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on Meowdred and his gender/sexuality because I saw a WoLQotD on Twitter and it's interesting:
Meowdred had the fortune of growing up around a lot of trans/nb people or those who eventually discovered themselves to be trans/nb or otherwise non-conforming to even the loose societal expectations of Dirt Poor Bastards Living in Port City. So he got to ask the question of whether he felt the same early, and got the answer early that he was comfortable with the way his gender identity matched with his physical body.
The whole being aro/ace was more nebulous because there was no point of reference for Mordred to even think about the concept. He just knew that he didn't feel the kind of craving others seemed to have of sex, or even the loneliness that drove some friends to have 3 lovers in the span of 2 weeks. Yeah, he's kissed a guy...and a girl...and a non-binary person. It was nice, and a bit awkward, and Mordred decided to take the fact that he felt no urge to pursue a follow-up at face value.
Nowadays he's like... "I'll try and meet you in the middle of our attraction if it is mutual and if I care about you, whatever it is, but there will be no point in our relationship -- of whatever nature it is -- where I cease to be myself."
It had been both a point of appreciation and consternation with others in his previous, and current, relationships. Mordred would be incredibly upfront about his limits and hard lines, and didn't tolerate attempts at coercion or manipulation to get those hard lines to change.
But those were sweeping, hard lines drawn in the earth. For the little things, a hundred thousand compromises and small negotiations of space and however many moments of inconvenience and discomfort Mordred needed to go through, to make his friends happy? Yeah, he'd do them. The favors, the hours trekking through the rain to get them something they like, the conversations he didn't really enjoy but knew Alphinaud did.
For all that Mordred didn't experience sexual or romantic attraction, he's very clear-minded when it comes to knowing how relationships work for him, and how he can make his side of a connection work for others. Relationships, after all, aren't inherently transactional. Nor are they about feeling comfort in each individual moment. Rather they're a balance of intuition, attention, and care; if the small things inconveniences and disagreements suffered are towards a net-positive, then he would suffer them all, and be glad that there was someone he loved enough to make all this worthwhile.
But this was wisdom Mordred could never put into words. He wasn't very good with words. He could only live it, and sincerely hope that his friends understood the value he placed in those friendships, and the reason why he would keep choosing them.
#meowdred surana#meowdred emotional intelligence: 100#actually in most categories his intelligence is high. he's just a cat. dats all he canot change dis#theres very little uncertainty when it comes to ANY relationship or ANY aspect of it where mordred's involved. theodore [anxiety depression#[abandonment issues also lol] could love him for just that much#also it helps that because meowdred was never swept up in the romantics of any friendship#when things inevitably started going pear shaped he pulled out the 'we are arguing because we're upset and i also want to yell'#'but i want to reiterate that our friendship is important to me#i have chosen you and i will keep choosing you and i hope we can agree on this much#and what choice does theodore have when faced with all that sincerity except to say: yes. i do.#and from there they could both stop shouting and state their actual problems#mordred always starts an argument w/ theodore with: we are doing this because we care about each other#like verbally. a reminder#and surprise surprise they bicker but they don't actually fight a lot these days
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Me *relaxing*
My fucked up Brain: hey,hey hey listen!
Me: what now?
My brain: what if mc and Miranda end together without mc knowing about the cult or having their memories back?
Me: what?
My brain: Like mc falls in love with Miranda and the headmistress accept because she is so damn tired of mc running around with the bachelorettes. This way she could keep them, as they are loyal as a dog. She could wait for them to remember.
Now lets say that MC have the necessary parts to impregnate Miranda.
Me: your kinks are showing.
My brain: Miranda ends pregnant because that woman had a lot a sexual frustration and her horny bird brain not though about that maybe she is still capable of that even after her experiments.
So, a few rituals later that MC had zero knowledge about Eva is back! A happy family!
Me: that's quite cute actually....
My brain: right! But Miranda being Miranda is not satisfied yet.
Me: of course she isn't.
My brain: so she makes a ritual to bring back mc memories.
Me: of course she does...
My brain: but doesn't work!
Me: oh?
My brain: at least not like she wanted. It takes ten years and mc doesn't actually remember but they are a lot colder to Miranda and when she tries to gain control mc just get angrier.
Their bickering become full Fights.
Mc hadn't idea of why now they feel betrayed, scared and angry everytime they see their wife. To avoid more fights they sleep in mia house. Mia tell them that maybe they need a time apart.
Mc tell that to Miranda. She doesn't take well.
Me: why that doesn't surprise me.
My brain: but Mc take Miranda reaction a lot worse!
Me: oh?
My brain: They slap her and choke her!
Me: WHAT?
My brain: and Miranda is shocked because Mc never in all their lifes had done that.
Me: no shit
My brain: mc came back to their senses and hug her instead crying and begging for forgiveness.
Telling her that this is the reason they need to go away. This anger scared them, they don't want to Eva to see them like that they don't want to hurt their pretty bird like that but every day their self control reduce.
Miranda relents. But of course mc will be watched without their knowledge.
Me: of course she will do that.
My brain: they sleep in a hotel, walk around a bit and end in a particular flowershop.
Me: why I don't surprised?
My brain: the owner is pretty cute and just being there bring peace to their soul. So they ask for a job , Donna is surprised and reluctant but in the end she accept them.
Me: Miranda is going to lose her shit.
My brain: she does! Mc was with Donna for a few loops!
Me: She would not allow them to work with her
My brain: she refuses but mc is stubborn. She threatened Donna but mc discovered that and they had a bad fight again.
Again Miranda relents. Repeating to herself that it doesn't matter, she start focusing more on finding the correct ritual to get mc memories back.
Me: okay..
My brain: Then mc kiss Donna.
Me: oh boy.
My brain: well they do a lot more than just kissing.
Me: OH BOY!
My brain: yeah mc is having a affair with Donna.
Me: damn and Miranda knows?
My brain: nope! She is too focused on finding the ritual her attention and the attention of the other members are focused too.
Me: Convenient.
My brain: yeah, she is so distracted. That she doesn't notice when Donna is in her house.
Me: IN HER HOUSE!
My brain: yes! Mc contract her to work in the garden the favorite place of Eva! And she accepts!
Me: WHY!?
My brain: because she is so lonely, silly! Angie is a real girl that ends traveling with Daniela! She visits but not often.
So Donna is alone with her grief and the memories of a better Life, a life with MC.
Me: my poor baby.
My brain: so that's the reason she lets mc had their way with her. Is the only way she could have their attention, their soft touch, their passion she pretends that they love her and that she will awake in a bed together rather than alone.
Me: my baby girl.
My brain: Eva likes her very much! She is a smart kid she knows that her parents are fighting. Her happy go lucky mom/dad/apa/oma was sad and miserable until they started working with miss Beneviento.
So she loves when Donna is around,to the point of hiding her presence in the house like mc asked her, she is actually mad at Miranda because she ignores her a lot now. (Miranda is not doing it on purpose.)
Me: so Miranda is so busy chasing ghosts that she is losing what she has now.
My brain: yes!
Me: You're fucked up man, can you let the bird lady be happy?
My brain: no
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I haven't done lists in a while and there's a lot pilling up just this week so it's time to bring it back.
1. I'm revisting Old Hollywood again now that I've watched most of the films nominated for Oscar this year. The Be Kind Rewind youtube channel has been sort of the trigger for going back to the past and for that I have to thank @shimako for the recommendation 🩷 I've watched the 2 hour and a half video essays on the Valley of The Dolls and the behind the scenes story is far more interesting that the film itself.
Not to say that the themes addressed in the film wouldn't be, like disillusionment in Hollywood, personal grievances, what it means to be an actress and especially not a really succesful one. It reminded me of Didion's Play It As It Lays (which I think it's a better piece of literature although the film adaption seems to have turned into a failure?)
2. Anyway, that made me go down the rabbit hole and watch other essays on Ruth Gordon (amazing woman) and Katharine Hepburn.
3 . Speaking of Hepburn, I realized yesterday that I've only seen her paired on screen with Cary Grant and not with Spencer Tracy (I know!). So I rectified that mistake and I watched Adam's Rib (George Cukor, 1949) and I finally understood what all the fuss was about and I have some sort of theory. Grant and Hepburn together are like this very performative version of a couple in which the constant bickering takes center stage, but even when they do get together, it lacks something. A bit of authenticity. But with the Hepburn-Tracy duo, you can almost feel it. It's right there in the small, natural gestures. Instant chemistry and love. They work so well together. I guess the off screen affair of 26 years helped that as well.
3. I love Mommy Dearest and Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford. The screaming, the crying, the makeup, "No wire hangers!". Poor baby Christina. It's a shame though that Faye Dunaway distanced herself from it because of how "bad" it turned out, but I understand why she felt she had to do it.
But I also couldn't help but think of DeNiro in Cape Fear and his own campy performance in a very 90s ridiculous film that allowed Scorsese to try his hand at that type of thriller. DeNiro's career didn't suffer because of it, as opposed to Dunaway's version of camp, which I prefer actually. It may have been hated at that time, but Mommie Dearest is a cult classic.
*Bonus: Currently listening to another You Must Remember This podcast series. It's Gossip Girls: Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper, aka the famous old Hollywood gossip columnists.
Now, for some ridiculous internet & showbiz drama:
4. People going conspiracy mode over Kate Middleton? Some of us lived months without any sign from Jimin. They could learn from that. But love the memes.
5. I feel sorry for those kids in Glasgow. They really experienced the effects of AI used by assholes who wanted to make some money. The lady in green hair has been all over twitter and whilst funny for us, it is shitty to be in her shoes. The Unknown! 🤦♀️
6. Who was an ass to Rebecca Ferguson on set? The consensus is that Jake Gyllenhaal was the culprit and I wouldn't be surprised. But it needs more investigating.
7. Over in K-Pop Land Karina gets a boyfriend, her fans are devasted and Koreaboo is pumping "articles" by the minute. What else is new?
8. Stans of all types are stanning and fighting. One day 🐥 girlies, the next day 🐰 girlies and all the other crazies all week long, no break. I do read the stuff in my inbox, but I'm really not in a mood to comment on every shitty thing that happens so often. I know that once I do it, then I just invite more and it's just pointless. There's no actual JM and JK which is frustrating enough and no travel show on the horizon and it's just too bleak at this point.
We're waiting, clock is ticking. At least release a travel show as a summer content, ok?
9. I did see that Billboard kpop 100 top. Yeah, I don't understand the logic of including individual artists if they haven't charted on their own. Don't these people have editors to point out the flaws in the listicles? It's just dumb.
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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 28 - BLUNT
Sid can be a little bit indelicate, but Rielle can be pretty blunt herself.
(I swear I don't want to become "The SidWoL Guy" but I went to a movie tonight so I didn't have a lot of time to brainstorm/write and this was such low-hanging fruit. I swear I'll come up with a better ship eventually. Until then, please enjoy Rielle being smarter than Sid and Rhiki combined. And also a teenager.)
Rating: General
Genre: Fluff, humor
Characters: Rielle de Caulignont, Sidurgu Orl, Z'rhik Irhi (Warrior of Light) (referenced)
Relationships: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light (implied)
Word Count: 876
Content Warnings: None
The door to the Forgotten Knight didn’t need a bell – it creaked loudly enough to signal the arrival of any new patrons. Out of the corner of her eye, Rielle saw Sid stiffen, his eyes flying to the open door, only to relax again when he saw the mud-caked laborer slumping through it. She rolled her eyes. This was getting painful to watch. Sid had been jumpy ever since they’d received word that Rhiki would be passing through Ishgard in the next few days. Well, not jumpy, per se – he wasn’t really expressive enough for that to be accurate – but she could tell he was anxious with anticipation.
“I don’t know why you’re so excited about Rhiki visiting,” she complained as he settled back into his beer.
“What? What are you talking about?” He was trying to sound confused, but doing a poor job. She’d come to realize he wasn’t actually very good at lying. Despite the muted quality of his expressions and mannerisms (well, other than the angry ones), he was quite easy to read if you knew what you were looking for.
“I said I don’t know why you’re so excited. You obviously are: you’ve been watching the door like a hawk for the past two days, and you’ve insisted on going out to wander around more than usual.”
He huffed, frowning and trying to play off his unwillingness to meet her gaze as offense rather than embarrassment. “I am not excited. To see Rhiki, or about anything else.”
Ugh. Why did he always have to be so difficult? “You’re just going to say something stupid and make her mad again.” She informed him in annoyance. The two were always bickering over something. They rarely got into real fights anymore, not like they had in the beginning, but they did seem to enjoy their petty arguments. She had no idea why. It was like they didn’t know how to be nice to each other without veiling it behind playful jabs and affectionate pejoratives. Though he tried to hide it behind a scowl, she could tell that Sid secretly liked it when Rhiki teased him. Usually, anyway. But sometimes he still said things so blunt that they actually upset her.
“And even if you don’t end up fighting, you’re just going to stare at her with that look on your face whenever you think she isn’t watching.”
“What look?” Sid demanded, seeming more convincingly annoyed this time. Probably because he was.
Rielle made a face. “That look that you do. Like an abandoned chocobo chick that’s been left out in the cold. I don’t know what you would call it, but it’s sad to look at.”
“Hey!”
She rolled her eyes at him again. She wasn’t telling him anything that wasn’t true. He wasn’t as subtle as he obviously thought he was. She was honestly surprised that Rhiki hadn’t noticed it – she was usually so perceptive about other people’s feelings. Sensitive to them. Not like Sid, who wouldn’t recognize an emotion if it bit him on the arse. It seemed so obvious to her, but Sid seemed to be something of a blind spot for Rhiki.
“You two should just kiss already and get it over with.” She said, giving him a pointed look.
“What?!” The firelight made it hard to tell, but she thought he was blushing. Rhiki was right, it was funny to see him so flustered. No wonder she liked teasing him so much.
Rielle shrugged. “It’s obvious you like her. So, you should just tell her, or kiss her, or… do whatever adults do when they like each other. I mean, I know what normal adults do, but-“
Sid grimaced, still trying to hide his mortification behind a stern expression. “Well, of course I like her. She’s a fellow Dark Knight and a friend and she’s helped us out more than a few- Wait! What’s that supposed to mean?!” He didn't wait for an answer. “You know what, I don’t even want to know.”
He was so stubborn. Or stupid. Or maybe both. It was hard to tell. “Well, suit yourself then,” she relented in exasperation. “Sit there and pine, or whatever you want to call it. See if I care. I just don’t want to watch you sulk when someone else finally gets up the nerve to admit their feelings to her. It’s bound to happen, you know. She’s the Warrior of Light, after all. And she’s fun. And nice. I’m sure she has lots of admirers.”
Sid looked affronted, but also too rattled to form a quick rebuttal. When he had found his words again, all he had to say was: “I don’t know what sort of books you’ve been reading or what’s gotten the idea into your head, but I do not like Rhiki. Well, I like her, of course, but not, you know….”
“Sure, Sid. Whatever you say.” Fine. He could be that way if he liked. He was only hurting himself. And her, a little, by forcing her to watch him brood. If he wanted to suffer, he was welcome to it. Far be it from her to get in the way of his masochism.
She was definitely still going to tease him about it, though.
#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#rielle de caulignont#sidurgu orl#sidurgu orl/warrior of light#(implied)#SidWoL#rhiki tag#auggie writes#rielle is so mean i love her sooooo much#that's my daughter!!!#she should be allowed to bully sid as much as she wants because i think it's funny
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hi do you have Krillin relationship headcanons? canon or otherwise? 👀👀👀👀
I will be honest with you, anon. I don't often think on it these days. HOWEVER!!!! for you, I have,,,, formulated a response i think mostly encapsulates my feelings on the matter.
Krillin is, by far, the most lovable character of all of dragon ball. objectively, even. He is cute, nice, and very self-sacrificing. Every one of his friends has probably seen this trait and agreed that krillin is worth protecting and loving. etc etc.
That being said!!!!! i think krillin inserts veeerry nicely with very many ships, most being non-canon, obvi. The only krillin ships i actively ship are k18, a lil sprinkle of gokrill, and some latenight thoughts of bulkrill (?) bulma and krillin. whatever their shipname is.
that being said, krillin is one of those characters that when i see crackships and such with him its more like a pleasant surprise because he's usually overlooked. i think he deserves some crackship au fics and fanarts sometimes....
anyways. getting into it. here are some thoughts i have... and some ship stuff.
Krillin's love languages are probably acts of service and physical touch. When he receives an act of service, he is so deeply touched to the bottom of his heart that he probably cant help but feel a little indebted, no matter how that gift or service was intended.
on that note, he is just genuinely kind, so he will give out services out of the kindness of his heart. when others see that genuine kindness, that is what pulls them in.
he is not immune to bickering and playing and fighting. teasing back and forth is in his nature, no matter if he ends up the butt of a joke LMAO. i don't think he really minds.
Goku
goku is someone he met as a young teen and they bonded after a brief rivalry while studying under the same master, and they became quick best friends after experiencing the same hardships in their training. this is literally the setup to every #1 shounen m/m ship I've seen. literally. rivals to best friends to lovers is IT for everyone ever. i think people should take a gander at og db and really get a wholesome view of the trope. because krillin and goku both have so much kindness to go around its just them bouncing off encouragement and some dumbassery back and forth.
Bulma
bulma is another early teens friend, and they have truly been on many adventures together. I think the filler in namek saga kinda turned me off from it a bit, but without all of that, i really just think about how they were able to spend so much time together in an enclosed space and not kill each other? i think some married couples cant do that. they would make a good duo in that sense for sure.
it helps that they have a VERY established dynamic of bulma taking the lead and krillin following and helping, and taking action where necessary. they have a long history together and know when to defer to the other, yahknow?
18
well,, k18 is canon and it gives us a pretty solid amount of information about their dynamic as a couple that i really like. 18 fell in love with krillin's kindness, and krillin opened his heart to a former enemy and gave them a home and a place to belong. genuinely you cant tell me this isn't the best canon ship in dragon ball. i wont believe it and i wont trust any of your opinions if you don't think they're objectively the best least toxic family unit.
one of my silly little headcanons is that they actually had a lot of trouble conceiving, so they cherish little marron like she is the whole world. because she is, as all parents should, but when you spend years trying for a baby and finally get some fruit,,, idk its a little different.
honorable mention: yamcha
that moment in the saiyan saga, when yamcha lies down his life because krillin has already died previously... that is so huge to me.
thank you for asking, anon! sorry for this long, drawn out, rambly..... etc! answer. i hope you enjoy at least some of it LOLLL
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The Twin Flame - Chapter 22: "You Need To Calm Down"
"You are somebody that we don't know, but you're coming at my friends like a missile..."
Though you haven't actually slept, you creak open a bleary eye to the sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window.
A new day, just like Sam promised.
And though you want nothing more than to pretend none of this is happening, that there aren't people exactly like you running amuck and wreaking havoc, you can't find it in yourself to turn a blind eye.
You keep imagining what Karli Morgenthau looks like. Was she scared the first time she held a flame in her hand? Did her face light up with all the possibilities, both good and bad, brimming all around her? Was she revered? Or shunned like you were?
Did the world around her feel different?
You know there's only one way to get answers to those questions. And it might not be fair, but you know the only way to get those answers is by facing your fears. You reach for the doorknob, turn it, and face the outside world once again.
The morning outside your room is quiet, the air still. It's almost a comfort that the world turns with or without you, that people will march on, the sun will continue to rise and set regardless of you.
You almost laugh at how narcissistic the sentiment sounds, but after the years you've had, the world continuing to turn was all a person could really ask for. And the world turning without you having to fight for it was more than you'd ever gotten.
You quietly pad down the hall to the living room where Sam sits on the couch staring out the stained glass window. You watch him for a moment, the pensive, solemn expression that replaces his normal goofy grin. You wonder what heavy thoughts running rampant in his head are currently weighing on him.
You timidly clear your throat to make yourself known.
He slightly jolts, snapping out of his reverie to find you standing in the doorway. He softly smiles, "You're up."
You nod, offering a tight smile. "It's a new day, right?"
He cracks an even bigger smile, eagerly nodding, "Right."
"Morning," Bucky awkwardly greets, trying to play off his surprise at seeing you out and speaking to Sam without any bickering back and forth.
"So now what?" you prompt, plopping down on the couch, not quite beside Sam, not quite across from him, but perpendicular to Sam.
"Now, we go to this funeral and try to reason with Karli," Sam slowly exhales, rubbing his hands on his pant legs.
"Good," you agree. "I like that plan."
"Karli Morgenthau cannot be reasoned with," Zemo blithely responds, strolling into the room with an air of nonchalance and an unburdened smile. "She is too far gone."
"She's a kid," Sam defends.
"Hold on, Karli's a kid?" you interject.
"She didn't seem very child-like when she blew up a GRC building with people inside," Zemo guffaws.
"What?" you exclaim, wide eyes looking to Sam and Bucky for answers.
"She doesn't know how to control herself yet," Sam defends. "We know that."
"How do you know that?" you pointedly ask, demandingly crossing your arms as you face Sam.
"Things got a little out of hand when we first found out about them," Bucky responds for Sam. "Nothing too crazy."
"It wasn't your shoulder she set on fire," Sam bitterly mutters under his breath.
"She did, what!?"
"But-" Zemo starts again.
"Alright, everyone shut up," you curtly interrupt, rubbing your temples. "That's a lot of information to get in thirty seconds."
"As much fun as this debrief has been, we gotta go," Sam informs the group. "Remember, keep our heads down. Don't call attention to ourselves. And let's try to end this without anyone getting hurt."
"Whatever you say, Cap," you dryly remark.
Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes, "Don't start."
"Hm..." Bucky knowingly hums.
"You either," Sam warns.
Bucky innocently shrugs. "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to. Now, let's go," Sam instructs, ushering Bucky and Zemo out the door. Before you can follow Bucky and Zemo out the door, Sam places his hand on your shoulder to stop you. He looks at you with a pleading expression, "Look, I know you're probably still mad and you have every right to be, but please, please, do me a favor and keep your head down. The last thing we need is more people breathing down our necks. And you know-"
"I know," you interrupt, already knowing the particular danger Sam was referring to all too well. And in spite of Bucky's words last night, you feel guilty that Sam carries around this sense responsibility for you. It was terrible work. People got hurt doing that work. And on top of that, you were barely speaking to each other. And he was still doing it, he was still taking care of you. You nod with a sad smile. "I'll keep my head down."
"Thank you," Sam sighs in relief. "Now, let's do this."
"Let's do it," you agree with a slow exhale.
You both walk out, trailing just behind Zemo and Bucky. Bucky turns to the two of you with a confused expression. "Everything okay?"
"Besides the imminent threat to the greater good and the world in constant need of saving?" you cheekily remark, joining them as Zemo guides you down the cobblestone roads. "I think so."
"So, same old, same old?" Bucky quips, slowing his pace to walk by your side.
"Exactly."
For a moment, the only sound are the footsteps along the old cobblestone roads as Zemo guides you to Karli Morgenthau. In your peripheral, you see Bucky walking beside you, perfectly in step with you and you find it so easy to pretend like you're both friends again, real friends this time. You find it easy to pretend he didn't cut you out of his life and that he's not just forced into the same situation with you. That he could actually be here for you.
That daydream ends with a loud bellow from an unfamiliar voice at the other end of the street, "Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this type of shit."
"Great," Bucky grimaces.
You only catch a fleeting glance of the man bellowing down the street before Bucky takes a large step to place himself in front of you. Over his shoulder, Sam mutters to you, "If I asked you to walk away right now, would you?"
"Probably not."
"Didn't think so," he frustratedly exhales.
"So how'd you find us this time?" Bucky shouts back.
"I'm going to go ahead and guess that you guys know who that is," you assume.
"Unfortunately," Bucky grunts.
"Mind cluing me in?" you urge.
"It's no one worth knowing."
"I could decide that for myself if you guys weren't acting like my human shields." You tap on his shoulder, trying to step around him when Sam steps in front of you, literally shielding you from whoever is coming. "Seriously, guys, what just happened?"
"John Walker just happened," Sam quietly seethes.
"John Walker?" you question. "How many people did you two manage to piss off?"
"A lot," Sam confesses.
"Come on," yet another voice chimes in. You try looking around Bucky's shoulder, but now Sam's in front of you too, completely closing ranks around you. "You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?"
"No more keeping us in the dark," John demands, his heavy footsteps closing in on you. "You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison."
"He did that himself, technically," Bucky sarcastically retorts.
"This better be an unbelievable explanation."
You hear the man getting closer, and you keep reminding yourself that you just promised Sam you'd keep your head down, but your curiosity is starting to get the best of you.
"Hey," Sam warns, pushing John away. "Take it easy - before this gets weird."
"I know where Karli is," Zemo offers.
It's at that moment that Lemar catches your eye from behind Sam and Bucky. "Uh, John?"
"What?" John frustratedly sighs.
Lemar nudges his head toward you. And it's then that John really notices you, slightly crouched down as a halfhearted attempt to keep your promise to Sam, tucked behind Sam and Bucky.
"That's fantastic," Sam sarcastically quips.
In this moment, you decide that you've sufficiently fulfilled your promise to Sam and kept your head down as much as possible, but now was the time for a new plan.
You pry your hands in between Sam and Bucky, forcing them to separate their human blockade. You take a step forward, a large, welcoming grin on your face. You extend your hand out to John, you greet, "Hi!"
John doesn't take a step forward, doesn't reciprocate the gesture of greeting, instead, his eyes flicker down to your hand. You can't make out the expression that flashes across his face, but you do know what he's doing. This is something familiar. His eyes rake over you, scrutinizing your still extended hand, your wide eyed gaze, and the grin that slowly slips off your expression.
He's sizing you up.
You can't say you're not trying to take the sight of him in too. The sight of another person carrying your friend's legacy: Steve's shield, toting around his title, a title he gave to someone who you wholeheartedly believed deserved it. No matter your own internal battles, Steve was a person you cared about, someone you would always care about, and they replaced him without a second thought.
In spite of the knot twisting itself in the pit of your stomach, you offer a tight smile as your hand drops. You awkwardly chuckle, "Not a fan of handshakes, huh?"
"Not when I know what you are."
"John," Lemar hisses.
"It's alright," you insist, waving Lemar off. "But didn't anyone ever tell you that girls don't actually have cooties?"
"He means an enhanced human," Bucky grunts, his fist tightly clenched.
You frown, your eyebrows furrowing at John. "I know."
"You know, I've heard a lot about you," John starts. "Regina Phalange..."
"I told you that was a stupid alias," Sam mutters under his breath.
"And it was still better than Ken Adams," you easily retort, recalling one of his aliases when you were both on the run.
"Sunshine..." John declares.
"Don't call her that," Bucky automatically sneers.
"It's okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot, John," you offer, trying to extend an olive branch instead of escalating their hostility. You briefly offer your name to the two men along with a warm, hopefully placating smile. "And I'm just-"
"You know, Sam and Bucky have put a lot of effort into hiding you. People don't hide unless they've got a reason to," John vaguely accuses, cutting you off.
"Was there a question there or are you just trying to waste our time, Walker?" Bucky retorts.
"Are you helping the Flag Smashers?"
"Helping them?" you repeat, an eyebrow arching at the absurdness of the statement. "I'm helping these two, and trust me, that's a full time job."
"Then how do you suppose they got a serum replicated from your DNA?"
"Oh wow," you dramatically exhale, resting your hands on your hips. "You guys are like way behind. See? This is why you don't skip steps! Um... where do you want me start?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this but can we get back to Karli?" Sam impatiently prompts.
"Good idea," Zemo agrees, turning to walk away from John and Lemar. John stops Zemo with a firm hand on his chest. "Well, where is she?"
"All we know is it's a memorial," Sam responds. "So we're gonna intercept her there."
"That means civilians. High risk of casualties," Lemar murmurs.
"Alright, good. We'll move in fast. Take her by surprise," John tells Lemar.
"No, I want to talk to her alone," Sam forcefully insists.
"Well, I'm not losing her again," John immediately refutes.
"Look, the person closest to her died. She's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now," Sam argues, trying to be the voice of reason.
"What? No. Wait, no! Stop. Just stop, okay?" John abruptly orders, stepping in front of the group to stop you again. "I think we're way past reasoning with her. Unless you forgot that she blew up a building with people still inside it."
"Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you," Lemar calmly objects.
"And if I walk in hot and the op goes wrong, more people will die."
"Are you gonna let him do this?" John asks Bucky, his tone dripping in condescending judgement. "You're gonna let your partner walk into a room with that freak all alone?"
"Hey!" you object. "I'm not a freak."
"No offense," John half-heartedly offers.
"Offense!" you exclaim. "So much offense!"
Bucky grits his teeth, standing beside you, desperately trying to hold onto the last of his patience as John continually insults and accuses you. He clenches his fist, speaking through gritted teeth, "He's dealt with worse. And he's not my partner."
"I used to council soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is in my wheelhouse," Sam continues, trying his best to persuade them before the interaction escalates any further.
"Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why this is a bad idea."
John's words raise an immediate red flag for you. You can't help but wonder how exactly John knows the soldiers that Sam used to council. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Sam used to council veterans with PTSD. But knowing the soldiers that he counseled was far from common knowledge. You knew a few of them, mostly in passing when you visited the VA with Sam. You decide to let the strange foreboding feelings John's words evoke go to focus on the current problem at hand. You take a step forward, "He's not going in alone, I'm going with him."
"What?" Sam hisses, whipping his head around to stare you down with wide eyes. "No, you're not."
You meet his bewildered stare. And then, Bucky, Lemar, John, and Zemo all watch what could only be described as a weird silent conversation between the two of you. There are no words exchanged, just wide-eyed stares, slight tilts of the head, and some clipped exhales.
Sam sharply shakes his head. In response, you dramatically nod.
Your eyes open a little more. Sam's narrow in response.
He wordlessly guffaws. You counter with a quiet huff and a knowing tilt of your head.
"What are they doing?" John scoffs.
Bucky holds up a hand, rolling his eyes at John. "Just let them fight it out."
It's almost a full minute of watching the two of you mime a conversation that Sam throws up his hand in defeat. You clap once, giving the group a proud thumbs up.
"Fine," Sam grunts after a moment.
"Ha!" you gloat triumphantly. "I win. I'm going with him."
"Neither of you are-"
"Wait, John," Lemar interjects. "If they can talk Karli down, it might be worth a try."
John scoffs, shaking his head as he weighs his options. He turns back to Zemo with a hardened glare. "We'll deal with you later."
"I'm sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead," Zemo says, gesturing to a little girl watching your group with weary eyes. The girl stands alone at the edge of the street. Your heart clenches as you examine her for a moment, the forlorn, exhausted look that should never be on a child's face, the tattered, dirty clothes that you're sure aren't uncommon for people in the displacement camps. Zemo is the first to approach the child. He greets her with a warm expression. "Hello, my friend. This is for your family." He extends a hand full of neatly stacked bills to her, "This is for your family. Can you show us the way?"
"What the hell?" John mutters.
You wordlessly shrug, following the little girl and Zemo just up the cobblestone road to a large stone building. As you enter the large building, you can hear the faint echoes of voices coming from up the winding staircase.
You crane your neck to look up the staircase, not hearing anything other than the faint voices. You turn back around to find John handcuffing Zemo to a large radiator pipe. You disapprovingly frown, pursing your lips, "Is that really necessary?"
"You've got ten minutes," John sharply warns. "Then, we do this my way."
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could i get F, I, O and S for Karmagisa?
A to Z ask meme
F is for fights
Do they bicker a lot? About trivial things? How do they make up after a large fight?
Well I feel like they get past beating the shit out of each other at least.
I feel like Nagisa learns to assert himself more, so you get basically a constant stream of bickering. But I also feel like it's their weird way of showing affection for each other.
They usually fight about really dumb things and it's usually out of proportion because they're both incredibly stubborn when they want to be.
I think they do have nasty fights sometimes, usually ones that have built up over a long period of avoiding the issue finally coming out. I don't think it would get physical ever though, aside from Nagisa yeeting a pillow at his head or something. But they certainly yell at each other. And then proceed to not talk for days until someone cracks.
Ultimately I think their communication improves, but it's never exactly the BEST. And usually, they just need some time to feel angry with each other before wanting to resolve anything. I'd say it's about equal who takes the first step, dependant on what actually happened. They can both (eventually) admit when they're wrong at least.
Stalemate is broken by rock paper scissors.
I is for illness
Do they care for each other when they're sick?
Nagisa's definitely better at it. He might show annoyance if he perceives it to be Karma's own fault, but he's pretty caring. I feel like Karma's kinda clingy when he's sick, so Nagisa's not going anywhere even if he wanted to.
Karma... I feel like he takes the opportunity to tease Nagisa whenever he's sick. Make fun of him for looking like shit etc. But when it comes down to it he'll play nurse. Even if it involves strange 'cures' his parents tended to favour.
Though, Nagisa strikes me as the type who doesn't ever want to admit he's too sick to do work. He's determined to be there even if it's the apocalypse. Karma's had to straight up restrain him a couple of times.
O is for outsiders
What do other people think of their relationship? Have they ever been walked in on?
I think 3E have mixed reactions. Some are generally supportive/indifferent. Some are a little surprised. Others maybe a little concerned. Especially Sugino. Like, he'll never be outright rude to Karma or anything, he doesn't even not like him. He just... wants to make sure Nagisa's happy.
He tries to give Karma some kind of shovel talk. It doesn't really go down how he expected it to. Threats don't really suit him though. At least Kayano's there to do that part. Is she happy for them generally, in spite of everything? Yes. But she's also scarier with Sugino. Sorry Sugino. But hey, his name is literally 'friendly person' so.
Nakamura makes many jokes at their expense. Karma, not knowing about her actual crush on Nagisa, fires back that she's jealous.
I feel like their senses are probably too good for them to be walked in on really. Though, there are probably times where maybe they look all casual, but they were definitely up to something.
If we talk 3E timeline, I think Korosensei would be into it. Like, he'd mourn his lost ships, but I think the plot twist drama would be too interesting. They'd probably fake break up at some point, and it depresses him so much the class actually get pretty close to killing him.
S is for secrets
Do they keep secrets from each other? Do they plan surprises?
I don't think they have intentional secrets. They just don't naturally talk about certain things with each other. No matter how close they are otherwise, I don't think they're ever the type of couple who tell each other literally everything. And they probably keep other people's secrets from each other.
Karma's definitely more spontaneous, so maybe he's more into surprises. He probably learns pretty quick that Nagisa doesn't like them that much, though, and so just tells him if, say, he feels like going on a trip somewhere.
They try to sneak up on each other sometimes for fun. It never ends that well.
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Can you tell us YOUR TOP 3 favorite harry potter couples and why?
This is such a nice question, I love it.
#1 Harry and Ginny
I mean guys are you really surprised here? 98% of my posts will tell you why I love them to death. But I'll give you a little summary.
First, some technical reasons for why I love them. They are just so well crafted into the story. One perfect example of a soulmate's dynamic and it merges together so surprisingly well with Rowling's scientific writing style. I love the way it relies without reservations on subtext, symbolism, and callbacks to famous love stories in literature. I love that they don't really fit into just one specific trope. I love how the fact that their story is from Harry's point of view was used to build them subtly, like this mystery that Harry's brain finally solved in HBP.
Now, about the characters specifically. Harry and Ginny have these two very chaotic lives and personalities and I'm absolutely in love with how they find this peace, this strong sense of belonging in one another. I love that they are equals, I love how gracefully they treat each other. And also how fun they are together.
Harry and Ginny are two people who went through a lot and they are a tad fucked up because of that, so it would have been reasonable for them to have a fucked up relationship. Instead, they give us hands down one of the healthiest portrayals of a romantic relationship that you'll find out there. They love each other so selflessly and there's just this deep acceptance of the other at their complete worst. They are amazing and so criminally underrated.
#2 James and Lily
I've already mentioned this a couple of times... until a few years ago I was really deep into the marauders' fandom so, well the thing is... I have basically the entirety of James and Lily's story (and the rest of the marauders) written in my head.
There's just something about James and Lily that always pulled me in. I mean, come on, the arrogant guy who also happens to have a heart of gold, is super smart, but also an athlete, has charisma to sell, is extremely privileged, and yet fights for who isn't? Paired up with a girl who takes no bullshit but is also incredibly kind? And they are both academically driven? This is so much my jam.
James being desperately in love with her but Lily hating him because she doesn't really know him? But also being pulled to him anyway and refusing to admit it? Come on! Gold, pure gold.
[I really have to do an analysis of Snape's worst memory one of this days]
Plus the symbolism here too. The stag and the doe. They are the parents of the guy who saves the world with the power of love.
I do feel like my characterization of them is different from the one of the current marauders' fandom because I do this very rare thing called "respecting canon".
#3 Ron and Hermione
I have mixed feelings about Hermione and there are some things about this couple that are questionable, like the canaries episode that I will never really forgive Hermione for and the fact that, while Ron's insecurities were his problem, in seven years of friendship Hermione never managed to make him feel secure enough to get over at least his insecurities about her.
But I like reading about them while I read the books, I think it would be very difficult to like this saga without rooting for them. It's undeniable that they love spending time with each other. Hermione spends more time at the Burrow than Harry, with the exception of Christmas of '96. They are best friends, which is a thing that people forget a lot. If we actually look carefully, Ron is closer to Hermione than Harry in friendship terms. I like how Hermione takes notice of Ron's insecurities regarding his family, and how maybe he opened up about them to her. I like how Ron pays attention to what goes on with her and worries about her like in PoA. I love when they co-parent Harry and that they trust each other's opinions on important matters. And even if all their bickering would be exhausting to me, they clearly enjoy it and wouldn't want it in any other way.
I believe there's a rough honesty to them. One that probably wasn't meant to be there, otherwise there would have been some strong acknowledgment of Hermione's flaws from the narrative and not just from Harry and it would've been followed by a deep growth like with Ron. But what I mean to say is that they are very normal. They really are just two best friends in love with each other, who have been in the other one's life for nearly a decade and shaped each other into who they are at the end of the books. And judging by the epilogue they made it work. They are not done with the material appropriate for the main characters of an epic story but they would fit quite nicely as the main characters of one of those books that have the goal of talking about normal people and relationships, without talking about great unbelievable loves (you know like love at first sight, those kinds of things).
I've never had the need to read fanfictions about them though. In a way I already know enough about what happens with them, in another, I don't know enough for my imagination to be stimulated. And the fanfictions that I tried reading were honestly terrible, they are never in character, especially Hermione.
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I need the opinion of a c!Ranboo understander. The way c!endersmile interacted in the JAILBREAK stream has been nagging at me since day one. It seems way too.. familiar?? especially on c!Ranboo's side since he hates c!Dream and has barely talked to him. When he isn't enderwalking, that is. Do you think he might've been enderwalking then and c!endersmile were pretending to hate each other? Or do you think the way he talked was not OOC at all for not-enderwalking c!Ranboo?
I think it's a combination of things !
First off idt it's as simple as Ranboo doesn't like Dream while waking and is besties w/ him 'walking exactly; Ranboo despite all the love and sentiment in his heart is generally judgemental and rude and all things considered a little hostility in that alliance is not unwarranted. Dream didn't sound extremely surprised by Ranboo being Like That to him which makes me think that it's at least a little precedented altho I am biased
There's also the fact that as u notice there was a noticeable lack of surprise and strong reaction, and of vigor etc to its bickering w/ him, which I think is not limited to that argument specifically – it was spacey at best for a lot of the stream which honestly tracks as a stress reaction!
Ranboo's Reactions™ go, roughly, fawn (appease/mollify/comply, get scrutiny off, try to appeal to threat's terms) - fight (argue/reason down, condescend, berate/fling verbal abuse) - freeze (shut down and go largely quiet, Wallpaper Protocol Don't Look At Me, how_to_disappear_completely-radiohead.wav). This is obviously a little bit of an oversimplification – a lot of the time these bleed into each other, sometimes they vary order, flight (avoid, lie, end conversation) shows up when possible, and the things that push him from one to the other tend to cumulate over days rather than over a single interaction – but the order is less relevant than the fact that when he is in a situation where he has no ability to control the situation or get out, he tends to go into freeze mode/might actually count with fawn elements, but he's not as active about trying to calm the threat as much as he is trying to weather it
All this to say during the prison break Ranboo was extremely out of it; he comes back to himself a little as he gets out, but even then his reactions r still visibly dulled. Also factor in that stress actively fucks w/ his memory/recall processes, and it tracks that a) he is broadly zoned out and does not consider fighting a very viable tactic to push and b) remembers a probably persistent disdain/dislike/hate for Dream while distanced from/lacking some access to the memories with the full power of that dislike, and you get this vague zoned-out just-getting-through-it irritability with little follow through
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Hey 👋🏼, how’s it going? Nice to meet you!!!! Can I have a message from my future spouse reading/about him? - k.e.n🩷⭐️🌙
Hey cutie !! Hell yes you can!!!
Spirit wants to talk about your real ass soulmate or whoever you might call them this is the ONE.
This person seems like they'll have their priorities in order and know how to prioritize things accurately and they seem very big on being action oriented and just getting stuff done. Right now though they don't seem like they've actually got to that point and they're being guided to grow in this specific way.
I feel like they're also learning to be a peace maker of some sort and kind of help everyone around them get along in some way, and to stop people bickering and fighting when they are. and they're learning to do that without taking on other people's problems into their personal time. They may have always been the type to want to take on everyone's everything and help everyone but they didn't go about it the right way so spirit is trying to gift them by teaching them how to do that correctly. This could have something to do with their career?
When you meet them you might be busy and balancing a lot of stuff but I also see you being content with your home life. But yes you will still feel like something is missing with that being said cause this person is. You're gonna come in their life and it will give them the motivation to take action on something. I can definitely see how you two are perfect for eachother. You're gonna get them like other people haven't been able to and it will make them feel heard , when it comes to past situations it'll take them back to certain things and people and you will make them say "oh I wasn't crazy, I wasn't the only one, Im not alone."
They could be a vet or an animal lover they could also like tea. They could be childish and spend money on dumb things because they know that at the end of the day if you aren't broke it don't matter that much. They care more about having a happy family than they do about money. Weird but they might get a pet turtle hahaha. This seems like a dog person so they might get a dog. I can guess this is the type to surprise you with a new dog like it or not 🤦🏽♀️. Your personal interests or taste in things might kind of be different but I think it somehow makes stuff you have together and create really cool vibes. Good combo. They also can be and talk pretty mature and they are very upfront and vocal about certain things. Like if someone is doing something taboo or sneaky they will just say what's on their mind and call the person out like in situations most people would stay quiet. This is the type of person if they see someone getting messed with somehow they will go so our of their way to defend a stranger. You guys will just feel complete together. Like whole. Nothing missing. Just stuff to create and things to enjoy after that in your lives. Super peaceful and super fun. Also I see them treating you different from other people like say you keep eating cookies every night hoping they don't notice for some reason but they do and anyone else they'd say something but they love you so they'll just like pretend not to notice haha. Super cute. They want to set you up with everything they see you needing when y'all get together. They're probably gonna ask you to move in with them or date them stuff like that really out of nowhere almost and super bold but it's like. Why not. Just a super bold person. Super loving though. Big optimist in most cases.
Advice to get closer to being with this person I will say you should try to break out of some mental boxes maybe some chains and think more outside the box. Going for walks outside would make you closer to them in a way in the moment that you're doing so so they probably also like walking outside and I kept feeling like that. I also definitely think if you end up dealing with anyone in the meantime be smart about it if they're not the one they're not the one screw them, move on. Or just be friends. Spirit wants to see you doing what's right and learning quick cause they know that you can. Just trust your intuition on people. And like I said from the start you'll be content when your person comes through so I would focus on that. ⭐ You're awesome. Peace and love friend .
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1/12/24
my dear bellsie,
today it rained. not a lot but enough for me to watch it and smile 'cause we used to love watching it run down the windows. the way that the rivulets ran down like they were racing each other. for some reason that entertained us for hours. the wind wasn't so bad earlier in the day but now it's almost howling outside and i also love that. it reminds me of so many times when it was just us, hanging out and laughing together. i miss those days.
right now i'm reading a new book. no big surprise, right? so far it's good, i love a book where there is a big bad guy who hates the sunshine girl. they bicker, fight and try to ignore the sparks that are flying between them. in the end, he always falls in love first. it's funny. especially when he doesn't see it coming and when it does it's like BAM. then he becomes a clinger, lol. that's when he goes from 'i hate you' to 'you're my girl, my baby'. ahhh the guy who is the ultimate asshole is usually the guy who falls hardest to his knees.
like every other night - i miss you. i wish you were here for me to ramble on and on and on about my books. i don't have anyone who cares about stuff like that. no one else i can rant about how much the book i'm reading isn't as good as i thought it would be or how a book i figured would suck is actually awesome. it's hard being a reader and no one wants to listen, lol.
i hope you've finally started the book you always wanted to write. you were always an amazing writer and still, to this day, i would be your biggest fan if and when your book would come out. so, if you're out there writing your heart out - i wish you all the luck 'cause i know that it's going to be a best seller.
please be safe out there in this big world. be happy. be whole. be everything i always knew you could be.
here when you return,
Alice
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A Puppy
Bucky x Reader
Wholesome fluff
Plot: You and your fiancé Bucky have been fighting about getting a puppy for a little while. But what happens when you don't give Bucky much of a choice?
“Y/N we’re not getting a puppy,” Bucky groaned.
“Why not?” you pouted.
“What the hell are we gonna do with a puppy, doll? They are so much work.”
You and Bucky had been bickering about the idea of getting a puppy for the past month. It was always a dream of yours to have a husband and a dog that you could cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. And now that you were engaged and about to get married in a month, naturally, the next step would be getting a puppy.
Unfortunately, Bucky didn’t agree.
“But come one, babe,” you whined while batting your eyelashes.
“You love dogs.”
He pointed a finger at you.
“I am not falling for that glossy eye trick of yours again.”
You smirked. It really was his downfall sometimes. But much to your dismay, sometimes he had more self-control than others.
“Puppies can be messy,” he pointed out.
“My little sister had one and trust me, they take a while to get house trained, and you have to get up early to walk them every day. And they can get so stubborn.”
“And we can learn how to train him. Come on, Buck. You’ve been through a lot worse things in your life than getting a puppy.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“We’ll talk about it later, I’ve gotta go.”
This usually meant that you weren’t going to talk about it until you decide to start nagging at him about it again.
You sighed pretending to admit your defeat while he started to put his shoes on.
Then you noticed his pause. Not just any pause, but a suspicious pause.
“Y/N?” he questioned.
“…What was that sound?”
Your heart stopped the second that he asked you that.
“What sound?”
He glared at you suspiciously.
“Come on,” you reasoned.
“We live in an apartment building. There are lots of sounds.”
He didn’t stop glaring and slowly stood up and stepped over to the door of your office.
When his hand reached the doorknob and opened, you gulped. And of course, he saw what was really in your office.
“Yeah…I fucking thought so.”
Your new dark grey Pitbull puppy scurried out of your office and jumped on Bucky. Bucky didn’t react. He just stayed still.
“If it makes you feel any better I got him at a shelter. He’s 2 months old, and house trained.”
You held a guilty look on your face.
“I knew I should have been suspicious when you referred to our hypothetical puppy as a ‘he’.”
You shrugged.
“Freudian slip?”
“We’re not keeping the dog,” he huffed.
You frowned.
“Why is that your decision?”
“Why was that your decision to get this puppy?”
He looked down at the puppy that innocently tilted his head. How could he say no to that little face? You certainly couldn’t resist him at the dog shelter.
He shook his head and put his other shoe on before leaving.
“We’re gonna talk about this later.”
Okay so now he was down to talk.
When Bucky left the puppy made his way over to you for you to pick him up.
“How did you manage to get out of your crate?”
Of course, he couldn’t answer, but he just panted while enjoying scratchies.
“He’ll come around,” you assured him.
He barked happily.
“I promise.”
…
(Cont.) Day 1
When you walked in the door you were surprised to find Bucky home already. You had only left an hour after he did, and you were only gone for an hour. What surprised you, even more, was that the puppy was on the couch with him with his head comfortably resting on Bucky’s leg.
“Uhhhh…Hey there.”
Bucky was startled and looked down at the little guy.
“He um…” he began explaining.
“He was crying to get out of your office when I got here. It was irritating.”
“Mmhmm,” you answered as you began taking the groceries out of their bags. That included puppy food, bowls, and toys.
“What are those?” he asked.
“What does it look like?” you retorted.
“Umm, it looks like you’re getting ready to make him comfortable here.”
“Well if the shoe fits,” you shrugged.
“We can’t keep him, Y/N.”
The puppy then climbed onto Bucky’s lap nudging onto his shirt for attention and more scratchies. And for the next two minutes, all he did was give you reasons why keeping a dog would be a bad idea as he mindlessly and continuously pet him without even realizing it.
In fact, if you didn’t know any better you would think that this was even relaxing Bucky. Either way, he was talking to deaf ears. All you could do was watch your fiancé subconsciously make this puppy the happiest pet in the world.
When he realized what he was doing he picked him up and passed him over to you.
“You have a week to find him a new home.”
You gave him angry nostril flares. But you then thought about watching Bucky bond with the little guy that he claimed he didn’t want.
“We’ll see about that.”
…
Day 3
Three days. Three days since you brought the little guy home and Bucky still insisted on giving him up.
You were glad that he at least didn’t want you to take him back to the shelter. He wasn’t cruel like that to put him back in a cage.
You constantly bickered on why you guys couldn’t keep him. Especially since one of his first arguments was that puppies were hard to house train. But he had owners for a little while before being put in the shelter. So he was already house trained. And then he’d claim that he just didn’t want to keep a dog…Yet his actions said otherwise.
When he wasn’t around you, you caught flashes of Bucky looking like he kind of liked him. You’d catch him giving him attention for a few seconds while checking to see if the coast was clear. Or even giving him a treat every now and again just because he did something cute. If you didn’t know any better you’d think that he was starting to like him.
That’s when you realized…You were wearing him down.
Good boy.
…
Day 4
“Alright Smokey, sit.”
The puppy sat and waited for Bucky to give him his treat.
You rubbed your eyes unsure if you were seeing what you were seeing, or if you were still asleep and just dreaming. But sure enough, it seemed like this was really happening.
You looked at where you had last left the leash and it wasn’t there. It was on the counter…And the puppies’ paws were wet. And what did he just call him?
“Did you walk him?”
Bucky snapped his head in your direction startled by your presence and immediately hardened his expressions hoping that you didn’t notice his little tender moment. But there was no way that you were letting this go.
“Did you just call him…Smokey?”
He froze.
“I…I um. I mean I figured we should call him something for his new home. We can’t have people think that we’re abusing the little guy.”
You were suspicious at how fond he sounded talking about him. In fact, how long had he been calling him Smokey?
“Smokey,” you called out in a soft high pitched voice in his direction. He immediately snapped his head, let out a little happy bark, and trotted over to you.
He had definitely been called Smokey for long enough. And the little guy seemed to like the name.
“Did he wake you up or something?” you croaked, sleep still heavy in your voice.
“No,” he answered.
“I just couldn’t sleep after 3 am so I just took him out early.”
He said that with a smile on his face, and you raised an eyebrow.
“Okay,” you said.
“Well, I’m going back to bed. Have fun with each other’s company.”
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Day 5
“No, buddy you give me one paw, not jump up to give me two” Bucky sighed sitting on the floor in front of Smokey. Smokey gave Bucky a frustrated bark because of the withholding of another bite of his treat.
You couldn’t help but feel your heart just turn into goo inside of your chest. They just had to be the most adorable pair.
A few hours ago you walked into the apartment to find Bucky asleep on the couch with Smokey laying comfortably on his chest, with Bucky’s hand resting on him. You had never seen Bucky look so comfortable sleeping without you, or even take a midday nap. Another thing to point out was that Bucky just seemed overall a little more relaxed in general since you brought Smokey into the house.
Before it could go any further you decided to break the news to him.
“I think I might have found a home for him.”
Bucky frowned while letting Smokey chew on his index finger.
“What?”
“Yeah, this couple from Colorado seem really interested in him.”
His face dropped a little bit before catching himself to seem more neutral.
“Well,” he said.
“I mean…I guess he might like the countryside?”
He picked Smokey up and held him against his chest while scratching his neck.
“You think you’ll like that?”
Smokey looked him in the eyes and barked.
“There’s also another couple in Brooklyn that are considering taking him too.”
He looked a little more intrigued. As if he was pleased that Smokey would be a little closer to you guys instead of being in another state.
“Are they close by?”
You smiled.
“Yeah, actually. I think we might even know them.”
He looked even more curious.
“They’re this pretty hot couple that is engaged,” you began.
“The guy isn’t quite sure about wanting a puppy, but his fiancé is getting him around to the idea and he’s minutes away from giving in. I think you know him. Tall guy? Metal arm?”
Bucky shook his head.
“Okay, I get it,” he groaned.
“I mean I’m not sure about them quite yet, so I can call that other couple in Colora—”
“Y/N, stop.”
He held Smokey up like Simba and looked at him fondly.
“What do you think?” Bucky asked Smokey scrunching his face at him.
Smokey leaned forward to kiss Bucky’s forehead.
You walked over to your room and picked up the phone making the phone call that you needed to make.
“Hello?” you said when the call started.
“Hi,” I’m calling on behalf of Smokey.”
“Okay, I get it!” Bucky exclaimed making you chuckle since you could hear him from the living room and of course through the phone.
When you went back to meet them, Bucky was still sitting on the floor playing with little Smokey who was rolling on the floor and play biting him. And then he asked you,
“There’s no couple from Colorado, is there?”
You snorted.
“Of course not.”
“I haven’t put one ad out on the internet.”
Bucky side-eyed you, and you gave him an overexaggerated innocent grin.
“You win this round future Mrs. Barnes.”
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Day 7
This was it. Your dream had officially come true.
You and Bucky were snuggling on the couch watching a movie, and there Smokey was curled up in a ball on your stomach.
In all honesty, you weren’t even paying attention to the movie. All your attention was the impossibly cute little creature laying on you absorbing every pet that you gave him, even in his sleep.
Every time you looked back up at Bucky, you noticed that his eyes weren’t even on the tv either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of the cute.
“Can we keep him?” you whispered for the 100th time that day.
And just like the other 99 times, he kissed you on the head and whispered exactly what you didn’t want to hear.
“As long as I’m still his favourite.”
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New Year's Eve
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader (she/her)
Word Count: 1,075
Warning: again, spoiler warning for around 8x13
Summary: New Year's Eve with the Winchesters
A/N: happy New Year!!! As always it's unedited because I have no time management (don't judge me on the title I am not creative enough lol)
This was the first New Year's Eve Y/N spent with the Winchesters and she was surprised how... quiet it was.
At least from Dean she would have expected some sort of party or bar prowl for the last night of the traumatising year behind them. To be fair, a top secret bunker of a even top secret-er elite society wasn't exactly the best place to host a big event.
Still, just sitting around and chatting in the common room, all crammed up on one huge sofa felt weird. Not unpleasant, don't get her wrong, just unusual. Sam had declared the day "case free" and Dean hadn't even tried to fight it. If she wasn't pretty sure they hadn't left the bunker in three days, Y/N would have feared that someone drugged them.
"Dude, gimme some rest, I was high on pain medication and sleep deprivation!" Sam complained and shoved Y/N playfully.
She kicked him right back and let her feet rest on his lap from there. "You're always high on pain medication and sleep deprivation."
"She's got a point," Dean said, a big grin plastered to his face, "We have to patch you up far too much."
"Shut up, both of you."
It would have been adorable how Sam was pouting if he wasn't laughing so much as well. Y/N hadn't seen these boys so smiley in ever - which was really depressing now that she was thinking of it. Which was her cue to put away the champagne for later as while she liked being giggly-tipsy, emotional drunk wasn't on the agenda for tonight.
The brothers were still bickering when she came back from the kitchen with a glass of water and two new bottles of beer (she was awesome, she knew). "Don't get stabbed then next time."
"Don't pass out next time," Sam retorted, a gleeful glint in his eyes as he saw Dean's scowl.
Who totally wasn't scowling from the glare he shot Y/N's way as she started to laugh. The girl the glare was directed at, sat down next to him unimpressed and handed him the bottle. Suddenly, Dean was much happier. "You're a sweetheart, you know that?"
"Only reason I keep putting up with you," she assured him.
Naturally, Dean had to wrap his arm around her shoulders and lean down to her conspirationally. The shiver than ran down her back was purely due to the gust of wind that had made its way through the vents. Nothing else. And the blush was the champagne's fault.
"I stand by my point by the way," Sam stated.
It was a pleasant if slightly confusing distraction from whatever Y/N's mind was preoccupied with.
"...What?" At least Dean was as confused as herself.
Sam put on his Cheshire grin and pointed at the two of them. "There is no way that either of you is better at Mario Kart than me."
"Guess you have to prove it then, library boy," Y/N challenged him, already getting up to turn on the TV and playstation.
Epic battling and lots of screaming followed. Things were said and regretted deeply, Dean threw a pillow at Sam, Sam aimed it back at Dean and hit Y/N straight in the face. Luckily, her enraged scream startled the older Winchester enough to fall off a cliff.
... A sentence that unfortunately would make sense in any other situation of their lives as well.
Due to the Winchesters' and Y/N's competitive personalities, the games soon got pretty intense and for everyone's sake, they moved on to two on two so at least one was always there to negotiate. Or well, rile one of them up. Fun with the Winchesters.
"Guys, it's almost midnight!" Y/N realised with a shock as she looked at the towering clock in the corner of the room.
Had they been playing for so long? Whoops.
"One more round," Sam's eyes were glued to the TV still, adamant on winning this time.
Meanwhile, Dean signed his downfall but actually looking up, checking the clock and finding out himself that Y/N was right. "Ah fuck, let's get going then."
Sam was still celebrating by the time they were topside again and setting up the fireworks. Y/N swore that these two got more childish the older they got. Not that she was particularly complaining.
Dean apparently was not as amused as her though. "Okay big boy, if you're so much better it's your turn to light the fireworks then."
"Jerk," Sam stated but got to work. Smart boy.
And then they were counting down to midnight, Sam checking his watch to make sure they were actually on time. It was filled with laughter and absolutely no feeling for actual time as the boys were counting approximately two times faster than Y/N.
While Sam was getting to work on the lint and lit a match, reaching the last ten seconds, Dean's arm wrapped around her once more. This time, it was her waist he was holding onto and Y/N felt herself being pulled to his front. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath fan over her eyelashes.
"Wanna be my New Year's kiss, Sweetheart?" Dean's voice was confident as always but his eyes were flying all over her face.
With a shot of boldness, Y/N locked her fingers in the nape of his neck and pushed him down to her level. Kiss now, freak out later.
"Happy New Year!"
Sam's voice and the explosions of the fireworks faded into the background as Dean's lips met hers. They were soft and warm to the touch, a tingle of electricity running down her back as he went straight for her bottom lip to nibble at it. It made Y/N gasp in surprise which gave Dean the chance to slip his tongue in and turn the kiss in a much more interesting direction. She grinned into the kiss and returned it with the same enthusiasm and angled his head for better access.
Only Sam's groaned "fucking finally" broke them apart. Y/N doubted that she would have ever let go willingly.
Dean on the other hand didn't seem to be half as bothered by the presence of his little brother and took his sweet time with pulling away. When he did though, there was a more than smug grin plastered to his kiss swollen lips.
"Happy New Year, Y/N," he whispered and nudged her nose with his.
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I saw you were asking for some requests and thought I'd put a lil something in your inbox. Might it be possible for you to write some headcanons on how the boys would react to reader being a Mom Friend TM? Platonic or romantic. Whichever you're more comfortable with :D
Sure! Thank you for your request! I must admit that I'm a bit of a mom-friend myself, so I hope all of the mom friends out there can find themselves in this post as well. I didn't necessarily choose to do it platonic, but I think it kind of turned out that way, so I hope that's okay!
Leo
He isn't sure how to feel
He thinks it's so cute that you want to take care of him
But he's also very capable of taking care of himself
So if you scold or smother him too much he'll probably get annoyed by it
But he also loves the fact that you care about him so much
And that you show that you care about his brothers as well and are protective over them
Reminds him of himself
You do make his life easier since you help take care of his brothers and him
It's a comforting thought that he doesn't always have to be the one looking out for everyone and that he can relax once in a while
He's grateful to have you
Raph
He pretends to hate it
He doesn't mind, kind of moves him that you mother over him a little
It does make for a lot of bickering between you two
As long as you two don't get into serious fights he kind of enjoys a little argument now and then
He does really appreciate the things you do for him though, like patch up wounds or listening to him rant
He's also kind of amazed about how many things are in your bag and how you thought to bring everything
Bandages, bandaids, snacks, drinks, scissors, pocket knife, a fidget toy for Mikey, painkillers, pens, paper, pencils and erasers, extra t-shirt, a book, a lighter and a lot more useful stuff
He also appreciates that you're always there to talk him out of dumb, anger-fueled plans because looking back on it he's glad he didn't do them
Donnie
He doesn't mind
He very well understand that you might be concerned about him and/or his brothers
I mean if he's not fighting trained assassins, he's working with dangerous machines or chemicals
He also really appreciate it when you make meals for him of bring him something to drink
He's not really good at taking care of himself
He also appreciates that you text him once in a while to check up on him because he can get so lost in his work
You have to also drag him away from his computer sometimes to go outside or socialise
Mikey
He doesn't notice it too much if you mother over him
I mean he's the youngest (or atleast most immature) out of his brothers so he's pretty used to it
He will kind of start counting on you to mother over him too
But you don't mind
He gets you into a little trouble once in a while, which is good to expand your comfort zone
He has poor impulse control
You make him text you when he's home so you can go to sleep knowing he didn't die skateboarding off of a building or something
He will also use you to get shelter from his brothers after pranking them because he knows you'll defend him
Bonus:
Splinter
It took him by surprise that you try to take care of him
He can't help but feel warm inside
He's the parent of 4 sons, a master in ninjitsu and in his 40s, but still you felt the need to take care of him
This definitely earns you parent-points (you know, how parents keep score over their kids friends and how good they are for them/ how much they like them)
He would accept and cooperate with you mothering over him (and smile the whole time)
He is actually not that good at taking care of himself, but doesn't like people knowing that
Especially when it comes to eating, and just like Donatello he can get too focused on what he's currently doing
So he does actually very much appreciates it when you bring him meals
Requests are still open btw, so feel free to request some headcanons for the 2012 turtles! Have a great day everyone :)
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do whatever is in your mind.
Young Mikey x Reader!
Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!
It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?
I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.
I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.
"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.
"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.
However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.
This last week was the cherry on top.
Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.
Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.
I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).
~
I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.
"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.
"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.
I shrug.
"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.
"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.
"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.
"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"
I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.
"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.
"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."
"You can be so annoying sometimes."
"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.
"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.
His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.
"I already apologized, stop whining about it."
"I'm not whining–"
"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."
"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"
"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.
"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.
"I already did! Why don't you–"
"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.
His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"
"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.
He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"
"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.
"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.
"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.
"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.
"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.
"Fuck you."
Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.
"Do it." He says, looking down at me.
The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...
"Do what?"
He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"
Ha ha.
His hold on me tightens.
"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.
My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.
If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?
"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."
Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.
If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.
He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.
My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.
"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.
I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.
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Hi-hi! How would the fellers react to their crush verbally defending them in front of the others?
Arthur
While picking up some supplies in town, Arthur got into a small ‘altercation’ with some of the locals. Returning to camp, Arthur has bruised knuckles and a small cut on his cheek. It doesn’t take long for Dutch to reprimand him, reminding Arthur that it's imperative they all keep a low profile.
Afterwards the rest of camp decide to give Arthur a hard time, pissed off that Dutch has restricted people leaving camp because of the fight. Instead of confronting Dutch with their frustrations, they turn to Arthur and make snide comments towards him. You quickly confront the gang, angry at how fast they all turn to blame Arthur.
You basically tell everyone to suck it up and if they have a problem then they should talk to Dutch about it. No one wants to argue with you so they all drop it pretty quickly. Arthur is in awe of you, muttering a thank you under his breath as he passes by.
He doesn't want to make a big deal about this, scared of making things weird by lingering on this for too long. No one's really done that for him before so it's something he thinks about for a very long time, getting a warm feeling in his chest whenever he thinks about you defending him.
Charles
No one has any real reason to be mad at Charles and they know it isn't his fault but the camp's food supply is getting low and hunting has been tough lately so he's had no luck bringing any food back to camp either.
You first notice Micah throw him a snide remark about not being able to bring back any food, but considering it's Micah, you and Charles both brush off the comment and not waste any time on the other man. But then you notice another few people direct their frustrations Charles' way.
You snap the next time you hear someone blame Charles, telling them to go out and try hunting if they think it's so easy. They're taken aback by how suddenly you snap at them and don't mention it again.
Charles is surprised too, not expecting anyone to stand up for him but makes sure to tell you how grateful he is to know you have his back. Charles knew he had a crush on you before this but now? Yeah, he's definitely in love.
Dutch
People were getting more and more pissed off with Dutch and his absurd plans. The stress of knowing people were getting frustrated made it harder from him to think of a proper plan, turning Dutch into a powder keg about to explode.
You could tell how the mounting pressure of everyone's annoyance was getting to him, how his answers became more short each time someone else would question his actions and doubt him. In a way, you thought it would be better if you snapped at everyone rather than Dutch doing it.
Everyone’s eyes go wide when you finally speak up, telling them that if they don’t like how Dutch runs things then they don’t have to stick around. Putting his hand on your shoulder, Dutch quietly thanks you, feeling a strange flustered feeling.
With how stressed he is, Dutch isn’t too sure what he feels for you exactly but one thing he knows for sure is that his feelings for you have just gotten a whole lot stronger. A few days later, he mentions you defending him again, wanting you to know exactly how much it meant to him.
Micah
This is Micah. He's gonna piss off half the camp in about one hour. Everyone's reason is different but they're all annoyed at Micah and sick of the shit he says. But you’re so over the constant bickering by everyone and how they also insult him every chance they get.
One evening by the campfire, you decide you’ve had enough. You weren’t exactly planning on snapping and from the looks on everyone’s faces, they weren’t expecting it either.
Micah is completely baffled, his face unreadable for a few seconds. This is so unnatural to him, to hear someone actually coming to his defence and not complaining about him truly leaves him lost for words. He’s stunned but soon a smug expression spreads across his face.
Micah is all over you afterwards, constantly around you and basically taunting the others to try and insult him again. If anyone pisses him off then he makes sure to tell you just in case you feel like defending him one more time.
John
John was doing what he does best, evading responsibility. At first it didn't really annoy anyone besides Miss Grimshaw and it kinda got under Hosea's skin but eventually it started grating on everyone, small problems occurring more and more often because of John's lack of competence.
It doesn’t take long for everyone to be picking problems with John, overwhelming him with complaints. You can see how much it’s all getting to him and so you step in.
Everyone looks to you, quickly averting their eyes to the ground as you scold them. You’re not too harsh, just reminding them that there are bigger, Pinkerton sized problems that are more important than unchopped logs for the fire.
John is in awe. No one’s ever stood up for him as fast as you did. This is something he’s never going to forget and although he tries to play if off, mumbling that you didn’t have to go out of your way to defend him, it genuinely means a lot to him.
Javier
Although Javier rarely messes up on robberies, some of the gang still get pissed off whenever he occasionally fucks up. Honestly, Javier's beating himself up anyways because of his mess up so everyone else mentioning it just adds insult to injury and makes him feel terrible.
He’s having a bad day so although he would usually stand up for himself, Javier decides to simply sit there and listen to them complain. You on the other hand, refuse to let this happen and come to Javier’s defense.
Javier really didn’t expect anyone to defend him but the fact that it was you defending him made it much more special to him, his heart warming with every word you say in his defense. He watches you with adoration, loving how you scrunch up your nose in annoyance as you tell off the others.
Afterwards he thanks you and asks if you’d like to go for a walk, he feels like he needs to talk to someone right now and he knows you’re always understanding when it comes to things like this.
Sean
Sean didn't necessarily do anything wrong, he was just in a very talkative and playful mood which made meant teasing the gang more than often than usual which pissed off a few people.
He tries to defend him but soon there are so many people interrupting him that he doesn’t bother and sits there pouting, listening to everyone’s complaints. When you first approach, he thinks that you’re going to get mad at him too but you turn to the others and scold them instead.
As soon as you start at the others, Sean jumps up with new motivation and joins in, telling them to mind their own business. The more you scold the gang, the more excited Sean gets.
When the last gang member gives up and storms off, Sean wraps his arms around you, lifting you up off the ground and practically swings you around. He acts as though you’ve both won a war and brags about how good of a team you two make.
Hosea
It takes a lot for people to get pissed off with Hosea but he had been promising the gang a good share of a con he had planned but it unfortunately went awry and left the gang disappointed.
The gang aren’t really mad at Hosea but because the con went south, they take their frustrations out on him. The second you realise what’s going on and that people are being snarky with Hosea, you confront them and defend him.
When you mention how shitty they’re being to him, everyone immediately apologises, feeling flustered that they were called out. Hosea accepts their apologies, knowing they were just feeling frustrated and prefers to move past this.
When the gang begin to carry on with their day, Hosea pulls you aside and thanks you for defending him. It means a lot to him and honestly when you stood up for him, he could feel a wave of relief wash over him. To properly thank you, Hosea invites you out on a con he’s positive will go to plan.
#very stressed with uni hence why I'm not v active rn#but I'm done after this week and I will be posting a fuck ton for the holidays#just bear with me lol#also was going to go see the new spiderman movie yesterday to try and make myself happy#BUT THE FUCKIN PROJECTORS IN THE CINEMA STOPPED WORKING#WE WERE SITTING THERE FOR AN HOUR BEFORE THEY WERE LIKE 'yeah this ain't working :)'#honestly kinda funny looking back at it now lmao#ok i'm rambling hope this was ok luv u thank u for requesting/ reading/ doing ur best everyday#headcanons#writings#arthur morgan#charles smith#dutch van der linde#micah bell#john marston#javier escuella#sean macguire#hosea matthews#rdr2
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