, a threatening glance landing over the three men across the fire.

"Is that so?" Dutch asks, taking into account that two of the three men have bruised, bloody knuckles. He squints his eyes, growling at the sight of your blood on their hands. 

"Which one of you is in charge?" Dutch asks, looking between the three, deducing that the man with no blood on his hands is most likely the one giving orders. 

"We only answer to Colm." The smaller of them speaks up. 

"Colm's not here… now I'll ask again, which one of you is in charge." Dutch growls, growing irritated with their lies. The two bloody-knuckled boys glance to the biggest man, and Dutch smiles. 

"Your name?" Dutch asks the large man. The leader is looking Dutch in the eyes, unwavering unlike his lackeys.

"Nicholas." The leader offers, not giving his last name. Dutch nods, leaning back on the log. 

"Tell me, Nicholas, would you condone your men here hurting a defenseless woman?" Dutch's gaze turns into knives, "Hurting my woman?" Dutch asks, standing from his position on the log. It's then that Nicholas sees the rage in his eyes, the unbridled ferocity that is about to be cast upon him. Nicholas stutters, standing up and backing away from Dutch slightly. 

"I ain't got no idea what you're talking about." Nicholas spits, keeping his gun raised at Dutch as he takes a step back with every one of Dutch's steps forward. 

"I think you do, boy. And let me tell you, you're gonna have to pull that trigger if you plan on stopping me." Dutch all but growls, stepping closer to Nicholas until he can see the fear in his eyes. Nicholas is ready to fire, but with the proximity, Dutch whips the revolver out of his hand, tossing it towards the treeline in one swift movement. Colm never worried about hiring good gunmen, the men are pathetic in their weapon skills, and Dutch knows this.

Dutch unholsters his own pistol then, ivory grip tight in his hand as he pulls the hammer down, aiming it towards the smaller men. 

"I suggest you drop those weapons." Dutch hisses, no room for argument as they toss their weapons aside, trembling. 

Then his attention is back on Nicholas, black eyes boring into the suddenly weak-statured man. 

"Now Nicholas, I'm not about persecuting an innocent man. So I suggest you tell me right now and I'll know if you're lying. Did you order these lowlives to put their hands on her?" Dutch growls, coming forward again until Nicolas stumbles backwards, back hitting a tree. 

"No! No goddammit, I didn't even see a woman!" Nicholas yells, afraid for his life and regretting all the decisions that brought him here. 

Dutch chuckles humorlessly, backing up from the men while keeping his gun at the ready to kill any of them. He backs away to a pile of blankets and food by the campfire, kicking it with his foot until he finds what he saw earlier when he was scouting the camp. His boot toes at an empty, walnut colored saddlebag, and he kicks it across the dirt, sending it straight down towards the O'Driscolls. 

They all pale, looking down to the saddlebag with your initials sewn into the leather with red thread, lined with ruby colored roses. Dutch fumes, watching as the boys' eyes flicker down to the pack they had stolen from your horse and then back up to Dutch.

"I thought I told you not to lie to me." Dutch hisses, holstering his gun before coming forward and gripping Nicholas by the collar, he slams the man against the tree, getting up in his face. The other two O'Driscolls dare not to move, shocked into a state of fear as they watch on. 

"We was just following orders-" Nicholas begs, whimpering before Dutch grips the handle of his knife from its holster and in one swift movement he plunges it into the man's gut. Nicholas gasps, gripping at the knife in his gut, but Dutch holds it steady, grinding it deep in his guy and turning the blade. Dutch holds eye contact with Nicholas, growling as the life begins to drain from the other man's eyes. Blood spews from Nicholas, all over Dutch as the weaker man gasps and grunts. Dutch leans into the other man's ear, making sure his voice is the last thing the bastard ever hears. 

"This is for her." Dutch growls, twisting the knife until he hears bones crunching before ripping the knife back out of him. Nicholas slides to the ground, guts and blood falling out as he slides down against the tree. Dutch kneels on the ground, wiping his bloodied knife on Nicholas's jeans to clean it off. 

"I'll see you in hell." Dutch growls, sliding his knife back into its sheath before turning to address the men off to the side. 

"You." Dutch growls, unholstering his pistol and aiming it at one of the boys' heads. 

"Where is Colm?" Dutch asks, voice as cold as ice. 

"S-six point cabin, up in Cumberland forest! Just please don't kill me!" The man rambles, trembling with his hands in the air as he tries to save his own life. With no hesitation, Dutch pulls the hammer down and in quick succession shoots twice, hitting both men in their chests. 

With the barrel still smoking, Dutch shoves his gun into its holster, looking around at the now quiet camp. It's still dark, and he glances down to his pocket watch. There is blood smeared on the golden chain, and he wipes it away to check the time. 

It's only been an hour, and he's satisfied that he still has time to join you in bed before the sun rises. Dutch whistles for The Count, rummaging through the camp and carefully stuffing your saddlebag with your stolen belongings. Once he has everything, he mounts up, glancing back to the three bodies only momentarily before spurring The Count back home to you. 

— — — — 

You perk up at the sound of his voice outside the tent. Resting up on your elbows, you listen as Dutch thanks Arthur and bids him goodnight. He doesn't come straight to the tent, instead you listen as he splashes his face in the water barrel outside, likely washing away the blood that is on his skin. He dresses down into his union suit, placing his stained clothes in a neat pile by the washing bin. 

You pull the blankets around yourself tighter, smiling as Dutch steps into the tent, quickly coming over to you.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, leaning down to brush a stray hair away from your face. 

"Better now…Come to bed with me." You plead, wincing as you slide over to make more room for him. 

He climbs in beside you, laying on his side. Facing him, you nuzzle into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. He's so warm, so strong and solid against your chest. You're sure that you can face anything with him by your side, protecting and loving you. You glance up at him through heavy eyelashes, seeing that he is lost in thought. 

"Hey?" You whisper to him, pulling his attention down to you. Immediately when his eyes land on yours, his lips break into a smile, and you can feel his chest thrum against yours. 

"I love you." You tell him, and though he's heard the words fall from your lips countless times, it still pulls in his chest. 

And then you lean up to him, ignoring the pain of your split lip as you press your lips against his, kissing him softly. He kisses you back, lengthening the intimate moment by placing his hand on your hip. When you pull away, catching your breath, you can see that Dutch is relieved, reassured that you're still here with him. He presses his forehead against yours, leaning in to press one gentle kiss to your nose. 

"I love you too… and I won't let anyone hurt you, not ever again." Dutch growls, pulling your head against his chest and holding you there. 

You know he will do everything in his power to protect you, but you also know that things like this are inevitable. You're going to get hurt, it's inescapable, and it's a thought that haunts Dutch often. But for now at least, you're safe, tucked into his arms, and he has no intentions of letting you go.

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[aventurine-official]

When Aventurine comes back to the Reverie late at night, he receives a present. There's a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, lilies and forget-me-nots in front of the door to his room. He receives a text from an unknown source. There's no way to track the sender, even with the IPC's technology. The message says:

You didn't notice, but I've been watching you for months. Only now I'm bit by bit starting to see under the surface. Your act is slowly breaking. There are cracks on your fake mask. How long can you keep it up? The truth is becoming visible to me, soon it'll be everyone around you. Be careful, gambler. You're begining to lose your game.

Ever since your arrival on Penacony, how many times have you been vulnerable in front of somebody else. Beautiful toys don't cry, have you forgotten what you've been taught so painstakingly? At the end of the day, you're not only an aventurine stone, are you?

You can't know my identity yet, but when your luck runs out and you finally lose, I'll find you. I'll be the last defense you have and the strongest one too. I hope the day is never going to come, but we both know it's close. How much longer can you last, beautiful peacock? You're not on your own. I'll be your guard.

If my findings are wrong, forget about this message.

- 👑

(NOT an anon signoff pls, don't add it)

*The blonde picks up the bouquet with sparkling eyes, smelling the fresh flowers. They're so, so pretty-- he wishes for a moment that it's Veritas who left them for him, but snaps himself out of his fantasy quite quickly. It's impossible the scholar could ever be so attentive, to somebody like him nonetheless.*

*As he contemplates how in the cosmos anybody could have known the names of his favourite flowers, his phone goes off. How strange-- he isn't expecting a follow-up from Topaz until tomorrow morning. Perhaps she's early?*

*Aventurine sighs, picking up his cellphone and unlocking it swiftly. A single notification lies in wait-- and the user cannot be indentified. The message is quite long... The gambler starts to doubt it was intended for his eyes, but the longer he reads, the more unsettled he becomes.*

*Someone is watching him? Someone who refuses to introduce themselves until his last moment? Mysterious, and a tad morbid-- he's sure he would have noticed somebody around...*

*Who is this person to judge his vulnerability? If they've noticed such things, they must have indeed been watching him closely... And yet he can't recall any of his acquaintances having this sort of tone.*

*'Beautiful toys don't cry'--The words are like a slap to the face, and the following question taunts him. Of course he hasn't forgotten-- the ink-black mark seared into the marred skin of his neck can't let him escape those awful memories even for a moment.*

*Several emotions stir inside the Avgin, and he's not sure whether to be fearful or outraged. He quickly redacts a response, his fingers trembling as he sends the message.*

Aventurine: Who are you and what do you want with me?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: Is this someone's idea of a sick joke?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: How do you know so much about me..?

⚠️The person you are attempting to contact is unavailable.

Aventurine: If you aren't lying...

Aventurine: I want your help

*The blonde inhales, thinking his next words over.*

Aventurine: I need it

Aventurine: If you really aren't messing with me, meet me in Dream's Edge at sundown tomorrow

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

*The gambler swipes away from the messages, the hot tears streaming down his cheeks going almost unnoticed as he opens his contact list and calls Ratio before he can think better of it.*

*He presses his back against the wall, sinking down to rest against the floor with a shaky breath as he listens desperately to the dial tone.*

Pick up, doc. Come on.

[jewbeloved]

HIIII, so I had this idea forma a long time, the main four but yandere x shy reader????? Pls 😭

Yandere Team Stan with a shy s/o🔪🥰🩸❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stalking intentions

Gender: Neutral

❤️🧡 The Main Four 💚💙

You were like, the shyest kid in the classroom is what most people would label you as.

You sort of barely talked to anybody else, in fear that you might make things more awkward or that person might seem bothered by you.

You thought that nobody was ever going to have their eyes on you and it stayed like that for a few weeks.

However, when you're walking through the hallways or home. You feel like somebody is staring at you and it doesn't sound like it's just one person. It's multiple.

You probably thought it was just night owls at night or deers in the morning.

But owls and deers don't send you letters in your locker or small gifts in your room. Do they?

Every morning you receive new letters and gifts in your locker, and at night you always find your window opened with more gifts in your room.

Your window being opened?

You though at first that you might have a secret admirer, but since you always find your window opened at night and that sends a chill down your spine.

So you decided to stay up and catch the culprit that has been opening up your window.

But you never saw your window being opened at all when you stayed up until morning.

You were confused, stressed, sleepy, and scared.

This routine continued for days. until one night.

You were drawing something in your sketchbook in the park since you were too paranoid to go home.

Just as you were about to pack up your stuff and leave, you caught a glimpse of 2 figures staring at you from behind the bushes.

They disappeared behind the bushes once they saw you staring right back at them.

You couldn't see who the people were because they only showed half of themselves.

You went over to the bushes to locate them. (Bad idea)

You were immediately tackled to the ground by 2 other figures.

You tried to struggle out of their grip until one of them pulled out a bat and knocked you out.

You woke up to see a blindfold over your eyes and felt ropes around you like you were tied to a chair.

You desperately tried to scream for help.

"Is it a good time to tape their mouth now???"

*muffles* (No, I like hearing their voice, it's cute)

"I agree"

"Me to"

Just by those voices, you knew that 4 people were in the room with you. Could they be the ones who kidnapped you?

"Uhm...can somebody take this blindfold off so I can see better..?" You asked quietly, hoping that one of them will take it off.

Silence led up the room for a min.

You then felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see 4 boys that you recognize from your school. You saw that they all had smirks on their faces.

You look around to see that you were back in your room. That's when you realized.....

"Y-You guys have been leaving me letters in my locker and gifts in my room from opening my window?"

They didn't say anything, only for Stan to move closer towards you.

He put both of his hands on your cheek making you look straight at him and the others.

"Together and forever <3" They all sang at the same time.

It would have been easy for you, If there weren't 4 of them.

But oh well, I hope you don't mind having to deal with 4 yanderes at the same time <3💙💚🧡❤️

I'm sorry this isn't what you wanted and it kind of look a bit rush.

I was busy catching up on my school work while taking breaks in between my requests on Tumblr.

[equallyshaw]

(i might do a blurb on his pov during those lost years)

YES!! i love seeing other povs!!

this takes place during 2018 christmas, june 2019 & summer 2023!

warnings: swearing! jack being immature lmao

send in more thoughts pls!!

everything that kailey did, annoyed the absolute crap out of jack. luke nor quinn had ever understood why, and jack never wanted to explain why. this christmas in particular was difficult, and missing a cherished member of the hughes family. kailey had been having a difficult time in highschool thus far, her sophomore year with luke. she decided that she was gonna fly up to upstate new york, to get away and be in a different environment. and truth be told, while she was dealing with bullies at school she was also dealing with a bully at home, and could never escape them.

☆

christmas 2018-

it was the day before christmas eve, and quinn had just flown in while kailey was flying out. he got into jims car and he could sense that something was wrong or off, "whats going on dad?" he questioned, nervous that it had to do with kailey. and he was right. "kails went to go visit my folks in upstate new york. she'll be back on the 2nd." he said and quinns eyebrows crinkled. "she's- she's having a really hard time at school and we already know that jack isn't helping. id rather ship him off if he didn't have practice." jim muttered and quinn sighed. "what is wrong with him? I've already spoken to him a lot this summer and he still isn't getting it." quinn said pulling out his phone to text kailey, "you're mom has about had it." jim said getting onto the expressway.

_

as soon as quinn walked in, he quickly went to go find jack who was with luke downstairs. "what the hell is wrong with you?!" quinn asked turning the tv off. "hey!" both younger brothers exclaimed, and quinn shook his head. "what is wrong with you jack, huh? why do you keep driving kails away!" quinn demanded but jack rolled his eyes, standing up. "no!" quinn said pushing him back on the couch, "tell me right now why our baby sister had to fucking flee because of you!" quinn exasperated, while luke stayed silent. luke knew exactly why.

jack shook his head, "do you not realize how bad it is at school? do you not realize the amount of bullying she gets, for you to only add to it here? what is supposed to be her safe place, is not!" quinn fumed and jack sighed. "if you don't say, i know luke will tell me exactly what i need to know. im giving you a chance to come clean." quinn said standing his ground. jack was silent, "what is it?!" quinn screamed one last time.

jack sighed once more, "its always about her, kailey this kailey that, when is it my turn?" he questioned and by the look on quinns face, you thought he was about to kill his brother. "seriously? you're jealous of your sister? you're jealous of somebody who doesn't play hockey, doesn't skate, plays her own sports and gets bullied? you're jealous of your sister who does whatever she can to blend in? are you stupid?" quinn said angrily. luke rolled his eyes, "he's just upset because mom and dad make sure that they are there for everything of hers. he's upset that she has more freedom, and gets the most support out of the two of us." luke butted in and jack glared at him. "you're an idiot, an absolute buffoon jack. last time i checked, you chose this. you chose to play hockey." quinn said shaking his head. "you are the reason why you guys moved here. she may be upset at that fact, but she's moved on from it. you give her so many reasons to not like you - but shes a better person because she still wants to do right by you. she wants to prove to you that she can be a good sister. do you not realize how much shit she puts up with from you, because she wants you to be her friend at the end of the day? and don't deny it, but i heard about the 'she's literally just a roommate' comment to the boys." quinn finished, before looking at luke. "i expect more from you luke, i expect you to stand up more to this idiot." he finished before walking upstairs to find his mom. he had a plane to catch to new york.

☆

june 2019- nhl draft.

kailey wanted to be anywhere but here. yet, her parents and quinn had convinced her to come to vancouver with the family. kailey would do everything in her power, to not stand out because she couldn't step out of line or else jack would throw a fit. it had been hard the past few months, but she kept assuring herself that she wouldn't have to put up with him for much longer. ellen pulled her daughter into a hug the morning of the draft, as kailey began to sob. kailey had been experiencing anxiety attacks for a while at that point and only her and luke knew about them. this morning she woke up in a panic, as soon as the alarm went off. she called her mom in a panic, from the next room door and she quickly rushed over. "i - i cant do it, i cant i wont i wont." she sobbed into her mom's chest. ellen rubbed her hand over her daughter's back, holding on as tightly as she could. but she knew that if she didn't give jack the attention is so craved, she'd also never hear the end of that. "i cant mom, i cant!" she exasperated, pulling away and sitting down on the bed. ellen sat down across from her on the extra bed, waiting for her daughter to say something. "im sorry, i cant do it. i cant support somebody that tears me down every chance he gets. i literally breathe and he finds an issue with it. im over it, im not making my self physically sick anymore." she said beginning to cry again. ellen and jim could never say or do enough to get him to stop, and none of the boys would say why exactly he had done what he'd done. they'd had it with him, taking away things and grounding him but none of it did a damn thing.

ellen had a sneaky suspicion of what it was, but would not hear the truth for awhile longer.

the family had just finished getting ready and were in jack's suite, filming as well. kailey on the other hand was in her bathroom, sitting on the tile floor puking her guts out. she had made herself so physically ill the whole day, and this was the only way for her body to dismiss it. quinn knocked on the door with luke before walking in, and realized that the room was empty. luke knocked on the door, and he quickly whipped it open when he heard gagging. "oh my god!" he said kneeling down in front of her, pulling her hair back as she puked. she sat back against the bath tub and the boys took in how hollow her eyes were. her skin pale, and exhaustion plagued her features. "whats going on?" luke asked pulling her against his chest. she shrugged, as quinn texted their mom. her eyes began to refill with tears, as luke pulled her in as close as possible. "i cant go. i wont allow myself to." she whispered for only luke to hear. "he doesn't deserve my support, anymore. i cant support somebody who doesn't love me or even like me." she said louder and quinn picked it up. he left the bathroom and room, and headed over to the suit that his parents and jack were in. as soon as he walked in jack smirked, "wheres the drama queen?" he mused, making sure his tie looked good. "she's sick." was all quinn said leaning against the wall next to ellen. ellen looked over at him, and she could tell what she was exactly sick with. "sick? i doubt that. she just needs the attention on her." jack said cockily, and quinn could kill him right there he thought. or, one chance to take a swing at him. "lukes with her?" ellen questioned, and quinn nodded. ellen walked out of the suite and walked over towards kaileys.

luke wiped kaileys tears, and smoothed down her wavy hair with his other hand. she had finally reached the end of her effort, she didn't have it in her to support the brother who always thought of her as less than. her personal bully had won, and was getting rewarded for it that day.

☆

spring 2023- may

quinn looked over at jack, who was busy typing away on his phone. quinn had just gotten back from brunch with kailey in detroit, and he was relieved to see how kailey was doing after her sophomore year of college. she had just gotten back from study abroad and had absolutely adored her time there. she had also spoken about how she was thinking about doing a semester at sea but wasn't exactly thrilled about the cost. but quinn wouldn't hear it, he was gonna make his baby sister as happy as he could, and make up for the lost years.

"listen, youre gonna help me do something for kails." quinn announced, without giving jack a choice. jack looked up from his phone, and gave him a 'wtf' look. "yeah right." jack said, returning to his phone. "no! you're gonna do this with me asshole. you are gonna make up for the lost years. you are gonna do right by kails, and you're gonna do this with me. she deserves to be happy, you didn't see how happy she was today. i haven't seen that big of a smile since we lived in canada man. i haven't see her so content. and you are not gonna fuck this up." quinn explained, and jack set his phone down while sitting up.

"why would i help her? last time i checked she doesn't speak to me or support me." he said like it was obvious. quinn rolled his eyes, "if you weren't so thick in the skull you'd realize just how much she supports you and how much she wants you to be happy. y'know she keeps up with all your stats, and watched games with luke this season. she asks me and luke all the time how you're doing, and whats going on with your life. maybe if you'd give her the time of day, she'd open up to you and she'd show you how much she loves you. these past three years away from you has given her perspective and grace, and you don't deserve any grace. but that's who she is, always looking for the benefit of the doubt and ever the optimistic person." quinn paused, "you're gonna be a nice brother and play the part, and you're gonna do this with me." quinn said not taking no for an answer. "she has no idea that were doing this, so don't give me the "shes gonna expect more of this." but you know deep down that she isn't that person. mom and dad didn't raise her to be that way, so wipe that thought." quinn said with intuition, knowing what was going on in jack's mind.

jack sighed, "what is it for?" and quinn smiled. "semester at sea. she wants to go to europe and asia, for the spring semester. we still have time to pay for it. she got accepted but was gonna decline when she saw the final amount after scholarships and financial aid, etc." quinn said pulling up the email he got from ellen. after he left brunch, he headed over to his parent's house to talk to them. they were more than elated that quinn wanted to do this for her because let's be honest. she deserves the absolute world.

_

a week later.

"quinn?" kailey called out after stepping into her parents house. she had received a text from quinn if she could meet her there, that afternoon. what she did not expect, was to see jack there with quinn. they two were in the living room, hanging out with everybody. "hey sweetie, come here!" ellen said patting the spot next to her. kailey eyed jack, as she walked over to the couch. he hadn't seen her in three years almost, and she had changed. changed for the better of course. "yes?" she questioned as the family looked at quinn and jack with smiles. "we wanted to do something for you, kails." quinn began. "think of it as a token of our brotherly love." jack said and quinn elbowed him, "you're in on this?" she questioned jack. jack swallowed hard and nodded, "umm." she said not sure how to respond. "here." quinn said standing up and handing her the envelope. it was a confirmation slip for the semester at sea and a flight to europe for docking. she took the envelope, and opened it up slowly. she saw the ticket before the confirmation slip, "oh my god? oh my god!" she said standing up and freaking out. her eyes filled with tears of gratitude, and hugged quinn. "thankyou thankyou thankyou." she said into quinns chest, and the family only laughed in response. "oh my god, i could cry." she said pulling back and looking up at her brother. "don't cry kails, it isn't necessary." he said and she shook her head. "ill repay you guys i promise! it might take awhile after graduation, but ill get there!" she said looking between jack and quinn, but they shook their head. "no! you arent repaying us a dime. we want to do it for you, we have the ability to so you don't need to worry." jack finally spoke up. worry was her middle name when it came to jackson.

"dont worry blondie, you deserve the opportunity to go, so you're going." quinn added and kailey frowned. "alright." she said softly before luke stood up and wrapped his arms around his sister. "you're gonna have to text me every day, send me all the pictures in the world. im gonna have huge fomo." luke mused and quinn second that. "come here." quinn said wrapping his arms around the other side of the girl, and she felt the weight of them. "god ii swear to god if you make me fall over." she said as the two boys laughed. quinn waved jack over, and jack fought with himself. he didn't know what to do. "get over here princess." kailey announced, and jack sighed standing up.

ellen snapped a quick picture of the four's group hug. ellen and jim looked at one another thinking the same thing, they hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter between kailey and jack. and hoped that jack wouldn't screw it up.

hope you enjoyed!!!

also quinn and luke to the rescue 🥺

[ariel26c]

i was somebody who send videos of myself to an account during january whom wanted naked videos in exchange for entering the void for them i was rlly dumb and i did it now im living my life in fear and shame im scared they will do bad stuff any second and im scared i will never enter the void state idk what to do pls give me some advice sorry if im being annoying

First off report the account if you haven’t already. Secondly never trust someone who is asking for large amounts of money or explicit photos of yourself in exchange to do things like entering the void. You can enter the void yourself without anyone.

I personally don’t know how to help you deal with that person because I wasn’t there and it was back in January. It could help if you could reveal the name of the account to spread awareness about this person’s bad intentions.

Despite this experience you can still enter the void. There’s nothing that can stop you from entering the void. The void is you. It’s not a place outside of you.

I’m sorry that happened to you. If there’s anyone that knows anything else that can be done about this situation that would be amazing.