#Having to hunt all of those down was driving me NUTS

[ewyaschild]

Hmm for Lo’ak how about..

Him feeling extremely insecure due to him having some “sky people” traits such as 5 fingers, eyebrows, etc and people constantly telling him he has “demon blood”

We obviously come to the rescue though with kisses, and he’s all soft and subby laying with his back on the ground and we’re just kissing all his “insecurities” away.

Feel free to add in anything else you think would be a good idea 😉

i hope u don't mind that i turned this into headcanons! 💌

insecure lo'ak headcanons ⚘

sfw :

he obvi has his own features he's not so fond

you often find him comparing himself to neteyam

he'll say stuff like :

"why can't i look like him? why can't i look normal?"

he barley shows this with deep emotion because he doesn't want to be a burden but will talk if you ask

he adores you so much that he's slowly being convinced out of his insecurities due to your kind words.

he loves it when you kiss his hands, face, or any part of his body he doesn't like

lo'ak feels so at peace with you because you make him feel so welcomed, so normal

often he will come into your marui unannounced when he's feeling really down

crawls over to you like a dog LMAO and just plops himself on top of you,

he wants u to hold him like he's ur baby and that's what you'll do!!!

he kisses spots on your face (brow bone, eyes, lips) when he's feeling insecure about his

NOBODY can cheer him up like you do.

every time you give him a sweet pep talk, he always gets so mushy and soft

he shows his appreciation and thanks by physical affection

kiri will tease him a lot about certain features because she also shares them, but doesn't know how personal lo'ak takes it ☠️ so he goes to you to complain

"she called me unibrow today! my eyebrows are thinner than hers!"

he is never shy or hides his hands or face cause he likes the way you praise and support his avatar/human-like features :)

nsfw:

lo'ak looooovessss it when you give his hands attention!!! lo'ak with a hand kink!!! i said it!!!

anything that ranges from a hand massage to sucking on his fingers, he'll whine and beg you to do it

"please... it feels good when you use your mouth..."

after training or hunting he'll come to your marui (or shared one)

and will touch your body all over until you grab his hands and kneed them into yours, it drives him NUTS

after a while he'll start whining and moaning because it feels so good.

you'll say something like "show me what those hands do."

you say it as a joke and internally cringe but it genuinely turns him on ☠️

he loves it when you use your hands too

his favorite position is when you're on top of him, kissing his face and rubbing his arms / hands

usually it's soft and wholesome but then soon enough a boner is rubbing against your thigh because he's enjoying it way too much

if you continue this without paying attention to his "problem" he'll end up cumming in his loincloth untouched anyways

with that being said, when you're sucking on his fingers during any type of sexual activity he cums immediately

he loves watching you enjoy the parts of himself he doesn't, it gets him off

there will definitely be times when you're in public and you subconsciously give him a hand massage since it's such a regular routine

you snap out of it when you hear heavy breathing and almost unnoticeable whines coming from your boyfriend

"baby- please not right now?"

he'll plead you to stop because it's embarrassing how much he enjoys it

but you'll tease him and say something like

"but i thought you love this lo'?"

it feels so amazing he doesn't want to stop you so he ends up excusing you both and going somewhere private

he doesn't like telling you exactly what he wants verbally because it's sooo humiliating for him. what if someone hears?

but you love to pry it out of him

he'll be tapping your thighs and rubbing your back or waist more than usual

you'll hit him with the "what do you want?" cus you know he wants something

"what? i cant touch my (partner) anymore?"

cause he's embarrassed

"tell me what you want, baby."

he'll start to get frustrated at this point

"you know what i want..."

this goes on until he's honestly begging you to touch him because lo'ak is stubborn and won't listen for shit unless it's 100% in his favor!

a/n: i love making headcanons omg?? if u see this and like it send requestsssss lolz

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[lcahwriter]

Running (Part 2)

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader (non descriptive)

Word count: 7.2k

Link to PART 1 Link to PART 3

TW: Anxiety, swearing, past abuse, stalking, mentions of sex but no actual sex.

Summary: You ran across the country to the place you knew you’d be the safest- with Maverick on a Navy base somewhere in California. Your plan was to lay low until the coast was clear - but then you met Bradley Bradshaw.

Will you be able to escape the man who was determined to find you? Will you be able to keep Bradley safe? To fall in love again?

Authors note: I’m so damn happy people have enjoyed this series so far. Its been a joy to write. Thank you!

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It wasn’t until 10am that your eyes tiredly opened. You slept like a fucking rock- which surprised you considering how much was on your mind last night. You stared up at the white ceiling, hoping that the weight in your chest would dissipate.  

The conversation you had with Bradley was gnawing at you. You couldn’t help but think that maybe Bradley didn’t want to know everything you’d shared. What if you had completely freaked him out?

Maybe it would’ve been better if you were running from a toxic job or a crazy family- But of course you had to be hiding from an Ex that was threatening to hunt you down and kill you.

How fucking dramatic.

You groaned and crossed your hands over your chest. You were going to dinner with Bradley Bradshaw tonight. Was it a date? He hadn’t exactly said it was a date- but it was obvious he wasn’t just trying to be friends.

Your stomach twisted and turned at the thought of falling for him. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him- not yet. You had to keep Bradley safe from whatever the hell your life was. Matters had to resolve with Tim before you could let yourself truly start with Bradley. It was only fair to him.

All of that aside you realized that you needed to be honest with yourself. You thought Bradley was fucking hot. And you thought it was admirable that he didn’t run from you even though your circumstances were uncalled for. It made your heart flutter thinking about his promise.

“I will never let that son of a bitch hurt you again.”

He was going to drive you nuts with the number of times those words were popping into your thoughts. You rubbed your eyes, thinking about the lecture Mav was going to give you for sleeping in so late.

You knew you had to tell Maverick what was going on with Bradley. You told him everything since you moved in, and you didn’t want to start hiding things from him now.

You let out a big yawn and stretched your body from your arms to your toes. It was, unfortunately, time to wake up. You slipped on your sweatpants that were lying on the ground but kept on the t-shirt you had slept in and made your way down the narrow staircase.

Maverick was sitting at the small kitchen table reading a thick book. He had a cup of coffee next to him and he looked completely dressed for the day. Just as you had expected.

“I’ll make breakfast.” You said with a small smile on your face. You wandered into the tiny kitchen. You could barely fit two people in the small space. You opened the fridge and searched for something to cook for the both of you.

“I’ve been awake since 5 AM. It’s practically time for lunch”

You peeked your head from behind the fridge doors and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t act like you’re better than me for waking up at the butt crack of dawn.”

You grabbed eggs, bread and bacon and brought them to the minimal counter space available.

“Waking up early is good for you.” He defended himself. You just shook your head at him.

“Well, I’ll make you some toast anyways. No one can refuse buttery toast.” You said in an exacerbated voice.

Maverick gave up his “no breakfast” fight and went back to reading the book that was held tightly between his hands. You smiled softly at him from a distance. You owed him so much. He didn’t have to take you in, but he did. He also didn’t have to help pay for your private investigator – but he had insisted.

“I noticed your car wasn’t here this morning.” He said, without even looking up from his damn book.

Well shit.

“Yeah…I was going to fill you in on that.”

You slid a plate full of toast to him while you sat down across the table with your own plate full of food. You chowed down on a piece of bacon before speaking.

“I had a panic attack at work last night.” You weren’t ashamed of telling him, Mav had seen you have one before and he understood what it was like. He also knew that you’d been working on managing them with therapy ever since you moved.

He looked at you with worried eyes but nodded in response.

“Besides the amount of embarrassment I created, I’m fine.” You took a bite of your toast and avoided eye contact with Mav. “Bradley drove me home.”

Maverick’s eyes perked up with that. You could tell he was trying not to have a reaction, but he was failing miserably. He looked happy but mostly surprised. You took a big breath in.

“And… He’s taking me out for dinner tonight.”

“What?” He coughed back a choke while trying to swallow his toast. “I mean… um that’s nice of him.” You could tell Mav was internally freaking out on what to say. As much as he was a father to you, anything to do with you and going out with men made him flustered.

You laughed at his response and took another bite of toast.

“It’s not a date.” You said very unconfidently. “Well, it might be, I’m not sure- But he knows that I’m not ready for anything serious. He just enjoys my company I guess.” It was the best way you could describe why you were going to dinner with him tonight.

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Mav said very awkwardly. You laughed at him again.

“Wow, that is the most awkward- dad response I could have thought of.” He chuckled and sat back in his chair.

“Does he know about Tim?” You knew that question was coming, but it still stung. You wished that Tim didn’t have to be in the same sentence as Bradley ever. You wished that Tim didn’t exist at all and that Bradley could take you out to dinner with no looming reason not to.

“He knows. Not everything, but he knows”. You bit on your lip. “I thought he would be freaked out when I told him, but he seemed like he was just pissed.”

Maverick chuckled.

“Sounds like Bradshaw. He’s a hothead when it comes to protecting people he cares about.” You decided to ignore the part about Bradley caring about you. I mean he hardly fucking knew you.

“I don’t even know if it’s anything.” You said assuredly. “I just didn’t want to hide it from you.”

Mav smiled in appreciation. You two had inevitably grown closer in the last few months. You were thankful for him, if it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure if you’d even be alive.

“Thanks for telling me.” Mav stood up to put his plate in the sink. “And by the way, if he asked you out to dinner it’s definitely a date.”

This time you were the one choking on the toast. You coughed loudly and you could hear Mav snickering.

“Fuck.” You said as nervousness grew in your stomach.

“What am I even supposed to wear?” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. Maverick put his hands up in surrender.

“I am definitely not the person to ask for that one.”

He sat back down at the table and opened his book, seemingly done with the conversation.

You finished your breakfast in a few minutes.  The feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty still rippled within you. You hated to annoy Maverick, but you had no one else to confide in.

“Do you think this is a good idea Mav?” You shook your head and sat back. “What if somehow Tim finds out I went out with him? Even if we are just friends, he would kill him.” Your heart grew heavy instantly. You pictured Bradley’s sweet brown eyes and soft smile. If anything happened to him because of you…. You would never be able to forgive yourself.

“John will give us a heads up if he starts to head out this way.” Maverick said it like he was reassuring both you and him.

“I just want to make sure that he’s safe.” Maverick gave you a small smile.

“He can take care of himself. And I know he’ll keep you safe too.” Maverick set the book down. “Tim’s not going to get to you again. There’s no way I’ll let that happen.”

You gave a small nod. You decided you were tired of talking about Tim. He really didn’t fucking deserve the attention.

“Bradley’s picking me up at 5.” You stood up and took your plate to the sink. “He wants to go to that BBQ place on the base.”

Mav nodded and put his hands behind his head.

“So dress casual then.” He said shrugging.

“Well, no shit.” You rubbed your eyes again. “That still doesn’t help with exactly what I should wear.”

Mav narrowed his eyes at you and looked over your current outfit. Which was a large ratty t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

“Definitely don’t wear whatever you’re wearing right now.” He was trying to hold in a stupid giggle while you rolled your eyes and flipped him off.  

“I’m going to go shower. Please don’t be here when he shows up. Or at least don’t make it weird.” You begged.

“I’m taking Penny out tonight.” He said in response. His eyes lit up when he said her name. You couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Hmmm sailing I bet.”

Maverick glared at you before you ran up the stairs.

“Have fun!” You yelled with a smile on your face. You were happy for him finding love again.

You wondered if you would be next to find it.

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“Flowers?”

You squeaked out, while coming face to face with a beautiful bouquet of daisies. You looked past the flowers to see Bradley grinning ear to ear.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pleased with himself. He was wearing a white short sleeve button down and blue jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. Maverick had been right about dressing casually. You had decided on jeans and a baby blue tank top that complemented your figure.

“What? You thought I was going to show up to our first date empty handed?” Your eyes grew wide at the mention of date. You knew your cheeks had to be burning red through your makeup.

You didn’t know what else to do besides grab the flowers awkwardly. You prayed to god that you didn’t look as nervous as you felt.

“Thank you- I’ll just set them in a vase real quick and then we can go.” You turned around and you felt Bradley follow behind you. There was no way Maverick had a vase lying around so you just ended up grabbing the largest cup you could find.

“You cleaned up the place a little bit didn’t you?” Bradley was looking around with a small smile on his face. “The last time I was here it looked like shit.”

You were really trying to focus on what he was saying but your mind hadn’t stopped racing. He was so unashamedly showing you affection. You were not prepared for this.

“Yeah, I made sure that his place was at least habitable.” You joked softly. “And I’ve made sure that Mav hasn’t been eating protein bars for every meal.”

You gave Bradley a knowing look and set the flowers in a large glass on the counter. They made your heart flutter with something you couldn’t quite describe.

You walked around the small kitchen counter. Bradley was staring and he was not trying to hide it.

“You look beautiful.” His voice sounded slightly gruffer than before. You bit your lip and your heart beat up even faster than it had before.

“Jesus Bradshaw, you’re going to make me pass out from nervousness if you keep on flirting with me like this.” You gave him a small smile and backed up against the counter to ground yourself.

He looked impressed with himself, and he held out his hand for you to grab.

“No need to be nervous sweetheart.” You gave him wide eyes once again. You hesitated to reach out to and connect your hand to his. He was sure getting comfortable with calling you sweetheart.

All the hesitancy you felt was flooding into your brain at once. You really weren’t expecting him to be so blatant with his interest in you. His grin faltered when you didn’t immediately hold his hand.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask. “I know it’s just a date but after everything I told you last night-” He cut you off before you could finish.

“I’m sure.” His honey-colored eyes looked at yours again. “I promise.”

Fuck. It was hard to say no to that.

You nodded and grabbed his hand despite all the alarms in your brain telling you that spending time with Bradley was a bad idea. He smiled and led you out the front door. The afternoon breeze was comforting as soon as it swept across your cheeks. You snuck a glance at Bradley who just looked so damn good.

You weren’t surprised when he jogged Infront of you to open the car door.

“How proper.” You teased him as you climbed in.

“I’m not always this proper sweetheart.” He gave you a wink and shut the door.  You tried not to imagine what in the hell he meant by that.

Fuck, he was literally the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. It was going to be impossible to focus.

Bradley slid into the driver’s side and gave you a smile before pulling out of the driveway.  You buckled your seat belt and relaxed.

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The restaurant was a popular spot-on base, Maverick had brought you a few times in the past. It was small but still bustling with people. You thanked your lucky stars he brought you somewhere casual and not an expensive restaurant.

The attraction between you and Bradley was becoming evident. Your legs were brushing against his while you chatted in a small booth.

“So how old are you?” You asked curiously. You had assumed he was near your age but honestly weren’t sure.

“33.” He responded. All you could think is that thirty-three looked fucking good on him.

“How old do you think I am?” You asked mischievously. Bradley’s eyes widened and then narrowed at you.

“I feel like this is a set up.” You giggled in response. Deciding to save him the embarrassment of guessing wrong, you told him your age.

“28. Birthdays in a few months.” You were hoping he would be happy with your age, and not run the other way to look for someone younger. Because you knew for a fact any woman would throw themselves at him if he asked. Twenty-eight was hardly old – but you weren’t getting any younger.

You shook your insecurities away and gazed up at Bradley. He was smiling at you.

“You know, I still don’t know what you did for work before you moved here.” You both skimmed over the fact that you didn’t move here – you escaped here.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher. I’ve been teaching for five years now.” Your heart both warmed and ached thinking about the students you left behind. You missed them so much.

“I’d love to get back to it, you know when things settle down.”

You hoped Bradley was impressed with your response. He was one of the best pilots in the nation and you were just a measly kindergarten teacher who will probably always make a below- average salary.

“That’s amazing.” Bradley said with a strong smile. You noticed a spark of adoration in his eyes. “I love kids. Not sure how I would do managing 20 at a time though.”

You tried not to melt into a puddle right then and there, because of course he loved kids.

“I think you’d do just fine.” You imagined him in a classroom full of kids.

Oh yeah, it was a bad idea to go down that road right now.

“You know, playing bartender has been fun though. I’m pretty sure I make double what I made as a kindergarten teacher. Plus I met you, a man with no concern for his own safety.” You were teasing him, but you knew he could take it.

Bradley rolled his eyes and sat back against the booth. He took a swig of his ice water and licked his lips.

“Can’t hurt steel baby”. You rolled your eyes at him. He had never called you baby before, but fuck, you could get used to that.  Being with him was so fucking effortless. You’d never experienced anything like it.

“Why’s it so easy with you?” You let out a breath and looked up into his eyes with wonder. He looked surprised for a split second.

“I don’t know.” He admitted to you softly. “But I don’t think we have to know why.”

You admired him for the way he spoke and calmed you. His optimism was something you craved, no- needed, right now. You changed the subject before your thoughts lingered further.

“So, what’s flying to you? You haven’t talked about it much.” You really were curious to know. If he was anything like Mav then being a pilot was an innate part of him.

“It’s everything.” He said, his eyes glazed over like he was in a different world. “My dad died in a flying accident.”

You nodded. You’d known that already just by being close to Mav.

“I joined because I wanted to be like my dad.” He had a small smile on his face. “I wanted to make him proud. To let his legacy, live on, you know?”

You nodded again.

“You’ve made him proud. I’m sure of it.” And you were. You knew Bradley’s father was a kind man. And any father would be proud to have a son like him.

“Do you want to be in the Navy forever?” You tentatively asked. Bradley’s sweet eyes looked deep in thought. You waited for his answer.

“I’ll finish out my 20 years with the Navy. I joined at 18 so I’ll be done soon.” He took a big breath and leaned his elbows over the table.

“I’ve thought about staying in for longer. I think my dad might have.” He said, his voice was still curious. “After this past Top Gun mission though- I um” He cleared his throat. “I really thought I was going to die and have no one to mourn me.”

Your heart ached at his words. I would mourn you now. Now that I know you. Is what you wanted to say. But you kept quiet.

“I don’t want to be like Maverick and not be able to settle down. Not have anyone to come home to.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand aimlessly. “I’ve never even had a dog.” He said sadly. “I mean how depressing is that? I’ve always wanted one, but I’ve never been in the same place long enough to have one.”

Your eyes met his and you were feeling all the sadness in the world for him. Loneliness was radiating off him.

“Maybe it’s time to focus on what you want.” You said softly.

“Don’t stay stuff like that. I’ll end up at the animal shelter with five dogs in no time.” He smirked and you were grateful to see his mood lifted slightly. You’d rather get punched in the gut than see him upset.

“You like the beach?” He asked, his fingers twiddling together. You realized that Bradley didn’t like to sit still for long. He was always touching or fiddling with something. Your leg included. His foot brushed up your calf softly.

“I love it.” You replied. “But I’m a shit swimmer.”

“Well, I’m thinking a nice long romantic walk on the beach. No swimming involved.”

You blushed at his flirtatious comment. You wondered if you would ever stop getting flustered by him. The idea of getting used to him flattering you seemed impossible. Bradley stood up and stretched his arms high.

“Whoa, are you trying to dine and dash?” You were joking, but also confused on why he was standing to leave when the waiter hadn’t even brought the check over.

“I knew you’d put up a fight to pay. So I gave them my card ahead of time.” His cheeks were a little red and your heart fluttered. He knew you too well apparently, because you had planned to pay for at least half.

“Well, thank you. I’ll buy next time.”

He smirked in response, basically giving you the look of “Yeah that’s not going to happen”.

Your mind wandered to the last first date you went on. It had been with Tim three years ago now. You were so young and excited. You wished you could warn your younger self to run like hell the other way.

Everything with Bradley was so vastly different than what you experienced the last few years. The way he talked, walked, touched you…

You were fucking terrified. But the electricity that ran through your veins when you were with him was too tempting to say no to. Running from Bradley didn’t seem like an option.

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“It looks a little windy out there, do you want my jacket just in case?” Bradley asked thoughtfully.

You were parked in a beach parking lot looking out at the waves. It was breathtaking. The sun was about to set, streaks of pink and purple were painted in the sky. But the views of the water weren’t easing the anxiety you felt.

“Sure, I’ll take it just in case.” You cringed at how shaky your voice was. You weren’t nervous about him giving you his jacket – more like you couldn’t stop imagining terror filled scenarios on the beach. Bradley seemed to notice, and you watched his smile turn into a frown.

“If you want to go home, I understand.” He said with a strained voice. You could practically feel the insecurity radiating from him. It was the first time all night he was anything but confident. He was probably figuring you didn’t want to spend more time with him, which was the furthest thing from the truth.

“No please don’t.” You hesitated and ran your hand through your hair. “I honestly just haven’t been this far from the base since I moved. It feels weird.” You were lying about that part. It didn’t feel weird, it felt scary as fuck. You had been unsafe for so long and then you moved to the base, where you felt incredibly safe. Leaving it felt venerable.

“I’ve got you sweetheart.” He reached over for your hand. You gladly let him hold it. The same safety you felt every time you held his hand washed over you.

“I know its silly. I just feel safe there.” His warm eyes locked to yours.

“It’s not silly. It makes sense.” He rubbed your hand gently. “We can go back to one of the beaches on the base.” He offered. It blew you away that he wasn’t angry with you. That he wasn’t freaking out over having to drive you here – only for you to hesitate to get out of the damn car. You fucking hated Tim more every minute.

“No. I know I’ll be okay with you.” You said. You meant it too. You knew that if you were in danger Bradley wouldn’t hesitate to take whatever that danger was away. It was the kind of man he was.

Confidence began to grow in you. You gave his hand a squeeze.

“Race you to the water.” You smirked. His eyes went wide and before he could even say a word you were out the door. Giggles erupted from you as you ran as hard as you could towards the water.

Your sandals were slowing you down God damnit! You slipped them off mid run and looked over your shoulder.

Bradley was just feet away from you, with a big smile on his face. He had thrown his shoes off too. He was obviously just as competitive as you were.

“You’re slow as shit!” You yell loudly, speeding up and screeching when you felt the cold water on your feet.

Bradley reached the water seconds after you. He was panting and laughing at the same time.

“You cheated.” He exclaimed, shaking his head. You smirked at him.

“No excuses.” You retorted back between fits of laughter.  You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so childlike and free. It had been so damn long.

You both caught your breath for a moment before deciding to walk along the shore. Bradley rolled up his jeans and walked in the water while you walked beside him.

You reached for his hand, and he gladly opened it for you to hold. Your shoulders brushed into each other’s as you walked.

“It’s beautiful here.” You said, looking out at the waves and setting sun in the distance. The beach was not crowded. Only a few people here and there watching the sunset.

“It’s one of my favorites.” He said, a smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to practice your swimming skills if we keep coming here.” He said playfully. You groaned and trudged your feet.

“The ocean is pretty to look at. But swim in? Fucking terrifying.”

Bradley pondered what you said and twisted his lips.

“You know what. The ocean is kind of terrifying. BUT- it’s still fun.” He grinned. You scoffed at him.

“Sounds like what someone who flies a million feet in the air going a bajillion miles an hour for fun would say.” He laughed and stared up at the sky.

“Would you ever go up in a jet with me?” You looked up at him and melted. You didn’t think you could say no to those eyes ever.

“I would.” You said back. “But I’d probably vomit all over you.”

“How romantic.” He joked. His eyebrows wriggled like they always did when he flirted with you.

The pounding of footsteps behind you caused you to stiffen and grip his arm. Alarm bells went off in your brain which made you practically glue yourself to Bradley’s body. Bradley immediately moved you Infront of him, blocking you from the steps.

You felt air woosh past the side of you when you looked to realize the footsteps you heard were from an innocent jogger passing by.

You let out an embarrassed sigh and tried to let the anxiety within you die down.

You had thought maybe he’d found you.

“Sorry” you said, referencing the death grip you had on his arm. You let go and cringed at the amount of circulation you cut off from his arm. He moved away from you slightly, but he still towered over you protectively.

“You’re alright. Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a small smile, but you could tell by is eyes he was worried about you. You had both stopped walking- now just staring out at the water and the darkening sky. You leaned into Bradley’s shoulder, this time with no death grip.

“You wanna sit down?” You asked, gesturing to the dry sand a few feet away.

“Yes please.”

Bradley was first to sit in the sand while you clumsily plopped down next to him. You saw Bradley spread his feet apart and gesture towards the space between his legs.

You raised an eyebrow.

“You want me to sit there?” You asked nervously. You looked down at his lap and you really weren’t sure if you’d be able to control yourself sitting there.

“Yes, it’s the perfect sunset watching position.” He teased. His cocky side was showing, and you loved it. It reminded you to let loose every one and a while.

“Fine. But I’m not sitting in your lap, I’m sitting in the sand.” You said back to him before crawling over his leg- which felt more exposing than you realized it would.

I mean you were on all fours and you were bending over his damn lap.

You situated yourself between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest and your legs laid out in-between his long ones. His arms were sitting at his sides, and you could tell he was just itching to wrap them around you. You grabbed them yourself with a boost of confidence.

You took them in your hands and led them around your waste. He pulled you in closer, his chin softly resting on top of your head. Your body stiffened slightly at the closeness, and the overwhelming and unexpected feeling of his large arms heavy around you. He instantly loosened his hold around you.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly. You took a deep breath and nodded. You relaxed against him and you slowly felt his arms become less tense around you. You both fit together like you were always made to be this close.

“Its amazing.” You whispered back. You could feel the vibrations Bradley’s body omitted when he spoke. The vibrations would swoon you into a deep sleep if you weren’t careful.

You were both quiet for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence. You embraced the feeling of being completely surrounded by Bradley. His smell, his touch, his voice – his time. It was like a gift from god to even be a part of who he was. Even just for a moment.

Bradley cleared his throat and lifted his chin from the top of your head. You felt his body sit up a little straighter, causing your smaller one to follow. His thumb started to rub circles into your arm softly. Something you were realizing he did to calm you.

“I didn’t want to bring him up.” Bradley said quietly. “But I have to help you somehow. I can’t- I can’t just sit back and let you be scared.” Your heart both ached with pain and soared with admiration at his words.

On one hand you fucking hated that the pain you were facing seeped into the heaven that was being with Bradley. But on the other hand, you felt a warm feeling inside of you knowing he wanted to protect you.

“Being with you helps.” You gave him a soft smile. “I’ve been so isolated since coming here. You are one of the only people who ha cared to know me.” You felt Bradley nod, but his body still didn’t relax.

“It doesn’t end this for you though.” You could tell he was frustrated by the sound of the cracking in his voice. He tucked you closer into his body. You nuzzled your head against his neck, seeking comfort in him. You weren’t sure how to ease his worries. You could barely survive with your own.

“Maverick and I hired a private investigator when I moved here. He’s been keeping tabs on Tim.” You said twiddling your fingers nervously. Nothing felt less sexy than talking about an ex- boyfriend. But you knew this wasn’t a normal first date. That nothing about this situation was normal.

“Apparently, he’s in Colorado. After I escaped, he left his job and started looking for me.” You swallowed harshly. “I also think the cops he worked with were actually starting to become suspicious of him.”

A little too fucking late for that concern now.

“Why don’t I go find him? I can find him and bring him to the cops. Since his police buddies aren’t doing their fucking job.” His voice was angry, and you could feel his chest tensing behind you.

You were angry too; you were angry the first time you went to the police station to try to report him. They had acted like they believed you- wrote down everything Tim had ever done to you. But the next day somehow Tim found out and almost killed you. He had made you retract the whole report and act like you did it because “you were overreacting and crazy”.

“No.” you said firmly. “He’s dangerous. I’m not letting you get hurt because of me.” You gripped his hands on your waist tightly.

“Plus, it’s not that easy. He would have been arrested a long time ago if it was. We need evidence.” You were gritting your teeth trying to fight the images popping in your head.

Don’t go there.

“What’s the plan then?” Bradley asked.

“John is working on putting evidence together to have him arrested. I had hundreds of files on my phone and home security cameras that could have been proof.” Your blood boiled beneath your skin. “But Tim found them all and made me delete them.” You spared Bradley the details about what Tim did to you afterwards.

He took a deep breath and nuzzled his chin into your head softly. You swore you could feel his lips brushing against your hair.

“We’ll get him sweetheart.” His voice was strained, and you noticed his grip on your waist was still tense.

You were astonished that he wanted you despite the mess surrounding you- Despite the healing that still needed to be done- Despite all the baggage you carried.

“I know.” You said. Even though you really didn’t know. You knew there was a chance he would never be arrested for his crimes. It was the case for many, many women in your position.

“When this is all over…” you hesitated and wondered if you should entertain the fantasy idea that you had.

“We should go somewhere. Anywhere.” You smiled out at the sunset Infront of you.

Bradley hummed with happiness behind you.

“Ever been to Montana?” He asked. You shook your head against his chest. You’d seen pictures before though. You thought of green hills, wildlife and mountains. It made you relax just imagining the place.

“No. I’ve heard its beautiful though.”

“My parents bought a cabin there before I was born. It needs a lot of work– but it’s nestled in the mountains next to a lake. I’ll take you there.”

You looked up at him and he leaned down to look at you. Your lips were so close to touching you could almost taste him. You could tell Bradley was weighing his options on whether he should kiss you or not. You blushed and looked away from him and back at the ocean.

You wanted him so badly, but you were so afraid of what that meant.

“That’s the first place I want to go.” You said softly.

“Then we’ll go.” He gave you a squeeze and his arms loosened. He took a deep breath behind you.

“I’m leaving for scheduled training tomorrow.”

His words jolted you. The immediate ache you felt knowing he would be gone was equally as jolting.

“It’s nothing high risk or anything. Just routine training on the water. I’ll probably be out of the sky most of the time.”

You knew that he wasn’t telling the entire truth since any kind of training carried risk. He had to know that firsthand.

“How long will you be gone?” You glanced up at the ocean and saw that the sun was almost under the horizon line, causing the sky to darken around the both of you.

“10 days.” He said roughly. “It’s weird, I’ve never had anyone to tell when I’m going out for training or a mission.” His voice was heavy.

You lifted your body to turn around to face him. You sat criss- crossed in-between his legs. Luckily he was so large that you could fit between them. You were no longer looking at the ocean, but damn your view now was 10 times better.

“Well, now you have me to tell. I promise to annoy you every night with iMessage games when you’re done with work.” You grinned widely. You hoped you weren’t pushing the line. It was possible he would be going home from this date and never want to see you again.

You looked up at him and grinned.

Yeah, you didn’t have to worry about that.

Bradley was smiling ear to ear. The curls in his hair were softly blowing in the breeze. You never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your life.

“The night I come back I’ll be knocking on your doorstep.” He said with a sheepish smile. You bit you lip and looked at the sand.

“Honestly, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

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The drive home was quiet, but Bradley played oldies the whole way home. He held your hand with his free one and you marveled at how just a simple touch of his hand brought you peace.

He parked the car in the driveway and before you could get out, he turned the ignition off and jogged to your door. It was dark now, but his white button down was clearly visible through the shadows.

“Well thank you.” You remarked, as he opened the door for you. He bowed playfully and shut the door when you stepped out. You both walked to the front door silently.

You were scared he might kiss you. Scared, excited and everything in-between. Maverick’s car wasn’t home. You mentally thanked god for that.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Bradley said teasingly. Your cheeks warmed.

“Sorry.” You squeaked. I

“I want to kiss you. But I won’t.” He said softly. His hands were hovering at his sides. You wanted to reach out and wrap them around you- but you were frozen.

He looked at you like you meant something to him. Like you were some kind of angel.

“I want to kiss you, but I’m scared.” Your voice cracked softly. Bradley’s eyes softened and you looked at the ground nervously.

“You don’t have to be scared of me.” He said, his voice almost inaudible. You twisted your lips together and tried to keep your emotions in check. How the hell could you explain how you were feeling?

“I’m not scared of you; I’m scared of everything else.” You said shakily. Tears were filling your eyes, but you refused to cry. You felt self-hatred brew in your chest.

“I’m so tired of being afraid.” You let out a bitter laugh, that sounded more like a cry.

“You won’t be afraid forever.” Bradley stepped close to you and dared to reach out and delicately tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I’m going to protect you.” His hand rested on the side of your shoulder now, gripping it softly. “And you’re strong, you are so fucking strong. I hope you know that.”

Suddenly your body was getting brought into his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around your back and held you tightly against him. You were completely surrounded by him, it made you shudder with warmth. His large hands rubbed your back in small circles.

“God I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.” You said between sniffles. You fully gave into his embrace, though. You let yourself bask in the protective box he held you in.

“No need to apologize.” He said, without any kind of hesitation.

You weren’t sure how long you had been standing there in his arms- but long enough for both of you to have ended up leaning against the wall instead of standing upright. You took in a shaky breath.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight. I really did have a great time.” You said shyly. You pulled away from his chest, but neither of you let go of each other.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He said back, giving you a quick wink. The sly smile you were all too familiar with reappeared on his face. There was nothing more beautiful than that.

“You know, a kiss on the cheek doesn’t scare me as much.” You said softly.

Bradley’s eyes perked up and you grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah?” He asked playfully. You took the risk to glance at his lips. God damn they looked perfect.

You nodded and batted your eyelashes expectantly.

“You sure?” he asked again, hesitating before leaning in at your nod.

His lips pressed softly onto your cheek. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

You meant it when you said you were scared to kiss him- but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do it.

Fuck it.

Before he could pull away you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and turned his lips to yours. Hoards of butterflies flew through your stomach when you finally felt his lips press against you.

You kissed him like you meant it. Not too rough, but not too soft either.

You kissed him like you were scared of what the kiss meant but fucking enthralled with how it felt.

He kissed you with gentleness, but with so much need at the same time.

You moved your hand to his chest and gripped his shirt. You didn’t want the high to end. You wanted him to keep kissing you the way he was, to go lower to your neck, to your chest -

But he pulled away- your eyes met, and you both were breathless.

“Sweetheart, I want to keep kissing you but…I don’t want to get carried away. ” His gentle eyes wandered over your face. His hand was still cupping your cheek softly. You were still so,so, so close to his lips.

You didn’t want to get carried away either. Well you definitely wanted to get fucked by Bradley Bradshaw, but that would not be happening tonight.

“Good point.” You said breathlessly. Bradley let out a laugh and you bit your lip nervously. You knew your cheeks must be flushed.

“I’ll miss you when I’m gone.” He said softly. You squeezed his arms in agreement.

“Be safe while you’re out there alright? You can’t leave me out to dry like this.” You half joked. Bradley chuckled let out a big sigh.

“I’ll come see you the moment I get back.” He said assuredly. You took a final look at him before stepping out of his arms completely. You felt an immediate loss of warmth, causing you to frown.

“You better.” You said, eyes squinted.

“I promise.”

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Bradley had been gone for 7 days.

You tried to act like his absence didn’t affect you that much. But somehow the days seemed like fucking weeks, and your shifts at the Hard Deck were a lot less entertaining than before.

Maverick kept teasing you that you looked like a lost puppy around the house. You flipped him off every time and reminded him of all the times he moped around when he couldn’t see Penny.

Just three more days.

You were minutes away from closing the bar for the night. It was Saturday night, so Penny was closing with you. Maverick had offered to drive you to work and pick you up just so he could see Penny. As much as it grossed you out to see all their PDA, you were so damn happy for Maverick. Penny was his version of settling down – his forever.

Your phone pinged and you smiled when you realized it was Bradley. You both had been texting each other non-stop since he left.

You hadn’t really texted about anything particular, just about his day and yours. But you fucking loved it, and every time you saw his name pop on your screen you stopped everything to open it.

Bradley 🐔 : For someone who keeps challenging me to connect four you are pretty shit at it.

You: I’m just warming up!

Bradley🐔: Warming up for 7 days straight?

You: Just have to find my groove.

Bradley🐔: Just admit you suck at connect four

You: absolutely not

You responded to him and slipped your phone in your pocket. Texting Bradley about iMessage games should not be the priority while you were on the clock.

“You all done?” asked Penny. She had boxes in her hands so high she couldn’t even see Infront of her. You laughed and ran to her rescue to take a few boxes.

“Yup!” You replied, piling boxes in your hands.

You both carried them to the back room and let out a big sigh unanimously.

“Tonight was busy.” Penny said, her voice exhausted. But somehow after a 12 hour day at the bar she still looked stunning.

“Probably one of the busiest nights I’ve worked.” And you had cash in your pocket to prove it. You both heard a knock on the bar counter.

“Hey ladies!”

It was Maverick ready to take you both home. Penny’s mood instantly brightened, and you gave her a smirk.

“Going out tonight?” You asked. She glared at you playfully and skipped out of the room. You followed behind her, dreaming about the fresh sheets on your bed. You were going to sleep so damn good tonight.

But then you saw Mav. Something was wrong.

You stopped a few feet away from him and shook your head.

“What’s wrong?” you asked shakily. Your heart dropped to your stomach when he looked at you with remorse- with a look that said I’m sorry.

“Mav, tell me what’s going on. Please.” You stepped closer, and Mav reached out to grab your arm.

“John called.”

You froze. All the blood from your face drained immediately. Your body went ice cold and you felt vomit rising in your throat.

“Tim’s in California.”

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Part three out of four is up next! Thank you so much for all the love. I’m looking forward to relasing the final two parts.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

99 Problems

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Drive faster, Dean." Sam shouts at him as we scream down the road. "I can’t! Are you okay?" Dean asked Sam, nodding to his wound on his shoulder. "Yeah, I’m amazing." Sam said as I lean forward from the backseat and place a rag over his shoulder, to help stop the bleeding.

"You ever seen that many?" asked Dean. "No." Sam replied. "No way, not in one place." I said. "What the hell?" Dean asked, annoyed, then we came up to a large vehicle that was on fire in the middle of the road and Dean stops the car. "Damn it!" Dean shouts and he backs up.

At that moment, Demons came out, smashed the windows of the car and try to drag the three of us out of the car. We do our best to fight them when, suddenly, water was sprayed on us and the demons let us go, screaming in pain.

"The hell?" I asked as I look out and see a group of people standing by a truck with a firehose and a man on top, holding a bullhorn to his mouth. He started to recite the exorcism and all of the demons scream and we exorcized out of their hosts' bodies.

"Well that’s something you don’t see every day." Dean said as we get out of the car and the man walks up to us. "You three alright?" He asked us as we stare around in shock. "Peachy." I said. "Be careful. It’s…dangerous around here." The guy said and he turns to walk.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." Dean said and the man turns back. "No need to thank us." He said, smiling. "No, hold up a sec! Who are you?" Dean asked him. "We’re the Sacrament Lutheran Militia." The man replied. "I’m sorry—the what?" I asked. "I hate to tell you this, but those were demons and this is the Apocalypse. So…buckle up." He said and the boys and I share a look. How the hell do these guys know about demons and the Apocalypse?

Minutes later, Dean opens the trunk of the Impala to the guy, Rob, and his partners then showed our weapons. Rob looks at this, impressed. "Looks like we’re in the same line of business." Sam said. "And among colleagues. That’s a police-issued shotgun. That truck is, uh…inspired." Dean said, gesturing at the truck and the group of men that saved us

"Where’d you guys pick up all this crap?" I asked our saviors. "You know you pick things up along the way." One of the men, Paul, said. "Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That’s all." Dean tells them. "We’re on the same team here. Just talk to us." Sam said and the guys give each other some looks before they look back at us. "Follow us." Rob tells us.

Rob and his group lead his to this small town, with a church that had guards and barriers around it. We get out and walk towards the church when I noticed the devil's trap symbol painted on the ground, in front of the entrance barrier. 

We walked inside to see several people inside and a pastor at the other side of the church, with a couple standing before him. "Who would have thought the Apocalypse could be so romantic? Marriage, family—it’s a blessing. Especially in times like this. So hold on to that." The pastor said while I noticed all of the people in the pew were holding rifles.

"Wedding? Seriously?" Sam asked, scoffing. "Yeah. We’ve had eight so far this week." Paul replied and the boys and I share confused looks amongst each other. 

"Congratulations! Yay!" Some of the churchgoers shouted to the newly wedded couple as they walk out of the church. We stood there outside of the church, watching the people, when the Pastor comes up to us. "So Rob tells me you three hunt demons." He said. "Uh…yes sir." I said and Dean nods. "You missed a few." The pastor teased as I noticed he had a gun holster wrapped around his right leg.

"Yeah. Tell us about it. Any idea why they’re here?" Sam asked him and the Pastor shakes his head. "They sure seem to like us, though. Follow me, gentlemen and lady." He said and he heads inside the church.

"So you’re a preacher?" Dean asked after we followed him into the church. "Not what you expected, huh?" the pastor said. "Well, dude, you’re packing." I pointed out and he shrugs. "Strange times." The pastor said and he turns to the right and opens the door, leading to a basement of people inside making weapons.

"Is that a twelve-year-old packing salt rounds?" Dean asked, stunned. "Everybody pitches in." The pastor said. "So, the whole church?" I asked. "The whole town." The pastor said. "A whole town full of hunters. I don’t know whether to run screaming or buy a condo." Dean said. "Well the demons were killing us. We had to do something." The pastor said.

"So why not call the National Guard?" Sam asked him. "We were told not to." The pastor said and I furrow my brow in confusion at this. "By who?" Sam asked but the pastor doesn’t answer. "Come on, Padre. You’re as locked and loaded as we’ve ever seen. And that exorcism was Enochian. Someone’s telling you something." Dean said. "Look, I’m sorry, I, uh, I can’t discuss it." The pastor said.

"Dad, it’s okay." A female voice said, behind us, and we turn to see a young woman with long light brown hair, a blue button up shirt, jeans and a gray cardigan. "Leah—" the pastor said but Leah continues. "It’s Sam and Dean Winchester and (y/n) (l/n). They’re safe. I know all about them." She said, which surprised me and the boys.

"You do?" I asked her. "Sure. From the angels." She said. "The angels. Awesome." Dean grumbles, annoyed. "Don’t worry. They can’t see you here. The…marks on your ribs, right?" Leah asked and we continue to stare at her.

"So you know all about us because angels told you?" Sam asked her. "Yes. Among other things." Leah replied. "Like the snappy little exorcism spell." I said. "And they show me where the demons are going to be, before it happens. How to fight back." She said.

"Never been wrong. Not once. She’s very special." The Pastor said as he walks over to Leah and places an arm around her, like a proud parent. "Dad…" Leah said, embarrassed. "And let me guess. Before you see something, you get a really bad migraine, you see flashing lights?" Dean asked her and she gives a stunned look to him.

"How’d you know?" She asked him. "‘Cause you’re not the first prophet we’ve met." I said and she looks between us, almost like she was surprised to hear this.

That night we were at a bar and I had my phone to my ear as I tried to call Cas, but he didn't answer so it went straight to voicemail. "You have reached the voicemail box of..." the automated voice said then it pauses and I hear Cas' voice. "I don’t understand why, why do you want me to say my name?" He asked and I hear him push buttons. "So that people will know who they're talking to, Cas." I hear Ariel say in the background as Castiel presses random buttons and I couldn't help but laugh alittle as the voicemail beeps.

"Cas, hey, uh, it’s me. So we are in Blue Earth, Minnesota, and um, we could use a little help. I…hope you get this." I said and I hang up. Ariel, unfortunately, doesn't have a phone as she relies on Castiel with the phone so it's a bit a pain in the ass to not get ahold of her.

"So, did you get a hold of Cas?" Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer, as I walk over to them. "Yeah, I left him a message. Don't know when or if he'll respond." I replied, taking the beer Sam handed me and sat down next to Dean. "So uh, what's your theory, guys? Why all of the demon hits?" Sam asked us. "I don't know. Gank the girl? The prophet, maybe?" Dean said and Sam shakes his head. "What?" I asked Sam. "Just these angels are sending these people to do their dirty work." Sam said.

"Yeah. And?" Dean asked. "And they could get ripped to shreds." Sam replied. "We're all gonna die, Sam. In like a month...maybe two. I mean it. This is the end of the world, but these people aren't freaking out. In fact, they're running to the exit in an orderly fashion. I don't know that that's such a bad thing." Dean said, taking another sip of his beer.

Sam and I stared at him, stunned. "Who says they're all gonna die? What ever happened to us saving them?" I asked. Dean stared back at us and before he could say anything we heard the church bells toll.

Everyone immediately got up and started leaving the bar. "Something I said?" Dean asked. "Paul. What's going on?" Sam asked him, when he started to walk past our table. "Leah's had another vision." He replied and he leaves and Sam turns to us.

"Wanna go to church?" Sam asked us. "You know me...downright pious." Dean replied, taking a swig of his beer. "You're alot of things, Dean, but pious...eh." I said and he gives me a deadpan look while I stick my tongue out at him. We left the bar and follow everyone to the church.

"Three miles off Talmadge Road." Pastor Gideon announced. Leah whispers in his ear. "Five miles. There are demons gathered. I...don't know how many, but a lot. Thank you, Leah." He said and his daughter took a seat. "So, who's going to join me?" Pastor Gideon asked, Rob raise his hand. "Wouldn't miss it." He said. "Someone's got to cover Rob's ass." Paul said, raising his hand. The two exchange smiles.

"We're in, Padre." Dean said, slightly raising his hand. "Thank you. I'd like to offer a prayer." Pastor Gideon said and everyone, but the boys and I, lower their heads. "Our Father in Heaven..." 

"Yeah, not so much." Dean mumbled. As Pastor Gideon said his prayer, I notice instead of bowing his head to pray along with everyone, Paul pulls out a flask and raises it to a disapproving Rob. "Help us to fight in your name. We ask that you protect us from all servants of evil. Guide our hands in defeating them, and deliver us home, safely. Thank you, Amen." Pastor Gideon said and I lower my eyes to the ground.

We follow Pastor Gideon and his team to a house full of demon, and we, quickly, clear our varying combinations of rock salt rounds, exorcisms, holy water backpack-sprayer blasts, hand-to-hand combat and Ruby's knife. Together we were able to eliminate the demons within record time without anyone getting seriously hurt.

Sam sighs as we walk away from the house. "I guess that's what it's like, huh?" He said. "What?" I asked. "Having backup." Sam replied. "Yeah, it was really nice. And alot easier." I said as we return to our vehicles where we put our weapons away in the trunk.

"Dean. Sam. (y/n)." Dylan called, walking over to us. "Yo." Dean greeted, closing the trunk. "Hey. So, um, is-is that...is that cool that I get a ride back with you guys?" Dylan asked and Sam and I shrugged then Dean waved to Rob, letting him know it's okay. The pastor smiles and drives his trunk away with everyone else on board.

"Hey, you've saved my ass twice already. One more time, you can drive." Dean said to him. "Get a beer?" He then said to me. I open the cooler and pass two beers to Sam and Dean.

Dean waits until the trunk was further down the road before turning to Dylan. "Hey." He said and toss his beer across the car to Dylan. "You earned it. Don't tell your mom." He said. "Oh, believe me...I will not." Dylan said, turning his back to lean on the car.

I handed Dean another beer and we all open our cans. The boys and I tap our cans together and took a drink.

Suddenly, Dylan screams as he was pulled to the ground. Dean races around the car to help him while I drag a demon out from the other side and Sam kills it with the knife. "Dylan!" Dean yelled. Sam and I ran around the car to see Dean dragging Dylan out from under the Impala, I kneel down and help him. Only to realize that Dylan was already dead with his neck slit. "No." Dean muttered in regret while I gasped.

The church held a funeral for Dylan, the boys and I stood outside, watching from the door. We turn around when Rob and his grieving wife walk up. "Ma'am, we're just, um, very sorry." Dean said to her. "You know...this is your fault." Jane spat at him. Dean stares back at her with a guilty look. "Jane. Come on." Rob said, guiding her inside, and she gives us one last glare then heads inside the church. The boys and I share guilty looks and went inside, sitting in the back to avoid eyes.

"I wish I knew what to say. But I don't. I'm so sorry, Jane, Rob. There are no words. Dylan...I don't know why this happened. I don't know why any of this is happening. I got no easy answers. But what I do know is..." Pastor Gideon said, stopping when Leah falls out of her seat onto the floor.

"Leah, honey?" He said, going to her aid as it looked like Leah was having a seizure. "Leah, honey? Honey? It's okay sweetie. It's okay." Pastor Gideon assured her and helps her sit up. "Dad, it's Dylan." Leah said. "Just rest a minute, huh?" Pastor Gideon said.

"No, listen. Dylan's coming back." Leah said, causing the crowd to mutter in confusion. Leah stood up and stand before everyone. "Jane, Rob...It's going to be okay. You'll see Dylan again. When the final day comes, Judgement Day, he'll be resurrected and you'll be together again. We'll all be together. With all our loved ones. We've been chosen. The angels have chosen us. And we will be given paradise on earth. All we have to do is follow the angels' commandments." she said and I furrow my brow at this, that seemed a bit too coincidental for her to have a vision.

Later, the boys and I exit the church while Sam looks at a list that was handed out. "No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex." Sam listed off and scoffs. "Guys, they basically just outlawed ninety percent of your personalities." He said to us and I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, whatever. When in Rome." Dean replied and I turn my head to him.

"So, uh...you're cool with it?" I asked, confused. "I'm not cool. I'm not, not cool. I'm just, look, guys, I'm not a prophet. We're not locals. It's not my call. I'll catch up with you two." Dean said, walking off. "Dean..." I called out but he keeps walking and Sam and I exchange worry looks.

Sam and I went to the bar, where it was completely empty except for Paul cleaning the counter. "Hey. So what happened to, uh, the Apocalypse is good for business?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, right up until Leah's angel pals banned the good stuff. Wanna help me kill some inventory?" Paul asked, pointing at the bottles behind him.

"Sure." Sam said and we take a couple of seats on the bar stools. Paul took a bottle of the shelf and sets three glasses on the bar. "Don't get me wrong. I grew up here. I love this town, but uh, well, these holy rollers?" He said, sounding a but upset.

"Yeah, yeah, I uh, I noticed you're not the praying type." I pointed out and Paul nods, slightly. "Yeah, well, between you and me, neither are half those guys. A couple of months back, they're all in here, getting wasted, banging the nanny. Now they're all Warriors of God. Cheers." Paul said, holding up his glass.

"Cheers." Sam said and we all click our glasses together and swig them down. "Look, there's sure as hell demons. And maybe there is a God. I don't know. Fine. But I'm not a hypocrite. I never prayed before and I ain't starting now. If I go to hell, I'm going honest." Paul said, Sam and I nodded.

"How 'bout you two?" Paul asked us. "What about us?" I asked. "Not a true believer, I take it." Paul said. Sam and I share a look. "We believe, yeah. We do. We're just...Pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago." Sam said as I nod and Paul scoffs.

We drank some more alcohol until it was curfew and Sam and I were force to return to our motel room, where Dean was waiting on his bed. "Where you two been?" Dean asked us. "Drinkin'." Sam replied. "You rebels." Dean teased. "We'd have had more, um, but it was curfew." I said, a bit tired. "Right." Dean muttered. "You hear they shut down the cell towers?" I asked as Sam removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves.

"No. That's, uh, news to me." Dean said. "Yeah. No cable, internet. Total cut off from the 'corruption of the outside world.'" Sam said, using air quotes. "Huh." Dean muttered, unfazed.

"Don't you get it? They're turning this place into some kind of fundamentalist compound." I said, getting mad he was taking this seriously. "No, I get it." Dean replied, matter-of-factly. "And all you've got is a 'hmm?' What's wrong with you?" I asked Dean, worried. "I get it. I just don't care." Dean said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "What?" Sam and I asked, stunned.

"What difference does it make?" Dean asked, shrugging. "It makes a hell of a..." Sam said, then he stops and scoffs. Sam walks over to sit on the other bed in front of Dean and i next to Dean. "At what point does this become too far for you? Stoning? Poisoned Kool-Aid? The angels are toying with these people!" Sam explained. 

"Angel world, angel rules, man." Dean grumbled. "And since when is that okay with you?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Since the angels' got the only lifeboats on the Titanic." Dean replied, getting up and brushing my hand off of him. "I mean, who exactly is supposed to come along and save these people? It was supposed to be us, but we can't do it." He said as he goes to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"So what? You wanna, you wanna just want to stop fighting, roll over?" Sam asked. "I don't know, maybe." Dean replied, shrugging, and took a sip of his coffee.  Sam scoffs, shaking his head, while stare at him in disbelief. "Don't say that." I said, smiling painfully. "Why not?" Dean asked. "Cause you can't do this." I replied, stand up. "Actually, I can." Dean said.

"No you can't. You can't do this to me. To us" I said, gesturing between me and Sam as Sam stands up. "I got two things, two things, keeping me going. You think you're the only one white-knuckling it here, Dean? Aside for (y/n), I can't count on anyone else. I can't do this alone." Sam argued.

Dean sets his mug down and walks away, not saying anything. "Dean." I called out to him. "I got to clear my head." Dean said, grabbing his jacket. "It's past curfew." Sam said, but Dean ignores him and leaves. "It's past curfew." Sam muttered and I sigh and place my hands over my head.

"Sam, what is going on with him?" I asked. "I don't know." Sam mutters, shaking his head, and I sigh heavily and drop my arms down and let them swing on my sides for a bit. "I'm really worried about him." I said and Sam nods. "You're not the only one." Sam said and I sit down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor.

Later, I was skimming through a book but my mind couldn't focus on the words on the book. I pack the book away and take out another one. "I got your message." I heard a voice say behind me. I turn around to see Castiel looking in the fridge. "It was long, your message. And I find the sound of your voice grating." He growls as he closes the fridge. "What's wrong with you?" I asked him, confused.

Castiel wobbles for a bit as he continues to look through the fridge. "Are you...drunk?" Sam asked him. Castiel turns to look at us. "No!" He said, falling forward a bit and grabbing hold of the divider to save himself. Sam and I raise our eyebrows and Castiel leans on the divider for support. "Yes." He said.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked, Castiel sighs. "I found a liquor store." He said, resting his head on the divider. "And?" I asked. "And I drank it!" Castiel exclaimed, like it was so obvious. "Where's Ariel?" I asked him. "I don't know..." he mumbles, drunkly, as he shrugs.

"Why'd you call me?" Castiel asked as he pushes off the divider and wobbles his way over to us. "Whoa. There you go. Easy." Sam said as he and I put our hands on his chest so he wouldn't fall over. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. Castiel looks at him and motions for him to lean closer. Sam does so and Castiel leans in close to his ear. "Don't ask stupid questions." He said.

Sam makes a face and pulls away. "Tell me what you need." Castiel said as he goes to take a seat on the bed. "T-there have been these...these demon attacks. Massive, right on the edge of town. And we can't figure out why they're..." I explained.

"Any sign of angels?" Castiel asked. "Sort of. They've been speaking to this prophet." I said. "Who?" Castiel asked. "This girl, Leah Gideon." Sam said. "She's not a prophet." Castiel said. "I'm pretty sure she is. Visions, headaches...the whole package." Sam said. "The names of all the prophets, they're seared into my brain. Leah Gideon is not one of them." Castiel said and Sam and I look at him, stunned. "Then what is she?" I asked him.

The next day, Dean finally returns to the motel room and Sam and I look up at him. "We went out looking for..." Sam said as he and I stand up from the sofa. But he pauses when we see blood on Dean's hands. "Oh my God, Dean! You alright?" I asked him, worried, as I run up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, looking him over.

Dean glances down to his bloody hands. "Yeah. It's...it's not my blood. Paul's dead." He said and my eyes widen. "What?!" Sam and I asked, shocked. "Jane shot him." Dean replied.

"It's starting." Castiel said. "What's starting? Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked him, angrily. "On a bender." Castiel replied, with an attitude. "Did he...did you say on a bender?" Dean asked, looking at Sam and I, while pointing at Castiel.

"Yeah. He's still pretty smashed." Sam said, patting the angel on his shoulder. "It is not of import." Castiel said, holding up his hand. "We need to talk about what's happening here." He grumbled.

"Well, I'm all ears." Dean said as I remove my hands off of him and he walks over to the sink to wash his hands. "Well, for starters...Leah is not a real prophet." I said, as I sit back down. Dean turns off the sink then looks over his shoulder at us. "Well, what is she, exactly?" He asked, picking up a rag to dry his hands.

"The whore." Castiel said which stuns Dean a bit. "Wow. Cas, tell us what you really think." Dean said. "She rises when Lucifer walks the Earth. And she shall come, bearing false prophecy." Castiel said and he points at the book in front of him. "This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds. Book of Revelation calls her the Whore of Babylon." He explained as Dean walks over to sit on the chair next to me. 

"Well, that's catchy." Dean mutters, sarcastically. "The real Leah was probably killed months ago." I said. "What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked. "They're under her control." Castiel replied. "And the Enochian exorcism?" Dean asked.

"Fake. It actually means, you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat." Castiel said, smiling amused. The boys and I exchange confused look and Castiel looks between us, waiting for our reactions. "It's funnier in Enochian." He said, disappointed.

"So the demons smoking out...that's just a con? Why? What's the endgame?" Dean asked. "What you just saw...innocent blood spilled in God's name." Castiel said. "You heard all that heaven talk. She manipulates people." Sam said. "To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns. Awesome." Dean grumbled as he gets up.

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it's...just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit." Castiel explained. "Alright. So, then, how do we go Pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?" Dean asked him.

Later that night, Castiel puts down a wooden stake on the table in front of us and we stare at it then back at Cas. "The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon." He explained. "Great. Let's ventilate her." Dean said, picking up the stake. "It's not that easy." Castiel said, shaking his head slightly. "'Course not." Dean grumbled and Sam takes the stake from him to look at it. 

 "The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven." Castiel said as pouring himself a cup of water from the sink. "Servant, like..." I started to say. "Not you. Or me. Or Dean. Sam, of course, is an abomination." Castiel said and Sam give him an offended look. "Cas, that's a bit uncalled for." I said to the angel. "It's okay, (y/n)." Sam muttered. "We'll have to find someone else." Castiel said then he takes a sip of his water.

We decided on Pastor Gideon and Castiel left to retrieve him. A wind blows through the room follow by the sounds of wings flapping and Castiel appears with the pastor. "What the hell was that?" Pastor Gideon asked, stunned. "Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat." Dean said To him as Gideon turns to us.

We then went on to explain everything to Pastor Gideon, who looks at the cypress stake and shakes his head. "No. She's my daughter." He said, sniffing. "I'm sorry, but she's not. She's the thing that killed your daughter." I said. "That's impossible." Pastor Gideon said, shaking his head in disbelief. "But it's true. And deep down, you know it. Look, we get it-it's too much. But if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people. And damn the rest to hell." Sam said.

"It's just..." Pastor Gideon started to say. Dean picks up the stake and holds it out to him. "Why does it have to be me?" He asked. "You're a Servant of Heaven." Castiel said, leaning on the divider. "And you're an angel." Pastor Gideon said, turning his head to look at him. "Poor example of one." Castiel replied. Pastor Gideon turns back to us, staring at the stake Dean was still holding out to him.

We went back to the church, hiding in the office and waiting for Leah. Eventually she enters the room and looks into a mirror in the wardrobe that shows her true face. She closed the wardrobe and sees Castiel there. He grabs Leah and holds her for Pastor Gideon, who went up to them stake raise. "Daddy! Don't hurt me!" Leah pleaded. "Gideon, now!" Sam yelled but Pastor Gideon was hesitating. Leah chants in Enochian, putting a spell on Castiel. "Pizin noco iad." Castiel screams, letting her go and falling to the floor.

Leah uses a form of telekinesis to push us away, sending us slamming into the wall. She runs off while we get up. Pastor Gideon picks up the stake and chases after her. "Gideon! Wait! No!" I yelled as we run after him, leaving Castiel groaning on the ground. 

We enter the basement to see three guys fighting Pastor Gideon, causing him to lose the stake. We run over and attack the men, knocking them to the floor and off of Pastor Gideon. People began screaming and banging on the door of the storage room, begging to be let out. Rob goes over to the door with a lighter but Sam and I tackle him before he can light the kerosene, and then I throw the lighter across the room. 

Jane runs over to attack me but Sam got in her way and began fighting her, while I fight Rob and Dean gets knock down by Leah.

Dean reaches for the cypress stake as Leah pins him down. "Please. Like you're a servant of Heaven. This is why my team's gonna win. You're the great vessel? You're pathetic, self-hating, and faithless. It's the end of the world. And you're just gonna sit back and watch it happen." She said.

Dean grabs the stake, punches Leah, and stakes her. "Don't be so sure, whore." He growled. At that moment, Rob and Jane stop fighting with Sam and I to watch what happen in shock.

Leah's body shakes and the stake catches on fire. It explodes, leaving a burning hole where it entered her body. "But...I don't understand. How are we supposed to get to paradise now?" Jane asked, stunned, after a 

"I'm sorry. Pretty sure you're headed in a different direction." Dean replied to her. Pastor Gideon attempts to stand but he was struggling, so Sam and I grab him and help him up. "Gotcha." Sam said. Once on his feet, Pastor Gideon looks down at his daughter in shock. "Come on." Dean said to us.

We retrieved Castiel and exit the the church from the basement. Dean helps Castiel up the stairs while Sam and I help Pastor Gideon. "Dean, how did you do that?" I asked. "What?" Dean asked. "Kill her." I replied. "Long run of luck held out, I guess." Dean said. "Last I checked, she could only be ganked by a servant of Heaven." I said.

"Well, what do you want me to tell you? I saw a shot. I went for it." Dean said, a bit annoyed. We reach the Impala where Dean walks around to the driver's side. "Alright. Here we go." He said and the boys open the doors to the backseat and we help Castiel and Pastor Gideon get in the car. "Watch your head, now." Sam said to Pastor Gideon.

"Are you gonna do something stupid?" I asked Dean, across the top of the car. "Like what?" Dean asked me. "Like Michael stupid." I replied. "Come on, (y/n). Give me a break." Dean said, opening the driver's door and getting in. I glare at Dean then turn to Sam, worried.

Back at the motel, Castiel was laying on Sam's bed, staring at nothing. I pace the floor as Sam was wrapping bandages around Pastor Gideon's arm while he held an ice bag his his bandage forehead. "How's the head?" Dean asked him. "I'm seeing double. But that may be the painkillers." Pastor Gideon replied then chuckles. "You'll be okay." Dean said. "No." Pastor Gideon said, shaking is head.

Dean stares at him for a moment, then he looks over at me. "(Y/n), come with me." He said and I was a bit shocked about this. "I need help to go get some medical supplies since we ran out, that's all." He said and I eye him, warily. "Okay." I said and we head to the door. "We'll be back." I said to Sam and he nods as Dean and I leave the room, get into the Impala and take off.

*3rd Person POV*

​​​​​​"Dean, where the hell are we going?" (Y/n) asked after a few minutes of silence. She noticed that Dean left the town and drove pass a small store that would've definitely had some medical supplies and bandages.

Dean couldn't talk as he does everything to prepare for what he was gonna do, or what he was gonna say that is. ​​​​​​It's for the best... he thought as he stays silent. I just need her to be safe and away...from me. He thought. "Dean, please, you're scaring me." (Y/n) said, worried. "I lied about getting supplies..." he said and she scoffs. "Well, that's obvious." She quips.

"I just...I just want to talk to you, alone." He said and (y/n) eyes him. "Okay..." she said, unsure, then Dean takes a turn and drives down a road til they come up to a white farm looking house and (y/n) recognize it as another one of her father's safe house.

Dean pulls up to the house, shuts the engine off then gets out of the car and goes over to the front end of the car and leans against it. (Y/n) stares at him then she gets out of the car and goes up to Dean and places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey...is everything okay?" She asked him.

He looks down as he preps himself on what he was gonna say and pushed back all the emotions he was feeling away as he gets ready for the storm that was about to happen.

“I think we should break up.” Dean said, simply, and there was silence, not even the birds or bugs made a noise. (Y/n) stares at him, confused. “Excuse me?” She asked. “It’s just not…working. It’s not you, it’s me. I just think that’s what’s best.” Dean admitted. “Are…are you being serious?” (Y/n) asked.

“We’re not right together. You’re Lil’ Miss Perfect and I’m Mr. Screw-Up. I just want to stop pretending we’re something we’re not. You don’t belong with me. It’s over.” Dean explained and (y/n) looks at him, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening right now.

“You…you can't just say that. You-you can’t just say it’s over. It’s not over. You can’t decide that, I’m in this too.” (Y/n) stammered. Dean closes his eyes tightly, inhaling and preparing himself. 

When he opens his eyes, Dean masks all his true emotions behind an expressionless face as he turns to face her. “I don’t want to be with you. My feelings have changed.” He said in a rough voice, barely able to get it out.

(Y/n) stares at him, completely bewildered. She knew in her heart he was lying, or maybe she wanted to believe he was lying. It took a long moment for (y/n) to articulate her emotions and figure out what to say to such a harsh statement.

“After all we been through. Everything that you've done. Everything that I've done. It’s just been all for nothing?” She asked and Dean stares at her for a moment. “Yeah…it has.” He said in a low voice, still showing no emotion.

(Y/n) looks at him heartbroken but then she gets angry and slaps Dean across the face. “You’ve told a lot of crappy lies before but this one takes the cake.” She growled. Dean turns his head back to look at her, keeping up that expressionless face and acting unfazed even though his heart was breaking.

“You know, when we ran into each other in Jericho and I saw you after…what a few years? I saw this guy who I’ve know all my life. The guy I had a stupid little girl crush on. But those feelings never went away, they only got stronger because you were…well you were Dean. Funny, charming, handsome. You flirted around, but could take no for answer. You could be incredibly sweet in your own way. And you were strong, you’d protect me, but you also got me. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with.” (Y/n) explained.

Dean nodded and looks down as she continues, unable to hold eye-contact with her. “I don’t think I’ve ever really loved anyone until you.” (Y/n) admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. The corner of Dean’s lips twitches as he restrains himself from speaking up and taking everything back. 

“You hear what I’m saying?” (Y/n) asked, getting closer but Dean doesn’t answer. (Y/n) shoves him in frustration, forcing him to look at her. “I love you, you idiot!” She shouted, tearfully.

Dean finds his footing and looks at her, his motionless face beginning to crack, showing a glimpse of regret in his eyes. “And I know you still love me. You told me so yourself that you knew your feelings for me were real! So don’t you DARE stand there and tell me it’s all been for nothing!” (Y/n) said in anguish.

Dean stares at her, taking everything she just confessed in. (Y/n) stands there, trying to fight back the tears as she waits for a response. “I’m sorry…but it does.” Dean said in a harsh whispered. (Y/n) felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest like never before.

Dean was telling himself this is what’s best. He doesn't want her to get hurt and even with her being Ariel’s vessel, he doesn't want to take that chance. She needs to go so in that way he’ll knows she'll be safe. 

Seeing (y/n) about to break down in tears, Dean turns himself away, desperate to ignore it. If he sees her fall apart, he knows he will too. “Now get inside the house.” He said, harshly. (Y/n) breaths shakily, wiping her eyes and trying to maintain her composure. “You can’t get rid of me that easy, Winchester.” She said, tears in her voice.

“I don't want you near or around me.” Dean said, keeping his back towards her so she couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “Too bad, I’m staying.” (Y/n) said, glaring at him as the tears ran down her cheeks.

Dean looks over his shoulder at her and saw tears running down her face and he turns his head away. His heart shattered when seeing her like this and he closes his eyes, tightly, as he fights back the oncoming tears. Dean let's out a sigh then he gets into the driver’s seat of the Impala and shuts the door. 

(Y/n) wipes away her tears then goes over to the passenger seat and goes to grab the door handle but Dean had already locked the door. "Dean, open the door." (Y/n) said in a low voice. Dean ignores her as he starts the car. "Dean, open the damn door!" (Y/n) said, louder and angrier, as she pulls on the door handle again.

Again, Dean doesn't listen and he shifts in gear. "DEAN WINCHESTER, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" (y/n) yells but then Dean takes off, leaving (y/n) behind.

She stands there, shocked, as she stares after the Impala as it takes off, dust from the dirt billowing behind it. Dean looks up at the rearview mirror to see her standing there for a moment then she places her hands over her face and falls to her knees.

Seeing this made fresh tears fall on Dean's face as he keeps going on down the road. After putting a few miles between him and (y/n), he comes up to a rest stop, which had no vehicles around, and pulls in and parks. Anger and sadness overcame him as he gets out of the Impala and walks over to the door to the men's bathroom.

He stops and stares at the door and the wooden sign that said Men. Suddenly, he punches it then continues to punch it, letting out his anger, frustration and his pain onto the sign and the door. The sign was completely destroyed and Dean grabs the remains of the sign and throws it on the ground.

"SONUVABITCH!" He cries out, in anguish, and he stops and he leans against the wall of the bathroom building and slides down it and sits down. He places his hands over his face as he catches his breath, tears running down his face.

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

spoilers for Transmutation of the Soul

reader beware theres spoilers in there!

Ryker feels a note of hopelessness as he stares at the empty spot that the Bloodwrath brothers normally rented. He tries to breathe. And he succeeds. Kind of. He manages to ruthlessly shove down all the pain in his heart for the moment. He walks away, hands tightening into fists. It would be easier to feel anger. It would be easier if he could blame someone other than himself. But ultimately it is his fault. He had pressed for adoption and it is his pressing that got Viggo to agree and then they had…

He tries to distract himself by heading to the food vendors. His feet take him to the honey oatcake stall where the lady looks up at him and tilts her head slightly.

“Are they with you? I heard they were on your island from your hunters a little while ago.”

The seller asks and there is no need to clarify the who of her question. 

“We… we had hoped to find them here.”

He admits low and careful not to crack. Not to yell. Yelling would not help here. 

“They haven't been here in two months.”

She says softly and he finds himself leaning against the counter of the stall. The seller rounds the counter, gently touches his arm, and delicately pulls him into the closed off part of her stall that is hidden from the rest of the Market. Ryker finds his hands shaking as he is guided to a stool. His mind is swirling and rage at himself battles with a wave of despair. They had searched all over the seas for the two brothers. They had found Dagur’s Grimborn leather band in one of their nets. He has to hope they are not dead. That they had not driven them so far away that no one could help them. If they stopped coming to the market, there is no guarantee that they will be able to get the supplies they need. Like medication for Hiccup, or food supplies. 

A hot mug is pressed into his hands cutting into his thoughts. The seller raises an eyebrow as he blankly stares.

“Hot honey water. Drink it. And… From what I know of men, it is easier to cry in private away from prying eyes than it is to mourn in public. I will be back in a little bit when youve had time.”

And then she is gone through the flap.

Just like that, tears sting his eyes. He had not shed a single tear since the hunt for the two boys had started. He had yelled. He had screamed. He had fought with his brother over and over and bruised his hands punching dummies and railings of ships. The warm cup is nice against his aching hands. He bends his head and lets a few tears out. He sips the drink slowly and rebuilds his walls as best he can, blinking away further tears. The heat of the drinks settles him and grounds him to the here and now. 

The lady comes back in a little bit and settles on another stool and picks up a box.

“Are you steady?”

She asks kindly. He nods slowly. 

“Good. Now I know you because you’re Ryker Grimborn, but I don't assume you know me. I am Clelia Claudius Malleola. And I like those boys. And I assume that you like them too. And I love information.”

She taps the top of the box. Ryker swallows. He is not as good at talking as Viggo. Viggo who had been driving himself nuts since the boys had fled.

“I see.”

He does not.

“First though… I want to know what happened. I know from the hunters who passed that they were stranded at sea sick and were brought back to your island. And were there for a while.”

Ryker swallows again.

“We offered to adopt them. And they ran off.”

“Ah… Well. That's less than ideal. That could make them avoid the Markets. But… my other theories could still stand.”

Ryker scrunches his nose.

“Thanks for reminding me.”

She shakes her head. 

“Those boys are damaged and hurting. You offering to adopt them is sweet. But they are likely to never respond normally to that sort of thing. Especially with a father like that Oswald fellow, or with tribes like the Hooligans and Berserkers. Where Hiccup should have died and Dagur was always under threat.”

Ryker tenses, familiar licking his bones. He can work with anger. It is despair and sadness he cannot handle.

“Tell me.”

He leans forwards. Clelia tucks a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear and then opens the box. It is full of papers, books, and a few knick-knacks. 

“When the boys first failed to show up, I started digging about the two tribes that were mentioned. I thought they might have been dragged back down to the Barbaric Archipelago. I cornered Johan, the chatty rat, and got Rune to help me do a shake-down. Rune’s none to pleased that Johan’s loose lips got Oswald to come up here after them.”

She huffs and clicks her tongue. Then keeps going.

“So I got everyone in the market whose a regular to pitch in info on top of what Johan was scared into giving. Tove was particularly heartbroken when the boys did not show up, so he added the most. We then stopped when we heard they were with you, but now we’ll get to digging again if there is any chance that their status as ex-heirs might have gotten them taken to the south. Here.” She hands over the box. “For you and your brother. You have more ships and manpower than we do. And we all know you love those boys as much as we adore them. Find them. Bring them home.”

She demands and he finds himself nodding as he takes the box and holds it close. 

“We will. If we have to burn down Yggdrasil to do it.”

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[beaker1636]

The Scavenger Hunt Pt. 2 - Confessions

AN: was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but I’m really into this story and may or may not have written almost all of it, because I think it’s absolutely adorable so you all can have a double update of it today!

“So which park are we going to, you can’t just tell me that we are going to ‘the park’,” your sister teases you, she knows which park you mean because she remembers you coming back from that walk the two of you took with a smile, telling her that he somehow liked you too, that you were going on a date together the next week.

“Backbone, we intended to go for a walk but we spent a couple hours sitting on the beach instead, watching the sun set that night. We got some weird looks, being the only people in all black on the beach, but we had a lot of fun. Wound up renting one of those paddle boat things and messing around in the lake. At some point I lost one of my sandals in the water, remember the look on your face when I came home barefoot?” you ask, looking at her in the driver's seat with a smile.

“Oh yeah, I asked you if you lost your sandals when you beat him with them. You thought I was nuts,” she laughs at the memory, continuing the drive.

“You are nuts, but yeah I did. You questioned me so hard that night, asking me if I was sure he was worth my time and everything,” you say, thinking about that night.

“To be fair, the guys before Rick we're all duds, you never were much good at picking a decent man. I didn’t want you getting hurt by an idiot again,” she admits. “Luckily he hasn’t.”

“Okay, you said that you have to guess the beach part? We are almost to that part of the park, you ready to figure out your next puzzle?” She asks you, pulling into the parking lot before she stops.

“Of course, but I have no clue where it would be…. Wait, is that Chris?” You ask her, noticing the tall man at the other end of the beach sitting there.

“Looks like it, maybe he has your next puzzle?” She asks you, both of you starting to walk across the sand towards him. Luckily with it being early spring and not the warmest there isn’t anyone else here, only the two of you.

“Hey, about time the two of you showed up. You look beautiful as always, are you ready for your next puzzle y/n?” He asks you, pulling you into a tight hug as you approach him.

“Yes, and thank you by the way, for helping with whatever the hell this is,” you say with a smile, appreciating him taking his time out of his day to do this for you.

“Of course, I am always happy to help with things, but that is all you are getting out of me. Anyways, there are 12 hidden orange shells on this beach that you have to find and bring back to me, once you do I will have your next letter and rose. You better start searching!” He says, his eyes meeting yours while he smiles.

“I know you probably can’t help, but do you want to walk with us? That way you aren’t just sitting here watching me and bored?” You ask him, a slight giggle emerging as you think of him just sitting there by himself, watching you.

“Of course, after you,” he says, starting to follow you as you begin to walk around the beach, finding a couple shells easily as you start but quickly realizing that some are going to be harder to find.

You notice a bucket laying upside down on the beach and walk over to pick it up, smiling when you find one underneath it and hand it to Chris, who has agreed to carry them all for you.

“That’s 3, only 9 more to go,” he says.

“Just because I am curious, did he hide them or did you when you came here to do this for me?” You ask Chris, continuing to walk through the sand as you keep looking. Finding another one by a tree trunk that you hand to him.

“He did, I just showed up with what he told me to bring and waited for you. All of this was set up by him, each puzzle is one he came up with for you and got together, we are just helping him with them. He did send me a list of where they all are so if you take hours to find them I can help you but so far it doesn’t seem like you are going to need my help.” He teases you, nudging your side as you pick up your fifth shell, this one was was next to a pair of sandals, the same color as the ones that you lost when you two came here the first time.

When you laugh they both look at you like you are crazy, wanting the story of why you are laughing at where the shell was.

“Okay, so what is this laugh about,” your sister asks, an amused smile on her face as she watches the joy that spreads across yours.

“Remember how I lost a sandal that day, it was a pink one. I’ve given him shit ever since that he owes me a new pair of pink flip flops, I guess he replaced them for me today,” you say with a smile. “I lost it down in the water, we had to take a couple steps to get into the paddle boat and I sank into the mud, we couldn’t find it after that.”

“I remember that, you came home with mud all over your legs that night, I didn’t know that was why. That is funny,” your sister says, taking a sip of her coffee.

You find number six quickly, having made your way to the paddle boats after reliving that memory and finding one sitting on the seat of the number that the two of you had rented that day. Number 7 was right on the edge of the beach, where you had fallen in the mud that time.

“Nice try Rick, not gonna fall in it this time,” you mumble, making Chris and Kayla laugh behind you at your words. Both of them mostly letting you do your thing while they chat behind you.

You see number 8 and let out a groan. “Ugh that little fucker, Chris, can you reach that one up in the tree? We both know that I can’t,” you ask, giving Chris a sweet smile and hoping that he will just help you with it.

“I guess, not sure if that breaks the rules or not but I can,” he says, laughing and reaching it for you, quickly adding it to the bag that he has with him to put them all in. You give him a playful shove before starting back on your mission again.

Number 9 is underneath a towel that you find down the beach a little more.

“3 left, you are getting so close y/n!” Your sister exclaims, her hand giving one of yours a squeeze, encouraging you.

Number 10 is on a log that is halfway in the water, number 11 underneath it where the log sticks up. You let out a sigh, hoping that you find number 12 soon. As much as you are enjoying this you just want to move on to the next thing, want to get this show on the road. You have never been much of a patient person so having to do a task like this, that takes a lot of time and patience is starting to annoy you.

About 15 minutes later you finally notice a sandcastle in the middle of the beach, letting out a groan as you make your way over to it and notice that the last shell is sitting on the top of it, almost like it was mocking you.

“Thank fucking god, here Chris, your final shell. Can I have my letter now?” You ask, making both of them laugh at how quick you were to ask for it, ready to read what to do next and what Ricky has to say.

Baby,

You have finished the second puzzle, you are getting closer. I know this one tested your patience a bit, but I wanted it to. That day seemed to test your patience, nothing was going how we wanted it to. Both of us leaving covered in mud, you missing a shoe, me not having the guts to ask you on that date until we made it back to your house when I was dropping you off. That day really tested both of our patience.

But when we did ride that stupid swan paddle boat I remember how much you smiled, how beautiful you looked with the smile on your face as we watched the sunset from the beach that night. How well we seemed to get along despite the challenges of the day, that despite the fact most people would have been upset about the mud, about losing a sandal, you took it in stride and still enjoyed the day, that smile never leaving your face. In fact you laughed when you fell into the mud before me trying to find your sandal, the laugh that is still my favorite sound in the world.

That night showed me who you are, how positive you are, and gave me the courage to admit I liked you finally, and breathed a breath of fresh air when you said you felt the same way.

To figure out where you are to go next the shells spell it out, arrange them into words and you will know where you are to go next. When you are done let Chris keep them, he will make sure they get back to us but you have enough to carry and worry about today.

I love you, and can’t wait for you to see what else is in store.

Rick

You look at Chris, who is handing you the bag of shells after you have read the letter out loud before you take a seat on the beach. Lay them all out in front of you as you start to move shells around, figure out different words they could possibly spell before it hits you and you move them.

“Our First Date,” you say softly, looking up at your sister and Chris who are watching you as you solve this.

“Well, tell me where we need to go,” your sister says, helping you off the beach while you brush your sand off your dress.

You turn, pulling Chris into another hug and thanking him again for his part in this while he hands you your third rose.

The tag on this one reads “I love that you love me, accept me despite all my flaws and baggage.”

#fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #the scavenger hunt #ricky olson fluff #ricky olson imagine #Ricky Olson fic #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson fanfic

[mooifyourecows]

Moo, what do you use for writing? Word? Google docs? A secret third thing? My best friend finally convinced me of writing a fanfic for the first time in 12 years and I've been using Google docs but dont love it. Thank you :)

I use Word 👍 It's what I've been using since i was literally a kid (back when it was FREE) and it's the most comfy and familiar for me. Even when they have updates that do weird shit (like all the incorrect AI edits/suggestions they force on you? turn that shit off, it's not worth the headache) it never really loses the things I like most about it.

I don't particularly like Google docs. I use it when I have to share things with people, but it drives me nuts. can't write in it. it starts chugging so damn slow when your doc gets too long. Word also starts to slow down, but at a much higher word count than Google docs. I wrote MOST of Open Tab in one document of Word before I finally had to start splitting it up lmao.

also, maybe i'm just stupid, but i had to look up how to change the default format settings for google docs and when i followed those instructions, it STILL didn't work so like.... hello??? i don't want to manually change all my font/paragraph/spacing settings EVERY time i start a new doc. Or even just when I PASTE new words into a previously started doc. it goes back to the old formatting!!!!!!! Like what the fuck man? I've tried so many ways to get it to format the same. I've used the keyboard shortcuts, I've used my mouse (although they got rid of that option now so like... uh okay...) and nothing works. so the internet lied to me. Unless my docs are just broken and i'm the only one saddled with this misfortune. or maybe everyone else just likes typing in their suggested default settings. maybe i'm the unreasonable one.

at least Word is easy to format and then accepts my defaults without question or hassle.

And i like the Welcome Back feature. Super helpful when i edit long documents over the course of several days and don't want to have to manually hunt my last place down.

anyway, that's what i do. I've heard of other good options like Scrivener but i prefer to keep it simple, and Word is simple. Simple without being empty/devoid of options

I wish you luck on your writing adventures! I love writing and it makes me happy when other people fall in love with it too. Have fun! and may you be blessed with zero writer's block for years to come 🌈

[shortpplfedup]

Every week I'm salty about the pacing and editing of this thing, so I'm letting that go now or I'm going to drive myself nuts. Time to kick back and let the vibe and the drama wash over me, as Jojo clearly intends. 'Life' is this week's theme, as Neung and Palm enjoy the bubble of 'casually' dating, keeping their feelings firmly tucked in to themselves while everybody around them wonders who they're kidding. Elsewhere, the plot keeps churning as Mam's debts put a target on all their backs, Chanon gets sold down the river, and Ben and Chopper trap Aun into fessing up about the outing.

In a key moment this week, we finally find out the source of Chopper and Ben's strained relationship as a confession gone wrong back in Grade 10. Ben knowing about Chopper's feelings for him puts a lot of new context into their previous interactions, and I kind of want to go back now and watch them with that knowledge. Also, Chopper having distanced himself recontextualises his conversations with Neung about Ben, and I want to go back and rewatch those as well. All that said, Ben boomeranging his affections to Chopper felt a bit abrupt and sudden, and I think I needed more runway on that to buy it, unless there's more context to come.

Chopper remains the best boy, trying to do the right thing for himself and everybody else, and it keeps my hope alive that he will be the one to bring Kit down in the end. Because Kit hasn't just set up Chanon, he is also setting up Phum's dad as the shot-caller. All the adults' shit is setting up to reverberate into the kids' storylines, because they can't retaliate against the adults so they'll take it out on each other.

I left you but it didn't mean that I don't love you. I was just selfish. You didn't do anything wrong.

Don't you feel frustrated that you need to hide your feelings? The feelings that you have for Neungdiao. The way you look at him and treat him says it all.

This ep the women in Palm's life told him some home truths that he really needed to hear, especially Mam. Palm has denied loving Neung, has refused to give a name to his feelings, because what is love anyway? For his father, love is duty, giving everything. For his mother, love is freedom, a thing that happens at distance and asks nothing. Palm can't identify with either of those, but Maggie tells him simply: it's how you look at him and treat him. And Mam releases him from his feelings of unworthiness: you didn't do anything wrong. They tell him in short: you deserve love, and you can love. And then Neung walks into the line of fire for him, obliterating any idea of him being merely Palm's duty, showing his own love. And you can see Palm internalise those messages, recalibrating his ideas of love in real time. So when Neung asks flat out for the words, Palm is ready to say them, and also to ask for them in return.

And this kiss, this feels different from the others. Palm has kissed Neung to comfort him, and he's kissed Neung out of desire, but this is a kiss from the heart. Now he wants to claim Neung as his, no more hiding from each other.

No more hiding from the world either, as Neung saving Mam from the loan sharks means revealing where they are to the sharks hunting them. Next ep, the honeymoon is cut short and the boys go back on the run as we move into the final act of the story. All the threads have the feeling of being gathered into a whip that's gonna start hitting us HARD.

Stray Bullets

Every time I expect the plot to twist it reveals itself as deliberately linear. I expect that comes from the lakorn roots, the traditions that Jojo is using to tell his story. This isn't a mystery, and as time goes on it feels more like a tragedy in its rhythms, where it feels inevitable how the story is going to go but you hope against hope until the last moment. I think I really like that.

When the loan shark pulled the gun on Neung I laughed out loud like 'oh boy, this is not gonna go how you think sir'. At this point, Neung has watched both his parents get shot in front of his eyes, he has not an ounce of fear for his own life anymore. I liked the way Neung almost laughed in his face, and for the first time it's clear to me that this kid could TOTALLY become a mob boss.

Perth in the pool is the pretty of the day.

#never let me go #never let me go the series #junior mafia #bl meta series

[mcbitchtits]

I can’t remember if I already sent an ask about this sometime in the last month but thinking about the fact that I’m almost certainly going to have to wait until it hits digital release to actually get to see Dial of Destiny a second time further reminded not only of how badly Disney has handled the physical release of the soundtrack (I saw a copy of the CD listed for five hundred fucking dollars) but also I still want to know how a 2 hour and 34 minute movie has a 1 hour and 9 minute soundtrack. I definitely heard cues from ToD in the movie that aren’t on it but not enough to make up for the extra hour of missing music

I think somewhere in all the comments back and forth you had mentioned they did rewrites at one point? Which could be anything, but, idk. I'm not sure if it's an editing choice or a music choice or what to make soundtrack albums that are re-edited rather than just matching the film cues 1:1, but it drives me nuts. On the other hand, the score really felt underdeveloped/poorly edited to me (and this is maybe a product of a few screenings with bad sound balance), so I'm guessing they pared it down to the better parts. Which is uhhhhhhhh not a compliment. (I am still thinking about how badly the first Raiders March cue we hear is just out of left field with no build whatsoever. WHAT'S A CRESCENDO. WE JUST DON'T KNOW.)

I don't think they had even released the physical album yet? I preordered it ages ago because I sold my soul to Lucasfilm and that is the way it goes. I do not even have a record player. I want to say it was shipping in September, maybe not. Disney Music does not seem to give much of a damn about putting out actual albums, just collector vinyls. Most of that company is so steeped in not having original ideas it's frankly astounding anything happens at all. $500 is insane. (But also, here I am, yelling at Disney Music for never releasing non-streaming non-collector albums of The Mandalorian, so what do I know. I'm just a chump with average spending money.)

Then again, it took, what, 24 years for the Temple of Doom score to get a release outside of Japan at all initially????? So maybe this is an improvement. (Although I am not personally willing to give them that credit; I think Lucasfilm has really been dropping the ball on everything since Disney bought them.) For years all I had was the Prague Symphony Orchestra album that's like a "best of", and I hadn't ever hunted down the Raiders or Last Crusade albums, so I'm not sure if those were as rare or not.

Wait, horrible thought, do you think they temp-tracked DoD with previous scores? I don't think I heard any KotCS really but that's a fairly obvious exception given... all of it.

BUT THE REST... :/

(Does John Williams temp-track? I feel like no. But he's so close to continual retirement, I mean...?)

#indiana jones #dial of destiny #music

[khalixvitae]

STOP AGDHHS i forgot i had that fic idea stuffed up the ass of my archives but i thought you might have some more ideas to embellish it, since you have an art history degree (which is pretty fucking neat!), especially about the details of the art they'd produce and just how it influences multiple cultures; kind of a way to show just how adamant they are on having the memory of their lost love live on. my senior year means i won't get to work on it at all but if i do id definitely funnel my attention towards getting the rook cunt hunting scene down good because by god. that man drives me nuts. does he hunt an animal down? does he hunt yuu down? does yuu hunt rook down?? who fucking knows man. all of the above and more.

I am currently chewing the carpet HELLO!!!!

Also before we dive into this: good luck w senior year ::D !!! The last year of any type of schooling is rough, HS or Uni, but I applaud you and know you will do well !!!

So, as for artworks: if RookVil are commissioning, collecting, and creating works from all over the world, I have some suggestions.

1: A MOSAIC FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST AVHHHGHG THEY ARE SO TIME CONSUMING AND ORNATE AND OFTEN MASSIVE, THEY ARE SUCH A COMMITMENT!!! I cannot stress this enough- it is individual pieces of colorful glass arranged PAINSTAKINGLY to create their subject. Historically mosaics have been used for lots of different reasons, but often to showcase wealth and (frequently) religious or sacred subject matter. Mosaics are a SUPER old art form, like dating back to Mesopotamia. But they’ve been found/utilized all over the world, especially in the Mediterranean and Northern Africa. The Romans rlly liked mosaics, and the Byzantines were well known for their super ornate and massive mosaic works.

2: woodblock prints. They’re incredibly beautiful, but also showcase understanding of color and line weight. You have to carve/copper each stamp so the images line up on top of one another to create the correct overall look. Block printing can also be done on textiles like silk, which leaves me with the mental image of silk brocades with multiple block prints/a pattern of either their lost love or one large print of the three of them. Block printing has origins/prominent ties in South and East Asia

3: I fucking love textiles so TAPESTRIES. I genuinely. Need I say more? You get the idea qslsjsodjdu <33 they’re a relatively global art

4: still an art object but more of me being weird, reliquaries. Basically they’re ornate containers meant to hold the relics of (typically) religious figures. Many religions practice the keeping of/pilgrimage to holy relics contained in reliquaries. They were mega popular with Christians for a hot minute, originally in Eastern Christian denominations (Eastern Orthodox and the like) before moving into western Christian churches. France had a lot of them if I’m not mistaken??? Ik that even some of their non religious dignitaries/royalty requested to have reliquaries made from some of their remains. Anyway reliquaries can contain anything affiliated with the person they’re devoted to- hair, teeth, bones, personal belongings, etc. they’re meant to be sacred and often time supremely beautiful. I think it would be especially painful if RookVil had created some kind of reliquary for their lover out of whatever personal items they’d left behind when they vanished.

Those are just some ideas !!!! Now. As for Rook and the hunting.

Thinking about Yuu watching him prepare for a hunt from the upper floors of the castle. The window of their makeshift studio overlooks the wooded area Rook so frequently disappears into. He’s in more casual clothing than they’re used to, so that’s already kind of eye catching. They watch as he sits by the tree line and waxes his bow string, carefully examining all of his equipment with practiced ease and a steady hand. They don’t even realize theyre staring until he looks up, meets their gaze, and waves. Of course Yuu looks away- that’s so embarrassing! Staring at their mysterious new benefactor and getting caught? Watching him from his own home? And of course it had to be Rook, who would be so kind and chatty about the ordeal without fail. When they finally risk a peek, he’s no longer by the tree line. Instead he’s standing on the lawn beneath the window, waving again. It then becomes clear he’s asking them to come down and join him. Can they really say no? Do they want to say no?(Absolutely not).

Cue Rook and his typically chatty disposition, guiding them across the crunching leaves that cover the lawn and towards the edge of the woods (it is autumn in my mind idk why but that makes me even crazier about this scenario). He doesn’t seem to have taken offense to them staring, instead asking if they’re curious about what he’s doing. He seems to think their interest was in his hobby rather than him, which is a relief. The conversation is easy- he seems genuinely excited to talk to someone about his passion. It’s easy to see that this is a longtime practice of his- he has the build for it for sure, which they’re certain of now that they’re up close. They are not sure how it happens, but before they know it he’s offering to teach them how to shoot. Something in them replies affirmatively before their brain can really catch up. And so there they are, caged in between his arms, his hands guiding theirs over the bow. He speaks softly and he smells like the outdoors, and between gentle instructions he makes a joke about how Vil will have his head if he gets their precious artist covered in “forest muck” before dinner. Yuu can practically hear Vil’s voice chiding Rook with that very phrase, and it does make them laugh a little. The huntsman seems pleased that they relax at that- he doesn’t want to scare them off, after all. Even if he could always bring them back (in theory, maybe not in practice) the prospect is vaguely terrifying to him. And so they fire the arrow under Rook’s careful guidance, which he seems absolutely thrilled to pieces about. He’s quick to guide them into the forest then, as if completely forgetting Vil’s imminent displeasure at their little adventure. In that ever jovial tone of his, he says something that almost sounds reverent- that he can’t wait to make them into the hunter they were always born to be.

SORRY I WENT BONKERS BALLS TO THE WALL ALSOSHDUDJ THESE ARE. MY FAVORITE TOPICS ANON. ANYWHO. AFFHHHGGGVHHHH!!!!

#twst #asks !! #RookVil poly brainworms #vil posting ！(◎_◎;) #x reader #rookism <3

[adobe-outdesign]

Could you talk about the Bisharp line? Is one of my favorites, a Pawn that evolves into a Bishop with Samurai-esque features. It's edgy but its the good kind of edgy.

The overall concept for this line is pretty interesting. The blade theme is obvious, but they're also kaijin, IE humanoid monsters. In other words, Pawniard are the mooks that the Power Rangers cut down effortlessly while Bisharp is the cool evil general. The line certainly does a good job at looking like a tokusatsu villain (and I mean that in the best way possible, because I do love me some tokusatsu villians), and I'm always a big fan of abstract monsters to begin with.

(Shoutout to the translators: this wouldn't have made sense to a Western audience, so they chose to name them after pawns and bishops, which reflects their kaijin nature in a way audiences would understand (pawns gather together, bishops lead, etc.). Also, why haven't we gotten a chess-themed Pokemon yet?)

There's also some neat lore in here about how they hunt in packs and fight over sharpening stones. Humanoid Pokemon occasionally suffer from lack of lore about how they behave in the wild, so this is refreshing.

However, while I like this line overall, I do feel like Pawniard suffers from lack of a unique identity. There are a few elements specific to it that look better than on Bisharp, which I'll get into in a moment, but otherwise it's just a smaller Bisharp. Sometimes this can be excusable if it has different lore or behaves differently from its evolution, but it doesn't really have that. There's maybe a bit of progression with the kaijin thing, but it's subtle.

With that said, I do really like the face on Pawniard, moreso than Bisharp. Those yellow eyes pop really nicely, and the sunken-in look makes it look especially ruthless, which is also emphasized by the lack of a mouth. The colors are also simpler, which is good. So it's not bad as-is; it just isn't bringing much new to the table.

While the face is a downgrade, I'd otherwise say I like Bisharp more than Pawniard; the elements feel more purposeful here, even if it's a bit overworked in some areas. Like I said, I love the kaijin look and it works perfectly here, with a slick samurai helmet and plenty of blades. Those almost ungulate-like blade hooves are also perfect.

However, Bisharp does feel like it needed a round or two more of refinement before being finalized (some of this applies to Pawniard as well).

In particular, I don't like those two blades on the stomach, for a few reasons. First, the design flows downward, so suddenly having the vertical stripes cut off by horizontal elements feels off. Secondly, they don't add much to the design. And thirdly, how is it supposed to function with those things? If it puts its arms down or tries to lie down on its side its arms will be cut. The torso could also afford to be a bit shorter.

Secondly, I preferred Pawniard's color use, with the yellow used to make the eye pop and the rest of the blade elements being white. The yellow doesn't add much here and only serves to clutter the design.

And thirdly, the arm blades are odd; it looks like it's wearing oven mitts with blades on the backs. Something more similar to the feet would've worked better, and would've visually established a pattern with the limbs.

Finally, this is very minor, but it drives me nuts how the helmet blade just barely extends down onto the face. Either exaggerate it more or have it line up, I don't care, but it's just creating tension as-is, especially with the mouth. Also, I could've done without the random black around the chin/jaw.

I did a very sloppy edit in like 5 minutes, just removing the first blade and adjusting the colors (and torso length). The design feels a lot more coherent to me this way without really changing it all that much (the hands could also use changed but once again, quick edit).

But as a whole, I do really enjoy this line; it looks cool, the blade theme works, and I'm just a sucker for these kind of kaijin designs. I just feel like Pawniard's too similar to its evo, while Bisharp could've been refined a bit more. It's edgy, sure, but in a good (and punny) way.

#pawniard #bisharp #pokemon #pokemon reviews #outdesign attempts to edit

[singswan-springswan]

more faerie au rambling

words: 859

characters: Kanan and Depa

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“Ama!” Kanan yelped and scrabbled at his back, but she was holding on too tight for him to do much like jerk away. “Ama, what the kriff! That burns!”

She didn’t loosen her grip, but she did stop pulling long enough to meet the glare he threw over his shoulder. Her mouth was pulled into a stern frown. “Of course it burns. It’s iron.”

Kanan forced himself to grip the footrail of the bed instead of his throbbing skin. He felt ridiculous—like one of those wealthy human girls preparing for a social rendezvous. “You’re making it worse, yanking that hard.” He hissed. If he held the foot rail tight enough, maybe his hands would stop shaking. It hurt.

“I’m being as gentle as I can.” She insisted, and it was the truth because she only ever spoke the truth. “You’re in pain because this is unnatural, and you shouldn’t be doing it for the sake of some lighthearted mischief.”

“If you think that way, why are you helping me?”

She returned to tightening the cinches, brisk and precise in her movements. Kanan swallowed another yelp. His eyes threatened to water.

“I’m showing you the correct way to go about this foolishness. Anyone else you ask will land you with permanent nerve damage, or worse.”

The exaggeration made Kanan grumble. “I think you’re taking it a little to the extreme, Ama.”

“No.” She snapped, punctuating the sharp word with another yank that had Kanan seeing stars. “This is not a subject of mirth, Caleb. Iron may not be able to damage your wings, but the rest of your body can still suffer from prolonged exposure, if not handled reverently. It would be humiliating enough to wear iron scars, but ones caused by your own misconduct rather than human malintent—”

“I get it, Ama.” Kanan huffed. “Could you just finish up?”

She hummed a single note of displeasure, then fell silent. Kanan was really on her bad side now. The frustration did make sense. From her perspective, Kanan was risking his health and safety for no good reason. As his mom that had to drive her nuts.

But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew how to handle himself in the human world. Binding his wings was just an added precaution, what with the weird kriffing detector thingies the Empire had released on black markets. Even with his glamour more pristine than it’d ever been, they still managed to sniff him out because his wings weren’t hidden beneath a layer of iron. This was stupidly painful and uncomfortable, but it was the only way to ensure his safety while he traveled among humans. They were hunting fae too viciously these days to not take the threat seriously. Of course, Ama would rather he just stay home: not go traveling and run the risk at all. But she was pushing her mid millennium. She was too old to understand his reasons. Humans were enchanting.

“There.” She said firmly, tersely, dropping her hands away. 

The rigid binder thumped against the back of Kanan’s legs, and the motion had his muscles spasming in pain. His wings were screaming. They were burning. They were bunched and tied up tight like banners, and the awful awful arrangement would have been bad enough if it wasn’t iron keeping them in place. Kanan wanted to cry. He was already half shaking. Having that much iron rest on his person made him feel mildly sick.

But as much as he wanted to claw the sickening contraptions off his back, he had asked for them in the first place, and he was proud like any faerie. He wasn’t going to back down now.

“How do I look?” He turned to face his mom with a wide grin, arms out. With every small movement, the binder shifted and made the pain worse. Not to mention its length. Kanan had big wings. Nowhere near as large as Anakin’s, but he still needed a pretty sizable binder to keep them both in place. It was heavy.

“Ridiculous.” Ama said flatly. 

Kanan waved a glamour over his shoulder and made the binder disappear. He was in his most human-adjacent disguise now. Anyone might easily overlook his true nature if not for the glowing eyes and wiry horns. The pain was still there. It was just less targeted now.

“Still ridiculous.”

“Oh come on, Ama—”

“I will not approve of this reckless and idiotic behavior. I only hope the pain of your disguise is enough to deter you before you get yourself killed.”

“Hey, give me some credit. I’ve been infiltrating humans for decades now. I know all their tricks; they’re not going to be the death of me.”

Her disappointed frown didn’t put nearly as much faith in his declaration as he could hope for. Which was fair enough. He wasn’t in a place to ask much more of her after what she’d just done.

She folded her hands into the billowy sleeves of her robe. There was an uneasiness to the gesture, as if her fingers—aching from the effort it took to manipulate iron—trembled for more than pain. “We shall see.” She said.

#kanera faerie au #kanan jarrus #fae kanan jarrus #faerie kanan jarrus #star wars faerie au #sw faerie au #faerie au #depa billaba #faerie depa billaba #fae depa billaba #depa billaba as kanan's mom #fae wings #my writing

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Totally with ya on small town living, we moved to where we are twenty years ago. Kids born there etc etc but we are still the new folk *rolls eyes* it seems to be some kind of cultural phenomenon which is really common but it doesn't make it any easier to bear. It hurts when people we consider friends act like we are outsiders and they do it on reflex without even thinking. The worst thing is they do it without malice cos for them it's natural as breathing. Also if you are different or do something out of the norm then heaven help ya. My daughter wanted to be a car mechanic when all the other girls were talking about becoming teachers or other female orientation jobs and omg it was as if she wanted to sacrifice babies to Satan. My husband prefers reading to fishing and hunting and this raises a few eyebrows even now. We do take part in traditional town stuff etc but we will never be one of them

Oh, this is so familiar. When you are considered apart you stay that way. You are so right about the way the lack of malice makes it worse. It’s so much easier to have an enemy than to know they have no clue they are even being hurtful.

And the rigidness of a small community’s ideas can be crushing, and they have no clue there either! You would think with the world so interconnected people would have their perceptions widened. Your daughter’s interest isn’t the slightest bit odd (besides, wouldn’t it make sense for a woman to know how to fix the car she drives) yet they don’t even question their beliefs about gender roles. The way people around here STILL act astounded by the things I do, including just living alone (?!?), because I’m a woman drives me nuts. Especially when it’s someone going “We women don’t know about these things” Good grief, the fact in 2023 so many people think they can’t do things just because they are women blows my mind!

I can imagine the raised eyebrows. Look at mine. One parent a chemistry major, the other it was physics and engineering. Owners of literally thousands of books. Some of us agnostic, all of us liberal, folks involved in causes (my father was giving talks on climate change decades ago), whose idea of a little side hobby would he building a submarine, who spent a lot of time in the woods NOT killing animals or cutting down trees…Yeah, the eyebrows got raised so high they escaped the scalp entirely! LOL

When people suggest that finding friendship just means finding some like minded people in your community, they REALLY have no idea how hard that is in a small town. “Join a club! Take a class!” Yeahhhhh…

I guess those of us stuck in a small town we just have to wish some other poor soul gets trapped too! Friendship through joint outsiderdom is our only hope! LOL

#asks #answers

[thegeminisage]

decided to head to necluda/dueling peaks next since i see a lot of korok seeds clustered together on the map there

my thought process is: i am making myself cucco bananas by hunting korok seeds. it's the least enjoyable part of these games by a mile. however, i also feel like i zipped through everywhere on my first trip through when i was doing the story instead of stopping and exploring, which is why i'm so weak. currently my map looks like this:

so, as i mark off things they vanish - seeds, shrines (which i turn on and off and btw i am SOOOO mad i have to go back to eventide for that fucking shrine), bosses, unique chests, hudson signs, etc. as we can see i've cleared central hyrule quite nicely (avoiding hyrule castle ofc), and whittled off most of akkala as well. but the thing is i really actually hate the left half of this map, because almost all of it is either 1. snow 2. sand or 3. fucking tanagar canyon and/or some other impossibly steep set of cliffs and even with the bike it would be annoying

the point is, getting around that side of the map FUCKING SUCKS. so i thought as a compromise to myself i could try cleaning out the right half, and then moving forward with my story. i know the game doesn't end after the gerudo area - there's a fifth sage and hyrule castle at least and maybe even a little more after that?? so in and among all that i can take breaks to do the rest

idk about like, 100%ing it before i beat it...that was the original plan, but i'm having second thoughts!

anyway i went to the tower and popped out and i was exploring the sky islands near there and the MUSIC CHANGED. look down and who do i see? zelda herself. i think i heard strains of either zelda's lullaby or some...credits song...i can't place it and it's driving me nuts. i can hear it SO PERFECTLY in my head!!!

OH it's oot's credits. so. one of those! in dragon zelda's music!

anyway my brother accidentally spoiled me for something. he said, "get all the parts you need from her before you pull the sword." i was very surprised - genuinely thought there was a chance pulling the sword would save her - and also HORRIFIED that you can shoot her. so i did shoot her :( and got a fang :(

here's the trouble. when do i pull the sword? i have enough stamina and the MS would be a huge boon, but i also wanted to see all my memories first and i'm still missing one in the gerudo area...i guess after i get about 300 more seeds lol

DROP EVERYTHING FALLING STAR

YOOOOO i caught another MIDAIR on my way to get the first HELL yeah!!!!!!!!!

oh my god and then i did a shrine and i came out and THERES NAYDRA......i got on my bike and made it up to her. now im riding naydra. girl i think i need your claw

GOT THE CLAW. god i'm good. i had to chase it down like 3 separate slopes

break 4 now more laterrr

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

[waynes-multiverse]

Hey ! Can I have the director's commentary on Don't Blame Me and maybe how you got the idea ? :) (I absolutely need to continue this series, so feel free to tease me all you want !)

Hi sweetie 😊 Thank you so much for the ask! It was so fun to think about the beginnings of this story again 🥰

I got the idea for DBM in early 2021 while doing a Supernatural rewatch. I always found the storyline around Henriksen and the FBI hilarious and thought the perspective of an agent who treated them as serial killers so interesting. I always loved crime shows and true crime documentaries and really wanted to do a story along those lines! Secondly, it was inspired by that shapeshifter therapy episode with Jack and Dean’s attitude throughout. That’s when I really wanted to expand on the whole psychologist idea and thought it’d be so fun if a therapist was living locked with them in the bunker. I knew Dean wouldn’t be amused, so I figured the best way was to have the reader just observe and then offer “innocent” side commentary that would drive him a little nuts until she eventually wears him down. I always thought he needed someone super stubborn, who wouldn’t take no for an answer or put up with his bullshit 😂

My goal was just to give both boys a happy ending they deserve, but I didn’t want it to feel forced. I wanted it to be a natural development. So I rewatched the whole show and took down notes of everything Dean said he either felt towards the hunting life or wanted for his future. The reader’s main job was then to correct some misguided notions and basically show him there’s another way 😉 I also made her a mom on purpose to draw parallels to Lisa and why (in my opinion) it didn’t work out between them.

That’s why I figured an FBI profiler would be the perfect occupation for the reader character. She can handle herself in dangerous situations and even has an itch to constantly help people, albeit she’s risking her life, and she also has the mental skills to navigate everything Dean may throw at her. I really liked the idea that both of them would be giving something up that made them comfortable in their respective lives. The reader was supposed to love her job until she realized she loved Dean even more and was willing to sacrifice her career for him ❤️☺️

And lastly, after Chuck and with Jack/Cas/Rowena in charge, I figured it’d be a good moment for the brothers to (half-)retire. There are no more big bads, only a few monsters around. They could easily have normal jobs and do something they really wanna do and treat hunting as a weekend hobby like golf 😅 For Sam, I always saw him getting his law degree (about damn time!). And for Dean, well, there might be a badge in his future… 🤓

I know exactly what the last chapter will be, and I’m so excited for it! But before that, we still have a lot of drama ahead of us 😈 There’s one big storyline still coming up for season 3, and I can’t wait to write it 😁🖤

#wayne answers #wayne loves eva #ask game #director’s cut #don’t blame me

[hotsexycowboysandcountryboys]

As I often do when I’ve been too busy to go out on the “hunt” for some good-looking country boys, I’ll scroll through my “creeper archives”, where I came across the video of this stud I hadn’t posted before.  If he looks familiar, I’ve put up a few pics of him earlier this year (click here), albeit different ones than these, but, from the same event.  Some of my diehard fans, recognize him from a previous iteration of my blog having spotted him for the first time at the same location a year or so, earlier.  The one thing in common besides his pretty baby-face and plump, dick sucking lips is how good his sweet little ass looks in skin-tight Wranglers and boots, stimulating my deviant imagination.  

As in picturing him bound, cleave-gagged and struggling, while I rub one of those vibrating massagers on his crotch until his cock is bulging in his jeans forming a small wet spot from the pre-cum leaking from his dick.  Next unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, to whip out his cock and edge him nice and slowly until his balls ache until I’m ready to let him blow his load all over himself.  Finally, I flip him over and peel those Wranglers down to his knees exposing what I imagine is a very smooth and tight virgin ass.  He’s fucked ruthlessly and without mercy, as he bites down on the knot in the cleave gag, screaming in intense pain, squirming and struggling beneath me.

The first thought that comes to mind is “Good God in Heaven, I don’t know how in the hell you managed to slide into those skintight jeans, but I’m damn glad you did!” The second thought is “IF WRANGLER BUTTS DRIVE YOU NUTS, THEN CONSIDER ME CERTIFIABLY INSANE!!!” 

[randomkposts]

Hi, it's me again, okay, so I'm obsessed with the answer you gave me, I like the way you wrote it, as well as the analysis you gave it----what about female Mellow and Near??...Would they figure out fem light like fem L would?? Sorry for the questions.

I'm happy to answer questions so long as they are worded respectfully. And you are excited to ask, and I am happy to elaborate. No appoligies needed.

So Female Mello is harder for me to picture initially. A lot of his personality and accomplishments are things that are typically discouraged in females growing up.  He's reckless, ruthless, ambitious, took over a mafia organization before he was 20 (ran away at almost 15, was 19 when kidnapped Sayu), and apparently did it with little more then the clothes on his back. Also very probably Catholic, or at least prays like one (how the rosary goes through the steering wheel is how it would happen if he were touching the beads, or how one recites the prayer)

Mello is also personality wise, a foil to Light. They can both be incredibly stubborn, childish, arrogant, passionate,often  refuse to listen to others, and preform unethical acts. And genius, as expected of Ls successor. One of the bigger differences between them is Mello is wearing less masks. 

Mello is very "screw the rules" attitude, but we do have to ask "what, if any of those traits were trained out/lessened in manifestation through socialization growing up? Be it religious expectations, gender expectations, cultural expectations, and or spending four years as part of a crime family (Male Mello seemed rather indifferent to it all, but I doubt female Mello would be able to stay quite as casual in indifference. )

So Female Mello probably varies depending on what the author decides for her background, and also should be what the female author decides about Lady Light.

That being said, she is still a foil, and so gets to act in ways other characters envy her for, she is things they wish they could be. 

So if we are keeping the cannon traits of Male Mello, then here she is even more of a rebel, who took all of the rules people tried to make her follow and personally shot them in the backyard. And is a lot more confrontational about it. Because here, rather than assume "boys will be boys.", or "he will grow out of it in time", people instead went "Girl, are you crazy! What the hell was that!" 

So in keeping a lot of her reckless, ambitious, ruthless personality here, she's also taken on a tendency for confrontation, and escalation. 

It suits, because Mello is Loud, anyways. Except here, rather than focus more on Near and the rivalry, it's a lot more aimed against the world. 

It would also probably change her dynamic with Near and Matt.  In canon Matt is third and Mello is fine with him not being ambitious, and it lets them get along. In contrast, this Mello's tendency to push at everything, might take his refusal of the call as a challenge "I refuse to be second just because you are not trying". Which could be played interestingly, as it could mean the top three successors could be out for Kiras blood and playing the game.

Here female Near knows how to fake better social skills to an extent, and Mello still thinks she's weird and probably a robot. Nears still an extreme introvert, and prefers to send other people to do the human interaction work, and comes off as kind of dreamy and distracted but absolutely pays attention. It kind of drives Mello nuts. Near needs a Watari who gets her, kind of Like L, where Mello doesn't want to need people, and will get things done by hunting someone down and shoving it in their face. 

Matt despairs for these two girls who have differently dysfunctional social skills. Who gave it all to being L, and didn't leave space for other things. 

I don't know that the endgame would go down the same way. It depends a lot on female Light, and how her fall is going. Is she as willing to take the big risks and falls cannon Light is? Has her arrogance clouded her judgement in the same ways? Is she being stealthier? 

A lot of big and little butterfly effects are happening because of the changes, to the point that the endgame would not go down the same way. A way to have Mello live would be to have him not take off his motorcycle helmet (a death note needs a name and face, and the helmet covered it), but with them both female Mello would be less inclined to give Takadea the blanket, and so might find her death note. Lots to consider. 

E:-Fem Light a champion at gaslighting like her male counterpart. Where fem Light has to bend to social expectations of Japanese society on women, Mello shoots out the water with resound "fuck that.". Also BIG difference in the treatment of Takada. 

Fem Mello would not hesitate to check bra.

Fem Mello would expect that too. Fem Mello as a catholic keeps up with the black lace or skulls. As per tradition. 

K:- I get the image Fem Mello tells everyone to square up, shes here to throw hands

Mello:- come at me bro

Matt:- not now, we have a time budget.

E:-Mello: FIGHT ME

Matt:MELLO NOT NOW THE COPS ARE ON US

I can say Mello would have to fight harder to have the mafia listen to her. But we never really figured out how male Mello did that in the first place either. 

K:-Yah. But I think shes ready to throw. 

No we didn't. Have you seen any fanfic about it?Prime fanfic opportunity.

E:-I also want to bring up from the previous discussion of fem L. L convinced Kira is a female serial killer.

But you know "are you sure? Doesn't seem like it."

L ready to rip her fucking hair out. 

Still has the sweets, doesn't give a an ass about it.Hey what is Misa role in this?

Still Misa Misa yes?

K:-Presumably.Have not been asked about a Male Misa. 

E:-HECK YA I WANNA DO THE MALE MISA!

WAIT WAIT

What was L thing about Misa?Just her cuteness or what was it?

Been too long but his recreational scene of her lip stick add sticks out.

As my Perspective would be like projecting the feminine cuteness L would like but can't do as gotta keep the image. However male L didn't ever bother with that but we know why as gender plays into this. Remember there is a hugh stigma against cute girly things in Japan believe it or not. Remember the whole Lolita fashion?

K:- Eclipse, that Just makes Mello stand out more. Male Mello dresses gender ambiguous enough without adding the makeup. 

E:-YES THAT. Fem Mello sticks with leather. 

K:- Dyes hair. Even more rebel to japan. Tattoos. 

E:-Yesss. Mello would speak in the gender neutral or male dominant terms in Japanese.

#random k #plot bunnies #a conversation with my friend #death note speculation #death note #female near #female mello #mello #mello death note #near death note #l #l death note #matt death note #always a diffrent gender