#Explaining them at the moment. Also if I messed up some history sorry. Also a lot of ideas for their relationship I didnt even mention haha

[estbela]

Me thinking about the fact that during the 19th and 20th centuries there were several proposals to unify romania and bulgaria, mostly made by bulgarians: alrighty, now how can I make this angsty

#Just talking recreationally #Hetalia #Bulgaria #Romania #Aph #Hws #Yeah im feeling brave today and maintagging my random thoughts XD #Ro/bul is like my main ship when im looking for angst and shit. The opportunities are endless #I like that they werent always allies yknow? #Ill be honest I also like unrequited/one-sided ro/bul(at first) with bul being in love. Like head over heels for Ro #While romania seemingly is not. #And like. In my hc romania has commitment issues and trust issues(i will elaborate on this one day haha) in general so like. #He might care about bulgaria somewhat(and might even love him?) but the proposals for an union kinda Scare him. #And even if they were allowed to unite. He has so many fears about that. Most of them boil down to: #“What if we are incompatible. What if we ruin our friendship. What if it ends badly.” #I mean. They last time they were sorta united was during the second(and maybe first?? Idk at the moment) bulgarian empire. #And they didnt always get along even then. Etc etc #Im tired atm so sorry if some of these dont make sense. My hcs and ideas are actually a bit more complex but I dont feel like really #Explaining them at the moment. Also if I messed up some history sorry. Also a lot of ideas for their relationship I didnt even mention haha #Do people even read the tags

[bi-bard]

I Polish Up Real Nice - Kelly Severide Imagine (Chicago Fire)

Title: I Polish Up Real Nice

Pairing: Kelly Severide X Reader

Based On: Bejeweled

Word Count: 1,479 words

Warning(s): mention of unhealthy relationship

Summary: After Kelly messes up what he and (Y/n) had, he sees (Y/n) seemingly thrive on their own.

Author's Note: This is such a good song.

Also, I feel like I am so mean to Kelly and I'm sorry. He just fits a lot of these kinds of stories. I'll write something cute for him soon, I promise.

MIDNIGHTS - TAYLOR SWIFT WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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My first memory of that night was getting pulled into a hug as soon as I walked into the bar.

It was Sylvie, who had been texting me every time she went out to join them.

I hugged her back, chuckling a bit at her excitement.

I had been ignoring her.

I had been ignoring most people outside of work.

It was a natural part of the last few weeks I had gone through.

"I missed you," she mumbled into my ear before stepping back. "You look amazing."

"Thanks," I replied, looking down at myself for a moment.

It had been a while since I had worn the outfit that I wore that night. I liked it. It made me feel confident and happy. It was a feeling that I deserved... even though I had to actively work to convince myself of that fact.

"I'm sorry for not joining you sooner," I explained.

"No, no, it's fine," she promised. "I was just getting worried about you."

I hugged her again before letting her drag me to the bar.

I personally believe that we all deserve a Sylvie. The golden retriever that is incredibly protective and supportive. We all deserved that love and support from someone. It would suit us all well if we all took on that role for another person.

I hopped up on the bar stool.

It was a good night... for the most part.

I got to see plenty of people that I hadn't seen in a long time. It was nice to be back with them all. I had spent so much time running from work to home and then back to work that I had lost sight of the joy of being connected to my friends during times that weren't emergencies.

There was a lull in the conversation.

It was met with someone placing themself in the seat on the other side of me. Sylvie grinned at me before standing up and walking to one of the tables. I turned around and saw Jay Halstead sitting next to me.

I didn't know him super well. We had mostly seen each other in passing. He'd be at the E.D with a victim or suspect or just to talk to his brother while I was going about my work. The environment was usually too fast to give me time to stop and make small talk with him.

But now, I had the time and will to make that effort.

"Hey," I said. "Nice to see you, Jay."

"You too," he replied. "It's strange to not see you running around from room to room."

I chuckled. "Yeah... been a long time since I went out."

"I hope I don't make you regret the choice."

"I doubt it," I shrugged. "May make it worth the time."

He chuckled this time.

The conversation was nice. Natural. It had been a long time since I had so naturally fallen into a conversation with someone that I hadn't known for an extended period of time.

And then, I just felt uncomfortable.

Something washed over me like a wave.

There's this feeling when you're being stared at. It's almost like a tickle. Something just felt off, even if you couldn't see it.

I turned my head, pretending to scratch my eye as I looked over.

I managed to catch Kelly's eyes on me as I did so.

I almost groaned.

Kelly and I had a history.

He was the reason that I hadn't wanted to go out. I didn't want to see him again. I didn't want to deal with him.

Our relationship was messy. Messy and private.

I didn't mind a private relationship. I did mind Kelly's definition of a private relationship. When I pushed for more, he made me feel guilty for trying. It was all just... too much.

I felt like a secret.

He was free to talk to and flirt with whomever he wanted to. However, if he ever thought I did the same, he'd find some way to make me feel guilty.

I wanted to believe none of it was intentional. That he just didn't know better. But that doesn't make it better. That didn't mean I had to sit there in it.

So, I didn't.

I called the whole thing off.

Adjusting back to being myself was rough. I hadn't even realized how much I had changed. That's what I was trying to do by focusing on work and then going straight home. I was trying to go back to who I was before.

But here he was, already making me feel like my confidence for the night shouldn't be on display for everyone else. Just him.

I turned back to Jay a moment after I looked away.

I must've tensed a little too much. He noticed something.

"You okay," he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by the question. "You just seem uneasy."

"I'm fine," I waved it off. "Please, keep telling your story. Sorry."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," I promised.

He grinned at me and nodded. He found his way back to the story had been telling me. Something about his brother. I made a note to make fun of Will at work later using the information I was being given.

We had been talking for another few minutes before I felt a hand on my upper arm.

I looked over to see Kelly right next to me.

"Can we talk," he asked like I wasn't in the middle of a conversation.

I looked over at Jay for a moment. "Just a minute. I'll be right back, I promise."

Jay nodded. "I'll be here."

I grinned at him.

I stood up and followed Kelly outside. I knew that I needed to handle this now. Firm line in the sand. I needed to put up a boundary... which was nerve-wracking but necessary.

"What do you want," I asked.

"What's going on there?" he replied.

"I'm having a conversation with a person at a bar," I shrugged. "Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you."

"I'm sure," I nodded. "But good news, you and I aren't a thing anymore, meaning that you don't have to supervise my conversations. I'm an adult, Kelly."

He sighed, looking down.

"I... I don't want you to be involved in my life, Kelly. I'm sorry but I don't. You may not realize it completely, but I... I wasn't happy with you. Not the way we were. So, we're done. I would appreciate it if you would try to maintain your distance outside of work-related circumstances."

"What are you talking about?"

There it was.

That fear that he truly was unaware of what he had been doing. I thought he would have had some kind of wake-up call. I was wrong.

"I tried everything just to get you to see me as more than... whatever you thought I was," I explained. "I... I wasted so much time giving all of myself just for you to dismiss me in the morning after you got your fix."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, you're being a bit dramatic-"

"Gifts and date plans and birthdays and new clothes to impress and... let's face it, we had different intentions when it came to this relationship, Kelly," I shrugged at him. "I'm not gonna stay in a relationship where the effort I put in isn't appreciated or reciprocated."

"So, what?" he said. "You're just gonna go hook up with Jay? A couple of weeks is what it took for you to be ready to jump into bed with someone?"

"I was gonna be mature about this," I muttered. I took a deep breath and offered him a sickeningly sweet smile. "Some of us can be friendly without the intention of getting into someone's pants. I know that's a new concept for you."

"He doesn't see it that way."

"And I can handle that," I nodded. "Be sure he takes me to dinner first."

Kelly's jaw just clenched.

"Have a good night, Kelly," I waved before walking back inside.

Jay was still sitting at the bar, awkwardly tapping his fingers against the side of his glass.

"Hey, sorry about that," I said as I sat next to him again.

"Everything okay," he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "All taken care of."

Jay just nodded.

"You were telling me a story," I motioned for him to keep talking, wanting to get back into the conversation.

"Right, yeah..."

If Kelly came into the bar after that, I didn't see him.

I felt like a weight rolled off my shoulders as I had walked back inside that night. I felt more freedom. It was easier to breathe and smile and talk without focusing on every piece of my relationship with Kelly. I only had to focus on myself.

And I have to say... focusing on myself felt really, really good.

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[99problemsandallofthemarefandoms]

Ok, I'm pretty sure I've read one before where Joey joins Kaiba's security team in two different fics but, I got another one.

It starts with a future scene of Kaiba and Joey older and its them probs arguing about something while hanging out with the Yugi gang. The Yugi gang question's how Joey ended up as head of KC security when they are still going at it like they are.

Time jump to maybe a year or two after highschool graduation. Tea goes to America, Yugi having had enough excitement for one life has taken over more of his gandpa's store responsibilities (which is doing really good with the King of Games manning the store lol), Tristan and Bakura made it into some collage, Duke is running his game company while Joey jumped into the work force with some duel tournaments on the side. He is doing pretty well for himself after escaping his father's house and living on his own. Nothing extravagant but he is much happier living now instead of just trying to survive.

He is probably the one who sees Kaiba the most as he does receive (obligatory) invites to Kaiba duel tournaments held each season that Kaiba attends not to duel but its a KC duel tournament he has to appear at least once or twice.

Yugi gang probably has a group chat that also includes Mokuba so everyone is still keeping in touch and try to meet when they can during holiday or school breaks. Joey often visits Yugi's shop on the way to work or on days off. He sometimes hops a train to bother Tristan at school or with Yugi to surprise Bakura when he starts to stress about finals.

Something big happens at Kaiba Corp. security is bribed, something gets stolen, leaked, Mokuba gets kidnapped again but Kaiba is not happy. He is now on the hunt for a more reliable security and is viscous cause this will not happen again.

Skip to a KC tournament. Joey managed to get Yugi into this one. Mokuba shows up in disguise is even joining in cause he was bored. They are all messing around talking about decks when Kaiba comes to collect his brother. Again something happens. Someone tries to attack the Kaibas or steal something and Joey steps in. Joey of course has his gang history and has been working heavy lifting jobs so is pretty tough and takes down the person just as security comes trotting. Kaiba has had it with them at this point. The only one who is saved from being fired was his personal guard/assistant (sorry don't remember how to spell his name).

Everything gets settled. Joey maybe returns what is stolen or turns the person over to the cops. Tournament goes off without any further interruptions.

Later Kaiba is contemplating about is predicament. He needs someone reasonably competent, strong, with enough guts to fight someone if need be, and above all else loyal. TV somewhere is running the duel news about the KC tournament and shows a clip of Joey during one of his duels. *lightbulb*

Within a week Kaiba is knocking on Joey's door with a contract in hand all necessary paper work to hire Joey as a security guard at KC. Joey refuses till Kaiba explains why he is trying to hire him. Its like pulling teeth but Kaiba eventually explains his recent predicaments with his current security and needs someone who he can *sigh* trust to work for him. Joey would be Kaiba's sort of inside man on his security team as an added bonus Joey is also super social so he can figure out who is slacking on the security team. (This is not temporary contract just to wheedle out slackers he is try to hire Joey outright for security. Especially since he doesn't need to do a background check or anything since he knows Joey. Yes joey was in a gang but that's a plus cause it means he can fight with little extra training and he can get him working sooner.)

Joey is fine where he is at the moment and doesn't really need the money but, he has seen the recent drama around KC. He hates it but, as much as Kaiba brushes them off the Yugi gang are the closes people this this guy has to friends. This is basically Kaiba's way of asking for help with this matter and the main reason Kaiba wants to hire him gets Joey to sign the contract. Kaiba may not be his best friend but it was close enough that Joey couldn't bring himself to turn the guy down when he was asking for help. Not that he would call Kaiba out since the contract was pretty generous.

He probably sent Kaiba home for the day and talked to Yugi about it. Yugi said the same thing his conscious told him but says not to take the job if he really does not want to.

Joey ends up taking the job.

Insert inner cooperate espionage, paparazzi, saving lives and forced communication that eventually leads to dating.

Cuts back to present day of Kaiba and Joey still with the Yugi gang having told only about the first half of the story to their audience. Joey probably cuts it short with somethin like "Then I had to save this nerd's life a couple of times and he decide he couldn't live without me." Kaiba gives him a side eye at the slight over embellishment but denies nothing about the statement.

The gang laugh. Good joke....It was a joke right........!!!!!!!!!!

Kaiba and Joey are unbothered by their friend's outburst and talk about the relationship as if they were talking about the weather. They probs are eating out somewhere. Joey and Kaiba interrupt the outburst by getting into super domestic bickering as Kaiba complains about his order not being right or something.

"oh god how did we not notice they bicker like an old married couple."

Somehow the gang only just realize the two are in fact wearing matching rings. (It was a Vegas drunk night wedding after a really good business deal party so that's why no wedding party) Nothing changed other than they both wear their rings all the time. Joey often ears his on a chain while at work and Kaiba likes that it keeps a few of the girls from trying to flirt with him at dinner parties and events.

Joey still has an apartment he owns. Its closer to KC now and nicer than the one he got after high school. Partially because Kaiba was picky. Joey owns the apartment while Kaiba still has his manor. A good bit of the manor has been renovated to be more of a lab with some living spaces for large gatherings or guests. They usually stay together but they like their separate spaces from time to time. Kaiba when he is working on a project while Joey wants to invite his friends over or to be angy alone till they can't sleep alone then kiss and make up though this happens less as they mellowed out in their older age.

Gang realizes Kaiba was early to Joey's birthday party not because it was close to work but because he had been sleeping there the night before.

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #joukai #fic idea #fic ideas to inspire writers with #why do i do this #gets way to involved with ideas but never writes them

[look-at-the-soul]

Behind the scenes- Anthropoid

Cillian Murphy x reader

Summary: Cillian goes to a shooting camp to learn to use the weapons he will need as part of his role for the movie Anthropoid as Josef Gabcík, finding more than just a lesson.

So, I got this request wrong and for some reason my mind could only picture the idea of Cillian preparing for his role in the film Anthropoid (because I loved the movie), but when I re-read the request I realized it was meant to be for another character-sorry to whoever requested, my covid consequences messed up my mind… I’m going to be working the original idea and turn this into a mini series (?) for different roles and different circumstances. 😊

And the most important thing is, I’m writing this for myself not worrying or caring for the outcome anymore, not looking at the numbers or interaction just like I did when I started posting, writing it because I simply enjoy it, anything else is a bonus 🍀

Cillian looked outside the window as the vehicle drove through a desert part of the city, the script on his lap. It was a fascinating character, a man with a strong view, determination and a bravery he thought was admirable.

Jamie was sleeping in the seat next to him in the van, they were going to a ranch outside the city for a shooting lesson. Even though the weapons they would use in the film aren’t real, they needed to get familiar with the way to position the gun, how to prepare it, hold it…

It was the finest details that made him fall in love with the character.

After driving for a little over an hour, the finally arrived to the ranch, it was a huge property surrounded by trees and that was pretty much all.

Poking Jamie with his elbow, Cillian collected his belongings to come down from the truck, his characteristic Ray Bans perched on his nose as the sun was at his highest point.

The administrator welcomed them and shared a brief introduction to the history of the ranch.

“This is Y/N she’s the manager of the activity and will guide you through this lesson… please don’t make her mad, remember she’s an expert in weapons.” He joked in the end earning the chuckles of both Jamie and Cillian.

“Thank you for the sweet introduction, now they’ll be terrified of me.” Y/N joked shaking hands with both, Jamie and Cillian, who took off his sunglasses to look at her without barriers.

“Nice to meet you.” He told her, holding her hand for a little longer than necessary.

“Shall we start the practice already?” The administrador encouraged the group.

“You’ve probably been to lessons like this before, but I don’t like to assume anything so, the first rule is always hold the muzzle of your weapon towards the floor, but don’t point at your feet, you’d be surprised to hear the horror stories we’ve seen by the recklessness of people.”

Y/N gave each a weapon.

“Treat your weapon with respect, there’s no need to fear these as long as you know how to use it properly, this is not a toy… and like I what I always say in these moments, the first to point jokingly at anyone will be requested to leave, no excuses I don’t care who you are or what movie you’re doing, repeat after me; weapons aren’t toys.” Y/N meant it seriously Cillian realized, his eyes were fixed on her as she paced slowly behind the table.

“You can thank Y/N for preventing me for shooting you.” Jamie whispered into Cillian’s ear, making him chuckle.

“Now, let’s get you started.” Y/N indicated to the group showing them how to hold the gun while loading it carefully, correcting their postures in the process and explaining the ammunitions they were using for each type of firearm. They were practicing with the real kind of weapons they’d use in the movie, so they could be familiar with the weight and shape.

He had to admit he was mesmerized not only by her delicate features, but also the power she exuded, she totally dominated the field and was willing to share what she knew to prepare them for the role.

After spending some good time learning how to load and unload properly each weapon, they finally moved to the open field where meters away they set up the targets they’d be shooting.

Cillian stayed back, watching Y/N interact with the group, she was the only woman around but it was amazing to see her move and talk with such ease and power, the amount of knowledge she owned about it was impressive, she showed them the correct distance they should keep between their legs, arms stretched.

“You’re not paying attention and she’s going to get you kicked out, stop staring at her arse man.” Jamie smacked the back of Cillian’s head playfully before standing next to Y/N.

“So… Miss, can I call you Miss? ‘Cause you’re kind of a weapon teacher.” Jamie asked in his usual charming persona, wondering if he was holding the weapon properly.

“Yes, exactly like that.” She put her gun inside her holster and gave a few instructions to him.

As Y/N moved back to her spot, she took her gun back while Jaime pointed his to the ground. She extended her arms, flexing then one of her elbows slightly bringing the gun at eye level and released her first shot, hitting the target right in the forehead. Jamie looked back at Cillian, biting his lips and throwing his friend a knowing and naughty look.

“I bet your boyfriend has sleeping problems knowing you shoot that well.”

Y/N laughed freely and answered she had no boyfriend.

“My friend here is a bit clumsy with the guns but he’s good with his hands.” Jamie teased, making Cillian feel embarrassed.

“You sound so sure of that last part, speaking for personal references?” Y/N teased back, making both actors laugh out loud.

“Checkmate.” Cillian winked at her.

“Busted.” Jamie answered defeated. “I was just trying to make him a favor.”

“Don’t… just please don’t, mate really you only make it worse.” Cillian chuckled, feeling awkward.

Jamie touched his heart, head hanging lose dragging his feet to a fence nearby letting them know he’d take a break. “Just want you to know that hurt, Cillian!”

“Is he always that dramatic?” Y/N asked with a sparkle in her eyes, positioning behind Cillian.

“And we’re just about to start filming, I’ll deal with that for three fucking months.”

That made Y/N laugh, like a genuine deep laugh, making Cillian look at her, a lovely blush covering her cheeks. Jamie gave him the thumbs up.

“Cillian stop flirting with the shooting Miss! You came here to practice!” Jamie shouted blatantly. “He’s single too, by the way!”

“He sounds so retarded, sorry he’s a jerk sometimes.” Cillian shook his head.

“The extrovert and the introvert, I assume?”

“Does it really shows that much?”

“Stop whispering naughty things and start the fire!”

After laughing some more, Cillian released the security button of his weapon, he brought it up, close to his nose to focus on his target. Y/N touched his arm to adjust the angle between his elbow and his body.

Trying not to gasp at his muscles as he was in position.

“Keep that hand where I can see it, Miss!”

Cillian and Y/N bursted into laughs at how annoying Jamie was.

“Keep him off the sugar next time.” Y/N proposed.

“Oh, mate that sounds like a naughty proposition, take it before she regrets it!”

Cillian rolled his eyes.

“What’s the movie about if I can ask?” Y/N gave him the go to shot.

Focusing in the target before him, he fired according to the instructions he got previously, hitting pretty close to the center.

“Nice shot!” Y/N praised giving him a high five.

“Alright Cillian that was rookie’s luck.” Jamie demanded shooting next, taking Cillian’s spot and assuring Y/N he didn’t need guidance, so the two of them walked to lean on the fence.

“It’s about a secret group trying to carry out a plan of assassination of the n*zi head who planned the genocide of Jews during the World War II, over 5,000 Czechs and Slovaks were executed.”

Y/N looked away, blinking away the discomfort.

“I know the story… my great-grandfather was part of that group. He was killed not knowing he was going to be a father.”

Cillian swallowed hard.

“Sorry… I-I didn’t know Y/N.”

“I did my shot wrong on purpose, didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Y/N. You’re welcome.” Jamie approached them breaking the tension. “I saw some food on our way in, I’ll just go and grab something.”

Y/N seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.

“The script is beautifully written, the director spent years going through every single detail. I wish you could come one day to set and see everything, they built a replica of the church, it’s mind blowing.” Cillian explained with excitement, he shouldn’t be talking about the project, but he was sure Y/N wouldn’t reveal what he just shared.

“I’d love to visit the set, never been to one before.” She couldn’t even start to imagine how a set would look. “Would you like to go inside and have some lunch?”

Cillian nodded and followed inside the big property, it was located at the beginning of the land and they’d be staying for a couple of days to practice with the weapons.

Taking a seat at the large table, Cillian was surprised to see how much respect Y/N imposed without even asking for it, she supervised the food that was served and someone approached her to explain a problem which she was quickly taking care of.

“Did you at least get her phone yet?” Jamie asked under his breath, making sure no one else could hear.

“Stop it.”

Jamie hit him on the chest. “Those eyes and you know nothing of how to flirt? Please don’t tell me you’ve been talking to her with that resting bitch face?”

“What?!” Cillian squinted his eyes.

Jamie raised his eyebrows. “You know what? Forget it, you really suck at this… But I’m a nice friend, she’s an interior designer but decided to take a chance at the family business, they rent the place for police and soldiers training and also for the private sector…”

“You said family?” He wasn’t sure of believing Jamie sometimes.

“She’s the owner of the place, I swear and she takes care personally of every visitor. What are you waiting for? She’s smart, kind, laughs a lot, good-looking, are you blind or what?”

“Sorry about that, would you like to have some rest and resume the practice later?” Y/N joined them once more.

Jamie looked at Cillian, encouraging him to step over.

“Jamie just told me he wants to have some rest, so why don’t we keep practicing?” Even before Cillian finished talking, Jamie stood up and yawned excusing himself, the silent hurra he did before leaving didn’t go unnoticed by his co-star.

“Is the movie being filmed entirely in Prague?” Y/N asked him while Cillian took his headphones for safety before shooting.

“Yes, some will be at the location and other scenes at the set.”

“It must be amazing.” Y/N admitted, watching him get in position.

With each shot, Cillian; got better and better, taking the opportunity to know more about Y/N, and she learned all about how he landed the role and how excited he was about the film, he talked about his passion for theater and music and how much he was loving the city, making her feel in awe by how humble and kind he was despite his profession, they talked a lot until the sun painted the sky in a beautiful pink and oranges tones, making them return to the house, after a small dinner, Cillian thanked her for the lesson and wished her good night while she stayed at her office checking some papers.

The following morning, Cillian was surprised to find Y/N already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“You had a good night?”

Cillian nodded with a smile, “slept like a baby, with the window open the air is so fresh here.”

“It’s so relaxing, I barely go to the city anymore.”

Not long after that, Jamie joined them ready for the second day of practice, which of course involved more teasing from his part for hours, he particularly enjoyed revealing embarrassing things about Cillian.

They kept practicing some more during the day, enjoying the amazing weather they got.

Every minute that passed, made Cillian feel more comfortable around Y/N, she kept asking questions about the film and in return, he asked her about what she knew about her great-grandfather and bits of information she shared fascinated him, he loved to hear the stories that jumped from one generation to the next one, her great-grandmother had to escape the city out of fear, she changed her name and entered another country illegally. For years they kept a low profile, even after so many years they still whispered when they talked about it. Until one day, she found the hidden letters in the darkest corner of a drawer and started asking questions about her great-grandfather.

As they were in their own little bubble, Jamie kept practicing with the help of someone else, smirking at how much into each other they were, totally in sync.

“So, hmm… if you’re ever in town, let me know.” Cillian said in a lo voice walking next to Y/N back into the house, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

“I‘ll, I promise.”

“Why does it sounds like you won’t?” He chuckled nervously.

Y/N stopped at the front door to look at Cillian, a sad smile on her features.

“Because you’ll be busy with the movie and your lifestyle is totally different to this…”

Cillian stepped closer, taking in the way the wind moved her hair and the moonlight decorated her face.

“That doesn’t mean this can’t work…” He let his hand touch her check softly, he watched her eyes close for an instant, as if she was trying to hold back the tears.

In a matter of days they clicked, endless talks allowed them to learn more about the other, he made her laugh a lot and who were they trying to fool? The chemistry between was amazing.

Letting go of his shyness, he leant down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Y/N answered by not only responding to it, but also linking her hands behind his neck. Cillian moved his down to her hips, to keep her closer.

Y/N felt in heaven as Cillian’s lips moved against hers tentatively at first, then more hungrily.

It was hard to let go, as their mouths and bodies found the perfect fit together, both of them trying to get their heartbeats back to normal.

She ran her fingers through the longer parts of his hair, getting lost in the depths of his crystal eyes for a few moments, then motioned Cillian to follow her. “I’ve something you might appreciate.”

She opened the door to her office and retrieved a vintage travel bag from a drawer, placing it in front of Cillian.

Opening the box, his heart skipped a beat as he found a bunch of letters inside.

Y/N was encouraging him to take the letters, but he needed a minute to process this piece of information, his fingers lingered at the edge.

After all these years, Y/N kept the love letters between her great-grandparents as her most important possession.

The content of this box was invaluable.

There were no words that could possibly describe what he was feeling, there was no way he could make sense at all after watching the calligraphy at the envelopes and the damaged corners as the passage of time became evident.

“I’m speechless.” Cillian looked once more at Y/N feeling emotional to be able to take a look at something so personal, so intimate.

So he kissed Y/N again, thanking internally for the things they had to go through in order to meet under such extraordinary circumstances.

Wrapping a blanket around their shoulders, they sat at the porch to read the correspondence together.

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#that’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy imagine #cillian murphy fan fiction #Cillian Murphy x Josef #Josef Gabcik #anthropoid imagine #cillianmurphy #Cillian Murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you

[shima-draws]

Saw your tags and omg HARD AGREE. Dragon Cry is SO bad nfkanmdsa

ME AND YOU SHAKING HANDS

Actually yes thanks for giving me the excuse to rant. Hold on. I'm typing furiously rn.

-Okay first of all they gave us the most ridiculously confusing plot I've ever seen. The twist with Sonya being Animus was kinda cool but they never really. Explained why she had a bond with him? She mentioned he used to be kindhearted at some point but we never see that literally ever at any point in the movie?

-The storyline is so all over the place it's a HOT mess. Especially the scene right after Natsu escapes the weird bird cage thing he runs off to find the others and suddenly they're all there? For some reason? Where did they come from. Why didn't they have a little reuniting scene. I literally rewound the movie to make sure I didn't accidentally skip a scene but nope they just made the most awkward cut/story progression in history I guess!!!

-The fanservice was so. SO bad. Like yeah the majority of the time I can at least tolerate it but this time it just made me extremely uncomfortable. Why are Erza and Lucy's boobs SO fucking large. Why did they have to make Lucy dance in like two strips of cloth. I thought I woke up in an alternate universe where Fairy Tail was a hentai. I genuinely wanted to vomit lmao

-The animation style really threw me off like I can tell it was either animated by a different studio or they wanted to try a different art style for the movie? But it just felt wrong and the proportions and faces were weird and. Yeah idk.

-What was up with the Three Stars?? Iirc we never got to learn their names or what their motivations were they were literally just. There. And they were built up to be these super powerful wizards only to get their asses kicked by FT like two scenes later. I get that being a movie obviously the fights had to be shortened but they literally did the same thing in Phoenix Priestess but WAY better. They really were like yeah uh we need some enemies for Team Natsu to fight let's just go with these guys and not give them any personality or backstory or motivations. (Except for the doll dad he was okay I guess)

-WHY WAS LEVY THERE. LITERALLY. ACTUALLY. She literally did nothing she served NO purpose in the movie she was just there?? Did they just want to shove in as many cameos as possible??? I know generally Levy isn't much of a fighter which is fine, I was kinda expecting them to do a Gajevy scene where Gajeel rescues her from some soldiers or smth which would have been fine but they didn't even do that. She literally just stood there and had like 2 voice lines. GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING

-SPEAKING OF CAMEOS this is more personal beef than anything but man WHYYY wasn't Loke in the movie,, my boy my beloved my stupid idiot lion I'm so mad he wasn't even onscreen for like, 5 seconds

-I'm sorry but Juvia was so unhinged this movie her possessive/stalker behavior over Gray was actually super fucking creepy lmao

-What did they do to Happy. What the FUCK did they do to Happy

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S GOT ANXIETY

-ALSO the scene where Happy and Lucy were crying over Natsu and we got tons of flashbacks from his POV of people who are important to him? WHY THE FUCK WASN'T HAPPY THERE?? They literally showed everyone from Fairy Tail precious to Natsu except Happy and I'm just sitting here like. HELLO?? You are SO wrong for that

-I will say I DID enjoy the little Nalu teasers we got especially the scene where Natsu showed Lucy the stars 🤧

But yeah I was here for this and this only:

The Nalu + Happy family bonding moments made it OKAY

Anyway sorry rant over. Dragon Cry bad. Natsu's brief moment of looking half dragon was a super sexy character design choice but the buildup is not worth it imo

#God damn it I just *clenches fists* hate Fairy Tail. That's a lie I love Fairy Tail. #Which is why I'm so mad this movie did it dirty #Shima answers questions #Phoenix Priestess was so good especially in comparison to this...... #Ughhh this movie could have been FANTASTIC if they'd actually written it better #Anyway it wasn't AWFUL it was standard as far as anime films go. But I definitely wouldn't recommend #And I'm definitely not going to watch it a second time lmao #Long post #SORRY IDK WHAT TO TAG THIS. ASK TO TAG. I don't want to put my negative ramblings in the tags #Negative #I GUESS?? IDK #Fairy Tail #FT #Nalu #Fairy Tail Dragon Cry

[chloeillustrates16]

No Door Nor Wall

Summary: Eddie and you met in a very strange way.

Warnings: Long AF I'm sorry, lack of Y/N use, fluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

The music room was your safe haven; especially, when it came to a particular stranger behind the middle door of the private room. You remembered the day that you met the stranger, you ran into the music room, upset, because of a few people.

You sat down on the floor, your back pressed against the wooden door. Then a voice asked, "Why are you crying?" you stopped in surprise. "Is someone there?"

"Obviously," the voice deadpanned.

"Wait, I thought everyone was at lunch," you asked confused.

"So did I," a guitar picked up. It was a soft acoustic guitar, "Which is why I'm in a practice room."

"You eat lunch in a practice room?"

"No, I practice, in the practice room. It's a part of the music room, you know?" he voiced with annoyance. He paused, "So, what's wrong?"

"It's a long story..."

Like that, it was history. It wasn't long before those people stopped messing with you. Which, honestly, you weren't expecting.

You made your way down the halls of Hawkins High, and paused, the guy, haven't been coming around as much anymore. You were excited when you heard the soft guitar behind that third door.

"Hey stranger," you voiced.

"Hey," he greeted, you could hear a smile in his voice.

"It's been a while since we last talked; where have you been?"

"Sorry, I've been a little busy," you paused.

"Sorry, that sounded rude."

"No, it didn't. I should be saying sorry for not explaining myself. I've been busy with a few friends of mine; they get into some trouble recently."

"Yeah, are they okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine, just a little scuffle, nothing too major." You sat down, as he started to play again.

"Why haven't you told who you are? We've known each other for weeks," you pointed out.

"It's better if you don't know who I am."

"Why?"

"Look, just know if you're seen with me outside of this room, you might be heavily judged."

"I don't care, you're my friend. Hell, I don't even know your name. Can I at least get that?"

"My friends call me Eddie," you thought for a moment.

"Why exactly would I be judged if people saw me with you?"

"Cause, I'm not the best person. I have a reputation, people around me will also be judged because of my reputation; I don't want that for you." The bell rung, cutting them off from their conversation. "You should get to class."

"What about you?"

"I'll be out in a minute," he explained.

"Okay, I'll...talk to you later," you stood and walked out of the room.

Eddie sighed, pressing his head against the wall. What the hell was he getting into? You're Y/n, one the nicest girls he's ever seen, and yet, here he was, talking to you for WEEKS and you haven't even seen his face. If he was being honest with himself, he'd say that he was scared, scared of your rejection of him. He didn't want that; this long friendship would become nothing in a matter of seconds.

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Eddie was sitting at the lunch table, where he usually did, front in center. For once, he didn't feel like wanting to be the center of attention. He sat back, really quiet, the entire lunch. Dustin, Mike, Jeff, and Gareth were talking.

Y/n walked by Eddie stopped and stared as you walked past; you were talking to one of your friends.

"Eddie?" He snapped out of it. He turned his attention towards Dustin, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You've been really quiet," he pointed out. The others turned to look at him with the same worry that was on Dustin's face.

Eddie stood abruptly, startling some of the Hellfire members and walked out of the cafeteria. He retreated into the hallway, "He's been like this all week," Gerth explained.

"What's wrong with him?" Mike asked.

"I honestly don't know."

Eddie's heart was pounding in his ears as he entered the music room. Eddie really needed you right now. There was a knock on the door, "Hey, you in there?"

"Yeah," he said with a shaky voice.

"I didn't hear you play so, I thought that maybe you weren't in the practice room."

"Hey, um...I know I said that maybe it would be better if you didn't know who I am."

"Yeah?" your voice was so soft.

"Promise me, you won't judge me."

"Why would I judge you? We've been talking for so long, I doubt I wouldn't want to talk to you after seeing what you look like," you argue.

Eddie swallowed thickly, "Please."

"I promise."

You moved away from the door; you waited nervously as the door slowly opened. Eddie stared down at you, his heart racing.

Your eyes widened in shock; you've heard of Eddie Munson, bad reputation and all. But you thought that he sounded like the coolest guy in the world. Here he was, standing in front of you, he was your friend this whole time and you never knew.

"I'm sorry, I know I was probably the last person you thought of when..." You cut him off almost immediately, your arms wrapped tightly around his surprisingly thin waist. Eddie gasped as you pulled him tightly against your body.

You pulled your head away from his chest, "It's finally nice to see you, Stranger."

"It's nice to see you too," he smiled. You stared at him mesmerized; you never thought someone could be so beautiful. His doe-like brown eyes, his long-disheveled hair, everything made you fall harder for him.

The two of you sat in the music room, no door nor wall separating the space. Lunch felt like hours, you spoke and laughed at the end of all it. Eddie invited you to one of his performances with his band at The Hideout. VIP passes and all so you could see him afterwards. You promised that you'd go to every single one, he laughed, saying that he couldn't wait to see you in the crowd.

#x reader #fanfic #eddie munson #fanfiction #reader insert #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you

[tgammsideblog]

¨First Day Frights¨ Episode analysis (S1 E1B)

As a follow up to the the first episode ¨The Curse¨ we have the episode ¨First Day Frights¨. Based on the way Molly and Scratch interact with each other it appears that some days have passed since the events of ¨The Curse¨. Scratch is little bit more calm around Molly, he calls her by her name and the nickname ¨Mol¨ to mess with her in this scenario. Molly doesn’t hug Scratch as much as she did in ¨The Curse¨ and gets frustrated with him a few times.

In contrast to ¨The Curse¨, ¨First Day Frights¨ has better pacing and narrative. This is because the episode has a simple clear premise: Molly tries to make a good impression the first day of school while Scratch tries to ruin it so he is able to break the curse. This allows the interactions and jokes to flow better given that the plot doesn’t have to move every 2 seconds,

One of the highlights of  ¨First Day Frights¨ is that it introduces two important characters: Libby Stein-Torres and Andrea Davenport. I have to say that i really like both characters introductions and how they have a history with each other. Libby has been treated like an outcast by Andrea for years for mispronouncing her name on 8th grade. This gives some hightsight that explains part of Libby’s anxious nature since she was pushed around by the other kids thanks to Andrea.

Andrea’s introduction quickly establishes her snobby-rich-girl attitude, her desire to get attention from others, something that gets explored later on during the season, and her status in Brighton’s highschool. It’s also a bit interesting how she tries to be friendly to Molly at first for to change when Molly accidentally mispronouces her name a few times.

Scratch gets a better exploration of his character too. His social status is brought a few times showing how he is treated like the "worst of the worst" in Ghost World. He isn't a popular ghost, which leads him to be kicked out of the "Haunty Haunts" club. He is both very lonely and mistreated by his ghosts peers, explaining in part why he didn't have any friends before the events of the show.

One of my favourite things about this episode is how Scratch ends up repeating the same treatment he receives in the Ghost World when he is trying to humiliate Molly at school. There is a certain lesson of "don't treat others the same way you wouldn't like to be treated" and how we repeat abusive behaviours if we live in a toxic enviroment. When Scratch realizes this, he decides to possess Andrea and free both Libby and Molly from their outcast status. This is a very sweet moment for his character because it is one of the first times Scratch is shown to care about other people and be able to regret his actions. He frees Libby as well, someone who he never interacted with, probably because he felt sorry about her.

On last note, I like seeing Molly not having all things go her way in the first day of school. In other animated series it feels like positive characters like Molly usually have it too easy and they don’t have much obstacles except from some exceptions. It was nice to seeing her struggle while her not giving up, demostrating she has a lot of determination in her goals. It was also satisfying seeing her getting angry at times. It gives her more dimension as a character that way.

In conclusion: I enjoyed this segment more than ¨The Curse¨ when i first watched the show. It’s a better introduction to the humor and the character dynamic of the series. It’s less chaotic, more clear in its narrative. If you ever want make someone get into this show make them watch ¨First Day Frights¨ too since they are more likely to get a better idea of what the show is about.

#The Ghost And Molly McGee #tgamm #tgamm First day frights #TGaMM Scratch #molly mcgee #andrea davenport #libby stein-torres #episode review

[deadricslover]

Hey, Lorna!

I just read your Bruce Wayne fic and I wanted to cry it was so cute! I also saw you tagged marvel in your most recent post and was really in the mood for some Bucky Barnes x reader? if you could write about the moment they both knew the were in love with each other that would be amazing!

no worries if not :)

the moment they fell in love

here's my Masterlist!

there is a few Bruce Wayne fics 🤨 which one? I'm kidding L.O.L.

a/n: not my gif! of course I can! this request is so cute >.< This was a really quick write so it's probably shit asf

summary: in the request ^^^ but I did the reader and bucky's moments because I'm just too nice to you all.

age rating: all ages

warnings: pet names, mentions of war. if a water gun is a warning? no use of y/n. fluff. tell me if I missed anything!also, I'm not 100% sure if the timelines are right. idk if Bucky is really that old in that year ect. 😭

pairings: Bucky Barnes X reader

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your moment (1941)

"doll...are you coming?" a familiar male voice says pulling you out of your dream

"oh...yeah. sorry" you reply walking a bit faster to catch up to your best friend of eight short years. you met one hot independence day when Bucky messed up yours and your cousin's hard work. and the rest is history

*flashback*

the sun was belting down onto the whole of New York, outside the faint laughter of children playing in the sun and the odd sizzle of a barbeque could be heard as well as smelt. you were fifteen years old this particular independence day and you were sat on the sidewalk outside your house sketching chalk images on the pavement with your smaller cousin, Ally, who was here with her family for the fourth of July. you had started to come to an end with your drawing of a rainbow when your cousin Ally has asked you to help her finish her drawing of a golden Labrador.

"sure. give me the blue and I'll show you how to draw it" you say dropping the violet chunk that was in your hand, softly taking the red chalk off the little girl sat across from you. as her deep chocolate eyes squinted in the scorching sun, you scooted around the artwork in order to help her. She pays close attention for a few minutes until both of your hard work was ruined all of a sudden. water had come splashing on the two of you, soaking your hair, clothes and chalk creations. you quickly wipe the wetness away from your eyes and face before glancing up angrily to see who created this mess

"you idiot! you ruined her drawings!" you exclaim in an unimpressed, annoyed tone. you could see her mouth dropping and tears starting to form in her big eyes, so you comfort her by wiping the drops off her face and hair with the rim of your shirt that wasn't very dry.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. it's just that me and my sister were having a water fight and I tried to shoot her but I-" he starts before he gets sadly cut off.

"you splashed us instead!" Ally says says, voice quivering.

"again. I am so sorry. Well, you're soaked now so you might as well join in." he suggests. your eyes flicker to his saturated top with two close buttons lined down the middle from the neck and his sleeves rolled up and buttoned to prevent them slipping.

"what's the game?" you inquire thinking that a water fight may not be the worst idea on a day like this.

"I call it 'soldier splash' name created by me. basically there is one person in the middle and the others have to go and hide behind cars or buildings or trash cans or whatever in the given space. they have to get to the middle and tag the person without being caught and shot by someone else. easy right?" he explains slightly smiling and acting it all out as he describes the game.

"why not?" you say as he holds a hand out to help you get up. you kindly accept his offer as you keep going with your sentence "this doesn't mean you're forgiven though...." you trail off the end of your sentence yearning to know his name.

"James Bucky Barnes. but every calls me bucky" he says keeping your hands locked as he shakes them a small bit.

"right, James" You offer him your name before he uses it in a sentence skipping away slightly throwing you and Ally two waterguns. "ready to loose?"

"oh it's on"

*end of flashback*

"where exactly are we going again?" you inquire curious as to where James could be taking you.

"we are going to get ice cream to bring to your favourite spot so we can watch the sunset" he says throwing an arm around your shoulder whilst still walking. "sound good?" he asks uselessly as he knows the answer already.

"ohhh, yes..sounds so good" you reply dipping your head to rest on his shoulder a bit. you stroll along the cobblestone to your stop at the ice cream parlor, and Bucky orders and pays for the ice cream like the gentleman he is. you thank him and take the cone out of his hands as you start your journey yet again.

once you get to your breezy spot on the coarse sand, you sit down pressed next to James in want of some warmth to stare at the beautiful ombre of colours in the sky in result of the sun setting. The rough feel of his short stubble scratching comfortingly against your forehead, reminding you of your version of home.

He gently and swiftly wraps his left arm around you trying to warm you up when he sees the goosebumps forming on your forearms. His hand starts moving up and down your arm pulling you impossibly closer, instantly warming you up.

"This is the life." he says sighing slightly

"what is? a war being threatened and us completely ignoring the possibility?" you reply laughing slightly which soon becomes contagious and Bucky catches the giggles.

"no. you know what I mean. the perfect place with the perfect snack and the perfect view. with the perfect person" he replies slightly glancing to his left to capture your reaction.

your reaction being a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupting In your tummy and your whole body going numb with side effects of redness in your cheeks and your heart throbbing, soon realising that this feeling is one you haven't felt towards James ever, but you welcomed this feeling with a wide embrace secretly loving the idea of having a near impossible closer relationship with him.

you smile tenderly and whole heartedly at him for a few memorable moments before nestling your head back into its spot on Bucky's shoulder. that was the moment you realised you were irreversibly in love with your best friend.

Bucky's moment (1935)

This birthday was a bit different. But a good different. This was your eighteenth birthday and you knew your mother would go way over the top with this party. not that you were complaining, more presents, a better atmosphere, seeing family members for the first time in years and lots more. Obviously James was coming to your party as he was your best friend and wherever you went, he went too. And your parents knew that so they didn't even need to invite him to this get-together. You had no idea who your mother invited and that scared you. As you were leaving the store you worked at that evening, you spot Bucky out of the corner of your eye leaning against the wall waiting for you to finish. He was fiddling with the rim of the arm of his jacket whilst waiting. A smile appears on your face and you skip up to him catching his attention mimicking the smile on your face.

"gosh, you look older already. are they wrinkles?!" he says stepping closer to you squinting his eyes jokingly.

"yeah I think you've got a few gray hairs there, Barnes" you say right back to him rubbing the side of his face slightly.

"ha.ha. very funny. You look great by the way." he says sarcastically as you both start to walk away

"but really, happy birthday. I got you a little something" he says handing you a little colourful gift bag

"James. you know you didn't have to" a smile appears on your face yet again as you gently take it off him and leave it until later to open as he tells you to do so because apparently he wants it to be special.

"well, I wanted to."

when you get to your house your family can be heard from outside the front door and you are already super excited for this party. Big cheers can be heard from inside the front door and the buzz catches onto Bucky too.

"there you are! you're late" your mum shouts from the kitchen

"sorry work kept me late an-" she cuts you off

"your aunt Barbara has to go soon so we're having cake now!" she exclaims probably more excited for this than you. You sit down on the chair and Bucky follows soon after, placing an arm on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze making you smile at him. Everyone starts singing happy birthday and you just sit there awkwardly listening to the odd pitchy note. You blow out the eighteen candles and claps and cheers can be heard. Your mom goes to the kitchen to cut cake while aunt Barbara kisses everyone goodbye and hands you your present while walking away.

There's only eight people left sitting around on the table including you and Bucky and everyone's chatting and sharing embarrassing stories from when you were younger. This particular one about you in the bath pops up and Bucky is listening in curiously. You try and stop the story from being told as James will use it against you in the future but nothing can stop this from getting out. As you sit there sulking in the chair with a fake pout on your face, James for some strange reason can't seem to take his eyes off you. The smile he sees on your face that's trying not to seep through but failing slightly is pure serotonin to him and he just can't puzzle together why. You start to giggle and join in on the embarrassment when you realise that the story is getting told either way, Bucky sees this and something inside him ignites. He's never felt this with you before and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Is it love? No it can't be. He can't feel this way about you, your his best friend for goodness sake! After a few moments of thought he realises he does really love you. The only thing now is to keep it a secret. Forever.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #captain america #deadricslover

[blogfullofemos]

Lonely is a Man Without Love

(Thank you sssooo much guys for the many receptive love I've been given. Truly appreciate the time you guys took out of your day. Here's the next part. @later-gators12 enjoy my friend 😌.)

Warnings: We got some blood but other than that, nothing bad. A little action ain't hurt nobody.

Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader, original character x fem!character.

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: Steven just loves to pull on your heart strings huh? How can you keep your cool... Also Steven fighting... Please help Marc.

Writer Notes: I know I squish the words together when Marisol talks, but being hispanic myself, you know exactly what I mean lmao.

    The thin white drapes of your small motel casted a dreary hue within it’s British-inspired walls. London’s thunderous storm adding more to its depressive pull. You sit at one of the corner-ends to the twin-size bed as a small antique radio quietly plays news static. Next to it rested Athena standing with pride as her sword pierced the stone beneath her, a torn piece of paper covering her face. Steven’s big shaky handwriting of his phone number written sloppily against the lines. You stare as a small smile crept up, reminiscing the many reintroductions of Steven Grant as the days passed. The way his face gotten redder and redder as you both shared a passionate discourse of Greek Gods & Goddesses, the many big smiles he gave as you explained your side to its history. “I’m sorry madam, but the shop is now closing.” the female cashier informs you with a courteous smile. Piercing Steven with a highly annoyed side eye as she walked off, pissed about cleaning up the shop’s mess, especially Steven’s. Steven giving her a sympathetic crooked smile, he brings his attention back to you, “I’m sorry (Y/N), I’m going to go help Frances clean up shop. It was really amazing meeting you. Goodbye for now.” he says as he quickly follows behind the seething Frances.

     Your heart couldn’t help but flip at his courteous moments, rather rare to see in such a man. But the further he went, the more your mind screamed “GET HIS NUMBER YOU CLOWN!!”.

“Wait!!” you yelled unexpectedly, causing them both to turn to you. Steven with bewilderment and Frances with “Now what’s wrong with her?” look. You didn’t have to yell, well you didn’t mean to honestly, your face burned up with embarrassment. “Um, can I get your number?” you ask lowly, your head instinctively going down to hide your vulnerability.

“What was that beautiful?” he asks walking back towards you, his ears not picking up the words at all. Your face smoldering more by his compliment, you hated this. You hated this so much. You force yourself to look up at him, exposing a beet red face to Steven making his blush look rather fake “I said can I have your number?” you repeat with clenched fist. God why did this hurt so much? Steven bites his bottom lip as he tries to contain a foolish smile, digging his hands in his pants pockets. He pulls out a crumpled piece of loose-leaf paper and quickly ripped the top corner of it. Thanking the heavens that he’s a tour guide to nothing but toddlers. 

     “Hey Frances, you got a pen?.. Marker?.. Anything to write with?” he asks as he realizes he’s missing the most important part of this ordeal.

M: Now how are you a teacher without a pen? We gotta do better Steven…

Steven ignores Marc’s sly comment as Frances intentionally slams a marker in his hand, rolling her eyes as she walks away. Steven places the small, ripped piece of paper on the window and quickly writes numbers with dashes on its crumpled surface. Once he finishes, he hands it to you, a smile never leaving him. “Don’t lose it now.” he says shyly.

     You bite your bottom lip as your mouth instinctually pulls upward. He probably thinks you lost it by now, but today you’ll find your way back to him. Suddenly your phone lights up as it vibrates harshly next to Athena, the screen showing: Marisol. You get off the bed and take your phone of the dresser’s wooden surface, swiping to pick up the call from your best friend. “Hello, you’ve reached the voicemail box of 100% that bit-.” you say in monotone, trying to steady your breathing from laughing.

“Shut the fuck up bitch.” Marisol’s spanish accent laugh out making you laugh “You almost got me.” she finishes. You sit back down and twirl your fingers around the thin blanket, your eyes wandering back to Steven’s number. “So when were you going to tell me?” Marisol asks with fake hurt.

“Mari, you know this is part of my job description.” you sigh, “You think I want to keep leaving you behind.” you say as you plop your back down on the uncomfortably firm bed, affirming the most hated part of your job. Resting the back of your hand on your forehead, you stare at the speckled ceiling weighing the pros and cons of being with Steven. “I know, BUT PARIS!!” she elates.

“It’s not Paris, speci-.” you try to retort but Marisol’s excitement cuts you off.

“You better send me pictures or something more, you know, I wouldn’t mind a little piece of Paris in my mundane life.” she theatrically emphasizes mundane, making you chuckle at her guilt trapping words. 

“I’ll see what I can do. But for the time being, I must prepare. Luckily I’ve gotten a break since I’ve landed, but I know I’m going to be assigned for something soon. Anywayyy how’s everything back home?”.

“Girl…” you can feel Marisol’s classic eye roll from your small talk.

“What?” you laugh already knowing the answer.

     “You know you’re the only eventful person I have in my life. When I’m bored, I run to you, so how do you think everything is going?” she says sarcastically.

“Pretty relaxing.”

“BITCH ITS BEEN DEAD!! Jariel has been cooped up in our home office because of work, and between you&me I haven’t gotten any for a minute. OH!! Your mama is doing well and toldmetotellyou to call her when you can. Also Gobbles is giving me a headache.” she growls as you hear Gobbles the pug do his screech, never learning how to bark like a normal dog. You hear his nails scatter about through the receiver. You giggle as you roll around the bed and kick your feet up, Steven’s bashful face floating around your mind. If your cellphone had a cord, you’ll definitely be twirling it around your fingers right about now. You cuss at yourself mentally as you see the start of a love dopamine rush. Snapping yourself out of its addictive pull. “Marisol… It happened again.” you hint, losing the fight with yourself.

“What.” she quietly exclaims, her excitement muted.

“Sooo there’s this guyyy.” you drawl, dropping your hopeless romantic face into the bed.

“OMG, TELL ME EVERYTHING AMIGA!!” she screeches like when you guys saw your favorite boy band appear on stage. You gave her the rundown of Steven, exaggerating some details and getting giddy with others. You finally finish with rushed breathing as you laid on your back again, exhausted from rolling around the bed as you gush. Yeah, Steven’s made an impression that was hard to scratch away. “(Y/N) put that number on your phone and stop being a baby. You know I don’t get you someti-.” Marisol says but your focus gets ripped away by a loud beeping sound inside the top dresser drawer. 

     “Mari, I’ll call you back.” you end the conversation, as your body’s temperature drops in seconds. Hanging up, you get off the bed and toss your phone on it. You open the empty drawer and retrieve the beeping burner phone, flipping it open “Hello.” You say cautiously.

“They still have you on their radar, keep moving. We’ve created you a new identity card and we’ll drone it to your location. It might take months before they’ll cool off, be careful with your side endeavors. God bless, be safe Niner.” The call drops, vanishing into its technological ether. Your heart races as you cuss silently, slight paranoia creeping into your mindscape as your eyes frantically assess your surroundings. You toss the burner phone on the dresser’s hard surface as you take a deep breath in, gripping the side of it with white knuckles. You look at Athena once more as cold sweat quickly builds up within you. 

Meanwhile…

     Steven slams the human-like cougar into London’s-soaked asphalt alley, simultaneously the cougar demon grabs his tie causing Steven to fall by the force of his. Landing on top of the cougar-man.

M: And this is why we don’t wear ties in a gunfight Steven.

Steven rolls around with the cougar demon, throwing punches, some connecting, most hitting back the pelting raindrops. As Steven ends up on top of the demon again, he wails at the cougar’s face, but for some reason it doesn’t seem to affect the demon as it did past ones. “Marc this is-.” but Steven is interrupted by the demon gripping his head. Headbutting Steven with the force of a jet. “GuS, is ThAt YoU?” he says dazed, as the demon hits him with another one; knocking Steven back on the ground. The demon stalks its body back up as it purrs seeing Steven’s unconscious masked face seeping slowly with blood coming out his nose. Suddenly white fabric snakes around the demon from behind, before the demon has time to react the tough fabric tightens. In seconds the demon collapses as its head pops off from its body, turning into rain-soaked soot. Khonshu’s God-like silhouette looking down at the irradicated demon’s dust, thunder lighting up the cloudy day above. Khonshu kneels and swipes his gloved hand in the soot, investigating it as he circles it around his fingers. “He’s back.” he summarizes. 

     Khonshu stands back up and walks toward the still unconscious Steven, watching as Steven’s costume dissipates as his feet stops by his shoulders. Steven grunts as Khonshu taps the end of his moon staff on his cheek. “Steven.” Khonshu says displeased continuing his incessant staff taps.

“No Gus… It’s not for you to eat.” Steven mumbles with a snore, still lost in his sleep as he slaps the staff.

“STEVEN!!” Khonshu booms causing Steven to sit up quickly as he wakes up shouting Marc’s name. Steven frantically searches around him, calming as he sees Khonshu’s bird-skull face looking down at him. “Is it gone?” Steven smiles with a bloody mouth, one of his front teeth chipped ever so slightly. A slanted gash on his nose, as his left eye swells and darkens ever so slightly. Khonshu walks away from him and disappear, but not until he smacked Steven on the back of his head. “OWA!!” Steven exclaims as he tries to rub the pain away.

“Let Marc handle the hands next time.” Khonshu’s voice echoes throughout the thunderous rain.

M: I try to tell him Khonshu, but nooo Steven’s name is with a V.

“Piss off.” Steven retorts as he slumps his body, trying to regain strength in his sore muscles. He lets the rain pelt his bruised body, as he tries to get a grasp of the demon he fought minutes ago. Usually the demon’s weren’t hard to kill, even though Steven panic-quit mid fight most of them. Marc always having to take the brunt of it. But once in a blue, they would be blindsided by how they killed their opponents. But this demon, this demon wasn’t easy to even shake. A sound of wind chimes breaks his thinking, as his phone vibrates in his shirt pocket. 

     He hisses in pain as his head aches from the sound, pulling the phone out and swiping the screen. An unknown number texting him.

You: Hey Steven it’s me (Y/N). I’m free today if you want to continue our fast chat. 

You: Last* ���

Steven forgets everything that happened prior as a huge smile dance across his beaten face. His fingers quickly tapping against the wet screen, like his heart.

Steven: I would love to (Y/N). Give me 2 hours tops, and I’ll be ready.

M: Steven let me front. 

Steven finally gets off the ground with a grunt as he feels his muscles stretch out the pain. “No Marc, she doesn’t even know us yet. Plus this is-.” he’s cut off by another notification sound. 

You: Okay… Where do you want to go since I’m new to these parts of town. 🤠

Steven chuckles at your corny text, limping as he walks blindly to his flat.

Steven: Wow you’re putting my tour guiding skills to good use already. But how about a café. I know one that serves great tea with the best bakery goods any man would die for.

Steven: Okay I might’ve over done that last one, but like

Steven: I would die for it

Steven: Not really though

Steven: Okay that might’ve been a lie… 😅

M: You’re doing too much with the texting Steven. 5 messages in 25 seconds… Not a good look.

“I’m sorry Marc, that I’m excited about this. I haven’t had a proper date since….” he drawls as his face falls a little remembering Layla, “You know.” he finishes. He looks around London’s streets as he checks the address signs, seeing that his flat is not too far from here. 

       His phone chimes again and he physically gasps in disgust at your text.

You: So Starbucks it is.

Steven: 😐🤢🤮😥 How could you….

You: What? I could go for a cold brew right about now.

Steven: 🤧 Please no more…

You: And those cheese danishes…. Warmed up…. A gift from the Heavens.. 🙏

Steven lets out an ashamed wail, making passerby’s even more uncomfortable near him. “Marc she’s been corrupted.” he exaggerates his shame to a random stranger.

“My names not Marc.” the Irish man says defensively, ramming his shoulder into Steven’s as he walks off. Causing Steven to mumble “Sorry mate.”, as the force of the shoulder bump made him spin around and walk backwards.

M: Steven let’s get to the flat before you start any more unnecessary issues. We have a date at 5 sharp and looking at you…. We need to hurry.

#steven grant x y/n #steven grant #moon knight #marvel #moon knight fandom #moon knight fanfic #a little bit of action #marc spector #a hint of khonshu #original character #phone conversation #I love me some steven #this made me smile while writing #also Egyptian demons are type wild

[ryleejam]

@thetheatergremlin it's their dragon Jeremy au(not canon to the Story it's up to them tho)

Iou a title (edit later)

Squip After a couple of hours of a weird black out cause by alcohol, he reactivate back at his host's home

He thought to himself

"hmmm I guess Michael took Jeremy home, good I was getting some bad feelings-"

This thought stop when seeing a frighten Michael and Jeremy sitting on the floor near the door, they look like a mess! Scrapes and bruises all over ash stuck on their clothes, they look like they've been running from something or someone, either way it causes extreme worried in the cloud dragon man,

"oh my goodness, Jeremy are you and Michael ok!?,what happened!?"

Jeremy a scared little dragon teen look at his squip shaken,

"me and Michael were just hanging at the party than Rich set a fire!,Jake is really hurt,but we all almost didn't make it!...it was terrifying"

Squip's eyes wide in shock,

"it can't be,are you sure it was him,jerk or not he's not a arsonist,he wouldn't danger people's lives"

Jeremy looks at Michael, he was going to say something to him but he shakes thinking about the events, Michael who is used to Jeremy talking to his squip out loud, hugs Jeremy comforting him

Michael trying to look at squip who he can't see

"it's true...we don't know what happened to Rich,we are really worry,but what if it was his squip made him do it,what if you try to hurt us?..."

Squip felt hurt,he would never, not in a million years he would never think about hurting anyone especially Jeremy and his friends, dead dragon instinct or not he counts Jeremy as his hatchling his kid,he would never want to put him in harms way,he has to prove it to them and he thinks he knows how

"Jeremy, just give me a moment.."

"what?"

He walks out of sight,and start to search for his well brain search history, after a couple of minutes he found it,a saying to make anything real or fack into the visible plane ,it's perfect,sad this was going to be a surprise after Jeremy reach his goal, but that's not important anymore they need him,

than after the process, he felt the ground for real this time,it work he's actually here,

Squip walks back getting ready to what ever gets thrown at him,

Jeremy looks at him with concussion

"what did you do?,why did you have to go?"

Michael to Sean staring him down and eyes winded

"ummmmm excuse me but is that a fucking cloud dragon? Weren't they dead for like decades?"

Jeremy looks at him

"what do you mean?..wait can you see squip?"

Squip bends down and smiles

"I made myself physical, I was going to surprise you but I think you two need comfort, squip or not I feel you two need it"

Jeremy looks like he more shock now dut in a good way, someone he see as a parent figure is now physically here everyone else can see him,

"I won't mind a hug,but Michael,do want to hug a cloud dragon?"

Jeremy smile at him

Michael looks at Jeremy than at squip than smile

"yes,I want to hug the guy who been protecting my favorite person"

Squip takes no time and hugs both of them coving them with his cloud like wings with his arms,

Michael kind of surprised of affection that a super computer can have, but he feels a lot better,

Jeremy on the other hand he his a happy dragon boi,he feels things are going to be okay, what ever happens he can count on squip to be there without a problem,and now he also doesn't have to poorly explain what squip looks like anyone to people because oh Lord it was tuff,

Squip a happy dragon dad takes the boys to the couch and give them blankets and pillows,

"ok I know things are kind of better now, but you two need sleep, school is in 6 hours if I can't convince l Jeremy's dad to let you guys stay home, after I explained who I am heh, you two need sleep"

The boys nod and get comfortable and both slowly fall asleep ,

squip smiles and ruffles Jeremy's hair

"I'll be here in the morning, you kids can count on me"

(tadaaaa, that was long sorry if it is bad)

#be more chill #bmc squip #jeremy heere #michael mell #bmc au

[viky2318]

Chapter 3: your best friend

It had been a few days. Alphys tried to explain to him what happened back when he first woke up. She said he was the result of an experiment of hers: she was trying to create a monster from scratch and that she decided to make a skeleton because it was all just bones and so simpler than other monsters, but she remained pretty vague about how she did that or any other detail. She said he felt weird because she probably messed up something, but she didn’t specify what she may have messed up. Alphys did her best to help him heal up that huge hole he had in his chest, but sadly she hadn’t been able to completely close it. She also kept calling him Duo: he didn’t feel like it was actually his name, but since he couldn’t think of anything better he simply decided to go with that one. “Duo”. A short and simple name. He remembered perfectly, the day when he woke up, hearing Alphys calling him “D-1”. Maybe she just misspelled it out of nervousness. Alphys constantly seemed nervous. Almost anxious. Especially when Duo was around. Maybe she was like this with everyone, but the skeleton never saw anyone else in the laboratory and therefore had no idea. Yes, laboratory. Duo spent the last 4 long days in the laboratory. Aside from the “surface lab”, there was an underground area which was huge, with many rooms (some of them open and some others locked) and interesting things in nearly each of them. Alphys gave him a small spare room with a table and a bed she brought in (it looked kinda like a hospital bed, but he didn’t mind). Somehow, the skeleton found all that place and the machinery terribly familiar. He had no idea why, but it was interesting and unsettling at the same time. Maybe also that was just a “mistake” made by Alphys while creating him? he didn’t know, and he was pretty sure if he asked her he would just get a vague reply without clear explanation.

That day, Duo was alone. Alphys went out to meet the king and talk about some things, so the skeleton was free to do nearly whatever he wanted without her getting concerned because he moved too quickly. In the previous days he explored all the available rooms and all the interesting machines, so it was time to take a look at that big bookshelf on the upper area of the surface lab. At first sight the bookshelf was split in two: the left side had human comics and DVD’s of cartoons, divided by series and in alphabetical order, and the right side had books of many other things: anatomy, mechanics, chemistry, magic, history, electronics… all of them neatly organized in alphabetical order by author and by subject. Duo took a book from the right side and read the title. “Robotics- book 2”. Oh, he knew that book! He read it so many times when-

wait what.

The skeleton sat at a working table nearby, reading the first page of the book. Then the second. Then the third.

He knew that book. He couldn't remember it, but when he read the pages he felt as if it wasn't the first time. Even more interesting was the fact that, despite this book explaining very complex and advanced concepts, the moment he read those he realized he already knew them. He kept reading, trying in the meanwhile to understand why. Alphys said she created him, so maybe she programmed his mind to know that stuff?

Duo got so lost in the reading he didn’t notice the completely out of place golden flower looking at him. “Why, howdy!” the flower exclaimed, taking the skeleton completely by surprise as he shouted. He looked down at the flower, his eyes wide in surprise. “wha- I- who are you?!” he exclaimed, confused and surprised. Another monster? Here? wait- monsters usually don’t look like plants- he didn’t even finish formulating his thought the flower spoke again. “Golly, I’m sorry friend! I didn’t mean to startle you!” he explained, frowning a little. Duo took a few breaths, calming down again. “... n-no worries. I just… really wasn’t expecting it”, he replied. The flower huffed in relief. “oh, thankfully. I thought you were scared of me! I don’t even know why I thought so, but for some curious reason it still concerned me”. The skeleton frowned, then shook his head. “no, no, I wasn’t scared of you. Though you still scared the hell out of me…”. The flower chuckled, then climbed up the table and got a little close to the skeleton. “Alright, then let’s do this all over: Howdy, I’m Flowey! Flowey the Flower!”, the flower exclaimed. He seemed like a pretty cheerful guy. Flowey extended a leaf as if he was offering it for a handshake, looking at the skeleton with a friendly smile. “... I am Duo, nice to meet you”, the skeleton simply introduced himself, taking the leaf and shaking it gently. “Duo, huh? Nice name! Are you new around here? I never saw you, and trust me when I say I know everyone”, Flowey asked. Duo was about to explain to the flower what Alphys told him, but then thought that before spreading an information it was better to make sure it was correct. “well- uhm- I honestly don’t know. I probably- uhm- hit my head and… yeah, I just don’t remember”. Geez, that sure was a bad lie. He was a terrible liar. The flower remained silent for a moment, frowning, but then unexpectedly said: “I’m terribly sorry to hear that, friend. I’m sure you’ll remember one day”. Was that guy serious or was he just making fun of the skeleton? How on earth could he believe such a bad lie?? Duo decided to not question himself any further and hope this guy actually believed him. “... so, what are you reading? looks like a nice book”, Flowey asked. The two ended up spending a lot of time chatting. Flowey was a surprisingly good listener, and also one of a nerd. He knew almost more stuff than Duo! and sure that wasn’t a simple task since every time the flower mentioned a concept Duo almost always remembered what that was. He seemed like a friendly guy. a bit childish from time to time, but still a nice person to be around. After a while he went away, saying that he had stuff to do “stay safe young man! I'll be watching you”, he added before disappearing into the ground. Nearly at the same moment, the door of the lab opened and Alphys came back. “H-hi Duo!” the lizard started as she quickly came to him. “T-the king was so happy to know you’re-

Duo opened his eyes, feeling slightly tense. He sat up and looked around, feeling like someone was watching him. 

Just a dream. It was just a dream. Just another damn dream.

He didn't like the fact that he was dreaming so much lately. Usually he had blank nights where he dreamt nothing. This sequence of dreams was starting to concern him. Those weren't even casual dreams like- I dunno- whatever a normal person would dream. Those were memories from the lab. He hated that place. People died there. Dozens of innocent monsters. He just couldn't figure out why on earth he would dream about-

Focus. He had better things to do than to bother because of some old memories. He got up and noticed Kate wasn't sleeping. Did he wake up late again? He walked downstairs and saw her sitting on the couch with  Paps as the two chatted quietly. “Oh- Duo! Good morning! I'm sorry if I woke you up, but- I was having hard times sleeping. I'm so excited for today's second trip!” The human exclaimed the second she saw Duo coming in. Trip? What was she- oh right. The Ruins. The skeleton felt a little nervous at the idea of going there again, the simple thought of that creepy pile of dust laying straight at the entrance giving him goosebumps. He gave a glance to the clock: 6:32. He woke up at a decent time today. Still too soon, but better than the day before. “I'm happy to know you're excited buttercup, but next time try to sleep a bit more. It's not healthy to sleep too little”. Paps glanced at Duo with a severe frown. “says the one who woke up at nearly 5 am and didn’t even think about going back to sleep”, he commented. Kate gave him a curious look, hearing nothing but garbage noise, but Papyrus didn’t translate.

Napstablook came by around 8:30, and the four ended up reaching the Ruins’ entrance around 10 am, Kate continuously talking about this awesome place in there without describing it, saying she wanted to keep it a surprise. Duo took a deep breath before walking in the long corridor that led to the house, but when he opened the door… the dust was gone? There wasn’t even a grain of it, as if it was never there. Did he imagine it- yeah no, he wouldn’t imagine seeing a corpse laying on the ground. Where did it go? Not that he wanted to go look for it now, but he seriously felt concerned. Duo ended up letting aside that unsettling thought and kept going, not wanting to let Kate get lost in there. The place was as beautiful as the day before, with its ancient walls and breathtaking views of Home. This time the group didn’t linger around as much as the day before, mainly because of Kate’s energical walking- almost running- to this mysterious awesome place. She didn’t slow down a single time, but this didn’t bother the three monsters- two of them floated and the third had a good physical resistance. After some time, the human girl started walking even faster. She turned around to the others for a second, smiling widely. “I know this place, we’re close! c’mon Duo, walk faster! You won’t regret it, I promise!!” she exclaimed. The skeleton raised a brow, but did as she told him to not lose her in that labyrinth of corridors. Then…

A huge, circular room. The walls were made of pure gray stone differently to the ones in the rest of the Ruins, and some old pillars stood straight under the delightful sunlight that came down from a hole hundreds of meters higher. And straight under the light… Golden flowers. Big, soft, slightly cartoonish and yet real flowers, their petals colored in a bright yellow shining under the sunlight. Truly beautiful flowers… and yet, with a taste of bittersweet. Golden flowers were the King’s favorite flowers, a symbol of rebirth and hope, and a Golden flower was the one and only talking flower the skeleton knew and hated. What an ironic coincidence, right? Duo sighed quietly, looking at those wonderful plants gently swinging in the delicate wind present in that room only with a slight frown. Suddenly someone pulled his sleeve, forcing him to walk closer. “Look Duo- look! I fell on these from up there, and they were still perfectly intact! And I didn’t get a single scratch, you know? every one of these flowers feels like a huge pillow!” Kate eagerly exclaimed, looking at the skeleton with a bright smile and an excited look. Duo took a few seconds to get what she said, but then smiled gently at the girl and crouched next to her, taking in his hands one of those flowers without ripping it from the ground. “Of course. It is because Golden flowers are made of 50% magic, and so they feel way softer than normal flowers. Not only that, but Golden flowers’ petals are this soft also to better absorb the Barrier’s magic radiations in order to live for centuries”. Kate sat on Duo’s leg, listening to him with eyes wide in wonder. She loved every time someone explained her things, either them being things about science, magic, mechanics- everything was fine. She said it was because a lot of things worked differently on the surface. Because on the surface there was no magic. Of course, when humans locked the monsters away all the magic got locked with them. Human wizards casted spells thanks to wands and scepters that stole magic from other beings. Without monsters and their magic auras, magic plants soon stopped growing up there and magic stones lost their enchantments. The girl once told them how humans started hunting down other humans that still had magic powers, either out of fear of those almost rare people or out of hate towards what others didn’t have anymore. They burned their bodies and left the ashes to the wind, uncaring if these people tried to help others with their powers or if they kept them for themselves. The surface this little human knew was truly different to the one described in monsters’ history books, and even more different to the Underground. That was also the reason why Duo liked listening to Kate. It was difficult for a mind like his to reason without applying the magic factor to things, and there were so many things that humans discovered in the past decades that seemed like coming out from a fantasy book.

The four hung out in that little corner of the world for a few hours, either chatting about whatever went through their mind or simply enjoying the place. For a little while they laid down with Blooky to do what they called “feeling like garbage”. Duo wasn’t sure why they called it that since it was nice laying down with friends, but he didn’t bother asking them. They said it was a family tradition, so maybe the reason got lost with time or never existed. The skeleton, most of the time, looked up to the source of the light. It was so high he couldn’t see the top of it, but Kate said that hole was inside of a little cavern close to the top of Mount Ebott. but if it was inside of a cavern, how did the light reach them? Did the cavern have another hole that went to the surface? And even so, wasn’t the huge hole too deep to let the light reach the room? Was the sun really that bright? The skeleton kept making himself questions, sometimes asking them to Kate out loud, and he was so taken by the nice environment that he didn’t even notice time passing. After some time he fell asleep, the warm light feeling comforting and the sound of the flowers to the breeze soothing.

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#undertale #ut #utau #utmv #a new tale #duo #kate #napstablook #ut napstablook #papyrus #ut papyrus #YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #I DIDN'T FORGETTTTT #TO WRITEEEEEEE #YESSSSSSSSSS #ok bye UwU

[seennombre3]

Seen Nombre,

Feb 6

A dear friend reached out to me telling me how brilliant my IG handle was. I had changed it for the hundredth time and I told him I think I finally landed on something that I actually liked and something that reflected me and my artwork, which then spiraled down a rabbit hole of self-reflection and some “ah-ha” moments (TK, sorry to have bombarded you with an essay through IG DM’s, you’re a real one I love you so much my friend). 

My IG art-handle is: seen.nombre (a play on the saying “sin nombre”, which means “nameless” in Spanish). “Sin nombre” was already taken on the platform, but I wanted the name so I had to get playful with it, but I think it has a deeper meaning that I originally meant it to have, much like my art. In the end, it’s working out for me. It feels right. 

Throughout my whole life I have struggled with my name. Don’t get me wrong, I love my name, but its history and my culture and the society I live in that makes things a bit complicated. For example, I didn’t learn that my real name is actually “Maria” and “Lupita” was just a nickname until I was in Kindergarten. It was a whole thing and it was devastating. Every time I started a new school or entered a new class I had to explain my name to my teacher and my friends. Same thing with jobs. And checking in at the airport. Or signing a new lease. For some this wasn’t a big deal, for others it was ridiculous. At my first job my boss told me that trying to remember to call me Lupita instead of Maria was going to be hard for her to remember and she wasn’t going to do it. I had a few professors in college mix my names up in front of everyone in class and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for them. Like why the fuck did she just call me Maria when she called me Lupita 2 minutes before? I could go on and on. In every situation I couldn’t help but feel this nervousness creep up inside me. I felt like explaining my name was complicated and it makes me almost start to feel bad about my name and the confusion it can cause people which is total bullshit. But that’s what it’s been like. “Lupita” directly translated is “little Lupe” and is derived from “Maria Guadalupe”, my legal name. This is the name of la Virgen Maria, la Virgen de Guadalupe, otherwise known as Mother Mary, an icon and symbol of strength in Mexican culture. It’s pretty badass. It’s old school. It’s hella common in Mexico.

So with the trauma I carry with explaining and defending my name came debilitating anxiousness when trying to find a name for myself as an artist. Naturally, using Lupita Gonzalez felt like a problem. 1) I feel like it doesn’t reflect who I am as an artist accurately and 2) the amount of Lupita Gonzalez’s there are in the world is insane and I find it hard to make a name for myself because of everything I’ve talked about so far. Let’s unpack this together shall we. This may be my own insecurity talking, but my name is Mexican as fuck. I know it’s messed up to think that my name is “too Mexican” for me and if I think about it long enough I feel ashamed, but I can’t help but feel like it is! Yes I grew up speaking Spanish and in a family with strong Mexican-Catholic values, but we’re also pretty Americanized. When my family moved to the states, when my grandparents raised my mom in Redwood City, and when my parents settled down in the Bay Area, they tried to fit in by learning how to cook Thanksgiving dinners and meatloaf and other foods that are absolutely not in our culture. They began picking up English and teaching us that as our first language. We celebrated the American holidays more than we celebrated the Mexican holidays. I didn’t even know the significance of Día de los Muertos or our Independence Day til later in life. Sure we’d watch telenovelas and Spanish cartoons, listened to reggaeton and banda every now and then, but in the end we’re pretty Americanized. I didn’t even have a quince because my mom said that’s “too Mexican” for us. So I feel like when people see my name they’ll expect something out of me. Or, they’ll label me as “Mexican” and maybe pass me up because it doesn’t fit their “aesthetic” or what’s trending. Then they’ll miss my art entirely. Maybe I’m just overthinking it. 

But this is how I feel as an artist. The art community, while beginning to uplift the voices of women, femme, and POC artists, is still hella white. A majority of the spaces that hold art are white-dominant. The art that sells the most or get the most likes fits this “white aesthetic”. Sure it’s pretty and clean cut and modern and nice to look at, but it’s everywhere and it’s exhausting and it’s becoming so basic. So when thinking of what my IG handle or website or brand will be named or look like, I felt this pressure of fitting the mould and be succumbed to this white, perfect aesthetic, and that doesn’t feel right at all. Even when I tried to give in, something pulled me back and was like nah, this isn’t it. Naturally, I go against the mould and march to the beat of my own drum (can you guess what sign I am?). And through my practice I don’t follow many rules, I value imperfection, I keep it real. I don’t really care about fitting in or following the trends. I just want to paint. 

So let’s make it more confusing. I am Seen Nombre. Seen Nombre is by me, Lupita Gonzalez. I want to be seen in my own way and I don’t want to be labeled as hella Mexican or not Mexican enough or not being trendy or whatever. I just want to put my art out there because I like sharing it and I like making things and it makes people happy. It makes me happy. My art evolves, the world evolves, we all evolve, and I am constantly evolving, so it’s no use being tied to something like a name or a brand or an aesthetic or a trend. I just want to be me. Now that I’m an adult I’m putting in the work to learn more about my culture and the symbols that I feel connected to and who I am as a Mexican-American female artist, which is beginning to become reflected in my art more and more. 

[nyssandracousland]

(Dialog is so long winded at times - sorry it’s so long)

Chapter 8

Day three in the Circle tower was a new experience.

Nyss spent each moment with Cullen, and they continued to bond over chess and Thedas history. She realized that having someone to actually talk to about it was far more interesting than being taught in her classes or reading it alone.

However, the more she learned about the Circle and what the Tower signified the more uneasy she became.

Cullen also took Nyss to the gardens on this day, he showed her each flower and explained what their medicinal properties were.

“When I was around eight, Mia found me in a bush covered in lesions. It would not have been so bad except it was Rashvine. She took me home, made up a salve, and applied it to my irritated skin. It gave me so much relief. Ever since then, I have been interested in herbalism.” He said.

“That is impressive. I wish I had more knowledge on the subject. Your skills would prove useful in a battle.” She smiled, “I like traps. Especially the exploding kind.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. I dare say you have probably set them out for Emmy at one time or another as practice.” He joked.

“Well, we liked to play jokes on each other and I knew she had been trying to figure one out for me. So I set up a trap at the entrance of my bedroom, and I heard it go off. She was standing there covered in saw dust.” Nyss laughed, “we called a truce after that ordeal.”

Cullen grinned. “I would have liked to have seen that.”

“My mother was so upset. ‘You’re suppose to be a lady, not a alchemist’ she seethed at me!” She smiled fondly at the situation, “The mess it caused was horrendous, but my father was proud and Fergus was even more proud because I didn’t blow the whole castle up!”

Cullen smirked and walked over to a bench. As he sat down, he motioned for Nyss to join him. He was wearing his robes again, not the full Templar Armor.

He turned and leaned his head in to her. His lips moved close to her ear.

“I got your message to Emmy.” He said quietly.

Nyss froze. “Did you- did you see her?” She asked anxiously.

“I did not My Lady. I slid the paper under her door.” He bowed his head, “Maker be with her.”

“Do I sense a glimmer of compassion?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“For you both. This cannot be easy. I have never seen friendship truly. This touches my heart.”

Nyss leaned back and looked up to the blue skies above. “If I could take her place, I would.”

“I know.” Cullen too leaned back and tilted his head skyward. “Do you, believe in the Maker my lady?”

“I am not sure. My mother is the devout Andrastian, how do you think I got my name?”

“Nyss?”

She nodded. “Nyssandra. My mother insisted on honoring Andraste. While my father was going to name me Fergus II or something.”

“He has a sense of humor I see.”

“The best. I have been blessed if you will with parents who love me.” She paused. “Too much sometimes.”

Cullen smiled, “I do not think we can be loved too much. We crave it. Especially children.”

Nyss smiled and got to her feet. The day had moved along quickly, so Cullen took her back to the Great Hall for their evening meal.

As they walked in, she looked around eagerly to see if any new Templars had joined them that night. Greagoir was there, but he sat apart from the men. The scowl he had on his face never seemed to go away.

“Does he ever smile?” Nyss quietly asked herself.

“Only when he’s telling people about his true love, the Tower.” Cullen teased.

“I really need to stop thinking out loud.”

Cullen cocked his head to the right, “It is quite endearing.” His cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

There were no new men joining that night, and the meal was delicious. Nyss hoped Emmy was eating as well as she was. She also hoped that someone on the other side of that over bearing door was showing her some form of empathy.

After their supper, and a few glasses of wine, Cullen and Nyss headed back to her room. “You stand here every night?” She said as she stopped outside her door.

“Yes. Well, I do not stand the whole time.” He smiled.

“That makes me feel slightly better for pushing you out of your room.” She paused and looked at Cullen “Goodnight good Ser. Till morning.”

“Maker be with you.” He bowed.

Nyss walked in the room and slowly shut the door. She washed her face, and neck, then took the book out she had borrowed from the Circle Library. She started to leaf through the pages and got to a chapter that discussed “The Harrowing.” It had been ripped out. She found this extremely odd, but made a note that tomorrow she would ask Cullen to address it.

She laid down and her mind imagined what Emmys wedding dress would look like. Emmy was large busted and short in stature. She imagined her wearing a beautifully styled white wig and a ball gown that would put most Nobel women to shame. Nyss smiled at the ridiculousness of her imagination, and fell asleep.

The dawning of day four made Nyss’s heart glad. She was over the halfway point when she could see her friend again.

Cullen knocked on her door and brought in her breakfast. She was disappointed he had no news to report on Emmy, but she understood that he was with her, which meant he was probably removed entirely from the situation.

“It really isn’t necessary to bring me my breakfast, I can get up earlier.” She said.

“It is my pleasure My Lady, I enjoy the discussions we have while you eat. I figure we can speak more freely when they eyes of the entire Ferelden Order are not upon us.” He smirked, his normally smooth face dusted with a slight shadow from being unshaven.

“That is true, I have never done well in crowds.” She took a bite of her fresh bread.

“Nor have I. I was ten when my mother and father asked me to sing I front of the town as part of the Chantry. I was terrified. I have never enjoyed that attention.” He said.

“Now that is something I would have loved to see. A young Cullen Rutherford, in his best Chantry robes, singing at nearly the age when the voice can crack unexpectedly. I would have paid to see it.” She grinned.

“Don’t forget the crowds that throw rotten vegetables at you when you miss a note - I fed my family for a month with the tomatoes they threw.” He laughed.

Nyss liked that he laughed. He was loosening up, and she was slowly letting her guard down around him. She continued with her next thought.

“As a Nobel, I would go to Court with my parents. So many people fussing over you, so many people to impress with your looks and appearance. I hated it. One year my parents were asked to host - I was sixteen and expected to be part of the greeting party.” She smiled, “you can imagine what happened.”

“Did you run out mid way through and go to the stables to be with the horses?” He laughed.

Nyss stared at him, “That is exactly what I did.”

Cullen smiled at her, his amber eyes danced. “I really would expect nothing less.”

She continued to eat her breakfast and he told her what he had planned for the day.

“I was thinking, would you like to see the Templar Armory?”

“I would love to!” She said excitedly.

“Excellent, once you are done, we can go. I had already gotten permission from Greagoir to show you the area. He seems to appreciate your interest in such things. He definitely said ‘Not like most Nobels is she?’”

“Should I be flattered or offended?”

“Flattered, the ones we usually have to deal with can be so ornery.”

Nyss finished her breakfast and tied her boots. As they walked down a new hallway she studied the paintings in the wall.

“Is everything about Andraste here?” She asked.

“Well we are a Order founded on the Chantry, so I would have to say yes.” Cullen teased.

Nyss sighed, “I wish I believed more than I did. It must be comforting to have that faith.”

Cullen winced, “Sometimes, other times it can make a person angry. Why does he allow what he so hates? Like Mages. It gets confusing.”

Nyss could see he was not comfortable with the subject so she switched topics. “You know Emmy would love the armory. You should see her chain mail, it is absolutely beautiful.”

Cullen grinned and opened the giant door in front of them, they stepped in and he lit a torch.

The light from the torch beamed off of every piece of metal it could. Walls lined with armor, swords. Shields, bows, arrows. All gilded with gold and silver. Nyss took a deep breath, she had never seen so much weaponry in her life.

“This is amazing” she said picking up a Templar Sword.

“I agree. When you become a Templar they bring you here and you pick out your weapon of choice as well as get fitted for your armor.” Cullen reached down and picked up a Templar Helm that was sitting on a low shelf. He walked over to Nyss and placed it in her head.

“So I am a Templar now?” She giggled under the heavy steel helm.

“It would be fun having you around more. It would give me someone to talk to.” He blushed.

“Templar Nyssandra Visus Cousland!” She joked, “It sounds great, but I could never be part of something I do not fully agree with.”

Cullen took the helm off of her head and her hair softly tumbled out. “That is why I respect you My Lady.” He said pushing a lock out of her face.

She froze. It was a simple gesture, but one that made her cheeks turn pink.

They continued to poke around a bit more, and then Nyss remembered to ask him about the chapter missing from her book.

“Cullen, the book I borrowed from the Library, why is the a chapter on “The Harrowing” ripped out?”

“The Harrowing? Do you know what it is?”

“No that is why I’m confused.”

“Basically it’s the final test of an apprentice Mage. If they pass it, they become a full Circle Mage.”

“And if they don’t?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“My Lady, they are…” his voice trailed off. She could tell he didn’t want to say the words she knew he had too.

“They are murdered?” Her eyes became large and fearful.

“Well, yes and no. If they fail, they end up possessed and we have to end their life. So call it murder if you will but we call it controlling the outcome.” He looked to his feet and shifted uneasily.

Nyss blood got hot, but she knew it was not he who made the rules. She took a deep breath.

“Thank you for telling me.” She placed her hand on his arm. “I appreciate your truthfulness.”

Cullen looked at her and nodded. Nyss knew that he was becoming her friend all too easily and delivering these words hurt him. He didn’t want to see his new friend feel sad.

Nyss looked at his soft eyes, they reminded her of honey that had been left out in the air too long. Soft and sweet. Emmy would have agreed. She took her hand off his arm and walked to the other end of the Armory.

She studied the pictures on the walls, and picked up a cloak that was made from fine linen.

“Who uses this?” She asked, trying to break any tension.

“I am not sure, it is the first time I’ve seen it. It’s not Templar or Mage garb.” He felt the material. “It feels more like a traveling cloak.” He took it and wrapped it around Nyss shoulders.

It was warm and soft. It was made of fine light linen but it felt heavy at the same time. Nyss rubbed her neck on the side touching her. “It is lovely.”

Cullen looked at the woman in front of him. She was smart, jovial, she loved people. His heart beat faster. He wrapped her tighter in the cloak, and pulled up its hood around her alabaster face. He wanted to pull her in, feel her lips on his. Just once, to experience this new feeling he had in his heart.

He broke away from the thought quickly.

“If you’d like it, I think you should take it.”

“I can’t do that without permission.” She said.

“I give it to you. You need something to remember the Circle by, and if you plan on adventuring in this world, I think you need to start with the right cape.” He smiled.

Nyss looked down at herself. She was wearing brown trousers that were worn and weathered from her journey. Her tunic was greyed from the trip to the Circle, and her shoes were brown and mud covered. She loved having the cloak wrapped around her, it made her feel invisible.

“This is perfect. Thank you so much.” She wanted to hug him, but resisted.

Cullen could see her face beaming. He smiled at her. “We have been here for quite some time, let’s go get something to eat. It’s been a busy day.”

Nyss and Cullen made their way up through the Armory to the Great Hall and sat at their usual table.

Today, they had a few Templars join them. Nyss was happy to converse but she remembered what her father said about them. She had confidence in her Templar Guard, but not the others. However, she answered all the questions they asked of her.

“What is it like to go to Court?” A young man asked.

“How old are you?” Another questioned.

“Why do you protect Mages?” A grumpy Templar quizzed.

“How often do you study battle tactics as a Nobel Woman?”

The questions seemed to last a long time, but Nyss did her best to answer diplomatically and eloquently as she could. She may have hated crowds but she was decent at pretending she was good at it.

Once they ate and had their fill, Cullen asked Nyss “So, when do you want to duel?”

“Let’s go now!” She said excitedly

Cullen laughed. “I never though you’d be that excited.”

Nyss shrugged “I have to prove to you I’m not just another annoying privileged Nobel.”

“You really see yourself as such?”

“I do.”

Cullen smirked, “Trust me My Lady, if you truly were that, I would have not been so keen on conversation with you.”

Nyss smiled. Maybe she was being too hard on herself, she thought but it kept her humble.

The pair made their way out to the training yard by the Armory. It was a large covered area with training dummies and the ground had lots of straw. It had weapon racks as well as benches to sit on. There was shields, bows, arrows, swords. There was also scrawled across the wall “To Serve Man.” Nyss rolled her eyes then turned around and saw Cullen on the opposite side of the room.

“Since we are both not wearing heavy armor, we have to use these.” He passed her a wooden sword with a pad on the end. “That way you’ll only bruise instead of bleed.” He laughed.

“Nothing new to me!” She responded and took her place in front of him.

“Alrighty My Lady, there is only one rule, touch and it’s over.”

“Sounds good to me Ser.” Nyss took her battle stance as did Cullen.

Nyss crossed her feet over each other and continued to lead him in a circle around her in almost a dance like manner. Every time he would step forward she would step back. Every time she would parry he would block.

It was almost as if they were waltzing, perfectly in tune with one another. The sound of wood on wood echoed in the large room. Cullens brow started to glisten and Nyss started to wonder if we was trying to let her win.

Back and forth across the room they dueled. Finally she thought she had him. She turned quickly and slid under his arm turned to him and took a jab. The sound of wood on his metal shield. He was too fast.

“Ser you are a worthy opponent!” She smiled.

“As are you My Lady.” He grinned.

Finally Nyss tried a maneuver Fergus had taught her, she let Cullen parry at her and instead of blocking she swiftly moved out of the way, and rolled her back long his, turned and stabbed him in the arm.

Cullen laughed. “You did it! I was wondering when you’d get me.”

“You were waiting?” She asked.

“I see how well you have been trained, and you deserved the win.” He said happily.

“I was half expecting you to use your Templar talents on me.”

“My Lady, you’re not a Mage, so I really have nothing to use against you.” Cullen walked over to Nyss. “You really are good, I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Emmy and I worked hard to learn. I can dodge fire balls usually as well.” She cracked a smile.

They had dueled a few more times before deciding it was time to go to bed. Nyss enjoyed the challenge and Cullen finally learned her weakness. Once he realized she moved slower to the right than the left, he took full advantage and was able to beat her multiple times.

They left the training area and made their way back up to her room. The lights had gone out in the hallway, so she knew it was getting late into the night.

Nyss said goodnight to Cullen and walked to her bed. She put on her sleeping trousers, shirt and laid down in the soft pillowy escape of slumber. “Maker, help Emmy.” Was all she said.

As pondered her day, Nyss was overjoyed she got to demonstrate her skills. She felt like no one really cared if she could fight after all, so this made her proud.

Time had passed and she still couldn’t force herself to sleep. She tried her usual tricks of imagining stories, and counting Griffons, but Emmy seemed to be on her mind more than she could bear.

Finally, she decided if she could not sleep, she was going to go and watch the stars like she loved to do in Highever. She grabbed a blanket, a pillow and wrapped herself in the cloak Cullen had gifted to her. She slowly walked to the door and gently opened it.

She looked down the hall to the right, dark, but all clear. She turned her head to the left, dark, and - what was that? She squinted her eyes in the dim hallway. She moved closer and realized it was Cullen sleeping on a cot outside her door. His boots were sitting at the end of his bed, and he was wrapped up in a wool blanket.

Nyss smiled, ‘He really takes guarding me seriously.’ She thought as she silently moved past him. Once she was about 20 feet away she oriented herself in the hallway. She remembered where the balcony was that she and Cullen had played a chess on a few days prior.

The moonlight beamed through the Towers windows and lit her path. She made it to the balcony area and realized just how clear the night sky was.

She laid out her blanket, and her pillow. She wrapped the cloak tight around her and pulled up the hood. She then laid down on her back and faced the stars. They danced and sang to her. They twinkled and they swayed. Nyss figured out which stars were which and could figure out the direction of home from that balcony.

She smiled, ‘I’ve only been gone a short time and I miss them all.’ She thought. ‘I cannot imagine how Emmy or Ser Gilmore is feeling.’

Nyss laid there and reflected on the times she and her friend would do the same. It was a night like this, spring, warm with a slight breeze when she had first told Nyss about her love for Ser Gilmore. ‘She will never get to see him again.’ Nyss thought sadly. A tear rolled from her eye to her ear.

Nyss had become so absorbed in the sky that she didn’t notice the hurried footsteps approach her.

“My Lady? Nyssandra? Is that you?” A quiet voice called.

Nyss sat up and rested on her elbows. “Yes, it is me.”

“My Lady, you cannot roam about alone.” Cullen said relieved as he walked out of the shadow into the moonlight.

“I am sorry, you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”

Cullen ran his hand through his blonde hair. The moon light made it look like wheat touched by frost. “I was just worried.” He said sitting down beside her on the blanket. “I want no one to think you are planning anything. Give them no cause for doubt.”

“You mean trying to break her out?” She smiled, then laid back down. “No Ser Templar I have no intention of that. I understand what is happening.”

Cullen looked down at her, and laid back as well. She pulled the pillow from behind her so he could share it too.

Their heads touching, they looked up to the black sky.

“So what are we looking at?” He asked.

“The stars. We always did this together.”

“Do you know much about them?”

“I’m named after that constellation.” She pointed.

“You have to forgive me, but I see nothing.”

Nyss found his hand and wrapped her fingers around his, then used her index finger to point up and map the constellation.

“See there, the stars shaped like the eye and sword? That’s Visus. That’s my middle name.” She smiled.

“Why Visus?”

“My mother tells me that Andraste thought it was the eye of the Maker himself and used it to navigate.” She sighed and let go his grasp.

“Your mother really loves Andraste.” He smiled.

“Yea, she is a big admirer.” Nyss laid her arm down by her side and so did Cullen. The back of his hand touched hers and she felt a shock of nerves crawl up her arm and into her stomach. She took a short breath. ‘No. It cannot be.’ She shushed to her mind.

The breeze was lovely this night and it pushed the hood from Nyss face. Her hair moved to and fro. Cullen looked at her, and for the first time realized her scar.

“My Lady what happened to your neck?” He asked.

“Oh, my brother Fergus a few months back caught me with his sword. I’ve been able to hide it well, but I fear it will be with me forever.”

“But what happened?”

“We were practicing and I lost focus - it was a good lesson for me.” She shifted and raised her hand to her ear. “I got distracted and he clipped me.” She touched her scar. “It bled so badly, I was hoping no one would notice.”

“I think it makes you look enough more fierce.” He laughed.

Nyss smiled at him. She laid there a moment then asked, “If you didn’t become a Templar, what did you want to become?”

Cullen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I probably would have continued to be a farmer. To enlist in the military, and to have a family and a Mabari. I try not to think of it. I have given myself to the Maker and I feel as if I would be betraying him if I thought in any other way.”

Nyss understood. He was tied to the order, but she found it interesting that he did have ideas of how things could have gone.

“I have a Mabari, his name is Orli.” Nyss started to tell Cullen about her magnificent hound and all his quirks.

“He sounds fantastic, I would love to meet him.”

“When you take me to Highever I will introduce you.” She smiled. “He loves belly rubs.”

The night progressed during their discussion, as the sky started to bleed into the sunrise.

“I am so sorry, we have been talking all night. I did not realize just how late it was.” Nyss apologized.

“No harm, come get some rest, and we will make a plan for whenever you wake.” Cullen stood and offered her his hand. She got up and her body shivered. “You are cold, why didn’t you mention it?” He asked.

“Sorry I was just happy to have someone to talk to I completely forgot.”

Cullen stood there looking at her. She hadn’t worn shoes and was shivering, but the smile she gave him could light The Wilds on fire. He took her hands in his and proceeded to warm them up.

Nyss heart jumped. She was being touched by a man she barely knew but she thoroughly enjoyed it. Cullen was something different. He was all work, but had a soft underside of him. He smiled at her when he felt her flinch as he grabbed her hands.

“Sorry I never had…” and she trailed off.

“Hmm?” He sounded.

“I have never had a man touch my hands like this before. It makes me feel like I have lightening bolds running down my arms.” She said quietly.

Cullen looked at her hands and grinned. “I feel them too.”

He walked her back to her room and she laid on the bed. Nyss rolled over and could not stop her mind from thinking about him. ‘This is stupid, stop it.’ She kept telling herself.

Guilt overwhelmed her.

She should be thinking of Emmy, not her own strange feelings. She scrunched her eyes and fell into a deep sleep

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Certain parts of season 14 and 15 just rub me the wrong way. Everything about the shift when Mary dies again to set up conflict between Dean and Cas just doesn’t hit right. So here’s a new way I’d do it:

Jack still accidentally murders Mary, but after zipping around the Earth in a panic, he goes to Castiel. He has no fear that he’ll lose Cas over this. It’s Sam and Dean that he’s worried about. Especially Dean since he was horrible when he was born. Dean only more recently seemed like he really cared about him. He can’t mess this up. Jack brings Cas back to the house and explains what happened. 

We know Cas is a strategist and his mind would be in overdrive, because of course the Winchesters weren’t going to be okay with any of this. Hell, he’s barely keeping it together. Mary was his friend. But, Jack is his child and responsibility. And he loves him too much to let him suffer. So he devises a plan: Nick was trying to summon Lucifer from the Empty. He was succeeding. Jack and Mary were trying to stop him and Lucifer obliterated Mary. Jack wasn’t quick enough but he was able to send Lucifer back into the Empty and in a rage killed Nick. Now Jack is panicking because it’s still his fault, but not his fault. It’s Nick and Lucifer’s. And Jack while being mostly soulless is still a bit hesitant to weave such a lie to their family, but he agrees. Cas reassures him that the Winchesters will be devastated, but they’ll understand better this way. As a family, all of them will be able to grieve and move on eventually. Because: Nick shouldn’t have done what he did. It was high tension and everyone was upset, and it was inevitable an accident happened. It was just a terrible accident. 

Distraught, Jack asks if there’s anything they can do to fix things? If they can bring Mary back? If they had a body....maybe. This leads Jack to want to see Rowena to see if she could just bring Mary back. They decide to try, but stick to the story. Cas gets zapped back to his truck and Jack goes to Rowena. So we have the similar situation where Jack in a panic tries to force Rowena to fix things and she tries, but also still tips off the Winchesters. Still the magic doesn’t work and Jack is scared. Sam and Dean get to the house and are a mess trying to make heads or tails of the mess. Automatically the blame is on Jack. They’ve been worried about his soul. He must have gone completely dark side. And we’ll note that Dean is the one crawling out of his skin pacing and ranting. Sam is more withdrawn. Jack flies into Cas’ truck when he’s almost there. Cas goes into the house first. He tells Jack to wait in the truck. Cas bars the doorway with his body while he tries to explain the ‘tale’ Jack told him in the car and how devastated he is over Mary and terrified of what they, Sam & Dean, will do next. 

Dean believes Cas. It’s Cas. His anger rolls into grief & tears. His mom died. How did he get here where he has to bury her again. Cas comforts Dean with soft touch and words. He’s sorry. He’s so sorry. Cas gives into his own grief a bit. It’s Sam that continues to stand there in quiet rage. It’s like his whole lifetime of trauma is torn open again. And now there’s this new angry wound that’s only festered since Amara brought Mary back. Yes, he should be grateful that he’s gotten to know her at all, but.....it was never right. She never stayed long enough to really know him. Emotionally her bond with Dean was always stronger. He was always just a fly on the wall. She was his mom too. And now...even Cas is crying more than him. When the hell was she ever anything to him? Sam’s anger spirals, but he’s trying to keep it down. He keeps going over the house there. Something about everything isn’t sitting right with him. There’s something off. He knows it. 

So with the funeral and going home to the bunker, things feel flipped. Jack and Cas were most worried about Dean, but it’s Sam they should be worried about. Dean is angry and upset, but he’s not blaming Jack. He’s actually trying to be there for Jack. This development has Cas over the moon, because this is all he ever wanted. For them to be a family. While Dean fell into the cycle of his father’s anger when Cas died s12/13....this time he’s being what he/John should have been. And Sam is the one sinking into John’s cycle of anger. Sam’s the one drinking a bit more. He’s quiet, but there’s an anger that’s clearly there. He’s distancing himself from Jack and Cas. Eventually he blows up and admits that he blames Jack and his soullessness. For all they know he hurt her / let her get hurt purposely. Which gets Cas angry and Sam flat out admits that he doesn’t trust Cas’ word. Something feels off to him, and this isn’t the first time Cas has tried to go behind their backs. He has quite the history of it. 

This causes Sam, Dean, and Cas to go at it yelling. Jack overhears some and blames himself for ruining everything again. He’s been nothing but trouble for their family. Maybe it would be better if he just left. So he does. This ties us back to Jack being manipulated by Heaven. Dean and Cas are out trying to find him. All ties back in to Jack goes home and finds Sam alone in the bunker. And it’s easy to fall back into the trust Jack has always had with Sam. He’s always had Jack’s back. And he manipulates Jack, telling him that they’ve worked out a spell to bring Mary back. They altered the malak box spell work to harness and focus Jack’s powers. It should be enough. Dean and Cas will be back any minute with Rowena. Jack eagerly believes him and does as he’s told. Jack gets in the box and he stares up at Sam nervous. Sam tells him that there’s nothing to worry about anymore. Cas told them everything. They can fix things now. And Jack looks at him confused, everything? Sam presses that yes, Cas explained how it was an accident. Jack breathes a sigh of relief and then crumbles into tears, how he didn’t mean to. He asked her to stop, but she wouldn’t give him a moment to breathe and then..it was an accident. He didn’t mean to hurt her. And cold as ice Sam goes, I know, and closes the lid. Locking the box. 

It’s a while before Dean and Cas make it back. Jack has enough time to completely unravel in his grief, and anger, and realization that Sam lied and tricked him. Everyone keeps manipulating him and lying. Dean and Cas get back and start arguing with Sam. Just like in the show, Jack breaks out and leaves. Sam still goes into it explaining the truth he got from Jack. Cas LIED. He covered up Mary’s death. He’s known the truth all along. Dean refuses to believe Sam. He’s mistaken. 

Things roll into Moriah and Jack makes it so no one can lie. And because of that the truth finally comes out of Cas’ mouth. And Dean breaks. He tells Cas that he’s dead to him. Cas leaves to look for Jack on his own. Dean’s fury goes in on Jack. He never should have gotten attached. Jack was always a monster. All of this rolls into Chuck’s return and manipulation. He pushes Dean to kill Jack. And the puzzle pieces click into place for Sam. He realizes how much this is all a game to Chuck. Chuck pulled the strings to make every bad thing that’s happened in his life happen just for his own entertainment: Mom, their childhood, dad’s shitty parenting, Jess, demon deals, demon blood, Dean going to Hell, Ruby, the apocalypse, visions, unanswered prayers, EVERYTHING..... Chuck’s newest episode of entertainment was causing Jack to accidentally kill Mary and have to live with the consequences of losing his only family over it. Sam’s anger goes directly into Chuck. 

He needs to get to Dean. Meanwhile Dean finds Cas and Jack in the cemetery. Cas gets between them and tries to talk Dean down. Dean is shaking with fury. He’s never been this mad before. He hated Jack for being born and getting Cas killed, and then he grew to love the kid as family, and he hates him for making him feel this much. He killed his mom, and lied about it. Cas tries to explain that he was trying to protect all of them. He was trying to maintain their family. Dean coldly goes, there’s no family here to maintain. I’m a hunter. Saving people and hunting monsters is the family business, and....I see two monsters in front of me. And he holds the equalizer up, shakily. Jack sends Cas flying so he can approach Dean. He understands what Dean has to do. He accepts it and he’s sorry. Jack gets on his knees and waits. Dean can’t quite do it. He’s trying.

Sam and Chuck get there. Sam starts yelling how Chuck set this whole thing up. Chuck is trying to make Dean do this...for his own entertainment. And everything rolls back into what the actual show did. Dean can’t kill Jack and Sam shoots Chuck. Everything continues to roll similarly as s15 did, but the divorce arc is leaning heavily on Dean is angry about Cas betraying him. 

#spn #save #i hope this makes sense because i haven't reread it yet. i'm just seeing these ideas tie together in a painful vision

[bluejayblueskies]

10 for the hug prompts with JonMartin? 🥺

touches prompt list

10 - hiding their face in the other’s neck

a no-fears au where jon and martin are in an established relationship! cw for nausea and a brief mention of vomiting (doesn't actually occur)

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Jon doesn’t do roller coasters.

It is not, despite what Tim says when he thinks Jon isn’t listening, because he’s a, quote, ‘old man at heart’ and doesn’t know how to have fun. In theory, Jon is actually rather fond of roller coasters. He’d watched a documentary once about the design of them, and it had been rather fascinating.

It’s not because Jon doesn’t like roller coasters. It’s…

Well. It’s probably more accurate to say that roller coasters don’t like him. Specifically, his sense of equilibrium and his digestive system. Pills help somewhat, if he remembers to take them, but the fact of the matter is that he’s much more likely to leave the ride with a feeling of intense nausea than of exhilaration. He just… gets motion sick. No way around it. He always sits in the front seat of cars, ensures that he’s in a forward-facing train seat at all times, rarely travels by boat, and… avoids roller coasters.

The fact that he is currently standing in the queue for a particularly large and particularly frightening-looking roller coaster is not, therefore, due to his overwhelming love for them. It is instead entirely due to his overwhelming love for the man standing next to him, eyes bright and excited as he explains the history of this particular roller coaster. His hand is warm and soft in Jon’s, and their clasped hands swing absently back and forth as they slowly inch forward in the queue. His curls are a shock of auburn against the sky, and when he laughs and squeezes Jon’s hand, Jon forgets his anxiety entirely for a moment, lost in a wave of affection and fondness.

“—and because it’s the twenty-fifth anniversary of the ride,” Martin says with a wide grin, “it’ll be running backward today! Well, all season, I- I suppose, but we’re here today, so…”

Jon has never been on a roller coaster that’s traveled backward. It does… not sound appealing.

“That’s… very exciting,” Jon says with a smile, trying to make the words sound as genuine as possible. Because he is a coward. Or, perhaps, just very in love. Maybe both.

It’s just… Martin had been so excited when he’d dropped the amusement park tickets in front of Jon a few weeks ago. And in the four months or so that they’ve been dating, Jon has found it increasingly hard to say things that will cause that wide, unabashed smile on Martin’s face to dim even in the slightest. So Jon had discretely taken several motion sickness pills before they’d left that morning and had told himself that there were plenty of other things to do at an amusement park besides roller coasters and spinning rides and other things that make it their personal mission to tie Jon’s stomach into knots.

And then Martin had spent the entire train ride rambling about the various roller coasters and how he’d always wanted to go to an amusement park but he’d never been able to find the time or the money before and how he’s never been on a roller coaster but they look so fun, and Jon just… hadn’t been able to tell him.

It’ll be fine, he tells himself as they finally reach the front of the queue, the brightly colored cars sitting empty in front of them. It’ll be… completely, totally fine. Nothing to worry about.

They sit a few rows from the front. The click of the restraints makes Jon’s stomach squeeze with nerves, and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He doesn’t realize that he’s gripping the bar in front of him with white knuckles until Martin says gently, “Hey. Is… everything okay?”

No, but it’s certainly too late to change my mind now, Jon does not say.

“Yes,” Jon says, loosening his grip with considerable effort. It’s fine. “Just… b-been a while since I was on one of these.”

Technically not a lie.

“Oh!” Martin gives him a soft smile that makes his heart stutter in his chest. “Well, it’ll be a… new experience for both of us then, I suppose.”

The car jerks into motion, and Jon’s hands tighten instinctively on the bar again. It’s a… disconcerting effect, to be moving backward rather than forward, and one that Jon is decidedly not fond of. They exit the staging area and begin to climb up the first of the many, many hills Jon had eyed warily from their place in the queue. Jon looks straight ahead and does not look down and tries to breathe through his nose.

A warm hand covers his, and Jon looks over to see Martin watching him, that same soft smile on his lips. Martin squeezes gently, and Jon relaxes, just a fraction.

Then, the car tips over the peak of the hill and begins to accelerate, and Jon’s world blurs into a mess of colors and sensations.

The only part of the ride that Jon enjoys is the fact that it’s over quickly. By the time the car rolls to a halt—after a terrifying sequence of loops and drops and harsh curves and tight spirals—Jon feels as if his insides have been scooped out, stuffed in a washing machine, tumble dried, and then pushed back into him at all the wrong angles. Martin’s hand is still gripping his, somehow, and it remains there as they exit the car and make their way down the ramp and into the main thoroughfare. Jon’s legs feel boneless, like they’re made of jelly, and he is deeply afraid that if he opens his mouth, he is going to empty the contents of his stomach onto the pavement below.

Gentle hands are on Jon’s shoulders then, and Jon finds himself guided onto a metal bench just a few meters away from the exit ramp. Jon tries to protest that he’s fine—they have limited time here and he doesn’t need to take a break—but his stomach rolls and he pinches his lips shut before he manages to form a single word. When a hand settles on his upper back and presses down gently, he finally gives in to the urge to bend over and tuck his head between his knees in an effort to alleviate some of the lingering vertigo.

“Breathe, Jon,” Martin says, and Jon does. He takes a few deep breaths, and when a particularly powerful wave of nausea overtakes him, he can’t help the groan that escapes him. “I know,” Martin says softly, moving his hand in soothing circles on Jon’s back. “Just keep breathing, Jon. We can get some water in a bit, just… for now, let’s sit.”

Jon is too nauseous to be properly embarrassed by the coddling. That situation changes quickly as the minutes pass and Jon’s stomach begins to settle. After what must be nearly ten minutes, the nausea has faded entirely, but Jon keeps his head between his knees so he doesn’t have to look at Martin’s face.

“Feeling any better?” Martin prompts, and Jon lets out a slow breath. He nods once, and—with the help of Martin’s hand on his arm—straightens slowly, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground as he does so.

“Sorry,” he says, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear him over the din of the crowd.

“You don’t have to apologize for- for feeling sick,” Martin says. He rubs a thumb against Jon’s arm and says, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- I didn’t think… it would be this bad?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jon sees Martin give him a look that very clearly expresses his skepticism.

Jon sighs and puts his head in his hands again. “I just… didn’t want to disappoint you, I suppose.”

Martin is, of course, sharper than Jon gives him credit for sometimes. “Because I said I’d never had the chance to go on a roller coaster before?”

Jon nods miserably. “I-in my defense, I thought you would start with something significantly less… gravity-defying.”

“Jon,” Martin says, kindly and patiently yet with a chastising edge to it. “You could have waited by the exit.”

“I—I didn’t…” Jon feels the tips of his ears grow warm. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

“Oh,” Martin says, his voice pitched a touch higher than normal. “That’s… um, r-really sweet, actually.”

Jon is glad that Martin can’t see his face because he’s sure whatever expression would have crossed it just then would have been utterly sappy and mortifying.

“B-but I—I don’t want you to make yourself sick on my account,” Martin hastens to say. “There are loads of other things to do here. W-we don’t have to ride the roller coasters.”

Jon uncovers his face and looks at Martin. “But you want to ride the roller coasters.”

Martin worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he says, “I… also want to spend time with you, Jon. D-doing things we both want to do, not… not just me.”

Jon stares at Martin and thinks, not for the first time, that he loves him. But it’s still too early to say it, probably, and he’s certainly not going to do so sitting on a sticky metal bench surrounded by children and tired-eyed parents. So all he says, in the end, is, “If… if you’re sure.”

Martin takes Jon’s hand in his and squeezes gently. “I am.” Then, he gives Jon a wide, soft smile that has Jon’s stomach twisting all over again. “So. What do you do at amusement parks, then?”

Jon flushes. But Martin doesn’t laugh at him when he mumbles that he’s actually quite fond of carousels. Instead, he takes Jon’s hand and walks with him across the park—staying away from the more crowded sections, stopping to buy some horrendously overpriced bottles of water on their way—until they’re standing in front of the carousel, painted in lovely pastel blues and yellows.

Jon, for a moment, feels self-conscious and more than a bit childish. But then Martin squeezes his hand and says, without a hint of teasing, “So, what animal do you prefer?” and the tension in Jon’s shoulders melts away in an instant.

Jon learns that Martin likes the classic horses, manes painted gold and plastic saddles a bright cherry red. (And Martin is entirely unsurprised to find that Jon chooses the cat, every time.) He learns, as they continue to explore the amusement park, that Martin likes caramel apples but hates how they get stuck in his teeth. (He purchases one anyway, rolled in peanuts and little rainbow sprinkles, that gives Jon a toothache just looking at it.) He learns that Martin does not appreciate his explanation that the monsters on the haunted house ride are ‘just dummies’ and ‘obviously fake’ and ‘really, Martin, that’s not even the correct number of bones in a human skeleton.’ (Though he secretly treasures the way that Martin clings to his side in the car and hides his face in Jon’s neck, his curls tickling the sensitive skin just underneath Jon’s chin.)

And Martin, apparently, learns that Jon is strangely good at midway games.

“You know those things are totally rigged, right?” Martin says, staring at Jon in disbelief as he tries and fails to adjust his grip on the frankly enormous plush teddy bear the midway worker had begrudgingly surrendered to him. And the medium-sized plush cat he’d won earlier. And the dozen or so little plushies and trinkets and accessories he’d acquired along the way. “You’re not supposed to be able to win.”

“Yes, well.” Jon gives up on trying to find a comfortable way to carry his prizes and extends the massive teddy toward Martin. “I suppose I’m just… lucky.”

He is certainly not going to admit that he spent a good three days researching what to do on a carnival date, came to the conclusion that it would be romantic to win an enormous stuffed animal for Martin, and committed himself to memorizing which games were easiest to win and what strategies he should employ in order to have the best chance at success. That would be… well. A bit much, he thinks. Best to just… not mention it.

Martin carries the teddy all the way back to his flat, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink whenever an occasional curious glance is thrown in their direction. It’s only once they get there and Martin tries to pass the plushie back to Jon with a sheepish, “Suppose I better give this back now,” that Jon realizes he had… indeed not been very clear about his intentions.

“It’s… for you, actually,” Jon says, ignoring the way his cheeks are growing steadily warmer. Then, Jon takes a breath and pushes the rest of the plushies rather unceremoniously into Martin’s arms, save for the cat which he’s… grown rather attached to in their short acquaintanceship. “Th-they all are. Er. F-for you.”

“O-oh.” Martin looks down at the collection of brightly colored things in his arms, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. “I—I… really?”

Jon hugs the cat tightly to his chest, feeling something like embarrassment curl in his stomach. “I-if you don’t want them, I—I can—”

“No!” Martin says quickly, curling his arms protectively around the plushies. “I—I do. W-want them.” He looks down at the teddy sitting by his feet, then up at Jon with a warm, shy smile on his face. “Th-thanks, Jon.”

I love him, I love him, I love him.

Jon nods, pinches his lips together, and tries to keep his affection contained. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, after all. That’s… something he’s not meant to do, he thinks.

Then, when they’re both lying in bed and Martin’s chest is pressed against Jon’s back, his arm curled around Jon’s middle and his nose buried in Jon’s hair, Martin murmurs, “I love you,” and Jon’s breath catches in his throat.

“I… I love you too,” he whispers. And it’s such an easy thing to say that Jon wonders why he’d ever worried at all.

Martin makes a sleepy, contented noise, burrowing closer and wrapping Jon more tightly in his arms. And because he can—he can, he can, Martin said it first, so he can—Jon says again, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear it: “I love you.”

The words are sweet on his tongue, like candy floss and funnel cakes and caramel apples.

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[fernweh-writes]

Can I request the slashers with a reader with really watery eyes and whenever he/she/they blink it looks like their crying but their not and cause of that they constantly need water to drink? I have to deal with this when the pollens really bad where I live and I swear I'd be rich if i gain a dollar eachtime someone asks if I'm ok

Allergies are the worst as it is I can’t imagine having to deal with my eyes watering 24/7. Sorry this took so long to get to!

-Fern🌿

S/O With Bad Allergies

Michael Myers

Michael has a pretty good immune system and has never dealt with bad allergies. Guess he just got lucky. So seeing your eyes water so much just because of the pollen kind of freaks him out.

At first, he genuinely thought that you were crying. His first thought was that he was fixing to have to quickly take care of a new victim, assuming that someone has messed with you.

After you catch him staring though you quickly figure that he’s worried. You’ll have to reassure him multiple times that it’s just your allergies and that he won’t have to hunt anyone down today.

Still doesn’t believe that you aren’t crying until it continues over the course of a few days. Then he figures that it’s best to not let you get dehydrated. It may seem like Michael is never around but you’ll be finding glasses of water all over the house. It’s his way of reminding you to drink water.

Bo Sinclair

When Bo first catches you dabbing at your eyes with a tissue, of course his first thought is that you’re crying. His first instinct is to turn and run. Bo does care about you but he doesn’t handle crying people very well and all he can think about at that moment is making a getaway.

Sadly, you catch him before he can bolt. “Hey, Bo, do we have any more tissues? My allergies are killing me and my eyes won’t stop leaking.”

You have no clue how relived he is that your eyes are just watering from allergies and you’re not bawling. He can handle allergies better than he can crying, so don’t worry, Bo to the rescue!

When he brings you a box of tissues he also makes sure to bring you a bottle of water. Although his thoughts are less about you getting dehydrated from your eyes watering and more of just knowing that it’s good to drink water when you’re sick.

Vincent Sinclair

I still believe that Vincent has a lot of medical knowledge. So when he catches you wiping away at your eyes even though you’re not sobbing or sniffling he puts two and two together pretty quickly.

Because of this, he’s also pretty well at handling the situation. He’ll quickly return with allergy meds, a box of tissues, and of course water. Louisiana is already hot, he can’t have you getting dehydrated because of your allergies.

He keeps his brothers from giving you weird looks and asking questions as well. Vincent knows he hates being stared at and wouldn’t want his brothers to make you feel the same way. Besides, even if you were crying it’s none of their business.

Your his so it’s job to worry over you and take care of you not his brothers. Expect him to keep you close to him until you recover a little bit. He may be just a little bit possessive over you.

Brahms Heelshire

You freak him out a little bit when he first witnesses the symptoms of your allergies. Brahms has lived a very sheltered life and hasn’t been exposed to anyone being very sick so it’s something new for him.

When you reassure him that you’re not crying it’s just your allergies he’s just even more confused honestly. You’re really telling him plants made you cry? Brahms may be smart when it comes to literature and history but he’s hopeless with anything science related.

Still he does his best to help you out. He’ll be more lenient with the rule following and the schedule. Brahms might even be sweet enough to let you sleep in and rest some.

He’ll be easily frustrated by the fact you’re not taking care of him like normal though. Because of this you can still expect the occasional tantrum, however, luckily for you, it’s not directed at you and it’s Brahms not knowing how to deal with his frustration.

Thomas Hewitt

When he sees you and thinks you’re crying he freaks out. Immediately begins wondering what happened. Did you get hurt? Are you injured? Did Hoyt or Monty do something to you?

After explaining to him that you’re just dealing with really bad allergies he immediately takes you to Luda Mae. She always takes care of everyone when they’re sick, so surely she’ll know how to help you.

She’ll give you tea and send you up to bed to get some rest. Sends Thomas to keep an eye on you and makes sure he gets you to drink plenty of water. It’s already easy to get dehydrated in the Texas weather, much less with your eyes watering like crazy.

Thomas will stay by your side the entire time to make sure that you’re okay, fetching you anything you need or want. He’s worried sick about you and just wants you to feel better and not look so sad and miserable.

Billy Loomis

He’s scared of emotions and while he can play the part of very concerned boy next door type of boyfriend he really wants nothing more than to get the hell away before you notice him.

Even once you explain to him that no you’re not crying, he’s still not going to be much help. If you needed him to murder fight someone for you, then he could help. But a really bad case of allergies? Sorry, you’re on your own.

Still, if you insist of going somewhere he’s watching over you like a hawk. Billy will deter anyone from asking you if you’re okay, knowing that you hate being confronted about crying when really your eyes just won’t stop watering.

Still, he’s not stupid and pretty much forces you to drink water. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to affection from him during this. He’s trying his best okay.

Stu Macher

Stu was most likely rambling on about who knows what when he looks up and you’re wiping away at all the tears on your face. The best response he can think of is a very uninterested, “what are you crying about?”

Much like Billy he’s not much help besides making sure you drink plenty of water.

He’s also more likely to make fun of you that anyone else. Billy keeps people from asking questions or making fun while Stu is the one asking questions and bullying you. He loves you but he’s not going to pass up the chance to pick on you.

Of course, he’ll stop if you tell him that it bother you but if you don’t speak up he’ll go on and on. If someone else tries to make fun of you though, then he just might start a fight. He can make fun of you, anyone else just has a death wish.

Asa Emory

Again, doesn’t do emotions. Asa doesn’t see himself as an emotional person and doesn’t do good at comforting others or dealing with their emotions. So when he sees what he thinks to be crying he’s going to try his hardest to sneak away.

Asa can be very awkward when it comes to trying to take care of you. He’s not sure what to do considering having a relationship with anyone is very foreign to him.

Still, you’re his responsibility and it’s his job to take care of you so he’ll do his best. Asa sends you constant reminders throughout the day to drink water so that you don’t get dehydrated. It’s best if you listen, cause even if he isn’t home all day, he’ll know. Asa always knows.

Jesse Cromeans

As soon as Jesse spots you he rushes over to figure out what’s wrong. Scooping you up into his arms, he’ll be checking over you to make sure you’re not injured.

Once you explain to him that it’s just your allergies he’s still going to be a big mother hen about the whole ordeal. Have you drank water? You can’t get dehydrated! You haven’t taken your allergy meds? He’ll stand over you to make sure that you take them.

He’s very protective so if he feels the need to he’ll have his medical team check in on you to make sure that it is just your allergies. Jesse just hates seeing you be miserable and will do anything in his power to help you.

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