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mattyriddlesbitch · 2 days

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Um sorry uf this is a weird one but could the reader be shy and mattheo uses bdsm on her for the first time and she likes it

Yes!!!! Love this idea!

Do You Trust Me

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Bondage, cussing, unprotected sex, creampie, blindfold, fingering.

18+ Minors DNI!

You and Mattheo had been dating for a while now. You obviously have had sex many times, you were just always shy about it. Embarrassed about the topic. You loved having sex with him, but if he tried talking about it, you always shied away, always wormed your way out of the conversation. Mattheo found it funny and cute, but really wanted to talk to you about something that he’d been wanting to try with you for the past week. But you kept managing to get out of the conversations.

Finally, he had enough and had you under him as he was kissing you, he had you pinned to his bed, no way you could get out of this now.

He pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at you. “Princess, you know I’ve been trying to talk to you about something for a week now.”

“I think I prefer the kissing.” You said with a blush.

“You know I love how shy and cute you get.” He teased. “I wanna try something.”

“What?” You asked quietly.

“Do you trust me?” He asked back, not answering your question.

“I do.” You said, but with a bit of caution.

“Would you trust me to take care of you if you were tied up or blindfolded or anything like that?” He rubbed at your sides soothingly, not wanting to scare you off.

You stared up at him, face red in embarrassment at the conversation. But you also couldn’t deny that what he was saying intrigued you. So after a short pause, you finally spoke up. “Yeah.” Your voice was quiet and he probably wouldn’t have caught it if he wasn’t so close to you.

“Would you be willing to try that with me?” His hands stopped and squeezed your sides slightly in a reassuring way.

“Yeah.” You said with a small nod.

He smiled again, giving you a sweet kiss before helping you out of your clothes. He might’ve been going a little faster than usual, eager to try this out with you. He figured you’d say yes and already got what he’d need, so once he had you undressed, he quickly grabbed the soft ribbon he bought to tie you up. He didn’t want it to hurt you, so he opted for that instead of rope.

“Hands up for me, sweetheart.” He said as he came back to the bed, sitting beside you. You lifted your hands up and he tied them to the headboard before checking to make sure they aren’t too tight and aren’t digging into your skin too hard. “This makes you look like a present.” He smiled, trying to ease your nerves. “How’s that feel?” He rubbed along your stomach gently.

“It feels fine.” You said quietly, gently tugging at the ribbon to see if it’ll come undone. It won’t. Mattheo had done his research on how to keep it from untying.

“Good.” He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly. “If you ever wanna stop, if it gets too much or anything at all, just say ‘pomegranate’ and I’ll stop everything, okay?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“What’s the word?” He asked.

“Pomegranate.”

“Good girl.” He said. “I’m gonna blindfold you, too. Just focus on how I’m making you feel instead of worrying about things, yeah?”

You nodded in response again and he smiled.

He placed the blindfold on you, leaving you in darkness and unsure of what he was planning. You could hear some shuffling before he settled between your legs, rubbing them gently. He slipped his fingers between your folds.

“You’re fucking soaked, princess. It seems you’re into this stuff, huh?” You could practically hear the smile.

He pushed two fingers in you, thrusting them in and out quickly as you moaned and whined. His thumb found your clit and you were trying to close your legs on him.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He said, using his free hand to push your legs back open. “So beautiful.”

“Matty, please.” You whined.

“How about we try ‘sir’ instead?” He said and you were too worked up already to overthink anything.

“Please, sir.” You begged.

“That’s much better. Please what, angel?” His fingers were relentless, just working on trying to make you cum.

“I’m gonna cum, please.” Your hips were trying to move to meet with his fingers.

“Beg for it then, princess. Use your words.”

“Please, let me cum, sir. Please.” You begged, pulling at the ribbon as your legs shook.

“I’m not convinced yet. Keep going.”

“Please, sir. I need to cum. Please. It feels so good. Please.” You were nearly crying at this point.

“Good girl. Cum on my fingers.” He said, his free hand coming up to play with your nipples.

You came on his fingers with a cry of his name along with some profanity, body trembling beneath him.He helped ride out your orgasm before pulling out his fingers.

“Open.” He said and you opened your mouth. He pushed his fingers in. “Clean them.” You followed the order and sucked and licked his fingers clean, tasting yourself from them. “You’re so obedient.”

He pulled his fingers out and pushed your legs up to your chest. You could feel him starting to tease his cock along your pussy, coating it in your arousal. You whined and hissed at the contact, still sensitive from the orgasm.

“Please, sir, I need you.” You begged, wiggling your hips a little to get a little more friction.

“Yeah? Need me to fuck your sweet little pussy?” He teased, just wanting to hear you beg more.

“Yes! Please!”

“Always so shy, but act like such a slut for my cock, huh?” He started easing his cock in, wanting to go slow to make you feel everything. You both were moaning, panting with every inch that he pushed into you.

He bottomed out and groaned before starting to thrust in and out of you, setting a brutal pace. With how he had you folded, you were feeling him so deep in you, feeling like he was in your stomach. He moved a hand to rub at your clit, the other wrapping around your neck, lightly squeezing the sides. It had you getting lightheaded and making everything feel much more intense.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. You like this? You like me fucking you like a slut?” He asked and all you could do was moan in response, too fucked out to think of anything else. “Got you all dumb on my cock now too? My sweet, shy girl, all fucked out on my cock. You look fucking perfect, princess.” He was rambling, but it only made you wetter, building your orgasm much quicker. “Gonna cum on my dick, angel? I can feel you fucking clenching me.”

You were moaning and crying out as best as you could with his hand around your throat, pulling on the restraint. Your orgasm tore through you and cried out his name again, tears spilling down your cheeks in pleasure. He helped ride it out before untying you and flipping you over, getting you onto your knees and pushing your chest and head down onto the bed before pushing back into you.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me, princess.” He said, grabbing your hands to hold them behind your back with one hand as he pounded into you from behind. His other hand landed a spank on your ass, causing a yelp to escape your lips followed by a moan. “My princess likes that, huh?” He said and spanked you again, rubbing the area softly. “Fucking slut. You’re so fucking dirty. Just hiding behind all that shyness.”

He ripped another orgasm from you before finally cumming himself, filling your warm cunt with his cum as he helped ride out both of your orgasms.

He helped you back onto your back, gently taking off the blindfold. You had to blink a few times to adjust to the light before seeing his face, softly smiling down at you as he rubbed at your side soothingly again.

“How was that?” He asked gently, brushing your hair from your face. “Good?”

You nodded, catching your breath. “Good.”

“I got other things we can try later, too.”

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morgana-larkin · 2 days

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And here we are part 3 of ‘Mine’! I may or may not due a part 4, it totally depends. I was originally going to go with Luca but changed it to Nico. I was actually going to be named Nico if I was a boy and was happy to find out it’s an Italian name. Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: my wifi came back and I’ll be able to add this and the one I posted last night to the masterlist. Keep sending prompts for Melissa and Chessy, and I haven’t received any for Marilyn Thornhill yet. I do have an idea for Marilyn but it’s more of a series.

Italian translations:

Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo - Not in the mood for any Italian food, for fuck sake

Ti amo - I love you

Mine - Part 3

Warnings: sweet and soft Mel, swearing (in both English and Italian)

Words: 3.2k

You and Melissa both stare at the doctor at your ultrasound appointment, you’re 10 weeks pregnant at this point.

“I’m pregnant with what?” You say after a few seconds.

“Twins. You’re pregnant with twins.” She tells you and points to the ultrasound picture. “See there’s one and…there’s the other.” She points out and you both see it.

“There’s 2 little Tesoro’s in there?” Melissa says and the doctor looks at you.

“She’s asking if there’s really 2 babies in me.” You tell her.

“Yes, there’s 2 of them in there.” The doctor says.

You both walk out of the room and Melissa engulfs you in a hug. “Woah!” You say, surprised. She pulls back and has the biggest smile on her you’ve ever seen.

“Omg Amore! We’re gonna have twins!” She exclaims and kneels down and hugs your stomach. You see a couple look at you guys and they’re smiling at Melissa’s excitement.

“She’s really excited.” You tell them.

“Ya, that’s really obvious. Congratulations with the twins.” The woman says.

“Thank you.” You tell them and Melissa stands up.

“Omg I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Melissa says and bounces.

“Ok before we do anything, we have to pick Amelia up from daycare as it’s 4:15 and they close at 5.” You tell her and she grins.

“Omg Amelia, how are we gonna tell her she’s gonna be a big sister?” Melissa says and you laugh.

“Mel, honey, she’s 20 months old. I don’t think she’ll understand yet. She’s more focused on walking and getting into everything around the house right now.” You tell her and Melissa smiles. “Come on, let’s go pick the little terror up.” You tell her and Melissa practically skips out of the clinic

You get home after picking Amelia up and Melissa is still basically on cloud 9. You FaceTime Barb and she picks up on the second ring.

“Hey y/n! How are you sweetheart?” Barb says

“I’m good but Melissa is a little too excited since-“ you get cut off from the redhead herself.

“OMG BARB WE’RE GONNA HAVE TWINS!” She shouts and you have to pull back as it was right in your ear.

“Honey, no need to shout in my ear.” You tell her and she apologises then hugs your stomach again.

“Omg twins! Congrats you two!” Barb says and Gerald heard.

“Congratulations you two! We should celebrate this weekend.” He tells everyone and you all agree. Barb and Melissa talk for a little bit while you feed Amelia some dinner. Melissa has taken a particular interest in feeding Amelia as she has enough teeth now to have spaghetti. Although the first time she fed it to Amelia, she called it ‘the Italian test’, and Amelia loved it and Mel said she passed.

The next day, Melissa pretty much skips in the break room and she spins you around slowly. Everyone looks at you and smiles.

“What’s gotten you so happy?” Janine questions and Melissa looks at you, asking to share the news and you nod.

“We’re having twins!” She exclaims and everyone’s jaw drops. They all come up to you both and give you hugs with a congratulations. You then feel sick and run out to the bathroom, Melissa runs after you. You make it to the bathroom just in time for you to throw up and Melissa holds your hair up.

After a couple minutes you exit the stale and go to wash your hands. “This is the part of the pregnancy I don’t miss.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well since you have two little critics in you, I packed an extra breakfast for you since you’re eating for 3 now.” She tells you and you perk up at the mention of more food.

Once you get to the break room she takes out the frittata she made you that you loved during your pregnancy with Amelia and hands it to you. You pretty much inhale it and Melissa is looking at you with heart eyes the entire time. Everyone sees it and they smile. Melissa’s tough bravado is only down for you and they love to see those little snippets of ‘Soft Mel’ they like to call it. To which Melissa rolled her eyes and glared at them when she found out.

“U know I still like the name Caterina.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Ya?”

“Ya, I think it’s a beautiful name.” You say and she kisses your cheek.

The both of you end up telling Amelia that you have 2 babies in your tummy after school. While Melissa was cooking dinner you put Amelia to sit on the kitchen counter in the middle and told her.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister! I have two little babies in here.” You told her and put your hand on your stomach. And as you expected, she didn’t understand. “Told you.” You said to Melissa and she just smiled and went back to cooking.

Melissa keeps giving you more food than usual since you got little ones in you who also need to eat. And because of your morning sickness, she always packs an extra breakfast for you to keep your strength up. She always does little things for you and you appreciate it every time.

Your morning sickness does stop when you were about 4 months pregnant and she still keeps bringing you an extra breakfast in case you were hungry. Then the cravings start and Melissa throws a fit when you told her that you’re not in the mood for any Italian food. She starts swearing and ranting in Italian.

“Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo!” She rants while pacing around the living room. “What are you in the mood for then?” She says and crosses her arms. You think about it.

“Pea soup.” You state proudly with a nod and Melissa rolls her eyes.

“If I didn’t love you so much then I would just give you the store bought one.” She says and goes in the kitchen to make the soup.

“Ti amo!” You tell her as she walks in the kitchen.

“Ya ya.” She says with a smile.

You pick Amelia up then put her in her high chair to feed her dinner.

At dinner time, while you nearly inhale the soup, Melissa has a conversation with you that’s needed.

“We should move.” She starts and you look at her.

“What?” You say confused.

“We should move before the twins are born.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “This house only has 3 rooms, not 4.” She states and you finally understand what she’s telling you.

“Mel, we don’t have to do it before their born. We have like 3 years before they’ll start needing their own rooms. Or if they’re two boys or two girls then they can share. Or if one of each then the girl can share with Amelia.” You tell her.

“Face it y/n, our little household is growing and we need more room.”

“Are you ready for that? I know you love this place.” You tell her.

“I am. This place served its purpose and you’re right I do love it and I won’t forget it.” She tells you with a smile.

“Ok, if you’re certain then we can start looking and move when we find the perfect one.” You tell her and she nods.

A month later you have an ultrasound appointment.

“I want to know the genders of the babies.” Melissa tells you. “Do you want to know?” She asks.

“I do actually.” You say and she smiles.

At your appointment, the doctor squirts the gel on and brings up the video of the babies.

“Alright there they are.” The doctor says and she then looks at both of you. “Want to know the genders?” And you both nod. She looks for about a minute before she speaks. “Alright looks like one is a little camera shy but I found the genders. Looks like one’s a girl and the other a boy.” She states and Melissa lets a few tears slip and smiles.

“I’m gonna have another daughter and a son.” She says happily.

“That boy is gonna feel so out numbered.” You say and she laughs.

“There’s some boy cousins he can hang out with.” She tells you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

When you get home, you hang the ultrasound picture on the fridge next to a picture of Amelia.

“So since we have a couple hours, why don’t we go upstairs and have a little us time?” Melissa says with a wiggle of her eyebrows and you laugh. It’s been about 3 weeks since you two had sex. While your sex drive skyrocketed with Amelia, it seems this time around it did the opposite. This time it’s Melissa who’s been using the vibrator when needed.

“Ya, I’d love too.” You tell her and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom.

*a week later*

“What do you think of this place?” Melissa says and shows you a house listing. You look at the pictures of the house.

“You like the kitchen don’t you?” You say and she giggles.

“I’ll admit that it is one of the attractions. But it’s got 4 rooms, a basement and a big open floor dining and living room.” She tells you.

“Ya it’s nice. We should check it out this weekend.” You tell her and hand her phone back.

“Great! I’ll message them now.” She tells you.

You two have been able to put money aside since you were living together in a place that Melissa was able to afford by herself. And since you’re selling the house when you move, then you’ll have enough to buy a bigger place. You’ve so far seen 5 places and none were speaking to you two. And because of that, when you went to see this new place, it surprised you that you both liked it. You found the place that you’ll call your new home, a place for you, Melissa, Amelia and the twins.

“Melissa!” You call out to her from the living room and she comes to you from upstairs.

“What?”

“I can’t pick up the box.” You tell her with a pout and she laughs.

“Where do you want it?” She says and stands in front of the box.

“On top of that box.” You tell her and point. She picks it up and brings it over to where you want. You’re 6 months pregnant at this point and you’re moving in 3 weeks. You’ve recruited the Abbott crew, and a few family members from both your families to come and help you on the day you move.

“The babies are kicking again.” You say with a hand on your belly and Melissa is immediately by your side and you put her hand where they’re kicking. She already felt them kick but she always loves to feel it when she can.

And just like last time, Melissa is extremely protective when it comes to other people wanting to touch your belly. And you get déjà vu when she pushed Janine’s hand off your belly and says “mine” while hugging you and kisses your forehead.

“Melissa, you should let Janine feel it at least once.” You tell her and she huffs.

“Fine. But just this once.” She says and Janine finally feels your stomach and one of the babies kick and she gasps. Melissa is glaring the entire time.

Amelia sees your belly grow and is a little confused as to why. She’s turning 2 in 4 weeks, but she’s still a little young to understand.

Melissa has been doing some of the same things she did for you as last time. Which is helping you up the stairs, putting a shower seat in the tub for you to shower with, guiding and holding you through a crowded hallway, and catering to your every craving (whether or not she approves of it).

It’s finally the day to move and you dropped Amelia off at your parents place for them to watch her.

“Don’t spoil her too much.” You tell them.

“You know we can’t promise that.” Your mom tells you and you giggle while you go back to the house to help pack up the loading truck. Turns out you do almost nothing, per Melissa’s instructions, and you end up telling people what to do instead. 3 hours later and the truck is packed up and house is cleaned for the new people that bought the place.

You and Melissa stand in the empty living room and look around one last time. Melissa hugs you from behind and puts her head on your shoulder.

“You ready?” She asks and you sigh.

“I think so.” You say. “Did you say a final goodbye to the kitchen yet?” You ask her, half joking half serious.

“Yep. It’s time to start a new chapter.” She tells you and kisses your head. You lean into her touch for a few seconds before you both decide to leave to the new place with everyone.

You get there and like before, Melissa instructs you to just tell people where to put what where. “I’m pregnant, not physically disabled.” You tell her annoyed and she glares at you before you cave and instruct people.

A few hours later and the kitchen and bathrooms are unpacked and a few things you’ll need until you can unpack more boxes. You unpack most of Amelia’s room and decorate it how she likes it. You get help to unpack the nursery which will be one of their rooms in a couple years.

2 weeks after and you’re celebrating Amelia’s second birthday. Most of the cake surprisingly ends up in her mouth instead of on her face. She gets a bunch of new toys and starts playing with all of them immediately.

You go on maternity leave when you’re 33 weeks pregnant and you end up using the days to unpack boxes and you end up finishing in 2 weeks.

“Momma.” Amelia says and Melissa turns to her.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?”

“Mommy tod mwe to come get you. Saying wabour.” Amelia tells her and Melissa immediately picks Amelia up and rushes to you.

“Are you in Labour?” She asks you from where you were on the couch and you’re holding your stomach and squeezing the arm of the couch.

“Ya, I thought it wasn’t the real thing at first, then my water broke.” You tell her and Melissa rushes to get your bag and her and Amelia’s bag to bring to the hospital for when the day arrives. She ushers you in the car and puts Amelia in her car seat and brings you to the hospital while you call Melissa’s sister, yours and Melissa’s parents, as well as the Abbott crew.

“I can’t believe you’re in labour, you’re only 35 weeks.” Melissa exclaims during the drive.

“They told us that most of the time with twins, they’re born early. Besides, I gave birth to Amelia when I was 37 weeks.” You say and a contraction hits and Melissa holds her hand out for you to squeeze.

You arrive at the hospital and Melissa gets Amelia out and helps you walk out and into the hospital. Melissa’s parents were there and they took Amelia while you and Melissa gets ushered into a room and prepped for labour. Barb arrives a few minutes after and this time your mom is able to be here as she worked last time and couldn’t get out of it. You sit on the table, as it’s easier to push that way instead of laying down, and you squeeze Melissa’s hand when a contraction hits.

“For fuck sakes.” You grit through your teeth and Melissa prepares to get yelled and cursed at again, all in the name of love she thinks.

Melissa starts humming a tune she knows soothes you when a nasty one hits and you lean into her.

“Ok, are you ready to push? You’re fully dilated.” The doctor tells you, an hour after you arrive.

“Don’t think I have much of a choice.” You say and Melissa laughs.

You start pushing and Melissa is saying praises to you the entire time.

“Oh shut up Melissa! Why don’t you try pushing!” You yell and she just ignores you and keeps doing the same thing. You have a death grip on her left hand and she has the other one rubbing your back.

“Ok, you’re doing great, push again.” The doctor says and you do. “I see a head.” She says.

“Mom! It hurts!” You complain while your mom is on the other side of you, holding her hand.

“I know honey, but you’re doing great and you’ll have 2 little trouble makers after this.” She tells you and you chuckle.

You push again and your second child is born. “It’s a boy!” The doctor says and Melissa cuts the cord. She hands the baby to a nurse and gets ready to help with the second one. “Ready for the other one?” She asks you and you groan.

“For fuck sakes!” You say and Melissa continues rubbing your back and she kisses your forehead.

“I know it’s a lot of work baby but look at what we get when it’s over.” Melissa tells you and points at where your son is.

You start pushing again and you end up cursing at Melissa to which she encourages you to keep doing it every time.

“Very good Amore! Don’t worry I still love you. Keep yelling at me.” She tells you.

And 6 minutes later your second daughter is born and Melissa cuts the cord again. The nurses give you both at the same time to do skin to skin contact for a few minutes until you hand your son over to Melissa to hold and you move your daughter to hold her in your arms. Your mom takes a picture of both of you with the twins.

“What names are you thinking of?” You ask Melissa.

“I’m happy with Caterina if you are.” She tells you and you smile and nod.

“Caterina Lisa Schemmenti.” You say and look at your newborn daughter.

“What do you think of Nico Schemmenti for this little guy?” She asks you and you nod.

“I love it.” You tell her.

Amelia comes running into the room a few minutes later and gets held up by Kristen Marie to get a good look at her siblings.

“They tiny.” She says and you laugh.

“You were this tiny too, little one.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked. Barb takes a picture of you and Melissa holding a twin each while Amelia is sitting between you both on the bed.

Melissa looks around the room and sees her parents and sister there, your parents are there too, Barb as well, and knowing the rest of the Abbott crew is outside the room. Then she looks at you holding Caterina with Amelia looking at her new sister, while Nico is sleeping in her arms and Melissa thinks she can’t be happier.

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vivwritesfics · 2 days

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Love cowboy Rooster so I have idea,

Rooster and reader taking a trail ride (with others horses if you want) to a lake to have a picnic date while the horses are going crazy in the water :)

Also I love how you did a mixture of both the ideas, I loved it 🥹

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in my multipart baby of a bob cowboy fic the callsigns are nicknames they got from the rodeo -- same applies here

Bradley would never get sick of the sight of this. Of her in the barn, wearing a sundress and his fucking Stetson. All she was doing was leaning against a stable door, feeding Goose a sugar cube.

(Goose was Bradley's dad's horse. They'd gotten him at two years old from auction just months before Nick Bradshaw sadly passed. Bradley had kept Goose going for the better part of twenty eight years. He was too old to ride now, and nobody loved him more than Bradley's girlfriend).

Bradley couldn't stop himself from sliding his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for a kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Let me say goodbye to Goose," she said and pulled the Stetson from her head to place it on his own.

The way Bradley watched her, it could only be described as having hearts for eyes. He watched as she held Goose's nose and lifted it, giving the little pink patch on his nose a kiss. "We'll be back soon, buddy," she said as his nose came to rest on her shoulder.

"C'mon," Bradley said and gently pulled her away. If he had any competition in this world, it was Goose.

Bradley helped her get into Bo's saddle. He didn't have to help her, but he always liked to. As soon as her feet her in the stirrups and she had leaned down to kiss him, he moved on, easily swinging himself up into Rusty's saddle.

They set off, riding side by side away from the Bradshaw ranch. It had been his parents before his. When his father died, Pete Mitchell (who had earnt the nickname from the rodeo) stepped up for a few years. Bradley couldn't remember when Pete left, he didn't even remember him being there. But Bradley had been the man of the house for damn near twenty years.

When his mother died, he was all alone on the ranch. Well, until she came along.

She, who brought that sparkle of light back into his life. She, who Bradley loved with everything that he had. She rode beside him, barely holding onto Bo. She didn't need to, not when he would loyally follow Rusty.

When they got to the lake, there was a series of whoops and hollers. Bradley jumped down from Rusty first. He knew she didn't need help getting out of Bo's saddle; he just liked standing behind her, pulling her against him for a brief second.

"Nice hat!" Jake 'Hangman' Seresin called towards her.

There was a time where she would have been so embarrassed that she rushed to place the hat back onto Bradley's head, but she just grinned at Jake. "Thanks," she said, tongue poking between her teeth as Bradley tied the horses up. "Stole it."

Jake rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it. She took her seat beside Bob, gratefully accepting the water he offered her. It wasn't often the squad got to do things like this. Jake and Natasha were both on the rodeo circuit and Bob, Javi, Mickey and Reuben all worked on ranches in the area.

Bradley sat down beside her and immediately pulled her closer, planting a kiss to her cheek.

"Are we gonna see you on the circuit this year, Bradshaw?" Nat asked from where she laid in the sun, her own hat covering her head.

Although Bradley (Or Rooster, as they called him on the circuit) was born and raised for the rodeo, he gave it up. Once his mom died and he was alone running the ranch, he just couldn't. There was far too much to do. Besides, he didn't miss the buckle bunny's begging for him to take them back to his Bronco.

"Yeah, Bradshaw," his girl said, but it didn't take him by surprise. She loved watching him do what he did best.

He finally took the hat from her head and placed it on her own. "You want to watch, pretty girl?" He asked, his mouth close to hers. They kissed and, well, a little more, only pulling away when they heard the group of late twenties/thirty year olds shouting 'ew!'

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GO WITCHES DUELS!

Lore: It's been a minute since the Collector visited Boiling Isles (a few months after defeating Belos), however now they're back and willing to play a new game with the Demon Realm. After some talk with King, they both decided to host a tournament known as WITCHES BATTLES/BATTLE WITCHES (the name is still to be chosen). The 16 most powerful teen witches in Boiling Isles will participate (willingly) in a tournament to decide who is the most powerful teen witch in the Boiling Isles!

Information about the tournament: The tournament will feature 16 characters of my choosing competing with one another based on their strength and skill. This by no means is a popularity contest, so I don't care if you know or like the characters featured in battles, as ultimately the battle shall decide who would win a witches duel. The tournament rather than a simple bracket will also feature side battles that would decide the position in the rankings, so get ready as there will be a lot of duels.

The first round is composed of 8 1v1 witches duels between characters that were paired randomly (except for one case but I will explain it later once I introduce the bracket). After this, the winning eight will catch a break so all the losers can face each other in a grand battle royale against one another to decide their positions in the tournament (occasionally if some people tie they will also get their own battle). Once the battles of losers are over we shall advance to the second round which shall decide who gets to semi-finals. The elite 4 themselves will catch a break as I will feature a minor bracket featuring the losers of the second round. The winner of this bracket might have a chance to battle the elite 4 once the semi-finals are sealed, in which there will be 5 battles: 2 official semi-final battles; 2 winner vs losers battles; the battle between the losers of the semi-finals. Then a champion of the second round bracket can yet challenge the elite 4, which can change their placement in the ranking and finally, there will be the last battle between the champions of the semi-finals.

The Format will naturally be polls, however, under each poll, there will be an explanation of what participants can and can't do during the duel: what spells they know and can use depending on the battle format; whether or not they can utilise specific tools like palismen for example; what is their mindset going into the battle. Now keep in mind those are not Death Matches, so no need for calculations on how much raw power the characters have and only a brief summary of what they can and can't do, and the battles are decided in imaginary scenarios by either stadium out or losing consciousness (under the Collector's supervision no one shall die).

There will be no "See results" options as I don't want them to mess up the voting so you will have to make some tough choices, but that's why I feature explanations so you can have a better idea of how strong featured characters are, even if you don't know them or their capabilities. I also would appreciate it if you could provide your own propaganda and agendas regarding what characters are capable of.

If there is a situation in which participants tie, they will either be featured in a battle royale in which the person with the least votes shall be out, or they get their match-ups switched if there are more ties (though only even numbers of battles). There are no repetition if matches unless there were issues with voting or the post. However all battles are final and characters won't meet twice unless it's a battle royale.

Who will not participate in the tournament:

All adult characters are off-limits for this tournament as they shall have their own league. This is strictly a teen championship. I decided to do such separation as adult characters just outclass the teen characters, meaning hardly it would be a fair match for young rising stars.

Only characters with importance and established capabilities shall participate so no background characters that have only 5 seconds of screen time

Vee shall not participate in the tournament. Vee is in this awkward position where she either gets so stomped she shouldn't have considered participating in the first place or is just too OP to give anyone else a chance. As a Basilisk Vee only possesses two abilities: magic absorption and shape-shifting. Because of the nature of magic absorption which can render the opponent powerless if used correctly, Vee simply has an unfair advantage towards most of the competitors. However, Vee herself possesses next to no experience when it comes to battling. Vee doesn't utilise her shape-shifting powers creatively and only limits herself to taking forms of other people which is effectively useless as she does not gain their powers (and even if she did it's either unfair since she will transform into someone who naturally counters her opponent; it would be near impossible to see which form could she actually take at this point, and technically speaking it would be another character battling and not Vee herself) but such deception is effectively useless in 1v1 duels. Vee's absorption powers are also pretty slow and can be easily interrupted as Helos demonstrated (and are not as final as the Greater's Basilisk) and as I said, Vee has no experience in battles so she can't really fight with her personality, nor doesn't know any spells to use to help her.

Masha shall not participate as they have yet to discover magic. So Veesha is only cheering on others

The Collector shall not participate since he's OP, so he rather organizes the entire tournament and arranges the game specifically so no one could get hurt while the kids go all out.

King shall not participate as much as Vee, he's either too strong or too weak to participate. King is not yet fully realized Titan so he does not possess the prowess that Titans possess, only being capable of basic light spells (weaker than average ones), squeak of rage, and barrier (which while strong, can also be easily countered). King instead becomes the announcer and the host of the tournament, along with the Collector.

Hooty shall not participate as he is both too strong and too memorable to give it a fair fight (as Hooty isn't OP, but he might as well end up as such due to the voting). He also becomes the host and announcer of the tournament, but rather the adult league.

Adult league: The characters of the past like previous Grimwalkers, Caleb and Evelyn, etc. shall not participate since we literally don't know how strong and capable they actually are.

Adult league: Camila shall not participate as she barely has any battling experience. She's the best mom and she is willing to throw hands, but she simply lacks experience with magic and her battling style can be easily countered. There's also memeable potential of her swiping everyone with La Chancla, which is hilarious, but not realistic. It would be satisfying to see her try to hit Odalia with a sandal, but Odalia can unleash the phantom that would steal such a sandal and then straight-up knockout Camila if we're being serious and no fun regarding this (but in our hearts Camila is the true winner we all know that)

Adult league: Dell Clawthorne shall not participate as he never used any magic within the show and now he's disabled.

Teen League: As the name suggests, only teenagers will participate, toddlers will not

Adult league: Only a few established Covenheads will participate since the others don't have fully-realised potential

Adult league: Titan Trappers shall not appear as they barely have any champion showcasing the true extent of their magical skill.

Adult league: Jacob Hopkins shall not appear as he lost to Camila who herself can't participate for not having enough skill (I did consider Camila to participate but I ultimately decided that she won't)

Invitations - to those who showed interest in the tournament or TOH in general, but no pressure or need for you to participate in the voting. Just wanted to invite you and ensure there will be some audience to the tournament. Oh, and I also don't mind if you use more than one account to vote as long as those are established blogs and not some spam blogs (like try to not rigg the game too much):

@lilcactusboi @wren-writes-things @the-god-of-chaos-himself @violet-prism-creatively @watery-melon-baller

@thescarletdaffodil @akmonasyrk @lapluieellepleut @damianwaynelives @crushpunchh

@impact801 @evermorecatra @rosetyler42 @memory-overload @cwolfnerakagnome

@branmuffins22 @zyrafowe-sny @metalinjector95 @michaela-artist @goingtohellwithyou

@iheartleopards @thatwierdquietkidthatdraws @sophiesophsofia @tbonner2 @amity297

@itslilacmoon @lucascii @fabseg-reader

Anyone can vote in this tournament of course, but I'm not sure if everyone will see it so I hope at least you can spread the popularity of the tournament or decide on your own who wins and who loses

#the owl house #witches duels #witches battles #battle witches #my polls #polls #toh tournament #first post and historic moment

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kieiswrite · 4 hours

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Here’s why I love convex:

They’re friends.

And yes, yes, the weird goofy disturbing nonsensical storylines from seasons five and six of possession and pranks and corporate domination compel me to this day, and after that they’ve been members of mayoral office and king’s court, allies and adversaries and roommates, but friendship is what ties it all together.

The extent of it is not always obvious on videos, because both of them tend to cut out much of the more casual interactions, but every time one of them streams, the other will be there. Scar will try (and fail) to murder Cub by spleef and they’ll start talking of anything and everything. They’ll go threaten Joe or sneak to the forbidden areas in Decked Out 2 and all the while there is an ease to every interaction; taking each other for granted in a good way. Scar compliments Cub’s genius and Cub leaves a sweet little message at the top of Scar’s castle. Always the first to comment on each other’s tweets, getting along in person swimmingly as well, these guys have been friends for years and years and it shows.

There are many wonderful friendships on Hermitcraft, of course - a lot of different flavors, and many that I enjoy. There’s a couple reasons why I especially like watching Scar and Cub together. One of those reasons is, weird enough, how understated their relationship is from the content creation standpoint. They hardly ever call attention to it; it’s just there. (Though to be fair, Cub does appear to be plenty obsessed with HotGuy.) They are always willing to run with each other’s bits, a great quality common on the server. I also very much enjoy how between them, there’s an assumption of competence (or at least no stated assumption of incompetence) - even if it might be unwarranted! Scar is prone to silliness but Cub rarely makes fun of him for it, and rarely calls attention to any mispronunciations or the like. Now, hermits making fun of each other is funny and never ill-intended, and I wouldn’t want every relationship to be like this, but the convex way of utmost mutual respect until suddenly an attempted murder is much to my taste.

Okay. Okay Kie we get it, they are friends. So why ship it?

Right. So this is a real friendship between real life people. My interest does not lie in RPF - and even though HC sometimes skirts the line, especially with Convex there are many, many explicitly character bits. They may not have called it roleplay -

(Forgive the side note but, bless these ccs the mcyt as a whole has a very muddled idea of what roleplaying even is. Here’s Iskall85 on stream talking about his planned murder mystery game saying he hates roleplay because these scripted scenes don’t interest him but if there’s just a character he could embody, and pretend to be, without a script then he might enjoy that... Sir, acting out scripted scenes is called acting, what you describe is roleplay. Okay side not done)

So what they did on s5, they may not have called it roleplay but they wore vex heads and did voices and had a whirly transition to when the vex take them over, so I have a very easy time thinking of them as characters. And the friendship the players have happens to be the basis for how the characters act with each other. So I imagine characters Scar and Cub having this implicit respect, closeness and shared understanding. And clearly they like each other.

So let’s turn closeness to commitment to, if we want, devotion.

Why I make it romantic is simply because I like fictional romance and for me, the building blocks for friendship or romance are not much at all different. They’re repeatedly (business) partners, they live together, that’s enough for me. My own relationships have started from close friendships and I’d be hard pressed to explain what the “romance” component even is, so that surely colors my view.

Also. Minecraft men are known for flirting with each other and they do it too - but that is not the main draw for me. I don’t need that, though I enjoy it when it happens.

Also! All this talk about friendship doesn’t mean I’d mainly write them friends to lovers, or in a kind of relationship that I would want. I am a great enjoyer of the more messed up parts of their stories, Convex as villains, as corrupted, as possessed. Mutual respect and care can be twisted or taken to an unhealthy extreme. But the dynamic between them is what drew me to them and what keeps me enjoying them together.

You’ve slept in the drafts for months. Now go, my rant, roam the world. Be free!

#convex #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #i need to study so naturally i'm writing essays on tumblr

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toffeebrew · 14 hours

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Ink sans headcanons!

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything to be canon. Although, I tried to make sure it didn't conflict with canon for the most part.

Ink has something similar to a bag of holding tied to his belt. He picks up little trinkets in the aus he visits (something small, of course, like a flower!) It can hold an endless amount of objects. It also stands as as way of reminding him of where hes been and who he's met! he puts any gifts he gets there as well.

He has this weird ability that if you point at something he knows the exact hex code and color name it is. Why? Not even he knows, but it may be a creator giving him knowledge somehow thing.

For his paints? They all taste a little different. They taste like, something? But the exact flavor is so vague it's "hard for him to describe". If anything, they taste like a whole bunch of flavors at once. A little overwhelming to the palate. They all differ in sensation as well, fizzy, smooth, milky etc.

(more yapping under the cut)

Consistency wise, they both smell and have the thickness of acrylic paint. Specifically that kinda watery acrylic paint you can get for cheap at a store (like apple barrel).

Each of his vials has three dosages. One vial is like daily usage. But they can sometimes run out unevenly depending on how bad/good that day is (ex: on an extremely bad day, he has to take more of a positive emotions) so he had extra markings to "top off". Given there's no consistent time frame hes in, he just takes them whenever he wakes up. [ note: this particular headcanon was partially inspired by @/the-local-eldritch-microwave headcanon lol ↓]

He can actually last maybe about few days without his vials, but his emotions just become duller after 24-48 hrs. Taking a sharp decline after about 72 hrs. Their mobility and mental health declines with it as well, so he'd rather not wait for the decline to start! haha unless he got stuck in some situation where he had no choice!!! :D haha

He tried chugging all his vials at once for experimentation! He vomited everywhere. He'll not be attempting that again. Too much at once...

He has a reallllyyyy long scarf so he has enough room for all of his notes. It drags behind him and also dramatically blows behind him when there's a draft. It tracks stuff in it, due to its length. The bottom of his scarf is all colorful because of all the crap hes tracked in it! LOL

If he ever needed it, he'd add more fabric to the end for more notes. I guess eventually it would get cartoonishy long. At least, until it became completely impossible to manage.

On that topic, hes actually quite messy. Although, its more in a "organized chaos" sorta way. He knows where everything is, even if you don't. hes also MESSY not dirty very clear distinction!

In my mind the reason Ink would have a gap tooth in my version is when he was a "sketch" his teeth were more uh implied? So when he's born (how the hell would you word that? conceived? idk) he now has a permanent gap tooth.

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therabbitthatpostthings · 1 day

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I admittedly made Nanami a lot less mean than the original post intended. Idk, I just feel like he's better at hiding his emotions, the only person who truly riles him up is Gojo. I just can’t imagine him foaming at the mouth with jealousy in sorryyy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*

“You never get this dressed up for me.” Gojo dramatically sighed

“And yet, you look extra put together today.” You gestured to his half button silk shirt.

“No need to be jealous, not all of us can look this amazing.” He smirked

You swallowed your come back and turned back to checking your reflection in the passenger window. You took solace that at least Gojo’s ‘extraness’ offset your outfit. Then again, who could outshine Gojo Satoru?

“All this ‘cause your two boyfriends are showing up?” He chuckled

“Nanami finally agrees to come out with us! Can’t I be a little excited!”

“A little.” Gojo scoffed to himself.

Nanami wasn’t having much luck either. Punctual as ever, Nanami stood outside the bar in an off white shirt and slacks, his jacket hung over his arm. Like Gojo, he switched his regular eyewear for tinted glasses. He was already regretting spending his day off like this but couldn’t bring himself to not come. Even after Shoko and Utahime canceled, something pulled him to this outing. Being stuck with you flirting and Gojo non-drunk-drunk ramblings wasn’t exactly an ideal situation but, he couldn’t shake the idea of you being alone and possibly vulnerable with Hasegawa. Something still bothered him about it all. Everything fell too nicely into place. Yaga was very tight lipped about Hasegawa’s sudden inclusion, Nanami was beginning to think that he wasn’t told all the details either. All Yaga would say is that Hasegawa would be working in Tokyo until he had a “suitable” place in Kyoto. He never specified just what kind of work he would need to be so close to both schools but Nanami had a hunch.

He brushed the thoughts away as he heard a familiar voice call out to him. Hasegawa hurried over, “Big city life really isn’t for me.” He wore a black and brown button up over a white shirt. The short sleeves and black pants showed just how skinny he was compared to Nanami and Gojo. With his hair tied back he looked younger. Very different from the disheveled man he was imagining. “Am I late?”

“No, (L/N) and Gojo should be here soon.” Nanami answered plainly

“Fashionably late, that’s (Y/N) for you. They always like this- oh right, you don’t come drinking much do you?” He laughed awkwardly.

“I couldn’t find the time until today so, I wouldn’t know what (L/N) is like.” Nanami replied

“Oh, I guess you two aren’t that close.”

“We’ve drifted apart over the years but I considered them a friend back in highschool. They were my upperclassmen.”

“Ah! No way! That makes me older than you!” He smiled.

His ability to switch attitudes at the drop of a hat was impressive. Nanami was already at a bar he didn’t want to be at and was wasting his day off. The last thing he wanted to do was play mind games with this strange man.

(L/N), just what is your relationship with him?

You and Gojo, mercifully, arrived and stopped the conversation that quickly turned one-sided. You thanked Ijichi and hesitantly stepped out of the car. It was strange seeing you dressed up and outside your normal attire. Not even on the joint missions You and Nanami used to go on were you ever this casually dressed.

“Hope we didn’t keep you two waiting,” Gojo grinned, watching Nanami hold his gaze on you.

“No, I just got here.” Hasegawa replied. He stepped forward towards you, “(Y/N), you never fail to amaze me.”

“At least buy me something before you sweet talk me.” You jokingly rolled your eyes. You turned back to Nanami, “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“It was no problem.” Nanami stated. You two stood there for a moment before Gojo broke the silence and led everyone inside. Not even a single drink down and he already knew this would be an entertaining night.

* ✧ *

It was such a shame that Utahime and Shoko couldn’t make it. Gojo desperately needed someone to witness the minefield he was watching unfold. He could call Mei Mei but it would cost him more than anything she would order. Alas, he had to be entertained all alone. Nanami, suddenly very invested in the stories You and Hasegawa had to tell about the life you lived before coming back to Tokyo. Hasegawa, not at all subtly flirting with you and challenging Nanami. And You, unaware of it all.

Just when he thought this would be another night of complaining about work, he’s treated to a show.

“Excuse me,” You finished your drink and left for the restroom. With you gone, Hasegawa turned to the two men.

“What was (Y/N) like back then, weren’t they your senior?” He smiled nonchalantly.

“(Y/N) hasn’t changed much since then, they’re still the same.” Gojo replied.

“Ah, so still loud and fun.”

Gojo smiled, like a lightbulb went off in his head. “Yeah, they used to go around telling everyone they would marry Nanami one day.”

Nanami took a hard swallow of his drink glaring daggers at Gojo. Gojo returned the favor, peering over the rim of his glasses.

Hasegawa laughed, “That’s funny, (Y/N) barely mentioned you at all. It was so long ago though, you shouldn’t take it to heart.”

His fist clenched around the glass, “Funny. I could say the same for you.”

Before he could respond, Hasegawa got a phone call and excused himself outside.

Gojo whistled once he was out of earshot, “You really know how to welcome a guy to town.”

“Gojo, I wouldn’t advise you to be so casual around someone you just met.”

“Aww are you worried about me.” Gojo teased. “Or worried about, someone else?”

Though Nanami didn’t show it, Gojo knew he struck a nerve.

He continued, “You know, if a stranger is going to be around my students, I’d want to know about it.”

“And what do you know?”

“He was stationed in America a year out from graduating, that’s it.” Gojo said in a serious voice .

“That’s all you know?”

“That’s all I’ve heard.” It bothered Gojo that everyone seemed to know except him. Especially when it came to his student. Of course the higher ups wouldn’t make it so easy. They could risk it. Gojo can’t. For now though, Hasegawa wasn’t a threat to anyone. Well…

“I will worry about Yuuji, I’m his teacher. You should worry about your competition.”

“Competition?” Nanami scoffed.

Gojo smirked. “Isn’t that why you don’t like Hasegawa, Nanamin?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“If you're worried about (Y/N) changing their mind,don’t be. They are still utterly in love with you!”

“Like that’s what I would care about right now.” He was annoyed but the blush on his face betrayed him.

“You deny it?” Gojo smirked.

“We have more pressing issues to worry about.” Nanami stated.

“Right, so Hasegawa can steal (Y/N) away and it won’t bother you? I guess that’s a way to get rid of him.”

Nanami rolled his eyes, “(L/N) can do whatever they want, it’s not my concern.”

“What’s not your concern?” You asked, appearing behind them. Nanami almost choked on his drink.

“About how you were so worried Nanami wouldn’t like your hair-”

“Gojo!” You whined.

“What? Nanamin already knows you love him! Why hide it?”

“I’m not hiding it. Not everyone needs to know.”

“Really? A couple years ago you would have been screaming it from the rooftop. Have your feelings changed so much?” Gojo jokingly gasped.

“My feelings never changed, I will always want Nanami but at least I’m less pushy about it now.” You huffed sitting down, “Nanami, I want you to think of me as a friend, okay?”

“Right..” that was all he could muster.

* ✧ *

The cool nighttime air hit your face as you and Nanami huddled out the bar first. You placed your phone back in your pocket after hanging up with Ijichi. You and Nanami had a higher tolerance but it still concerned you for him to drive home or ride the train alone. Nanami thanked you, of course.

“I sobered up because I knew Ryo would get hammered.” You assured him.

“You two must have gone out a lot.”

“Yeah, but that was years ago,” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad you came tonight Nanami. I hope we can still hang out like this.”

“Yeah. Of course.” For once Nanami didn’t know how to speak to you. The air around you had shifted and it felt like you two were on the same plane of existence, finally. The distance he was worried about before suddenly became shorter. He saw you differently. A part of him thought it was ridiculous, come Monday morning you’d be back to your aggressive flirting. Was that really a bad thing though?

Gojo and Hasegawa came hurdling out the door before he could think any further. “(Y/N)-chan!!!!” Hasegawa cheered. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, “Take me home with you!”

“You’re too old to be acting like this.” You laughed. “I should get him to bed. See you guys later.”

“Get home safe.” Nanami called out. For a moment he saw Hasegawa look back and smirk at him. He’s drunk…

Gojo cleared his throat, “Lighten up, like you’d lose to someone like him.”

“Gojo, please do not make assumptions about people.”

“Oh that is rich coming from you!”

#no beta we die like men #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #kento nanami #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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space-robinhood · 1 year

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A puppet and its master, but to whom is which?

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #cc!tommy #cc!tommy fanart #arginnit #arginnit fanart #uncle nasty #uncle nasty fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #i know uncle nasty and arginnit have nothing to do with eachother #but you have no idea how much i NEED them to be tied

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spaceratprodigy · 14 days

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could i bother u for more thoughts on faith and max in a mock apple orchard 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

@gayafsatan — I would absolutely LOVE to brainstorm some fun ideas of them in a mock apple orchard!!

I've been replaying again so they've been rotating around in my mind a lot extra hard and was especially thinking about mock apple picking bc the botanical labs also has a lil orchard where you can pick mock apples up off the ground! But I'm currently in Roseway so oughhh.. ideas....

I want you now I am going to ramble a LOT so please bear with me I swearsies it'll be more fun if we get the full lore dump from my brain 😩💖💕

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👇 ROSEWAY THOUGHTS 👇

(I AM GOING TO TALK ABT ROSEWAY THOUGHTS AS A WHOLE AND THEN EASE INTO SOME SILLY MOCK APPLE ORCHARD IDEAS AT THE END OKAY. OKAY ILY THANK YOU).

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My thoughts are very chaotic and rambly so let me try to walk though my ideas lmao

Roseway is typically where I peg Faith's death wish arc happening, and to summarize what all that entails, it's when the mask slips and the weight of everything finally hits her in full force.

I always envision this story happening over a long period of time so a lot of time has passed since first arriving at Edgewater and the Groundbreaker.

Halcyon. Her situation. Her identity. The life Phineas threw her into abruptly and his expectations for her. Making split second moral decisions where no matter what someone is going to get hurt. Being so alien and alone, no one to understand her or believe in her predicament but having to be the mysterious competent captain regardless.

It finally gets to her. Bad. And she makes some self destructive decisions. She gets sloppy, careless, hoping someone else will end this nightmare for her. Until they almost do.

I am swiftly brushing past many details so we don't get too lost in the sauce. But Max went after her, found her collapsed and injured bad, carried her back to the ship for Ellie to do whatever she could, and then stayed by her side for as long as it took for her to wake up.

This is such a key moment for them getting closer. Because there was a lot of frustration and emotion and being forced to confront the possibility of feelings existing, but nothing they fully understand or are ready to acknowledge as such yet.

She tries to brush past the subject of what happened, deflecting everything until he raises his voice in a way he hasn't since she gave him the journal and she threatened he never talk like that to her again. And it was enough to break through her facade, for her to show just how utterly broken and vulnerable she is, and they have a proper fucking conversation about where she's at mentally. He still isn't ready for the truth about her life before. But it's a step forward.

There is a lot of patience and understanding and just. Yeah. A lot happens here. Some walls come down. There grows some room for them to become softer and closer over more time.

All of this is important because a short piece I had written a long time ago took place in this area roughly after this incident.

It was a personal outlet vent piece, I will be honest. When I wrote it it was after I had a very bad panic attack after an awful scare. And I wrote it into Faith because I just wanted to get some feelings from that experience out of my system.

The shortened version of that one is Faith recovering from a bad episode, trying to calm her breathing, waiting for her ears to stop ringing and for her vision to come back. Her legs gave out on her and she was sitting under the mock apple trees. Her voice locks up on her when she's seriously distressed. Yadda yadda yadda, Max had brought along his datapad so she could communicate anything important and she was incredibly confused because she knows he doesn't like using his datapad ever and then rendered even more speechless to know he brought it specifically for her in case something like this were to happen again. It ends with her just asking if he would keep talking to her, and they sit there under the mock apple trees for a while, in no particular rush to get anywhere.

And after this point, I think the mock apple orchards become a really peaceful, therapeutic spot for her when she just wants a moment to herself. Sits there, breathes, takes in the Roseway scenery and collects herself before jumping back into the horrors of Halcyon. Spends some time picking mock apples to take back to the ship.

I've been having a lot of ideas of her asking Max to go with her. I'm of the mind if she'd ask directly that he'd either decline, or at least pretend to be uninterested but she's the one who asked so he accepts the offer.

But I can see her being vague and just saying that she's heading out if he'd join her and she leads him to the orchards. By this point they're already often in each other's company, she indulges his interests often, letting him be the one who is finally listened to. But in general, they get along very well in conversation when it comes to a handful of similar interests and their personalities and attitudes bounce off of each other well.

(In my story anyway, since she spends an extended amount of time in Edgewater and the Vale, there was also a lot of time spent doing some early bonding with Max. So do with that info what you will. They're not likeee besties yet but they're much more than strangers by this point, ya'know? Just to get an idea of where their familiarity with each other is at and why there's enough respect and trust to some extent already existing. Not to mention how much time they had spent on the Groundbreaker).

They'd be having such a peaceful time away from the rest of the crew.

Oughhh hear me out, okay, Faith loves to bake. She doesn't even ask, she just makes Max hold her bag open while she starts collecting mock apples and after they finally head back to the ship she figures out how to make mock apple pie for the crew 😭 we already know Max doesn't care much for sweets (I wonder how sweet or tart a mock apple pie would be.. Faith girl what all Halcyon ingredients are you adding to that bad boy) but.. what if.... After everyone goes to bed...... He tries some anyway........ Because she made it..........

Most of what's bouncing around in my brain is them early on having wholesome bonding time in a spot just for the two of them. Just enjoying each other's company. Realizing they have genuine respect for each other, Faith feeling like she found a genuine friend who went to lengths further than anyone had in her entire life to make sure she survived. I am specifying Faith's feelings here intentionally. I write Max in a more complicated spot very blinded by his revenge scheme more or less unaware for a long while just how much the lines start blurring between his faith and his Faith. To put it succinctly. (Look I know I'm always drawing The Good Stuff™️ but in actuality their relationship is suchhhh a slow burn. They are not the most romantically inclined people lmao).

But also.. once she realizes she can talk to him when she needs to. I think coming back to this spot, off the ship, away from the crew, she just likes it there. She likes being there with him. She finds comfort in that spot.

OKAY BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE CUTE.... they should come back here.. post-scylla and post-gorgon...... Ya'know......... The first being when they establish not wanting to be apart and the second being when they want to make that partnership a permanent one......... ASKING HER IN THE MOCK APPLE ORCHARDS WOULDN'T THAT BE DARLING ough okay I need a minute my brain is going too fast to comprehend

My Roseway ideas aren't the most cleaned up I know BUT so many important bonding moments exist and oughhhh LOOSE IDEAS ARE STILL WORTH TALKING ABOUT OKAYYYYY

I just want them to go mock apple picking together and learn how to get smiles out of each other and not understand why it makes their chests hurt but they know they need to do it again

ACTUALLYYYYY post-scylla when he's much more mellowed out and they're the closest they've been I think would be so so nice. they'd be so much softer and he'd probably be so much more involved in wanting to enjoy silly lil activities with her.....

Currently imagining him reading out loud to her, all the conversations they'd have, maybe he brings his tossball cards to show her, maybe they bring one of the lil games, have a lil makeshift picnic....

Godddd the transition between just how much enthusiasm he shows spending time with her is enough to make me explode. Can you see my vision. The reluctance, to the hesitancy, to becoming absolutely inseparable.

I HAVE A LOT TO THINK ABOUT BUT I'M GETTING SLEEPY SO SENDING IT!!!!!!

Literally feel free to add on or share your own thoughts I'm begging you lmao I promise there is so much room for ideas to be fleshed out and better put together, I'm mostly just spitballing what all I think would be incredibly fun ideas to work with. Plus I'm kind of thinking across the timeline and how much their relationship would change between each visit. And how over time they would enjoy it more and more and make each visit more special than the last.

WAIT BEFORE I LOSE THE THOUGHT!! They make a stop RIGHT BEFORE HEADING TO SCYLLA TO GO TO THE HERMIT'S LODGE!! Oh that could hurt so good omgggg. Okay okay I need to stop now I NEED TO STOP.

#MY DEAR FRIEND I WROTE SO MUCH I APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME #I had a LOT of roseway thoughts I needed to get out of my system #that lead into why the mock apple orchards would be such a special spot they'd want to keep returning to 😭#my thoughts are all a mess tho I know I know I have a lot that's needs cleaning up and better fleshed out #but hey! what's the point of having ideas if you can't talk about them no matter what stage of development they're at!!#enjoy my long winded roseway ramble #I really do think the orchards would make such a lovely spot to just be alone and bond #not that it was ever their intention. it certainly wasn't supposed to happen he'd think.#yet there he is. unable to deny her invitation and realizing all too late how many details about her he has committed to memory #always so collected and calculated. never stumbling on his words. always knowing just what to say.#until it comes to her. until she days his name. until her voice like a siren song has his tongue tied in knots.#'vicar max if you prefer brevity' he tells her. yet maximillian she'll call him. letting his name linger on her lips for as long as possible #I think I need to go lay down #faith and max #my writing #long post #says*

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