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For several years now, you've dreamt of putting down ink to paper and writing a manuscript. In this work, everything makes sense. When you wake up, you forget it until the next dream.
One day, a book arrives in your mail. It's the same book you've been dreaming about writing all this time. The name of the author is unfamiliar to you, and it seems they are real and this book of theirs was recently published.
Nevertheless, the words and the sentiments are yours, you are sure of it.
What do you do with the book and the knowledge of authoring it?
tbh, this is one of my worst nightmares... i would donate it? just get it out of my sight by any means necessary, so i could forget the book's existence again. tangible proof of more ideas i failed to take seriously enough to write down and act on? endless regret in the form of a book i could hold in my hands? no thank you.
#you ask i answer#i struggle enough with forgetting things i want to keep#i have enough regrets#this is a damned good story prompt OP#sorry it took me so long to answer#čăăŚăăă°#çăăăă¨ćă
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Written for @steddiebingo.
Black Velvet, If You Please
12 Days of Christmas Prompt: Velvet | Word Count: 1113 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Steve | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Famous Corroded Coffin, Corroded Coffin Guys, Steve Trolling Eddie, Because He Loves Him
It's tacky. Kitsch. An oversized eyesore.Â
And it's perfect.Â
Steve couldn't be more pleased. It's exactly what he envisioned and more when he commissioned it.
He watches the artist carefully wrap it, then with their help, Steve picks up one side of the frame, both of them wrangling it carefully so they don't drop it, and carry it out to the waiting car. Gareth's behind the wheel, engine running, like he's the driver of a getaway car.Â
He kind of is. Eddie's gonna consider this a crime.
And Steve loves it.
They very carefully place it in the folded down backseat of Gareth's ridiculously huge SUV, which for the first time in history actually came in handy. Steve shakes the artist's hand, and then climbs in the passenger side.Â
"Well. Let me see it," Gareth says.
"It's wrapped, you can see it when we get it to the house," Steve explains. He's definitely not unwrapping it until they get it home safely.
Gareth mutters, but agrees, and puts the car into drive.Â
Heist over, bounty secured.
Once it's safely hidden away inside the pool house, Steve gently peels back the brown paper and cardboard that has been protecting it.
Gareth leans forward, as if that'll help him get a better look. It's huge. He could see it from across the lawn.Â
"Holy shit," Gareth says.Â
"I know," Steve laughs, delighted.Â
"It takes talent to craft something so magnificently ugly," Gareth says, and Steve agrees. It's ugly because it's on black velvet. That's kind of its thing. But it's not technically bad, nowhere near. It looks just like Eddie, and cost a pretty penny, but Steve definitely got his money's worth. Because the painting is damn good, and exactly what he commissioned.
But utterly and completely ridiculous.
Eddie â on black velvet.Â
Christmas is gonna be so good this year.
"Why are you talking all the pictures off the wall?" Eddie asks, laying on the couch, eating popcorn, watching the annual A Christmas Story marathon. He's said he isn't moving today, and Steve is taking advantage of that. Eddie won't ask too many questions, for once in his life. Because if he does, he's scared he'll have to help.
"Gonna dust the frames, maybe change things up," Steve says, clearing off the entire wall behind the couch.
Eddie just shrugs, and goes back to watching the Bumpus hounds wreak havoc on the turkey dinner.
And Steve turns back towards the wall, grinning to himself, as he carefully measures, then drills the new holes in the wall to anchor it.Â
It's like a black ops mission. Steve crawls out of bed just after four a.m. and when he gets downstairs, Gareth, Jeff and Goodie are all standing around waiting.Â
"Sorry. Overslept. I couldn't set an alarm," Steve whispers, and they just nod, looking tired. He appreciates them all getting up early on Christmas morning just to help pull this off.Â
Steve stands on one of the dining room chairs, Jeff on another while the other two hold the bottom of the giant frame.
"This is a ridiculous way to spend money," Goodie grumbles.
"Says the man with so many basses that he needs storage units, plural," Gareth banters back.
"Those are for work," Goodie snaps, a little too loudly.
"Sshh!" Steve shushes.
And in an unprecedented move, they stop fussing and fighting.Â
It's a Christmas miracle.
They get it hung, and the holes Steve drilled yesterday actually work perfectly. He was worried his measurements would be off, and then they'd be screwed. Eddie can sleep through anything, but maybe not power tools in the middle of the night.
"He's gonna shit," Jeff says, and Steve giggles. That about sums it up.
They scatter, back to their own homes, their own families, and Steve goes back to bed.Â
With no kids, Eddie isn't exactly raring to hop out of bed first thing in the morning, even on Christmas. This will work in their advantage.
Steve stays still in bed, waiting until he hears the first signs of movement from downstairs. They're back. After having Christmas morning with their families, they've all returned to see Eddie's face when he notices this thing for the first time.Â
Steve gets up, and heads down, and with help gets brunch started. They always do a full spread, the works, and today is no exception. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, ham steak, hash browns, and every burner and the oven are being fired up all at once.
The kids are all screaming at a dull roar, showing each other their new toys from Santa, and Harrington House feels like a home in a way it never did while Steve was growing up.
He loves it.
They finally hear Eddie moving around upstairs. He's loud, by nature, so there was no chance he was gonna sneak up on them.
Steve carefully wrapped the front of the painting after it was hung, anyway, so even if he did, they wouldn't miss his reaction.Â
"He's coming," Gareth says, stating the obvious.
"He's gonna kill you," Goodie says to Steve, "and I'm gonna tell him Gareth helped."
Gareth makes a noise, and Jeff steps in to intervene. They can't have bloodshed before breakfast.
Then Eddie's coming, heavy feet bounding down the stairs, and they all freeze. Waiting for him to go through the living room.
"What the fuck is that?" Eddie hollers, "Steve?!"
Steve just smiles, and throws his tea towel over his shoulder. When he walks through the doorway, everybody following, Eddie is standing in front of the wrapped painting.Â
"I don't know. Santa must have brought it," Steve lies, and Eddie turns to look at him.
"What'd you do?"
"Open it and find out," Steve says, and Eddie grabs a corner of the wrapping paper and tears. It doesn't come off in full, but it reveals a hint at what's to come.
"You did not," Eddie says, as he pulls more of the paper loose.
Steve did. He definitely did.
Eddie bends over at the waist and laughs, "I hate you. I hate it."
Then, he stands up, throwing his arms around Steve's neck, "I love it. I love you."
Steve laughs, that's about what he expected. And Eddie pulls away to study it again, as all their friends hoot and holler in the background, riling him up further as they all look at it.Â
Eddie, painted in his onstage glory, young and wild, on black velvet.
Steve watches as Eddie reaches out to touch the canvas, "Black velvet. Like I'm Elvis."
Yep. That's exactly what Steve had in mind.
Eddie turns back to grin at Steve, "Has Wayne seen this yet?"
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Notes: The "painting" image is from this statue of Eddie that's for sale. I thought I could make it look more like a painting than an actual picture from the show.
The title come from the song Black Velvet by Alannah Myles.
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When Johnny Comes Back pt13
I'd like to mention some of these 'titles' were from AO3 and I'm sorry for how some of these sound. I know a lot of these were truly bonkers and some were character-specific. Y'all better like them they're legit funny at times AND have plausible deniability. Also, just like...2 hours after posting part 12, I REACHED 100 REBLOGS!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Sorry it took so long! I guess I hit a writer's block.
tags: @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and @beelzebee
part1, part12
âPoison Breaker. Affirmative Sir. Operation: Deep Infiltration. Whispers of the Damned.â
HuhâŚthose sound familiar?
âUndercover assets. Trapper Keeper. The Art of Subtlety. Hotline.â
ThoseâŚ.are just titles of sites youâve visited? You think. You donât memorize the hundreds of sites you visit.
âTactical Submission. All Thatâs Said In Low Light. The Captainâs Private Orders. All the Sins You Never Had the Courage to Commit. Silent Weapons, Soft Target. To Drive a Man to Madness. Covert Rendezvous.â
Soap looks confused, which isnât a good look right now. âWhatâs all this?â He seems to say as he looks at you. You look confused as well.
You Don't remember this as being a part of your research.
This Wasn't Part Of Your Research.
âSir Yes Sir. Directive 69: Breach & Enter. Man In Uniform. Under the Hood: Sensitive Material. Bravo Six: Going Dark. Decompression Protocol. Advanced Recon: Close Quarters. Mask-On Compliance. Command Authority: At Ease.â
Johnny looked even more confused. ThatâsâŚa lot more than you showed him. You didnât tell him about any of this and by the sounds of it it seems important.
âLow-Profile Insertion. Kylassified BBC. Private Briefing: The Captainâs Touch. The Alpha Lieutenant. Engagement Protocol.â
Wait. Alpha Lieutenant? that sounds so familiar to you.
âExplosive Affairs. Now You See âem, Now You Donât. Help Me Out (Get Me Off).â
âHen whatâs this?â Soap whispers sharply to you.
âSomeone to Bleed. Silent Takeover. Behind Enemy Lines (Barracks Edition). Black Ops Ships.â
Ships?
Ships??
SHIPSSS??
SHIIIIIIPPSSSS??!!
No
no please god no
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
��Modern Warfare Collection. C4 & Chill. Op Order: Stand to Attention.â
Soap looked worried at your panicked look.
'What are you hiding?'
âSlow Burn Deployment. Headcannon: Operator Edition. Cold War AU. Warzone AU. Infinite Warfare AU. Ship Week Prompts.â
âThis isnât what it looks likeâ you whisper back but itâs not very convincing when the words Cold War, Warzone and Warfare is coming out of Rossâ mouth
âModern Warfare Drabbles. Modern Warfare Oneshots. Multi chapter AU Missions. Modern Warfare PWP. Kinktober: Advanced Warfare Edition. Fix-it-Fic: After Action Report.â
Heâs literally reading your fucking fanfic history.
âCanon-Divergence ABO AU. WIP Modern Warfare 2.â
ABO?! fml thatâs like the worst one?! What could be worse!?
âCoD x Reader."
tHaT wAsN't a fUcKiNg cHAllEnGe rOsS!!
"Reader Inserts: Classified Quarters. Modern Warfare Imagines.â Ross finishes as if he didnât completely and utterly demolish your dignity in one fell swoop by reading your fanfic history right in front of Johnny
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.
.
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âCare to explain all that maâam?â Ross asks innocuously Now, all three men turn towards you for answers, though Soap is still on your side, he wanted your explanation
You clear your throat, finding it suddenly dry. Was it always hot in here or was it just you?
âIâŚ.umâŚâ
At the hesitation, Milton and Ross perk up âThose are justâŚ.fictional stories I like reading.â You vaguely say
âHmm. Thatâs an awful lot of them military themedâ
You nod hastily âyep!â You squeak âIâm justâŚ.really into itâ
yeah Iâm sure you are you whore
All three of them seem to scrutinize you under their gaze. The agents gaze spoke of suspicions and Soapâs never knew you were into that bonny
âSo all of this is just a curiosity? You seemed to stay up late on these sites. All these titles are cause for suspicion in one way or anotherâ
you doubt that but I guess they wouldnât understand what some of these terms would be
âY-yeahâŚthe stories arenâtâŚ.focused on military stuff anyway itâs justâŚ.silly stories about the charactersâ you force out as you wish the ground would swallow you whole. They donât even seem convinced as you experience an ego death right next to Soap. âItâs harmless! Honest!â You say, digging yourself into a deeper grave.
âCould you show us one of themâ Milton challenges
Iâd rather you shoot me but okay! You pull out your phone and go on AO3
âLass what are you doing?â Soap whisper hisses at you, thinking itâs bad.
âNothing. Donât worry about itâ you whisper back. You try to findâŚâŚnothing too weird. That shouldnât be too hard right?
right?
You show him the beginning of some slow burn. Nothing crazy happens in the beginning of a slow burn right?
You all sit in silence as old ass men read fanfiction titles right fucking in front of you with varying expressions. But you only had one expression: Pain.
Soap looked like he wanted answers but is waiting till they leave âSo theyâre really justâŚ..stories..?â Ross gruffs
âYep! Nothing classified here!â You wheeze Ross of course decided to scroll all the way to the top before you could stop him and read the fucking tags you unwillingly flinch in embarrassment and take back your phone so he doesnât seen anyâŚ..inappropriate tagsâŚ.and you pray they didnât. You look at your phone and Daymn these tags are pretty good but not something youâd show your parents. HeâŚdidnât read them did he??
DID HE?
Milton doesnât seem to notice and continues with the questions âso theyâre unrelated to earlier searches?â
âYEP!â Your voice cracks
âDoes your âfriendâ also have theseâŚ.âinterestsââ
âUhhhhâŚâŚmaybe? Iâm sure sheâd like some of themâ
Ross seemed to have enough âalright. SeemsâŚ.harmless enoughâ
âDoes your friend know anything about deeper searches or your husbandâs occupation?â Milton checks again
husband
âU-umâŚ.she knows heâs in the militaryâŚâ you dodge the fist part of the question but âAnd the searches?â Milton wasnât having any of that
âI didnât send her anything I know is classifiedâ technically not a lie
âDid you tell her anything classified?â
âI never knew I even read anything bad! I was just curiousâ
please leave please leave please leave
They didnât like that. But what could they do? They shoot Soap a look. He shoots one back, as if to say âleave it to me gentlemenâ
The men nod âthank you both for your cooperation.â Ross grunts. They move to stand up and you relax slightly Ross straightens his tie as he talks âBe mindful of where you look and who you share it with. Curiosity could get you in serious trouble if you end up on the wrong side of a security breachâ
âIf you have any questions about classified material, there are legitimate channels.â Milton eyes you both.
pfff! âLegitimate Channelsâ?! If you wanted to watch hours of propaganda youâd watch marvel movies
Ross casually pockets his notebook filled with information the CIA couldnât waterboard out you. They start to see themselves out but then-
âHold it right there folksâ Soap objects. The men turn to look at him. âAre ye gonna stop watching us? Iâm not too keen on being monitoredâ
The men exchange glances âweâll be in touchâ
Soap doesnât seem satisfied with that. Seems he still needs toâŚ.do things under your table and need their heads away.
âAye. Aye. I Ken itâs yer jobs tae be cunts. Iâm one myselfâ he reminds âbut Iâd like tae take a look at her âinvestigationâ myself and dinae want tae be watchedâ
Oh so thatâs why
The men look at each other, straighten up, and try to make him understand âItâs not in our hands sergeantâ Milton speaks âwe can try to put in a good word. But we canât make guaranteesâ
Soap thinks for a moment âaye, I shoulda known...Hmph. Thatâs alright gentlemen. Iâll just tell my captain and Laswellâ
The men look even more serious âalright. Iâm sure theyâll clear her name for you.â They start to see themselves out again but before they could fully leave, the older one, Ross turn his head back and says âItâs got to have you back sergeantâ before finally leaving.
Both of you sigh in relief, the tension seeming to leave you both as you relaxed but neither of you are relaxed at all. Your dignity was in complete shambles, you had a lot to explain and Soap now had another mission as soon as he came back.
A long silence befalls both of you. Neither of you knowing what to say and needing to contemplate. You were there, reality crashing on you realizing how youâve just stumbled into and Johnny? Heâs now just had a new list of objectives to complete:
1. Interrogate you, why didnât you tell him about those? are you hiding something from him? Have you been lying about what you know?
2. Tell Laswell and Price everything he knows and everything that happened. He already sent screenshots, they havenât responded, and thereâs beenâŚ..recent updates to suspicious activity he has to investigate.
3. Try to clear your name. But only if heâs concluded you deserved it. And heâs worried you didnât deserve it. Those titles did sounded suspicious
4.Contact the shadow. How dare he talk to his wee bonny lass? Was it random? Was it bait? Was it targeted? Was it a part of something bigger he might not survive?
As both of you were processing the events, neither of you knew what to say. Soap braved a glance at you, you were looking right at himâŚwanting to speak but not knowing how to start. His eyes softened. How could he think anything malevolent of you? Heâs sure you have an explanation. He put his signature teasing smile on his face.
âHusband eh? Looks like they made it official for us.â He jokes
You look surprised, before slowly cracking a small laugh and shaking your head. He smiles at the sight: you, on laughing at his antics on his bare chest. His solider brain impelled him from the side of his mind that he usually shut down when he came back to demand
To demand answers now.
But you were precious.
Too precious
But he had a job to do. His Call of Duty
âLassâ he clears his through and tries to keep his tone lighthearted as to not alarm you but the look in his eye was serious. âCare tae explain all thaâ? Ye said ye told me everythingâ
Your eyes widen and your cheeks start heating up, you shove your face back into his chest, an action that would usually have his heart beating faster and his grin wider, but not now, cuz thatâs MiGhTy sUsPiCioUs. His eyes grow even more serious. âWhatâs wrong bonnyâ his pet name sounds forced âare ye hidingâ something?â
You donât seem to catch the weight of his tone, too engulfed in the absolute embarrassment of the events. Bad news. âLassâ he says through clenched teeth. âCare tae explain?â He fights the urge to grip your hair and force eye contact. He needs answers.
You catch on and snap your head up âI-i-itâs not what I-it l-l-looks like! I can explain!â
no you can't
oh god how am I going to explain I read smutty military fanfiction?! HEâS IN THE FUCKING MILITARY
âYe said ye told me everythingâ
âI did!â
âThen what was all that? You didnât show me all those.â
âI-I-I answered truthfully! Honest!â
âSo all thâ was jusâ stories?â He asks, suspicious
âYes! I promise!â
âAbout what?â
"JustâŚ.some..military stuffâ
âYe seemed eager tae make sure sheriff Sunburn and Deputy Mustache dinnae read it.â He presses
âItâs justâŚ.umâŚ.about the characters themselves. Like about lieutenants, soldiers, sergeants, mercenaries. Not about combat or battleâŚ.usually..â
So youâre learning about their means to an end? The average person doesnât read hours of Mein Kampf, Das Kapital, The Art of War, The Turner Diaries etc for the writing style. So he scowls more as if thatâs worse âanâ why would ye want tae know that?â
âJustâŚâŚfor fun..â
âFer fun?â
âHmm hmmâ you force out.
Oh lord, if youâre listening, please help. I know we haven't always gotten along with my reading history and every thought I have when Johnny is shirtless but please!
âThen why donât I have some âfunâ too? Give me your phoneâ he challenges, determined to find you out. Your eyes widen and your throat goes dry
oh lord please no
Your reaction seemed to confirm his suspicions and I look of betrayal and denial seeped into his face. You lied to him? You lied?! What were you plotting?
The look on his face broke your heart and you panicked more âI-i-itâs not bad! Honest! C'mon I need you on my side Johnny! You know Iâd never do anything bad!â
âHonest?â He seemed to mock âwell if ye wanna talk about honesty. Letâs talk about how ye went behind my back and learned everythinâ Iâve been trying tae hide from ye, only for you to end up being someone Iâd fight against and ye wonât even let me not believe it!â
âNonononononoâ you shake your head. Then. You sigh, defeated
ââŚ..donât laughâŚâ
Soap seemed to ease up at that.
âItâsâŚ..uhâŚtransformative works based on preexisting concepts made by regular civiliansâ
âDoes it end with the army lads plantinâ a bomb or rescuinâ a kitten? Iâm sure âThe Captainâs Private Ordersâ and âOperation Deep Infiltrationâ sound like stories with happy endings. Next thing I see is you pitchingâ American Sniper tae our wee Simon fer a bedtime storyâ
oh they have happy endings alright
You groan and place your hands in your hands âtheyâre not even about military bullshit! Theyâre about military video game characters!â You slip
ââŚ.storiesâŚ..about video game...militaryâŚâ he mumbled to himself. ThenâŚslowly, his entire demeanor shifts. His shoulders drop and his face twist into disbelief
âNo. fucking. wayâ he looks at you but there was no malice, making you foolishly relax as well âwhat?â
âLassâŚâ
âJohnny?â
ââŚwere ye readinâ fanfiction?!â He yells in absolute disbelief!
âW-what! I-I-Iâ
âDonât try tae lie tae me sweetheart!â He laughs, and despite it being at your expense pride swelled in your heart at making him laugh so hard. âYe wee filthy lass!â He laughs.
âN-no!!â You yell in a blushing defense but that just confirms his suspicions further and he wasnât having any of that. You're dignity was going for a round two and there is no tap outs avaliable
âI cannae believe it! The wee Innocent Princess has a dark side! Tell me lassie, do ye like the idea of a big mean soldier tossinâ a wee ting like you and fuckinâ her silly?â
âItâs not all smutty!â You slip up. Well shit now youâve confirmed it!
âIs that so? are they all big dark, brooding and misunderstood?â He keeps going, merciless âor are they too busy shagging each other? Anâ Iâm right here! Without the plot holes or filers! Iâm proper jealous! Am I not strong enough fer ye Bonnie? I promise Iâm a better fuck than Audie Murphy!â He laughs, clutching his chest in faux heartbreak
âNoooooo!â
âDae the lads recite Shakespeare tae woo ye? I should try thaâ! O, my sweet lass, how doth thy beauty compare to a well-placed grenade?ââ
âOkay well fuck you too Johnnyâ
âye wish! Is this what yeâve been reading at night?! All cozy in yer Jammies readinâ about an alpha male in yer bedroom? I gotta see this!â
âJounnyyy!!â you shove your face into your hands, unable to face him
âWhatâs yer favorite one lass? âTactical Submissionâ? â*Deeeep* Infiltrationââ he leans in close to you, making sure to be right in front of your hands on your face
âWhat was it again? âCaptainâs Private Ordersâ? I could give ye orders if ye like lassâ
âOh Iâm sorry Sergeant jealousy, I didnât know it was part of protocol to get your CV before reading in what I thought was the privacy of my home!â You whine into your hands then he grips your wrists and rips them away to revel in your shattered dignity
âI dinae think the day would ever come where Iâd find this about ye! Are ye that patriotic or have I swooned ye? I shoulda went in tae makinâ porn! Then at least yeâd be Diddling tae a proper braw belter!â
You groan so loudly you sound like an angsty teen on their phone. You look away, your face too hot to breath properly âWho needs recruiters when they have me! Are you tryin to tell me somethin lass?â He leans in way too fucking close making it hard to breathe.
You whine indignantly âyeah!â You choke out. His eyes brighten and it pisses you off more right now âl found that that military men are really sexy! Youâre just a shit example!â You yell out.
He throws his head back in laughter. Finally you can breathe without his smothering proximity. âAwww lass! Donât be like thaâ!â
You huff and donât meet his face
âLassieâ he calls out, still holding your wrists
âFuck off Johnnyâ
âAwww donât be like that hen. Iâm sure itâs a nice way tae keep warm when the real thing isnât thereâ
âJohnny I swear to god I will sell you to foreign forces for a corn chip if you donât shut the fuck upâ
âFee a corn chip? Nae Iâm sure you can bargain fer better.â He grins wider and leans back in âlikeâŚsayâŚ.a night with one of their soldiers.â
âJohnny I swear to god-â He gasps as if he suddenly got an idea âYe really should show me some!â Your eyes shoot open in horror
âabsolutely not!â You yell âainât no way!â
He whines and places both hands in the couch âwallâ behind you, encasing you. You knew he was going to try and roll persuasion. He rolls a 19 but you roll a 20 on insight and see his roguish mischievousness through those twitter-blue eyes. He lowers himself a bit and looks up at you with those big blue pupper eyes, itâs especially ethos with those bandages âBonny-â he starts, dripping with faux sincerity
âNo.â
âLass pl-â
âI said no Johnnyâ
âHenâ
âI said NO Johnny! I will throw Simon at you donât test me!â
He whines like a dog and encircles me more, trying to apply pressure.
âPrincess.â
You sigh, hot faced with anger and embarrassment âwhat.â He grins.
âI love yeâ
Though those sad puppy eyes were optimized to disintegrate your will, they were gleaming with mischief
âshut itâ you shove him off to run away but he throws himself on top of you like a clingy dog and pinning you on the couch âdonât gooo, say it baackâ
âGet off me!â You whine, fantasizing about locking yourself into your bed room and scream into your pillow
âNot until he tell me Iâm more braw then the Bawbags ye read about!â
âFat chance sergeant suds!â You struggle under his the immovable object that is Johnny with the unstoppable force that is your rage.
But then-lightbulb!
đĄđĄđĄ
Heâs taught you many things, some of which includes how to evade capture by government agents and how to get out of being pinned. You decide to use one of the tricks he taught you. Usually it might not work on the big bad sergeant soap, but heâs sore, fresh out of the hospital, and hasnât worked out in weeks. Heâs not at full strength. Youâve got this!
âWell then yer stuck here!â He taunts and continues to make fucking fun of you âWhy donât ye write naughty fanfiction of me? Iâm amazinâ!â
âOh Iâve got a naughty story for you Sergeant!â
You hook your legs around his waist, shutting him up quick. You shift your hips, buck up hard, pushing your knee against his hip. The unexpected momentum makes him yelp and it rolls him enough to loosen his hold as he instinctively tries to catch himself from falling off the couch.
âlong. live. the king!â
You snake an arm free and shove his shoulder with all your Disney movie might, tossing him off the couch with a thud
You scramble to your feet as he stares in surprise âI know all your tricks Sudsy!â
âI taught ye that! Y-ye traitor!â He groans. You turn to skiddadle away.
âHoney wait!â He calls after you but nope! Youâre gone! He shoots up to chase you. You slam your door and lock yourself in your bedroom to sulk, scream, punch something and pout.
âThis isnae over Bonny!â He says truthfully, not only was there the other stuff to take care of but he has to read some of that! âYou cannae escape me forever!â
âI just did!â You scream through your bedroom door and flop on the bed to scream.
âThis is war bonny! And I donât lose!â You can hear his laughter from the other room. He stands there, arms crossed as if waiting for you to come out. After a few beats of silence he decides to grant you a shred of mercy and leave you to your pain. He moves to drop on the couch. He still has work to do, but at least heâs sure youâre definitely innocent. Well, innocent in terms of crime. He still hasnât read those fics.
He sees Simon and tries to pet him. Simon, however was having none of that. He was being malicious mean and scary and stares at Johnny with a sneer that could curdle dairy as if to say that crime wise his hands are not the cleanest.
He has concluded that Johnny Upset You and refuses to be pet by him till an Official Pardon has been issued by the princess herself.
He hisses grumpily like heâs saying âyouâve angered the queenâs envoy, human. No cuddles for youâ and enters your room to comfort you. How? Oh heâs got a dream. Lol jk. Like this:
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Written for Fictober 2024!
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Day Thirty Prompt: "I won't let you down."
Summary: Grant's SO is tackling the biggest project SciTech has to offer an academy student, and he's about to be dragged into helping with it.
Word Count: 2,879
Category: Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Out of every single other member in your class, the board has decided to trust you with this assignment. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"
I kept my face carefully neutral, a skill I'd learned from my Ops boyfriend. Inside, my heart was racing and threatening to make an escape across the room and out the door, but in front of the entire SHIELD SciTech Academy board? I could not let that show.
Instead, I kept my back straight, and forced the slightest of smiles onto my face.
"Yes, ma'am. I am up to the challenge. I promise, I won't let you down."
"Good. We look forward to seeing what you come up with."
I kept the smile on my face and nodded, leaning forward enough to be at the very edge of a bow. Then, I turned on my heel and kept my head high as I walked out of the room. My boyfriend had taught me exactly the body language required to convey confidence, and I was putting all of it to use right now.
The second I cleared the doors, I let everything drop.
I took off at a sprint through the hallways of the main SciTech building, ducking through the hallways I knew better than anywhere else on earth, avoiding anybody that might try to stop or question me. I didn't slow down, even once I made it outside. Instead, I sped up, heading for the edge of the SciTech campus.
I was in my last year at the Academy. I was at the top of my class, so for a final project, the board had tasked me with creating a new tool for Field Agents and Specialists. They wanted something the agents could have on them that worked like an emergency button, transmitting information and location if the need arose. But, they also needed it to be basically undetectable to any sensor, easy for agents in the field to operate and conceal, and durable enough to do its job no matter what punishment it got put through. A nearly impossible task outside of these walls, and despite my preparation, still pretty damn hard for me.
I'd been workshopping a prototype for a similar idea all semester, and the board knew it. They liked what they'd seen, so they'd made it my job to finish a true prototype for them to present and then further develop on Monday. It was currently Friday, and my project still had one gigantic, glaring weakness.
No matter what we could come up with in the lab, our field inventions almost inevitably came back with complaints from the agents who actually used them. We could run simulations and tests and try to recreate conditions pretty well in the lab, but it never stood up to the hardships of actually being in the field like we thought it would. Which meant, if I wanted to keep my promise to the board and my standing within SciTech, I needed to get creative.
Fortunately for me, I happened to be dating the best Operations student in generations. Grant Ward and I had met last year and we'd been happily dating ever since, despite how hard it could be sometimes to spend time with each other from different Academy campuses. We'd found workarounds whenever and wherever we needed to.
Thank goodness we'd both agreed to spend time breaking the rules at the beginning of our relationship. I was on the brink of a crisis, and I didn't have time to try to find a way to break into the Fort Knox that was the SHIELD Operations Academy.
In almost record time, I made it to Grant's dorm, using the routes we'd scouted together forever ago. Luckily for both of us, he was a senior enough student with high enough standing to have his own small apartment. I quickly scaled the wall to his second story window, something else I'd learned how to do from Grant.
I didn't even pause as I climbed through the window, landing in Grant's bedroom. I didn't see him, so I closed the window behind me and then hustled into the small living room/kitchen at a jog. I found Grant in the middle of the room, apparently halfway through walking to the kitchen, but he froze in his tracks and was already looking at me as I burst into the room.
"Grant! Thank god you're home. I need your help."
Before I knew what was happening, Grant had pushed me behind him. He kept one hand on my waist, and when I turned to see what the hell he was doing, he had a gun in his other hand and was alternating pointing it at his bedroom door and the front door.
"What's wrong?" he asked me without turning around, his voice deadly serious. I fought to hold in a laugh and didn't bother fighting back against the smile.
"Not that kind of help," I said. "Sorry for scaring you, though."
Slowly, Grant holstered his gun and turned around to face me. Both his eyebrows were raised in a demanding type of question.
"You run in here like you're being chased by a murderer and it's not that kind of help?"
"No, but it is the kind of help that will determine my entire future and has the potential to ruin me and everything I've ever worked for in my entire life ever."
Grant just stared at me for a moment. He blinked, slowly, then let out a long breath. Finally, he nodded.
"Alright. What do you need help with?"
I blew out a breath of relief, then quickly explained the situation to Grant. He'd heard plenty about the leadership of SciTech and how important it was to me to keep impressing them, so this latest project and its associated stakes weren't news.
"So... what exactly do you want me to do?" he asked once I'd finished telling him about the events of my meeting. I gave him the most charming, persuasive smile I could manage, and he immediately frowned.
"I want you to try out the device I've put together. I have a few prototypes, and it's easy enough for me to make another handful for testing. I need feedback on how well they actually work for the intended purpose, for field and ops agents, in a way that I can't predict or test in the lab."
Grant sighed, then nodded and held out one hand towards me.
"Alright. Give me the thing, let's do this."
I grinned. "I love you so much."
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Grant and I spent the rest of the day and then some putting my device through various tests. Exactly as I'd been expecting, when Grant took it through various exercises that he went through at Ops, the device had weaknesses I hadn't predicted. From static electricity via crawling across the carpet turning the thing on before its time to the waterproofing failing after being submerged for too long, Grant and I found one problem after another, and each time, I fixed the issue.
"Okay, what if we had standard placement be on the stomach," I suggested, sticking the little round disk of my latest prototype just above Grant's belly button. "Would that protect it from the kind of weapon strikes we don't want it taking on your forearm?"
Grant hummed. "Maybe, but it's no garuntee. Besides, you want an agent to be able to activate the thing when we don't have another option. If my hands are tied behind my back, I won't be able to get to it."
"Dammit. You're right. Okay... what do you think, then?"
"How about the wrist, on the pulse point? I can probably find a way to activate that no matter what, and if a weapon really hits hard there, it won't matter if the device is destroyed."
I frowned. "I hate it when you talk like that."
"I thought you wanted good, honest feedback to improve this device for the SciTech board."
"Yeah, but I still don't like to hear my boyfriend talking about ways he could potentially die." I huffed and crossed my arms. "Still, you're right, and it's a good idea. But... maybe I can find a way to give the device a little death sequence."
"...Meaning?"
"Meaning, if it gets fatally hit like that, it automatically activates. And maybe I could even get it to deploy something that'll have a chance at stopping the bleeding."
"That would be pretty impressive," Grant agreed. I nodded, my mind already whirling with the possibilities.
"Okay. Okay, let's try to add that in, and then we can run it through the tests again."
Grant's eyebrows shot up. "The same tests we just did? Again?"
"Yeah. If I make major changes like that, we need to make sure it doesn't compromise any of the existing systems. Which means re-checking the systems we've already figured out."
Grant let out a long sigh and shook his head. He walked over to me, put an arm around my shoulders, and placed a kiss on the top of my head, then moved towards the kitchen.
"I don't understand why you like all this stuff. But I'll brew some coffee, since you're gonna need it. And I'll make sure the Ops pool is reserved for us when you finish your updates."
I grinned. "You are seriously the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?"
"What was that?" Grant asked, looking up from the coffee pot and feigning innocence like he hadn't heard me. I just smiled and shook my head.
"I said, you're the best boyfriend in the world."
Grant's feigned surprise immediately morphed into the charming smile I loved so much.
"Good. Just checking."
We spent the rest of the weekend like that, making updates and improvements to my little device and then testing how well they worked. Despite Grant's differing opinion, I genuinely loved doing this, more than just about anything in the world. But, even if I'd hated it most of the time, I would've put in the same amount of work for this project. It could very literally save my boyfriend's life some day in the future, after all. Now was not the time to half-ass something and call it good, even without the pressure of the SciTech board looming over me.
Finally, by about two in the morning on Monday, we'd managed to put the device on the wrist through every single test without fault or flaw. It worked as intended, and not a moment before it was supposed to, and if it was destroyed it sent out a final beacon and deployed some emergency blood clotting tech before it went. It was perfect.
"Thank you so much for all your help on this, babe," I muttered, the sleep finally digging its teeth into me now that my task had been accomplished. Grant and I had flopped down on the couch while I'd been going over the data, and now I curled against his side, resting my head on his chest. "I seriously couldn't have done it without you."
"Yeah, you could've," he said, stifling a yawn of his own as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It would've taken you longer, but we both know you still would've pulled this off eventually."
I hummed, a smile on my face as I curled further into Grant's chest.
"Thanks, babe. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
He kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped tight around me, and that's the last thing I remember before the world faded to black.
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"Babe. Baby. Come on, you need to wake up."
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and rolling away from the voice of my boyfriend trying to wake me up for god knows what reason.
"Sweetheart, you have your presentation today. You need to get up."
And just like that, I was wide awake.
I shot straight up, my heart dropping all the way to my stomach. I was in Grant's bedâI guess he'd moved us before passing out himselfâbut I had no idea if he'd remembered to set an alarm last night. If I missed this presentation, after all the work we'd done-
"It's okay, you have plenty of time," Grant said, probably reading the panic on my face. "It's six thirty, you have another two and a half hours to get ready and get back to SciTech."
I turned to Grant with a scowl.
"You woke me up at six thirty in the morning?" I demanded.
"...You wanted me to let you sleep later?"
I huffed and threw the covers off my legs, scowling as I stood.
"No. I need time to wake up, get back to SciTech, get ready, put together my presentation materials, practice my presentation... I need the two and a half hours. But I'm still mad you woke me up at six thirty."
Grant snorted, but I caught him staring at me with a fond smile in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
I moved as quickly as I could, gathering the materials I needed and that I'd brought with me to Grant's apartment, then giving him a quick kiss and heading back to the SciTech campus. I showered, put on my most impressive professional outfit, and then spent almost all my remaining time putting the finishing touches on my presentation. Luckily for me, I knew the device in and out after how I'd spent my weekend, and I was absolutely confident in what it could do. Both things helped immensely when it came to giving a good presentation.
I walked into the main building of SciTech with my head held high, and this time it wasn't an act. I found the board waiting for me, and I didn't hesitate to launch into my presentation with absolute confidence. The surprised, excited reactions came almost immediately, and they only fueled my confidence and excitement.
Of course, everyone had a few questions, but I answered them easily. When I'd finished answering questions and officially completed my presentation, the board literally clapped. I beamed at them; I wasn't sure they'd ever done that before.
"Excellent work," said the SciTech chair, her smile beaming. "This is above and beyond what we could've expected. We'll put it through a few final tests, but honestly, I don't expect it to need much. I know you're in the middle of your final semester here, but be prepared to take a trip to the Hub before graduation to help us present this development to Director Fury himself."
My heart exploded in my chest, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I shook hands and said thank yous before heading out of the room. I had a slightly dazy smile on my face as I walked through the SciTech halls, and my shoulders were relaxed for the first time in days as I stepped through the front doors and into the bright sunlight.
"Hey!"
I jumped so high I might've cleared the first floor windows at the sound of a voice coming from the bushes. I whirled around to find Grant crouched there, lurking in the shadows like a murderer.
"Grant? What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice low. He wasn't technically supposed to be on our campus, and I didn't want to get him caught, but he'd also just given me a damn heart attack.
Instead of answering, Grant reached up and grabbed my forearm, pulling me into the bush with him. I landed hard against his chest, but I didn't totally mind it as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. Still, I met his gaze with a slightly raised eyebrow. He just smiled.
"I wanted to know how it went. And maybe get a little payback for the heart attack you gave me on Friday."
I huffed a laugh. "Well, mission accomplished."
"Great. So how'd it go?"
I grinned. Grant smiled back, his arms tightening around me, but he waited to celebrate.
"It went amazing. They loved it. I'm gonna help them present it to Fury sometime in the next few weeks."
Grant's eyebrows shot up, and he actually took a shocked half-step back from me.
"You're going with them to present it to Fury?" I nodded. "They never let recruits do that!"
"I know!"
I squealed and jumped up in the air, and a moment later, Grant caught me. He let out a breathy laugh as he spun me around, and neither of us let go for even a second when he set me back down on my feet.
"We need to do something to celebrate," Grant declared, his low voice right beside my ear. "Are you working on any world-changing inventions this weekend?"
I leaned back just enough to grin at him. "No. For once, my schedule's actually pretty clear."
"Good. You wanna come to me, or you want me to come to you?"
"Mm, I'll come to you. As much as I love what I do, I also wouldn't mind a little break from all the work I've been doing lately."
"It's a deal. Come over after your last class on Friday. I'll take care of the rest."
Grant and I shared a smile, then we closed the distance between us for a long, sweet kiss. From making out in the bushes to letting me test my most important projects on him, Grant was always there for me. And no matter what else came out of my career at SciTech, in the Academy and as an agent afterwards, the relationship Grant and I had built together would always be my proudest accomplishment.
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Who Guards the Bodyguard
T, 3k - No-Powers AU, Humor, bodyguard!Bucky
One college bar, one bodyguard, one sleazeball who can't take no for an answer. Shaken, not stirred.
Hey remember when I took birthday prompts, like⌠9 months ago? Good times. Anyways guess what I finally finished.
The prompt was some combination of âYouâre my new bodyguard and youâre cuteâ / âHelp me Iâm being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a secondâ / âIâm going to save you from the terrible date youâre havingâ So I really just mashed all of those together and ended up with this lol. I hope you enjoy it @clarajanedesperaux!
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This job is supposed to be easy.
All Bucky has to do is keep an eye on a billionaireâs spoiled, wild son and make sure the kid doesnât end up kidnapped or otherwise killed. Easy.
And yet, it has not been easy, most notably because Tony Stark canât know that Bucky is guarding him. Howard had been very insistent about his sonâs ability and determination to ditch his previous bodyguards, and half of the stories were honestly impressive if true. So Bucky has a very strict set of guidelines to follow that most days make him feel more like a stalker than anything else.
He gets a ping whenever Tony leaves the Stark familyâs Fifth Avenue mansion, and satellite tracking makes it quick work to follow him anywhere in the city. Buckyâs not exactly sure how Stark has GPS-tagged his son, but heâs not paid to ask questions.
Heâs paid to put his experience in black ops and undercover work to good use and not be seen while heâs following a twenty-year-old around the city making sure no one kills the kid.
Totally normal, super easy.
Yeah right, Bucky thinks to himself in bemusement as he watches Tony over the rim of his beer.
This is the third bar the Stark heir has been to tonight, and Bucky really must be getting old because all he wants is to go home.
Heâd kind of like to tell Tony to go home too, and not just because it would mean Bucky could go back to his apartment to hang out with his cat. Itâs because he knows what Tony is doing, he knows the rotating cast of friends that meet Tony at one bar just to abandon him at another. He knows how damn lonely that is.
He might be watching from a distance, but Bucky is pretty damn good at what he does and he can tell thereâs a lot more to Tony than the kid lets on. Heâs got a bigger heart than he likes to show and hidden scars, he deserves better than fake friends and a father who wonât even give him a chance.
But thatâs none of Buckyâs business.
Two more bars later, Bucky is feeling a lot less generous towards his charge. This place is too damn crowded, and loud, and Bucky has to keep moving around to keep Tony in his sight. And for what, just to watch him half-heartedly flirt with some asshole in a trucker hat, of all things? The kid could at least have the decency to have some taste.
Bucky forces down some more unsavory thoughts about trucker-hat-douche as he slides onto another seat at the bar and waves for a refill on his beer. He pointedly ignores it when the guy on the next stool spins to face him, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on Tony near the pool table across the bar. Even if he wasnât working right now, he is in no mood and he does his best to convey that with the side of his face.
The asshole doesnât take the hint though, and Bucky can feel the weight of his sleazy smirk as he asks, âWell hello, you come here often?â
âNope,â Bucky says shortly, which is conveniently both true, and will hopefully cut off any further conversation.
"That makes sense,â the man says with a nod and a widening smirk, continuing to ignore all of Buckyâs not-so-subtle hints, âI would remember seeing you before.â
He probably thinks it sounds flattering, but he just comes across as gross. Bucky takes his eyes off his charge just long enough to glance over at the man next to him, taking in his flushed, sweaty face. The asshole is definitely drunk, probably completely hammered, and Bucky doesnât want to deal with this.
He fixes his eyes forward again, hoping the guy will at least take one of his hints if he just keeps throwing them in the assholeâs face.
âCâmon, Iâve seen you moving all around the bar,â the man says, because of course he canât just give up. âItâs obvious youâre looking for something, only to wind up next to me,â he continues in what he probably thinks is an alluring tone, âthereâs no reason to play hard to get now.â
"âM not playing anythinâ,â Bucky snaps, cutting his gaze to the side just long enough to give the man a sharp glare, "and Iâm not interested."
The asshole on the next stool just laughs, and Bucky can smell the vodka on his breath as he leans closer. âDonât be like that,â he says with another slimey laugh, âyou donât even know me yet, and Iâm very interesting.â
Bucky lets himself outright scoff at that, because he very seriously doubts that this bar-regular who canât take no for an answer has any sort of hobby that Bucky would find interesting. He can see it from the corner of his eye when the asshole scowls, when his fingers curl tighter around his drink, and Bucky sighs internally.
âWhat, you think youâre too good to even give me the fucking time of day?â The guy demands, abandoning his attempt at a sultry tone in favor of a snarl. It sounds more natural for him, honestly.
There are a lot of ways Bucky could answer that.
He could point out that technically at this point it would be âtime of night.â Or he could get brutally honest and say that while he doesnât usually think very highly of himself at all these days, he does still think he can do better than this random bar asshole. Maybe not a whole lot better, but better.
Instead of saying anything at all though, Bucky reluctantly tears his eyes away from the Stark heir across the small bar. He turns to finally face the man next to him and fixes him with a dry, expectant stare, quirking an eyebrow and letting the man fill in how âinterestingâ Bucky thinks he is for himself.
The assholeâs face starts to twist with rage, but he smooths it out again with what looks like a fair amount of effort before saying, âWell, how about you let me buy you a drink and give me sixty seconds to change your mind.â
âNo,â Bucky says shortly and starts to turn away. But then the man starts to reach for him, like heâs going to grab Buckyâs shoulder to stop him, and Bucky goes tense all over.
Part of him, a big part, wants to break this assholeâs wrist and be done with it, but that would draw way too much attention. He doesnât trust himself to grab the manâs hand without breaking something, and he canât even risk punching the jerk when his entire job relies on Tony never noticing him.
So Bucky has to settle for moving out of the assholeâs reach, shifting half off of his stool to accomplish it, and glaring harder as he snaps, "Do not touch me."
If the man was less drunk, and less of a dick, thereâs no doubt that Buckyâs best death glare would be enough to chase him off. But he is a drunk asshole, so instead of running he grits his teeth and narrows his eyes.
âListen, asshole,â the guy starts and Bucky does outright laugh at that, sharp and mocking.
Heâs not surprised that the manâs face flushes an angrier shade of red, but Bucky really couldnât help himself. The asshole continues to sputter for a second before sliding ungracefully off his stool and pulling himself up to his full height, wobbling slightly in the process.
âI donât appreciate you- fuckinâ- talking down to me,â the asshole spits furiously, but Bucky isnât listening to him anymore.
With a sigh, Bucky slides the rest of the way off of his own stool and he can only hope that Tony is still distracted with the trucker-hat-douche because this is definitely about to become a scene. At least itâs somewhat gratifying to watch the drunk stumble back half a step when Bucky pulls himself up to his full height and squares his shoulders, but it doesnât look like the man plans on backing down.
âLast chance to walk away,â Bucky warns because he has had it with tonight. At this point he will be perfectly happy to get kicked out of this shitty bar and fuck this job.
The asshole has his mouth open to respond, but then his eyes go wide as Bucky feels someone winding their arms around his and plastering themself tightly to his side. Bucky feels his own face twitch in shock when he jerks his gaze to the side and realizes that itâs Tony clinging to him.
Tony, who Bucky is supposed to be keeping an eye on, and who is not supposed to even be aware of Buckyâs existence. Tony, who is smiling up at him like Bucky isnât a complete stranger to him, like he knows Bucky.
âThere you are, hot stuff,â Tony says, his tone as familiar as his grin, and Bucky has a terrible feeling about the future of his employment. âI was starting to think you were standing me up,â Tony continues, fluttering those long eyelashes up at him.
The eyelashes that Bucky has tried so hard not to notice, but heâs sure as hell noticing them now.
Even caught off guard, and maybe a little distracted, Bucky isnât a complete moron. He knows what Tony is doing, so he quickly pulls it together and works up a smile of his own.
âWouldnâtâve been so hard tâ spot you if youâd picked a less crowded place,â Bucky finds himself saying, because he canât not complain about this dive bar now that heâs been given the chance.
Tony throws his head back with a laugh, and Bucky does not let himself get caught up in the sound of it. Not even a little.
âI * knew* you would hate it,â Tony says gleefully and the light in his eyes isnât just teasing, itâs knowing.
Like Tony actually chose this bar just to annoy him, and Bucky is officially in so over his head.
He is also reluctantly charmed, and Bucky canât fight down a tiny grin of his own even as he shakes his head and says, âYou-â
âHey,â the asshole interrupts, apparently not happy with being completely ignored.
Heâs glaring at both of them now, and Bucky automatically shifts so heâs a little more between the drunk and the person heâs supposed to be secretly bodyguarding. He can at least still do half of his job. Tony grins at him like he knows exactly what Bucky is thinking, and hell, he probably does. Just like itâs probably no accident that Tony is wrapped around his good arm, making it much less likely that heâll throw a punch.
Nothing would really surprise Bucky at this point, Tony is so damn smart and apparently Bucky has been underestimating him, too. And apparently, Tony has been watching him back, and Bucky has no idea what to do with that.
When the asshole makes another impatient sound Tony finally deigns to look over at him, barely tearing his gaze away from Bucky long enough to flit his eyes over the man from head to foot.
âBye,â Tony says, his tone artfully dismissive, and then goes right back to grinning up at Bucky like the other man doesnât exist.
To Tonyâs credit, his cold, superior tone has the asshole automatically taking a step backward, even as he sputters, "Dude, wh- what the fuck-"
âWhat part are you not getting?â Tony asks, one sharp eyebrow crawling up his forehead as he slowly turns to face the asshole again, like heâs still unconvinced that the man is worth the effort. âHe was looking for someone, now heâs found me,â Tony continues as he smoothly fits himself under Buckyâs arm, âno part of this has anything to do with you, so you can go ahead and leave now."
Bucky canât quite bite down his laugh when the drunk man sputters dumbly again, and the tiny grin that Tony flashes up at him has Buckyâs heartbeat doing truly concerning things in his chest. But heâs not thinking about that, just like heâs not thinking about the way his arm has automatically fallen around Tonyâs shoulders, the way Tony fits perfectly against his side.
âL-Listen here, you little-â the asshole stutters and then trails off, his face going scarlet as he seems to notice all of the people staring at them.
"Little what?" Tony asks coldly, the look on his face just daring the asshole to come up with something that Tony hasnât been called before. Bucky is equal parts impressed, enraged at his employer all over again, and trying his best not to be completely smitten.
The assholeâs face is nearly purple as his eyes dart from side to side, taking note of the increasing number of people watching them with open interest and amusement.
âFuck this,â he grumbles and finally starts to back away, deciding to save what little face he has left in front of this crowd of college douchebags. He apparently has to try and get the last word though, because as he turns he shoots Bucky a final glare he loudly mutters âI could do better anyways.â
âDoubt it!â Tony calls after him gleefully, and the on-looking crowd laughs. Then he turns his bright grin up at Bucky, and oh, fuck.
Bucky is so fucking fucked.
âDo you want to get out of here, now?â Tony asks, quirking an eyebrow at him.
âYes,â Bucky groans instantly and emphatically, all thoughts of his imminent unemployment momentarily forgotten in the force of his relief over getting to leave.
Being caught by Tony is the least of the rules heâs broken, but he can worry about that later, or maybe never. Itâs not like anyone needs to know that heâs been slowly but surely failing the first rule of bodyguarding over months of catching glimpses of the real Tony. Except Tony might know, because heâs been watching Bucky back.
And Tony is still grinning smugly as he starts to drag Bucky out of the bar with his arm still looped comfortably around Buckyâs waist, staying plastered to his side. Bucky has no idea if itâs necessary or not, he canât tear his eyes away from Tony to see if the asshole is still hanging around.
He does spare the most fleeting thought for the trucker hat douche that Tony was flirting with before, but thatâs only to think that at least this mess is getting Tony away from that asshole. Tony deserves so much better, of that Bucky is sure, heâs had way too much time to think about it while watching Tony flirt with every type of douchebag.
Once theyâre out in the cool night air Bucky drags in his first deep breath in what feels like hours, relishing in the slightly less disgusting smells of the city. At least thereâs less old-vomit smell.
When Tony snickers Bucky looks over at him again, honestly not sure what to make of the teasing, knowing smile on Tonyâs face.
âSo, where to now?â Tony asks innocently, like heâs not still actively throwing Buckyâs life into chaos.
âOff to look for a new job, probably,â Bucky grumbles, but he canât actually force any annoyance into his voice. Itâs not like he actually likes this job, after all, butâŚ
Heâll probably never see Tony again, once heâs fired, and that thought sends a sharp pang through his chest that Bucky is trying not to think about too hard. Tony is still staring up at him as they start to aimlessly wander down the sidewalk, apparently trusting Bucky not to run them into any street signs, and Bucky is trying not to think about that either.
âWhy?â Tony asks, sounding genuinely confused, and then he pouts as he adds, âI can go back to pretending not to notice you, is that more fun? Little weird, big-time stalker vibes, but I can work with that.â
Bucky huffs out a laugh, then raises an eyebrow as he asks, ââS that what youâre into? That why you havenâ ditched me yet, like all thâ others?â
âGive yourself some credit,â Tony says, patting his side, âI did try at first, but youâre hard to shake. Plus, youâre much cuter than the rest of them were.â
Bucky tears his eyes away from Tonyâs teasing, flirty grin, looking back down the dark street and trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. âMaybe Iâm jusâ sick of beinâ dragged to college bars,â he says after a pause thatâs probably tellingly long.
âOkay,â Tony says agreeably, and when Bucky looks over at him in surprise, he finds Tony grinning up at him with an almost hopeful look in his eyes as he asks, âHow do you feel about burgers?â
Bucky finds himself trailing to a stop, still staring at Tony, who stopped right along with him and is now watching with a nervous little smile, like maybe he thinks the âbetterâ that he deserves is somehow Bucky.
For a second all Bucky can do is stare, his mouth gone completely dry. He has to lick his lips, watching Tonyâs clever gaze track the motion, before he can croak out, âSeems like Iâm gonna be fired for a different reason.â
Tony laughs, delighted, and starts leading him down the street again as he asks, âWhat are you talking about? What better place to guard me from than up close and personal?â
Bucky is pretty sure that the elder Stark would not agree with that statement, but like hell is he going to be the one to point that out. He knows this is probably a terrible idea, and heâs definitely going to get fired for this sooner or later, but with any luck, it wonât be the last time he sees Tony.
âSo, burgers?â Bucky asks as he tightens his arm a little more around Tonyâs shoulders, and when Tony smiles wider Bucky finally lets himself acknowledge the way it makes his heart flip over itself in his chest.
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Hello! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a fic or a small prompt in T.F.P. where the human!reader is new to the team and is very outgoing and flirty but shy around her curhses and she becomes friends with her teammates as an agent herself? Maybe O.P. becomes smitten after a while with her? Hmmm? And everyone just notices and teases them about being a couple when they aren't, but they're both in denial and drunk shenanigans ensue with the reader being drunk and flirty towards him and teasing him? ^^ You can always add anything new of course! I got this idea when reading fluff and the song "Moves Like Jagger" kind of reminded me of the potential dynamic? Especially, the- "Take me by the tongue And I'll know you Kiss til you're drunk And I'll show you"
TFP Optimus Prime X Flirty! Reader
Mentions of Drinking Alcohol!Â
Hope this is okay lol
Fowler had brought you into the fold simply out of desperation- the poor man just wanted to take a vacation and all of the paperwork prevented him from doing so. He knew that while you werenât always professional, you were the best damn agent they had.
When you were introduced to the bots, the first thing you said to Optimus was âWhatâs cookinâ good lookinâ?â while winking.
Agent Fowler immediately face palmed.Â
You became quick friends with pretty much all of the bots. Arcee because of your war stories, Bulkhead because you always had time for his âstupidâ questions, Ratchet because of your aptitude for Cybertronian medicine, and Bumblebee because you were just generally friendly. Optimus was hard to make friends with at first because of his reserved personality, but you both discovered your shared love for reading. Â
You and Optimus often read books at the same time and talked about them- like a book club, but just for the two of you. For someone who takes almost nothing seriously, you are very intelligent. He sees why you are one of the best agents.
While they all became friends quickly, that didnât mean they supported your flirting. You would often flirt to ease an awkward silence, or lighten the dark mood that so often sets on the base.Â
There was a great victory against the Decepticons- a mine was taken right from under their noses which led to a lot being added to their reserves. Some of the energon was of a higher concentration- to which you learned was called high grade.Â
Optimus noticed that the morale in the base was low, despite getting a great win against their foes. This led you to suggest a party. So a party he had. All of the kids were sent home early, and you drove with Bumblebee to pick up vodka and some mini-shot bottle shots.Â
Once you got back to the base, you all began the party. Somehow, you managed to get the normally serious Prime to have a drinking challenge with you. So there you were: chugging down straight vodka while Optimus chugged an energon cube. The other bots (with Ratchet being the loudest somehow) began cheering. You beat Optimus much to everyoneâs surprise. They didnât think a small thing like you could beat them in any drinking game.
Once the excitement of the drinking game calmed down, everyone but you and Optimus went to bed.Â
You both sat across from each other talking about your pasts. What you did before you came to be at the base and all that.
âYou used to be an archivist? Like a librarian?â A grin pulled onto your face. "Can I get a reference number?â Optimus blinked a confused look. âSo I can, yâknow, check you out?â You slurred.
A loud bark of a laugh came from the Prime. âDamn, if being sexy was a crime, youâd never be a free person.â
You nearly spit up your vodka with laughter. âDidnât know you could flirt, Op!"
An uncharacteristic smirk came across his face as he made his way over to you. He leaned down near your ear, and whispered âThereâs a lot I can do.âÂ
You couldn't help the huge blush that covered your face as you suddenly got shy. "Better cool it before I have to kiss you!" You tried to maintain your cool persona, but when he leaned in and grabbed your chin you just melted into a flustered mess.
In the morning, Ratchet had the worst hangover. He grumbled as he made his way into the medbay, only to freeze. There you and Optimus were. Optimus was laying up against the wall at an angle while you laid on his chest snoring away.Â
Ratchet couldnât help the small smile that wormed onto his face as he left the room, shutting the lights off behind him.
#optimus x reader#fluff#alcohol#ratchet#autobot#tfp#tfp x reader#man y'all really want to kiss ratchet and op huh?#optimus prime#optimus prime X reader#drunken flirting#high-grade#high grade#maccaddam
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Hi! 5 or 14 for the Rook story time prompts!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING A PROMPT!!! It means a lot! Especially from the post's OP!
I chose to do 14 and I tweaked it a bit. It's my Rook getting ready for a celebration because by the time I would have gotten to the celebration I probably would hit 2k+
This prompt helped me with a scene I was planning for a future chapter in Elgara Vallas so thank you! Everyone also gets a sneak peak of a later scene, so I think that's a win-win.
My Rook's name is Ghoul but is still refereed to Rook by companions.
Prompt under the cut! Feel free to submit one! They are so much fun!
The mirror reflected her appearance with a bit of a shine. The dress she wore hugged her curves lovingly and the lilac color seemed to compliment the flush of her skin. Ghoul was not usually dressed up for occasions like this, but she loved crashing parties. She pulled up the slip of her dress to check how tight the harness was around her thigh; it held two short daggers that would rest between her thighs.
Once all felt right, she leaned in close to the mirror checking the makeup she had applied on her eyes and cheeks. The dark liner made the complimenting browns pop against her citrine irises. Her curls were loose, framing her face and she contemplated whether she would try to tie back her hair. There was a deep royal blue ribbon on the side of her nightstand and she reached for it with one hand while the other wrangled the curls into place. She placed the base of the pony tail high on her head so it would will look formal. Ghoul looked at herself for a moment and wondered what felt like it missing and that was when she noticed her naked ears.
Ghoul was finally finished getting ready for the occasion and she sighed at herself. She knew this fit would either get ruined or slow her down but damn if she didnât look good. The top half of the dress was thin straps that crossed her chest and held her breasts perfectly in place, revealing not only cleavage but the underside of her breasts as well. The hips of the dress had more fabric as it curved around her and draped down to her knees where the ends of her leather knee high strapped sandals began on her legs. The shiny bits of jewelry that glittered on her body were enough to bring it all together. There was a rust red rope on her floor futon and it was the last addition to the outfit and it held her sword with as much faith as her dress would hold her breasts in place.
She gathered herself and exited out the window of her attic, she made a mental note to consider making the door to her room more accessible at a later point. Ghoul climbed down the trellis that the Fade had manifested for her once she started to live in her room more and as she decesnded the pointed leaves and ends of vines tickled her bare arms and legs. She dropped onto the stone below and that was when she had noticed there was company waiting for her.
âIs that your chosen battle dress, Rook?â Davrin had a curled smile on his face as his eyes drank her in, looking at possibly all the ways this dress was going to slow her down. Or appreciating the view Ghoul despised his poker face.
âYes, we are crashing an Antivan party!â Ghoul scoffed at how ridiculous his questioning was, âIf anything you have underdressed, Warden.â
His smile did not wane instead widened and the amusement reached his amber eyes making them twinkle in the permanent twilight of the Lighthouse. Ghoul now had her arms crossed debating if the fellow elf was making light of her instead of appreciating her choices.
âWhen we arrive and I am slaying Venatori you are going to be feeling very out of place in that bland set of armor, mark my words, Davrin.â Ghoul was in front of him now, her finger jabbing at the steel breast plate he wore.
âWe will see.â Davrin said and that was when Assan chimed in with his excited chirping before nuzzling into Ghoulâs hip. The griffin was getting taller every day.
âAssan approves.â She said with satisfaction, rubbing his head affectionatly.
âAs does Spite.â The gravely familiar voice said with nonchalance until she turned to see him and suddenly Lucanis coughed, looking away, âHe wont stop pestering me to tell you.â
Lucanis was dressed almost as formal as Ghoul was, a feathered shawl hid the straps that kept some of his hidden daggers in place. The pants were like a second skin revealing a little more than she was customed to seeing but his blouse was loose with a V neck adding an extra umph to the appearance. He was dressed in various shades of purple as most Crows did, but the colors complimented him in ways she never noticed on other Crows.
âSee?â Ghoul pointed a thumb over at Lucanis and gave Davrin a smug look, âI am not the only one who understood the assignment.â
#veilguard prompt#rook prompt#rook mercar#dalish rook#datv#datv lucanis#datv davrin#dragon age the veilguard#ghoul vibes only#fang writes#THANK YOU SO MUCH
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If you still need prompts: Nesta was banished to live outside the village and comes across an injured Cassian
I might write a part two to this as it was lots of fun!
The Exile and the Injured
Chosen one. Sacrificial lamb. Different sides of the same coin. Every twenty years, a maiden was chosen at random to be sent to the small cabin located near the Wall that separated the mortals from fae-kind. Those girls were banished until their screams could be heard in the dead of the night. Weeks later, the cabin would be checked; it was said that scratches were etched into the stone floor, claw marks traced into the wooden beams, and blood left permanent stains across the stoop. Nobody knew what took the girls â fae or a creature just as foul â but as long as the sacrifices happened, nothing stepped foot further than the forest, the harvest was always bountiful, and the winters mild.
Families prayed for sons. The Archerons had been cursed with three daughters, so when their name was the one selected, terror squeezed their fatherâs heart. Of the three, the middle was engaged to a handsome, young male of good status but she had already given her maidenhead to him; the youngest though wild and strong, had her fun rutting in the hay with a local boy and could not be chosen for the task. It left only the eldest to carry her peopleâs duty on her shoulders.
Nestaâs sisters wept on her final morning with them though the cold terror that ought to have numbed her, never came. The villagers prepared her, some saying prayers of thanks, some saying ones of mourning. Blessed-one. Cursed-one. Saviour. Victim. Being sent to her death had some perks at least: a hot bath had been drawn for her with fresh water only for her use. It had been filled with bubbles and pressed flowers. Women from the village combed her hair, buffed her nails, plucked her, massaged her then rubbed fragrant oil onto her body. A new gown had been produced solely for her; something like a wedding dress made of delicate white silk and spider-web gossamer fibres. A large spread of food was laid out solely for her; a final feast. It was more food than Nesta had eaten in all their years of poverty and she felt a stab of anger that she couldnât fill her stomach with more to make up for all those bitterly cold nights of starvation.
When the dark night drew in, still the fear did not come. She was little more than a baby when the last girl had been damned. Her mother had witnessed two maidens taken and told her stories that the woman had wept and begged. That one had been carried into the woods and her own mother had collapsed from the horror of it. After a day spent amongst so many fussing women, Nesta was quite glad to have peace that night.
She was allowed a final goodbye to her family. Elain sobbed, Feyre fought to hide her tears, and their father lacked any words. That was no surprise. There was probably relief on his part that he and Nesta werenât forced to share a roof anymore.
Nesta was accompanied through the dense wood by a group of soldiers either holding swords or torches to light the path. One recited ancient vows to her, confirming that if she tried to leave her cabin and return to her home, she and all of her family would be slaughtered. She was reminded that this was an honour. The stories were known to Nesta. Most maidens were dead within a couple of nights. Oddly, she found that she did not care. She had no prospects otherwise in their tired, little cottage. She had punched Tomas Mandray in the nose when heâd tried to rip her bodice from her â and he'd ensured she had a reputation in the village as a tempestuous wench so other men steered clear. A life as a lonely spinster or a sacrifice - what a selection.
There was no key for the cabin, but there was a bolt on the inside though she doubted it would be much of a defence. When the males left her alone, with a basket of food, Nesta let out a sigh of relief. The cabin was dusty, but liveable. Despite the night, she opened the single window and lit a couple of lamps. It had more space than their cottage, and only she would be sleeping in the bed tucked into the corner. There was a humble stove that looked as if it had never been used as well as a couple of pans, a set of cutlery, and a large carving knife. The sheets on the bed definitely needed to be washed tomorrow. There was even a bookshelf with a number of yellowed books on it. Sheâd devour those in a few days. It was odd to plan for a future when something would likely come to drag her off either tonight or the next, but Nesta was loathe to sit idle.
The dawn broke early. Blackbirds rustled in the tree outside, their song waking Nesta. Sheâd slept little, not through fear, but because she had been mentally cataloguing everything that needed to be done in the cabin. While porridge cooked on the stove, she swept the singular room and removed the cobwebs. The bed was stripped. She lugged a bucket of water from the stream and heated it to wash the sheets in. Without a line, she hung them from a tree to dry.
Time passed quickly; when she prepared dinner â more food than sheâd ever had the luxury of eating in the past â she saved the seeds to plant in the soil she had tilled earlier. All those hours listening to Elain prattle on about her beloved garden had a use after all she supposed.
When night fell for the second time, Nesta lay on the clean bed only in her chemise reading a book. Animals scurried by outside, an owl hooted as it swept through the air, but no monster came to take her away. Nothing rattled the door or coaxed her from the cabin. So, when Nesta had read enough, she returned the book to the shelf and stretched out in bed, content to be alone.
Days passed. Every week, Nesta left out her basket and it would be replenished with food from the village. They were likely wondering â just as she was â how she still drew breath. Perhaps Nestaâs temper was even too much for a monster. She missed her sisters, sometimes, but mostly she was content to potter around at her own leisure. Daringly, she had asked for material and sewing supplies one week and they had arrived with the next weekâs basket of supplies. Heavens forbid they upset the chosen one.
Autumn bled into the beginnings of winter. The food came less frequently now. Once, there had been a note ordering her to stop doing whatever it was she was doing to drive the creature away. In all the nights spent cloistered away in the woods, Nesta had not seen nor heard any signs of something sinister. Once, there had been a fox screaming but she chased after it with a broom and it soon kept away. Perhaps the other maidens had simply gone mad with boredom or loneliness. All Nesta knew was that she was alive still and keeping herself busy by sewing and writing. Her house was always tidy.
What she did lack, however, was an axe. When she had requested one from the village, she was informed that weapons were not allowed. She gathered fallen branches and snapped them into pieces, but the thicker ones were too strong for her. Much of the wood was damp and her stores ran low with the encroaching winter. She had been rationing her supplies with the anticipation of the colder weather, choosing to save the long-lasting ingredients for winter.
A thump woke her. The sheer force of it made the whole roof tremble. For a moment, Nesta thought a tree had fallen and braced her hands over her head for the roof to collapse.
In the distance, there were shouts. A low rumbling of menâs voices laced with the snarls of dogs. Could it be the monster had finally come? Or perhaps it had been, found Nesta lacking, and was approaching the village for a new maiden. But what was the thump?
Her heart beat quicker than usual as she gripped the carving knife and exited the cabin. The voices came from the south, from the mortal lands. Hesitantly, Nesta held her lamp out and began to search the perimeter of the cabin in only her boots, her cloak, and her night gown. Her rigorous modesty had faded with only herself for company. Â
There, hunched over on a side, was a man. Not a monster at all. A dim red light pooled from spots on his clothing. It was a strange sort of leathery skin.
âAre you hurt?â
There was no response. She edged closer then recoiled with horror at the sight of his wings. Fae. Not a man. A male.
And the humans hunted him. Three large, ash arrows had shredded through his body.
Stories of the fae were ones used to scare children, she always believed. Still, she had always worn her iron bracelet. Sheâd expected him to look more other. Pointed teeth or black eyes or mottled skin. He was handsome in a rough sort of way. Ebony hair spilled over his face. Nesta held her hand close to his mouth and could feel he was breathing, slowly but detectable. She ought to have left him there. Ought to have gone back inside, pulled the covers up to her chin and forgotten about him. But she could not. She was transfixed by this fae male. By the beautiful, broken wings draped across the undergrowth. Â
The humans came closer. Not knowing why she did it, Nesta threw her cloak over the maleâs clothing, blocking out the red glow. His eyes opened groggily. She pressed a finger to his lips. His hand gripped hers, keeping her finger on the soft skin of his lips. His own hand was warm, rough with callouses but still gentle.
The dogs would scent him, she realised with horror.
âStay,â she whispered, not knowing if he could understand her tongue.
She strode forwards, holding her lamp aloft, meeting the humans near the ring of trees that surrounded the cabin.
âDo you mind not waking me up in the middle of the night? Itâs terribly rude.â
âMove aside. Thereâs a fae in the woods.â
âMaybe it is my beloved, here to drag me to Prythian.â
The male closest to her shifted slightly. The dog he was holding by a leash, pulled and whined.
âItâs injured in these woods somewhere.â
âYou will ruin our land,â she warned. âIf there is a fae here, he has come to claim me. Your intervention will spell twenty years of bad luck on our people. Leave.â
They stared at her with a wary curiosity. Most women, she supposed, might have begged to be taken back to safety rather than usher in their demise. The threat of cursing the village had worked though. Although the dogs still tugged forwards, the men relinquished their pursuit.
âHeâll die anyway,â one said as they turned. âTomas hit him twice, Ivorn a third time.â
Nesta waited until their footsteps died down before she approached the male. Heâd sat upright, wincing slightly. One of the arrows had lodged itself in his shoulder after ripping through his wings, two more pierced the membrane.
âAre you here to kill me?â
âIt wasnât in my plans for the night, sweetheart.â With a groan, he hauled himself to his feet. âYouâre the one with the knife pointed at me. What are you doing out here in the woods at night?â
âWitchcraft.â
The male cocked an eyebrow at her. âWhat are you really doing?â
âSummoning a demon. And look, he hit my roof and woke me up.â
He rested a palm against the wooden cabin to steady himself. Each breath seemed to lance pain up his broad body.
âYou canât fly,â she realised.
He grimaced. âNot with these arrows in me.â He reached around as if trying to snap one, but yelped with pain. âTheyâre ash. Typical mortals. Youâve always been savage creatures.â
The snarl in his voice did not scare her, even as the deep reverberations shook the ground.
âI didnât shoot you,â she protested. âIâm the one stood in my nightgown while you wear my cloak protecting you. Iâm waiting in this godforsaken cabin for one of your kind to kill me.â
That snapped him out of his rage. He glanced down at the grey cloak covering his glowing stones. Heâd draped it over her shoulders before she could argue with him. His hand lingered around her upper arm, the warmth seeping through to her goosebump covered skin.
âYou should go inside. Itâs too cold for you out here.â
His head bowed towards hers and Nesta realised exactly how tall this fae male was. His body caged hers against the cabin wall.
âDo you want me to remove those arrows?â Why was her voice so breathless? Why was her pulse hammering with thrill when it should have been quaking with fear?
âYour husband wonât mind if you bring a handsome male home?â
âWhere is this handsome male you speak of? Will you introduce us?â
The fae tipped back his head in low laughter than sent a ripple of pleasure down Nestaâs spine. His hand gripped hers, inspecting the fingers and finding them absent of a wedding ring. She should have drawn her hand away. Shouldnât have let him look at her with such an aching hunger.
âFollow me.â
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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant
Previously on BnHA: Hawksâs super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupidâs arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all âoh shit itâs Hawksâs super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawksâs advice for a sec.â Flashback!Hawks was all âanyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up youâre basically screwed so youâd better abscond the fuck out of there.â Present!Deku was all âlol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since Iâm just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks saidâ and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all âwaah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of loveâ and Nagant was all âjesus christ why did I even bring you hereâ and had a flashback to AFO who was all âILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKSâ and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.
Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all âCall an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR MEâ and itâs really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all â[casually flies around town shooting shit]â and Iâd be lying if I said I wouldnât read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, â[gets shot (âĽ_<)]â and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, â( â˘áˇââ˘áˇ
) (âŁĚ ÎâŁĚ) ( â˘Ě_â˘Ě )Ď (、) (ë_ë)â which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Thirdâs quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and Iâm sure this is going to prompt another weekâs worth of discourse that I donât care about at all, but fuck it, Iâm having a good time.
OH WEâRE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THATâS NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD
you named your car??
you named it Hercules??
I love you so much??
please marry me you giant fucking dork???
lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks
who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da weâre gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... theyâre clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do
like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment
âthose are assassinsâ this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might
OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES
[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it
and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still canât take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you werenât actually a very good armored car were you
omg they didnât know it was All Might??
okay 1) for a moment there I was like âoh hey maybe theyâre not so bad after allâ but then a moment later it was like âah nope, they are.â like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting âwouldnât this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show upâ vibes?? no?? just me???
(ETA: hmm tbh Iâve still got those vibes and they havenât gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ballâs in your court pal.)
OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES
PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW IâM HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE
omg heâs shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and theyâre just like falling over from being scolded
so they have absolutely no idea what heâs talking about though, right? âSIR THIS IS A WENDYâSâ well whatever, you killed his pet car so heâs in a bad mood now
OH MY GOD
LIKE, JUST SO WEâRE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, ITâS OKAY. ...NO I DONâT CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING
(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more Iâm just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)
and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this
who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it
man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LETâS RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. âI APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT IâLL TAKE IT FROM HEREâ well okay then!!
I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then thereâs a little poll there asking âdo you think Dekuâs plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?â, and you click ânoâ just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked ânoâ, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading
ANYWAY, SO
HOWâS THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!
omggggggg
ouch
update: Dekuâs plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in
wait what
feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this âUNLESS...â and âTHAT POSSIBILITY...â shit means anytime, Deku
oh lol did he realize she could fly??
BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNNâs John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as âsexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.â we will continue to bring you the latest
so now thereâs basically an entire page of Deku being all âah fuck so sheâs basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if thatâs the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!â making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku
so now what, youâre doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help
oh lol heâs using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks
OH NO LADY DONâT TELL ME AFO DIDNâT EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS
seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Dekuâs exact strategy was going to be but then couldnât be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man
damn this is getting intense now
(ETA: the way En is poking Dekuâs head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)
well then what are you planning, Deku?? Iâm actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the âwanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plotâ sense, but also in the âwanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty coolâ sense, which honestly hasnât happened for quite a while now! this is fun
anyway so whatâs up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? Iâve been speculating that he hasnât actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didnât exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe Iâm about to be proven wrong
(ETA: well he clearly has Threeâs obviously, but Twoâs is still MIA, and thatâs the one I am of course the most curious about. thatâs the one weâre all curious about, letâs be real.)
OH SNAP???
AHHHH IâM HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER
(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, Iâm not gonna say âplease no Deku discourse on my blogâ this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I donât have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:
1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.
2) I also donât think Deku is too OP. more like heâs exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that weâre approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. weâre just at that point now where theyâre all badasses (as well they should be; theyâve grown a lot and they deserve it). itâs just that Dekuâs the one weâre getting to see right now.
3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchanâs my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).
4) yâall know I love the OFA plot and Iâve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his âguy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACEâ energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and Iâm still hyped. I donât think itâs a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way itâs definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I canât wait to see it.
5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesnât mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasnât come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the âwhere do we go from hereâ part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and weâve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.
6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Dekuâs getting, and how OP he is or isnât, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile Iâm actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course theyâre already dead so itâs not like they can die again lol)?? the way heâs pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isnât taking care of himself at all?? the fact that heâs so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that heâs still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that heâs not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like heâs the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and itâs absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.
anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like itâs all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsukiâs post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like âokay itâs timeâ and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).
basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the âvillain huntâ arc or the âsolo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arcâ or whatever. but for me, itâs always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though itâs interesting to see society at such a low point, itâs also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing thatâs really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like weâve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that âhe just doesnât take himself into accountâ mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. Iâm soaking up that angst each and every week, and Iâm invested in seeing what comes of it. itâs a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Dekuâs emotional journey is the thread thatâs going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that Iâm willing to be patient.
anyway that turned into a BIG OLâ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, Iâm open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)
anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now heâs trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out Enâs face here you guys
En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime
OH DAMN DEKU
at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, Iâll bet. well shit
what in the fuck
?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isnât that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Granâs cape
update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun
hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy
anyway so sheâs just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me sheâs going to need them
OH SNAP HE THREW GRANâS CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THATâS SOME SMART SHIT DEKU
LOL SHEâS MAD NOW
JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH
DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY
but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really canât. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned
LOL YOU MANIAC
I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg
well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Threeâs quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??
(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Threeâs quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)
anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesnât have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like itâs been a while
anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and youâre both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawksâs face lmao
#bnha 313#midoriya izuku#lady nagant#bnha meta#deku meta#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha
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Can you info dump about dragalia more, as a fan I like hearing what other people like about it!
oh yeah sure!! i tend to not know what to talk abt when there are no prompts so if you want me to talk more send in those asks!! rn i'll talk abt the gameplay though
while the game doesnt have much of the exploration aspect outside of maybe the kaleidoscape (which is still not much) since its a bite sized arpg, more for cool boss battles and stuff, the sceneries in the main story really do make it feel more like an adventure. but im not here for that im here for the gameplay baby.
ok so you can play this game entirely one handed. so cool. so convenient. may be a hassle seeing where youre moving if you have big hands, cannot say for sure? but controls also feel really fluid. i dont think a joystick would have fit this game tbh so im kind of glad its not in
tap to attack to get sp to get skills. very easy but its satisfying to get rotations correctly. i especially love adventurers that use special combos like dragondrive, etc.
btw, free dream summon ends in an hour! i picked up a farren from it. if you play dragalia, be sure to log in and claim your free 5 star of choice
timing skill animations with the red attacks for iframes is so fun. ik you can dodgeroll to avoid now but it feels very good to be able to stay on the offense. i personally really like the agito series of bosses since their gimmicks are fun to play around.
maybe i was insane but also i could grind this game forever in co-op. i couldve autod it (now i do since the game kind of shifted to more of a solo player focus) but like playing coop in this game is so much fun. sticker spamming, discussing plans with friends, etc. its at its best with a full team of 4 i promise you but playing with literally anyone. maybe i just like co-op. btw theres no pvp in this game outside of a self contained battle royale mode
i love the game mechanics so damn much that i made fanmade kits. theorycrafting is so fun. wish i could play them tho lol.
and thats all i have as of rn! but i definitely have more i just dont know what to add lmao
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If you don't mind writing fanfic about the team learn about what Deeks had had to do to the clerk in Afghanistan to save them, and they try to talk to him about it?
A/N: Once again, this is quite an old prompt.
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It All Comes Out
Deeks yawned, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes. It didnât make the words on his laptop screen any less blurry. He hadnât slept much since bringing Kensi home from Afghanistan three days ago.
Today was the first day they were back on active duty after following the requisite psych evals. As usual, Deeks had lied through his teeth, pushing down all his fear, trauma, and guilt to pass his and only provided a few tidbits to satisfy the psychologist.
In truth, he couldnât get the image of Kensi laying lifeless in a pool of her own blood. It didnât matter that he now knew the image was fake, it haunted his dreams, hence his exhaustion. Still, he was willing to put up with a thousand sleepless nights to have Kensi alive and well. Or at least on her way there.
The sound of several people coming down from OPS snapped Deeks out of his thoughts and he tried to refocus on his half-finished case report.
âHey Deeks, you got a minute?â Callen asked as he, Sam, Eric, and Nell gathered in front of his desk. Something about his tone, purposely devoid of any specific emotion, instantly put him on edge. As did Nellâs worried expression. She kept flicking glances in Ericâs direction, apparently unable to help herself.
âWhy do I feel like Iâm about to face an inquisition,â Deeks joked, not having the energy to carry off his usual sarcasm.
âWe need to talk about something,â Sam said, unusually vague.
âYeah, I figured that much out.â Deeks pushed himself back from his seat, folding his arms over his chest as he looked at each of them in turn. âSeriously, why the intervention?â
âBefore we left Afghanistan, the interpreter who stayed with you approached me,â Callen started. Deeks stilled, not needing him to finish to know what he was about to say. âHe said you got a littleâŚrough with your interrogation.â
Guilt and shame suffused Deeks, and he dipped his head, unable to face them.
âYou mean tortured,â he whispered.
âThatâs not the word he used,â Sam said. Oddly enough, he didnât sound judgmental.
âBut itâs essentially what happened.â Far too late, Deeks remembered that they were in a very public place for this discussion. Nell must have read his expression because she stepped forward, resting her small hand on his.
âDeeks, donât worry, everyone else is gone for the night and I made sure to pause all video and audio feeds for now,â she told him. âThis conversation stays between the five of us.â Even now, given what she knew, she was still protecting him.
âAnd weâre not here to judge you,â Sam added quietly. âWe just want to know what happened.â
âMakar didnât tell you?â That surprised him a little. Deeks knew Makar had anticipated he would go too far. He seemed like a good man and Deeks didnât fault him for reporting his actions to Callen. It was what an honest, moral man would do.
âNo, he just said it got a little out of hand,â Callen answered. âBut the rest was your story to tell if you decided. So, what happened?â
Deeks pursed his lips, swallowing the acid that rose in his throat.
âI was questioning the cleric and um, I got the staged photo of KensiâŚUh, the picture that made it look like she died, and I snapped,â Deeks explained in a low voice.
Eric hissed something under his breath, but Deeks ignored him.
âI yelled at him, kicked his chair down, pulled my gun on him, determined to make him pay for Kensiâs death. And then, when he still wouldnât tell me anything, I tried to waterboard him.â Deeks swallowed again, nausea rising in his stomach, and tears filling his eyes at the memory of what heâd done.
âDamn,â Sam muttered.
âMakar tried to convince me to stop,â Deeks continued doggedly. Now that heâd begun, he needed to get it all out. âHe told me that it wouldnât change anything, that it wouldnât bring Kensi back, and the cleric would never talk, but I was too caught up in my anger and need for revenge.â
âSomething must have changed because you did stop, Makar told me that much and the cleric didnât have any noticeable injuries when we returned,â Callen pointed out. âSo what happened.â
âI started pouring the water on him, and he was shaking, making the most horrible noises, anything to try to get free,â He gasped softly, tears filling his eyes. âI couldnât keep doing that to him, no matter what heâd done or knew. Iâm not that person.â
There was a long silent after he finished and he dully stared up at them. Nell had tears in her eyes and after hesitating a little, moved forward, bending across his desk to hug him. It caught him by surprise and he remained stiff, barely returning her embrace.
âThis is all our fault,â Eric said quietly from behind her. At Deeksâ confused look, he explained, âIf we hadnât sent that picture to youââ
âEric, donât you dare blame yourself. Iâm responsible for my own actions and I demanded that you send me that picture even though you warned me it wasnât a good idea.â
âMaybe, but we knew you were already in a stressful situation,â Nell said, taking a step back. âWe also knew that the picture might be fake. Hetty never should have given in and we shouldnât have sent it to you. Thatâs on us.â
âEither way, I crossed a line that I promised myself I never would, and Iâll spend the rest of my life and whatever career I might after this, trying to make up for that,â Deeks told them all.
âRelax, Deeks. Weâre not looking to get you kicked off the team or seeking formal action of any kind. I think we all know what itâs like to cross a line when it comes to someone we care about.â Callen glanced at Sam, who nodded back. âThat being said, you need to talk someone about all of this. We all know how this kind of case can effect you in the long term. It doesnât have to be someone in-house..â
âAnd thatâs it?â
âNo. Remember you can always come to one of us if you need it,â Sam added. âYouâre a good man, Deeks. Donât let one mistake define you.â
Deeks nodded, appreciating their support, but he knew no amount of therapy, or apologies, would ever fix what heâd done to that cleric.
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A/N: Obviously some of Deeksâ thoughts are a reflection of his own feelings about himself rather than what I think or feel. Additionally, I almost feel that Deeks would have admitted what he did to Kensi, if not someone else not the team.
Thanks for the prompt!
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#Sam hanna#callen#Eric and Nell#post spoils of war#angst#mentions of past torture#anonymous prompt#ejzah fanfiction#coming to you quite late
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You should run the Klok fan events in the future. Thereâs sus drama with past events that I feel like youâd take no bs and not play with the trolls about it or be weird on discord, and genuinely have better prompts that fit the Dethklok theme.
Well, first, credit where credit is due -- it's fucking HARD to moderate anything. Especially fan spaces. I'm so sorry you're dealing with drama, OP, because that really sucks. And I'm flattered you'd think of me for taking on a leadership role within our fan community, but that is a damn tough job.
I assume this is on the Discord server(s?) and I'm not on there because #1, I'm not a fan of the Discord format and haven't bothered to learn it because I'm old as shit and stuck in my ways, I guess. :) and #2, I'm just here to share stories and comics and art and stuff while being a cheerleader for others, so I don't think I'd be a good fit. My fandom involvement is one of my favorite hobbies, and the less it feels like work, the more sane I can be. :)
That said, I have reached out to Lampmeeting when it comes to our Tumblr events and would happily run some prompt stuff here on Tumblr. Too, a dear friend of mine and I are in discussion to do a limited-run podcast where we discuss a few fan theories about MTL lore and junk... something to build hype as we wait for the movie, I guess. And you'll hear more on that, soon!
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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: (Home is) Wherever Iâm With You
Reader Requests || Immyâs 200 Follower Event đ đ đ
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||
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â Requested By: @team-baku-is-blasting-off-again ((for my 200 Follower Event)) â Reader Gender: Neutral â Content Type: Angst-y H/C vibes that get NSFW at the end ((minors kindly fuck off, pls and thank)) â CWs/TWs: Javierâs being over-protective like to a very uncool degree, as well as insecure in himself/his relationship with Reader. Likewise Reader has their own baggage/insecurities that donât help matters at all. It all gets worked on and rectified by the storyâs end, but feelings are indeed Hurt. â Check below the cut for a more comprehensive list of tags. â No betasâwe die like damn near everyone youâve ever dared to love in this damned series lol. â Total WC: 14k~ ((my b, my uhh, my hand slipped??))
â Prompts:
âIâll never be good enough.â
âTell me to stop, tell me or I wonât be able to.â / âThen donât.â
âNo.â
ââNoâ, what?â
âNo, youâre not goinâ.â
âIâm sorry,â you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, âsomethinâ must be gettinâ lost here because that didnât sound like a question.â
The smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame thatâs just barely checked as he regards you. âThatâs because it wasnât, mi amorâŚâ
â In which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. But no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.
In which OP not-so-subtly simps for Arthur in the background lol. Let me love you, Mister Morgan, pls đ
Sorry for the wait, dear requester. Between non-fun adult type stuff and my need to reboot in between fills this took far longer to write than what either of us wanted lol. Doesnât help that thereâs angst involved (which always induces a certain amount of metal strain); add to that the fact that three out of the four fills I got for this event were angst-y H/C type deals and you get an even slower turn around.
But anyways!
This is longâway longer than anything I intended on writing for this event, but tbh this is a work I already had partially done. Itâs a short story thatâs been hanging around in my drafts since January of 2019 (yeah, I know -_-), but despite how long itâs been since last I touched it, reading the prompts put me in mind of it right away. Hereâs to hoping it was worth the wait!
Translations ((As always, if any of the Spanish in this is wrong feel free to take it up with Google Translate lol)):
No gracias, Tilly, estoy bienâNo thank you, Tilly, Iâm fine
Mi amorâMy love
JoderâFuck
Dios, soy un jodido idiotaâGod, Iâm a fucking idiot
Nunca serĂŠ lo suficientemente buenoâIâll never be good enough
Mi corazonâMy Sweetheart
CariĂąoâSweetie
Siempre me tomas tan bienâYou always take me so good
General Tags: Arthur Morgan + Reader (platonic, affectionate) | Arthur and Reader have a close, sibling-type relationship | Arthur Morgan being a Good Man⢠as well as a good brother | Relationship strife | Public arguments (and the embarrassment that comes with that lol) | Various insecurities on both Reader and Javierâs part | Javier gets over-protective/insecure, arguments ensue | Mildly toxic behavior (unintentional, but still; see aforementioned tag) that is worked on/rectified | Also Readerâs own insecurities/baggage leads to an overreaction on their part as well | ((I hate writing all this angst, but it needed to happen for â¨~plot~⨠lol)) | Light Micah bashing lol (tho no shade intended towards his fans) | Hosea and Charles giving good advice
General Tags: Arthur Morgan + Reader (platonic, affectionate) | Arthur and Reader have a close, sibling-type relationship | Arthur Morgan being a Good Man⢠as well as a good brother | Relationship strife | Public arguments (and the embarrassment that comes with that lol) | Various insecurities on both Reader and Javierâs part | Javier gets over-protective/insecure, arguments ensue | Mildly toxic behavior (unintentional, but still; see aforementioned tag) that is worked on/rectified | Also Readerâs own insecurities/baggage leads to an overreaction on their part as well | ((I hate writing all this angst, but it needed to happen for â¨~plot~⨠lol)) | Light Micah bashing lol (tho no shade intended towards his fans) | Hosea and Charles giving good advice
âSo are you in or out?â Arthur asks as he reaches the end of his spiel.
The stagecoach robbery seems straight forward enough, but given the fact that everything the gang has put its collective hand to since the infamous Riverboat Incident back in Blackwater has gone tits up he knows you have a right to be wary. And you are, just a touch, though you hate to admit it. This string of bad luck has been hard on everyone and many bear the scarsâboth inside and outâto prove it, yourself included.
But you trust Arthur and you know that if this is a job heâs sniffed out himself that itâs probably solid; the fact that Charles and Lenny will also be tagging along means that the chances of success are just that much higher. The three of them usually make wise enough choices, last monthâs misadventures in Valentineâs bar notwithstanding. You quickly agree before you can think better of it, and the smile that it pulls from the bearded man makes the potential risks more than worth it.
It had taken Arthur a bit to warm up to you when youâd first joined the gang, but once he did the pair of you fell into a close-knit, sibling-type relationship. A few people around campânamely Sean, Bill, and damn near all the girlsâhad insisted that there had to be something more there in the time since, and it was only once you and Javier became an item that the rumors were (mostly) put to rest. The close nature of your relationship was actually the reason that it took Javi so long to ask you out. Heâd been thoroughly convinced by the others that you and Arthur were sneaking around behind the gangâs collective back, and it wasnât until you explained to him that firstly, you were adults who wouldnât have to stoop to such a juvenile level, and secondly that youâd adored him from nearly the moment youâd met that he finally got past that foolishness.
Though it was annoying at the time you canât say that you blame anyone for thinking you and your best friend had something going. Despite all his posturing to the contrary, Arthur Morgan is and always will be a far better man than what your lifestyle allows for, and a damned handsome one to boot, and well, you ainât too bad yourself. You complement each other in a way that just seems ârightâ, apparently, but even if Javi hadnât come into the picture your relationshipâs always been destined to be a platonic one.
Arthurâs hurts are old things that run deep and jagged, tainting his perception of everythingâhimself especially. Both life and love have never looked on him kindly, and so heâs stopped expecting to receive the latter. Of course this has never stopped you from extending the sentiment to him after a fashion, but years passed and experiences gained have taught you that trying to force feelings when they just arenât there will only ever end in heartbreak. Because of this youâve never pushed for anything more and the pair of you are all the closer for it. Having him in your life has definitely made it fuller in so many ways, and itâs a blessing that youâre always striving to return, so whenever you get him to smiling like this you always feel as if youâre one step closer to your goal.
âGreat,â he drawls, pushing off of his knees as he rises from the milk crate-turned-chair. âWe ride out at the end of the hour so be ready. And make sure your gunâs actually loaded this time.â
His comment earns a few snickers from the others that share the space with you, though most of them quiet down when they feel the weight of your stare. The only one who doesnât is Tilly, but then again the woman knows that youâd sooner kick a dog before ever doing anything more scathing to her than glaring.
âWasnât. My. Fault,â you grit out as you chuck an abandoned tobacco tin at his back.
A drunken prank compliments of Sean had led to a mildly embarrassing incident involving a bet and some bottle shooting, and nearly a year later youâve still yet to live it down. Though he teases you about it now, Arthur had nearly taken the Irishmanâs head off at the time; had the blond not challenged you, you couldâve easily found yourself unknowingly unarmed in a situation far more dire than a simple test of skill.
For his part the man just chuckles as he tosses a sarcastic âSureâ over his shoulder.
âJerk,â you mutter, though thereâs no real heat behind it.
âWant me to kick his ass?â
Had the voice not been so familiar you mightâve been startled by its sudden nearness, but the dulcet cadence is one that you know better than even your own. Unfortunately youâve not been hearing it nearly as often as youâd like these past few days. Between duties to the camp and following leads in town, you and your man havenât occupied the same space for any extended amount of time outside of sleeping togetherâdone in the most literal sense, sadlyâand even thatâs been choppy as a youâd both been assigned guard shifts that made your overlap damn near nonexistent.
Javiâs just finished one such shift and it shows. His usually warm eyes are dull with fatigue and his postureâs a bit stiff from the strain that comes with making rounds of the area for the better part of the last several hours, but despite it all heâs just as handsome as ever and your pulse quickens as it always does whenever heâs near.
âMmm, maybe later,â you say with half a laugh as he plops down on the log next to you. Depending on how this job goes down you just might take him up on that offerâif the law doesnât beat you to it, that is.
For his part the man just snorts before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your temple. He wraps his arms around you then and hoists you over into his lap, heedless of the scalding contents of your tin mug. A few moments of careful shufflingâand an unnecessary amount of cooing from Tilly and Seanâlater sees you comfortable in your new seat. Javier had told you once that holding you like this feels like home, and sitting here with his head resting heavily against your shoulder and his hum of contentment warm against your ear, the statement rings especially true. Your free hand smooths over the pair of his where they rest against your thighs in a loose clasp, your fingers mapping out the ever increasing expanse of nicks and scars that mar the skin there; one scab feels especially fresh under your touch and you know that itâs compliments of yet another five-finger match, though who his opponent was you couldnât say.
âYou want something to eat, Javier?â Tilly asks from where she sits next to youâor rather next to your previous spot. Her thin, nimble fingers are making quick work of the trousers sheâs mending with a level of skill that could put many-a seamstresses to shame.
âNo gracias, Tilly, estoy bien.â (No thank you, Tilly, Iâm fine.)
The young woman giggles at that. âPoor thing. You must really be tired because I didnât understand half of what you just said. Sure sounded pretty though.â
âIt always does,â you agree. Hearing Javi speak in his native language is truly a thing of beauty and, in your opinion, there isnât much out there that can rival it.
He chuckles a bit at that, but makes no further comment. When you ask if heâd like a cup of coffee or even a sip of your own he turns this down too. âIâll eat before I go to sleep,â he promises before you can get on him about looking after himself. âI just want to stay like this for a bit, mi amor. Iâve been missinâ you.â
His words leave your heart aching in the best of ways, but before you can reply a commanding bellow of âMiss Jones!â rings out across the camp. To Javierâs credit he doesnât jump like the rest of you, but this is probably due him being far too tired to react in time. Everyone, from Dutch on down to Kieran, respectsâand in some cases, fearsâMs. Grimshaw, and with good reason. The womanâs mouth can put any military official to shame, and her right hook is the stuff of legends. Anything with even the smallest amount of self-preservation knows not to get in her way when sheâs scented her prey; the way the material of her skirt flutters out and away from her as if attempting to not further impeded her stride only serves to punctuate this point.
âWhy ainât you helpinâ out Mister Pearson?â she continues on as she comes to stand directly in front of the woman in question. âYouâre not a goddamn workinâ girl, we donât pay you to sit around on that ass of yours anâ look pretty.â
The blonde snorts loudly into her mug. âYou donât pay me at all.â
âOh, loveâno.â Seanâs plea is little more than a breath from where he sits beside her. Reckless though the young man may be, even he knows that there are some fights you just donât pick.
âThat girlâs really gotta learn when to keep her fool mouth shut,â Tilly comments under her breath.
âIs she drunk?â Javi asks. ââCause she sounds drunk. And itâs not even eight yet.â
You shrug as much as your position will allow. âI havenât seen her drinkinâ anything other than coffee, but that donât mean nothinâ. She was goinâ at it pretty hard last night, thoughâshe could still be drunk from yesterday.â
As the three of you converse the other two women continue to go back and forth, with volume and tempers both steadily rising all the while. Ms. Grimshaw might be a pill, but sheâs a fair and caring woman in her own way. She never assigns anyone more than their due, and is always willing to work with anybody thatâs suffering from an illness or injury severe enough to keep them from performing their duties properly. So long as a personâs able to provide for the camp in some major wayâbe that via money, labor, or acquiring much needed provisionsâshe generally leaves them alone.
Unfortunately for Karen sheâs been bringing very little to the table as of late, well besides that lead on Valentineâs bank. Despite the fact that sheâd pitched it well over a week ago sheâs quick to bring it back up yet again for what little good itâll do her. Even if Dutch does okay the job itâll still take at least another couple of weeks of reconnaissance and planning before heâll even think of making a move on the place which means that the blondeâs ââgot one iron in the fire, but no damn legs to stand onâ, as the older woman puts it.
âWell theyâre not workinâ!â Karen yells lamely, gesturing towards where youâre currently all hugged up with your boyfriend.
âThatâs because Iâm getting ready for a job!â you quickly call out. The last thing you want or need is one of Susanâs lectures on âpulling your own damn weight.â
âSure donât look it,â she shoots back in yet another blatant attempt to get the attention off of her. âNot unless youâre charginâ your man by the hour these days.â
Her words leave Javier quaking with near silent laughter and he earns a sharp elbow to the ribs for his troubles. His apology comes in the form of a kiss placed just behind your ear, and though itâs a chaste thing you still feel a shudder run up the length of your spine. Itâs been damn near a week since the two of you have had the combination of time, energy, and the minimum amount of needed privacy to do much more than some heavy petting, and given the state of your libidos, a weekâs more akin to a month.
Of course he notices the way his kiss affects you, and of fucking course the jerk decides that now would be a good time to pepper more of them along the column of your neck. Knowing that telling him to stop will only lead to him doing something far less innocuous you decide that ignoring him to the best of your ability is the better course of action. If anyone else takes issue with his amorous display they keep it behind their teeth; whether this is because theyâre too used to seeing shit like this by now, or out of fear of what the manâll do to them if he thinks theyâve offended and-or embarrassed you, you cannot sayâthough if youâre being honest you know itâs probably mostly due to the latter.
âFuck you Karen, Iâm helping Arthur ânâ ânem rob that stagecoach outside of Valentine.â Your voice only catches once as you speak and you count that as a victory.
âYou hear that, Miss Jones? They have an actual task to tend to, but you? Youâre just sittinâ aroundââ
The rest of Ms. Grimshawâs tirade is lost to you when Javi breathes a quiet âQuĂŠ?â into your ear.
âOh, right, guess you wouldnât âve heard yet. Arthurâs got a lead on some rich fucks thatâre passinâ through the area on their way to Golden Planes so me, him, Lenny, and Charles are gonna hit âem up. Should be a pretty decent sized haul from what I gathered. Apparently the fellerâs some actor preparing for a role by âroughing itâ like us common folk, âcept not really since heâs got himself a nice little caravan-type-deal goinâ on complete with all the comforts that heâs so accustomed to.â
You roll your eyes hard at the absurdity of it all. You remember hearing a traveling preacher once say something about a fool and his money being easily parted, and while youâre pretty sure that armed robberyâs normally considered to be a sin in this case you just might be doing the Lordâs work. The thought leaves you snorting out half a laugh as you continue on.
âThe man sounds like a asshole, and a dumb one at that. Hell, given why heâs on this foolâs quest we just might be helpinâ him outâya know, lettinâ him experience the true grit of Americaâs untamed land and the hounding terror of the roguish gangs that rove its planes, or, yanno, some equally flowery bullshit. Anyway, itâs pretty poorly guarded, relatively speaking, and sure to be full of loot if Arthurâs contact is to be believedâand Iâm sure she is. Barmaids hear everything and sheâs sweet on Arthur besides. Sheâs been doinâ everything she can to help âem in hopes that heâll take more of an interest in her, the poor girl. Sheâs so hung up on him she can hardly see straight. Kinda wish I could tell her better, but she probably wouldnât believe me anyways.â
You arenât expecting too much in the way of reply aside from a snort of amusement, or maybe even an offer to come along, really anything but the growled âNoâ that you get.
âExcuse me?â
You couldnât have heard him right, you think, but then he says it again.
You lean off to the side so that you can get a better look at him. His expression is just as straight forward as the uttered word and twice as hard. You arch a brow as you look from the pursed set of his lips to the banked fire in his eyes. Heâs clearly upset, though for the life of you, you cannot understand why.
ââNoâ, what?â
âNo, youâre not goinâ.â
âIâm sorry,â you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, âsomethinâ must be gettinâ lost here because that didnât sound like a question.â
The smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame thatâs just barely checked as he regards you. âThatâs because it wasnât, mi amor. I donât want you anywhere near something that risky.â
You scoff loudly at that. Who does he think he is? That you are? There have only ever been a few people in your life that could ever even begin to think of forbidding you to do anything, and theyâve all long since died, so needless to say Javier Escuella is not among their number. And thatâs not even touching on his blatant disregard of the skills that youâve earned through the literal shedding of your blood, sweat, and tears. You can handle yourself just fine, and had been doing so for literal years before you even knew he existed. Youâre not some goddamn damsel from out of one of Mary-Bethâs books, and youâre definitely not looking for someone to save you. When you tell him as much he just sighs.
âI never said you were. I know you can take care of yourself.â
âWell youâre sure as shit not actinâ like it,â you give back. He sighs again before muttering something under his breath in Spanish and for some reason that makes you even angrier. âIf youâve got somethinâ to say, Javier, then say it. And at a volume that I can actually hear, if you goddamn please.â
âI said, youâre acting like a child,â he bites off.
âIâm acting like a child? Me? Are you fuckinâ serious right now? Youâre the one that started all of this!â
âI didnât start anythiââ
âOh so the whole âyouâre not goingâ bitâthat wasnât you startinâ it?â The sound you let out is a bitter shadow of a laugh. âI lost my father a long time ago, Escuella, and Iâm not lookinâ to replace him, least of all with my goddamn boyfriend.â
He pinches his eyes shut in frustration. âIâm not trying to replace anybody! Fuckinââ I just want you to be safe.â
âI can take care of myself.â
âI never said that you couldnât.â
âThen what are you sayinâ?â you demand with a toss of your hand. ââCause from where Iâm sittinâ it sounds a whole damn lot like you think Iâm too fuckinâ incompetent to get the job done.â
When the only reply you get is a hard, agitated breath you just nod your head. âAnd there it is. Hm. Well, regardless of your estimation of my skills, Mister Escuella, Iâm more than capable of handlinâ a simple robbery. Now if youâll kindly excuse me, Iâve a few things that need doinâ before I go and I donât want Arthur and the rest waitinâ on my account.â
You give him a look when the arm that bars you in doesnât immediately fall away. Javier meets your stare then and the tumultuous mix of emotions that you find in those warm brown irises leaves your indignation faltering, but before you can even begin to make an attempt at deciphering any of it heâs dropping both his eyes and his arms.
No further words are exchanged, though the small part of you thatâs not currently pissed the fuck off feels as if you should say something. Leaving things like this is hardly wise, especially since there is a possibilityârelatively slim though it isâthat you may not come back, but you just canât bring yourself to open your mouth. Javier has stepped squarely on a rather sensitive nerve, and that he canât see that, that he wonât make the first move to apologizeâŚ
It hurts more than you care to admit, even to yourself.
Youâre both adults and should be able to talk about this like the reasonable people you usually are, but you canât be the bigger person right now. For a long time people had put you down and made you feel as if you and your abilities had no real worth and you believed them. It had taken years for you to realize that they were wrong, that youâve always had value beyond anything theyâand even you yourselfâcould ever know. Your self-confidence is a thing hard earned and youâll die before you ever allow anyone to strip you of it again. Having one of the people closest to you threatening it, unintentional though it may have been, hits you hard and you just canât.
Donât. Wonât.
As you go you feel more than just Javierâs eyes on you. It seems as if you gave the gang a show to go with their morning meal and the thought leaves your face uncomfortably warm. Whereâs Abbi and John when you need âem? you think as you make your way back to your tent. When compared to the screaming matches that the pair of them frequently engage in what you and your man had done can hardly even be called a proper fight.
Abandoning the mug that you hadnât even realized you were still carrying, you grab everything youâll need from the little box that sits tucked away in the shared space of your makeshift shelter; afterwards you head over to the medicine wagon and collect a few items, just in case worst comes to worst. Now fully kitted out, the only thing left to do is join Arthur and the rest over by the horsesâwhich means cutting through the middle of the camp. Eyes forward, shoulders squared, and face set in a way that says âstay the fuck awayâ you head towards your destination. Thankfully the pointedly unwelcoming combination works as intended and the short trip is blessedly uneventful.
Arthur and Charles are both in the process of loading up their horses, but Lenny is nowhere to be found. You breathe out a sigh of relief at that as it wouldâve been beyond mortifying if your argument had caused you to be the last one to arrive.
âGents,â you greet as you approach your horse. The cheer that you infuse the word with sounds fake, even to your own ears, but if the men pick up on this they donât mention it.
Youâre sure that your spat with Javier hadnât been loud enough to reach them all the way over here, but gossip in the camp spreads faster and easier than legs in a cathouse so theyâve probably gotten an embellished account by now. Thankfully the pair of them are some of the most kindhearted men youâve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and they wonât pry or shame you for your actions regardless of what theyâve been told.
True to form, they greet you in kind before asking if youâve seen the youngest of your little party, and you shake your head. âThought heâd be over here by now,â you say with a shrug.
âI swear to god if that boahâs still sleepinâ,â Arthur mutters as he turns his eyes back towards the camp proper. Charles is already one step ahead of him, however. Sitting atop Taima gives him a better vantage and he easily spots the teen over by Straussâs wagon. The older man doesnât even bother with looking himself, instead choosing to scream, âLenny! Get the molasses outta yer ass, boah!â across the expanse.
Lenny picks up the pace at the beckoning. Long legs carry him across the distance at a decent clip and within a minute heâs sliding up next to you. He gives Arthur a sheepish grin as he shrugs helplessly. âI uhh, I had a hole in my pants, man; had to get that seen to first.â
Remembering the trousers that youâd seen Tilly with before you look him over andâyup. Same ones. The sight leaves you huffing in amusement, but the feeling is quickly shadowed by everything that came afterwards.
We were okay, fine ânâ fuckinâ dandyâhow the hell did that change so fast? You quickly shake the melancholy away. Nowâs not the time or place to deal with your personal shit; distracted minds only ever lead to people getting hurt or worse.
Unaware of you inner turmoil, the men share a laugh before moving on to talking about the plan.
âAlright,â Arthur starts, âCharles is gonna ride on ahead and look for a good ambush spot outside of town, and I want one of you to go with âem.â
âIâll go,â Lenny offers, as eager to help as ever.
His older flashes him a smile as he claps him on the shoulder. âGood man. That means me and you,â he nods his head in your direction, âare heading into town. Ruth says that theyâre not supposed to be leaving out until sometime after ten, but Iâd rather keep eyes on them all the same.â
âFair enough,â you concede with a shrug.
âI already have a couple of places in mind,â Charles says as he gives his horse a few loving pats to the neck, âso it shouldnât take too long. Want us to meet you back in Valentine after?â
Arthur nods. âItâs better if weâre not all seen in one place, so you two should head on over to Keaneâs. Iâll linger around Smithfieldâs, and ____ can take the hotel. Sound good?â When he gets answers in the affirmative he gives a gruff hum of approval. âGood. Alright folks, this should be an easy one, and if everything goes accordinâ to plan weâll be done well before noon.â
âAw come on Arthur, donât say that,â Lenny moans as he swings himself up into Maggieâs saddle. âYouâll jinx us for sure.â
âNever took you for the superstitious type,â Charles comments.
âNever was, not before all this. Iâm not usually one for all that âcurses and bad jujuâ stuff, but with everything thatâs been goinâ on latelyââ
The rest of their conversation is lost to you under the sound of their steedsâ combined hoof-falls. You and Arthur both mount up yourselves then before following after them at a more leisurely pace. A comfortable silence lingers as you steadily make your way towards Valentine and not for the first time you find yourself being distinctly grateful that Arthur is who he is. Heâs not one to meddle, but heâs always there to offer an ear or a shoulder to cry on when you need it.
And he thinks he isnât a good man. The musing leaves your lips twisting wryly.
âItâs nice to see Charles opening up more,â you comment after several long moments have passed. And it really is. You liked the man from the moment you met him, and more often than not you found yourself seeking out his quiet presence when things around camp got too rowdy. Charles has mastered the fine art of being and you can only hope that one day youâre as at peace with yourself as he so often appears to be.
Arthur hums his agreement. âYeah. Heâs a good one, that Charlesâone of the best Dutch has brought into the fold in a long while.â
Unlike Micah, the unspoken subtext reads. You, like most people in the camp (and probably the world at large) canât stand the rat bastard, but you also donât feel like talking about him either. That man exhausts you to no end, and youâre fairly certain that just saying his name aloud has the potential to shave several hours off of your lifespan. Thankfully Arthur doesnât seem too keen on bitching about him at the momentâodd given that itâs one of his favorite pastimes, but âgift horsesâ and all that.
âYou shouldâve seen what he did to Uncle last night, nearly drove the old lush crazy,â he tells you around a laugh before laying out the scene.
Apparently the man had tried to strike up a conversation with his younger over supper only to have every starter shot down with one word answers. By the end of it all Uncle had walked away red faced, frustrated, and in dire need of something stronger than the beer heâd been drinking.
âAnd-and Charles, he justââ a hard spurt of laughter, âhe just looks over at me and the rest of the boahs and heâs got the sliest little smirk on his face and we just lost it. He knew what he was doinâ.â Though the retelling leaves much to be desired, the mirth in your brotherâs voice is contagious and you find yourself laughing as well.
âThat is funny. Wish I couldâve seen it for myself.â
âMmm. Guard dutyâs a bitch, huh?â
âWho you tellinâ? I know why we have to do it, but dammit if it doesnât get up my ass. At least I got one of the better shifts this time around. I was barely able to stay awake long enough to finish my stew, but at least I got a full nightâs rest. Plus I didnât have to worry about waking up Javi, soâŚâ His name is out of your mouth before you realize it and just like that your mood loses what little levity it had managed to gain.
The man at your side sighs, though the sound isnât one born of impatience or long-suffering; heâs always hated to see anyone within the gang at odds with one another, but especially people that are as close to him as you and Javier.
He flicks up the brim of his hat so that his eyes are fully visible when he looks over at you. âIf you wanna talk about itâŚâ
âI⌠I do,â you admit with a sigh of your own, âbut I also donât, not right now at least. Work first, emotional bullshit secondâyeah?â
âIf youâd like,â he drawls back.
You smile at him then, small and grateful, before reaching over the gap and giving his arm a squeeze. âThanks.â
No more words are exchanged after that, none are needed. He gets it, gets youâso how is it that the man whose affections are supposed stretch far beyond that of a brotherâs doesnât?
They arenât coming back.
Clink. Thud.
Not that they should.
Clink. Thud.
They can do better than you. Already have, really.
Clink. Thud.
He is perfect for them, has known âem longer, understands them in a way that you probably never will. They have history; no matter how hard you try, thereâs no competing with that.
Clink. Thud.
Theyâre perfect togetherâthey should be together.
Clink. Thud.
And what else did you expect? You already had your shot at love, how could you possibly think that youâd get another?
Clink. Thud.
And on the off chance that you didâhaveâhow do you know it wonât all be snatched away from you again?
Clink. Thud. THWACK!
Javier embeds the axe into the stump with enough force to send large splinters of wood flying out from around the heavy metal head. An especially wayward piece nicks him just under his left eye, but heâs too numbâboth inside and outâto notice the sting of it. His thoughts have been relentlessly following the same misery-fueled loop of self-degradation since heâd watched his amor ride out of the camp this morning.
Things had gotten awkward fast around the firepit, but he couldnât bring himself to move. It was as if his body and mind both ceased all higher functions once he let you out of his arms, leaving him with only the capacity to hollowly stare after you as you went about readying yourself to go. Your movements were hard and jerky as you checked over your weapons and filled your pouches with tonics and salves, as clear a sign of your angerâyour rageâas you were willing to show. And when you had walked past him to get to the horses⌠It was like he was air to you, no less than that. Some useless thing that was undeserving of even a scrap of your time or attention. Your expression was hard and your eyes blank as you passed him by without so much as even a parting glare and thatâs when he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had fucked up bad.
His amor is done. Their relationship is done. And itâs all his fault.
âJoder!â He hisses out the curse as he sends one of the newly quartered logs flying with a hard kick. Itâs mildly satisfying, seeing the chunk of wood sail through the air, so he kicks another one. And another, and another. Itâs only when the last one lands some several feet away that he pulls the axe from its resting place to start in on the pile of lumber once more.
âDios, soy un jodido idiota,â he all but growls as the toolâs metal head embeds itself in the woodâs pale center. âNunca serĂŠ lo suficientemente buenoââ (God, Iâm a fucking idiot. / Iâll never be good enough.)
âIâll admit my Spanish isnât the best, but I know the sound of a man beratinâ himself when I hear it.â
Of course Hosea would be the one to come find him. Heâs the only one with enough balls to approach him when heâs this pissed and welding an axe, but also enough heart to actually careâthe bowl of stew and bottle of beer he holds are both further testament to the latter.
âIf I said that I was fine, would you believe me and go away?â the younger man asks between chops.
Hosea chuckles a bit. âGiven that you were mumblinâ to yourself somethinâ fierce just a few seconds agoâno. Look, if you donât want to talk about it Iâm not gonna make you,â he assures him. âBut what I am gonna ask you to do is to sit down for a bit.â
âWhy?â
âBecause workinâ yourself half to death wonât help anything.â
âWhat if I donât care?â
âYou do.â
âI donât.â
âWell then I do, and I can guarantee you itâs more than enough to carry the both of us âtil you come back to your senses.â
He cuts his eyes over to the conman. âMy âsensesâ rode out of here this morning  without so much as a backwards glance.â
âSo I saw,â Hosea starts as he moves to sit on the repurposed barrel. âDoes this mean that you want to talk about it then?â
Javier groans loudly as he embeds the axe into the stump once again. âNo. Dios mĂo, Hosea, pleaseâjust drop it.â
âFine,â the man concedes with a shrug. âIâll drop the subject, youâll drop that axe, and weâll both go about the rest of our day.â
âIs that an order?â
âDonât get your hackles up, Mister Escuellaâgivinâ orders is more of Dutchâs thing than mine. Iâd much rather lay out your options and hope that youâll make the best choice.â
âYes, because clearly Iâve been makinâ quality decisions all day.â
Eyes nearly as dark as his own pin him with a pointed look. âWhile your sarcasm isnât appreciated, it is telling. Thereâs no point in cryinâ over spilled milk, my boyâall you can do is clean up the mess and try to move on. Stewinâ over what you shouldâve done or said isnât helpinâ anything. Calm yourself, get some food in your belly, sleep if you can; youâll need a clear head if you want to fix things between the two of you.â
âHow can you sound so sure?â
âWell I was married for nearly fifteen years,â Hosea reminds him. The smile that accompanies his words is as bittersweet as it always is whenever the topic is broached, though as he looks the younger man over it softens. He nods for Javier to take the seat next to him and after a few seconds of hesitation he does; when offered the bowl and bottle he accepts them without further prodding. The patriarch waits until heâs got a few good spoonfuls in him before speaking again.
âYou know, the pair of your remind me a lot of me and my Bessie. We had our fair share of rough patches, especially when I couldnât settle into the humdrum of domestic bliss she seemed so intent onâbut thatâs a story for another time,â he says with a wave of his hand. âThe point Iâm tryinâ to make is this: if you both want to make this work, you will.
âSome people think that being in love means never havinâ to say youâre sorry, but thatâs the biggest crock of shit Iâve ever heard. Love is all about sayinâ youâre sorry and forgivinâ in turn. Itâs reachinâ consensuses and occasionally conceding, but never compromisinâ. And above all else itâs all about how much work youâre willinâ to put in. The sentiment alone wonât keep you afloatâyou have to choose to stay together.â
Javier has to admit that that all makes senseâeven if it takes him several long, thoughtful moments to do soâbutâ
âWhat if they donât want to? What if they donât come back?â
âOh theyâll definitely come back.â
âHow do you know that?â
âWell itâs actually quite simple, Mister Escuella,â Hosea starts with a chuckle, âitâs because their home is here.â
The sound he makes in reply is equal parts rude and dismissive. âThis place isnât home to any of us, Hosea.â
âNot here, as in the ground weâre standing on, dear boyâtheir home is you.â
His first instinct is to argue, but thereâs so much confidence in the old manâs voice that he finds himself faltering. If someone whoâs on the outside looking in can believe it so emphatically, why canât he? His amor completes him in so many ways, and theyâve told him countless times now that he does the same for them⌠Surely they wouldnât throw all of that awayâtheir love awayâover one stupid little fight?
They wouldnât. Couldnât.
Not so long as he has some say in it.
If, once all is said and done, they still wants to part ways heâll let them go, but heâll be damned if heâll let what they have die without a fight.
âAhh, now thereâs the right kind of fire!â Hosea stops just short of clapping him on the shoulder, having long since learned that his younger isnât overly fond of undue contact. Instead he gives him a broad smile before using his knees as a push off point to rise to his feet. âI know it all feels like a bit much, beinâ your first major spat and all, but when you sit down and think on it rationally, nine times outta ten youâll find that itâs not such a big thing.â
Javierâs reply comes in the form of a noncommittal huff followed by a long pull from the dark tinted bottle. His continued sullenness only serves to make the old man smile.
âYouâre a tough nut to crack, Mister Escuella, but Iâll get there yet. In the meantime please try and get some sleep. None of us want to see you passinâ out from exhaustion, and thatâs to say nothinâ of the tongue lashinâ youâll get from Susan if she thinks youâre making a burden of yourself.â
âWith all the wood I just chopped, both she and Pearson should stay off my case for a while yet.â
âTrue. Which is why you shouldnât bother with any further tasks. Take a restââ
âIâd rather take a bath,â he admits. Thanks to the tight schedule heâs been forced to keep itâs been damn near a day and a half since heâs had an opportunity to do more than a cursory rubdown and heâs long since started to feel grimy.
Hosea hunches up a shoulder. âFine then. Bath first, sleep after, yeah?â
ââŚYeah.â
The older man gives him a smile and a nod before leaving him to finish the rest of his meal in peace. Now that his mind isnât so weighed down with sorrow heâs able to enjoy the freshness of the rabbit meat and the fine blend of herbs that accompany itâcompliments of Charlesâ snares and one of Mary-Bethâs âacquisition jobsâ in town respectively. Within a few minutes the bowl is empty and the bottle soon follows suit. Not looking to make more work for the ladies than necessary, he takes both over to the washing station and cleans up his mess before gathering up what he needs and heading down to the river.
The bath does wonders for his mood, with every swipe of the rough cloth over his skin rubbing away a portion of his self-loathing and doubts, and by the time heâs dressed in a fresh set of clothes he has mostly come back to himself. Taking advantage of the noonday sun he doesnât gather his hair up as he usually does but instead leaves it to hang loose. Though the feeling of the heavy, damp locks against his neck is unpleasant he knows itâll be dry soon enough. As he plops down onto his makeshift bed, his loverâs scent wafts up to greet him; it leaves his heart twisting with longing and just a little bit of dread, though heâs quick to push the latter away.
Soon, he promises himself. Soon theyâll come back to this placeâback to his arms, back to their homeâand when they do the pair of them will talk this thing out and reach an understanding, heâs sure of it.
âNow I do want to thank you all so very kindly for your cooperation,â Arthur starts as he swings himself up into his saddle and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
It seems as if spending the better part of his life under Dutchâs tutelage has endowed him with the same grandiose flair that plagues your illustrious leader, and you can only thank the Almighty that he doesnât indulge in it overmuch.
âNow remember: going back towards Valentine will get you nowhereâwell, nowhere youâll want to be, anyway. The only place thereâs a future for you is out there, across the Dakota at Wallace Station on the train that waits for you. Right?â
A dozen-plus voices, shrill with fear and just a touch frantic, rise up in agreement; the owners of said voices are tied to the wheels of the ransacked wagons that sit before your little group of outlaws. Though theyâre all more or less in the state in which youâd found them, theyâre a bunch of gentle folk; all it took to cow them were a few well-placed shots and some rather colorful language.
Arthur and Lenny had walked them through tying themselves up while you and Charles had made sure that there werenât any enterprising guards among them lying in wait. In the end it hadnât taken you more than a solid twenty minutes to get them squared away and their valuables stashed on your respective horses. All the while the captives behaved as they were expected to. Crying, cursing, prayingâall typical responses to being held at gunpoint and relieved of all your worldly possessionsâ
âThank you for this, sir! I wonât soon forget the lesson you and your compatriots taught me here today!â
âand then thereâs Slias Spatchcock.
Apparently the manâs some type of up-and-coming actor known for his portrayal of outlaws like yourselves. You can only shudder to think what that says about the state of the industry as a whole because this jackass can barely tell the business end of a pistol from his goddamn elbow.
Arthur had entertained a few of his questionsâmostly just as a way to get the idiot to shut upâand in exchange the man had promised to model his next performance after the âârough ânâ tumble gunslinger, whose eyes are as green as jade, but as hard as flint.â Youâre pretty sure that nobody besides you had noticed the slight flush that had crept up the older manâs neck at the words, but youâre enough, really. Youâd never tease him about it, he gets enough shit from everyone about everything as is, but you like to think of it as further proof of his allure.
Everywhere he goes just about every one of every gender finds their eyes trailing after Mister Morgan for one reason or another, though heâs loathed to notice this, let alone admit it. Hell, even now, with several of the women (as well as Silas) looking up at him with a curious combination of lust, fear, and anger he still doesnât see it.
âSee that you donât, Mister Spatchcock,â the man of the hour replies with a tip of his hat.
âHere.â Charlesâ voice is much louder than usual in deference to the distance between him and the captives; the dull thud of a knife embedding itself into the ground just a few scant feet away from one of the menâs boots punctuates the extremely short sentence. âRememberâif you try to give chase we will shoot to kill.â
Itâs with this last grim reminder that the four of you set off back towards Valentine. Once youâre a good ways away you find a nice secluded spot to divvy up the loot. Surprisingly there isnât too much of note in the haul; a decent amount of jewelry, some actual cash, and a few books whose value is found in their ability to entertain. Of course the camp gets its due right off the top, but youâre all still left with nearly sixty dollars and a few trinkets apiece. With that last bit of business taken care of you all go your separate ways.
Charles turns back the way you came, citing a need to make sure your victims donât get any cute ideas. Lennyâs heading back to the camp to drop off the offering as well as to catch some sleep before his shift on guard duty, and you can only assume that Arthur will be joining him; this leaves the three of you to fall into step as you headed back towards civilization.
The men chat as you goâmostly about the heist itself, with Arthur giving his younger a few pointersâand youâre content enough to let them talk around you. Though the mildly euphoric feeling of a job well done rests warm in your chest, you canât quite shake the melancholy that still shrouds you. You rather enjoy this particular aspect of your life, being a Robin Hood for a new generation, and the only thing that makes it better is having the people you love best at your side as you partake in it. Youâve always loved pulling off jobs with Javi, and you had thought he felt the same, but the way he acted this morningâŚ
You sigh heavily as you mentally push the thought, and the anger that follows it, away; youâre not going to let him ruin the rest of this day for you. In fact, youâre going to treat yourself. Youâve already rented a room at Saints as part of your cover, and you donât see any reason why you should let it go to waste. Yes, a nice hot bath will do you a world of good, as will a decent mealâ
And the campâs doing pretty well for itself. Between all of us workinâ and Charles and Arthurâs huntinâ skills we arenât exactly wantinâ for too much. I could get myself something nice, maybe look into getting a new part for my pistolâŚ
Lennyâs farewell snaps you back into the present and you return it with a nod of your head, as well as a warning for him to look after himself. The young man huffs a bit at your words, but doesnât brush them off completelyâcanât, not with the manner of luck youâve all had lately. After one last tip of his hat heâs spurring Maggie on as they speed back towards the Overlook.
âYouâre not going with him?â you ask your brother. Heâs been running himself especially ragged these past couple of weeks and youâd thought that he would jump at the chance to sleep in his own bed.
âMuch rather sleep in an actual bed,â he replies when you say as much. âBesides thereâre a few things I want to do in town before we inevitably get run out of it.â
You laugh a bit. âFair enough. Would you⌠care for some company?â
Despite your bond the question is posed tentatively. Arthur doesnât take nearly enough time for himself and you feel no small amount of self-loathing for impeding on his rare allowance, but youâre not exactly thrilled with the idea of being left alone with your thoughts right now. Thankfully the âSureâ you get is quick and genuine.
âFeels like forever since weâve done anything, just you ânâ me. But first Iâd like to take a bath, if you donât mind. Iâve got to smell like a goatâs ass by now and canât look much better.â
âYouâre not alone there. Meet you at Smithfieldâs in a couple of hours then?â
He tosses you a wink that leaves you scoffing. âItâs a date.â
Freshly scrubbed and donned in the clean clothes you always leave stored on your horseâs pack, you meet a rather dapper Arthur in Smithfieldâs Saloon at a quarter past three. Apparently he hadnât spent quite as long soaking his cares away as you did; his hair and beard both have been seen to, with the former being a good several inches shorter and well tapered on the sides, and the latter not nearly so shaggy as last you seen him. You let out an appreciative whistle when you slide into the chair across from him at the table for two.
âLookinâ sharp, Mister Morgan.â
âIââ He stops short when he sees the look on your face. Youâd already told him to lay off that self-depreciating bull, and while youâre sure he still gets up to it when youâre not around, when you are he knows itâs a no-go. âThanks,â he starts again. âYouâre lookinâ mighty nice yourself.â
Thereâs nothing special about the plain ensemble youâve thrown on, but you donât feel the need to contradict the statement. âWell thank ya kindly, sir. Now whatâs a fine specimen such as myself gotta do to get a drink âround these parts?â
Arthur rolls his eyes even as he chuckles before heading over to the bar. A few minutes later he returns with two glasses and a bottle of mid-shelf whiskey. âI took the liberty of putting in our lunch order,â he tells you as he pours you both a measure. âThey said it should be out shortly.â
You hum your thanks as you accept your glass. You have no idea whatâs on the menu today, nor does it rightly matter; the place serves what it serves and either you eat it or you donât. Luckily their house chef is a good cook, much better than Pearson these daysâthough to be fair to the man, up until very recently he didnât exactly have the best environment or ingredients to work with.
The pair of you chat about everything and nothing, mostly just catching one another up on what youâve been getting into since settling in at the Overlook. By the time the barmaid is bringing out your meal youâve fallen into reminiscing about the members of your cobbled family that youâve lost. You share a toast in their honor before digging in.
âSo, what do you want to do with the rest of the day?â Arthur asks once your plates have been taken away.
You shrug. âI was thinking about investing in a new pair of boots since these have certainly seen better days, maybe a part or two for my pistol too. If thereâs anything left after that Iâll pick up a few things for the ladies just âcause.â
He hums in that way he does as he leans more fully back in his chair, a truly contented smile playing at his lips. âLookinâ to treat yourself then?â
âYou sayinâ I donât deserve it?â
âNot at all. Well if thatâs what you wanna get into, then thatâs what weâll do.â
âI never intended to monopolize your time, Arthur. Iâm sure the absolute last thing you wanna do is putter around from shop to shop with me.â
âNah, itâs fine,â he assures you as he rises from his seat. You give him a skeptical look as he nods expectantly towards the door, looking for any sign that heâs being overly selfless again, but for a wonder he doesnât seem to be putting on airs.
âWell far be it from me to turn down such a strapping escort.â Ignoring his scoffing laugh you finally rise as well and head out into the town proper.
Javier awakes to the smell of coffee, much to his confusion.
Itâs far too late in the day for anyone to be brewing the stuff, and the sleeping area is purposefully situated far away from the âkitchenâ besides. It isnât until sleep-bleary eyes land on the little crate-slash-bedside table that he finds the culprit: the mug that you had been nursing this morning.
His brain stalls hard as memories of the harsh words and heated glares youâd exchanged come flooding back.
âGod, Iâm such a jackass,â he mutters under his breath as he pinches at the space between his brows.
Had he been less sleep deprived then maybe things wouldnât have veered off so badly. He hadnât meant to insult you or try to assert some control over you that he most certainly knew he didnât haveâhe just wanted to keep you safe. Thatâs not so unreasonable, is it? He doesnât think so, not with the way things have been going since the Massacre. In the time since the pair of you havenât been apart too often, his brief trip into Valentine aside. And even then he hadnât been too keen on the idea of leaving you alone, even if you were within the relative safety of the camp.
Logically he knows that you cannot be tucked under each otherâs arms twenty-four sevenâyour responsibilities, as well as your sanity, wonât allow for that, but⌠Javier Escuella has always been a man who often times puts heart before head. Itâs a habit that has gotten him into more than a few scrapes, but what went down between the pair of you may be his biggest blunder to date. Still, he has to believe that he can fix things. Even the darkest of nights have a dawn, he knowsâI just need to find my sunlight.
To that end he quickly scrambles to get dressed before checking the time. Itâs just a little past three in the afternoon. He has no idea when you all were set to hit up that caravan, but with any luck youâre already back and cooled down enough to tolerate his presence again.
People extend him more grace than what he probably deserves when he exits his tent, treating him as they normally would despite him showing his ass earlier. Unfortunately nobody has seen hide or hair of you, which is strange given the fact that half of the crew you set out with returned over an hour ago.
Charles and Lenny had rode in separately, with the former having broken away from the group early on. He had assumed that the others were heading back to camp, but clearly that wasnât the case. Whatâs more the only one that would more than likely know where you are is fast asleep and Javier doesnât want to wake him. That would be a dick move and a display of desperation thatâwell, heâs not exactly above, but not quite at the point of just yet.
âIf they arenât here theyâre more than likely still in Valentine,â Charles tells him. âThat would make the most sense as ____ rented a room there.â
The outlaw can feel his face harden with this new bit of information. While he knows thereâs nothing more to itâto you and the man that is your brother in everything but bloodâthat treacherous little part of his brain that never fails to remind him just how inadequate he is when compared to the likes of Arthur Morgan rears its cruel head. Though he stays quiet itâs very obvious to the other man exactly what roads his mind have traveled down.
Charles gives him a disapproving look as he shakes his head. âDonât do that, Javier. Itâs a disservice to yourself as well as the both of them. Neither of them would ever betray your trust like that, and ____ would certainly never disrespect themselves or your relationship in such a way. I donât know what youâve gone through to make you think otherwise, but youâd be better off putting those issues to rest sooner rather than later.â
Though the unsolicited advice grates, Javier hears the wisdom in it. Old betrayals and past hurts have left their mark in mind and heart both, but if wants to have any hope of recovering and moving onâif heâs ever to have a real and solid future with youâthen he has to move past it all.
From character to aptitude, never once in all the time that heâs known you have you ever given him any reason to doubt you in any capacity. Youâve only ever been good to him; radiating a kindness that warmed him from the inside out to melt away the ice around his heart so that love could blossom once more. How could something as inane as insecurities, ones that heâd convinced himself that heâd come to terms with long ago, come between that? Why was there ever even any room within him for that to take root and fester in the first place?
He knows the answer to this of course, and itâs a simple thing: because he let it. Had he at least tried to deal with his inner demons sooner instead of just sweeping them under the rug then maybe the pair of you wouldnât be in this mess.
You really are a jackass, his brain silently reminds him yet again, as if it had no parts in this disaster once so ever.
Aloud, he breathes deeply before sayingâadmittingââYouâre right. I, uh⌠Thanks, Charles.â
The man nods before turning his attention back to the knife heâd been sharpening. Taking the sign of dismissal for what it is Javier heads over to the stables. He knows that fixing things wonât be so easy as uttering a simple two word apology, but as he preps Boaz for travel heâs positive that itâs definitely the perfect place to start.
âSo, about that âemotional bullshitââŚ?â
You canât help but to snort a laugh at that. âAs tactful as ever.â
Arthur shrugs, chuckling a bit himself. âNever claimed to be anything other than what I am, you know that.â
âFair enough,â you concede with a shrug. âAs for the âbullshitâ, I⌠I donât even know what went wrong, honestly.â
As you proceed to lay out the whole of the situation to him, Arthur mostly keeps quiet aside from the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Once youâve gotten it all out he goes quiet for a long moment as he considers all that has been said. When he finally does speak again he isnât saying anything that you donât already know, but hearing it from an outside source gives it more weight than what your thoughts alone could provide. He speaks of context and meaning, inferences and biases, and how at the end of the day you shouldnât allow whatâs little more than a simple misunderstanding to impede on what it is that you and Javier shareâ
ââbut thatâs just my thoughts on the matter. Iâm nobodyâs Romeo, as you well knowââ
âThatâs probably for the best, given the way that particular story ended.â
âSmartass. You know what I mean. But in all seriousness, I think thingsâll work out in the end so long as youâre willinâ to let âemâŚâ He lets the sentence trail off with a resolute nod as he takes a cigarette from an intricately engraved tinâan actual present from an admiring actor, overly-eager to please. He offers you one, shrugging again when you decline, before lighting up.
âYou make it all sound so easy,â you reply as you fiddle with your bracelet. The simple gold numberâs a gift from Javier for your birthday just passed, one made all the more special by the fact that he had gotten himself one to match.
âI know itâs probably not the best time to be thinking about rings and the like, butâŚâ His words had left you both blushing at the implications as he secured the thing around your wrist with uncharacteristically shaky hands. âI still like the idea of letting the world know youâre mine, just as much as Iâm yours, even in this small wayâŚâ
âThatâs because it is easy,â Arthur assures you, snapping you out of the brief reverie. âJust because Iâve got shit luck with love donât mean I donât know it when itâs sittinâ squarely in front of me. The two of you are made for each other, and no doubt about it, but your being perfect for each other doesnât mean that youâre actually perfect. Youâre bound to make just as many mistakes as the rest of us, especially with you being so close to one another.
âToes get stepped on, feelings get hurtâitâs only natural. The only time you need to worry is when you feel like thereâs no coming back from it. You donât feel like that, do ya? And before you answer, Iâm gonna need you to push all of the dramatics aside and think on it logically.â
The look that you give him says that you can do without the sass, but you do as youâre told all the same, not that it takes much prompting. Youâre hurt, sure, but even that isnât as prominent as it had been this morning. Now you mostly just feel sad over the fact that youâre at odds with the man you love; sad and a touch embarrassed at your very public altercation. This isnât going to be the end for the pair of you, of this you are sure, but it does shed some light on areas that you both need to work on if your relationship is to be a long and healthy one.
After letting out a drawn out breath you say, âIâ No, I donât think that at all. Clearly there are some issues that need to be addressed, but itâs nothinâ so dire as all that. I know that Javier would never purposefully hurt me in any manner any more than Iâd do so to him. We both just let our emotions get the better of us this morninâ, but that ainât exactly surprisinâ, all things considered.â
Your brother hums his agreement. Though things have been markedly better this past month that isnât saying much. The gang has only just begun to fish itself out of the mire, but thereâs no saying when fateâll decide to throw you right back into the shit. Youâve collectively got the temperament of a beaten cat, and honestly thinking on it now itâs a miracle that you and Javier managed to go this long without really snapping at each other. When you say as much Arthur laughs hardily as he gives your shoulder a fond pat.
âAnd just like that youâre finally able to see the forest for the trees. Youâve pretty much solved your own problem there, not that Iâm surprised. Youâve always been a smart one, ____; I knew you didnât need me telling you what you already know. All there is left to do now is kiss and make up.â
Thereâs an amused tilt to his lips as he jerks his chin at some unseen point behind you. You arch your brow at him, but when all he does is grin wider you turn around to findâ
âJavier.â Heâs here. Heâs come to you.
Seeing him standing outside of Saints loosens the last bit of tension in your chest. Your feet carry you forwards without any conscious thought on your part just as Javierâs seemingly do the same. Ignoring your brotherâs quip about him ââactually wanting to get some sleep tonight, so try to keep it down, alright?â, you pick up your pace until youâre standing face to face with your man.
Javier breathes out your name like a prayer to some higher power, eyes traveling over the whole of you almost as if he cannot believe that youâre actually right here in front of him. Tentative hands reach out for you, stopping just an inch short of touching, though youâre quick to bridge the gap. Despite the fact that it hasnât even been a full half a day since last you saw one another, those interim hours felt like they ran longer, colderâand how could they not, with the way youâd left things?
An apology is slipping from between both of your lips at nearly the same time, a thing that leaves Javi taken aback.
âNo-no-no,â he starts, head shaking hard, âyouâve got no reason to be sorry, amor. It doesnât matter how worried I was, I never shouldâve said what I didâor, at least, not the way that I said it.â
âBut I do need to apologize,â you insist. âI know you would never belittle me like that. The way you said it definitely couldâve been better, but⌠I shouldnât âve, I dunno, come out swinginâ like that. Iâm better than that, we both are, even if we didnât exactly show it.â
âI⌠Alright then. This, uhh⌠This went down a lot smoother than I was expecting it to, honestly.â
You laugh a bit a that. âYeah, well, I guess us both being at fault make it easier to forgive and be forgiven.â
âYeah,â he replies, voice a touch sheepish, âguess so.â
You smile then, soft and sweet, as you cup his cheek with your palm. Javier is quick to lean into your touch, his own lips curling up as well before he turns to cuddle them against your hand. The tickle of his mustache against the sensitive skin causes your fingers to twitch against him, but his own hand comes up to cover yours and hold it in place; he trails his ministrations down the length of your arm, heedless of your shirt, until heâs able to kiss you properly.
Javier licks hotly into your mouth, greedily swallowing up the least little sound you make even as he strives to draw more from your throat. His hands drift down to your hips to pull you in closer as he continues to stake his claim on your lips with teasing nips and soothing swipes of his tongue that you succumb to with a sigh that is content, if laced through with longing. Your hands curl feebly against the silky brocade of his vest, needing somethingâanything, reallyâto help keep you grounded. But for all your efforts, youâre sure that the only thing keeping you upright is the arms that have since coiled around your middle.
You know that your not-so-little display of affection has to be scandalizing the good people of this small town, but neither of you have a mind to care overmuch. It isnât until a familiar voice tells you that âYouâve already got a room, goddammit, so kindly go and use itâ that you finally decide to make the short trek into the hotelâs interior. Either the receptionist recognizes you, despite the man thatâs all but affixed to your face, or he wisely chooses not to confront youâagain, due to the man thatâs all but affixed to your face. In any event you make it to your room without incident, with Javier only pulling away long enough for you to open and then quickly close the door behind you.
When he kisses you this time it isnât nearly as frantic as before. Heâs thorough, taking his time as he remaps the whole of your form with eyes and lips and hands, as if he were actually able to forget the look and feel of you in such a short span of time. Or maybe his touch is more reverent than that, an act of worship for the body that he thought he might never be able to touch againâit would certainly explain the promises to do better for you and by you that heâs been steadily murmuring in between kisses.
Thereâs a ceremony to the way he removes your clothes, and it turns the simple act into a supplicantâs display of devotion. The hesitancy that heâd shown earlier is nowhere to be found as he traces over the lines of you now with calloused fingers and heated breath. There is no part of you that goes untouched, no bit left unseen, and by the time the last article is removed youâre left naked in more ways than the obvious.
Still on his knees from where he helped you out of your pants, Javier looks up at you with an expression that can only be described as awestruck, though as he kisses his way back up your body it changes into something a bit more love drunk.
âMi corazon,â he sighs as he cradles your face between his work-rough palms, âso beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky, huh?â
Youâre sure that he can feel the heat that creeps into your cheeks at that, and youâre quick to cover up your flustered state with another kiss. What starts off as an innocuous little peck soon turns into something that has you writhing against one another. Javier captures your bottom lip between his teeth, giving the plush flesh a little suckle before slipping his tongue into your mouth. He owns the kiss, owns youâbody, heart, mind, soulâand all you can really do is receive this outpouring of affection and lust.
When he finally pulls away some long moments later he doesnât go far. His forehead leans heavily against your own as his hands pull you tighter against the bulge that has been growing impossibly harder this whole time.
âTell me to stop, amor,â he says, the words breathed directly against your parted lips, âtell me right now, or I wonât be able to.â
You regard him through half lidded eyes that flutter close as you sigh out your simple reply of, âMm, then donât.â
And he doesnât.
Slow ministrations are replaced by harried breaths and eager fingers and the all-consuming need to touch, claimâto feel and be felt in turn. It transforms the removal of his clothes into a nearly feral affair, one that sees seams ripping and buttons popping. Later youâll both come to regret the fruits of your impatience, but in the now your only real concern is the more-more-more your bodies are crying out for.
Javier backs you up until youâre tumbling backwards onto the bed with a startled squawk. He follows you down with a chuckle, a dark and deep roll of a sound that wouldâve surely turned your knees to smoke had you not already been lying down. Of course your man knows the effect he has on you, and ever as always heâs quick to take advantage of it, telling you to lie back so that he can ââlove on you a bit, yeah?â
He leans back just enough for you to make yourself comfortable and then heâs on you again. Hot, opened mouth kisses are slurred from jaw to neckâwhere he stops to leave a few bites and sucks that are sure to blossom into bruises come nightfallâand beyond. His trek stops just past your bellybutton, with him nosing at the skin there. He looks up at you then, eyes impish as he takes in your mussed state and annoyed pout.
When you whine out his name he responds with a cheeky âYes, amor?â that leaves you gritting out a sound thatâs caught somewhere between a groan and a laugh.
âYour eagerness is cute, baby, but youâre gonna have to use your words.â
âUgh, fine! Fuckinââ Touch me, please.â
You realize your mistake a moment too late. And when heâs laving over your nipple, its twin caught between teasing calloused pads, you know that you have no one but yourself to blame.
âPatience is a virtue, cariĂąo,â he reminds you when you start to whine, his thumbnail giving your nipple a pointed flick. âNow be good, and let me have my fun. Itâs been too long since last I had you writhing all pretty-like underneath me, and Iâm gonna take my time with youâŚâ
When he puts it like that how can you do anything but lay back and receive his care?
Suckles that leave you sighing out his name are punctuated by nips that see the appellation scaling up into a whine. Tugs and pinches and the scrape of blunted nailsâthe roughness is always followed by something to soothe, and the dichotomy leaves you writhing with anticipation.
âJa-vi~â the second syllable sticks in your throat as the pleasure-pain of an especially vicious pinch shoots through you, âahhh, fuck! Please. I-I needâŚâ
The desperation in your plea sees him finally pulling his attention away from your chest. You have no idea what it is he sees when he finally looks at you properly, but it softens his gaze. His expression goes gooey as he comes to hover over you; the position that he takes up is familiar, but one that long hours and disparate schedules have lent a level of elusiveness. Having itâhimâback leaves you almost delirious with several types of longing. You want everything, from him and with him, and you want it all at once. The whole of your desire is laid out on display, youâre sure, but thereâs no shame in itâand how could there be, in a love so pure?
Needy hands reach out and are instantly quelled by a warm body that is more than willing to oblige. The heated press of lips is accompanied by wandering hands that drag themselves along your torso. With experience guiding him, he alternates between feather-light caresses and purposeful strokes, always choosing the one that will leave you gasping out your pleasure into your shared kiss.
By the time he finally reaches your center youâre soaked, a thing that comes as no great surprise to either of you. Javier runs playful fingers through the proof of your arousal, gathering up a portion and smearing it across their pads before popping them into his mouth. You swallow thickly as you watch the near hypnotic way his tongue laves over the digitsâ length, damn near cum on the spot when he slides the whole of them past his lips with a satisfied groan. You both know exactly what it is heâs doing to you, but that knowledge does little to detract from the provocative display.
When he releases his fingers some long seconds later theyâre still glistening, albeit for another reason entirely, and you find yourself biting your lip at the sight. For his part Javier just smirks at you as he comes to lean into your space once more.
âFuck, you always taste so damn good, baby.â As if to prove his point further he kisses you hard and deep, his tongue dragging heavily along yours to make sure youâre able to savor the fullness of your tangy musk.
His laugh is breathy when he finally pulls away with a little smack of lipsâlips that he licks soon after, almost as if he cannot bear to waste even a smidge of your flavor.
âI gotta get a little bit more of thatâ You donât mind, do you?â
âFuck no.â
âHeh. Didnât think soâŚâ
His tongue is molten when it finally drags along the length of you. He groans deeply as he laps up the fluids that all but coat your twitching sex, and the vibrations leave your hips bucking wildly against his hold. Itâs a practice in futility as every pass of the slick muscle against your heated flesh creates a bigger mess for him to cleanânot that either of you are complaining.
Pursed lips suckle at your weak spot in a move that leaves you keening while long, calloused fingers prod at your entrance. The sheer amount of pre alone would probably be more than enough for him to slip comfortably inside, but he spits anywayâthe hot, viscous glob allowing him to slip two fingers inside in one go. Pain and pleasure briefly mingle at the stretch, though the discomfort soon fades out leaving only a burning want that has you bearing down. Javier curses hotly at the added pressure against his digits, his movementsâ efforts redoubling as he strokes and prods at your fluttering walls, focusing in on that spot that always leaves you seeing stars.
ââM close,â you tell him, the words so slurred that you barely recognize them, ââM close, so damn close, babyâfuck!â
âMmm, then do it, amor, cum. I wanna feel it, taste itâ Give it to me.â
With how wound up you are it doesnât take much more than a few rolls of your hips to send you careening over the edge. A weekâs worth of denial sees your orgasm washing over you with all the force of a tidal wave, overwhelming you completely as it drags you into an abyss of pleasure. The gasping of your manâs name is prayer and plea bothâfor just as he is the only one that could ever lead you to this beautiful ruin, heâs likewise the only one who can see you through to calmer shores.
âSo good for me, pretty baby, cumming like that. God, youâre beautiful.â
Though he has been steadily murmuring such words of praise since you first fell apart, youâre just now lucid enough to fully comprehend them. You feel your face flush even as your core gives a nearly painful throb. You know itâs greedy of you, wanting more when youâve only just come down from your high, but thatâs what this man does to youâand thankfully for you as well.
If your eyes are alight with flames then Javierâs are a roaring inferno from where he hovers over you. He kisses you deeply, easily stealing what little air youâve managed to take in before asking, âThink you can give me one more?â
The question is rhetorical, of course, but you give him a shaky nod anyway. He slots his hips in against your then, and the fit is as perfect as ever. Having him so close to where you need him most is too enticing a thing, and you find yourself rutting against him without thought. The drag of his heavy cock over your heat is exquisite, pulling whimpers and whines from you as you continue to grind yourself against him. You man humors you for a few moments, allowing you to wet his cock with your arousalâall the while a decadent little smirk pulls at his lips despite the light pant he keeps upâthough once he thinks your efforts are sufficient heâs lining himself up and sinking slowly in.
âFucking tightâ he growls at the same moment you groan out something about the stretch. Were you any less wrapped up in your pleasure you mightâve laughed a bit, but as it stands you only cling to the body above you as he sets up a steady pace.
Javier takes you deep and slow, with the sinuous roll of his hips only interrupted by the little snap that punctuates them. You canât help the breathy whimpers and choked moans that push their way out of your throat any more than you can keep your fingers from digging into his shoulders, scalp, arms, and any other bits of him that your restless hands can get ahold of. Javi is just as bad off as you, having dropped his head back into the cubby between your cheek and shoulder long ago to nose at your sweat-slicked neck, the hot, wet drag of his tongue against the overly-sensitive skin there oftentimes turning into a nip or suck. His moans are almost deafening from this close, the feeling of them breaking hot and moist against you making you shiver.
âDios, ____, baby, amorâfuck, Iâmââ The rest of his sentence devolves into a growl that originates somewhere deep in his gut. âOoooh just like that, baby, siempre me tomas tan bien. (You always take me so good.)
âIâm close,â he starts again, âso fuckinâ close, I canâhah! I can tell you are too. You wanna cum with me, yeah? You gonna do that for me, amor?â
Your replying nod is frantic as you pull him impossibly closer. âYes, yesâplease, I wannaâŚâ
Javier promises to give you what you wantâwhat you both needâand he delivers with hips angled just so and calloused fingers furiously rubbing against your most sensitive area.
Thoughts turned hazy from your mounting bliss whiteout completely before fireworks erupt throughout the whole of your being. You arch hard against Javiâs hold on you, hips bucking in spastic little thrusts that you could never hope to contain. Your shuddering sob of a moan holds for an impressively long time before petering out into something weaker as you finally collapse back onto the bed.
For his part you man rides the wave of your body, somehow managing to match your jerky movements enough to see himself through to his own end, shuddering his way through his release. With his eyes pinched shut and your name falling from his lips like a litany youâd almost swear that he was petitioning some exalted being. You cannot help but to admire his beauty in this moment, pushing his hair away from his sweat-slicked face before running your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks as you wait for him to come back to himself.
Once he finally settles, Javier presses a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before maneuvering you both so that youâre tucked in against his side. His fingers skitter back and forth over your ribs as he presses a few more kisses against your dewy skin in between declarations of love and praise. The moment is tender and perfect, everything you want and need, so why do you feel like youâre on the verge of tears?
You push back against the prickling heat that stings your eyes and tightens your throat, burrowing in deeper against Javierâs side in hopes of comforting yourself as well as to keep the sudden burst of melancholy hidden away. Itâs not something you want to deal with right now, not when your emotions have been all over the place for the better part of a day, but Javier has always been able to read you like an especially well-loved book. He urges you from your hiding spot with gentle hands and soft pleas for you to ââlook at me, please, baby?â
When you finally gather up enough courage to meet his gaze your heart stalls for a beat or two. Thereâs just so much love thereâraw and unfilteredâthat you almost cannot bear to hold his stare, but something within you, perhaps that selfsame unadulterated love, wonât allow you to turn away.
âNo tears, sweetheart,â he murmurs despite the fact that any have yet to fall. âIâm here, and Iâll always be here. Always. For as long as youâll have me.â
Your voice is small, and your smile laced through with something vulnerable when you ask, âYou promise?â
âI promise. Thereâs nowhere else for me. My heart, my home, my whole entire lifeâitâs all in you, amor. Wherever you go, I swear Iâll always be right there, by your side.â
His words are simple, deceptively so, but theyâre your shared truth and theyâre more than enough.
Š notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lolâŚ
#((Immy does fan fiction: The Yeehaws))#((Immy's 200 Follower Event))#and that's the last fill done--and it didn't even take me a full month to do it! lol#grant it that's probably because i only got 4 requests but w/e--i've learned to take my victories where i can get 'em#thanks to all that participated and for sending something in and for being so kind/patient!!#now send in the dancin' lobsters! and by that i mean the tags lmao#javier escuella x reader#javier escuella x gender neutral reader#Javier Escuella x GN!Reader#javier escuella x you#javier escuella x y/n#javier escuella imagine
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I went to a horror convention called Mad Monster Party in AZ and there is a story I want to share
The first day, I met Jeffrey Combs he was in Dr. Morded, From Beyond, Reanimator, The Pit and Pendulum and a lot of Star Trek episodes incliluding Deep Space 9, Voyager, etc. Yeah, very large range
Now he is a big inspiration to me as an actress in independent film. My husband and i had run into him on the elevator but didn't want to bother him. I also didn't know who he was until my partner told me but that's besides the point. When we met again he seemed...moody and snipped at me a bit because I had gotten the difference between SAG and an equity card wrong. Oops.
I was embarrassed and really wanted to cry. My husband has a cabin here in AZ in the mountains and he hawks it every chance he gets and he handed Jeff my card cause he was out of his cards. My card states I am an actress, model and writer. He looked at it and asked, seeming surprised "You're an actress?" I straightened up, looked him in the eye and said "Yes sir." He said "Very good." And smiled slightly. We left shortly after.
On Saturday, we had aphoto op with him and Barbara Crampton. I was avoiding looking at Jeff because I was still very embarrassed from our last encounter but my husband told me that his face lit up when he saw me.
When we were getting the first photo done, he wanted me in the middle and I was saying I was so damn short and he said just before the photo was taken he said to "You aren't short. My mom was 4'11." While he said that he was giving me what I term as a "Dad Hug" around the waist. A firm, short, yet comforting and hidden squeeze that shows the receiver affection and his way of saying he was sorry for being mean. It took me by surprise.
The second pose was prompted by Barbara who is a huge ray of Sunshine and encouraged me to look scared and a little silly. I love her dearly
#my writing#autistic women#writers on tumblr#horror#reanimator#jeffrey combs#herbert west#horror convention#photos#barbara crampton
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Monster Mash Day One
So I almost forgot about the monster mash event but managed to do this little piece for day one, I had fun, I love these boys. @op-pirate-fleet are hosting the event!
Mild Marco x Ace SFW Prompt: Jack o' lanterns Word Count: 602
âWhat are you doing with those?â Ace asked as he walked towards the older pirates, Thatch laughed as he cut the top off the large orange pumpkin, rolling up his sleeve, digging his hand into the pulp and guts, yanking out a large handful and dumping into a bowl.
âPumpkins?â the chef asked, Ace shrugged.
âPumpkins, sureâ He nodded hands in his pockets as he eyed them up, he hadnât really seen many other traditions when he was growing up, he knew about Halloween and how it could be celebrated, he used to tell his brothers ghost stories after all.
âBasically, you cut nâ gut these, cut out a face and put a candle in it at nightâ Thatch passed a completely empty one to Marco who wiped down the front with a rag, getting a knife to roughly trace a design.
âWhy?â Ace sat down next to the doctor, watching how the blond focused on his work, tip of his tongue poking out in concentration, he leaned on his hand waiting to see the result.
âFun yoiâ
âFun?â
âIâll gut this one and birdbrain will help you, youâll see, funâThe 4th division commander chuckled as he once again sunk his knife into the large orange vegetable.
âI didnât know you could drawâ Ace said watching as Marco started to etch out the jack oâ lanterns eyes.
âAre we not looking at the same thing? I canât yoiâ Marco chuckled, somehow feeling proud the younger pirate was impressed with his basic art skills.
âHereâ Thatch passed another empty one down the line, Marco took it and handed it to Ace, passing him another small knife.
âDonât cut all the way inside, not yet, this is just the planning stageâ Marco instructed, watching as Ace squinted back at him, clicking his tongue as he glanced between what Marco was doing, the big goofy smile and the triangle nose and then to his blank canvas.
Thatch finished one for himself joining the other two, for a few minutes there was a comfortable silence between the three men, just the sound of each knife scoring the surface of the pumpkins. Ace put down his knife and turned the pumpkin to face Marco and Thatch.
âLike this?â
âThat⌠thatâs pretty damn good frecklesâŚâ Thatch blinked, looking at the planning stages of Ace���s versus his and Marcoâs. Thankful it wasnât a contest, maybe Ace had beginnersâ luck, the chef scolded himself for underestimating the younger pirate.
âRight! now you get the bigger knife and poke throughâ Thatch said taking the reins, Ace watching, seeing how the chef cut around the shapes, pulling out a large chunk, the pumpkin now had a large grinning mouth.
âAlright, I can do thatâ Ace nodded, taking up his own tools, working on his project. Once again everyone focused on their work, it was nice getting to spend some down time together.
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âWell, I think you can tell who has the talent and who ah, better luck next yearâ Izou smirked when all the candles were lit and the three jack oâ lanterns sat in all their glory.
âI think we did a good jobâ Thatch crossed his arms and stared at the pumpkins, seeing how his and Marcoâs looked like a child had gotten on board and made a very bad attempt.
âIâm proud of us all yoiâ Marco placed an arm around Aceâs shoulder and smiled âYou did great fireflyâ
Ace mumbled, still not used to compliments, watching the flames inside the pumpkinâs mouths flicker, he was glad the darkness hid the slight blush across his freckled cheeks.
#one piece#op_monstermash#fire fist ace#marcoace#ace x marco#marco the phoenix#cannon x cannon#portgas d. ace#sfw#firefist ace x marco the phoenix#marco x ace#portgas d ace#thatch#izou
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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 10 first part
(Masterpost) (Other Canary Palaver)Â
Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!
Meet the Hotties
Since there have been only 7 or 8 brutally hot men in this show so far, which is clearly not sufficient, this episode drops three fresh ones right from the jump. Meet true loves cultivation partners travel buddies SongXiao. The ethereal one, Xiao Xingchen...
The forceful one, Song Lan...
...and their nemesis Xue Yang.
Xue Yang has some Yin Metal...oh hai I just noticed, his name is Yang and he has Yin Metal. Which...probably doesnât mean anything. When he first appears heâs so fey and over the top he could be taken for a comic relief character, except for all of the corpses heâs scattered around, and the one moment where he is caught off guard in the fight and looks genuinely angry.Â
Later, of course, we discover that heâs a fucking psycho an extremely complex person with a fascinating range of emotions, none of which are good.Â
Did OP make a fighting fanvid just for this charming asshole? She did. Spoiler: Hanguang Jun fucks him up. [Is OP a shameless self-linker? She is.]
(more after the cut!)
Not Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting
Wei Wuxian tells Jiang Cheng not to join the fight but just to watch Xiao Xingchenâs moves; then he proceeds to join the fight by using his web shooter binding talisman to keep Xue Yang off guard and in the field of battle.Â
Do as I say, not as I do, bro.
Itâs all right itâs all right itâs all right, Cocaine
Far from comic relief, Xue Yang is one of the strongest fighters in the show and is a master of his own variety of crafty tricks--the chemical variety. He launches a devastating white powder attack at our gang. His powder attacks later in the show will blind Song Lan and will poison the junior cultivators.Â
This powder attack does...nothing. Well okay then.Â
Fanmeet
After Xue Yang has been properly suspended tied up to a rafter, the cultivators introduce themselves, and Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng proceed to squee over their idols. Lan Wangji drops some flowery titles for both of them and offers to organize a mass donation of their brand of spring water.Â
Jiang Cheng is so happy he shows nearly all of his teeth without being angry.Â
Xue Yang butts in to harsh on their fandom and call them hypocrites. Canât let the nerds have too good of a time.Â
Two Minutes in the out of the Closet
Now we have an interesting moment in which characters discuss queerness directly, albeit briefly. Wei Wuxian searches Xue Yang to see if heâs carrying the Yin Iron.Â
Most other instances in which queerness is lampshaded in CQL are about Lan Wangjiâs discomfort, or growing comfort, with Wei Wuxian and his stripping flirting.Â
In this instance, Wei Wuxian fondles Xue Yangâs chest and ass while Xue Yang asks âwhat will people think about this M/M action?â
We Wuxian responds, for the whole room to hear, that he DGAF; in fact, heâs proud of being a disaster bi âcheeky.â
I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation I've never been afraid of any Qi deviation An' I don't really care If ya think I'm strange I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation
While Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes, Lan Wangji takes note.Â
Clan with a PlanÂ
Nie Huaisang and his entourage arrive, and once again the Netflix subtitles take away the meaning of his words as he calls out for Wei-Xiong, Lan-Xiong, and Jiang-Xiong; Netflix has him using surnames only, like an English public school lad.Â
The group decides to send Xue Yang to Nie Mingjue for judgement. Meng Yao invites them all to come hang with Nie Mingjue at the Unclean Realm, to decide how to best fuck up the Wen clan.
Note: âUncleanâ seems to be an accurate translation but it has particular connotations for western audiences who grew up steeped in the Bible or Monty Python. Like, âwould you like to come to the plague castle?â type of connotations.Â
Meng Yao: Can you all come with me? Iâve got another hot man to add to this episode.Â
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian look deeply into each otherâs eyes in order to decide if theyâre going to go to Unclean Realm with the Nie gang , and they opt yes.Â
SongXiao do the same thing and opt no, with a speech about how the clans are a bunch of eugenicist snobs, or words to that effect.Â
This speech convinces Wei Wuxian to immediately join their fan club. He is...really not cut out for clan life.Â
Night Swimming Hunting
September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun?
Wei Wuxian praises SongXiao for their egalitarian values, and compares himself and Lan Wangji to them, giving Lan Wangji one of his sweetest, warmest smiles.
This moment is clearly embarrassing to Lan Wangji, but most things are embarrassing to Lan Wangji, and unlike the âshut up!â moment in Episode 09, this time it doesnât make him angry, barely earning a tiny glare.Â
Itâs different this time for Wei Wuxian as well, because heâs not teasing or being provocative; heâs genuinely moved to tell this roomful of people that he cherishes Lan Wangji.Â
It does make Jiang Cheng angry, and he tells Wei Wuxian, not for the first time, that because of his attachment to Lan Wangji, he should not come home.Â
This is a standard jealous response from Jiang Cheng, and he doesnât mean it...yet. But thereâs a direct line between each of these false banishments, and the moment when he actually does banish the two of them from the Jiang family shrine.Â
Baoshan Sanren
Wei Wuxian quickly goes from being cheerfully aflutter over these kindred spirits, to being stunned and even devastated when he discovers an unexpected family connection.Â
Xiao Xingchen: My grand master is Baoshan Sanren
For once Lan Wangji doesnât seem all that attuned to WWXâs feelings, while Jiang Chang super is.Â
Jiang Cheng: Should I say something? Words? About feelings? Yeah no.
Outside of the compound, Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian talk about WWXâs mother. In this moment we see how kind Xiao Xingchen is, when he carefully softens the blow of his revelation that Baoshan Sanren is not accepting students or visitors or new patients at this time or at any time.Â
I hope that finding Baoshan Sanren is what Wei Wuxian did with his solo road trip at the end of Episode 50.Â
XXC and WWX acknowledge their clan relationship, which takes Wei Wuxian another step away from his membership in the Jiang clan, and creates a filial obligation to his newfound shishu that he will fulfill much later, in Yi City.
Once again Jiang Cheng sees and understands Wei Wuxianâs pain, and gazes at him with love and concern, but he doesnât reach out or speak. They are not a reaching out & speaking pair of people. Once we see their whole family together, we will understand why.
Farewell to SongXiao
When SongXiao hit the road, Lan Wangji watches them with a look of pure yearning, and then turns that look, with total openness, to Wei Wuxian.Â
Lan Wangji: Ow
The open road and the chivalrous path pull equally at both WWX and LWJ, but Lan Wangji lives under a weight of formal obligation that he will carry for his entire life. During WWXâs second life he will find ways to compromise between the forces that are pulling him, but not escape them.
Wei Wuxianâs obligations are just as heavy, eventually costing him his family and his life, but they are dictated only by his heart and conscience. Yet he never suggests that Lan Wangji should follow his path. He constantly insists on LWJâs attention, but he accepts that their roads are different, which is part of what makes Lan Wangjiâs declaration on the Carp Tower steps so touching; he is giving Wei Wuxian something he never, ever asked for.Â
Here, WWX acknowledges both of their sorrows with a nod, and they walk away together to play their parts in the coming war.Â
Keep an Eye on the Psycho
Nie Huaisang sighs in admiration of the departing hotties, while Xue Yang tells Xiao Xingchen not to forget him. Which is very, very, very good advice.
Meng Yao is put in charge of guarding Xue Yang. I hope that doesnât awaken anything in him.Â
Soundtrack: 1. Joan Jett, Bad Reputation 2. REM, Night Swimming 3. INXS, Devil inside
Smut Prompt: If the story of Wei Wuxian searching Xue Yang does get out among the clans, what will it have morphed into by the time Clan Leader Yao hears it?
#fytheuntamed#the untamed#wangxian#songxiao#the untamed meta#the untamed gifs#restless rewatch the untamed#my gifs#canary3d-original#the untamed spoilers
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