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mlobsters · 7 months

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supernatural s9e9 holy terror (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad bruckner)

embarrassing but even though i've read a lot of fic for seasons i haven't watched yet, i didn't even consider until that recap put those bits side by side (angels conning people into saying yes + ezekial) that the angel inside sam was like. up to no good in some fashion?? LOL. me n dean. i think i even know the bad angel's name because i've definitely seen it mentioned in fic 😂🤪 this is like how i was kind of on sam's side about ruby, like i know she's up to something but we can make this work!! haha

SAM No, it's more than Vesta! I mean, this kind of thing's been happening to me. Like, like, there are chunks of time just … missing. Like there are times when I'm… not here.

💔 sam has a lot of reasons to worry about the state of his mental health, mad at dean, mad at the show. etc etc.

DEAN Yeah, because … damn straight the trials. They whacked you, man. You're not up to warp speed yet, okay? But you will be. Would I lie?

more mad at the show/dean. like, why make him say that. why make sam feel that way, doubting himself and trusting dean when he shouldn't. a pal said it was the righteous man's turn to fuck up now and dean's doubling down

literally just yelled "oh COME ON" i forgot about this. it was in the recap, but i already forgot. dean made that face and i was like, did he lie about something? i can't remember that either.

heaven politics have my brain glazing over yet again

other than giving dean the much needed turn to fuck up and need to grovel and beg for forgiveness, the only thing i like about this ezekial situation is dean's increasingly flustered reactions to him popping in

CASTIEL It is so good being together again. You know, this is my first beer as a human. I hope it's okay, me joining you? SAM Why wouldn't it be okay?

i'm happy that sam's happy to have cas around, and i feel like he'd have reason to be not happy with cas but honestly i have no idea where things were left between them. i lose track when it's a plotline every several episodes.

EZEKIEL-IN-SAM I told you. When I chose to answer your prayers and heal Sam, I chose sides. That means I'm not in good standing with certain angels. DEAN Okay, well, you know what? Cas isn't in good standing with any angel, all right? But here he is, ass on the line, fighting the fight. So tell me, what makes you so special?

what indeed! dean and i are both idiots 😂

METATRON Well, I'm really looking forward to this. EZEKIEL-IN-SAM Excuse me? METATRON Oh, please. I know who you really are. And it isn't Ezekiel. NOT-EZEKIEL-IN-SAM looks constipated.

got another funny transcription, thank you. gadreel reveal??? i'm going to be way less impressed with myself when it's someone else

CASTIEL You said the angel, Ezekiel, helped heal him. DEAN (looks down, avoiding the question) Look, I got to do anything I can to get him back. Now, if that means that we keep our distance from you for a little while, then... Then I don't have a choice. I don't feel good about it, but I don't have a choice. It's great to have your help, Cas. Okay, but we just can't work together. CAS looks sad.

understatement! good job dean, made him make the sad wet kitten face.

METATRON And yet you spent countless thousands of years locked in Heaven's darkest dungeon. And now you're hiding in this human, posing as Ezekiel.

i did not know that! i know nothing about gadreel just bad+sam. lol (and yet that wasn't enough of a clue!!)

METATRON And so … Plan "B." Rebuild Heaven as the place God envisioned it, only with a handpicked few. No more anemic functionaries like Bartholomew. And no more stupid angels. (consideringly) Maybe some funny ones.

i'm not down with calling cas stupid, and i don't know if this was meant to be a little shade on cas per se, but i did appreciate it nonetheless. because cas consistently makes the worst decisions. but he was funny there for a bit! let's go back to that

LOL this framing he looks like the big robot

the day the earth stood still (2008)

GADREEL-IN-SAM Humans do seem chaotic, Metatron. METATRON Which makes them fascinating, but... All that emotion. Geez. And the wasted energy. It's just... exhausting. GADREEL-IN-SAM I know. Sam Winchester... It is a mess in here. And the brother – I do not know where to start.

low hanging fruit but i'll take it

snorted.

pretty shot

wanna know a secret? i force myself to pay attention to the goings-on with cas and make sure i include bits of it whenever he's around only because he has such a large presence in fandom's mind. otherwise i kind of tune him out like i do the political machinations. he's around more than people like jody, his storylines never make much sense because he just makes the most batshit decisions, they talk about his relationship with dean more than they ever show it. it's such a weird combo. it's like we're all pretending he has a bigger part in the story than he ever does on screen. but we (the show) talk about it, and the fandom talks about what the show talks about. i may be too high for this thought process

see i forget about kevin too! and i like kevin. i love how completely fucking over this all he is. but he keeps plugging away, forgotten, somewhere.

no pressure. just a bunch of kids died too.

was cas trying to get caught? i'm confused

????? okay. needed to fill that torture quota

CASTIEL I've explained in detail. I don't know how Metatron's spell worked. Therefore, I can't assist in reversing it. I was an unwitting accomplice. MALACHI Ohhh. A dupe. The great Castiel. Valued and trusted Castiel. Top-of-the-Christmas-tree Castiel. No more than a dupe.

MALACHI Just following your example, Castiel. How many did you kill in Heaven? How many in the Fall? Oh, you didn't know? A host of angels died when they fell – Azrael, Sophia, Ezekiel

i was like, he got you there, cas! about the following your example thing but now cas finds out about not-ezekial, ok

i am so confused. cas sucking this dude's grace out

very domestic and sweet.

CASTIEL I… I did what I had to. I became what they've become. A barbarian.

i mean, not the first time, amirite

all right, dean and i got with the program, not-ezekial==bad.

DEAN You're gonna have to trust me, okay, trust that I told you everything that I can for now. Can you do that? KEVIN I always trust you. (DEAN nods.) And I always end up screwed. DEAN Oh, come on. Always? Not always.

cute cute. kevin's fun

i compulsively screenshot the bunker too because i'd like to try to understand the layout but i'm useless at it. i should just cheat and look it up. anyway, what's up with the weird bathroom vanity sinks in not-bathroom rooms. one in the kitchen, one in the war room place

s8e15 (mentioned it here too :p)

DEAN (hurriedly) No, you don't. I mean messed you up like almost dead. No more birthdays, dust to dust. Well, that messed me up, so I made a move, okay, a tough move about you without talking it over because you were in a coma.

oh, dean.

DEAN I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way. SAM (sighs) So... Again. You thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over! DEAN No, I did what I had to do! You would've never agreed to it, and you would've died. SAM Well, maybe I would've liked the choice, at least. DEAN We can do this – later. You can – you can kick my ass all you want. Right now, we got bigger problems.

i can feel that longstanding frustration-rage bubbling up that's so particular to a familial relationship

oh, gadreel fooled me too. i thought maybe he popped back in because dean was too slow.

and i knew kevin died (only recently read something that mentioned it, i generally avoid stuff around the time period i'm watching when reading but oops) but like. anticlimactic? :\ and as always, ALWAYS just when i start to really enjoy a side character they get killed off. womp womp. at least i didn't cry, that's something

instead i just sighed because "trust me, kevin" and "i always end up screwed :)" so now dean's gonna feel guilty. he's already feeling guilty enough, did we need that too? when they push too hard on the excessive dean whump, i get annoyed. like the whole 4 months=40 years, i enjoyed torturing people, etc. edgelord bullshit :P

the single tear of man pain has returned

bring it on (2000)

what i think of every time

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x09 #bring it on #spn 8x15 #kevin tran #rip kevin #the day the earth stood still #eugenie ross leming #brad buckner #spn bunker

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musicaldamage · 7 days

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So having watched the vbw Falco musical recently. Rock Me Amadeus. I have Thoughts™

[ID: the mostly empty Ronacher theatre's auditorium seen from the 2nd floor on the right side. the stage is hidden behind a sort-of wall barrier curtain thing made of squares, some of which are reflective. the "Rock Me Amadeus" logo and an image of Moritz Mausser in character as Falco are projected onto it. Surrounding the stage there are a number of variously-shaped angular mirrors lined with glowing light. (additionally there's my partner's hand forming the peace sign on the right side of the image)]

side note I am irrationally annoyed that the squares of the logo don't line up with the squares of the curtain thing WHAT are they doing

Spoilers and further opinions under the cut

- The cast is stellar. Moritz Mausser is absolutely 100% brilliant, Katharina Gorgi's voice is beautiful, and Alex Melcher is there so that's in some ways already enough for me personally really. though he only really shows up in the 2nd act which is a bit sad. to me

but his presence is good bc. well. a lot of the things I generally value in a musical are kinda meh in this one tbh

- the music is fine! it's mainly Falco songs obviously, which I've been mostly neutral about so far but there definitely are some bangers, and, well, Moritz and Alex singing them sure is a point in favour. the additional songs written specifically for the musical are... I don't think they're bad, mostly, but they have a completely different vibe that doesn't really fit in with the rest. and. actually, some of them are bad. in my opinion. extremely cheesy. what's that doing there. one of them is hella catchy but the chorus lyrics sound like it's for kindergarden, two are just incredibly generic and boring and did I mention cheesy?

- Starting out with calling the day of Falco's death "the day the music died" sure is a claim. nothing to do with whoever is in charge at the vbw being weirdly patriotic (stares at the general Austria(ns) theme of quite a number of vbw musicals)

- Similarly his first sentence "In Wien musst erst sterben, bevor sie dich hochleben lassen" ("In Vienna you gotta die before they celebrate you") which sounds nice and dramatic and all but. come on. dude was #1 in international charts very much during his lifetime. they talk about this in the musical itself. he complains on stage about how the fame and stuff bothers him. where's the dying first part huh Hansi.

- Alex. listen I am stupidly into that guy's whole vibe. his everything. his voice is my favourite kind of male voice and his hair in combination with his entire profile and the lineof his stupid neck make me feel some kind of way. I wanna grab that hair and pull his head back like that one Sandman scene you know the one.

This one. also his tattoos and his absolutely deranged energy and willingness to just go off and do insane things rolling around on the floor. and then suddenly look like an innocent child in awe at seeing snow for the first time of his life. this tangent of Alex Melcher stanning has gone on long enough we'll return to our regularly scheduled musical discussion now

- They're simultaneously trying to make Falco a sympathetic figure while also showing him behaving like a dick. it seems to work bc the audience laughs and gets Emotional but. idk maybe it's me but the "I behave like an egoistic dick to everyone around me including my wife but it's ok bc I'm Misunderstood and actually very Deep and Emotional and I love my wife and need her to keep me sane and also I'm marionetted against my will by my Dark Impulses" shtick is sort of... you can't have him throw his wife to the ground and give zero fucks about her and then half an hour later at his funeral or wake or idk play a quote of him saying "I never hurt anyone other than myself" and have someone else call him empathic and sensitive and expect me to take that seriously and... look maybe I'd like it better if the jokes weren't so incredibly lame

- Female roles?? what's that. there's two (2) that get a name on the cast list (his wife and his mum). one (1) of them gets addressed by name on stage (Isabella, the Wife. his mum is Maria but only if you look at the cast list or the programme). Isabella's role is Sexy Lady turned Caring Wife and Mother who finally Leaves. the mum's role is Nagging Mum (in law) and Comic Relief. there's a second girlfriend (wife? secretary? idek) who apoears in one scene and gets called a name (Caroline) which I only caught bc I was looking at the surtitles. no one gets a personality not even the male characters really no one matters (I mean yes ok it's Falco's Story but ffs let Katharina DO something with her voice maybe)

- have I mentioned the awful dialogue and cheap jokes yet? "the best aspect of the American flag are the red-white-red stripes". terrible flirting with "ladies in uniform" who are trying to do their job when faced with an entitled asshole but of course it's portrayed as hilarious.

- ok so back to Alex Melcher but his role is the most fun part of the thing. he's Falco's "Alter Ego" aka his, idk, hedonistic impulses and desire for fame and admiration and whatnot personified? there's a huge head on stage with a brain and all in it to make sure the audience understands that he is Inside Falco's Head and in case that's not clear enough yet he also verbatim declares that "I'm inside your head" so yeah subtlety is not required in this play. he and Falco/Hans are being incredibly homoerotic the entire time and I am personally offended that they're not kissing, but I'll take Alter Ego pretending to lick Hans's throat and clinging to him like a limpet. I would love to write fanfiction about them actually but I haven't figured out how to do that well when both parties are the same person/one is a personified fragment of the other's mind and not physically present. pity.

- idk I'd just. I'd have done it differently? again it's just. so unsubtle. why does Alter Ego just hover menacingly above the stage in a glass box once or twice during the first act, why didn't they idk put him in as part of the white-clad ensemble and make him stick out more and more instead of the Hovering and then the 5 minutes "I am you and you are me" song at the start of the 2nd act. Have him talk to people while Hans takes a step back to show it's his Dark Side™ taking over idk. I'm sure there'd also be ways to make Hans more actually sympathetic and less of an arse (fewer dumb jokes might help, or giving other characters more of a personality maybe) but yeah idk

- idk there's just. not much of a story? it's a Falco tribute show with some life moments thrown in. there's a Falco song, there's a crisis bc he's out of ideas, now he's taking drugs, now he's happy, now there's a new album without any clue where he got the ideas (was it the drugs?) now there's sth about his wife now his friend is reprising the basic as fuck Live Your Dream song yet again. then it's over and he dies in a car crash and it's all presented like it's all some incredibly deep and moving story but it's just Not That Deep

- I do like the Writer's Block song they put in, don't we all know that feeling

- I'm not sure it's a good idea to use Jeannie of all songs as a recurring motif the way they're doing? "quit living on dreams, life is not what it seems" "lonely little girl boy in a cold cold world" blah blah all nice and well but Do We Remember What This Song Is About. I mean it's a good song I'm not contesting that I like it! (if someone wants to come at me for "endorsing" anything just bc I like the song... just don't) But yeah no matter how good it is I don't think it's very uhhh fitting. Though in retrospect maybe it's meant to portray him as like... Someone At The Mercy Of Sth Evil And/Or More Powerful Than He Is. Fucking over his own life powerless to stop it or sth idk idk

- Generally I think they rely way too much on the use of background projection screens idk it seems lazy. it's fine in some scenes it can work really well but it gets too much and kinda cheesy

End of the random unorganised RMA thoughts yay! It was fun to watch. I know I mostly complain a lot here but it's definitely fun! It's just that a large part of the fun for me was despairing about how bad I found it and waiting for more homoeroticism and also for Alex Melcher to... do the things he's doing

Edit: ALSO I'm not sure if uhhh low-to-mid-key insulting (iirc) two of the three not-Austrian countries he goes to is. Necessary?

#Phoenix babble #rock me amadeus #RMA musical #vbw musicals #German musicals #European musicals #god idk I don't do original posts mostly and no one is talking much about this musical on here as far as I can see so #idk what I'm doing here either

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ashleyslothlife · 10 months

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(This is such a ramble but I typed it out so I might as well post.) So I watched Charlie Countryman last night, it was a frustrating watch. So this is going to be a spoil-y vent post. Part of the plot is that trope of Sad Boyman meets woman who deserves better falls insta in love and for some reason she likes him back. It has 2 saving graces: It is beautifully shot in a unique location (at least from an American pov) Mads Mikkelsen makes Nigel who is a very dangerous man incredibly sexy.

Evan Rachel Wood is fantastic as Gabi, but she doesn't get much autonomy as a character outside of her cello playing. I'm torn between thinking that was good story telling showing how her life has been so impacted the the men around her, or shallow writing.

I do like how the story makes it very understandable how Gabi ended up with Nigel, instead of making her seem like a fool. I mean look at this asshole:

What Gabi sees in Charlie Sadass I have no idea but I also don't want her with Nigel so I find myself hoping Charlie and Nigel someone off each other (maybe after a hate fuck between Gabi and Nigel.)

Appreciation for Gabi's heavy eye make up and how it goes into characterization in ways I'm not fancy enough to describe.

She has seen a lot in her life, that she can speak about if she wants to live, and even before that her personal expression was more from music then words. Not sure what all Nigel did in front of her, but he isn't shy about being violent around her. Poor woman's dad just died suddenly and two idiot men are fighting over her like she is a prize object. Their are a few times it seems like the movie might subvert the trope when she points out to Charlie that he is just latching on to because his mom just died, but that is just because she scared Nigel is going to hurt him. I cannot overstate how completely clueless Charlie is, I grew up sheltered as hell and I have more street smarts then him. Gabi leaves him a note saying "stay here" but na he finds a tape with proof of Nigel's crimes and decides to chase after her and just tell Nigel what he has seen?! Charlie gets his ass beat. Gabi is distressed which is the only reason I care about Charlie. The ending is interesting, Nigel hand his thugs have Charlie theatrically hung up in a shipyard. He wants Gabi to kill Charlie when Gabi deliberately misses with the gun he gives her, cops show up just in time and Nigel seeing Gabi reject him again decides to suicide by cop. The shot of Nigel's face after shows this peaceful expression?! The camera shows it intentionally and can't think of another message that is trying to send, other then he can't have her, but isn't going to kill her so he kills himself? Like Nigel there was another option called therapy.

Charlie gets his happily ever after and Gabi gets a mediocre man but at least he isn't a hyper possessive violent criminal I guess? I need this stupid shirt:

#charlie countryman #this is such a ramble if you read this I owe you desert #I have a fan fic idea in my head now #mads mikkelsen #evan rachel wood #shia labeouf

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moaserendipity · 2 years

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Love in the Air EP7 messy review

We have arrived at the last chapter of Payu and Rain's love. I am sad and I know I will miss them so I will probably keep rewatching a lot!! BUT before we say goodbye, lets dive right in with this messy review!😎

Now we left last episode with Rain being kidnapped! I am still pissed off about that, like how dare you take Rain like that! anyway we switch to Payu at work, who suddenly gets a feeling something is off and starts calling Rain who of course can't pick up the phone. I love the way Payu just gets up and leaves work to go and check up on him but I feel how worried he is by him going through the entire house to find him even Saifha is alarmed eventually.

I do feel like Saifha don't get the relationship between the two because we all know Rain would pick up the phone if Payu calls so him not picking up the entire day obviously means there is trouble. I hate how Payu eventually gets the call from Rain but it's actually Stop. Can I say this though Rain is one brave man! Anyway we all know how this works as Payu is asked to get there in 30 minutes alone.... Like this is very basic kidnapping stuff. That moment with Saifha though, I knew he gave him information, I mean that was quite obvious. 🫢

Next scene we get to see Rain being tied up to a chair and gagged, I seriously hate this so much, again how dare he touch Rain!! I do like it that his friend leaves because he doesn't want to have anything to do with kidnapping, as if abusing him isn't bad enough, fucking dumbass! Rain isn't Rain if he isn't being his feisty self though and as he glares at Stop of course he gets aggravated! stupid of him to free his mouth and HELL YES RAIN FOR SPITTING AT HIS FACE!! fucker deserved that!!

I don't like the fact he hit Rain though, like karma will come for your ass!!! Now of course Rain gets beaten a bit more and then Payu shows up alone...... Like I really don't like scenes like this but I watched it and felt super upset with the way Rain cried out for Payu while Payu was being humiliated! Thank god for P' Chai. I cheered quietly(it was 2am when I watched it) ☠️when they freed Rain. The way Rain immediately run towards Payu, ughhh my heart broke a bit because Rain was crying and Payu severely hurt. (My babies were hurt, it was unacceptable! ) 😤🥺The way Payu comforted him by making sure he knew it wasn't his fault and that is was okay, made me cry because well I don't have a reason, I just cried because that was beautiful.

I did clap though when Rain kicked the fucker two times! what I learned from this is that Rain is like a cinnamon roll but will kill you when you touch Payu! So better not mess with both of them.

Thankfully this scene ends and they are mending their wounds at home. The way Rain is super careful not to hurt Payu and Payu is like stop that nonsense. I love the way Rain put Payu's hand against his face carefully, it's extremely touching and the way they finally told each other they loved each other. (my heart really was just full at that moment)🥹 Have I already told you guys how much I love Rain, but after this episode it's even deeper, like who can resist him when he comes with this pick-up line "Because whenever there's a Storm, there's always Rain" (I melted so badly right then, like there is no cure for me anymore, I'm in too deep) and then that soft kiss!!!! ugh.................🫠😍

we finally see Rain spending time with his friends after a long break and I love how they are just casually chatting but this dude needs to stop teasing Rain! (oh little confession time. So Rain spelled his name correctly, I mean he said the R(rolling his tongue and everything) but I caught myself saying Lain, instead of Rain multiple times because that's how they pronounce his name in the drama, I can't help myself because I seriously love it) But ofcourse Sky tells on him by mentioning that he is attached to his lover lately. I love Sky's energy so so much! The way his facial expressions are always on point!! Of course Payu calls right at that moment and after he hears Ple, he seriously shows up, making Rain nervous and not wanting to approach him but Payu of course does not care and as Payu joins them at the table, Payu tells everyone that he is picking up his partner and the best part Rain jumping up and telling everyone he is going home and Payu follows his lead immediately and put his arm around Rain and that's when everyone gets it and gets shocked! except for Sky of course, this man was just eating his sandwich calmly with a smirk on his face.

I also love how bold Rain has become! Like here he sits seducing Payu! Ughhhh I love it just so much!!😍☠️🤭

"The sky is clearing up, while a wind is coming from the east"

and with this we step into our first glimpse into Prapai and Sky's storyline. We see them both waking up at their homes and get ready for the day , Prapai is a big shot at the company of his dad, While sky is doing household chored at his dad's. Two completely different lives. I had to giggle when Prapai just barged into Payu's house and walked around as if he owned it. I love how Payu did not cater to him one bit and as he tried to get Payu away for some water so he could talk to Rainm brilliant especially the scene where Rain offers to get water and Payu literally was like "STOP" lmao this man will someday be the death of me. Anyway Rain gets put under pressure to give Sky's number, as Prapai is threatening to not move until he gets it and the Payu looks at Rain and the way Rain caved under that stare, just brilliant. After he gets Sky's number he tries to call him but as Sky doesn't recognize the number he doesn't pick up and with Prapai's "I don't give up that easily" We come to an end of their first chapter and the last chapter of PayuRain.

Now to get back at Payu and Rain. Payu finally confesses Rain that he wanted him the second they had met in the rain and what he would do if they ever met again and that after he received his photo he technically began plotting. This man even dismantled his car to make sure Rain would need his help. I love this really, it's brilliant. I love how he justifies it all by telling Rain he just loves to tease him. If we are being honest if I met someone like Rain I also would tease him a little because he is just too cute. Thats the punishment for being way too cute!! I love how Payu goes. "Won't you love me after finding out the truth" and Rain just goes "No, 'cause I already love you, what else can I do"

I mean have some mercy on our hearts Rain, I literally melted to the floor and felt jealous but with this ending it's really time to say goodbye to Payu & Rain's storyline and feel excited for Prapai and Sky's one, from what I heard their lovestory isn't going to be as happy as Payu & Rain's story but that being said I can not wait till next week october 6, which is also my Birthday but that is not that important..

Anyway see you next week!!!!!!

#my messy review #bossnoeul #love in the air #payurain #love in the air series

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dank-rituals · 1 year

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Last song:

I literally can't stop listening to this song 😅

Last show:

My Simpsons cycle ended so we're watching Always Sunny I guess. I don't make these decisions.

Last movie:

I watched every Tarantino movie to motivate myself to finally watch Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. I didn't think it was all that great? Idk I wasn't really watching to critique.

Currently Watching: I'm working, so nothing. The 2 things I need to watch are:

Mayfair Witches, I watched the first episode so far. Also, the Pale Blue Eye!

Currently Reading: I don't really read books anymore which is stupid and I hate it. I've been devouring TVTropes pages though.

Current Obsession:

Chainsaw Man owns my brain, idk what happened usually these fade but here we are. Can't wait to watch the Dub, loving part 2 of the Manga so far. I'd get a tattoo if I I can ever get started getting tattoos lol also just look at this fuckin panel and tell me this isn't one of the best manga ever??

THE FUTURE RULES!!

Also got some Magic talk from some friends, so I'm back on my bullshit. Here's my favorite commanders:

Tagged By the wonderful @sad-n-subbyy

Not tagging anybody but would love to see what you're all up to!

#vampirecmb #asks #sad n subbyy #Spotify

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rinadragomir · 2 years

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I’ve never felt the urge to harm myself, but I know what it’s like to feel so sad, alone, and like there’s no solution to anything. Believe it or not, I also have my fair share of mother trauma, so, you’re not alone in that. I promise, whatever you’re going through, there are people who really want to sustain you. I know it doesn’t feel like that, I know some days feel so hopeless all you wanna do is lie there and cry (if not worse), I know. But it’s really not the end. When you don’t have the strength to go on, hold on to the little things, rely on your friends, have them carry you through. There’s no shame in that. And if you need another someone to talk to, I’ll be there too. Just know that, no matter what your brain is telling you, there are so many people that wish to be there for you.

Also, Rina, I don’t know if you were talking about Fate, but if you were, just know that (when you manage to watch it) we can talk about it. I’ll say, I may post a reaction soonish, and I guess you can recognize me this way since we’re indeed mutuals. So, you see, as stupid as it, you already have something to look forward too 💖

(Plus, fyi, I’m the old controversial anon, so yk it’s gonna be fun 😌💖)

Thank you so much. I also wanna believe it's not the end but it's hard, cause I see no way out. But it makes me feel better knowing I'm not alone who feels this way. I mean I'm pretty sure there're lots of people who're going through the same shit but it feels nice actually talking to one of them.

Hey! I binge watched the whole season yesterday, It was my sacred duty🫡and yes I enjoyed every second of it, it was 45532x better than the 1 season. Tho I'm sad there were only 7 episodes, I was expecting at least 8. RIVUSA CANON and now I actually have proofs! I just love how screenwriters were: "hmmm everyone's asking for Rivusa but what are we gonna do with Sam?... Heh let's just kick him out of this show!✨" I mean I'm glad he left, cause it gave my parents a chance to start their sloweburn🤌🏻but I thought they would get rid of Sam... In a different way. He just said: Musa we can't be together cause we can't be together so I'm leaving 🚶🏻

But I was actually talking about the Vampire Academy show. You can read my reactions btw, they're a bit below! I was trying 👉🏻👈🏻 tv show is... cringe but fine?... I don't wanna compare it to the books cause it's offensive but if we imagine it's a new independent piece of media... It's fine!

#asks #tw self harm

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littlealeta · 3 months

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Adam Sandler's Leo Review

I can't believe I liked an Adam Sandler film this much!

Story

One thing that the trailers did poorly is showing what the problems were. They made it look like they were going to be normal 5th grade problems and while some of them were, most of them were actually pretty original and not something usually done in other kids films. One girl who I think might have ADHD struggles with socializing with her peers because of her incessant talking. A boy is having problems being upfront with his overprotective drone. A girl thinks she has to live up to her “perfect” parents, but then realizes they’re not perfect. Even the teacher has her problems. The movie does a good job at showing the complexity of humans and why they act the way they do without watering it down to a message like “Don’t give up” and “Move on”.

I was really worried about how they were going to do the two plots of Leo trying to escape from captivity and him being a therapist to the other kids, but it actually worked for his character development by not only giving him subplots, but also giving him both external and inner conflict with becoming free. I think having it be a musical made it more entertaining to watch, but I think it should’ve been a TV show instead of a movie. The escaping plot just got thrown out the window.

However, I would say pretty much the entirety of the third act’s story felt contrived. It didn’t really make sense and it felt like they just wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible, so in short, pretty rushed. A lot of the movie doesn’t make sense though, so if you dislike Sony Animation’s more cartoony style of humor and visuals, you might not like this one.

Which brings me to the humor, which is a real mixed bag. A lot of lowbrow humor, more than most kids films and some of the contrived jokes and dialogue just made me cringe for whatever reason. Like some jokes just have the characters talking stupid for no reason, I know that’s the point of the film, but I’ve seen it done better in things such as Spongebob. However, there is a lot of wit to laugh at here, something the trailers never showcased.

Characters

Again, I do think this should’ve been a TV show to better develop a lot of the characters, but for what it’s worth, they’re quirky and funny enough. Even the ones you don’t like at first turn out to be three-dimensional, complete with character development. And their funny humor redeems the unlikeability they had before.

I would love to see Leo helping out more kids. Develop those annoying, ugly-ass kindergarteners, Leo!

Animation/Music/Voice Acting

Nothing special to say about the animation. It pretty much looks just like any other animated film out there. However, the monstrous looking kindergartners rubbed me the wrong way for some reason. I guess that’s the point, but they just looked too wacky. Even the goldfish looks out of place, being a more realistic design. The voice actors provide a lot of humor and charm for the characters. The music is used to portray Leo’s conversation with the kids which is an original touch. The music is a mixed bag, with some forgettable and some catchy tunes.

Overall

While the childish Adam Sandler-styled humor might be off-putting, I think the witty jokes, the quirky and well-developed characters, and a story full of heart make up for those fairly glaring problems. However, I think the film should've been a tv series in order to better pace the somewhat awkward story and develop all the characters.

I give Leo 7.6 bells out of 10

Maaybe even 7.7, just because of the rewatchable value.

As someone who is not too fond of silly, cartoonish humor, I initially didn’t think I would like this film very much at first, but it just got better and better as it went on and I found myself enjoying some of the silly, cartoonish humor, probably more than in films such as Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.

It’s really sad that this film doesn’t get a lot of attention, but I blame the terrible marketing and the fact that Adam Sandler is in this. Still, I’d definitely recommend it. Even if the more absurd, childish humor isn’t your cup of tea.

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

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smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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Afraid (j.m)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader Prompt: For once, I want someone to be afraid to lose me. I’m always the one terrified of losing people I hold close.” Word Count: 1k Warnings: a few curse words, loneliness, lil bit of angst (cause y'all know that's my specialty) Gif Creds: @thirstystarkey —————————

I stare at the blank screen of the TV , knowing that I've been inside by myself for too long. I know full well that one of the Pogues are going to come looking for me if I don't grace them with my presence soon, but I can't muster up the energy to pull myself off of the couch and out of the trance my brain has forced me into.

Like clockwork, the door of the chateau swings open moments later, signaling that someone noticed my short bathroom break had taken an unplanned detour.

"Y/n," JJ's voice wafts through the air, barely pulling my attention away from where I'd been staring into the abyss of a TV screen. I hum in response, my head going on autopilot to look at him, meeting his confused gaze. "Are you alright?"

A thousand silent thoughts rush to my brain, trying to muster up a convincing excuse as to what he'd just walked in on, but I can't get myself to speak. Instead he's met with a tight-lipped, unconvincing, smile and a simple head nod. His shoulders visibly deflate with a soft sigh before he moves close enough to get a good look at me.

“What’s going on, love?” JJ murmurs, his voice so soft as he delicately moves a stray strand of hair away from my face, gently tucking it behind my ear. I let out a shaky sigh, hugging my knees closer to my chest as my eyes trail to the floor, embarrassed that he caught me in such a vulnerable moment on a day that’s supposed to be fun for the friend group.

He moves to sit next to me in the bed, close enough to comfort me but leaving enough space that I don’t feel smothered. He patiently waits in the silence, his eyes never leaving me before my gaze hesitantly meets him again.

“It’s stupid,” I discount, numbly shrugging my shoulders with a sad smile, watching his lips turn into a perplexed frown. I half expect him to say something or to shoot me his golden smile, but he doesn’t. Instead he just waits, an unspoken encouragement to continue, showing that he doesn’t mind making the Pogue’s wait for us to grace them with our presence at the Chateau. “It’s just,” I pause again, releasing another sigh, mentally battling myself on whether to be truthful with what’s happening in my brain or not. “For once, I want someone to be afraid to lose me. I’m always the one terrified of losing people I hold close.”

An immediate look of realization and understanding takes over his features, a subtle nod is offered my way while he waits to see if I’m going to say anything else about the matter.

“Have you ever thought that there are people in your life who are just as afraid to lose you, you just can’t see it because you’re so used to being surrounded by people that make you feel replaceable,” the question roll so effortlessly of of his tongue and I’m unable to keep myself from sucking in a sharp breath when his words pierce my heart.

He watches me for a brief second before switching his position to face me completely, his knees bumping the side of my thighs when he crosses his legs on the couch.

“Y/n, I’m terrified to lose you,” he admits, playing with the ring on his finger nervously while the sincere words leave his mouth. “I’m terrified to lose you and that’s why I’ve been so worried that you’re clearly in a season that you’re slipping away from yourself. Your identity has been so caught up in all of these people that don’t even deserve to know you that you’re unable to accept the fact that the ones that genuinely care about you are terrified that one day you’re just going to slip away completely and they’re never going to get a chance to say goodbye.” JJ's gaze shifts from mine and trails to the kitchen as the last of his words trail off, the slight break in his voice signaling that he's upset. He looks down at his hands, wringing them and studying them as if they're the most interesting thing he's ever laid eyes on.

My heart drops and I feel completely stupid for saying anything. I'm always burdening the people I love with the state of my brain. "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"No, Y/n, don't apologize," he cuts me off gently, meeting my eyes again. His hands move slightly, now resting on my own. "You have no reason to apologize. I just, ugh-," His voice is soft and reassuring while his thumb trails small circles over the back of my hand. "I just want you to be okay. God, if you could see yourself from my perspective, you'd see that the assholes that have hurt you are simply just that. They don't deserve to steal you away from yourself, you know? I just want you to know that someone is afraid to lose you, and selfishly, I'd like to think that this specific someone is significantly better than those assholes who didn't know how good they had it when you were in their life. No more apologies, alright?"

I nod with a light smile, "Alright," I breathe, letting my fingers entertain with his. "Thank you." Our eyes meet again, but this time it seems that there's a different motive, a different understanding, and in the brief interaction, I don't feel so alone. I don't feel so alone and the assholes in question seem so insignificant.

He gently squeezes my hand, a light smile curving onto his lips. "Of course," he hums, gladly wrapping his arms around me when I lean into his chest.

"I love you J," I whisper, relishing in the comfort his embrace brings.

"I love you too, y/n/n," he repeats, tightening his embrace in the slightest. "You'll get through this, and I'm going to be here every step of the way."

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A/n: Random blurb I pulled out of the spiderweb that is my drafts. I hope ya enjooooy <3

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

The Course of True Love

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The next day, (y/n) was watching Jack and Annebeth play with the new dog, a Catahoula Cur, that had just showed up at camp as she sits in a chair by the table. The kids had found him as he wandered up to the camp and both kids were curious but also excited to see the dog.

Dutch had saw them with the dog and approached them. They discussed about the dog and that's when Dutch told the kids that they were keeping the dog and then gave the lost creature a name, Cain. That's when Annebeth ran to go find (y/n) and tell her about the dog.

Both (y/n) and Arthur still felt a bit embarrassed for almost getting caught in the predicament they were in but since Annebeth didn't ask questions; they figured she didn't see anything, which they were thankful for.

As she watches the kids, (y/n) pulls out her notebook and started to sketch the scene of the two kids playing with Cain. But as she did this, her mind wandered back to that intimate moment between her and Arthur. Just thinking about it made her heart race, her face starts to heat up and she felt like butterflies were in her stomach. She hadn't felt that way in a long time, not since Annebeth's father...Oliver.

But then she started to doubt herself. If that moment and time ever did come between them, would she be good enough? She stops drawing as she thinks this and thoughts ran through her head. What if I'm not experienced enough for him? I mean, I've only been with one man, he's been with a few women already. She thought before she shakes her head.

Why am I doubting myself? She asked herself. Because you're afraid of getting your heartbroken again. A voice said in her head. You need to let go of the past. You can't keep Annebeth from looking up to someone. She, at least, needs a father figure.

(Y/n) sighs at this and runs her hands over her face then looks down at her notebook to see an almost finished sketch. She closes her book and tucks it away, thinking she'll just finish it later, just as she heard footsteps behind her. She looks to the side and sees Mary-Beth and Tilly walking up to her and take the seats by her.

"Morning, (y/n)." Mary-Beth greets as her and Tilly sit down. "Morning." (Y/n) greets as the girls take the respective seats. "Whatchu girls up to?" (Y/n) asked them. "Trying not to be in Grimshaw's way." Tilly replied which made (y/n). "Yeah, we saw you here by yourself, thought you'd might like some company." Mary-Beth said and (y/n) smiles at them.

"Well, that's very kind of ya." (Y/n) said and they smile. "By the way, Mary-Beth, I noticed you were reading a book yesterday. What were you reading?" She asked the young girl. "Oh, just some silly romance." Mary-Beth replied. "Aren't all romances silly?" Tilly asked and (y/n) chuckled.

"Yes but this one is particularly silly. I know you and Karen laugh at me for reading this stuff." Mary-Beth said to her, annoyed. "Course we do. But then we read them ourselves." Tilly said and Mary-Beth lightens up at this. "Do you?" She asked, curiously. "Sometimes." Tilly said then she looks over at (y/n).

"What about you, (y/n)?" She asked and (y/n) shrugs. "I agree, they are silly. I mean, they can give you a good laugh." She said and the girls giggle.

"What is it about this nonsense?" Mary-Beth asked with a chuckle. "I don't know. It makes you feel happy, even as it makes you feel sad and driving you mad for being so stupid." Tilly replied. "I know! Oh, this one I'm reading is particularly...particularly idiotic. About a Scottish Lord and a princess who was raised as a peasant but his noble blood shines through." Mary-Beth said as she smiles.

"Good grief." Tilly said as she lightly slaps Mary-Beth's arm as (y/n) laughs. "That does sound pretty idiotic." (Y/n) said. "I know." giggles Mary-Beth and Tilly looks down then back towards her. "Can I read it? Once you're done?" Tilly asked Mary-Beth. "Of course. Your secret’s safe with me." Mary-Beth said and Tilly smiles. "Same here." (Y/n) said.

"Although, sometimes...I think I can do better in my sleep." Mary-Beth said as some footsteps approach them. "Do better at what?" Karen's voice asked as she takes the last seat. "Writing a romance book." Mary-Beth said. "Then why don't you?" Tilly asked her. "Because she was born poor..." Karen said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"She was born poor, but maybe she don't die poor." Tilly said. "We're all gonna die poor, maybe we can have some fun in the meantime." Karen said. "I disagree, I ain't gonna die poor. I know that." said Tilly. "Good luck to you, missy." Karen said, rolling her eyes.

"The world is changing for women." Tilly said to her and Karen scoffs. "No it ain't. The world is a place for men to do what they want with us and we try to survive." Karen said, a bit harshly. "Only if you let it." Tilly said. "You let 'em." Karen said. "I ran away from them boys." Tilly said, firmly, referring to this old gang she had been with before she joined the Van Der Linde gang.

"And join these fine gentlemen?" Karen asked her as she gestures around her. "They're okay...and we're gonna be okay...if you'd only see that." Tilly said then she turns to (y/n). "What do you think, Miss (y/n)?" She asked her and (y/n) let's out sigh.

"I honestly don't think there's much difference between women and men. There are some awful men and there are some awful women...." (y/n) said and then her mind goes to Arthur and she gives a small smile, thinking about him. "But there's a few...worth loving and dying for...if they'll let you." She said and Tilly and Mary-Beth smile, brightly, as Karen scoffs. "Whatever." Karen said and (y/n) rolls her eyes as she shakes her head.

"That's really romantic, (y/n)." Mary-Beth said and (y/n) blushes a bit. "Sounded like you were thinking of someone when you said that." Tilly points out and (y/n) looks down, embarrassed. "Maybe..." she said, starting to smile, as she rubs the back of her neck and the girls started to giggle. "Wouldn't happen to be a certain gunslinger, would it?" Tilly asked and (y/n) couldn't hide the smile anymore. The other girls started to giggle harder.

"Maybe..." (y/n) said again but the blush on her cheeks were obvious. “Don’t get all denial. We've seen the way you two look at each other.” Karen said and (y/n) shrugs. “If you say so.” she said and Mary-Beth, playfully, roll her eyes.

"It’s quite obvious. You two are meant to be. You don’t think you could, at least, have a happy ending of your own with him?” Mary-Beth asked and (y/n) chuckles. "Now you're sounding like your silly romance books, Mary-Beth." (Y/n) said and Karen and Tilly cackle at this.

At that moment, they heard someone walking up to them and they all turn to see Molly, who looked angry and she was glaring at (y/n). She stomped towards her and stood a few feet in front of (y/n), who was still sitting in her chair. "I heard what you said about me." Molly said to (y/n), in a firm and threatening voice. "What?" (Y/n) asked her, confused. "I said I heard what you said about me." She repeated.

(Y/n) looks over at the girls and they had the same confused faces as she did. "What are you talking about?" (Y/n) asked Molly as she looks back at her. "I don't think it's very fair." She said, angrily, ignoring her question. "Okay, good for you." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "You know, you're not so high and mighty and above everyone than you think you are." Molly yells. "Whatever you say." (Y/n) said, shrugging.

"He bloody well loves me, d'you know? He bloody well does!" Molly shouts. "Of course, he does. What exactly are we talking about?" (Y/n) asked her but Molly didn't seem to want to be civil about it. "Miss O'Shea, please calm down!" Tilly pleads but Molly wouldn't hear it.

"What is your problem, you little strumpet?" Molly asked (y/n) as she points an accusing finger at her. "I don't have a problem." (Y/n) said, starting to get annoyed. "What's your problem with me?" Molly asked her as she gestures to herself. "Molly, I don't have a problem with you. I've got more important things to worry about than you or...whatever's going on between you and Dutch." (Y/n) said and Molly continues to glare at her.

"Just go away, Molly." Karen said to her, annoyed, but Molly still didn't want to let things go. "Ah, shut up, you trollop!" Molly yelled at Karen, who glares at her. "Excuse me?" Karen said, offended, but Molly turns back to (y/n).

"Just who do you think you are saying them things about me? You think just because you have a child and you're sleeping with Mr Morgan, you can get away with anything?!" Molly said and (y/n) stands up to Molly and gets in her face.

"What happens between me and Arthur is none of your concern, but don't you dare drag my daughter into this!" (Y/n) yelled and, in a quick movement, Molly slaps (y/n) across the face, which knocked her down. Tilly and Mary-Beth gasped at this while Karen stands up, angrily.

"Damn you!" Karen shouts and she punches Molly in the face, which makes Molly stumble back and place her hands over her nose. "And you be careful before you hit her again or anybody else in this camp, you damn moron! Dutch or no Dutch, you'll be up there with the angels playing harp before sunset. You hear me?!" Karen threatened as Molly runs off while Tilly and Mary-Beth go over to check on (y/n).

"You okay, Miss (l/n)?" Tilly asked her as (y/n) places a hand over the cheek Molly struck. "Y-Yeah...I'm...I'm fine." (Y/n) said, shakily. "You sure?" Karen asked as she walks up to her while Mary-Beth places an arm around (y/n)'s shoulder. "Yeah, just...surprised is all." (Y/n) replied and she heard hurried little feet running towards her.

"Momma! You okay?" Annebeth asked, worried, and (y/n) smiles at her. "I'm okay, sweetie." She said as she gets up on her knees. "Why did Aunt Molly hit you?" Annebeth asked and (y/n) frowns. "Just uh...a disagreement is all." (Y/n) said and Annebeth frowns for a moment before she has this look on her face like she was thinking of something then she smiles.

"I know how to make it better!" She exclaims and (y/n) raises an eyebrow at this until Annebeth goes and kisses her cheek. The girls awed at this and Annebeth smiles, brightly. "There should feel better!" She said and (y/n) couldn't help but smile at this. "Thank you, Annebeth. You are the sweetest daughter a mother could ever ask." She said and she kisses the top of her head then she goes to stand up.

"Now you go and play with Jack. I'm okay." She tells her and Annebeth runs off back towards Jack while the smile fades from (y/n)'s lips. "You sure you're doing okay?" Mary-Beth asked her and (y/n) shrugs. "I just need a minute." (Y/n) said and she walks away from the girls and heads towards the shoreline. The three girls all give each other worry looks.

Sometime later, Dutch and Arthur decided to race each other after completing their first tasks as newly deputized lawmen, which was to stop the Braithwaite moonshiners. Arthur was the one who made it first to the camp, Dutch closely behind him.

"I never knew you were quite so good…at running away, Arthur." Dutch said as he comes up next to Arthur. "Well, I never knew age…had slowed you down quite so much." Arthur teased and Dutch chuckles as the two dismount from their respective horses.

"Well, time is a bastard. When you get to be my age…well, you’ll know that better than anything. Be well. I had fun with you today." Dutch said and he touches Arthur’s shoulder. "You’re…I was gonna say you’re like a son to me…but you’re more than that." He said and he pats Arthur’s shoulder and walks back to his tent.

Arthur smiles then starts to walk into camp when Tilly comes up to him. "Hey, Arthur." She said. "Miss Tilly." Arthur greets but he noticed that she had a worried look on her face. "What's wrong?" He asked her. "It's (y/n)." Tilly said and now Arthur was getting worried.

"What happened?" Arthur asked. "Well...her and Molly got into an argument and...Molly hit her." Tilly explained and Arthur's eyes widen for a moment then he let's out a heavy sigh. "Where is she? (Y/n), I mean." Arthur asked her. "She walked off towards the shore." Tilly said as she points towards the water and Arthur nods his appreciation to her and goes over towards the water.

He looks around until he saw her standing on the little dock, nearby, as she was skipping rocks across the water. The look on her face, he could tell, was full of anger that he had never seen before. He could also see the red mark Molly must've left forming on her left cheek.

Every fiber in him wanted to go and have a talk with Molly but he decided that (y/n) was the main priority right now and he just wanted to make sure she was okay.

He cautiously walks up behind her and says. "You're pretty good at that." She turns to him and gives a forced smile to him. "Hey, Arthur." She said in a tone that didn't match with the smile she tried to put on. Arthur knew that the smile wasn't genuine, he's seen her smile hundreds of times as it always gave him butterflies in his stomach. But this smile didn't.

"What's wrong?" He asked her and her smile fades. "What do you mean?" She asked. "You know what I mean." He said, the tone in his voice turned into a soft timber. She frowns and looks down before she sighs. "You already know. I'm sure the girls told ya." She said. "Yes, but I wanna hear from you. Make sure you're okay." He said and she looks at him before she let's put a sigh.

"I don't even know what happened. One moment, the girls and I were just talking and the next...Molly just charges at me and accuses me of saying some things about her." (Y/n) explains. "I told I didn't know what she was talking about but she wouldn't hear it. Then she said something that pissed me off and I stood up for myself and she slapped me." She added and Arthur sighs and shakes his head at this.

"But...you're okay, right?" He asked and she nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She said and she looks him over then looks down a bit and noticed a badge on his chest. She raises an eyebrow at this, points at it then said. "Is that what I think it is?"

Arthur looks down at his shirt and sees the badge. "Yeah..." he said and she covers her mouth as she starts to giggle. "What?" He asked and she tries to hold back her laugh. "Nothing at all....Deputy Morgan." She said, stifling a laugh, and he rolls his eyes but was glad she was smiling for real this time.

"Yeah, Dutch was able to get Sheriff Gray to deputized him, me and Bill." He replied and (y/n) laughs a bit louder at this. "Bill Williamson as a Lawman...God, help us." She said and bother her and Arthur start to laugh.

Once the laughter died down, the duo share a look and both of them give soft smile to each other. Then Arthur clears his throat and then said. "Well...Dutch had asked me to go to Caliga Hall, to find out anything about the Grays. You wanna come with me? You know...to get out of the camp for a bit." Arthur suggests and (y/n) smiles. "Sure, I'll come along. Let me go tell Annebeth and I'll be ready." She said and Arthur nods and they walk into camp and towards the kids.

"Momma! You feeling better?" Annebeth asked and (y/n) smiles as she kneels down to her. "Yes, I am. Now, Arthur and I are gonna go out and do a job, okay?" She said and Annebeth nods. "Okay, please be careful." said Annebeth and Arthur kneels down as well. "Don't you worry, Annebeth. As long as she's with me, you're momma'll be safe." He said and Annebeth smiles, brightly, at him. "Okay! Thank you, Uncle Arthur!" She said then she hugs him.

(Y/n) smiles as she watches Arthur being taken aback by this but he smiles and hugs her back. "You're welcome, sweetheart." He said and they break the hug and the two adults stand up and start to head out.

"Take my horse?" Arthur asked (y/n).

"Sure." She said and Arthur mounts his horse then holds a hand out to her and helps her up on the horse behind him. Then he flicks the regins and the horse starts to take off just as (y/n) wraps her arms around his waist. Then Arthur smirks to himself as he thinks of something.

He tugs on the reigns and his horse nieghs a bit as it goes to stand up on its back legs. (Y/n) let's out a yelp and she tightly holds onto his waist and he chuckles at this. "You bastard!" (Y/n) exclaims and Arthur laughs a bit harder. "Sorry, was just too tempting." He said as the horses settles back down and starts to trot off.

"Look, just cause you're a Deputy now, doesn't mean you get to cause harm to me." (Y/n) said and Arthur continues to laugh. "Fair enough." He said and (y/n) shakes her head at this.

"So, why does Dutch want you to look around at the Grays?" (Y/n) asked him. "There’s apparently some sort've feud going on between two families, the Grays and the Braithwaites. Supposedly, they're fighting over gold." Arthur explained. "Ah, the magic word." (Y/n) said. "Yeah...so he just wanted me to get an idea on the Grays while Hosea is dealing with the Braithwaites." Arthur said. "Alright. Let's hope this goes better than Valentine." (Y/n) said and Arthur nods. "That makes two of us." Arthur said and (y/n) chuckles.

Eventually, they come up to a mansion which had two guards with rifles at the main gate. "What you want, boy? This is private property, interlopers are not permitted." One of the guards said. "This here the Gray plantation?" Arthur asked. "Yup. Caliga Hall. And that’s as close as you’re getting to it." the first guard said, firmly.

"Sheriff’s orders. He wanted me to have a word with some folk on the property. I’m recently deputized, you see." Arthur said as he shows his badge to them. "Deputized? And I suppose Leigh was drunk when he did it…" the guard said then he noticed (y/n). "And the girl?" He asked. "She's my partner." Arthur replied and the guard looks between them, thinks for a moment then sighs.

"Fine...look, you can come in, but you ain’t talking with me." the guard said. "Obliged." Arthur said and he rides on the Grays property and come up to the front of the mansion, where there was a man sweeping the porch.

"Hey, can you talk?" Arthur asked him. "I look like I can talk? You want a talker, try Beau Gray. Out by the store houses. Man won’t lift a hand, but sure can move his lips." the man said and Arthur nods then dismounts his horse. He turns and helps (y/n) down off of the horse.

"Thank you." She said and the two walk over to the aide and towards one of the store houses. There they see a young man with a mop of curly brown hair, who was reading a book.

"I see you at the Sheriff’s Office?" Arthur asked as he and (y/n) walk up to him. The young man, Beau, looks up at the two, in surprise. "Excuse me, friends." He said, politely. "We friends?" Arthur asked him. "Not yet, but here’s hoping." Beau said. "I guess." Arthur and (y/n) said. "We don’t get a lot of traveling men here…then suddenly there’s a whole phalanx of mysterious…but strangely helpful Yankees about the place." Beau said.

"Is there?" (Y/n) said, feigning ignorance, and Beau turns to them. "What’re you two doing here?" he asked them. "We're just looking for work." Arthur said. "Well, looking for something. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me." Beau said. "What secret?" (y/n) asked him but Beau continues on.

"I’ve got a secret of my own." He said as he looks out towards his home. "Are you secretly normal?" Arthur asked, sarcastically, and (y/n) snorts out a laugh while Beau turns to them. "Excuse me?" Beau asked, confused. "Never mind." Arthur said, dismissively.

"The thing is…I don’t care if you kill the whole lot of us…and the Braithwaites." Beau said as he takes a few steps away and looks out towards his land again. "We don’t wanna kill anyone." (Y/n) said and Beau turns back to them. "I love her, you know." Beau said. "Love who?" Arthur asked. "Penelope. But it’s impossible…" Beau said. "Well, love tends to be complicated." Arthur said.

"She’s a Braithwaite. I’m Beau Gray, son of Tavish Gray…nephew of Leigh Gray the sheriff…grandson of old Murdo Gray. We Grays have been loyal to the State…and murderers to the Braithwaites for so long now…no one can even quite explain why. Beyond blind loyalty…and stupidity. I’m supposed to be loyal to some nonsense, while she��She’s amazing. She’s like a woman from the future. She’s like…tomorrow, if tomorrow turns out fine." Beau explains while Arthur and (y/n) exchange a look before she shrugs. "Well, we're sorry for your predicament." (y/n) said and Beau turns to them again.

"Would you help?" He asked. "We don’t wanna get involved in gang feuds…it seems unseemly." Arthur said. "I’ll pay…I’ve got money. We Grays, we’ve always got money…no brains, mind, but money. Well, in that case…I know she loves to sit out in the gazebo…on the edge of the Braithwaite property." Beau said then he holds up a letter and hands it to Arthur. "Take her this letter…and this bracelet. Please." He said as he also hands a box to them.

"Look out for their guards…they’re worse with strangers than ours are! So long. And good luck." Beau said and Arthur sighs, puts the letter and box in his satchel then gestures for (y/n) follow him. They mount Arthur’s horse and they take off.

"Oooh, so we become the messengers for Romeo and Juliet. So exciting!" (Y/n) jokes and Arthur laughs. "I know but at least we're getting paid." He said. "I guess you're right." She said, shrugging, as they get to the Braithwaites'.

They make it to this mansion that was lined with trees on either side of the little road that lead to the mansion. But they go off to the side of the property and dismount the horse. "Alright, he said she'd be at the gazebo." (Y/n) said. "Yeah, let's just do this quietly." Arthur whispers and they quietly sneak around the property.

Minutes later, they find the gazebo and see a young girl with blonde hair and wearing a white dress sitting inside. "Are you Penelope Braithwaite?" Arthur asked her as they come to the gazebo. "Why yes, I am." she replied. "We’ve got a letter for you….and a gift." Arthur said as he hands her the items.

"A letter and a gift? Well we don’t even know each other." Penelope said, chucking a bit. "Well, it’s not from me, it’s from err…" Arthur said and Penelope's eyes widen. "From Beau!" she said and Arthur and (y/n) nods. Penelope goes and opens the letter and reads it.

"Oh, he is so…" she said, dreamily, before Arthur speaks up. "Strange?" He suggests and (y/n) elbows his side. "Well, yes, he’s a little strange…but also, so human. The rest of our families are stuck in the Dark Ages, or…well, I don’t know…cave people, perhaps." Penelope said as she pours a couple of cups of teas and hands it to the couple, who accept it.

"Beau’s different, but if they find out…they’ll kill him, and send me to live someplace awful like…Ohio. Have either of you ever been to Ohio?" She asked them. "No." Arthur and (y/n) said, in unison. "Well, neither have I, but my uncle has a factory there. He was sort of the black sheep, on account of having left…but now they tolerate him, because he’s a vicious snob. Families are…are…they’re something else! Have you two got a family?" she asked. "I have a daughter." (Y/n) said and Arthur shrugs.

"Well, they tolerate him, because of the money…but me, with my ideas above my station, they can’t stand it." Penelope said. "That sounds pretty complicated, I….I don’t know quite what to say." Arthur said. "Well nothing to say, except I hope they all rot." Penelope said, a bit harshly, then she gives a look like she kinda regrets that.

"I-I don’t…well…maybe a bit…but here…if you see Beau again, will you give this to him?" She asked as she hands them her letter. "Sure." Arthur said and he and (y/n) sneak off the land, quickly, and get back on Arthur’s horse and head back to the Grays.

They make it back to the Grays' mansion and ride up to the guards. "You know us, we're on official business, for the family." said Arthur. "Alright, come on." the guard said and they make their way into the grounds and come up to the stables, where Beau was hanging around.

They dismount the horse then walk up to the stable that Beau was in, taking care of a horse. "You got our money?" Arthur asked and Beau turns to them. "Sure." Beau said and he gives them a couple of coins. "Did she give anything…for me?" Beau asked. "Yes." (y/n) said.

"Might I have it?" Beau asked. "Sure…but it’ll cost you." Arthur said and Beau looked a bit taken aback but Arthur smiles then let's out a sigh. "Oh, I can’t be bothered. Here, take it." Arthur said as he hands the letter to Beau. "Thank you…you’re…Thank you." Beau said as he takes the letter, steps out of the stables and begins to read the letter, eagerly.

Arthur and (y/n) turn to the horse and both of them start to pet the horse. "My God…what a woman. She’s…" Beau said, dreamily, then he stops and reads the rest of the letter. "This’ll get her killed for sure." He said and the duo turn to him. "What?" They asked. "Women’s suffrage. Round here, they don’t even like men voting. They’d bring back the monarchy given half the chance. Progress is a dirty word in these parts…unlike incest." Beau said and that takes Arthur and (y/n) off guard.

"Excuse me?" Arthur said.

"I'm sorry?" (Y/n) said and Beau becomes frantic.

"I don’t wanna marry my cousin Mathilda. I wanna marry Penelope. But they’re gonna…They’ll kill her at one of those rallies they’re holding. They’ve done it before. You two gotta help." Beau pleads, worriedly. "No, I’m afraid we don’t want no part of it." Arthur said as (y/n) nods. "I’ll pay. My family, we’ve still got some money." said Beau and Arthur sighs then looks at (y/n).

She shrugs and said. "Up to you, boss." Arthur looks down then said. "Fine. Just no more running round with letters."

"Thank you. Come on, we’d better get going." Beau said and he runs over to his horse just as Arthur and (y/n) get on their horse. "Follow me to Rhodes. Come on, come on. Heya!" Beau said and they take off. "We’ll go around the property and take the road to town." He said, panicked and worried, and he gallops off, Arthur and (y/n) right behind him.

"Easy, boy. Calm down." Arthur tries to assure him as they make it off the Grays property and out on the road. "I can’t be calm! If we don’t get there in time, my true love may be shot…" Beau said. "If she wants to rally, you got to let her rally." (y/n) tells him. "Good as the cause is, I can’t let her become a martyr to it. I want to marry a flesh and blood woman, not a statue in her honor." Beau said. "I’m sure they know what they’re doing." Arthur assures as they come up a hill and see a group of women, holding signs and standing near a wagon.

"There! There they are." Beau said as they ride up to the crowd. They dismount their horses and comes up just as Penelope looks over and notices them. "Beau, what are you doing here?" she asked him, shocked but also worried. "I cannot let you go through with this…you’ll be killed." Beau said as he comes up to her. "I’m prepared to die for the cause, Beau. You know that." Penelope said and she a few other women started to shout some phrases about their rights.

Beau, meanwhile, turns to Arthur and (y/n). "Do something, please." he begs them. "Do what? Fight this mob?" Arthur said as he gestures to the women. "They’d eat us alive." (y/n) said. "This is no laughing matter, sir and madam. They need protecting from certain elements. Mostly my family." Beau said then he turns to his love again.

"Penelope, I beg you." he pleads and she looks at him then to the women before she looks over at the couple. "I’ll tell you what…your friend here can drive the wagon for us. It’ll allow us to shout all the louder." Penelope said as she gestures to Arthur. He and (y/n) exchange another look before (y/n) nods. "Sure." he said and Penelope smiles and goes up to an older woman, who was the leader of this.

"Ms. Calhoon…my friend here says he can drive the wagon." Penelope said as she points towards Arthur. The older woman walks up to Arthur and (y/n) and smiles. "Olive Calhoon. Normally, I like to drive myself…but today, I feel like a man joining us…sends the right message." Ms Calhoon said as she gets up on the wagon.

"Well, my partner and I ain’t never been in a protest march before, madam." Arthur said, gesturing towards (y/n), as he gets up on the wagon. "Well, just treat us like the sheep…and the folks attacking us like the wolves…and I’m sure you’ll feel right at home. Shall we go?" Ms Calhoon said then Arthur looks down at (y/n), who nods and shows him her gun that was holstered. Obviously, showing that she'll use it when she has to.

"Alright." Arthur said after he nods at (y/n). "Alright, ladies. We know our song is a good one…and we know our cause is a pure one." Ms Calhoon said and Arthur whips the horses with the reins and the carriage begins to move. The women in the wagon sing merrily, holding up posters of "Votes for Women," "We Worth More," and "Respect Your Worker".

"Now, now. Take us down Main Street, right through town to the steps of the Bank of Rhodes, Mr…what was your name?" Ms Calhoon asked Arthur. "Arthur Morgan." replied Arthur. "Very good, Mr. Morgan. Not too quick and not too slow. We need them to hear our voice." Ms Calhoon said. "They will hear it alright." Arthur said.

"Very good. Very good. Mr. Morgan are you and your partner old friends of the Movement?" Ms Calhoon asked him. "I’m just a driver, Mrs. Calhoon. And maybe we are shotgun messenger if it comes to it…but I hope it won’t." Arthur explains as they drive into Rhodes.

"Our message will be delivered peaceably, Mr. Morgan. You and your partner can keep your shotgun to yourselves. Stay on Main Street. It’s a left up here, Mr. Morgan." She said as men and women come out of the buildings to see all the commotion. "Look at these people. It’s about to get exciting…I can feel it." Ms Calhoon said just as the men started to yell at the women. "I believe you might be right." Arthur said and Calhoon noticed the Sheriff on the porch of his office.

"Good day, Sheriff! I trust you’ll make sure it’s a peaceful assembly?" She asked. "Easy there…" Arthur mutters to her while (y/n) looks around her as the men run out in the street and start booing or heckling the girls as the girls sang their songs. This started to worry (y/n) a bit but she walks up to the front of the wagon, feeling safer in Arthur’s presence.

"Head home! Head home!" One man shouted. "Oh, do give it a rest. You sorry fool!" Calhoon shouted at the man then turns to Arthur. "Mr. Morgan, I give you the male of the species." She said. "That’s a pretty dumb specimen, I grant it." Arthur agreed and (y/n) smiles at this. "A little further please. Stop just past the bank." Calhoon said and Arthur does as he's told.

"This spot is fine, sir…" Ms Calhoon said and Arthur stops and she turns to the women that were sitting in the wagon. "Ladies, get down." she said and they get off of the wagon and continued singing their songs while a bunch of men come out and shout things at them.

"Come on, boys. It looks like the circus is in town."

"Go home!"

"You shut your mouth. What you doing here?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Oh my God. Whatever you say… you don’t even know what you’re saying."

"Come on, get outta here. You should be with your children."

Ms Calhoon gets off of the wagon and walks up on the top steps of the bank while Arthur gets off of the wagon as well then walks over to (y/n) to stand by her, Penelope standing next to them. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a great day for all of us. For today is the day we begin to live as equals." Ms Calhoon said.

"Equals? Ha!" One man spat.

"Yes, equals, sir. Fair and equal." said Calhoon.

"This is unnatural…this is nonsense." Another man shouts.

"Fair, equal and free…just as the Founding Fathers intended." Calhoon said. "Founding Fathers, not Founding Mothers… you silly old goat." the second man shouts while a different man noticed Beau and walks up to him.

"Hey! What the hell you doing here, boy?" he asked. "Hello, darling cousin…" Beau said, nervously. "Don’t you ever speak to me like that! What are you doing here?" his cousin asked. "Listening, I suppose…" Beau said, shrugging, and Penelope watches them, nervously, then she turns to Arthur and (y/n).

"Go help Beau…his cousin is a moron…and stop them from ruining the speech." She pleads. "Sure." Arthur said and he and (y/n) walk towards Beau and his cousin. "You’ll learn yourself some manners, cousin." Beau's cousin threatens. "Haven’t you got anything better to do?" Beau asked him.

"You always was a…cocky little…" the cousin growls until Arthur and (y/n) come up to Beau. "Beau. Weren’t we just leaving?" Arthur asked and his cousin turns to them. "Who the hell is this?" he asked. "Follow me around here." Arthur said and they come around the corner of the bank.

"Come on, Beau. Let’s go. Quick now." (y/n) said and they head to the horses while Arthur turns to the cousins. "I’m sorry, friend…let the women speak! Your silly cousin, he meant no harm…look at him!" Arthur tells them then he starts to walk away while Beau gets on his horse. "Who the hell are you?" Scott asked but Arthur mounts his horse, helps (y/n) up and they start to gallop away.

"Oh Lord. Follow me, I know a place. It’s an old battlefield no one goes to." Beau said. "You don’t want to go back and hear the speeches? I ain’t voted before…but I’m kinda getting hot for voting rights." Arthur said and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "I don’t know whether to take you seriously, Mr. Morgan. My cousins are my primary concern right now…if everyone knows about Penelope and me…" Beau explains.

"Everyone knows about Penelope and you. We know about Penelope and you and we've been here all of ten minutes. Sooner it’s out, sooner it’s resolved." (Y/n) said. "The sooner it’s dealt with, you mean…We’re dealt with. Our families, the Grays and the Braithwaites, we bury our secrets and we bury them deep." Beau explain.

"Your secrets and your treasure…" said Arthur. "Catherine Braithwaite’s got a daughter…no one’s seen her in years…she weren’t right and Penelope said…" Beau started to say but Arthur shakes his head. "I ain’t heard about daughters, I heard about gold…" he said.

"The Yankee gold? I fear that’s just a story, Mr. Morgan. I don’t know." Beau said just as they come up to some destroyed buildings and stopped. "This is awful." Beau said, dramatically. "Nobody died…ain’t that awful." Arthur said.

"My brothers are vindictive bastards…my cousins are worse." Beau said. "They started it." (y/n) said. "I know, but…" Beau started to say but Arthur talks over him. "You should leave." he said. "I will, as soon as I have enough money…when my family…We have money, but I don’t." Beau said as he dismounts his horse and digs into his satchel.

"Is your family very rich?" (Y/n) asked. "Yes, well, I believe so…but, uh…they keep me out of the discussions. I have more of a…artistic temperament, so…" Beau started to say as Arthur nods. "Oh, is that what they call it?" he asked with sarcasm and (y/n) giggles a bit. "Yes. Oh, you made a joke." Beau said and Arthur gets off of his horse as Beau walks up to him.

"I really love her…do." He said. "Well, stick around…maybe you can die for her as well." said Arthur. "I thought you were trying to make me feel better?" Beau asked and Arthur laughs. "We gotta go." Arthur said as he gestures between him and (y/n). "Me too. Oh, damn, I’m gonna be late. My uncle is quite as bad as you would imagine. Here, your payment." Beau said as he hands the money to Arthur.

"Thank you." Arthur said as he counts the money. "Excuse me." Beau said and he gets on his horse and takes off. "Well, that was fun." (Y/n) said as Arthur mounts his horse. "It was a bit amusing." Arthur said, chuckling, and he gets the horse to gallop off.

"From a retelling of Romeo and Juliet to voting rights for women....today has been one hell of a day." (Y/n) said. "You're telling me." Arthur said, chuckling. "But...I do appreciate you asking me to come along. I really did need to get out of camp for a bit." (Y/n) said as she places a hand on his arm. "My pleasure, Miss (y/n)." He said and (y/n) smiles then wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him, which made Arthur blush.

They make their way back to the camp, the sun now fully set and the moon rising, and they dismount the horse just as they see Javier, Uncle and Sean near the campfire while everyone else was either eating, sleeping or talking amongst each other.

"Momma!" Annebeth said and she runs up to (y/n). (Y/n) smiles as she kneels down and picks her up. "Hello, sweetie." She said as Annebeth hugs her. "You're okay!" Annebeth exclaimed. "See, I told ya I'd keep her safe." Arthur said and Annebeth smiles at him.

Arthur smiled at her then ruffles her hair, making her giggle. Then they hear Javier starting to play his guitar. "C'mon, let’s go listen." (Y/n) said and her, Annebeth and Arthur go to sit on a log as Sean and Uncle begin to sing. Annebeth ended up sitting on (y/n)'s lap while Arthur sat next to her.

Mollie, O Mollie, it is for your sake alone

That I leave my old parents, my house and my home,

That I leave my old parents, you caused me to roam,--

I am a rabble soldier and Dixie is my home.

Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds,

I know you of old,

You've robbed my poor pockets

Of silver and gold.

Whiskey, you villain,

You've been my downfall,

You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,

But I love you for all.

Annebeth looks over at Arthur, smiles at him then she gets off of (y/n)'s lap and walks up to Arthur. (Y/n) looks over at her as the little girl looks up at the man. Arthur looks down and noticed her standing in front of him. "What is it, sweetheart?" He asked. Annebeth smile again then holds her arms out to him. He smirks a bit then picks her up and places her on his lap.

(Y/n)'s smile grew bigger as Annebeth leans her head against his chest. Arthur looks over at (y/n) and the two share a smile as Sean and Uncle continue to sing.

It's beefsteak when I'm hungry,

And whiskey when I'm dry,

Greenbacks when I'm hard up,

And hell when I die.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,

Rye whiskey I cry,

If I don't get rye whiskey,

I surely will die.

O Baby, O Baby, I've told you before,

Do make me a pallet, I'll lie on the floor.

Arthur sung along with them and (y/n) sways her head to the music.

If the ocean was whiskey,

And I was a duck,

And right when they sang that last line, Arthur then pokes Annebeth's belly, lightly, twice just as he said. "Quack, quack." Annebeth giggled, Arthur laughing as well, as the men continued to sing.

I'd dive to the bottom

To get one sweet sup;

But the ocean ain't whiskey,

And I ain't a duck,

So I'll play Jack o' diamonds

And then we'll get drunk.

O Baby, O Baby, I've told you before,

Do make me a pallet, I'll lie on the floor.

As (y/n) watches Arthur and Annebeth, she starts thinking to herself maybe I was wrong after all. Arthur and Anne seemed to have a connection all along and I just didn’t see it till now. Here she was worrying that Arthur wouldn't want to do anything with Annebeth, but now seeing them interact with each other.

She realized that Arthur is the best thing that’s ever happened in their lives. He really does show some affection towards her and her daughter. It was right there the whole time and she was just worried over nothing. And that's when she knew, she had fallen more in love with him.

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hi ok listen i am not proud of myself but im having a high anxiety day? month? year? and weewoo got me through the last month but for *reasons* aka *my mental health sucks* i am fucking terrified that i will watch faithfully unto the end and then buddie won't happen and I will not be able to handle that. do you have any wise words

also pls enjoy this gif which is me being fragile about tv characters being allowed to discover their queer selves after the age of 21

Well, first of all, I'm sorry you're having a difficult time. I definitely know how that feels.

As to everything else...the thing is, we can't know a timeframe. We don't have a blueprint for this. I can say that I'm fairly confident that by the end of this season we'll have some form of confirmed queer Eddie with feelings for Buck because this whole season (and stretching back to Suspicion and "make sure you're following your heart") has been dealing with the theme of hearts + Eddie and what he really wants for his life, but if we didn't get that I would still be confident in Buddie happening eventually. The writers have crafted this story so beautifully, so thoughtfully up to this point. It's not an accident. They are very good at their jobs and they love these characters at least as much if not more than we do.

The other thing is, we also don't know how long the show will last or how much else needs to happen before they can get together. Right now, I don't think Buck is ready. And I don't think he's going to be ready until he has some time after breaking up with Taylor to sit with his ideas of what love and relationships are supposed to look like after all, he misunderstood the assignment, and realize that what he's been trying to find, he's actually been building with Eddie the whole time. This season was Eddie's journey. If I had to guess, I would say next season is more of Buck's. And it would be amazing if they were fully together by the end of S6, but we genuinely cannot know. All we can do is be patient, trust the process, and enjoy the epic love story playing out on our screens.

As far as advice goes, I think the best thing I can say (and not just to you, but to anyone with this concern) is this: a comfort show is a comfort show, it can be a wonderful thing to have. But I think you have to ask yourself whether the anxiety you feel about the potential of not getting your preferred outcome (which could be years away by the time it happens) outweighs the other benefits to your mental health. Because if the stress of worrying about whether a fictional ship will go canon is really detrimental to you, and especially if that anxiety is interfering with your enjoyment of the story or life in general, it may be that the best thing is to take a step back and find a comfort show that isn't going to cause that level of stress. And there's no shame in doing that -- I have absolutely taken a break from shows I enjoyed for any number of reasons, including the fact that I was frustrated with the pace of a will-they-won't-they slow burn ship. There's no law that says you can't come back and bingewatch to your heart's content when the arc you most want to see finally happens.

For myself, all I have to say is that I have hope, I have faith, I have trust. I get frustrated sometimes. I get impatient. I whine and complain. But I have faith. And sure, there's a chance that the show will end in however many years and I will be proven wrong and all the people who insisted I and others were stupid for having that faith will be vindicated. And if that happened, I would likely be sad, I would be disappointed, I might be angry, but it's still...fiction. I've made my peace with the possibility of that happening. But if I may be a little arrogant for a moment, I am also...a very smart woman and a good writer in my own right and I'm not wrong very often. So...there's that.

Ultimately, the most important thing you can do is take care of yourself. Whatever that looks like is up to you.

#chapel talks #ask #daisyyydaisyyydaisyyy

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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my world is changed and it’s cradled by the comfort that is you.

ೃ pairing: (third year! katsuki bakugo x third year! fem reader)

ೃ warnings: cursing c/o of katsuki bakugo

ೃ genre: fluff overload and bakugo tryna comfort you in the most “katsuki bakugo” way possible

ೃ word count: 1,189 words

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau and my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:)

ೃ this is very very self-indulgent. channeling your frustrations and turning it into some good ol fluff is the best remedy. i am very proud to say that i had so so much fun writing this. hope you enjoy reading it too!!

ೃ song inspo: home by reese lansangan

ೃ After receiving a quarterly report on the status of your hero internships and as a 3rd year student of UA Academy, your day is ruined as soon as you began to read it’s contents. Your explosive boyfriend does not want to see you like this. But how can he possibly cheer you up?

You weren't feeling well.

Not in a "Oh no I'm sick! I'm going to be bedridden the entire day!" It was more of a "I hate everything about myself and half of UA Academy's Third Years seems to think so, too".

It was torture for Katsuki Bakugo to see his girlfriend like this, who only actually got up to go to the bathroom and even then she looked absolutely sad. Not even acknowledging her classmates who she passed by all the way to the bathrooms. Katsuki knew he had to get (Y/N) out of bed and do something fun and enlightening or something to make her feel a little bit better...

That's the problem though. He has no idea how to. With how he tends to act most of the time; (aka his explosive and hot-headed antics for a lack of a better word) trying to be a soft and comforting boyfriend was a foreign concept to him.

But... he had to find a way.

This is for your sake after all. He doesn't want to see you looking like this again. Rather, this is the first time he's seen you look like you're drowning in endless sorrow and... it was not a happy sight.

Your sunny and bubbly disposition in contrast to his rough and proud nature, was one of the many reasons why he fell for you in the first place. (A point he has yet to admit to his family and friends but he's getting there) You were the sun to his moon, and the sky was your love. An excerpt from the poem you dedicated to him for your 1st year anniversary. He found it cheesy as hell but it had a special place in his heart. No one had ever done something like that for him after all.

Bakugo knocks on the door of your dorm room before walking in, frowning and scrunching his nose at the sight of his girlfriend sulking and wrapped around her blanket in a style of a blanket-burrito.

"Hey." You jump a little in your little burrito and your lips don't even quirk at seeing your spiky haired boyfriend. Which is unusual because as far as Bakugo is aware, you show him your most brightest smile and say your most loving words whenever you see him enter your room.

"Hi." You mumble slipping in further, burying your face on your pillow. Katsuki sighs and sits next to you on the bed. He moves some strands of hair from your eyes and pouts. You glance at him and huff, eyes still red though your lips are quirking up. "Don't pout and get mad at me Suki-kun. You know how much that makes me weak. I'm not really in the mood to argue with you."

Katsuki scoffs in a rather playful and affectionate way as he lays on top of you making you squeal. "Katsuki! I can't breathe! Please!" You giggle, your face turning beet red. Your thoughts battling each other as you don't know whether or not to savor the moment or to go back to your sad thoughts. "Not until you stop sulking like a fucking weirdo." You wriggle around and manage to get your arms free so you could shove him off lightly. "I am really not in the mood Suki. I mean it." You say giggling still. Bakugo continues to give you an unimpressed look, his brows furrowing, as he pecks your cheek.

"You okay? On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you feel like shit?" He says in a rather more gentle and polite manner this time. You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. "Could be better. I feel like shit times infinity." Bakugo grunts, as he hesitantly interlaces your fingers together. You shiver at the touch of his hand with yours. Your cold fingers interlacing with the heat emanating from his. It felt weird yet comforting.

"What the hell happened? If this is because of either Monoma or Mineta again, I'm going to beat them to a fucking pulp-" You shake your head rapidly, pulling away to grab a copy of the Third year student rankings and then placing it on Katsuki's lap, lying back down and sighing loudly.

Katsuki looks at the paper you had placed on his hands, and sees a stupid remark about your hero internships. Saying something along the lines of you and your quirk not being good enough, especially during battle-oriented situations. Another critique went far as to say that your quirk is useless and that you don't deserve to even be studying at UA at all. Katsuki clicks his tongue, crumpling the piece of paper and shooting it in the trash can. He sighs heavily, laying down next to you.

"(Y/N." Katsuki begins, "Are you really listening and or putting these shitty fucking critiques to heart? (Y/N) you're better than this."

You sniff and shrug. "I don't know. I guess I should. These statements are coming from the general public after all. The people who watch our every move."

Katsuki sighs and brings you close to hug him, kissing your forehead. "You're more than that, okay? You may act like a dumbass sometimes, but you've got a lot of heart and that's what's important." You shrug once again. Your eyes widen when Katsuki lifts you up, and positions you on his lap. You sit comfortably with his face inches from yours, and his strong arms wrapped around you. You look away, trying to hide the half-hearted smile forming on your face.

It was a gesture of affection you rarely see from him and if the circumstances were any different right now, you most probably would have been screaming internally and your face would be flushing a shade of red you have never seen before. You most probably would have d worded from embarrassment too.

"Listen... fuck what other people think. People shouldn't judge you on what makes you happy and what makes you special, especially as a hero. You are worth more than they made you think." He pecks your lips and touches his forehead with yours. "You saw something different in me. You still tried to be my friend even though I looked down on everyone and acted like a pompous ass every single day. Yet you still saw the good in me. You loved and accepted my flaws that I despised with a burning passion. Now it's time for people to find the good in you too. No matter how long and how hard it takes." You nod bringing yours lips to meet Bakugo's. He smiles into the kiss and you wraps your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you, burrito blanket and all.

"Thanks for that reminder." You whisper, kissing Katsuki's nose. Katsuki mumbles softly and kisses you again. And again. And again. And again until you're giggling like a little girl against his lips. "Tch. Any time." He replies annoyingly.

You smile as the two of you look at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

and from then and there, he doesn't mind doing anything else for the rest of the day.

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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𖨆. 01 / all for us

summary: you wake up in a room that seems to be made specifically for you. as it turns out, it is made for you. you find that out when levi ackerman and erwin smith come in to the room and admit you aren’t allowed to leave. how are the first few days?

word count: +2.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of drugging, mentions of kidnapping, slight manipulation, abuse, violence, and starvation

YOU never thought that you would end up as a canary. a pretty yellow bird with dark dull eyes as you sat in a cage, a trap.

it all started when you met him. the devil incarnate. erwin smith.

he was charismatic young man, sitting at the age of 35 as he held the title of a prosecutor in court. you find it ironic, he puts vile criminals into jail but overlooks himself, the most vile of them all.

he met you at a café. the coffee beans were grinding in the machine at the counter, you remember how you relished in the smell.

when he first caught sight of you, you were scribbling on notebook paper with a nice black ballpoint pen. the gold framing of the pen shined in the light as you twirled it between your fingers. you looked slightly frazzled, but also at ease; something erwin was not used to seeing. you had white earbuds with the slight appearance of brown on the cords in your ears, hooked up to a laptop that you would occasionally glance at.

erwin thought you were a beauty.

you remember how he sat across from you, smoothly initiating a conversation with you. he was delighted to find out that you were a pianist along with a violinist, he loves classical music. you explained to him that you were struggling to create a song for your performance the next week, that all the music notes were just starting to contort into doodles.

when he helped you, that's when you felt grateful. you remember how he mentioned his partner, levi ackerman, and his own enjoyment of the piano. he asked for your number along with the venue where you would be performing.

you gave him the information easily, seemingly ecstatic about someone coming to your performance.

the next week after your performance, you met levi. he was curt and blunt, his difference from erwin had almost given you whiplash. luckily, you learned to adapt and you even would quip back at him playfully. it managed to make him smile, just a little. you enjoyed his company just as much as you did erwin's, something the two of them were happy about.

it wasn't until weeks later of hanging around them that it all went downhill. you went drinking with the two of them, easily complying to levi's request to drink more and more of your alcoholic beverage. it was the last drink that had you realizing that no other drink you had ever had was salty like this. you collapsed shortly after.

you remember waking up in a room, decorated to accommodate you and your interests. there was a white bookshelf that had gold framing splayed onto it with a vast selection of novels. there were three soft and plush chairs by the bookshelf with a soft rug underneath. a small coffee table sat in the middle of the rug.

there was a large bay window with a gorgeous view of a colorful and bio-diverse garden. cushions and throw pillows were placed onto the windowsill, another place for you to sit. the bed you'd awoken in was a queen, heavy cotton sheets messily spread across the bed. around the the room and even on the ceiling were soft yellow lights disguised as vines. directly across from the bed was a vanity and above that hung a nice flat screen TV. the night stands beside your bed held lamps and small knick knacks that you could entertain yourself with.

there were three doors. one to the left of your bed, one to the right of your bed, and one to the right of your television. you found out later that the one by your television was a small bathroom with nothing but a toilet and sink. the door to your right side of the bed was a walk-in closet that was decorated in clothing you'd never be able to afford.

you remember how after that, levi and erwin barged in as you panicked and started to pace around the room. you remember defying them, cursing them, hitting them, kicking them, and even spitting at them.

with a silent look from levi, erwin's distraught face turned slightly sad. his eyes were misty as he shuffled himself outside of the room. when levi's knee came into contact with your face, you realized why. especially whenever the gushing of blood dripped out of your nose and his voice screamed that none of this was their fault, but your's instead.

but now, levi was once again punishing you. you hadn't meant to do it. you hadn't meant to slap erwin. while you had a panic attack, your muscles thrashed without your command and you ended up slapping erwin across his face. you were secretly satisfied when you saw the pained look he gave you, but it immediately turned to dread whenever levi's rough hands pulled at your hair.

he's kicking you once again, and he occasionally accompanies it with a harsh slap.

"i didn't mean to, i didn't mean to!!!" your sobs sound so broken as you land on your side from levi kicking you.

levi ignores you, forcing you to stare at erwin, who sits at the door of your bed with that same neutral look sprinkled with pain.

"please!!!" you plead as you squeeze your eyes shut, "please, i didn't mean to!! i didn't meant to hit him!!"

levi stops his assaults, staring at your cowering form from above. the collar around your neck connected with chains clang against each other as you wearily raise your head.

erwin and levi are expecting a small whimper of pleas, but instead they watch as you slam your head against the hardwood floor. it has you reeling but even so, you continue. you're slipping into another violent mental breakdown, head banging against the floor as your other hand punches at your hipbone continuously.

your teeth are gritted as you start banging your ankle against the ground.

within seconds, levi and erwin are moving you onto your bed and holding down your thrashing limbs. they're murmuring sweet nothings to you, a hand on your forehead holding your head down against the pillow. you sob out again, entering the stage of hyperventilation and wails. erwin is crying along with you while levi just reminds you to breathe.

levi's hands are pressing your's on his chest and over his heart. his heartbeat guides you into stable breathing. when you've calmed down, you enter the shutdown stage.

"there we go," erwin praises and strokes a thumb against your cheekbone, "back to breathing."

levi stares at his boyfriend, who’s muttering something in your ear, but turns his attention back to you whenever you let out a small grunt.

"she wants to watch a movie," erwin says, pressing kisses to your cheek.

"any movie in particular? if not, i'll put on scooby doo; i remember you saying that it comforted you once," he grumbles while he turns on the television.

you don't answer, unsurprisingly, and levi puts on 'what's new, scooby doo?' for you. levi lays back next to you, cuddling into your warm and unmoving body.

it takes two episodes of watching the show for you to start letting out small, yet forced, giggles at some parts of the show. it takes two more for you to be able to speak again.

"food," that's all you said.

erwin shakes his head and wags a finger, "how do you ask properly?"

"can i have some food, please," you sound so tired.

the two men nod and leave your room to get you a meal. you sit up quietly and look down to your hands. they always left your hands untouched, seemingly trying to protect them from the abuse that levi would put onto you.

"stupid, fucking stupid," you spat, "this is their fault, not mine. their fault, their fault, their fault."

you drill the words into your head, but are soon interrupted whenever erwin enters the room with a tray of food.

"you're even sitting up now," he acknowledges while he puts the tray on the bed in front of you.

you thank him quietly and try to ignore the large hand stroking your hair.

"i love you," he doesn't. you don't do this to those you love. zeke never did this to you.

erwin frowns at your silence, hand now tilting your face to look at him. instead of love, your eyes were filled to the brim with hatred.

"you'll come to love us soon enough," he has no ounce of emotion on his face as his finger softly rubs against your skin.

"i doubt it," you mumble and force your face out of his hand. you just want to eat.

when you look down at the tray, you notice the absence of forks and knives. it has your stomach dropping.

"i'm feeding you," erwin says, fork between his long fingers, "we can't trust you with knives just yet."

erwin stabs the fork into cut up chicken breast on your plate, holding it up to your chapped lips. you stare at the food, had it been drugged?

"i don't want to be fed."

"that's too bad. you're being fed anyway, we can't trust you with forks either just yet," he grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your head to turn towards him.

his thumb and index finger squeeze your cheeks, forcing your mouth open with ease. you jerk away at the food suddenly being forced down your throat, hacking as if you were trying to get it up.

"let me chew first," you cough, handing reaching to touch gently at your adam's apple.

erwin doesn’t respond, opting to put another piece of the food onto the fork. he holds it out towards you, patiently waiting for you to stop choking and to eat again. you clear your throat, the idea of willingly letting erwin feed you makes you sick. you don't want to submit.

"i won't eat anything if you don't let me use the fork myself," you feel a headache coming on, fingers now pressing against your temples.

"then i guess you just won't eat," he says with a hint of sadness, taking the tray back into his hands.

you're so hungry. and the smell of the grilled chicken breast with a side of mashed potatoes isn't helping. you don't want to submit. you can't submit, you won't survive.

"guess that's settled then," you flop back down onto your back.

it wasn't the answer or reaction that erwin was expecting, judging by his widened eyes and stiff posture. he relaxes as he shakes his head in disapproval, walking out of the room and locking the door behind him.

you stare blankly at the ceiling while trying to ignore the growling of your stomach. your head hurts from the lack of food, another thing you're trying to ignore.

you turn on your side, but immediately cry out in pain. levi's earlier assault was starting to form bruises on your body, and the idea that you couldn't even curl into a ball made you want to cry. you hiss when you shuffle back onto your back, ignoring the searing pain that shoots through your ribs and sides.

your eyelids feel heavy after you settle down for a while, finally able to ignore all of the pain you've endured.

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when you wake up, it's raining. there's not much natural light coming into your room, which you're okay with.

a pang of pain shoots through your head when you sit up, hands immediately grabbing at your hair and nails digging into your scalp. the tugging of your hair made your headache a little more bearable even if it was for a second.

the sound of your stomach growling and chains clinking echos through the quiet room, causing you to look down at your stomach. the chains are cold against your skin, tiny shivers spreading across your stomach.

you sigh and get yourself out of the bed. you walk to your bathroom, peeing with your face buried in your hands on the toilet. you ignore the fluorescent lights, which make your head hurt worse, and wash your hands aggressively.

you look up in the mirror as you do so, but you wish you hadn't. your eyes were puffy from the tears you shed yesterday and there's now a bruise on your swollen cheek from levi's smacking. you hold back the urge to punch the mirror, instead wiping your hands off with a towel and chucking it at the wall. you slam the door behind you and start to walk pass the three chairs meant for you, erwin, and levi. a wave of dizziness has you stopping and holding onto it, eyes instinctively squeezing shut.

when it passes, you grab a book and a throw blanket that's sat on top of one of the chairs. you settle onto the cushions of the bay window, taking a moment to stare at the rain falling.

you open the book, 'perks of being a wallflower', and find yourself lost in the words.

it's when levi comes in with a tray of food that you realize an hour or so has passed. he looks shocked to see you sitting and reading in silence, checking his watch as if he were making sure he didn't wake up late.

"got you food since erwin had to go to work. it's belgium waffles with some fruit and bacon on the side," he sits down next to your, now, curled up legs and puts the tray on the opposite side of him.

you wince at the mention of food and at curling your legs close. it doesn't go unnoticed.

"maybe if you didn't act out you wouldn't be in so much pain now," he says, holding out a piece of the waffle and a hand under to make sure the syrup doesn't drip onto the blanket.

"i'm not going to be fed. i'm not a child," you stare at the food.

"you're going to starve to death if you don't eat. quit being stubborn and fucking eat. i don't feel like cleaning up a body," he snarls and you resist the urge to kick his hand away.

"if you let me feed myself, i'll eat. then, you won't have to worry about digging me a hole."

"you haven't earned that privilege. we feed you for now."

"then i guess i don't eat," your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare at him.

"you're stupid. you'll end up dying."

"rather die than be fed like a child."

"you've got some pride. maybe i can beat it out of you," he drops the fork onto the plate.

"if you beat me anymore then you might actually have to worry about a body," you avert your eyes back to your book.

"if it's what needs to be done," he crosses his arms, "speaking of bodies, your's reeks."

"i don't have a shower in my bathroom, i can't help you with that issue," you shrug and flip the page.

"you can."

"i'm not letting you bathe me either. i'm not stupid. if you're feeding me then you're obviously going to be bathing me."

he chuckles a little at your defiance, but you know it's forced. you can smell the frustration on his body and your ego inflates knowing that you're the one who got him to be like that.

"when you decide you want to live, knock at the door and call for me," he grabs the tray and leaves the room, once again locking the door behind him.

"i can wait eight more days before i die."

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