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#🐉#more positive spin on my last post#please do tell me what i missed btw i love symbolism#and there were so many i couldnt fit on the poll. like closed fist/open palm. ship/anchor. blue/orange. etc.
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Hii!! This is my first time ever requesting 😭 but i was wondering if you could do something with earth42 miles and the reader both being the prowler?!! Love the work btw😻
MILES 42 X PARTNER!READER
A/N: Heyyyy I love this idea and thank your for requesting of course I can <3
WARNING: I don't speak Spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!
GUYS I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM AN ANON TO TRY THIS NEW WEBSITE SPANISHDICT SO I WILL BE TESTING THIS OUT BUT IM STILL OPEN TO TRANSLATORS!!
BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, JUST ROMANTICS, AND ANGST, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY
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BACKSTORY:
You and Miles have been best friends since babies, given both of your parents were good friends.
As yall grew older yall started dating
When his dad died it crushed you almost just as much as it crushed him.
Miles didn't even show up to the funeral. He was in denial that his father was actually gone.
As time passed he would start canceling hangouts and dates because he had to take care of some "business" with his uncle.
He kept doing it so much to the point where you were fed up and took it into your own hands to find out what was going on.
So when school was out you followed him to his destination. Which looked like his garage?...
You ended up finding out this whole time that Miles and his uncle were in this whole "Prowler" scheme together and Miles was instructed to do all these dangerous murders missions by himself.
So you went up to his room and waited for him to come, so you could obviously confront him about it.
And there he is. Jumping through the window. So casually that you know he does it all the time.
" Hi., Miles"
He jumps startled at your unexpected appearance.
"¡Maldita mamá no me asustes así! ¡Y qué estás haciendo aquí!"
"Care to explain why you're jumping through your own window at 3am?" You question already knowing the answer just trying to see what he's gonna come up with.
He gives you that look knowing that you know what he's been up to.
"Bebé, escúchame yo-."
"YOU'RE THE PROWLER? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHIT? THE FUCK KINDA BOYFRIEND ARE YOU MILES?" You are now angry, rage immediately taking over you.
"I did it to protect you, this is a dangerous job and I can't have you involved in this. No puedo perderte como lo perdí ma." He states in an almost whispering tone looking down at you.
"But that's the issue. I CAN help you, Miles, you can't keep doing this alone, just let me help you, por favor eres mi corazón y quiero ayudar! You plead to him. Your throat choking back sobs. Tears falling down your face.
He quickly opens his arms wide to trap you in a bear hug.
"Ok ok mami. Deja de llorar está bien. Puedes ayudarme shh está bien
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NOW TIME FOR THE ACTUAL HEADCANNONS:
• Even though you guys technically are partners now, he'll make you stay behind on certain missions depending on how dangerous they are. He'll be damned if he lets you get seriously injured.
• He's always patching you up and taking care of you every time you get hurt
"Oww Miles! That one hurt worse than the others"
He chuckles at your pouting
"Lo siento mami tienes una más solo sé una buena chica y respira estarás bien"
• He definitely designs your costume for you, out of your favorite colors and a heart symbol, which represents his love for you (awhhhhh ^-^)
• Kisses before you leave for missions because its a way of saying "I love you"
• If Aaron tries to make you go on a mission and makes Miles stay back he gets angry and flips out, and definitely doesn't do it
"¿Qué quieres decir? ¡Joder, no! ¡Ella no puede estar jodidamente sola, no! ¡No me importa!"
• In conclusion, yall are a great duo!
#earth 42 miles#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales#miles x reader#miles g#prowler miles#across the spiderverse#m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★
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I'M BACK I'M NOT DEAD. Life's been hella busy and it will be again by the end of the week but I'm taking this little break and typing this while I can lol
As usual, amazing characterization, I'm deeply enjoying ramattra's inner monologue. He's still got these conflicting moments of not particularly caring for human habits/nature (like sleep. ignore that he seriously needs some more metaphorical rest himself) and at the same time appreciating reader's trust to share these moments with him. Also he was laser focused to have counted how many minutes until they stopped snoring lmao I loooove when 'noticing the small details' is taken to this extreme, there's something very endearing about it
Also
“Ramattra?” Your voice was hoarse as you sat up, sucking in air through your teeth and wincing.
“By your side.” He let his orb fall into his hand.
aAAAAAAAAAAAA (read: if i could word things a bit more smartly I'd say besides being heart-achingly sweet this perfectly captures his voice and the DOUBLE MEANING)
Okay now my favorite part of the chapter which is also the fic title THE GAME OF GO, I LITERALLY HAD THE BIGGEST GRIN WHEN I GOT TO THAT PART BC I HAD A FEELING I KNEW WHERE THAT WAS GOING AND IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I IMAGINED
They let him go first? Okay. They placed the tile right next to his? Okayyy. They kept the board just for him?? Okay Okay. ACTUALLY WINNING?? BEATING HIS ASS AT GO THEN TELLING HIM YOU'RE STICKING TO HIS SIDE NO MATTER WHAT?? *insert that soyjack pointing meme* SYMBOLISM!!! TITLE REFERENCE!!!
This was a great cascade of events and also my favorite part about their dynamic (and how the fic is written), there's always two conversations happening at the same time with them; one with words and one without. And they both seem to see the two happening and it's so delicious
Three last things to note...
1. Ramattra holding back on his fantasies bc that's just silly it's never happening then the second reader goes "I'm staying btw" he immediately stops resisting LMAO
2. Zenyatta keeps getting referenced so I wonder if that's leading up to anything...
3. “… Please don’t ask me to shoot anyone though.” “We shall see.” THAT'S. THAT'S NOT A NO. RAMATTRA THAT'S NOT A NO.
I am so so excited to see what happens next bc reader will be probs directly involved w the decision making now, or at least come in as another factor and Ramattra's not gonna be happy with all of it...
- smile anon but you've probably already guessed hehe
Smile Anon I need you to know how much joy you bring me, sorry your life has been so busy, I definitely understand though (my job sent me on a business trip this week the week before Christmas! My bro has come to visit for the holidays and I miss out on a little bit of that)
I've read this at least 10 times like ... Hhhhhh you're so sweet thank you!
Yes! I have been doing my best to stay true to his voice and character, though I caught a few mistakes in earlier chapters that I went back and corrected bc I'm neurotic lol
I love this omnic so much it's insane, I'm so glad you enjoyed the game of go!!!!
And I love writing conversations where the words aren't the only focus because communication is more than just language
And yeah, it definitely was not a no 😏
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All I Have To Do Is Dream
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)
Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.
Author’s note: I know I’ve been gone for so long, I’m sorry!! I loved these requests and decided to merge them together. Took a while to write, I haven’t had much inspiration. I’ll keep this short and hope you enjoy this!! Let me know what you think!
Requests: hi!! first of all i adore your writing (esp. betrayal)!! id willingly chop two of my limbs in exchange of ur writing skills hahah!! can you maybe write a oneshot similar to take my breath away, and the reader and steve are dating, but they’re actually in steve’s dream(like in age of ultron) and she is sad that steve’s still hasn’t moved on from peggy?? and can you make it extra angsty?? sorry if this is too much hehe!! thanks btw :))
Hmmm maybe angst w/ Steve or Bucky where a misunderstanding/bad fight leads to the reader leaving the team?
“Damn it, Steve! Would you just listen? Where the hell are you even going?” your voice boomed around your small apartment as you breathed harshly, trying your best not to pull your hair out of frustration.
At first, it had all been just petty disagreements, you and Steve letting off some steam after the snap happened. You had thought it was normal at the time, a coping mechanism that needed to be flushed out of your systems never expecting that it would last for as long as it has. Five freakin’ years. By now, you would’ve thought you’d realize how lucky you were to still be alive, to still be together while others couldn’t say the same. And yet...
“Geez, Y/N. I am! For the past 30 minutes! And I’m telling you now what I’ve told you from the start, I am not ready! You gotta give me more time, doll.” He replied, his voice just a tad calmer than yours but you didn’t miss the tick in his jaw as he walked out of your shared room, shrugging into his jacket. You knew his anger was just brewing inside, ready to attack if you pushed just a little bit harder. After countless back-and-forths, this had become a routine between the two of you with Steve always taking the role of the aggrieved party, ending arguments with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes before he walked away, deciding he had something better to do with his precious time than fight with you. While you, on the other hand, always found that more infuriating, making you impatient and mean, baiting and nagging him until you wouldn’t even recognize the shrill and whine to your own voice.
“And when would that even be? It’s been five years since the snap. When will—”
“Don’t you dare bring that up!” his voice rose, eyes glaring at you as he whirled around, his jaw clenched. “Don’t use that excuse on me, you know damned well I know it. Why do you think I chose to move on and be with you instead of helping Nat bring them all back, hmm?” He continued mockingly as if you were stupid enough not to understand.
This was it, what all your petty arguments had narrowed down into;
Despite what he said, he still wasn’t ready to settle down.
“But what the hell are we doing now, Steve? We’re not getting any younger! I want to have kids, a family, with you!” You knew you sounded pathetic, and desperate all at the same time but you couldn’t help but continue, the pretty picture already clouding your brain,
“Can’t you see it? Having children of our own, their drawings hung up on the walls, the dog you’ve been wanting to have since forever running around the house, family barbecues...” your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat, your eyes glazing over with unshed tears. It was all within your grasp, so easily reachable if only Steve agreed with you. If only he wanted it too. Anger bubbled up to the surface while he bristled, looking annoyed.
“We can have all of that, you know. What are you even waiting for? Will you ever be ready? Because it really feels like you won’t and I’m the only one who actually wants this,” You were unrelenting, thinking of Tony Stark’s family, how they had gone off the grid and had their own little piece of heaven. Crossing your arms, you knew you wouldn’t achieve anything by becoming a nag but your patience was already wearing thin.
“Jesus, Y/N! Why would you even say that? Of course I want a family with you! I’m just not ready for that yet! Just give me more time,”
Shaking your head, you let out a defeated sigh and looked away from him. You could hear him grabbing the keys from the counter, exhaling loudly before he went up to you and ran his hands down your arms soothingly, willing you to understand. When you didn’t budge, he just pleaded as he always had,
“I love you, you know I love you. But I need to get to this meeting, those people need me, Y/N. Could we please just talk about this later?” He moved his head lower to meet your eyes and even in your state of anger, you knew you couldn’t say no to that. He took your begrudged nod as an assent, kissing your forehead before he turned to leave. What else were you going to say anyway? He was going to lead a therapy session for people who had lost their loved ones. Guilt ate at you for keeping him here when he so desperately wanted to save the world. People needed him too, not just you. They hung on his every word. They needed their Captain America, their symbol of hope. While, here you were, acting like a child because he wouldn’t let you have your way.
Letting out another sigh, your gaze stuck to the floor, berating yourself at how selfish you’d become. You knew what you were getting into when you dated him. You had no illusions of being the center of his universe, it was always going to be the people. But still, it would’ve been nice to be put first for once. You hated the tandem feelings of jealousy and guilt that always crept up on you after your fights. You just wished he understood that while those people needed their hero, you needed your Steve too. But as time passed, it seemed like the man and the hero were indistinguishable and you’d been deluding yourself into thinking it could be different. You’d just have to accept that too because living without him wouldn’t even be an option.
He paused by the door, catching sight of your slumped shoulders. “Hey,” he said softly, striding back to you.
“You know I love you, right?” he stroked your cheeks and you couldn’t help the turn of your lips. Nodding slowly, you rolled your eyes at how easy you were for him.
“I know. I’m sorry,”
Ducking down to give you a quick peck on the lips, he reassured you again, “We’ll talk about this later, I promise,” then he gave you one last kiss to your forehead before he disappeared. But what once would’ve eased your worries did nothing to quell your nerves now. Your heart believed everything was alright but your gut said otherwise.
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He looked down at the worn, brassy compass in his palm, his mind years away from where he was, unaware that you were standing by the door. You watched his shoulders relax into a defeated sigh, his eyes never leaving her picture. You couldn’t remember when he ever looked at you like that, all the love and longing etched on his face. He brought his other hand up to caress the picture gently, as if he actually imagined she was with him, a small, sad smile forming on his lips. You felt the air knock right out of you while you scrambled out of there feeling as if you’ve intruded on an intimate moment. You couldn’t help the tears falling from your eyes while you convinced yourself it was nothing. He had just lost his best friends, she was a symbol of his past. He just missed that right?
You paced around the kitchen, your mind running back to the times you’ve caught him staring at Peggy’s picture. All those times you pretended you didn’t notice how frequently he had been doing it these past few years. His voice, an echo in your head,
“I’m not ready, just give me more time doll, please,”
Closing your eyes, you buried your face in your hands. Oh, it would be so easy, you thought. All you had to do was get into his mind and see for yourself. One little, fast trip into his thoughts and you’d get your answers. He’d be none the wiser, no one need ever know except you. And your dignity, and your pride and your principles. Ugh.
He trusted you, you promised never to use your powers on him and yet, that was all you could ever think about now. Did he think of her when he thought of the family he wanted? Was it her face he saw, walking down the aisle to him?
For the first time in your life, you hated your upbringing at the Xavier Institute. You hated the values and principles they instilled in you, the very reason you were adamant not to use your powers on the unwilling and unsuspecting for your own personal gain even though you were going crazy, craving for your own peace of mind. Deep down you knew, promise to Steve or no, you couldn’t go through with it.
You looked at the clock, thirty minutes to go before his meeting ended. Grabbing your coat from the rack, you impulsively decided to go to him, promising yourself you weren’t going to nag and argue with him but have a normal conversation like you used to. You haven’t had a date in a long while anyway. Maybe a little spark of romance was all you really needed.
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Your steps echoed on the linoleum floor, walking past the empty hall to follow the directions to the room where the meeting took place. Rubbing your palms together, you spotted the room. The fluorescent lights hanging above casting a lonely pallor to the already gray walls while the rain poured heavily outside. The gloom, an inevitable reminder of what the world has become. It seemed everywhere people went, there was always a reminder of what they’ve lost. Even on an otherwise unblemished sunny day, the vibrancy was not the same, people were scarce and it was quiet. Too quiet. Which was why you were so adamant to continue on living, in order to honor the lives of the people you’ve lost.
You could hear their faint voices outside the room. Your heart going out to those poor people who still held onto the past while you thanked your lucky stars you still had Steve.You fished for your earphones in your purse trying not to eavesdrop but his clear and deep voice interrupted you. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, you listened, a smile tugging on your lips while he commended the other person. He was always so good with words, always knew the right things to say and that never failed to make you proud. His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, making you stand a little taller, hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach. He talked about moving on, about finding purpose again.
“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”
Your whole body went cold, the smile on your lips faltering, your hands suddenly gripping the edge of your blouse while his disheartened voice continued to try to reassure everyone including himself,
“I woke up 70 years later, you gotta move on. You gotta move on,”
With a hand to your lips, you ran, your rapid, staccato steps filling the hall barely even muffling the sobs you desperately tried to hide.
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Steve didn’t bother coming home straightaway after the meeting. He told himself it was because he needed to check up on Nat despite the fact that he could’ve easily just called, despite knowing you were all supposed to meet for dinner in a few days anyway. He took his time getting to the Avengers Compound, embracing the uncharacteristic quietness of the city, giving him the chance to be alone with his thoughts. If he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t shake off the guilt that settled at the pit of his stomach at the thought of Peggy. The love of his life. Apparently, anyway. He had no idea where that came from, never really thought of it until it slipped from his mouth. And did he really feel that way? Was she really the love of his life?
The thought of you came unbidden from his mind, your warm smile waking him up in the morning, your laughter setting the world to rights whenever he was feeling especially out of place. You’ve been through so much together, what you both had was real and it was beyond anything he could’ve imagined when he woke up from the ice and he knew he should take it a step further. He loves you, he is fully committed to you. There was nothing holding him back and yet… and yet, he still thought of her. He couldn’t help but think that if he had only stayed where he really was supposed to be, Peggy would’ve been the mother to his children, she would’ve been his wife. She would’ve been his life’s true love. But the very thought of that put a sour taste to his mouth, the truth was he could never picture his life without you. As much as he still dreamt of the past, how could it be the same if you weren’t there?
At first he thought falling in love with you was a balm to soothe his lost soul until he eventually realized you had crept up on him slowly but in a span of a heartbeat, wormed your way into his heart so suddenly he couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment he knew he loved you. It was plain and simple, he knew it as he knew the sun rose in the east, he loved you. It was so unlike the way he fell for Peggy where all it took was one look and he was already drunk in love.
Was it possible then, to be in love with two women?
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You were already in bed when Steve got home, feigning tiredness from the day when your heart was really beating rapidly in your chest. How could you face him now knowing you were second best? You could hear him in the bathroom, oblivious to your inner turmoil. When he was done, he gave you a quick kiss goodnight and went to his side of the bed, his back to you. You turned to face the wide expanse of his shoulders and wondered where the hell do you go from here. Would you really be alright living in the shadow of his ex, one of the world’s most accomplished women, so extraordinary that Captain America couldn’t even move on from her? Could you really leave him if it came down to it?
A tear escaped the corner of your eye and you laid on your back, the darkness of the ceiling reflecting the heaviness in your heart. You must’ve stared at it for hours, wondering just how far away you were from the man right at your side. He was with you physically but his heart? You always knew deep down, it belonged to someone else. If he had a choice to go back, would he leave you? With the way things were going, you knew he would. In an instant. There was always a part of him that he closed off from you and ever since the snap, it only worsened. The fights, the distance, it all made sense now. Heck, even tonight, he didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing and accepted your lame excuse to get to bed early. It was the weekend, you literally had nothing to do the whole day and yet, it never even occurred to him that something could be wrong. For once, you were sorely tempted to use your powers on him. Hearing his even breathing as he slept didn’t make it any easier. It would be over before he knew it, what would be the harm in that?
As if on cue, he turned and faced you. His long lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, he looked like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked younger, more like your Steve. The Steve you wished would let you in and give you the family you’ve always wanted.
“Just a quick little trip, no one would ever know. What would be the harm in that?” the little voice in the back of your head taunted.
What would be the harm in that?
With your resolve weakening, you jumped right into the abyss, entering the mind of the man of your dreams, hoping you were his too.
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The sun shone brightly through the open window, letting in the warm summer breeze while his favorite vinyl record played in the background.
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It’s been a long long time
The air was crisp and the smell of pancakes and cinnamon wafted from the doorway of the kitchen into the living room of the small, suburban house. The yellow walls were adorned with children’s drawings with a few marker drawings on the wallpaper here and there. The faint sound of giggling could just be heard from where you stood by the stairs. Your children, you thought to yourself, a smile creeping up your lips. This was it. This was what you’ve been picturing too, what you’ve told him countless times over and over again. He dreamed of it too. You turned your attention to the living room, your heart giving a little leap at the mess. It looked like someone had tried to tidy up but gave up on the last minute, some toys still scattered about. You noticed the pet bed by the couch, and you couldn’t help but be excited and hopeful, it was everything you thought of down to a T. You went towards the paper and crayons on the low table between the couch and the fireplace, inspecting one of the children’s current drawings there. It was of a family, their hands holding each other while they smiled in front of the house, a little dog at their father’s side. At the bottom, a scribbly handwriting of a preschooler wrote; Mom, Sarah, James, Dad and directly below the dog, Sam. You laughed aloud at that, clutching the drawing, hoping you could keep it for yourself and willing it into existence.
“Come on, dance with me,”
You heard Steve’s playful voice coming from the kitchen. A woman’s laughter rang out, you could just imagine yourself shaking your head at him in response, but something about the woman’s laugh caught you in your tracks. A little too shrill, a little too melodic. You inched closer to the open door, your heart dropping to your stomach. There they were, the picture perfect couple. He twirled her around, her red dress hugging her curves so effortlessly, while she drew her head back and laughed. The dimples on her cheeks deepening, her curls staying in place even when Steve maneuvered her around. They looked so beautiful together, his golden locks and smitten smile never once leaving her face, he never looked so happy.
Not even when he was with you.
That realization hit you like a train. You couldn’t even remember the last time he looked at you the way he looked at Peggy now. When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you acted silly together? When was the last time you were both happy? That was what hurt the most. You couldn’t even remember. It felt like a weird sort of deja vu except now, it was an actual woman instead of a picture on a compass. You tried to gather your pride and step away but you couldn’t, you were rooted into place, a sadistic part of you welcomed the pain because you should’ve known.
“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”
You should’ve known.
But instead, you choose to play the fool.
There must’ve been a shift in the air that only they understood because Steve gathered her in his arms now, their eyes locking into each other, gentle and longing.
You'll never know how many dreams
I dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
He rocked her back and forth, bringing her hand up to his chest, turning into action what words fail to describe. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his heart, savoring their moment. He leaned his head on hers too, a satisfied smile on both their faces as they continued to sway to the music. You had never felt as small as you did now. You felt like a thief, intruding on their moment, stealing his dream away. And that’s exactly what you were doing. That’s exactly what you are. You felt so dirty, a desperate, pathetic fly on the wall he couldn’t get rid of. And worst of all, you destroyed his trust too.
As if on cue, the colors started to change, the song distorting and shifting and in this moment you knew, you had to leave.
You have to leave.
Part Two
#steve rogers x reader#steve x reader#captain america x reader#steve rogers angst#steve rogers#steve rogers fic#steggy#the avengers#marvel#captain america
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The Princess and the Miller
A/N: In honor of @monsieurbruhl reaching 1,000 followers as well because I can’t stop thinking about her post, I decided to make a Tonda one-shot. It deviates a little from the original post, but I hope you all still like it. BTW I haven’t read the book or seen the movie, but after reading up on it, I am going to go with an alternate version of this world. Hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Tonda x Fem!Reader. No use of Y/N.
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Angst, Fluffy Smut, Happy Ending.
You had always been told that when you turned 21, you’d marry a prince. It was a marriage arranged since your infancy, you hadn’t met your betrothed and yet you were in a carriage on your way to his kingdom to marry him. You tried your best to find the best in the situation, tried to get some semblance of an idea of who the man you’d soon call husband, but all you got were very generic answers. He’s speaks several languages, plays many instruments, charming, handsome. But no one told you whether he was kind, generous, or good. Your eyes fell on the greenery whirling past your carriage as you felt your nerves grow.
Silently, you prayed that the prince you’d soon be married to would be kind, that you could learn to love the man and try to have a happy life. Your prayers quickly stopped as suddenly, the carriage had rocked and jumped wildly and then before you knew it, the carriage tipped over and things went black. A pounding in your head was the first thing you clearly knew before your eyes managed to open and focus enough to see the destruction before you. The coachman that was riding with you was trapped beneath the carriage and you could hear the soft whimpering of pain. You stand, though your leg was in great pain, and despite your own weaken state, you tried to help by pushing against the carriage, but to no avail. You looked around and noticed smoke in the sky. Someone lived by, they will help.
Running towards the direction, you press on, despite your own body aching, your head swimming with light headedness, because you had to help. Tired, but you managed to reach a mill, and saw a figure whose back was turned from you. “Excuse me,” your voice low and hoarse. The figure doesn’t hear at first and continues with his work, so you move forward, your body leaning against a pile of wood, which you knock down on accident.
The figure whipped his head around and at first seemed ready to fight but seeing you, blood dripping from your head, your weaken state, made him soften. “Please help,” you manage before passing out.
The next thing you knew, you wake up in a bed, your head bandaged, your leg in a splint and the pain subsided a bit and everything started to slowly come back to you. You try to get up from bed only to be hushed and pushed back gently. “No, don’t get up.”
It’s then do you take a look at your rescuer. He was older than you, can’t be no more than ten years older, but his wavy brown hair which he tied back, to his warm brown eyes and friendly smile made him seem boyish. “The coachman,” you say suddenly, “My carriage had crashed, he needs help,” you say, trying once again to get up.
“Alright,” he says, once again gently, pushing you back down, “I’ll go and see. In which direction did you come from?” You tell him to the best of your knowledge, but your head hurts so much, and you feel as if you want to cry. He offers you a small wooden bowl and brings it to your lips. “Drink. It’ll help with the pain.”
You do as your told, what else did you have to lose? Once he makes sure you drank all of it, he settles you back down and goes to find the carriage. Laying there, you wait and the pain in your head fades, allowing you the chance to wonder what will happen now; will your betrothed start to get worried if you are not there by tomorrow and have a search party sent for you? Will your father when he doesn’t receive word from you? Quite a bit of time goes by before you realize that the man returns, and his face is grave.
“I am sorry miss, but the coachman is dead. He died before I found the carriage.” His brown eyes grow tender with remorse and silently offers sympathy.
You cry, not only because the coachman was a good man you knew growing up, but because you felt completely and utterly alone. How you wished you were home now, wished you never left to be engaged, wished you were with your family now. The man does not say anything to you for a long time, leaves the cottage with a shovel in hand, and you knew what he was going to do. His absence allows you time to grieve, time to accept the situation, and when he returns, he still gives you space, waiting for you to speak first. He tells you he had buried the coachman, but you don’t feel like you could respond without crying, so you remain silent. When you do speak first, it is late in the night before he decides to retire to sleep.
“What is your name?”
“Tonda.”
“Thank you, Tonda.”
Crying yourself to sleep, you wake and it takes you some time to realize where you are but are quickly comforted by the sight of those same soft brown eyes, sitting by the fire, stirring the pot. “Good morning, did you sleep well?”
“Well enough, I suppose.” He gets up to bring you some porridge, gesturing for you to eat. “Where am I?”
“In my mill, just on the outskirts of Schwarzkollm, a small village, simple, but good. Where were you heading off to, maybe I know a way to get there.” You thought to not tell him the whole truth, withhold your being a princess, but looking into his eyes, you feel as if you can utterly trust him with anything. So, you explain that you were on your way to be married, that your betrothed was expecting you any day and must be worried. He took your being a princess well and instead of acting like everyone else who fell to their knees and dare not look at you, he continued to look at you, like you were an actual human being, not a symbol as your father once described you. “I know the kingdom, it’s a half a day’s ride from here. I’ll take you there as soon as I am sure you are feeling better.”
“Oh, thank you, Tonda! Thank you!” You clasp his hands into yours, a gesture of gratefulness, but somehow the touch made your cheeks grow warm. Perhaps it was because you realized that this was the first time you had been alone with a man that was not your father, perhaps it was because of how close both of your bodies were, or perhaps it was the look in Tonda’s eyes that made your stomach flutter like a million butterflies.
Word quickly spread that Tonda had a visitor in his mill, a young and pretty woman at it too, and people came to know the story, though you asked Tonda to not revel your true identity. Tonda was polite and kind enough to try to hold many of them back, certain it would overwhelm you, especially from the trauma you suffered the day before. But a few older women get by, offering food, clothing, and remedies to help you feel better, and you thank them graciously, knowing they mean well. You become grateful to be alone once again with Tonda, so you could have some peace.
He is gentle when he checks your bandages, cleans the wounds, and reapplies fresh wrappings. “You have only a small cut on your forehead, that’ll heal soon, but your ankle looks very bad,” he observes and you have to agree with him, what with it’s dark purple bruises and deep cuts that even grazing it caused great pains. “Stay off it for as long as you can; the longer you stay still, the quicker it’ll heal.”
You stay in bed, applying ointments and herbs that Tonda and the older women bring to you, while Tonda does his chores as well as trying to care for you. Feeling guilty, you offer to do little things to help, such as peel potatoes and mend clothes, little things you didn’t think mattered, but did mean so much to Tonda.
You wondered how you’d pay him back, especially since he was good enough to grab your trunk from the wreck and brought it to the mill. It wasn’t the clothes or the trinkets you cared about, but your books. Your father took great care to have you educated, to read and write, know your math and history. One day, Tonda noticed you reading and asked about it. “Oh it’s one of my favorites, but then again, I am partial to love stories. I’m almost done with it, you can read it after if you like.”
His cheeks grew red. “Oh, that’s kind of you, but-”
“But what?”
He looks down then admits, “I can’t read.”
You look at him surprised, such a capable and bright man stood before you, and he didn’t know how to read! “Well, how about this? As a way to repay you, I can teach you to read and write in the evenings, and whatever else you’d like to learn. What do you say?”
At first, Tonda tried to refuse, saying that there was no need to repay him, but after arguing that it would be good for him when he does business in the village, he at last accepts. And so went your life for the next month. During the day, Tonda worked on the mill while you tried your best to help in bed, then in the evenings, you taught Tonda how to read and write. He was a quick learner and so proud of himself that you couldn’t help but to be proud as well.
In the time between, you both came to understand each other. Tonda proved to be a kind, gentle soul who loved animals and children, with a quick wit and a wonderful sense of humor. His father taught him to fight, which you were grateful to hear that he had little cause to use his skills, his mother taught him how to cook, which is why you were always asking for second helpings of his food. He told you how he was orphaned when he was quite young, and had lived on his own since, how while there were times he didn’t mind the peaceful quiet, he struggled with the solitude.
You told him how you understood what he meant, often feeling all alone in the big castle, how your being a middle child and not a boy, your worth was measured in how good of a wife you could one day be. You tell him of your apprehensions of your upcoming marriage, how small and insignificant you feel in this world, especially since there had not been any word on anyone trying to find you.
“No one is insignificant. We all have a reason, a purpose. Even a blade of grass has a purpose, for that blade of grass may very well be shelter to an ant, the nourishment an animal needs to live. You have your purpose, you may not yet know it now, but you will. You’ll mean something great to someone, and they’ll find they can’t live without you.”
Your heart thumps harshly against your chest, the look in his eyes, the tenderness in his voice all touched you so deeply, that you almost forgot to breathe. He turns away from you, looking as if he spoke something he shouldn’t.
The next day, you try to walk. The bruises have gone and the cuts have turned to faint scars, but it is still a little sore. Tonda stands by your side as you attempt to walk and with each attempt, you get further and further. While the sight of you getting better should have been a moment to celebrate, neither of you say the words, but both remember his promise. “I don’t think I am quite healed yet,” you speak before he does, “I think we ought to wait until I am able to walk completely, perhaps another week, just to be sure.” You are grateful when Tonda happily agrees and lets you remain with him.
A week turns to two, and those two turns to four. You learn from him how to work the mill, helping him more and more, going into the village with him, meeting the people properly. You don’t hear the whispers of the villagers, certain that you and Tonda were courting, but it’s perhaps better that you didn’t it would only make things complicated. And still, two months and no word, no sign of either kingdoms looking for you.
Eventually, you dare ask Tonda to take you to your betrothed kingdom. You just have to know what happened, why no one came for you, to let them know you were safe. A flash of pain shoot across his eyes, but being the honorable man he was, he hitched his horse and the two of you rode on. When you did reach the kingdom, you were surprised to see celebrating going on, ribbons everywhere, flower petals falling from the sky, cheers from the crowd.
“Excuse me, what is happening?” Tonda asked a passing villager.
“The prince is married!” said the villager, running off towards the castle.
You and Tonda stare at each other bewildered. Trumpets sound and you see, standing on the balcony is the prince you were to marry, and beside him, your sister, as his bride. The sight is like a stab in the heart, not because you had wanted to marry the prince, but because you knew the truth now. No one came for you because in their eyes, you were dispensable, if not you, another will easily take your place.
The realization made you break down, sobbing as Tonda took you away, carried you even as you were so overcome with despair. He helps you back on the horse and together, he brings you back to his mill. The entire ride, you are sobbing into his back, holding on to him for dear life, your heart utterly broken. It’s dusk when you return to the mill, and ever the gentleman, Tonda helps you down from the horse and escorts you back in, making a fire when he sees you shiver. “I am so sorry, my princess,” he says at last softly, “They do not deserve you if they think you can be easily replaced like that.”
“I’m just,” you say low and brokenly, as you sit in the closest chair, “Not the blade of grass they needed it seems.”
He quickly kneels before you, taking your hands into his and makes you look into his eyes. “You are more than a blade of grass; you are the sky, the earth and the oceans. You are everything that makes life worth living for, and that prince and your father are fools to not realize that. You mean something great to me, always.”
You stare deep into his soft brown eyes and it hits you. Tonda, the man who rescued you, who cared for you, listened and taught you, you were in love with him. Yes, it was clear now, and the revelation helped to ease the heartbreak. Taking his face into your hands, you reached forward and kissed him. It was gentle at first, beautiful, something you had always read about in the romance stories and it made you both gasp when you parted.
You don’t know who prompted it, you feel as if it was you, but you can't be certain, but what you do know is that Tonda carried you to the bed, clothes stripped from the both of you and for the first time for either for you, you laid down together and carefully learned together these first throes of passion and love. His coarse hands were gentle on your skin, his lips everywhere as if he couldn’t dare part with you, his movements gentle and slow, not wanting to rush this breathtaking moment. He sighs and moans at the feeling of your soft hands running down the planes of his back, combing through his long wavy hair, the soft whimpering of your voice in his ear.
“I love you,” his speaks desperately, lovingly, hopelessly, “I love you, love you, always.”
Hours later and you stare into the small fire as it slowly diminishes and Tonda curled behind you, sleeping. Today was a whirlwind of emotions, and yet, you couldn’t find it within yourself to feel guilty for how it ended. It stung to think your own father didn’t care, that to the world you were dead. In his sleep, Tonda pulled you closer and nuzzled himself closer to you, making you smile.
Well, you think, perhaps it’s better that the world thinks me dead, to earn this second chance to truly live. And live you did with your sweet miller, happily ever after, in fact.
Tagging those who I think would be interested: @monsieurbruhl, @creme-bruhlee, @bruehl, @neonheart1244, @justfangirlthingies, @git-it-got-it-good, @daniel-bruhhl, @cazzyimagines
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passstt can you do your best to explain the ‘universe’ in depth or at least so it’s understandable bc my ass is clueless 🙃
so, this is my dumb brain linking stuff so please please take this all as what it is — my stupid brain's stupid thinking. this is also the first time i've linked it all out in order. so bear with me. this is loooong. in this universe, we have like three parts: mixtape: on track — b me — mixtape: oh. and it deals with tangled romance and the consequences it has on friendships.
MIXTAPE: ON TRACK
so in mixtape: on track, the universe sets off with the boys in high school, final year, i think. minho and hyunjin are the leads in our whole universe. jeongin is like hyunjin's best friend in this au. they are film and art majors (?) and have this project i presume to make a short film (?). chan deals with the sound, jisung with the lights, changbin with the props, hyunjin with the videography, felix is directing and seungmin is the writer. minho is the main lead in this film and jeongin is a side character in this film.
insert female lead. female lead is close friends with both hyunjin and minho. it's pretty evident that minho and hyunjin likes her and hyunjin constantly does feel bad over minho and her getting closer, because well, he likes her. this feeling turns into a distaste soon enough (as seen in how hyunjin feels pathetic after the girl takes both the drinks from them + how minho shoots the goal while playing soccer and like hyunjin and minho have this weird cold gaze exchange. in both these situations, jeongin is around to help hyunjin. i'll get to this soon.) so like our boy minho and her clearly have sparks and hyunjin dislikes it. high school jealousy, if anything.
that's when hyunjin decides to take action and while shooting, when minho has to grab the female lead's hand, he butts in and holds her hand. all because he likes her and he's done being the second lead in this story. the mv ends here.
now, about jeongin, he did mention in one of his vlive that he was like a guardian angel and i do think he's like a friend that really really cares for hyunjin and doesn't ever want him to get hurt. so the whole mv wraps up in this plot of how hyunjin takes action right when minho and the female lead are slowly getting things going for them.
UNVEIL: B ME
and then we get the unveil track of b me, (how i wish they dropped the mv for this rather!). i'll make a list of stuff that happens in b me first and then tell you how my brain linked it up.
felix with the video camera + tape
jeongin distressed with bruised face
the members reminiscing what they once had before chaos struck.
a script that has even a fool knows (alternative title to on track) written (this was my cue to link them both?)
seungmin, chan and technically the whole cast looking distressed
jisung burning the film competition form (?)
changbin in the court sad and playing alone
biker!minho + biker!hyunjin (THIS ISN'T A POINT BUT THEY ARE SO HOT IN THIS AU SHUT UP RUE!!!)
minho meets with an accident + jisung rushes to his side
angry giving up skz moments
ot8 basketball happy memories
i'm going to sit here and draft this out so again, bear with me, soooo,
i presume the hyunjin grabbing the girl's hand, ofc, did not sit right with minho because technically, minho and her were a thing almost. and that ruined the friendship. this also caused the whole film shooting to turn chaotic, i presume because hyunjin's gaze in the on track mv seemed determined so i think he wasn't ready to back off either. the filming team clearly breaks apart because of this. the tension between minho and hyunjin is still very high. the team is frustrated. jisung burns the film competition form because what's the use of joining when there's no team? changbin is sad and angry and has emotions he is frustrated over (just like the other members!!) because they aren't together as a friend circle distinctly because of the feud between hyunjin and minho. they used to play basketball together (the whole of the ending part!) but not anymore.
now, we see how minho meets with an accident. i'm a bit confused with this part (this is why we need the mv for b me, jyp!!!!) but i'll state out everything i think.
a) jisung is to minho as to what jeongin is to hyunjin.
b) the accident could be solely accidental? maybe minho ran off in a fit after an argument with jeongin and hence why jeongin has the bruises and maybe in that heat, minho could have had the accident.
c) i presume jisung rushes to help him because human guardian angel of sorts of a friendship.
anyhow, i think the small clip of video tape that felix pulls out in the beginning is what they watch together. i do not think this has any correlation to the intense story besides adding the fact that they were reaaaaaaally close because they all look super happy in that shot, omg!!
MIXTAPE: OH
and now here we are, mixtape: oh. (watching and pausing the mv to go as detailed as i can with my storytelling.) this, since it was a mv, we get a story as solid as the first one (thank you, jyp. i hate you generally but thank you for this.)
so we have all the members in the drama club room. the same room we saw in the first mv i think. everyone's gathered back there, picking up their stuff because they have graduated, except for changbin and hyunjin who haven't come. jeongin searches and hopes expectantly for hyunjin to come. the blue certificate kinda thingy (I have no idea what it is. i don't read korean either and my google translate couldn't pick that up :((() is something of hyunjin's and i think minho did want hyunjin to come to this sort of reunion because he gets angry and picks up the blue thingy. he's either mad at that, or he is still mad at what happened in the past. i'm not sure. either ways, jisung is worried too as to what minho is going to do and over what he is feeling. oh, also, minho is in a cast, which means it does go exactly in the order i mentioned !!!
we then see hyunjin (shit, i cried again!) and he's painting an eye (is this a relation with some other skz song i will never know) and i think he took up art after dropping from film club so like he could distance himself from the rest of them, because well, he was 1/2 of the reason why this all happened.
we have the members reminiscing again, thinking about the good times and bad ones too. jeongin is in a tunnel (the boy is always in a tunnel. is this again a link to other mvs i do not know) and changbin goes to the drama club room all alone after everyone leaves and like i think he removed the sign of the drama club room and in my head, it's a symbolism for how everything has finally ended. all the memories they have had had finally ended with their graduation, of sorts, in that moment for him. jeongin, who is in the tunnel calls for hyunjin, like a last thread of hope he clings on to, expecting for him to finally meet them and come back to them. hyunjin doesn't pick up the call.
minho is still packing things up and as he looks through stuff he sees a calender with their anniversary date marked and he remembers of the team together once again. everyone really badly misses the old days. we see jeongin who goes to buy that drink again that he stole from hyunjin in the on track mv and he remembers felix in that moment.
felix who is in the library is with a cake. so i presume it is his birthday because he lights the candle on the cake up eventually. i think he did want to celebrate it with the team as a whole but because of the fall he can't. he opens a book and see the quote, "dreams come true to those who really want them," (we see this on the jisung bus stand shot too btw!!) and he goes on to make a wish on his cake and ie think he wished for them all to be together once again, living the happy memories again. hence the beautiful shots in the end I AM IN LOVE.
so i had this sorta ex lmao who told me this beautiful metaphor once when we broke up about how i left him on the bus of our memories and it was only i who got down and that our timings didn't match. and i think my brain instantly correlated those two, oops. so like the bus is a train of thoughts, a passageway for them to remember the happy memories. changbin remembers the happy memories he had as he looks through hsi phone with the basketball in his hand. jisung also enters the bus and remembers the moments they shared. oh, also changbin leaves when jisung enters. the timings don't match.
TIMESKIP. because this is based off kdramas for sure and what are kdramas without timeskips lmao.
minho's arm is healed. (he's also wearing such a pretty fit i want to steal!) minho goes and tried to meet hyunjin at his art studio because he wants to give it a try, this whole friendship again, i think, but hyunjin isn't there. so he leaves him a note and the certificate (??) blue thingy (?? what is it someone help me!) hyunjin comes back to see them both. this is what happens in the mv, in correlation with the other mvs.
they could clearly make another part of them actually getting together. but personally, i think they do and like felix's wish comes true because the directing is such that they end it with felix opening his eyes. (i also don't want to think of a sad alternative where felix opens his eyes only to remember reality is still the same and the feud still exists. i refuse. in my head, the next part has them coming together just like that in the snow!)
but yes, if you've reached till here, thank you for reading my incoherent mess of thoughts. ily and i hope you have a good day! 💕
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let’s talk about elucien
there are so many reasons why I love elain x lucien and why I think these two would not only be amazing together, but also why they belong together. one of those reasons is lucien’s sassy personality, which we already got a glimpse of in acotar (and that I miss terribly btw), and which is, in my opinion, exactly what elain needs in her life. we’re talking about lucien “your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold” vanserra. we know he’s got quite a big mouth, that’s how we got to know him, but we also know that mouth is exactly what’s gotten him into trouble before. case in point: the eye incident. lucien doesn’t mince his words and yes, that is one of the reasons why elain really needs to spend some more time with him.
she has been coddled by not only her father, nesta, feyre, but also the entire inner circle, which has allowed her to live her life passively. yes, she killed the king of hybern, and good for her, but she did it because nobody else could have done it at that point in time. ever since the war ended, elain has not actively contributed to any plot matters, whether by choice or because someone else took the choice from her. azriel said in acosf, “there is an innate darkness to the dread trove that elain should not be exposed to.” even amren pointed out that elain is capable of defending herself, but for some reason, nobody let her even though elain said she would try to find it: “then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” and yet, by the end of the book, elain’s been barely in it and has not contributed at all. (I know some people claim there’s certain things already happening in the background, but honestly, I’m not satisfied with that development happening off page, so I can’t wait to finally go on her journey and actually see her do stuff)
this moment is crucial:
does it look like she is happy with the way the others treat her? not really. when nesta snapped at her, elain started laughing. that signals relief to me because nesta, the one who has always tried to protect elain the most (nesta baby Ilysm), is the one who suddenly lost her patience. elain needs somebody like lucien, somebody with a big mouth and sassy attitude, who can coax her out of that paralysis she’s been stuck in, a bit like nesta in this scene. additionally, the banter would be top tier. I want another “if I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” moment, please. god please. (elain blinks. “and where would you like that kiss?” — and lucien just loses his mind.)
another thing that lives in my head rent free is the fact that lucien has travelled almost everywhere and could introduce elain, who wishes to see more of the world (see: “elain had always wanted to visit the continent to study the tulips and other famed flowers”), to the different courts and the continent. I refuse to accept that we will not get to learn more about the other courts, for my sake, but also for elain’s sake. I want her to see the spring court at least once. I want her to go and see those tulips she’s dreamt of. I want her and lucien to discover the day court as a new home, which brings me to the next point.
elain has been craving sunshine for some time now. there’s several quotes that emphasise her connection to sunshine/light, here are a few of my favourites:
I marveled at it, actually — that those years of poverty hadn‘t stripped away that light from elain.
the suite was filled with sunlight. every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun as possible. as if any bit of darkness was abhorrent.
she had been always so full of light. perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. to fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. and now nothing remained.
what can I get you, elain? — sunshine.
elain doesn’t belong into the night court. feyre has found her family there, with rhys and the inner circle. nesta has found (or should I say accepted) cassian and found gwyn and emerie, her chosen sisters. but elain?
elain is somewhere in the background hiding with the twins and tending to gardens of the citizens of velaris. you can’t tell me that is satisfactory to you. she is currently ignoring her seer abilities, and the members of the inner circle are basically encouraging her to do so. the only time she’s been confronted lately was during that conversation with nesta and her reaction was not exactly what any of us readers would have expected, was it? that tells me there’s much more about her we don’t know yet, and I’m convinced we won’t know until she finally leaves and finds her own people, finds herself again and start dealing with everything that happened to her. elain must leave the night court, i.e. the darkness, behind in order to grow.
the same goes to lucien: he’s not at a place where he can just jump into a relationship or mating bond. he’s got so much stuff going on. lucien was forced to abandon his home and his abusive family, his “father” killed the fae he loved in front of his eyes, his best friend is an abusive pos who never appreciated him anyway, and neither has anyone in the night court. lucien is used because of his connections and because of the mating bond that ties him to elain, whether he wanted it or not. feyre knows he would never turn away from elain unless she explicitly wishes him to, and so she and rhys and the others use that to their advantage. it is smart, of course, but at the same time, they also keep important information about his own life from him that could change many, many things. so he’s spending his time with mortals in the human lands — a place where he as a fae really does not belong.
lucien being the heir to the day court, well, to me, it feels like sjm is practically screaming it into our face: how could he find a home in the night court, the literal opposite to the day? darkness vs. light. and what about elain “he’d never once in the two years he’d known her found elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … it sucked the life from her” archeron? just looking at the symbolism, not only do the quotes from above indicate that the night court cannot possibly be her home, but also very recent quotes from the latest book. elain is a side character in the night court. and so is lucien. they both need to leave in order to become main characters — and it doesn’t even matter that both are already crucial to the further plot of the series because how can they possibly contribute to it in a place where they are both kept down?
mor said in acofas: “stay out of it. she’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.” and “let him figure out where he wants to be. who he wants to be. the same goes with her.” mor’s power is “truth”, whatever that means. but there you have it. they’re not ready to be with each other yet, and that’s okay.
[elain and lucien are also connected not only because of the mating bond, but also because of the plot. lucien must know quite a lot about her and her sisters simply because of all the time he spent with their father. the father who made a bargain with koschei. koschei who put a spell on vassa. lucien is therefore tied to both papa archeron as well as koschei and vassa. elain, we know, is a seer, despite her not using her abilities (or is she, and we simply don’t know?). elain is (obviously) connected to her father, but also to koschei and vassa (remember those visions she had).]
now let’s get to the mating bond stuff, and I need to say this loud and clear: elain has always had and will always have one (1) true mate. there’s no such thing as “false mate” or even multiple mates. there has been no indication whatsoever. lucien is the mate the cauldron had given her when she was born. and elain is the mate the cauldron had given him when he was born. even when she was still human, they already belonged together — tied together by strings of fate. absolutely nothing will change this fact. should elain reject the bond, lucien will remain a part of her life/her soul forever. should lucien reject the bond, elain will remain a part of his life/his soul forever.
when she was still human, lucien had already felt a pull between them and tried to save and protect her from hybern. when elain was already fae, when it came to protecting her, azriel clapped cassian’s shoulder and left (is this the true mate they’re all talking about?). it’s unfair to lucien, elain, AND azriel and this comparison alone is enough to disprove this theory.
the thing is, lucien has been nothing but respectful, kind and caring towards elain. when he arrived in velaris in acowar, he could immediately sense what she needed and said, “she needs fresh air” (vs. the response “we’ll judge what she needs”) and “take her to the sea. take her to some garden. but get her out of this house for an hour or two.” (I’m gonna make another post about this because I have a few thoughts on this)
of course, she doesn’t owe him anything, but elain herself doesn’t wish to be treated like a child, she maybe she should start acting like an adult because although she doesn’t owe lucien an apology or explanation, she has to have a conversation with him, like two responsible adults. there is no way feyre or anyone in the inner circle hasn’t told her that she can reject the bond and move on with her life. but just like her powers, this is another thing she chooses to ignore. I’m not blaming her because I know she has to work through her trauma first and heal, but by the end of the series, she has to acknowledge that at least.
in acosf, elain says “I am not a child to be fought over” when they discuss the dread trove. I wonder what she would say about the fact azriel threatens to challenge lucien to the blood duel because of her? based on literally everything we know about lucien, I can say with certainty that he would not physically fight over elain. if she only had a conversation with him and told him to move on and leave her alone, lucien would do just that. he would leave her alone and try to move on as best as he could (which we know is difficult for males). but he would never act as entitled to her as to demand a blood duel and fight to death. it goes against his principles.
to finish this off, sjm summing up everything I just said:
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Hello, I require your infinite wisdom please!! :O So I just finished cowboy bebop and I am so confused like who the fuck was Julia. WHAT was Faye's past. I literally never process tv shows and the bebop was not immune to my stupidity LMAO like... I guess the ending just really confused me, from what I gathered Spike and Vicious were friends? But then they weren't? And Julia dated Vicious but also Spike? And he? Went after Vicious even after Julia had died? I am Confusion. Please help. Thank u...
Oh BABEY I am so glad you asked! :) Be prepared for a long answer and I apologize in advance for how incoherent it will probably be.
ALSO Please note: this show is fucking complicated. I have watched it all the way through several times a year, every single year, for over a decade now, and I am *STILL* finding new shit every time I watch it. It's packed with symbols, motifs, allusions and underlying themes that are just so rich. It is so extraordinarily well-written that it could give a lot of classic literature a run for its money. I'm literally working on an in depth literary/film analysis my husband lovingly calls my Manifesto on the series right now. SO PLEASE don't beat yourself up about not catching everything on the first go round.
HEY BTW for anyone who hasn't finished the show, please know there will be MANY spoilers ahead!
Anyways ~
1. Spike / Julia / Vicious:
The information we get on Spike's past, including Vicious and Julia, is pretty limited considering how big of an impact they have on the story. We get our first glimpse in Session 1: Asteroid Blues, then again in Session 5: Ballad of Fallen Angels, Sessions 12 + 13: Jupiter Jazz, and Sessions 25 + 26: Real Folk Blues. I recommend reviewing these episodes for you Julia and Vicious fix.
What we know:
Spike and Vicious were both members of an organized crime syndicate called the Red Dragons, which is roughly analogous to the Yakuza or the Mafia. Their positions in the organization are not clear, but there are some images alluding to them being hitmen, and they likely rose up in the ranks as they were close acquaintances of Mao Yenrai, a Capo of the Red Dragon.
Spike and Vicious were close comrades. Spike taught Vicious everything he knew about fighting, and the two had a deep trust in each other. Which Spike fucked up ….
^^Vicious looks hot asf here
Julia was Vicious' lover/girlfriend. One night in 2068 (three years prior to the time we watch in the Bebop) Spike is injured, presumably from a syndicate-related fight and he passes out in front of her door. She takes him in and nurses him back to health and he SIMPS HARD for her. We’re all but told he's in LOVE love with her. They start an affair, and Spike tells her he's ready to abandon the whole life - the syndicate, Vicious, Mao, all of it - and they could run away together.
WELL Vicious finds out about this whole affair, and is DOUBLY betrayed because his literal best friend and girlfriend have been having an affair, and tbh I think he was just as jealous of Spike's attentions as he was of Julia's. (Whether or not it’s a sexual thing for Spike … well … I have my own headcanons about that). SO when he finds out they're going to run away together, he gives Julia an ultimatum: you can either kill him, or I'll just kill you both. Spike had written her a letter about meeting him in the graveyard to start their new life together, which she tears up to hide his location from Vicious. (This is the falling ripped up pieces of paper we see in Spike's flash back in Session 5).
^^ r/gifsyoucanhear
**NOTE: There are those who disagree with this view, (looking at you Cowboy Bebop wiki) instead suggesting Vicious and Spike were buds in the past, but then hated each other once they were both considered as potential successors to Mao. That's why Vicious wanted him dead, and he was enlisting Julia (who he didn't necessarily have a romantic connection to) to help kill Spike since he knew Spike loved her. Personally, I think there is plenty of evidence that Vicious also wanted Julia, and in fact was already with her, when Spike started seeing her. If you want me to cite my sources please send an me an ask about it :)
Spike gets the idea, whether by her just not showing up or word around the syndicate being like YO Vicious wants you dead. Despite Vicious' ultimatum to Julia, he was gunna kill Spike either way. SO he sets up an ambush, and SadBoy™ Spike walks intentionally into their trap. Somehow, he doesn't die, though the entire syndicate thinks he did. (Note Annie's reaction to seeing him alive in Session 5). It’s also implied that this is where he lost his eye.
HIS EYE - possibly the most important symbol in the show so I do have to mention it. In episode 26, he explicitly explains to Faye that one of his eyes only sees the past. (PS this isn't dissimilar to Jet's arm… we can get into that another time). Basically, he's constantly living halfway in the past and halfway in the present, and describes the past like a dream he can never wake up from. Because dysfunctional or not - the syndicate WAS his family. (Again - see his relationship with Annie, Mao, and Vicious (prior to Spike's betrayal)). It's his reminder that Julia didn't run away with him, and that he'd left behind that life for her. (He didn’t know she was being threatened until the final episode). Basically Spike is hyper-fixated on what he had and what could've been.
Not long after this, Spike starts bounty hunting because like? What else is he going to do. He doesn't care if he lives or dies but if he has to be alive, he may as well be able to eat. He joins up with Jet Black on the Bebop.
TL; DR: Spike stole Vicious' lover, Julia, so Vicious made Julia choose between her killing Spike or Vicious killing them both. She instead went into hiding and Spike thought he'd been stood up. He fake died and got the hell outta dodge.
2. What was Faye's past?
Ok let me start by saying Faye is my wife and my life. HOWEVER I hated her the first time I watched this show circa age 13 because I thought she was annoying/vain/shallow (also because #internalizedmisogyny lol am I right fam). Good news! She is all those things! But she's also very lonely and scared and an amnesiac and secretly a sweetie and she realizes she loves the crew of the Bebop like family.
SO my wife's backstory:
she was born in the 1990s (#only90skidsremember). There's some debate over her race/nationality, but due to the images of her hanging out in Merlion Park in Singapore, my bet is that she's Singaporean. She comes from a wealthy family with a big house, and we see some utterly *adorable* film of her as a child/young adolescent in Session 18: Speak Like a Child. I cry everytime </3
^^ Holla for the representation
In 2014, circa age 20, she and her parents were going into space when the shuttle they were on had some kind of malfunction/accident and it killed an unknown number of people, including her parents. At the time, the technology didn’t exist to be able to save her, so she was put into a cryogenic sleep state. Meanwhile, the Lunar Gate accident occurs, breaking up the moon and causing rock showers on Earth's surface. Most people died, moved to Mars, or settled underground.
She wakes up from her cryogenic sleep in 2068. (Also the year Spike leaves the syndicate.) She's 'woken' by the corrupt Dr. Bacchus who plans on charging her for the years and years of medical debt she's accrued. (See Session 15: My Funny Valentine.) Luckily a lawyer takes interest in her case (Whitney Haggus Matsumoto) and tries to help get rid of her debt. The two fall in love, but turns out Whitney is a Scumbag. He's actually Dr. Bacchus's nephew, and faked his death, writing Faye as the sole inheritor to his will. This means she'll take on all his debts. So baby girl has LOTS of debt at this point.
In the intervening years prior to her joining the Bebop, she gambles, cheats, gains a lot of street smarts, and adopts a very seductive character to get her way. She joins the crew on the Bebop in Session 3: Honky Tonk Women.
TL;DR: Faye is Austin powers
YIKES this is so long I am so sorry. Bitches are obsessed with this show. (I am bitches)
3. The Ending
Okay I'm going to present this in the way, in my scholarly opinion, would be correct, though there are SO many interpretations other than simply 'Spike died :/".
To understand the plot of the last couple episodes we actually have to go back to Session 5: Mao is instructed* to sign a treaty with a rival syndicate called the White Tigers. (*He's instructed by The Van (Council of identical creepy old men) who are the actual head of the dragon. I think we only see them in Session 26.) Well - Vicious is a Bastard Man and he and his fellow mutineers blow up the White Tiger guys' ship and slit Mao's throat. Before he dies, Mao is like "Gotdamnit if Spike was still here this shit wouldn't have happened." Later in the Cathedral battle, Vicious explains to Spike he killed Mao because Mao 'lost his fangs'. He planned on killing Spike for good her, IMO, so there'd be no rival to take over as Capo for the Dragons.
^^These guys are The Van btw
THEN in Session 25, the Van basically catches Vicious and is like “you killed Mao and now you have to go to Time Out.” The Van also decides to just kill everyone associated with Vicious, just 2 B safe. That's why there's a big ass shootout at the Loser Bar where Jet and Spike are chilling, drinking, (missing Faye and Ed and Ein lol) and Shin (younger brother to Lin, who's helping Vicious overthrow the Dragon) explains all this to Spike. OH and PS JULIA IS ALIVE AND HERE IS HER LOCATION :). (**Notice Spike's reaction at this point is different than his reaction in Jupiter Jazz when he hears there's a Julia on Calisto. Much less excited… hmm…).
SO THEN you know we get some flashbacks of the past as previously explained *and* Julia just happens to run into Faye. She recognizes that Faye is one of Spike's friends from the Bebop (she was keeping tabs on him it seems) and picks her up. Faye doesn't know who Julia is but is like damn bitch I'm a little gay for you. (I mean … that may just be my bi ass projecting, but Faye is REALLY struck with her. Look at how she describes her to Jet, I mean come on.)
Faye's like, 'we should team up' and Julia says 'no thanks but also tell Spike to meet me at *the place*'. Meanwhile back on the Bebop Spike and Jet are talking and Spike goes on about some dream woman who was his other half. (We assume he means Julia … I have my reasons to doubt this … I have a lot of angry DMs about my opinion here lol but I just do not give a fuck (: I can expand on this in another post or you can refer to the title of my fucking blog haha) Personally, I think Watanabe personally left this specific scene open ended, the same way he does with the ending and various other things.
more like SIMP Spiegel
ANYWAY Faye comes back to the Bebop to tell Spike about Julia, and Jet gets intel from a former cop buddy that there's some shit going down with the Dragons. (Again, the Van is hunting down everyone ever associated with Vicious, including your pal Spike). Bebop is attacked, Faye tells Spike what's up with Julia, and he heads out.
PAN TO VICIOUS chained up - about to be executed - but what's that!? It's a bird!? It's a pla- no it's just a bird. (With one glowing red eye … hm … reminds me of Spike, also the drug Red Eye. Pls let me know if you have any thoughts on this). Just a bird with a BOMB! Explosion (RIP bird c. 2065 - too soon), Vicious kills the elders, his buddies show up and are ready to go fuck shit up.
this show could not be more of an aesthetic
MMMPhhh okay RAINY CEMETERY. Spike and Julia. She draws a gun, explains why she didn't meet him that day, and then hugs him. Now Spike is not *great* at showing his emotions but he literally just stands there. Maybe it's a stoic expression of how sad he is that he never knew she still cared, when it seemed like she dumped him. Maybe he's finally getting some closure on his past. Maybe the past doesn't mean the same thing it used to. (I'll elaborate later on this).
They go to Annie's to get stocked up on stuff, she lets them know she denied knowing Spike was still alive and hey also the Van was assassinated by Vicious and his guys so. Watch out for that. Then her shop is surrounded by Vicious' guys and she dies :(. Spike and Julia escape to the roof, but she's shot and dies in Spike's arms, and says 'it's all just a dream' :(. (Refer to: Spike living in a dream of the past).
Anyway Jet SAID he wasn't gunna go after Spike but. Jet's parental instincts kick in (oh yeah he was shot in the leg earlier btw) and he goes to Sitting Bull to see if he knows where Spike is. He basically says yeah Spike's about to die somewhere. (I want to do a further analysis on all the Sitting Bull scenes.) Well conveniently Spike returns to the Bebop, eats, tells his story about a tiger-striped cat. (At one point Jet asks if he's going there for her, and Spike is like well she's dead now so whatever). THEN we get to the scene where Faye is like HEY YOU CAN'T GO OFF AND DIE ASSHOLE and he's like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I 've been living in the past so I might as well see if I'm living now. (**This will play heavily into my interpretation of the ending). Faye is pissed, shoots the ceiling and he goes off to the syndicate headquarters to fuck shit up.
He basically John Wicks his way through the building, Shin dies, he and Vicious have the big boss battle and whatnot. He kills Vicious and stumbles back out down the stairs and says "Bang!" and collapses. We pan to the sky and see a star fade away.
Well that explains the plot … now here's what I think happened!!! ALSO may I mention, anon - you picked up on something I feel like a lot of people miss out on. Why *did* Spike go back to kill Vicious if Julia was already dead??
Basically, once it became clear that anyone associated with Vicious was being killed, Spike knew they'd hunt him down, and they weren't beneath Kill-Billing their way to him, (i.e. systematically destroying this companions to get to him). And for all his apparent indifference - he really loves his new found family. Jet is literally like an older brother to him. Ed is a little sister. Ein is well … a very good boy. And Faye? Well the relationship is complicated, and I'm not going to get into the 69,420 reasons I ship them here, but I think it is beyond argument that he really does care for her, even if that just in a filial way. He didn't want the syndicates to kill them for their association to him, or in order to get to him. So he did what he had to do to protect them. *AND NO* I am not saying that he didn't love Julia. But it was clear that his desire was no longer to run away with her. I think he genuinely loved and cared about her, but at some point between Jupiter Jazz Pt 2 and now, he accepted that their time together was over. Now he had a new raison d'etre, which is the Bebop.
I think at this point Spike has 'woken up' to reality (as he implied to Faye in their final conversation in episode 26: "Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. I had believed that what I saw was not all of reality...I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." (This is from the sub btw I'm too lazy to look up the dub transcript.) He wasn't going there to die, he's going to find out if he's really alive. This line is fucking cool and everything - but it's implications are multitude. I won't go into them all here but basically : what makes him alive now is that he's free from his past. He's alive because he has this new family and protecting them is all he really wants now. Spike was protecting Jet, Faye, Ed, (and Ein) by going and facing the entire syndicate, knowing that their lives would all be in danger.
SO - did Spike die? Well again - Watanabe has purposely and artfully left this open ended. Well, if we're following the symbolism from Sitting Bull, then yeah, the man is as dead as disco, and wouldn't that be a fitting ending? BUT at the same time, Spike always refers to having 'died' before (meaning when he was ambushed by the syndicate, and they all thought he died, and he pretty much did). Don't forget that in movie (takes places roughly between episodes 22 + 23, and yes, was made AFTER the series but whatever) he like .. DIES dies. He goes to the afterlife and everything. He wakes up to find he's chilling with Sitting Bull, who's like nah it wasn't your time to die yet. So the fact Sitting Bull confirms Spike will die in the final episode, means yeah, Spike is pretty much dead.
BUT -- okay now hear me out -- could this death in the final episode be a death to his previous life? The person he was in the syndicate? Now that he's extinguished the Red Dragons for good, is it not possible that its merely *that* life which has ended? That's the optimist in me saying that, but if it keeps me from staying up all night crying, I guess it'll have to do. Watanabe definitely wants to leave it up to the viewer, so whatever you think, I feel like there's validity to it.
WELL any anon, sorry for the fucking lecture - and believe me, I could've said MUCH, MUCH more - but I enjoyed this question. I always love talking about this show so please all you fuckers feel free to message me or send an ask about anything any time. I am really slow at replying because #life'sAbitch.
Love you all.
SY,SCB <3
#sorry for the long ass rant#i could seriously talk about this all day.#i even trimmed this down so much#cowboy bebop#fuck man this show is everything#spike spiegel#julia#faye valentine#jet black#vicious#radical ed#ein#<3#spoilers#rant
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Nadja As a Girlfriend (Headcanons)
A/N: here’s my first Nadja thing! if ya’ll want more then please let me know! it’s a little short, but I hope ya like it!
*✧･ﾟokay when Nadja is in love she is OBSESSED
*✧･ﾟ I mean, we saw how she was with Jeff
*✧･ﾟ but you’re definitely different. Jeff was just a guy, a love toy if you will.
*✧･ﾟ You, on the other hand, are Nadja’s absolute world
*✧･ﾟ I mean we’re talking love for Lazlo but x100000000000
*✧･ﾟ she just values women a lot more (for obvious reasons)
*✧･ﾟ She has this persona for being the baddest bitch around that will cut you, but you make her go completely soft
*✧･ﾟ She’d always have you over, it’s like you live there part time
*✧･ﾟ Always takes you to house meetings
*✧･ﾟ Always insists that you sit directly next to her, or on her lap, or she’ll sit on your lap, anything that’s close
*✧･ﾟ She follows you around like a puppy dude it’s the cutest shit
*✧･ﾟ Lazlo even starts getting jealous and trying to impress her like “My darling! look at the sculpture I’ve made of you!” and makes this big grand thing for her
*✧･ﾟ in which she replies “yes, yes, that’s nice. Did you see the drawing that Y/N did for me?? Isn’t it just a masterpiece!” and she shows him a stick figure you drew for her
*✧･ﾟShe loves going on nightly strolls with you and genuinely spending time with you
*✧･ﾟ Loves to play with your hair constantly. She’s always running her fingers through it, or petting your head, or twirling little pieces of it
*✧･ﾟ Loves inhaling your scent, but not for food, it’s just a genuine romantic thing she likes doing
*✧･ﾟ She even keeps one of your shirts in her coffin so that she can have a little piece of you while she’s sleeping (it helps when she can’t sleep bc she’s missing you too much)
*✧･ﾟ if you ever spend the night and she wakes up to find you asleep, she will most definitely climb into the spare bed with you and cuddle you until you wake up and even hums little tunes for you
*✧･ﾟ or if she knows you need your sleep, she’ll get three blankets and tuck you in and just like watch you while you’re dreaming bc she wants to make sure you stay safe
*✧･ﾟ btw she is a huge cuddle fan and is constantly hugging you/touching you in some way
*✧･ﾟ this bitch is always looking for excuses to cuddle you bro
*✧･ﾟ Nadja is definitely a verse, but her favorite is when she can be on top of you and show you all of the love she has for you
*✧･ﾟ this kinky bitch let me tell you
*✧･ﾟ your sex life with her is definitely not boring, i mean this bitch is willing to try ANYTHING
*✧･ﾟ huge fan of giving oral, using different toys, into BDSM, but also can give you cute passionate sex, so much versatility with this woman
*✧･ﾟ any time one of the men of the house insults you or tries to make fun of you, she curses at them and chases them like “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??? NO, GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK!”
*✧･ﾟ clingy af but you don’t mind it bc that shit is ADORABLE
*✧･ﾟ when you have to go to work or you can’t come over or something, she gets depressed and whines about how much she misses you
*✧･ﾟ but it’s cute whenever you show up unexpectedly or in general bc the mood instantly changes
*✧･ﾟ she runs into your arms and covers you in kisses and hugs
*✧･ﾟ like complete shift from “I don’t know if I’ll ever feel better... I’ll just settle for my husband” to “My darling!!!! You’re here!!!! Lazlo, get off of me, I don’t need you now”
*✧･ﾟ always telling you stories about her village and different adventures she’s been on bc you’re always so genuinely interested in everything she’s ever done
*✧･ﾟ likes to read to you when she has down time
*✧･ﾟ loves pressing her nose to yours gently
*✧･ﾟ always holding your hand and resting her head on your shoulder this affectionate baby
*✧･ﾟ loves giving you hugs from behind and whispering cute things in your ear
*✧･ﾟ also loves random makeout sessions and we’re talking anywhere
*✧･ﾟ you figure the guys would be creepy whenever ya’ll kiss, but no they get annoyed and grossed out (specifically Guillermo and Nandor)
*✧･ﾟ“Get a room, that is disgusting to see! We’re in the middle of a house meeting... Fucking guys.” Nandor hates ya’ll
*✧･ﾟ you do any minor thing and Nadja brags about it to everyone like
*✧･ﾟ “Everyone! Look at my darling Y/N, she’s reading a book! Look how smart she is!!!” or “Y/N brushed her teeth again today, she’s amazing!”
*✧･ﾟ Plans adorable dates for the two of you, whether they be at home or out and about
*✧･ﾟ Out dates usually consist of taking you to a live show since she loves the arts, or simply taking you out to the movies, at some point she hella wants the two of you to take a painting class together or go dancing somewhere
*✧･ﾟ She even tries to take up cooking so she can feed you herself (though let’s be real she’s an awful cook, it’s the sentiment that counts)
*✧･ﾟ like you come over one night and she’s like “Look my darling! I have made you a roasted chicken!” and it’s literally a whole chicken, feathers and eyeballs still intact, it’s just been burnt to an absolute crisp but her eyes light up when you show your appreciation that it’s too fuckin cute (please don’t eat her cooking I beg of you)
*✧･ﾟ Always showering you with gifts, from little knick knacks like furs of an animal she accidentally killed to big lavish gifts such as ancient jewelry
*✧･ﾟ constantly getting out older more extravagant dresses to wear so that she can impress you
*✧･ﾟ You get her a phone so she can text you but she’s awful at it, constantly sending you accidental selfies and taking pictures of everything around the house to show you what she’s up to, you also have to teach her not to use all caps with her texts
*✧･ﾟ if you’re sad or someone upset you, the world better be ready for her wrath because she will destroy anything and anyone that has made her baby cry, let’s get that clear
*✧･ﾟ seriously someone gave you the wrong sandwich at mcdonalds one night and the next day you saw that the restaurant was completely closed bc apparently someone was very badly injured and there was blood all over the building
*✧･ﾟ and when you confront her about it all she can say is “well hopefully they’ll get my love the right order next time”
*✧･ﾟ Gets you a gorgeous ring for you to wear as a symbol of your commitment to each other
*✧･ﾟ She always constantly hints at turning you and really wants to, but she always wants to make sure it’s something you want and hella respects whatever decision you end up making
*✧･ﾟShe doesn’t care if you’re a human or a vampire, all that matters to her is that she has you and she’s able to show you her unconditional love every day
#nadja x reader#wwdits#nadja#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows imagine#nadja imagine#nadja headcanon#wwdits headcanon#what we do in the shadows headcanon#wlw#hope ya'll like it!!
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timari prompt #1 section c.
Lmao you guys wanted another one, why the heck not. This one's about Tim's reactions to the gift.
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Please stop telling my brain to think of more scenes for this short story
↬ when Tim gets back to the manor, he opens the gift
↬ inside are 3 things
↬ one of them is one of those onesies, but instead of being animal themed, it was pitch black except for the red and yellow thread on the front that made up the block letters saying "safety blanket for the sleep-deprived. if you encounter someone wearing this, do not worry if they fall over at random points, they are just napping and are not in mortal danger as the blanket provides them extra protection"
↬ and it was padded with pillows and stuffing, but it wasn't uncomfortable like he could wear it for the rest of his life and still be fine
↬ it was also made by a designer that Jason absolutely raved about
↬ that he never found out the real identity of and that drove him crazy
↬ "HOW THE EVERLOVING SHIT DID YOUR GIRLFRIEND ORDER A COMMISSION FROM DCM WHEN I'VE BEEN TRYING TO ORDER ONE FOR Y E A R S. DCM IS BASICALLY CRYPTID STATUS THE FUCK??"
↬ "for the last godDAMN TIME SHE ISN'T MY GIRLFRIEND-"
↬ honestly, he wanted to cry and never take it off the moment he wore it
↬ it was a very snug and personalised item (from the girl he liked-)
↬second thing he found inside was a tea and coffee box, complete with a recipe for her own special "no-sleeper" which he found himself enjoying very much (not that he ever told her to her face-)
↬ third thing he found was a beautifully hand painted thermos with silhouettes of birds and clouds and stars (and is that a bat-) that made him tear up
↬of course, he had to immediately make a cup of her "no-sleeper" and fill up his thermos to the brim (not cus he missed her-)
↬ doesn't taste the same but it makes do (it's not the same because Mari didn't make it for you ✌️✌️✌️)
↬ he didn't even notice the coolest feature yet
↬oops, now he did cus he walked into the Batcave
↬ it had this mechanism where it would let him know how much coffee he had left
↬basically the thermos would glow a certain colour when it reached a certain level of liquid (green for very full, yellow for halfway, red for running low) and it showed because the tiny bird and cloud patterns on the sides where apparently translucent glowy ones that activated when there was heat applied in the inside (I don't know how to explain this-)
↬it was adorable and he full on ugly cried cus he missed her and loved her gift
↬ now that he was under the glow of the thermos and the Batcave he noticed something silvery stitched into the inner lining of the hood on his "safety blanket"
↬it was code
↬a damn code
↬he loved this woman, she knew what he liked
↬ it was a weird code as well, full of symbols and shit
↬but he would have a blast solving it even if he didn't know what it was for
↬it was then that he knew
↬ he was gonna marry this woman, and no one was gonna stop him
Bonus:
↬"AHHHHH ADRIEN, WHAT IF HE DIDN'T GET THE PUZZLE OR HE DIDN'T FIND IT??!!! OR WORSE, HE THINKS I JUST MADE A MISTAKE OR HE ACCIDENTALLY DESTROYS IT?? *mumbles* I knew I should have picked the other thread! But if I did, he wouldn't have seen it, or he would have thought it was part of the design! *raising her voice* wait what if he thinks iM PLOTTING SOMETHING AND NOT DO IT?? OR WHAT IF FINDS OUT I LIKE HIM LIKE THAT BECAUSE IM TRYING TO HARD AND REJECTS ME??!! SNDBDNDNFJFJFNFBF WHAT IF HE DOESN'T LIKE THE GIFTSSSSSS?? WHAT IF HE THINKS I'M CLINGY FOR GIVING HIM A PUZZLE WHERE THE END IS A FREE MONTHLY PASS TO WHATEVER COMMISSION HE WANTS FROM ME???!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? WE'LL NEVER GET MARRIED AND OWN A COFFEE SHOP AND GET A HAMSTERRRRRRRR"
↬"Marinette, for the love of aLL THINGS GOOD AND KWAMI, PLEASE SHUT UP AND STOP WORRYING"
↬ "delivery for Mrs Wayne"
↬ "wait who now- no one here is a Wayne, especially not married"
↬ "it's from a Timothy Drake" *drops off the box*
↬ "look Bugaboo, it's even signed with a "<3". It's a bag of coffee beans btw."
↬ Mari just literally starts bawling her eyes out
#this is the last one please#no more please stop making me write my brain#i hate you brain#dc collectibles#dc comics#maribat#marinette dupain cheng#dc#marinette#timari#writing prompt#romance#platonic#platonic adrienette#justice for adrien 2021#no adrien salt in this household#tim and mari need to stop drinking coffee#coffee
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Zu! I'm. Sorry that I didn't reply to this! You must forgive me I was very busy yesterday and I thought I'd already sent in a reply, sorry about that I'll respond now!
I'm really really glad that you liked the design! It was something that I had been sitting on for quite a while. I can answer some of the questions!
1 is ccino's pendent a gift from killer? the pendant wasn't a gift, but it was from killer. One of there first intractions was Ccino coming into Killer's shop looking for some advice about a problem of his. Killer acted kindly and coached him to buy that pendant. At this time Killer didn't really care all that much about him, as such the pendant is fake, Ccino doesn't know this and wears it everywhere. Killer feels bad but doesn't want to tell him.
2 Why does Killer have carved bones? Well that was in part inspired by cavai. But in short it's just the skeleton's version of having a tattoo. He got one done to cover up a scar and another as demon warding symbol. They aren't just on his face and he has several on other parts of his body.
3 what's in his vial? Well he'll tell you that it's ectoplasm. But most people assume that it's just redish slime. Either way he never leaves the house without it.
I'm glad that you had a peaceful weaken! That sounds like it must have been nice. What kind of things do you have at the supermarket? There have got to be some foods that you can only get in your country. I remember when I went to Italy, they had these bags of miny cookies which were sold like bags of crisps and where like the best thing ever.
I hope that yesterday was good for you as well!
And lastly, how are you doing today? How's everything with school?
Hii Gayfish! Oh no problem here <3
"As such the pendant is fake" ugh Killer... x) But wow (*'▽'*) such an interesting way! Kotika would be really happy to know you were inspired by her OC <3 Hmmm,,, Thank you for answering! ♡
Guess those cookies are really yummy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Oh it's hard to say what products are unique cause it's quite standard,,, at least eggs, oatmeal and bread for breakfast are always here <3 What about yours? *^*
Yesterday was really busy for me too but yep! ☆ Hardly slept tonight but my portfolio has been noted and at least two employees are not against cooperation~ I'll try to contact them... after I sleep XD How was yours? And how are you doing today? ♡
UPD:
Wowie,,, (ﾟ∀ﾟ) Even for dipping in tea omg– Really unique! And we don't indeed, there are biscuits here but they're not that popular, more like just a dessert ♪(´ε｀ )
Thank youuu <3 mb gonna take a nap cause I do wanna stay up late to draw something heheheh—
Oh my– is it– can't wait to see it! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) How's it going in college btw?
Aw such a pity I missed this one! ;3; I'm sure they were cool, wanna see more of them *^* And what's the other thing(s) you drew?
You mean some more headcanons? *eyes emoji*
Awwwsome (๑>◡<๑) Oh I know these ones! <3 Taste like choco granes, right? We have some variants by such brands as Milka and Choco-Pie— oh no I'm hungry now XD
Well I still have lots of wips—but. XD—I was really inspired by Solia's idea for the Swan Lake crossover and I have that scene in my head since yesterday I just have to ☆
Is it fluffynightkiller week announcement? (ﾟωﾟ)
Oh yay!! How much do you have left? *^*
Awww,,, were these just sketches? I mean, do we have a chance them again? <3
Also yes please!! I'm always eager to know more ☆ Omg a baby—
They are (*´꒳`*) The funny thing is that everyone eats them as a ready-to-eat biscuit... though they need to be warmed up but who cares xd
*GASP* Please, watch the Swan Lake ballet! *^* This masterpiece's worth it. ★ At least for this very pas de deux of the Black Swan, who tries to seduce the prince, convince him that she's Odette he fell in love with, and get his confession...
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Yayyyy!! Good luck there (òwó)
Sure I do (*'▽'*)
* But he refused, right? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) This is amazing! ☆ The god of LOVE fell in love with the most determined one, isn't it ironic heheh? Kross works ssso good here ♡ and da baby awww,,, I'm looking forward to more of them!
Them simping,,, (˶ ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ˶) So nice and cute!! <3
Yep, that's right ;3;
Hoo boi— YES *0* And the wings! Looks amazing already ♡
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𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝑪'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 ♡
Aizawa (Eraser Head)
Very very cuddly sleeper. Especially after the USJ incident, he just craves more physical touch. He doesn’t show it in public but in private he really needs someone to rely on after all this. And he gets that when he’s home with you :))
He loves having his partner close to him, it gives him comfort having you close by. Plus he wants to make sure you’re safe, he’s well aware there’s people out there who are capable of taking you and using you as a way to get to him.
Most nights he chooses one of two positions. It’s either the two of you entangled together between the sheets or you resting your head on his chest with a leg slung over his hip.
On more demanding days you’ll usually sleep tangled up together, he likes having as much of you on him as possible. Your warmth is grounding and comforting to him. It helps him recharge after these days.
On normal days you’ll just sleep with your head on his chest. It’s just a comfortable classic that lets you be close to him but also have breathability.
But also Aizawa is a motherfucking furnace and sometimes you wake up sweating from the heat under the covers so this position is great from when it gets too hot for you
Oh forgot to mention this earlier but this is exactly why your room is always cold as hell. Because you both know that when you sleep, the room needs to be super cold to be able to sleep together.
If he’s having a hard day you can easily put him to sleep by just running your hands through his hair as you cuddle on the couch. Usually he lays on top of you with his head on your chest as you watch some dumb show (you both cant stand the news to be honest so you never watch them).
When he comes home and sees you asleep in bed, he loves to come in and spoon you. He just loves protecting you okay??? Please let him, he loves you so much.
Toshinori (All Might)
Doing this in small might form because I feel like small might doesn’t get enough love and I just love him
Sleeping with Toshi is, well, it’s difficult. You have to remember that someone is completely vulnerable in their sleep. Add on top of that the vulnerability he feels now that he doesn’t have One for All. It just makes it very difficult to sleep.
So when you come along he tells you to not to worry when he doesn’t sleep at the same times you do.
At first you think it’s just how he is. Probably different schedules and what not. Curiosity killed the cat, so one night you feign sleep and wait for him to come to bed. Just to see what time he sleeps right?
Except, he doesn’t come to bed. At all.
You find him fast asleep over some papers he’d been grading. Quickly you learn that Toshi can’t fall asleep naturally, he basically collapses with sleep while doing something. That’s the only way he can really sleep.
You help ease him into sleeping naturally though, bit by bit. The first step is asking him to bring his work into your room.
“It just makes me feel safe when I know you’re in the room with me.”
He won’t admit it but the sounds of your breathing while you sleep lure him to bed and he’ll just hold you while you sleep.
He actually starts to feel safer around you which means that some nights he’ll actually doze off while holding you. This eventually snowballs to him being to naturally sleep but JUST with you.
In the case that you’re not around he’ll grab some oversized shirt of yours and throw it on. Your scent will help lull him to sleep.
He’s another one that likes sleeping with your head on his chest. Mostly because one night he asked why you liked sleeping like that and he replied, “It makes me feel safe. Like you’re protecting me.”
And that was that.
But he occasionally likes to lay his head on your chest, usually on nights where he just needs to be held and loved.
He loves loves loves when people play with his hair. He feels like it’s something so intimate he’s missed out on a lot because he was the symbol of peace.
I really think this man is touched starved like, I know he’s one of the most popular men in the world but I feel like he really spent so much of his All Might time rescuing people that he didn’t you know do relationships and stuff.
So when you do things like that or cuddle with him in bed he loves it.
I love small might so much wow
PS: Always shares the blanket no hogging
Kamihara (Edgeshot)
OKAY LSITEN
LISTEN
YOU KNOW HOW I SAID BEFORE ALL MIGHT HAS A HARD TIME SLEEPING?
EDGESHOT IS LIKE THE 180 this man can sleep ANYWHERE!!!
Prove me wrong, that’s right, you can’t
He can literally sleep anywhere! Him and Aizawa? Both of them will fall asleep in the most random places!!
Despite that though, he is the world’s lightest sleeper. It’s like a switch, he can knock out in an instant and then be up and ready to go in like a second.
It also works for when someone thinks about sneaking up on him and he wakes up instantly but won’t show he’s awake. If he senses danger he’ll use his quirk to fold himself into a string and essentially disappear from view.
If it’s you then be prepared for a launch because he’ll just jump out and squeeze you tight as hell.
Anyways these are sleeping hc’s so leggo
At first Edgeshot’s kinda wack to sleep with because he’s so used to sleeping by himself that when you first sleep together he sleeps WITH HIS BACK TO YOU.
I kid you not this man really said “G’night” and rolled over. Feelings kinda hurt ngl but still
But once he gets used to you??? God he’ll be tangling himself with you.
I’m talking like legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, HIS HAIR PULLED BACK AND AWAY FROM HIS FACE ?? (which is something he only does around you btw) You’re so tied up you don’t know where one of you starts and where the other begins honestly but you love being wrapped up in him.
Expect to come home and find him asleep in the most odd places in the most odd positions.
When you go to drag him to bed he just pulls you in and wraps himself around you and basically entraps you in a bear hug while he asks you about your day.
With Kamihara you can go to sleep wrapped up in each other but then wake up the next day with just you holding hands but on opposite sides of the bed.
You know you love each other but sometimes you need your own spaces while you sleep but you still hold each other somehow even if it’s just your hands.
IS THAT BITCH THAT TAKES ALL THE BLANKETS WHEN HE ROLLS OVER IN HIS SLEEP
Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)
BABYYYYYYYY this man is just a baby
I just wanted y’all to know I love Fat Gum we’d love each other very much
Anyways
Another one who falls asleep as soon as his head hits a pillow or falls asleep quick
He’s just tired from patrolling all the time okay? Give him a break when he’s using his quirk he’s on his feet all day he just wants to rest.
Remember how I said Edgeshot’s a light sleeper?
Fat Gum is the OPPOSITE this man could sleep through an explosion and you know what? You probably can too if you’re sleeping next to him
Okay this is weird but y’all know how when you’re walking with someone and sometimes you sling your arm over their shoulders and they do the same?
You both do that but on your stomachs when you sleep. Like arm over your arm over his shoulder, his arm over your shoulders, both of you have like an arm under each of your respective pillows
And you just lay there and decompress and talk about your day as you slowly fall asleep.
Sometimes when you fall asleep first he just lays there looking at your face as you sleep because he finds you so amazing and loves you so so much
If you roll away from him during the night then you’ll probably wake up to him spooning you. Aaaaa he’ll always search for you when you separate in the night. It’s so cute
Favorite way to sleep is probably with your head on his chest and your leg thrown over him.
But if he comes home and you’re dead asleep he’ll probably just snuggle up to you and put his head on your chest and then go to sleep :’)
He’s the type to accidentally hog the covers like on the nights where you sometimes end up on opposite sides of the bed, he’s rolled over and taken the covers with him.
It’s okay because you’ve learned to keep an extra blanket on hand
As well as some snacks when he get hungry
#mine#headcanons#bnha imagines#mha imagines#bnha imagine#mha imagine#aizawa imagine#aizawa imagines#all might imagines#all might imagine#toshinori imagines#toshinori imagine#aizawa headcanons#all might headcanons#kamihara imagines#kamihara imagine#edgeshot imagines#edgeshot imagine#kamihara headcanons#edgeshot headcanons#toyomitsu imagines#toyomitsu imagine#toyomitsu headcanons#fat gum imagines#fat gum imagine#fat gum headcanons#bnha reader insert#mha reader insert#THE WAY MY ATTITUDE SWITCHED UP HALFWAY THROUGH#LMFAOOOOO
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Hi Moon!! I didn’t think this commission would be done so soon, but I’m thoroughly excited to read it… ergo, I have decided to do a live reaction as I read it. Here we goooo. First off, JK in a suit in the banner- YES, love it 👌Second, the way you started off this whole piece with their cold morning greeting??? I can feel the TENSION AND I LOVE IT. Their backstory tho??? They went through a loooooot of effort just to be hooking up… more effort than any standard fwb no??? Interesting. 🤔A L R I G H T Y, then I see it’s swoon sunday. 🥵🥵“Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism…” (Moon did NOT have to go that hard with this headcanon, but they DID… and I am hollering). This whole interaction with jimin is givin me suspicious vibes… he knows there’s a no fraternization policy, yet he’s propositioning her?? I mean.. If she doesn’t want him, I do!! Haha ne waysss, that look that JK gives her tho??? He sounds almost smug that she turned down Jimin, but i guess we’ll find out his true feelings later. “I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you” I JUST YEETED MY SOUL FROM MY BODY THIS IS THE BEST LINE EVER 😳😳😳I adore her inner monologue btw. Like she clearly felt more than just something physical for him and now she’s pining away for him uwu. SHE KEPT HIS NUMBER AND THE LIL HEARTS BY HIS NAME??!?! Sooo she was treating him like a BOYFRIEND??? Also, the black-on-black casual outfit that he shows up in is sooo JK, and I adore him like this. I find it so poetic that she’s wearing the same LBD that she wore on their first “date”, and most importantly, that he noticed too. “I miss you” SOB😭. And the fact that they’re texting each other from across the room when they could be having this conversation in person is so symbolic of their emotional distance over the past 8 months. OH GOD ARE THEY ABOUT TO FUCK ON JIMIN’S DESK??? She’s been worried about him being with other people… but he goes “me neither” T-T I think my favorite part is their confession. The way she initiates admitting to missing more than his body and their physical relationship and he ends it with telling her he missed her as a person and my heart just crumbled. “You dumped me” and “I like to think we were together” 🥺🥺OMGAWD my heart is mad weak for him. Aaaaaaaaaaand now my panties are flyin off. I can't believe he just finger fucked her on jimin’s desk with his tattooed digits… and he moaned when she came!!!🥵🥵 This smut tho… is SO HOT. Ok, but the fact that he’s nervous about fucking her again while he’s fiddling with his zipper and then goes to rub her cum all over his cock is makin my mind spin!! That’s so sexy. “Can I fuck your brains you?” YES YOU MAY, plus I love the consent, soft toned whispers paired with those dirty words has me sweating!! OMFG NOOO, NO HE DID NOT JUST WALK IN ON THEM!!! AND HE FILMED THEM?!?! WAIT HE’S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!! Ok, but I love this ending for them- fucking and then sailing off into the sunset with each other- makin a run for it. Thank you for writing this, Moon!!! It feels like my birthday and this is the best kind of gift. Also, shout out to all the fic writers for participating in this event!! I am beyond touched by how this lil writing community has banded together for a good cause!!!! 💕💕
😂 I’m fucking dying at your live reaction
I’m glad you liked the banner, I slapped that shit together so fast and used all of my brain power to write the fic 😂
they did jump through some hoops just to bang, and I liked that idea 1. so they would be forced bang at the work place this time around, 2. cause you know they had them feels for each other but y/n was in big denial.
I had to hit you hard with the tattoo kook, professional look, little ponytail combo.
ahhh yes Jimin, in this fic he’s such a big butthole. Please come get him, he’s being unruly.
her inner monologue. you ever hear you don't know what you've got until its gone? That’s y/n in this fic, but more horny. she definitely did keeps the hearts by his name in her phone, and I like to think Jungkook did the same with hers. our girl was in a vast amount of denial, maybe scared of getting caught but idk my own characters make me so frustrated at them 😂
I just HAD to have them text each other from across the room like two awkward teens at a school dance 😂I got the idea in my head and it was just so cute to me that I had to do it. it is indeed very symbolic of their emotional distance.
“OH GOD ARE THEY ABOUT TO FUCK ON JIMIN’S DESK???” 😂 they fuck on Jimin’s desk, revenge is sweet.
I feel like I should’ve done so much more with the confession, so I’m glad you liked it, I really doubted myself on that one.
“Aaaaaaaaaaand now my panties are flyin off. I can't believe he just finger fucked her on Jimin’s desk with his tattooed digits…” I snorted so hard with laughter that it hurt.
I wanted the whole thing to be like soft but hard? like I have feelings for you but I need that dick, you know?
Jimin watching AND recording, that was such a questionable end for me, I almost didn’t because I feel like it crossed a line. What I was going to do was make her accidentally give jk a hicky and they go back down for everyone to see it, Jimin notices, has the boss pull the security tapes, and it shows them fucking. BUT I feel like that would be a less smooth ending and it would take away from the instant ending of them planning things together and jk asking her to be his girlfriend, it would’ve just felt less satisfying in my eyes.
I’m so glad and relived that you enjoyed this, I was so nervous, no one has ever paid actual money (even as a charity donation and even though I chose you) for me to write a fic before, so I hope I did well on it for you. Thank you so much again, from the bottom of my heart for donating and commissioning this fic and also being around as my follower for FOREVER DUDE! Now you have a little place here on my blog as well as in my heart where you already live rent free 💕
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The Orange Side Represents Procrastination
LOOK THIS TURNED OUT REALLY LONG BUT I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT INTO IT SO PLEASE READ IT I PROMISE IT’S WORTH IT
This is a theory I’ve believed for ages and originally found a smaller version of somewhere online and I tried so hard to find so I could give credit for my original interest in this perspective but I didn’t manage to find anything even remotely similar to what I think so I have no idea what I saw if you do please let me know! I’ve expanded a lot on the original premise a lot here so this is mostly just me.
I’m sharing now because I want my bragging rights when I’m proven correct. And be real, as long as the sides almost make up a rainbow lets face it- it COULD be gayer, and I just don’t think Thomathy would do that to us. But that’s beside the point.
NOW ONTO TO SHOW
First of all we all know the sides are like inverses of each other (Patton and Janus, Roman and Remus). They’re the good and bad sides of the same coin as Character Thomas sees them. Originally I gotta say I was a fan of the idea Virgil was Logan’s respective inverse but I don’t think that’s true and here’s why.
“Because I was one of them.”
Virgil was a dark side and now he’s a light side. I think he’s his own inverse. And when you think about his arc and AA how anxiety is shown as something that can be both good and bad (at least for Character Thomas) it makes sense to think about it that way. He’s the wild card.
That leaves the question; who’s Logan’s inverse? WELL IM GLAD YOU ASKED.
No one really seems to have any doubt that the Orange side exists at this point Mr 01134 we see you there. I think the fandom overall actually missed a crucial hint about his character with that text stay tuned to see why.
Let’s start with the bit I remember seeing in the post that originally got me invested in this. This is the only part that I didn’t piece together personally.
This has been the pattern on the background of the intro since Fitting In (or the start of season 2 if we’re thinking that way).
But what are those symbols and what do they represent? Thanks for asking I’d love to tell you. They represent the dark sides. Bold claim, Dee. I know I know. But here me out. The X is Virgil because he’s missing from the Dark Sides. The scales are Janus because he was “bad justice” or “bad morals” and the inverse to Patton and I mean we DID get the whole court room scenario what more proof do you need? The crown(? Dude I have to be honest I’ve started at this for ages and I cant decide if it’s a crown or a theatre or im just an idiot??) is Remus or “bad creativity” and the inverse of Roman. Last but not least, the graduation cap. Logan’s inverse. What do you think of when you picture a “bad student”? Someone who’s lazy? Unproductive? Lacks motivation?
Moving right on from the original stuff. In Losing My Motivation Logan is seen to very obviously dislike Thomas’ lack of motivation but that’s not much on it’s own. How about in Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning when we see the SECOND ENTIRE VIDEO where Logan struggles to make Thomas be productive?
Speaking of that episode our favourite slimey boy shows up which may seem like no big deal but I think it’s actually a big hint.
God I love Janus
He shows up right at the start as Thomas is denying his procrastination. Kind of odd the guy with a bit of a history of keeping the existence of certain sides a secret would show up at that moment don’t you think?
In this video Logan (and Roman) is tackling Thomas’ motivation issues for the second time but why? Why wasn’t it resolved on the first try? Maybe because they never confronted the side responsible. The one Janus is totally hiding.
Getting to the most recent vid (which btw OW) people have already pointed out the text saying “01134”
But no one’s really talked or even though (from what I’ve seen) about the significance of the scenario we see it pop up in.
“maybe time spent serving up knuckle sandwiches to bad guys in a video game could maybe be better spent serving up soup and sandwiches to the hungry in a local shelter”
It’s Patton’s example for time badly spent. Time where Thomas could/should be doing something better. Video games are one of Thomas’ go-to’s for a non-productive pass time. Why should orange show up here? Why put 01134 in this specific scene and not elsewhere?
#sanders sides#sanders sides theory#orange side theory#thomas sanders#01134#please give this love i spent so long on it#thanks for reading all 800 and something words of my bullshit#did the images make it more interesting i hope they did i hate blocks of text#im literally convinced#this i canon#fanders gather around have a theory#i might reblog this later with more evidence if i find any i didnt exactly look that hard if im honest
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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.III
A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!
ch.II - ch.IV
AO3 link
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Drenched and wet thanks to the rain and thunderstorm, Dipper entered the Temple of the Gods in the middle of the night for some privacy. He was immediately faced with a giant statue of someone who was more of a fable to him than a belief: Ruler of the Gods and god of Intelligence and Ingenuity, the six-fingered immortal Stanford.
With his large stature on a throne fit for a king, his square chin, flowing toga, and stern look, Dipper felt a little intimidated by the ruler of the gods. He entered the temple quietly and moved his focus to the paintings and vases on both the left and right walls. Stories and legends were told and Dipper happily followed the fables down a hall, on the right of the giant statue, and into a huge room full of more statues and paintings and vases.
“Wow,” He breathed, his voice echoed, and he moved to the center of the room and rested on his knees. Got to start somewhere, right? “I pray my pleas be heard in this place.” Dipper prayed. “Please, someone tell me who I am, where I belong.”
“Wow, look at you!” A cheerful voice rang, making Dipper jump to his feet and look around wildly. “You look just like me! We’re like twins! Oh, wait.” And then there was laughter.
“Hello?” The twelve-year-old boy called. “Who’s there?”
“Oh, right, sorry.” The voice said, but Dipper still had no clue where it was coming from. “Hi! I’m Mabel! I’m a muse! Well, muse in training. Still working some stuff out, but so are you! Go figure!”
“A muse?” Dipper repeated. “A goddess of the arts?”
“You got it!”
“So… where are you?”
“Try looking down at the art, genius.” The voice giggled and he looked down at a vase with a girl his age waving at him. The painting on the vase was waving at him. “Hi!”
Dipper yelled and fell on his feet, scooting away. “What the…?!”
“What, never seen a vase before?” Mabel giggled and twirled around. “Pretty cool, right? Hold on, let me find something bigger to work with, I’m cramped in here.”
“I-I-I don’t understand.” Dipper scurried to his feet and watched Mabel’s painted form move from one vase to another. “Y-Y-You said… D-Do you know who I am?”
“Course I do!” Mabel said from a skinny vase, then the tile floor, then a painted pillar, still finding a comfortable place to talk. “Well, I only learned about you a few weeks ago, but I always knew something fishy was going on. It’s pretty sad, no wonder Grunkle Ford didn’t wanna talk about it, but now you’re old enough to know the truth and I think I can help you!”
On a painting the same size as Dipper, the girl appeared and popped her back and twirled, feeling her new space. “Ah, much better. Hi! Still kinda scared?” She asked kindly, though she was bouncing and giggling.
Dipper smiled. Mabel the Muse did look a lot like him. Same eyes, same button nose, same hair. The only difference really was the fact that one was male and one was female. Dipper bet that if Mabel cut her hair to match his they would be identical. “No, not really.”
Mabel calmed down a little and said sincerely, “Glad to hear that, brother.”
“Brother?!” Dipper gasped and stared at her with wide eyes. “I… I have… I’m…”
“Yup!” Mabel cheered from inside the painting. “Surprise! You got a twin! Now tell me EVERYTHING! What’s your favorite food? What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite animal? Do you like sports? Do you wanna be my friend?!” She asked all quickly.
“Now, hold on, hold on.” Dipper said, trying to piece this together. “If… If you’re my sister, that would make me…”
“A god.”
“A god… A GOD?!”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted answers, Dip-Dip.” Mabel said with a shrug. “BTW, Dipper is a way better name than Mason, good choice.”
“Uh, thanks.” Dipper raised an eyebrow. “How do I know it’s true? I mean… I’m not a god.”
“Well, okay. No, you’re not. But only cuz someone stole you from us and turned you mortal. See, that’s why you’re down on Earth and not up here with us.”
Dipper shook his head. “I’m sorry, but… but this doesn’t make sense.”
Mabel giggled and gave him her Skepticals. “C’mon, bro-bro, ever wondered why you’re super strong and super smart? Ever wondered where you got your necklace?” And Mabel pulled out her’s from around her neck and showed him her name and symbol.
Dipper stared, slowly pulling his matching one out and looking at it. This was crazy. This was stupid. There was no way Dipper was a god, had a family that actually wanted him, but… but…
Mabel had no real gain as to lying to him, not that Dipper saw. Maybe he was stupid for buying it, but just this once Dipper wanted to feel like he belonged somewhere. So he took in a deep breath and said shakingly, “I… I think I believe you.”
Mabel smiled and then gasped. “Oh! I forgot! I have something for you.” She reached behind her back and pulled out a book, a navy blue journal with a golden forest on it, filled with beautiful pinetrees. “This is yours. Grunkle Ford kept it safe for you.” And the painting pushed it through and Dipper was shocked when a real-life journal was being held out to him.
He took it and smiled down at that beautiful cover. A twinge of remembrance came through him, but he didn’t dare believe it.
“Uncle Fiddleford says Grunkle Ford gave you that when we were born. And he gave me this music box.” Mabel pulled the box out and wind it to hear the music. She hummed and asked, “Isn’t it pretty?”
Dipper bit his lip. Okay he definitely remembered that lullaby. “I remember…” He whispered to himself, and then asked his sister, “Wait, Grunkle Ford? Isn’t y-y-your great-uncle…?”
“Stanford, yeah.” Mabel said proudly with a grin. “He’s your grunkle, too! He’s the best! He misses you, like a lot, since you can’t live on Olympus with us. He tries not to show it, but I can tell.”
Dipper sighed. This was great, he had a family, but what was the point if he couldn’t be with them. “And you guys can’t do anything?”
“We can’t,” Mabel answered with a grin. “But you can!”
“I can?” Dipper repeated, allowing himself to believe it. The evidence was overwhelming. “What is it? I’ll do anything to have a family again! Name it and it’s half-done!”
“If you can become a true hero on Earth then your godhood will come back!” Mabel cheered excitedly.
“Okay, great!” Dipper replied. “Uh… How do I do that?”
Mabel’s face suddenly dropped. “You know what, I have no idea.”
“Mabel!”
“Well, hey! I’m not the god of all-knowing, am I?” She laughed, then gave the matter some serious thought. “I heard a rumor that there was a Trainer of Heroes on an island… Crete? No, Paros. A Trainer of Heroes on Paros. He should be able to help you.”
“Got it!” Dipper punched the air and said proudly, “I can do it! I’ll become a true hero so I can come home!”
“That’s the spirit!” Mabel cheered. “I know you can do it! Go on out there!”
Dipper started to run out of the room, but he stopped at the doorway and turned, looking at his long-lost sister gloomily. “I… I don’t wanna say goodbye.”
“Aw, Dipper,” Mabel sighed happily and pointed to the journal in his hands. “Remember, I’m a muse! If you wanna talk to me, just draw a picture or create something in your book and I’ll be there.”
“Can’t I beseech you? Can’t you come see me?” Diaper asked; he had been taught that gods can pretty much do whatever they wanted.
“Believe me, I’d love to.” Mabel huffed and blew some loose hair out of her eyes. “Grunkle Ford won’t let me leave Olympus; he’s convinced he’ll lose me, too.”
“Oh.”
“But don’t worry!” Mabel encouraged. “I know you can do it! I believe… oh crud!” And she was gone. She must have been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.
Dipper laughed and hurried out of the temple and was on his way for Paros.
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Out at sea, Dipper looked for a way to the island. Though he was super strong, he doubted he was strong enough to swim all that way. No, he would probably have to wait for a ship to come by and to offer work in exchange for a ride. The boy walked alongside the same as seagulls screeched above him, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
At the mouth of a small cave, a sail flew in the breeze. Dipper grinned and grabbed some old rope and began to pull. Up from the dark cave and the damp sand was an old, busted sailboat with its name scratched out by a sword. Dipper grinned at the sailboat and examined it, trying to find a hole or a deficiency, but found none. Why would someone leave a perfectly good boat?
Dipper pulled the boat up onto the water and climbed on. He was beyond pleased to find it floated and he sailed onward for his goal.
After a few hours of peaceful sailing, Dipper came across a rocky island covered in pinetrees and fog. It was cold and unwelcoming, but the kind of place a Trainer of Heroes would swell, to test the bravery of hopeful young trespassers. Dipper quickly docked the sailboat and began to explore, a little surprised to find a triangular house on the top of a small hill, right outside the woods and a few safe feet away from the sea. The boy decided to try his luck there, but as he approached, he was bewildered to see a large yellow and red sign that seemed to shine through the fog.
“Mystery Shack?” Dipper read out-loud to himself. “What the heck is a Mystery Shack?”
The dethroned god opened the door labeled the main entrance and awed at the room filled with statues, but not of gods and goddesses or even humans. Of some of the weirdest monsters and frightening creatures the boy had ever seen. Dipper, oddly enough, was intrigued and excitedly entered.
“Wow, check all of this stuff out!” He gasped. “A six-pack-a-lope, a Gremloblin, and is that an opposite sphinx with a head of a lion but the body of a human?” Dipper paused at the more normal looking statue in the room.
An old man with his long gray hair kept back with a ribbon bore metal plates on his shoulders and a cape with his tall sandals, leather-padded skirt, and puffy shirt. Dipper peered at it closer, wondering why something so normal was among the abnormal, making it the most abnormal thing here. He reached to touch the statue, but he suddenly slapped him and growled, “Hands off the merchandise!”
Dipper screamed like a little girl, cleared his throat, and tried to scream a little more manly, all the while the old man stepped down from his tiny stool and dusted himself off, his tie red and his eyes a warm, sparkling brown, his snooze a strange orange color and his cloak was red, as well.
“Ah, the old mistaken-for-a-grotesque-lifeless-statue gag! Works every time! Welcome to the Mystery Shack, kid! Got any gold? If you throw some into this Sack of Mystery, I’ll give you a tour of the greatest, creepiest, deadliest creatures known to Greece!”
“Uh, no thanks.” Dipper said as he lightly shoved the Sack of Mystery out from under his nose. “Listen, you know where I can find a Trainer of Heroes?”
“Sorry, no one’s on this island but me.” The old man grunted. “So either pay to look at Snake-Haired Lady or beat it.”
“Come on, you sure no one else is here?”
“Listen, knucklehead, I’ve been here longer than you’ve been alive.” The guy growled as he walked towards the Employee Only door. “There ain’t no Trainer of Heroes here. Do yourself a favor and try Sparta, I hear it’s nice this time of year. Now scram before I find a big three-headed dog to chew you up and spit you out.” And the grumpy old man was gone.
Dipper rolled his eyes in annoyance. There were only two possibilities: either Mabel, a muse and probably the sweetest person Dipper had ever met, was lying, or a creepy old conman was lying, so Dipper decided that he wasn’t leaving the island until he found the Trainer of Heroes and he decided to investigate.
This place was filled with things heroes might fight, so maybe there was an exhibit full of heroes, and maybe there would be some information as to who trained them. So Dipper looked around and saw a doorway that had a big messy sign that read “Closed For Remodeling.” But a good inch of dust was on the door. Another lie?
Dipper turned the knob, but it was locked. He turned it again, his super strength coming into play, and he accidentally broke the handle off. Oops, at least the door was unlocked. Dipper let it swing open and he was delighted to find a big room filled to the brim with artifacts and old relics from past heroes. The boy slowly walked in, unaware of the log of wood over his head, and he bumped into it.
“Hey, HEY!” A loud voice rang and the old man was back, this time only in boxers, not even wearing a top to cover his round, hairy chest, and he growled, “Watch it, that was part of the mast of the Argo!”
“No way!” Dipper gasped as the old man shoved him out of the way angrily and moved into the room. “The Argo?”
“HA! Who you think taught Jason how to sail? Noah?!” The old man laughed harshly as he walked past paintings and vases. “I trained all those would-be heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, a lot of -euses. And every single one of those knuckleheads managed to screw up! But then, oh boy. There was that Achilles guy. Now there was a guy who had it all! The build, the speed, he could not only throw a punch but take it and keep on coming for more! BUT THAT STUPID HEEL OF HIS! Barely gets nicked there once, and he’s done and out of the count.”
Dipper blinked a few times, letting this story sink in. “Y-You?! You’re the Trainer of Heroes?!”
The old man sighed tiredly and leaned against a wall. “Call me Stan, kid.”
“Listen, I need your help!” The boy said and hurried to him. “I wanna become a hero, a true hero! Please, teach me!”
Stan snorted. “Haven’t you been listening to me, boy? There are no trainers on this island.”
“C’mon, please!” Dipper begged. “I have to do this. Haven’t you ever had a dream? Or just wanted something so badly you’d do anything?”
Stan looked down at the boy kind of weird for a moment or two, but then looked away, his eyes down like his hopes. “Yeah, I had a dream once. That I was gonna train the greatest hero there ever was. So great, the gods would hang a picture of him in the stars.” But Stan shook his head, like a dog clearing water out of its ears. “I ain’t training no more. Guy can only take so much disappointment, you know?”
“Stan, please, I can do it.” Dipper pleaded. “I have to! If I don’t, I’ll never be with my twin sister.”
That made Stan’s eyes flicker to the boy, trying to detect a lie. “You got a sister?”
“Yeah,” Dipper sighed. “Her name’s Mabel. I only talked to her for five minutes my whole life, but she’s amazing. She and my Great-Uncle Stanford, too, I guess, are the only family I’ve ever known, and I’ll never be with them until I can become a true hero and get my godhood back.”
Stan snorted and held his breath. Dipper looked at him and then scowled. Was this jerk trying to not laugh? “H-Hold it, kid. Stanford, Ruler of the Gods and all that and a bucket of grapes, is your uncle, right?”
“That’s what Mabel told me.” Dipper said. “She’s a muse. Well, okay, a muse in training, but…”
Stan was covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh, but he was failing miserably. “St-Stanford? The big guy?! He’s your UNCLE?! Haha!” Stan beat his fist against the wall a few times as he howled with laughter. “Mr. Lightning Bolt! Haha! P-Poindexter and Poindexter Junior! AH, HAHA! ‘Read me a book, would ya, Gwunkle?’ HAHA! Th-Then Sixer goes, ‘Once upon a time…’ AH, HAHAHA!” Stan was wiping tears from his eyes at this point as he laughed and held his ribs, down on his knees.
“It’s true!” Dipper yelled and stomped a foot in anger, his face red.
“Oh, please!” Stan growled and stood up as he cleared his throat. “If that genius really is your family, why hasn’t he sent you here sooner, eh? You think that big jerk cares about family, or that any gods care about family for that matter? Take my word, kid, they don’t.”
Dipper shook his head. “Well, Mabel does. She wants to help me get home, so she sent me here. I’m gonna be a true hero and I’ll work as hard as I can to get there, and I’m gonna see her and be with my family.”
Stan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. “You’re really willing to sacrifice everything you got for some dumb sibling?”
Dipper glared back and nodded.
A slow, slightly-creepy grin grew on the wrinkly face until it ranged from ear-to-ear. “That’s what I wanna hear! Okay! I’ll do it!”
“Wait, what?”
“You wanna be a hero that bad? Fine, I’ll train you.” Stan said and led the way out of the door and through the museum for the outdoors. “I’m giving you one shot to prove to me you can take it, so show me whatcha got. Anything.”
Dipper grinned and hurried to a nearby tree that looked like it was dying. “Watch this!” He grabbed it like he was hugging it, pulled, and with very little effort the boy yanked it out of the ground and threw it into the ocean, where it splashed far out of eye-sight.
“HOLY HERA!” Stan yelled with a grin and slapped his forehead. “Alright, pipsqueak, listen up, here’s the deal. You’re a scrawny little twerp who could use a good slap from puberty, but lemme tell you, you got potential. You’re stubborn and crazy strong and that’s good enough for me, so here’s what’s gonna go down. I’ll train you, but fair warning: this’ll be the hardest thing you’ll ever do ever. I ain’t gonna be soft with you. I’m talking waking up before dawn and not falling asleep well past sundown. I’m talking potential broken bones and internal bleeding if you fail courses. You might even wish that blasted Underworld will come and getcha already. But if you can handle my training, you can handle anything. If you’re up to it, your training starts right now. Oh, and you’ll have to work for me in exchange for a bed and some food, got it?”
“Deal!” Dipper said and shook his hand without a second’s hesitation. “I’ll literally do anything you want.”
“You’re gonna regret saying that, kid.” Stan smirked and threw a broom into his hands. “First task, clean the museum. If I see a single speck of dust you’re going without dinner tonight. Now get to work.”
Stan walked back into the Mystery Shack, disappearing behind the Employee Only door again, but the moment he was safe from hiding, he held his face in his hands and swore under his breath. “Damn you, Sixer, you really made me miss the birth of my own niece and nephew? Fuck you.”
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Happy birthday, sweetheart. May all of your dreams come true, and I wish you aaall the love and happiness in the world, all of which you deserve.
I feel so lucky to have you as my friend, @3tothe1 . You’re the raddest person ever 💜 (btw, if there are any Bill Hader fans on my blog, they should follow her because her blog is rad just like her~)
I hope you like your first gift! ^^
…and I hope life gives you daffodils soon.
I love you so much.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23829619
Richie The Daffodil by Moreid
Summary:
Richie gives Eddie flowers more than twice a week, and at one point their home is one week away from looking like an actual garden. There are flowers EVERYWHERE, so Eddie tells his lover that he should stop giving him flowers.
Being the stubborn man he is, Richie doesn’t stop.
Words: 1,652 Chapters: 1/1
Richie loves flowers.
He loves how beautiful they are, loves the way they smell, the way they brighten up the room, and more importantly: he loves giving Eddie flowers.
Eddie teases with Richie for it every time, because “Flowers? Seriously? Since when you got that sappy?”
The truth is: he finds this really romantic and adorable. He blushes like crazy every time Richie shows up with flowers in his hands. That’s one of the reasons why the taller man keeps giving his boyfriend flowers, he loves to make him blush, and the way his eyes light up like a kid who is watching the fireworks for the first time.
But the thing is, Eddie is the one who takes care of them, and he cares about each of them because Richie gave them to him, dammit! He just can’t let them root, and even though sometimes he dry them in books, he can’t simply dry all of the flowers.
Richie gives him flowers more than twice a week, and at one point their home is one week away from looking like an actual garden. There are flowers EVERYWHERE, so Eddie tells his lover that he should stop giving him flowers.
Being the stubborn man he is, Richie doesn’t stop.
***
About a month later, Richie is away for a week because of his stand-up shows.
On the fifth day, when Richie calls Eddie -it’s Sunday and morning for him, but Eddie knows it’s almost midnight in where Richie is- Eddie answers the call as soon as he hears it.
It’s a video call, but the other man turns off his camera immediately before he can even get the chance to see him, and Eddie can’t help but worry. Because since when Richie turns off his camera when he is away?
“Why did you turn your camera off?” he asks, a little frown appears on his face. “And why you sound-”
“Didn’t want ya to catch me doing things that got me on Santa’s Naughty List, baby,” Richie jokes, because of fucking course he would try to brush off the fact that he sounds terrible.
“Richie, what happened?”
“Nothing. Just missing you.”
Eddie sighs before he says: “I know. I know you do. I miss you, too, baby. But you sound so… Off. So I’m asking you once again, what happened?”
Eddie thinks Richie will make a joke again instead of telling him what’s the problem, but Richie surprises him after a moment of silence as he says “It was so damn crowded today, and I couldn’t sleep well last night and it’s just- that’s so stupid, never mind me.”
“Richie-”
“Can we just- like, not do this right now? Let’s talk about you.” Richie lets out a yawn, “Tell me about your day?”
Eddie doesn’t force him to talk, because he knows that he eventually will when he wants to talk about it, let it be ten minutes later or when he gets back home two days later. So he talks about his day -well, more like his morning- giving him all the details.
Eddie can wait.
About fifteen minutes later, the only thing that comes from the other end of the line is his boyfriend’s soft snores, and Eddie smiles to himself slightly. He doesn’t want to end the call, there’s a good chance Richie will have a restless sleep tonight, and even if Eddie can’t be next to him physically, his voice can be there at least, in case he has nightmares.
So, he keeps talking.
And if he says "Fuck work, I’m staying home today,“ no one has to know.
At one point he finds himself in their living room, not really surprising when you consider that he’s the type of person who paces around like crazy when he is on the phone. Or when he is overthinking things. Once he realizes that he is pacing, he stops, then settles on one of the ridiculously comfortable black chairs that stands in front of their window.
"I never told you that, but… I named one of the flowers ’Richie’. That pretty daffodil you gave me two weeks ago,” he starts, smiling fondly at the memory.
“Sometimes, okay okay, more like every time you are not around, I talk to it,” Eddie admits, “…it reminds me of you.”
“Do you know what they symbolize, Richie?” he asks, pausing as if Richie will answer at any second before he decides to continue again:
“They symbolize a new beginning. Rebirth. I wonder if you knew that when you got them. Probably you didn’t, though. Did you? There could be a flower which meant 'I hope you go to hell, dickface ’ for all I knew and you would still get it for me just because you thought it looked beautiful,” Eddie lets out a chuckle.
“Anyway. What I’m trying to say is… You, Richie Trashmouth Tozier, are my daffodil. You gave me a new beginning and, I feel like… I feel like after all these loveless, dull, meaningless years… I was born with you again.”
He doesn’t notice that the snores had come to a stop.
“Geez, Eds. And you say I am the sappy one,” There comes a gravelly voice, and one very sleepy, but also happy looking Richie greets him on his screen.
His first reaction is murmuring a soft "fuck" as if he is caught doing something wrong, which makes the taller man laugh.
“…how much of it did you hear, you sneaky bastard?” He asks after a moment, pink spreading through his cheeks down to his chest. Not only he is embarrassed because Richie probably heard all of it, but because after all these years, that laugh still does things to him.
He can swear that Richie’s laugh is the most wonderful sound in the whole world.
“Just a moment ago you were telling me that I was your daffodil, and now you are telling me that I’m a bastard. Wow, Eddie Spaghetti, you wound me.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“I thought you hated flowers,”
“I never said that I did.”
“Oh, you sure ‘bout that? 'Stop with the flowers, motherfucker. I hate these fuckin’ flowers, fucker!’ ” Richie imitates, “You were literally turning into a cute, midget version of Samuel L. Jackson whenever I gave you flowers.”
“I- Don’t talk like that in front of it. Flowers are affected by the way we talk,” he demands, and a wave of regret washes him over immediately after.
Richie will never let him live it down, will he?
“Now you’re just being a hypocrite. You are not exactly Mary Poppins either, ya know. And one more thing, I am affected by the way you talk to me either, but that doesn’t stop you from breaking my heart. Oh wait, I don’t have one.” Richie yawns:“ ’t was stolen from me yeeeears ago.”
“Go back to sleep, Rich,” Eddie tries, even though it’s not likely that he will listen.
“Sleep is for the weak,” claims the other man as he props himself up on his elbows on the hotel bed. “It’s overrated.”
“Your sense of humor is overrated.”
“Ouch. That one hurt, Eds,” Richie brings one hand over his heart, feigning offense “that one hurt.”
“I’m not gonna apologize for speaking the obvious.”
“You’re the meanest robber ever. Remind me why I’m dating you again? I should seriously reconsider my choices.”
“Because you love me, dickwards. And no one can love you more than I do.”
That brings a smile on Richie’s face.
“Yeah, that’s also true.”
“Did you just say 'also’ ? So you do accept that your sense of humor is shit.”
“At least I have one. Can we maybe get back to the moment you were admitting your undying love for me?”
“Nope,” Eddie refuses, popping the 'p’ “that train is long gone.”
“Damn, I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“But we all know that keeping your mouth shut has never been one of your strong suits.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Richie laughs again. “Hey, Eds.”
“Huh?”
“I can’t wait to meet little Richie.”
“You’re the one who gave it to me, you already met-”
“But it didn’t have a name back then! Now it’s not the same flower once it was. Its whooole life changed when you gave it that name.”
“Also, little Richie ? Please don’t call it that. It sounds like you’re talking about your dick. I clearly remember you referring it like that. It was a traumatic experience for me.”
Richie chuckles at that before he defends himself: “It was just that one time! I call it 'Big Richie’ now, cause ever since you came back to my life-”
“Oh Jesus, I should have never answered your call,” Eddie complains again, running a hand over his face.
“You know you love me.”
“You’re lucky I do.”
“For real, though… I can’t wait to meet Richie The Daffodil.”
“I’m sure it can’t wait to meet you properly as well.”
They both don’t say a word for a while until Richie calls his lover’s name again, Eddie only hums in response, letting his features soften.
“You’re my daffodil, too,” Richie says softly, and Eddie smiles so brightly that his eyes nearly go missing as his dimples deepen. “It’s not fair that I’m not there to poke your beautiful, adorable dimples,” he then whines, pouting like a child. “Poke them for me.”
“Leave my poor dimples alone, you weirdo,” teases Eddie, still smiling widely. “Go to sleep, and maybe you can see me and my dimples in your dream if you’re lucky enough.”
“I am lucky enough, Eddie,” Richie whispers, “I am lucky enough.”
“We are lucky enough, my love” Eddie corrects him, “we are lucky enough.”
And despite everything they both have been gone through, they mean it.
Because it’s the truth.
Because life is not always kind.
It’s not always sweet.
But if you’re lucky enough;
It gives you daffodils.
#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#reddie fanfiction#3tothe1#my writing#not witcher related#but it's a special occasion
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