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leonw4nter · 3 months

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The Cotton Candy Haze Mirrors The Warmth Of Your Gaze

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader

Coming back home from working 4 shifts in a single day for the fifth time this week, you went home looking and feeling like a hot mess– ponytail looking like you got into a fight and lost, eyes sunken in with dark bags underneath them, and pimples breaking out in several spots in your face and back. Despite how much your body craved a deep and restful sleep, you couldn’t give yourself that because grad school, especially medical school, won’t pay its own tuition along with living expenses. Juggling 4 odd jobs, along with working overtime for the sake of getting extra pay is really taking a toll on you: you’ve been cranky lately and you haven’t found proper time to be studying for the upcoming board exams, resorting to bringing all your books and notes in your bags so you’ll have time to read in case you’re free while still at work. Hell, you haven’t even found time to take Leon on dates due to how hectic and overwhelming everything is; you’re certain that the last time you and Leon spent some quality time cuddling together was three months ago. An icky guilt seeps into your weary bones, especially since Leon’s also taking up some jobs on the side to help with your expenses and along with his police academy’s costs but he still manages to make you meals, remind you to drink water, and drive you to wherever you need to be. With a frustrated groan, you fumble through your bag to look for your keys but unfortunately you couldn’t find it and deduced it to your forgetfulness, having left it at the bowl by the door back inside.

“Fucking hell,” you bitterly hiss. You were just about to knock at a neighbor’s door for the spare key you handed them but then you suddenly remembered that you haven’t had the chance to give them an emergency spare key yet since you were procrastinating on it, much to your disadvantage now. Exasperation causes tears to flood your waterline, your vision going blurry as you reach to contact Leon to tell him that you’ve been locked out but you forgo it, thinking that he’s probably had a long day as well and that he doesn't need another thing to be bugging him. You sink down by the door, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before taking your notes out to start reviewing again since you’re free and waiting for him to come home. A few minutes pass and you hear the pad of footsteps nearing you. Swiftly, you place your notebook back in your bag and sling it over your shoulder, getting up and dusting your legs before seeing Leon’s kind smile beaming down on you like the first few rays of the sunlight on a new day.

“Hey, baby.” you softly mumble as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi,” he says as he pulls you in for a quick hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Got locked out. Forgot to bring the keys. I also didn’t ask the neighbors for the keys since I didn’t give them spares yet,” you quietly admit. You look down at your feet, shame creeping in. “Leon’s had a long day and here you are, worrying him even more. Great job, Y/N. Real girlfriend of the year,” you glumly think to yourself.

“Oh– I forgot to tell you this too but I already gave the spares to the neighbors. You’ve been really busy lately so I decided to do it instead,” he says. “Sorry about that. It just slipped from my mind.”

“No. It’s fine, it really is.” you say with a tired yet genuine smile.

Leon fishes out his key from his backpack before slotting it into the keyhole and unlocking the door, opening it and letting you head in first. You slip out of your work shoes, placing your bag on the couch and collapsing right beside your things with a loud sigh.

“I’m so tired with everything,” you loudly groan as you cover your face with both hands and proceed to groan a little more. Leon walks over to the back of the couch, wrapping his arms from behind you and placing comforting kisses to your hair.

“Tell me what’s going on. I’m just going to sit here and listen,” he softly whispers as he lightly pats your shoulder.

With a deep sigh, you ramble on about everything that’s bothering you. Tears prick your eyes again and there’s more than one occasion to your voice breaking. He stays quiet, arms still wrapped around as he nods to whatever you say, occasionally pressing his lips into your head as you vent about whatever.

“I can’t afford a review center and I don’t have time to study before the board. I’m going to fail, Leon. I won’t end up somewhere,” you finish. You recline back into his touch, feeling like a ton of bricks has been lifted from your shoulders. Leon unwraps his arms around you for a bit, walking over to your place on the couch before pulling you in for a more proper hug as he delicately sways you from side to side.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s fine,” he softly mumbles. “You’ve been working and studying so hard. I can see all the effort you’re putting into making sure you reach your dreams and trust me, you will pass the board. You make time to study each day and I can see that you’ve got the drive to succeed, you can do this. Believe in yourself as much as I believe in you and your capabilities, okay?”

You sniffle, hugging back and staying silent for a bit before your shaky and slightly squeaky voice speaks up, the sound slightly muffled since you buried your face into the comforting scent of your boyfriend’s sweatshirt.

“But Leon, there’s more people who're smarter than me and they’re going to pass and I’m not going to. What if I’m not enough?” you say, which causes Leon to pull away from the hug and cup your cheeks in between his big and calloused hands.

“You’re going to pass. You’re smart, you’re my smart girl. There’s no way you’re not going to pass, okay? You will be a licensed nurse and you will reach your dreams. You’re more than enough for this and for me. Don’t let anyone and anything tell you that you’re not enough because you are. More than you’ll ever know.” He finishes with a small kiss to the tip of your nose before moving to your lips. Your own hand climbs up to lightly wrap around his wrists, maintaining comfortable eye contact.

“I’m sorry,” you softly tell him, your words coming out like a whisper.

“For what?” Leon says with a surprised smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong, love.”

“Yes I did, Leon.” you bashfully respond. “I haven’t been giving you much attention lately. You also do many things for me like driving me to school and doing my laundry but I don’t find the time to repay you. Just earlier, I got you worried because I was sitting just right outside the door when you already have a lot on your own plate. I’m just adding to that list of things that keeps you up at night and–”

Leon cuts you off by placing his index finger against your lips to shush you before gently moving you to be laying on his lap as he plays with your hair and scratches your scalp in the way he knows you love.

“Nope. I understand that you’ve gotta give a hundred percent of your attention to your studies, especially that your future job concerns human lives. I’m just doing my job by being here for you as your number one fan and making sure you still take care of yourself. I’m busy too but you’re not bothering me or causing me more stress, just the opposite actually. Now just lay on my lap and let me make you feel a lot better, yeah?” he softly says as he continues massaging your head, prompting your eyelids to drape over your eyes as you sigh in satisfaction.

“Unless you wanna have dinner first–”

“No. Let’s just stay like this for a bit.”

He continues to rake his fingers through strands of your hair, his fingers gently scratching your scalp and applying a good amount of pressure to your temples in order to effectively massage them. Most of the time, it’s you who’s giving Leon scratches and massages but it feels great to be at the receiving end of some pampering and loving from your boyfriend. He stops for a little bit, your eyes flying open to see Leon reach over to get a blanket to wrap you in it. Snuggling into the blanket, he continues his soothing ministrations to your head. You swear that if you were a cat and Leon was petting you in this way, you would purr so loud.

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You finally finished taking your board exams about a month ago and ever since then, you would eagerly open up your laptop or phone just to look at whether or not you passed. Each time, your fingers would wobble and your palms would sweat to the point you frequently wipe them on your pants so your phone wouldn’t slip out of your grip. Your thoughts would shift between the confidence that you passed since you reviewed and studied and practiced so much and the fear of failure, the icky feeling of being a failure with no direction in life eroding at the happiness you built for yourself but luckily Leon was always there to keep those crusty, self-deprecating tendencies at bay.

“You passed!” Leon practically screeches. With quivering hands he shoves his phone back into his pocket and lunges at you, almost toppling over the tables as he wraps you around in one of the best hugs he’s ever given you.

“Huh? What?” is all you could muster in this state of shock and surprise.

He pulls away and opens up your laptop, going straight to your email and the school portal where they released the list of passers. Sure enough, your last name is listed.

“My girl is going to become a licensed nurse!” he shouts with the proudest, most vibrant smile you’ve ever seen him smile.

Tears of pure, unadulterated joy spilled from your waterline and flowed down your cheeks, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins whilst also feeling relief at the fact that you passed. Now it’s your turn to lunge at Leon, springing at him and tackling him with your arms tightly enveloped on his larger frame as you jump up and down, toppling over into the couch and hugging him even tighter due to the renewed sizzle of joy running through your person. After a few moments of laying on top of each other and smiling and pressing kisses into each other’s face, you get up and phone friends and family to tell them that you managed to pass the boards. Leon called up his own friends Ethan and Chris to tell them of your results, sending pictures. You hear Leon and his friends giggling on the other side of the room, squealing and giggling like school girls. His face, the tips of his ears, and neck are flushed a vibrant pink the more he talks about how proud he is of his girl. Many times he showed the email and your name on the passers list to his friends, cheers and congratulations being the reception whenever he did, much to his massive delight. Finally, you finish up phoning friends and family and go to Leon, pressing a passionate kiss to his soft baby lips upon his soft baby face. He could feel you grinning against him with each gentle smack; Leon quite never figured out if the beauty of your lips was more of their softness or their association with whatever words you spoke, which always pulled him under a spell he didn’t wish to surface from. You pull away, gazing deeply into eyes painted a soothing blue watercolor hue and not wanting to break this moment of peace, the sensations feeling intimate in a way more than the physical contact of bodies.

“I’m so proud of my girl. My smart, amazing, lovely, sweet girl who will be a nurse soon,” he softly whispers.

“I’m proud of myself too, Leon. Thank you for supporting me, helping me out, and being there for me when I needed you most. I couldn’t have done this without you,” you sincerely thank him.

“You’re a strong independent woman, Y/N. You don’t need anyone to get you somewhere because you carry yourself with an air of confidence and independence but I’m very thankful and lucky you let me in your life.”

“Gosh, Leon. You’re going to make me cry but thank you. I mean it so much. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So… should we eat out? I’ve got some change to spare.”

“It’s on me. I’ve been saving up, I have a surprise for you but it won’t hurt to celebrate my Y/N’s passing.”

You smack his chest playfully, the blond laughing at his little joke.

“You made it sound like I died!”

“Oops. Looks like it might result in a grave misunderstanding.”

“God, let’s just get ready for dinner.”

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Leon's POV

I took her out to dinner that night, picking out a nice Korean grill for us to dine in since she enjoys Korean grills so much. Nothing felt more satisfying than seeing all her efforts pay off; all those readings and memorizations giving her the success she rightfully deserves. Right now, I’m seeing her devour her entire plate and in the blink of an eye she’ll get up to get seconds but I don’t mind; seeing her eat good food and indulge makes me feel happy. I feel satisfied, as if I don’t need to eat because her happiness is enough to keep me going for days on end. We’ve both decided to keep working some more jobs to be able to have more savings to add in our accounts so we could afford to move into a better place, probably nearer to Raccoon City since I’m going to be stationed there by next month. She doesn’t know this but I managed to prepare a little surprise for her, which is a 2 day camping get-away; deep in the forest, surrounded by trees, the stars shining above us, and the cold weather. She deserves a little break, we both do, so I planned this. I’m free for the next few days too so this is going to be perfect, I’m grinning just at the thought of it.

“What’re you smiling about?” she asks, but it comes out sounding a little difference since she’s got some food in her mouth.

“Nothing. You look beautiful tonight,” I respond, which isn’t exactly a lie. The buzz of glee just gives her this glow that makes me want to get on my knees and worship her like the goddess she is.

She gets back to eating, doing a little happy dance every now and then. She’s also insisted on feeding me, making sure I finish at least 3 plates because “one can never be too full”, which I appreciate since she just wants me to eat well and I want to have the energy to walk her around town tonight.

After dinner, we took a walk around town. I stopped by at a flower shop, getting her flowers as one of my many little gifts. It feels tempting to tell her about our little camping getaway coming up in a few hours but I want to build up an element of surprise and blissfully catch her off guard. The evening gets cold and a little quiet so I shrug off my jacket, draping it over her shoulders and making sure she’s all warm and toasty.

“You good?” I ask her.

“Yeah. Thanks,” she shyly says as she huddles into my jacket even more. I advised her to bring along a coat since the night could get a little chilly but she refused. As long as the cold won’t bother her and make her feel ill, I don’t really mind because I like seeing her in my clothes and having the smell of her perfume on my things. We take a few more strides, a comfortable settling between us as we walk hand in hand and go wherever our hearts desire. I turn my head and steal a lengthy glance from her; the delicate breeze sends her hair flowing smoothly like a poet’s ink and quill, the fine strands woven from spacetime and starlight as the streetlight’s luminescence bounces off; her body is absolutely perfect, worthy of all praises and respectful admiration with curves that mold in my hands just right but her genuine beauty is from within her heart; God, she’s captivating. She looks at me and I promptly look away, keeping my gaze trained on something else as heat is concentrated on the apples of my cheeks. I can hear a twinkling giggle from her, followed by her fingers pinching a cheek as she giggles even louder.

“You’re too cute, Leon. Gosh, you’re so adorable! You’re like– the most puppy-looking person I’ve ever met and I love that!” she squeals.

“Baby, my cheeks are hurting.” I say in a small voice.

She pulls her fingers away, gently running a hand over where she pinched and gave the spot a peck.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I know you can’t get enough of me.” I quip, followed by a wink.

“You’re not wrong but you’re one cocky person,” she says but a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“I’m your cocky person.”

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A day later.

Hours ago, I woke her up at 4:45 AM so we could get ready. Of course, she was a bit disoriented because I didn’t say anything to her but after I told her about my little surprise, she practically launched from the bed and got ready immediately. She slept early last night– slept very soundly too, not a single noise rousing her from sleep. While she slept, I carefully slipped out of bed and packed everything we needed, her things included. It was kind of difficult, having to pack things quietly and move them to the car without causing much thudding but I managed to get it done in 3 hours. After several rounds of double checking everything and making sure there was nothing I left out, I finally made my way back up to our apartment and locked the doors to retire for the night. I could barely sleep due to the rush of giddiness coursing through my person but I forced myself to; after all, I’ll be the driver and it’s going to be irresponsible if I don’t.

Now, she’s sitting in the passenger seat with a blanket draped over her lap as she quietly drinks in the view that speeds right past the window. Everytime I see her and she innocently looks right at me, I feel a little antsy and nervous, having to feel around in my pockets and try to calm myself down. In an hour or two, we’ll get to the spot and then finally set our camp up before we start preparing the ingredients we’ll be using for cooking. The campsite we chose is a little more secluded, right by a lake that’s unfortunately too cold to safely swim in but that doesn’t take away the charm of the entire spot. The release of the board passers coincidentally going before the day of the trip I planned is a perfect coincidence, making this whole thing a celebratory trip for her but I want to add another thing to celebrate later so for now, it’ll stay as another secret.

Finally, I pull up at our spot and park the car. We carry our supplies and set up grills, our tents, and a spot to keep all of our food and drinks and utensils. We finish early so we set up the inside of our tent, placing a comfortable blanket on the floor so the bumpy and rigid ground doesn’t cause any of us back pains the following morning. All afternoon speeds past us as we spend the hours cuddling, Y/N saying something like how the weather is “perfect cuddle weather”. Soon, it’s nighttime and we finish up with everything: dinner, a quick towel bath (since the showering in this weather would get us both sick), so now we’re just sitting by the bonfire and huddling close.

“Thanks, Leon. Thank you for all this. A celebratory dinner was enough but I guess you decided to outdo yourself,” she says as she leans her head on my shoulder.

“This is nothing. Besides, you deserve this,” I say.

We sit in silence for a little bit before she speaks up again.

“We should celebrate some more wins in life, y’know. Even the little things, we should celebrate it one way or another. It doesn’t have to be this grand,” she tells me.

“Yeah. You’re right, we should celebrate wins in life,” I agree. This is it. “You’re a big win in my life, Y/N, and I want to celebrate you everyday.”

My hand slips into my pocket, my fingers feeling the velvet of a tiny box holding my promise of the world and forever to Y/N.

I can’t imagine ever growing old without you, nor do I desire to.

If all goes well, we’ve just given ourselves another reason to be celebrating.

NOTE - Woke up today to see that in a month, I've managed to hit a hundred followers!!!!!!! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Srsly so thankful for everyone who decided to follow me and read my fics, I love you and wish you well. I didn't expect to reach a hundred this early into my writing journey so this is so cool. I also told my mom that I write now and she seems supportive so I'm really happy with that. I guess this fic functions as a hundred-followers-special now :)) That's it and I hope you really enjoyed this fic. Again, thank you for the hundred followers!!!!! I couldn't have done it without you <3!!!

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marksmelodies · 6 months

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out of everything i love you the most

idol renjun x fem reader

angst/fluff

warnings: cursing, kissing

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“y/n im not going to say it again let’s go” renjun stands at the entrance of your shared apartment with one foot out the door. you two had plans to go on a night trip with the dreamies to busan

“ geez i’m coming just one second” you yell to him from the bathroom,you underestimated how long it would take you to get ready, even though your boyfriend tried to tell you to get ready earlier you refused thinking you had enough time, and now you’re running late,as you rush to apply the rest of your makeup you hear him yelling at you again “ i’m gonna leave without your ass if you’re not out the door in five seconds. five, four, three-”

“ okay im done” you say spraying perfume and running out the door

you both run through the train station frantically trying to find your train as renjun continues to yell at you for making him late and not being able to find the right train,finally as you enter your train you look around to find the boys all sitting together

“ it’s about time, my god i didn’t think you were going to make it” jeno says laughing

“ yeah you can thank her for that” renjun rolls his eyes looking at you, as the train begins to move you both sit down next to each other, you sigh looking out the window

“ give me the tickets for the art gallery i don’t trust you with them” you heard your boyfriend say, you look at him with wide eyes

“ oh my god i forgot them” you panic

“ are you fucking kidding me right now, i told you to get them and put them in your purse” he yells in a hushed tone

“ you were rushing me renjun i forgot”

“ i wouldn’t have rushed you if you had listened to me in the first place, what the hell are we going to do huh, we’re going all this way for the art gallery which is sold out, it’s not like we can re buy tickets”

you look at renjun with anger as he returns the same look back. you get up and move seats sitting by chenle,you look at your boyfriend who’s typing away on his phone

“ god i cant stand him sometimes” you say loud enough for him to hear as you look out the window

“ feelings mutual” he responds back to you

“ i feel like every time we hangout with you two you’re both fighting more times then not” haechan says looking at the two of you

“ dude shut up you’re not helping” mark smacks his arm,the rest of the ride was silent ,finally getting off of the train the group heads to the the gallery

“ i’m sorry babe i didn’t mean to cause this” you apologize attempting to hold his hand

“ get off of me” he pulls his hand out of yours walking faster leaving you behind, you take a deep breath trying not to cry as you tried to keep up with him

when you arrive to the art gallery you look at renjun not knowing what to do since you left your tickets at home

“you guys go ahead, we’ll find something else to do” renjun suggests

the boys try to come up with ideas to get you both into the gallery, jisung and jeno even offered their tickets but renjun refused

“ renjun walk slower please my legs are short” you yell to him, running to try and keep up

“what do you want to do, since you got us into this mess… ” he stops sitting at a bench looking to you

“ i don’t know”

“ if you’re going to keep moping around im leaving you here and going on my own”

“ fine id rather be alone then be with you right now” you say under your breath

“ god you’re such a brat”

you search on your phone for things to do around you

“ there’s a cable car we can go on and then maybe walk through the markets” renjun nods without looking at you as he gets a taxi

the ride there was quite, you had tried to get renjuns attention multiple times but it was clear that he was ignoring you

walking up to the ticket booth you try and beat renjun there so that you can buy the tickets. renjun steps in front of you cutting your place in line

“ babe i’m gonna buy them since you wasted your money on the tickets i forgot” you explain

“ no you’re not go sit down and wait for me” without wanting to argue anymore than you already are you follow his instructions and sit down on the bench waiting for him,at this point in the night you just want to go home, you’re tired, you’re anxious, and of course upset

renjun waves you down with the tickets in his hands

maybe sitting in a tiny space across from each other hundreds of feet in the air while in a fight wasn’t the best idea, the only sounds are cart moving on the cable and the city below you,you look up to your boyfriend who is sitting with his arms crossed looking out the window,sighing you get up moving to sit next to him wrapping your arms around him in a hug

he doesn’t react

“listen, i understand you’re mad, and you have the right to be, i know you were really looking forward to the art gallery and i feel horrible for leaving the tickets behind, i’m sorry for the way i reacted it was wrong and immature,i love you jun, i don’t want us to fight anymore” he looks over at you once you start sniffling

“ come on don’t cry” he wipes the tears away with his thumbs,taking your head leading it to his chest to hold you

“ it’s not your fault, i shouldn’t have blamed it on you, just because i asked you to grab the tickets dosent mean that i shouldn’t have double checked and make sure we had them before we left and…. i need to work on my temper, you don’t deserve me lashing out at you, i’m really sorry, i love you” he kisses your forehead “ and yeah i was looking forward to the art gallery but mostly i was looking forward to spending time with you” he rubs your back

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sorry this one is so short!! i hoped you enjoyed <3

#nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream imagines #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct #nct scenarios #renjun fluff #renjun angst #renjun x reader #renjun #renjun imagines

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puppetwoman17 · 8 months

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Okay, so there’s this Billy Batson post-Injustice fic called A Reason to Fight on AO3, and it’s got me wanting more fics like that.

I mean, there’s so many different ways it could go.

One fic could be where he did die, and we can’t bring him back. The JL are brought back together to take on an otherworldly evil(surprise surprise) and they need the help of the gods to do it. With both conventional and unconventional means, they’re able to be granted passage to Olympus for this one catastrophic emergency(begrudgingly, because the gods sorta hate their guts).

Then they see this one glowing building, separated from the rest. It’s got a lightning bolt on it. Sparks flying around it. Gives off a less imposing vibe. There’s suspicions about what it’s for, but no one feels compelled to ask. Until a leaguer(doesn’t have to be specific, maybe Guy Gardener or Flash or whatevs) gains enough courage to ask what that place is.

The god leading them to Zeus stops dead in their tracks. They don’t speak yet. They turn and look at the leaguer who was dumb enough to ask a grieving god a question like that.

And the god replies: “The Hall of Champions is where every champion goes when they die. They are allowed to spend their afterlife in complete relaxation as the fruits of their labor. They meet others like them and forgo the troubles of their mortal lives.”

The god says that last part bitterly.

The JL immediately knows who’s inside. The building just speaks Marvel. That same stupid league member asks if they can go inside. If they can speak to one of them, no one in particular(everyone knows they’re lying, but the guilt is just too much).

The god laughs. Actually just laughs right there, in front of a bunch of mortals and super powered people who dare to think they can come anywhere near the former Champion of Magic.

The god tells them: “We granted him his wish of being part of a team because we thought it would help him through such trying times. We thought he finally had others who would look after him, something we may not always be able to do. We thought he would finally, after all these years, have something akin to family.

“And just like that, those hopes and dreams were taken away, all because our champion finally saw the light again. If you go so much as a foot closer to him, the gods of Olympus will show you the same mercy you showed your so-called teammate.”

Lol, that’s as far as I’ve gotten.

Another fic could be where he actually didn’t die, like in A Reason to Fight. He comes back to life after recharging just like in A Reason to Fight. But this time, there’s a change.

He doesn’t make himself known. He changes his identity and stays under the league radar. He doesn’t transform into Cap, but he secretly helps the people of Fawcett with his powers because BILLY was chosen, not the avatar itself.

Dunno how to go about the next part. That all depends on the plot, what characters are still alive and still dead. The timeline of when exactly he comes back and how long he stays incognito.

But somehow, someway, the League becomes aware that Marvel, that Billy, is alive. They rush to see him after (however) long. They see him alive and well…

And he’s just disgusted. Heartbroken. Scared. Angry. Tells them to f*ck off and find some other kid’s dreams to destroy. Tells them to never contact him unless it’s for business that requires the Champion’s reputation. Because despite everything, he still takes his job as Champion very seriously. Because he thought he could finally trust these adults, and they turned their backs on him.

He especially hates Superman for the looks of guilt he gives him. Just wants to punch him in the face. Same with Diana. Same with Lantern. Same with Flash and Cy. Maybe not Batman, but even association can hurt.

Again, idk where this one might go, or how the plot is or whatever, but I need more post-Injustice fics on Billy Batson damnit!

#billy batson #captain marvel #dc universe #justice league

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g1rld1ary · 3 months

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to build a home ; anthony lockwood x reader

➻ this turned out so different from my plan lols but honestly I love

➻ word count: 2573

➻ synopsis: you're the only member of Lockwood & Co. who doesn't live at Portland Row... but maybe you should

➻ warnings: reader has blonde hair + freckles (only mentioned once), can be read as strictly platonic or light romance, deep loving friendships between Lockwood & Co

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You’d been working for Lockwood & Co. for almost four months and you loved it. Your three coworkers were more than welcoming and you made a pretty good team. Your Touch was what they had been looking for and business was positively booming. You had more cases than ever — or so they told you, and were busy working more nights than not. The only catch was, you didn’t live at Portland Row with the others.

No, when you grew into your talent and started training to become an agent, your parents weren’t exactly supportive. You knew it was all out of love, but you had to fight for weeks to be allowed to start your training, and only ended up getting your way by agreeing to keep living at home; forgoing the dorms when you worked at Rotwell, and now missing out on living with Lockwood & Co.

You didn’t usually mind, your family was great, but it did create a bother after long cases when you had to stay in the taxi waiting to get home later. Plus, you ended up spending much of your time in their home anyway, researching or debriefing around cases, and rushing off just before curfew set in. However, it did occasionally make you sad to leave your friends knowing that they got to share meals and all the intimate, everyday moments that come with being housemates.

The rest of the company felt similarly to you. Going through life or death cases every other day brought you all close in the few months you’d been employed, and now they found silences in their meals that they knew you would fill or questions they knew you could answer.

However, as much as they appreciated your role in the company and the friendship that you’d all established, one thing still puzzled all three employees. You always looked good. Not necessarily pretty, though many would call you that — you always looked done up. Well manicured. You’d now been on countless cases with Lockwood & Co and they’d seen you bloody and bruised, but never casual. There was even the time you’d been (briefly) held hostage by a relic man, where you’d emerged hours later with your makeup mostly intact — though mixed with a healthy dose of blood — and flyaways gelled flat. It was a sort of superpower, Lucy had remarked at the time. You’d just laughed, explaining that keeping yourself done up was your way of keeping sane. Maybe you couldn’t change the things around you, but you were always in control of yourself. George had raised his eyebrows in Lockwood’s direction, probably intending to call you a control freak, but Lockwood was oblivious. He admired the way you were so collected all the time.

You and the team returned from a case relatively early on a Thursday night — not yet into the early hours of the next morning like usual. You’d decided to join your friends inside Portland Row on this occasion, reasoning that you probably wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon and had some work you’d rather be doing. Whilst you saw the others head upstairs, presumably savouring the hours of sleep ahead of them, you directed your attention to the library, planting yourself under a lamp and pulling out some research for the next case.

You weren’t nervous about spending time in the house by yourself; you did it often enough through the daytime and knew what to do when you left. Make sure the lights were all out, the protections were in place, and lock the door behind you with the key Lockwood had copied for you. That didn’t mean you weren’t pleased when you glanced up and saw Lockwood was your company for the night, evidently appearing when you were lost in focus.

“Oh, hey, Lockwood,” You said quietly, careful not to startle him from his reading. You smiled slightly when he looked up quickly, eyes focusing in on you.

“Hi. Are you finally staying the night?” You swore he sounded almost nervous, but you figured that must’ve been his exhaustion, a side of him you’d never seen. You shook your head slowly.

“I just wanted to finish this idea I have before I lose it. Might finally give us a lead on the Backwell case.” Lockwood smiled, a lopsided, infectious thing that had charmed you your very first interview with him.

“I’d give you a raise if we had the profits, you’re clearly our hardest worker,” He joked, then suddenly grew very genuine. “You know you’re always welcome here, right? I’d— we’d love for you to move in one day, but even staying the night. We all hate to leave you on your own after these cases.” You felt yourself smiling, flattered by both the praise and the care Lockwood was sharing. In the four months you’d known him he’d been an excellent friend, someone you could always share a joke with, but he hardly ever gave any indication of his feelings. George had hinted it was because of a tragic family backstory that you’d never pressed for, but you preened under his attentions nonetheless, growing very fond of the man behind the mask from the glimpses you’d received. Regardless you shook your head again, reiterating your family’s rules for the millionth time with a small grimace. Not long after you excused yourself to the bathroom, needing to freshen up if you were going to achieve anything.

Rinsing your face clean over the sink, you borrowed one of Lucy’s makeup wipes to remove the layer of foundation covering your skin. You undid yourself for the evening, ready to power through a research branch you’d found before calling it a night and travelling home. On your way back you stopped in the kitchen for some tea, and catching a glance of Lockwood in the library, pulled his mug out too.

You couldn’t help the warmth in your heart when you thought about them buying a mug just for you when you were employed, despite you not even living there. Plus, the cute little flowers painted on made you recognise that they paid attention to you and your personality. Sometimes it was hard to feel so isolated from the rest of the company, but you gratefully recognised the effort each member put in to combat that. In return you made Lockwood’s tea the funny way he liked it, proof that you listened as well.

Holding a steaming mug in each hand you returned to the library, cautiously placing Lockwood’s on the side table next to him as quietly as you could manage. Seeing the cup appear in his periphery he smiled. He glanced up to thank you but the words stopped in his throat when he saw you looking different than ever before. For the first time your face was completely clear of makeup, revealing blonde eyelashes you usually hid under black mascara and a collection of light freckles concealed under foundation. Additionally, your hair — usually slicked back into a bun or braid that was practical for the physical nature of your job — was loose and evidently brushed through so it fell around your face, curls reforming around the base of your neck. The contrast was almost enough for Lockwood to believe you’d been swapped with a twin whilst you’d been gone.

Suddenly Lockwood felt robbed. This was what your family was keeping from him? Before he could tame his imagination he could see you at the breakfast table each morning, soft with tiredness and bed hair resting around your shoulders or like now at night, simply existing as yourself without your defence barrier against the world. He missed the reality he hadn't received, the tiny moments of your life that you’d never live in Portland Row.

You finally caught his attention, worried at his daydreaming. When he waved you off with a laugh you returned to your work, quizzical glance lingering just a moment too long.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peace that had settled over the room. However when you found some letters that confoundingly skewed the timeline you’d been developing, you couldn’t resist asking, “Hey, would you take a look at this?” In a moment Lockwood was out of his armchair and on the couch cushion next to yours, skimming the pages you handed him. When he moved up to reach for more you ignored his knee touching yours. And the comforting heat that emanated off it. When you made eye contact — only an intimate few inches apart — you saw the odd, distant look in his eye again and asked him about it.

“I like you like this,” He confessed and you cocked your head. “You know, natural. Your hair messy, no makeup. Not that I don’t like your makeup! It always looks really great and perfect and I totally respect all your meaning behind it, it’s just… You feel almost real without it, down with the rest of us mere mortals. Like you live here.” Your whole face felt hot at his rambling, the uneven smile that had crept onto his face piercing straight through skin to your heart.

“You think I’m not real?” You chose to focus on, unable to keep resisting when he asked you to stay.

“You’re always perfect — uh, look perfect, even when we’ve been awake for 30 hours and almost died twice. At some point I have to start wondering if you’re really human.” He tried to play it off as a joke but you were pretty sure, despite the dim lighting, that the tips of his ears were tinged pink. You tried to wave the conversation off casually, but you had to read the next line of research four times before you could take any of it in.

You worked surprisingly well in tandem, your brains appearing to problem solve in a similar manner, ideas being thrown and woven easily, each of you latching on to the brightest parts of the previous sentence. It was a welcome surprise, you usually ended up working with George in the field since Lockwood and Lucy were so coordinated in action, but the allocation didn’t work so much in research. Lucy and Lockwood de-motivated each other in their least favourite part of the job, and you and George almost always dissolved into petty arguments, his black-and-white way of thinking butting heads with your more creative methods. This opened new possibilities for future cases.

When your issue had been solved Lockwood didn’t move, much to your surprise, instead asking for you to pass what he’d been reading before. You quirked an eyebrow when you saw it was a trashy tabloid, another domestic habit you were just learning about, but neglected to say anything. Lockwood had magazines, you had your appearance. Everyone had their ways to cope and destress. He leant against the back of the old couch, side still against yours, and continued on with his reading. You turned back to your research, but you wouldn’t deny that you might have leant back into him when you came across a particularly long document, chasing the warmth he so generously provided.

That was how Lucy found you in the morning; the two of you pressed together in the middle of the couch, the size of it no excuse for your proximity. She’d run back upstairs immediately to fetch George, and they both watched you for a minute, your sleeping head on Lockwood’s shoulder the picture of domestic bliss. George made a comment about your natural appearance, with a hint of what Lucy could only suppose was affection (but it happened so rarely she could never be totally sure), and she couldn’t help but agree. Although neither of them had seen this version of you before it felt totally natural, like you falling asleep on their couch after a long night of research was a habit that was always meant to happen rather than a surprise first sleepover. When the kettle Lucy had turned on began to whistle they both disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you and Lockwood to wake up on your own.

When your eyes fluttered open they fell immediately on Lockwood who was already gazing down at you, pupils filled with warmth and fondness. The sight calmed you easily before your brain woke up and realised that it should absolutely not be happening. You were up off the couch in a second, the chill your body felt overpowered by the panic in your brain. Your parents never waited for you after a case, needing the sleep for their day jobs and trusting you to let yourself in through the backdoor, but that meant their fears of you not being in your bed in the morning would be heightened.

Lockwood quickly caught on to your train of thought and rushed to calm you down, both hands on your shoulders to at least stop your frenetic pacing. He easily quelled your anxiety, his calmer disposition taking the lead to dial your landline, waiting with you as you explained everything to your parents, apologising profusely and taking their scolding with complete understanding. When you were done you sagged in relief, a slow exhale passing your lips.

“How about something to eat?”

Breakfast was one of the only things you’d never done at Portland Row (especially now you’d ticked sleeping off the bucket list). You’d had countless lunches and afternoon teas while researching, and even a few early dinners before curfew or a case, but never breakfast. It was different, but so lovely.

The food for one was of the same standard, George remaining your favourite of the company just for his meals, each one a bite of heaven. The energy was different though. Whilst most of your meals together were noisy; raucous laughter over impassioned discussions or meaningless arguments, breakfast was quiet, but still not in the way that sometimes fell after a promising lead came up useless or someone returned injured. No, breakfast at Portland Row was the kind of quiet that felt like a homemade blanket laying over your shoulders, the kind you’d find lying next to a stream in summer. The only conversation made was about the meal itself, requests for more milk or jam, or else murmured plans for domestic goals, any talk of burdening cases or violence banished until a later hour.

When the three residents looked at you, it was like you’d always been there with them, a piece of the furniture that belonged in Portland Row to greet them each morning in your natural state, before any of the protective walls had been built up. When Lockwood looked at you, a key part of his company in his family home, a crumb of toast settled insistently on your lip, he wondered why the fourth chair at the dining table was ever empty. They all knew it wasn’t right without you.

When you finally took your leave, all four of you were thinking the same thing: you needed to be at Portland Row. It was where you belonged.

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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You've Been Gone So Long, Baby (Chapter Seven)《Completed Series》

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt had never let anyone so deep into his life until you. But when everything was going so perfectly, when he didn't think he could possibly be happier, he loses everything he loves in a single second–and he's absolutely powerless to fix it.

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains heavy angst & delayed comfort until the end

Word Count: 1.9k

a/n: This is the last and final chapter of this series! You can find the chapter list for this series here or check out my Masterlist for many other Matt Murdock series that are currently ongoing! Enjoy the final chapter of this one!

Tying your robe around your waist, you shuffled on tired feet out of the bathroom and back towards the bedroom. A loud yawn flew out of your mouth as you dragged your feet along the floor, your body completely exhausted and sore. When you reached the bedroom, you paused in the doorway, hands dropping the ties of your robe as you took in the sight before you.

Matt was resting partway against the wall, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips as the sheets messily covered him just below his waist. He was shirtless, his muscles entirely on display as he lay on the bed with his dark mussed hair. And he was holding your three week old daughter on his chest, whispering to her with the biggest smile on his face despite the fact that neither of you had managed more than an hour and a half of consecutive sleep last night. The afternoon light was streaming in through the bedroom windows on the pair of them and you couldn’t fight the broad smile that spread across your tired face. Matt’s head rose in your direction, that beautiful smile of his now directed at you. His head dipped lower towards your daughter as he spoke.

“See?” he said to her. “I told you she’d be right back.”

You shuffled your way over to the pair of them, your eyes unable to look away from the heartwarming sight before you. “And miss another day of cuddles in bed with both of you?” you asked, feigning offense. “How could I possibly want to miss that?”

Carefully climbing up onto the bed, you watched as Matt leaned towards you for a kiss. Still smiling, you reached a hand out to his cheek, drawing his mouth to yours for a long, sweet moment. It was only broken by the soft baby coos coming from along Matt's chest, both of you grinning back down at your daughter.

"Someone's jealous," you whispered, reaching over and gently stroking her cheek.

"I would never leave you out, sweetheart," Matt murmured.

Lowering his head, Matt planted a kiss to the top of hers. You sidled up to Matt’s side, resting your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist, your eyelids momentarily dropping closed. A moment later you felt Matt’s soft lips place a kiss on your forehead and you hummed happily in response.

"I should probably order us lunch," you mumbled, your face burrowing further into Matt's bare shoulder. Though if you were being honest, you really didn't want to have to leave the bed or Matt's side. "It's after one. Normal people would probably eat lunch instead of snuggling up in bed with their spouse and their newborn and forgoing all sustenance."

You felt Matt shifting underneath you and your eyes opened. Grumbling in dissatisfaction at his movement, you held him tighter.

"I can get up and order something, baby," Matt offered. "I can just put her back in the bassinet and let you get some sleep."

"You're the one who really needs sleep, Matty," you objected, reluctantly removing your head from his shoulder. "You wake up at every noise she makes. More than I do. I'll just get my phone and order something. You two stay here and nap."

"Baby–" Matt began to argue.

"No," you said firmly, climbing back out of bed. " You sleep. You want me to put her in the bassinet so you can get a more restful nap?"

Readjusting your robe as you turned around at the edge of the bed, you saw Matt gazing lovingly down at your daughter where she was contentedly growing sleepy from her place against his warm, bare skin. Her tiny hand was currently wrapped around his index finger as she let out a little yawn. Shortly after, you swore you heard Matt giggle at her.

For a long moment it felt like time had slowed down to a steady crawl as you stood there at the edge of your bed, hands still holding onto your robe. You felt in awe at how much love the man lying in your shared bed had inside of him. Ever since you’d returned from what had apparently been deemed the Blip a few months ago now, Matt had made sure you had adjusted to the world around you as best as you could. He’d been there to comfort you when you’d had to look for a new job. He’d helped your pregnant brain memorize your new phone number which had replaced the one you’d had for years. He’d caught you back up on world events and what he knew of what had happened to you.

You’d also held each other tight all the times you thought about those five long years that Matt had not only had to live without you, but the five years he’d ultimately aged ahead of you. Five years that you’d have otherwise spent with him and your daughter that the both of you would now never have together. And while he’d surely clung to you since your return–and of course your daughter in the three weeks she’d been out of your womb–like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers again, he had been your rock through everything . Always so solid and steadfast, even if he had occasionally broken down and wept in your arms himself. He had always done whatever he could to put the pair of you first and you only wished that you would ever have the opportunity to return the favor for him.

“Hey,” Matt called out softly.

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, drawing you back to the present. He was staring at you with his dark brows furrowed, his lips curving downwards at the corner.

“Baby, why’re you crying?” he asked, shifting more towards you. “What’s wrong?”

Your hand reached up, dabbing at the stray tears that were in fact falling down your cheeks. Wiping away the dampness, you smiled and shook your head.

“I just love you so much,” you whispered, laughing lightly despite the tears still falling as you shook your head. “Sorry, I think it’s just the hormones. I don’t know why I’m crying because I’m just–just so unbelievably grateful for you, Matty.”

His left arm flew out towards you, his hand silently waving you back over towards him. “Come here, baby,” he whispered.

You shook your head, wiping the back of your hand across the tears on your cheek again. “No, I was going to let you get some sleep. And order some food for us,” you told him.

He gestured you over with his head next, his arm still outstretched as he whispered your name. “Come on, come back over here,” he urged.

Hesitating briefly, you took in the tender expression on his face for one moment more before you were climbing back up onto the bed, making your way to him across the mattress. He drew you into himself and you were quick to rest your head back onto his shoulder, your gaze dropping down to your daughter. She was blissfully asleep now against Matt’s chest and you couldn’t remotely blame her; being in Matt’s arms–being held by him–always filled you with a sense of comfort and safety and love. His head came down to rest atop yours and your eyelids fluttered closed.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered. “So unbelievably much.”

“I’m so grateful you were still here when we came back,” you admitted, face pressed against his bare skin. “I have–have heard so many awful stories about spouses moving on or passing or–”

“Hey, shh,” Matt gently shushed you. “Let’s not dwell on all of that. You know I hate that you were ever gone, that it was five years before you came back,” he told you, “but I thank God every damn day that he brought you both back to me. That you’re both here now.” He cleared his throat, his own voice becoming thick with emotion. “Because for a while things seemed dark for me, baby. Darker than normal. And I–I didn’t know how I was going to keep going forward, day after day, without you. But–” he paused, exhaling a shuddering breath as you held him tighter, burying your face further into his shoulder, “–you’re here.”

His hand on your arm squeezed you closer into his side. You kissed his bare skin beside your mouth, feeling the way his fingers pressed tighter into your arm in response.

“You’re here now and I will do everything in my power to keep you both safe,” he continued. “I want you to know that, baby.”

You nodded your head along his shoulder. “I already know that, Matty,” you assured him.

“I love you,” he told you firmly. “I love you and I love her .”

Head turning on Matt’s shoulder, your focus dropped down to your daughter still cradled against Matt’s chest. His head still atop yours, you felt him shift so his gaze was also focused on her sleeping form. Your hand came up, fingers gently brushing over the soft bit of hair atop her head.

“Hope,” you murmured.

Matt nodded his head along yours. “Yes,” he whispered, voice full of love. “Hope Murdock. My little miracle. She will always remind me of the importance of keeping hope alive.”

He drew his head back from you and you glanced up at him, your eyes watering again as you rested your chin along his shoulder. His thumb was lightly stroking your arm as he gazed fondly back down at you, a loving smile on his face.

“The hope that brought you both back to me,” he said softly.

Despite the faint glisten of unshed tears in his own eyes, you saw the way they were creased at the corners, the smile on his face reaching his beautiful eyes. He looked happy, and he’d told you as much daily ever since you’d returned. It didn’t matter that neither of you had been getting much sleep for the past few weeks, or that Matt hadn’t been going out as Daredevil much for the past month and a half so he could be here for you. He was genuinely happy and it radiated from him constantly–even when he was changing one of Hope’s poopy diapers.

“I just wish we hadn’t lost those five years together,” you whispered back.

“Me too, baby,” Matt agreed. “But you're here now and that's what matters. I've spent enough time being sad and angry and I don't–don't want to be anymore," he told you, gently shaking his head. "I just want to give you both all of me, for as many years as I have left to give."

Smiling up at him, your hand reached out and cupped his cheek, gradually drawing his forehead down to yours. His eyes closed immediately, the smile on his lips still lighting up his face.

“And you have all the rest of mine, Matty, my love,” you promised him.

Matt’s nose nudged yours and you tilted your face up towards his in response. His soft lips met yours in a gentle, leisurely kiss–a kiss that wasn’t rushed or hurried, hungry or desperate. A kiss that was slow and full of warmth. One full of love. One that said everything neither of you could ever put into words. And you both stayed like that, kissing on your bed with your daughter asleep against Matt’s chest, losing track of time and forgetting entirely about ordering lunch.

Because neither of you were in a rush anymore, not when you had the rest of your lives together to look forward to.

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years

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Burning House

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♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 6.3K

♤ Warnings: Smut 18+, family fighting, reader gets hit (not by Rhett), angst, fluff

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The shatter of glass pulls you from your thoughts, a reminder of where you were. Thrown once again into the fire. Tugging your jeans the rest of the way up, you button the brass button. The tank top you’re wearing sticks to you like a second skin, in the hot Wyoming weather.

Yanking it off you grab an old Coors shirt, slipping it over you frame, before reaching down to tug on your boots. Mud flicks off on to the carpet, making you roll your eyes, you’d have to clean it before your mother saw.

You hadn’t been home in almost four years, leaving Wabang in the dust when you got accepted to Montana State to pursue a degree in business.

Montana had been your number one choice in schools for two reasons; it was out of state away from family, and it was still close enough that Rhett could drive down. It’d been at least 8 months since you’d last seen him, to say you were wound tight was an understatement.

The harsh reality of your father getting sick and you having to come home was thrown into your face, not even a week ago. Your mother made it quite clear, that whether you wanted to or not, you would be coming home with her.

Growing up as the youngest Tillerson, and a girl at that, hadn’t been an easy feat. The constant reminder that you would never fully be in control of your life, not while being a part of this family at least.

Luke and Billy were fine, as fine as they could be. Luke was so far up your mother’s ass, that you were surprised he could even function when she wasn’t around. While Billy was completely brainwashed by your father.

Though you would have happily dealt with them over your father and Trevor. Those two had tempers and matched against your own; the state of your life had been on fire for as long as you could remember.

The three of your tempers flaring at every incident, ended in more fist fights than you could remember, and the list of broken items was never ending. Fuel was just added to the fire when your mom was home, having all four of you in the same room always ended with Sheriff Joy, coming out on calls of domestic disturbances.

A quick look in the mirror, you double-check your makeup and hair and decide that you're more than hot enough to make a surprise appearance at the Handsome Gambler. Another crash has you looking back at your door, silently wondering what the hell was wrong now. Pulling open your bedroom door, you can hear the yelling voices of Luke and Trevor. Forgoing your hat for the night, you make your way to the den.

There was only one hat that you be wearing tonight, come hell or high water it would be yours.

Both voices raise, nearly scream, when suddenly a third voice cuts through causing you to pause your descent down the stairs.

“What she wants doesn’t matter, damn it.” A rough cough rises from your father’s chest, “She doesn’t even know what the hell’s going on, if you two idiots could keep your voice down.”

You mind races, trying to think of anything they could be talking about. Though you come up blank, having been gone you hadn’t worried about your father and brothers.

What in the hell could be so important that they needed to keep it from you? Staying on the stairs, out of sight you wait for them to go on.

“She’s gonna find out, I’m surprised Rhett hasn’t already told her. Abbott doesn’t know how to keep his fucking mouth shut.” You’d known that was Luke, his voice not rough like your fathers and Trevor’s.

Though you couldn’t figure out why in the world they were talking about you and Rhett. It had been years since they’d seen the two of you together and there was no way they knew the two of you were still a thing.

The two of you grew up together, best friends since you were children. You knew every part of each other, sharing your deepest secrets, and eventually an unbreakable love. Puberty had hit the both of you like a fright train, leading to you two fucking in every pasture between his and your house. Fucking; eventually turned into more, friends falling in love hard and fast.

You’d officially been together three years when you graduated, though your story tale came to a sudden halt when you received your acceptance letter. With you moving and Rhett actively pursuing bull riding, the both of you had decided to end your relationship.

The both of you left it on good terms, and Rhett still came up to Bozeman, the six-hour drive nothing compared to trips he made on the circuit. You hadn’t told Rhett that you were coming home, the spur of the moment decision made by your mother prevented it, but you knew he’d be out tonight.

No longer giving a shit if they saw you, you make your way down the stairs. Their talking cutting off completely when you came into view, your brothers and father staring holes into your head as you push through the den into the kitchen.

“Don’t stop talking on my account.” The snap in your voice is evident.

The four sets of eyes following your every move, still not talking, as you dig around in the key jar.

“What are you doing?” It’s Trevor that speaks up first, his tone already pissy.

“What’s it look like?” You throw him a look over your shoulder, your gaze condensing in every way. His gaze back is still questioning, and you wonder if he truly is an idiot.

“I’m getting the fucking keys Trevor.”

A smile graces your face as you find the set to your father’s new pickup, the one he hadn’t been able to drive since he’d gotten sick. You raise your hand in triumph showing them, and silently waiting for the pushback.

“Where do you think that you're going?” This time it’s Luke that questions you, his tone less sharp not wanting to set off your temper.

Luke had learned over the years what buttons not to push, while Trevor knew exactly which one to push. It was like he thrived off the idea of making you mad, to see just how much you’d blow up.

“I’m not going to just sit around; I don’t really feel like listening to ya’ll fight. Mom might have forced me back, but she didn’t say I had to stay on the ranch.” Your eyebrow slightly raises “I’m going for a drink.”

Before you can turn to leave, a harsh, forced laugh falls from Trevor’s lips.

“When did you turn into such a fucking bitch? Saying that mom forced you here, like this ranch isn’t the thing that’s given you everything.”

Your jaw ached from how tightly you’d clenched it, all of them just staring at you. No words to defend you, you hadn’t expected it, but it would have been a nice surprise.

Trevor might have been right about your childhood. Getting everything you wanted, it wasn’t like you asked for it, it was just there. The exact way it was for each of your brothers, the only difference is that you left, and when you left so did daddy’s money.

Sure, you could have asked, begged, but you didn’t need it. You maintained a job with a company up in Bozeman, that paid you more than enough to live and the thought to being debited to this place, was enough for you to live on a smaller means.

“Unlike you Trevor, I no longer live off Daddy’s money. Though since I’m being forced to stay here, I will be taking liberties. The first on being, using the damn pickup.” The rattle you made with the keys, finally setting him off.

You’d said the wrong thing before, but the fire in Trevor’s eyes hadn’t been one you’d personally seen. Before you can make a move for the door, he was on you, the whip of your head and crack of the back of his hand on your face echoing through the kitchen.

Silent rage, you couldn’t feel the pain. The heaving of your chest should have been notion enough that you were pissed. It’s not till you feel the blood running down your lip, that you realize he’d done damage.

Sure, Trevor and your father had hurt you before, but it had been a long time since they had struck you on the face. You raise your hand up, still clutching the keys and brush your fingers over you lip. The blood smears as you do, feeling an evident spilt and swelling.

No one moves, Trevor stands just in front of you, while the other three don’t do so much as comment.

The harsh laugh that falls from your lips, should scare them. You never wanted to see a pissed off woman laugh, that was common sense, but to see a pissed off Tillerson woman laughing.

They should have been running.

Acting on pure instinct your fist reals back, flying at Trevor before anyone can react. The resounding crack of his nose brings you joy, his figure doubling over sightly. Your fist already rising back, ready to maim him. You’d seen bright red and you didn’t want to stop, not when he was the one doubled over in pain.

It’s only the feeling of Luke wrapping his arms around your waist, and dragging you back from Trevor that makes you stop.

“Calm down, damn it.” It’s your father that yells, the four of your gazes snapping directly to him.

Your lips curl back in disgust, of course it wasn’t an issue if you were the one bleeding. Oh, but if anyone touches poor Trevor, the fucking world was ending.

You scoff, shaking Luke off and double check that you still have your keys. Grabbing your purse, that had fallen, you move to leave, leaning into Trevor as he tries to stop the bleeding.

Your voice as sharp as a knife, “I’m not little anymore Trev. You touch me again, and I’ll kill you.”

Pushing past him ,you brush off your shirt noticing that drops of blood had collected on it. Cursing you brother once again, you head out the door, only offering Billy a goodbye.

Walking to the truck, you can’t stop the smirk that rises on your lips. You were ready to get absolutely hammered and fall into Rhett’s bed in a tangle of limbs.

Not caring that it’s your father’s truck, or that it was in fact brand new, you peel out the drive gravel flying. Your fingers beat along the steering wheel, music blasting and windows down.

Flicking down the visor you silently thank your father, you didn’t smoke normally, but occasionally you’d light one up. Flipping open the box of Marlboro’s, you slip one between your lips. Grabbing the lighter in the cup holder, the sweet relief the nicotine gives you instantly calms your jittery limbs.

The cigarette only just brushes against the left side of your bottom lip and has you wincing, the pain finally setting in. You’d need a stiff drink to take that edge off, the glowing neon sign of the Handsome Gambler a welcomed sight.

You’d checked your lip in the mirror, grimacing slightly at the swelling and taking a wet napkin to your chin, removing the dried blood. The music can be heard before you even make it to the door, upon opening it, it increases ten-folds. Rumbling through your body and instantly soothing you. The red glowing neon of the bar was a tad obnoxious but wasn’t unbearable.

The click of your boots draw eyes to you instantly, though the only set you're looking for sits at the end of the bar. Leaning over a glass of whiskey, unfazed by his surroundings.

You don’t take time to acknowledged anyone else, your sights set and your feet carrying you without another thought in the world.

He doesn’t notice you leaning on the bar next to him, surely overthinking his last ride, and it isn’t until you grab the hat off his head that you get his attention. You’re sure that bar goes silent as the hat settles on your head, a familiar piece; one you’ve worn on many occasions.

Your hand is reaching for his whiskey before he can even comprehend that it’s you. Shooting the drink back, you rest the glass once again between his fingers and let your eyes finally meet his.

Wonder and questioning cross his face. His eyes going to your lip and your positive you see a flash of rage, before his eyes move to the hat on your head and a smug smirk settles on his lips.

“You know there’s a certain rule about stealing a cowboys hat Tilly?”

His nickname for you falling from his lip, nearly has you melting into a puddle on the ground, but you hold strong.

A hum and a nod of your head is the only recognition you given him, before moving to him. His legs opening for you like muscle memory, and your arms lacing around his neck. Your mouth resting just inches from his ear, your breath hot against him.

“And I fully intend on cashing in on those rules tonight, Abbott.”

The way his grip tightens on your waist has your toes curling in anticipation, the burning in your core igniting now that Rhett’s within your hold. Your eyes meet his and your breath catches, the blue of his eyes no longer visible. His pupils blown, watching your every move, and full of want.

It’s his hand that comes up and knocks the brim of his hat up, his eyes taking in the way your lips part as tiny soft pants fall from them.

Every time, it was like this. Like no time had passed since the last time your trembling form was under him. The way that your body became putty in his hands would have been annoying, if you didn’t like it so damn much.

No, those hands and his mouth were a God sent you were sure, or maybe hell sent. Given the way they could have you trembling like a leaf and Rhett’s name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your lip slips between your teeth, gently biting it, not caring any longer about the cut. Your stare is unwavering, neither of you paying mind to the bar surrounding you and you can’t deny the way your body craves him.

The whiskey you shot earlier didn’t come close to warming you up like he did, as his hands leave a trail of flames in their wake gently rub up your sides.

“You that needy, you have to come down here to me? Nobody work you over like me, hmm Tilly.”

You know he’ll question you later, want to know the full story. But it’s the fact that he knows just what you need to hear, the need to forget all the shit, that has you wanting to crawl up into his lap.

“No baby, I came cause I heard you needed me.”

Your hands slip into the hair at the base of his neck, lightly scratching and he can’t hide the shiver that slips up the base of his spine.

“Heard none of the bunnies could take you like I can. They're just too breakable for you.”

The tension has the both of you leaning in closer to each other, waiting for the other one to beg. You can feel Rhett’s breath hot against your lips, just barley touching, though not nearly like how you’re craving him. The need to have him flush against you, making your legs shake as tears run down your face.

Rhett caves just barely, his tongue slipping out and licking at your bottom lip. Swiping over the cut, a stinging jolt of pain and need courses through your veins. The moan that erupts from your chest, makes him smirk and pull you closer to him. Your thigh barley nudging the front of his pants, his cock hard and pulsing against the thick denim.

Glancing down, the imprint against his jeans has your core clenching and a tiny whine coming from your throat. A chuckle falls his lips, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You that needy, girl?”

Your head is nodding before you can even think to stop it. The need to be owned by Rhett, out-weighting your usually independent nature. He knew it, he always did. It was one of his favorite things about you; how you were a spitfire to anyone else, but when he pushed just right, you’d be on your knees.

The closeness in proximity to each other, leaves no room for outside interference.

You hadn’t seen her coming back from the bathroom, in her barley there shorts, and trashy boots. Though the whiny voice stating Rhett’s name pulls your gaze to the girl standing next to you.

Rhett’s vision never leaves your face, waiting to see how you’d react. He always loved to see you get territorial, and had a habit of forgetting to tell you about other girls hitting on him at the bar.

Your eyes rack up her form, your head tilling to the side as you take in her appearance. Looking back the Rhett, you see him shrug his shoulders, silently telling you to handle it.

Turning to her, the smile dropping from your face, “He’s got his hands full bunny.”

The hands once on your waist, slip down to grab your ass. Giving it a harsh squeeze, that has your legs clenching.

“I already claimed him for the night.” Her tone bitter, acting like she has made some miraculous point.

Your jaw ticks at her stupidity and the fact that she thinks that she has some claim over him.

The only person that had a claim over Rhett Abbott was you, and it always would be you.

Turning to full face her, Rhett’s hands settling on your hips, hands sneaking under your shirt.

“No bunny, you didn’t.” The tone of your voice is sharp and you’re sure the once loud bar has gone silent.

“For one, he’s a person, not an object, and “claims” can’t be made over him.” You take a step closer to her, your gaze unwavering. “Though if anyone has a claim over him, it’s me and this damn hat proves it.”

The flick of your finger against the hat, has her eyes rising to the hat resting on your head. Her eyes find yours again, and you can see the gears trying to turn in her head. Just as her mouth opens to say something; you’re quick to shut her up.

“I think you’d better leave bunny, unless you wanna find out just how I got the split lip.”

Her eyes flicker to your lip then back to your eyes, fire burning behind your gaze, and you watch as she realizes how serious you are. Her face falling and a slight fear crosses her eyes before she’s turning and walking away.

You turn back around to Rhett, a smug smirk resting on his lip. A new hunger burns in his eyes as he watches you and his hands slide back down to grab your ass.

“You put a claim on me girl?”

“I’ve had a claim on you, since that first time you fucked me behind the church.”

You can see the memory flashing through his mind, and before you realize it, he’s up and pulling you out of the bar to his pickup.

Your back hits the passenger door of his pick, your gazes watching one another. It’s you that sneaks up a hand around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. Not caring that you were the one to break this time, all you knew was that you needed Rhett like you needed air to breathe.

The clash of your lips against one another, stings slightly against your split lip, but the way Rhett’s leg slots between your knees has you forgetting.

It’s when Rhett nips at your bottom lip that has you cursing. Rhett’s fast to pull back, his eyes dropping to your lip and that anger from earlier reappears.

“Who the fuck did it?” the question leaves no room for you to evade it. Trapped within his arms and his hard gaze.

“Trevor.” His name taste like acid on your tongue and your sure Rhett doesn’t miss the way your grimace.

The hands at your hip tighten, surely causing bruises, and your hands drop to rub Rhett’s shoulders. A silent gesture from you, telling him that you’re okay.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” And the heat between you is forgotten by him. The only thing incasing him now, was his anger aimed directly at your brother.

Rhett feels the way his breath picks up, he knew that your family was a bunch of assholes and that you all fought religiously. Hell, he’d been there for a few of them when you were both still in high school.

But to hear that Trevor had physically put his hands on you, set off something entirely new within him.

He doesn’t hear you; a ringing has started in his ears, and he can’t stop the replaying imagery in his mind of Trevor hitting you. He’s making his way around the pick-up and climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Tilly get in.” His voice is harsh and has you climbing in quickly.

Before you know it, he’s pulling from the parking spot and heading back towards both of your homes.

“Rhett what are you thinking?” though you don’t receive an answer, the sound of gravel underneath the tire’s echoes through the cab.

You can see the steam rolling off him and though you should be scared, you know that Rhett would never hurt you. The split in the road ahead is looming, one to the Abbott Ranch and the other to your families.

Looking over to Rhett you can see his hands shaking in rage. Reaching over you take one of his hands from the steering wheel and hold it against your lips. Giving his knuckles repeated kisses, as his gaze settles on your face.

“Pull over baby.” Your voice is soft and not demanding, though you know that Rhett will listen to your gentle request.

The truck stops in the middle of the road, and you can see a storm rising up against the mountains. Much like the one that is clearly racking through Rhett’s mind, he’s eyes look back to your eyes, watching the way you continually kiss his knuckles.

A shuttered breath leaves his lips, and his head is bowing down into his chest. His voice quiet, but you still hear him.

“He hit you.” The shake and pain in his voice is clear as day. “He put his fucking hands on you, and they did nothing.”

His face snaps to you, as you go to correct him, words failing you. His gaze proves that he already knows the truth.

“Okay, so they did nothing. What’s new?” The laugh that leaves you is more strained than you planned, “I got a good hit in though, think I broke his nose.”

Rhett watches you as you tell him, a chuckle leaves his lips at your comment. The hand you’d been kissing, raising to brush against your cheek.

“My Girl.”

Such wonder and love in his tone, his eyes showing nothing but pride in you. The feeling rattles you to your core. You and Rhett had broken things off, but that didn’t mean you stopped loving him.

The look he’s giving you, makes it seem like he still loved you too. You’re up and climbing across the truck before you can seconded guess the decision.

Climbing over into his lap, needing to be next to him, to feel him and know that he was with you.

He welcomes you, grabbing your hips to settle your thighs on either side of his lap. One hand coming to rest on your cheek, grazing the split in your lip once again.

“He deserves so much more than just a fucking broken nose.” You nuzzle into his palm, placing kisses into it.

“And you would have killed him without a seconded thought?” Your laugh is silenced, as Rhett straightens your face to look at him.

“I’d burn the fucking world to the ground for you Tilly.” The way he says it, causes your core to clench.

A commandment of love, without actually saying the words.

You know that he would, but hearing the rasp and seriousness in his voice, made you feel like you were about to combust.

Your lips surge forward, kissing him in the only way you know how to express your feelings. You needed him and you didn’t care if you were in the middle of a public road. You needed him to quench the burning in your core. To make you scream his name, to feel his length hit that spongy little spot that only he reached.

Your need for him, drowning out the pain in your lip.

Your teeth clashed against one another, Rhett’s hand rising up to knock the hat off your head. His hand settling at the back of your hair, pulling you down harder into him. His hip bucking slightly as you grind down against his hard length, pressing into you through the two layers of denim.

The harsh tug on your hair has your head dropping back and an airy moan falling from your lips. Rhett’s lips trail down your neck, wet open mouth kisses left in his wake.

You’d missed this, the way that only he knew your body.

And just like every time, his lips settle over the junction of your neck and collarbone, teasing and biting the spot.

Your hips push down harder, your core burning with need, his lips never leave your neck. Marking you as his own. No one would question if you were together by the end of the night, he was gonna make sure of it.

It’s the nip of his teeth, that has you let out a loud moan, and your hips moving on their own accord. His hands falling to your ass, pushing, and pulling you.

“Atta girl, let me hear you.”

A whine breaks through your lips at the praise, keening in delight. The cab of the truck getting entirely too hot, and Rhett’s hands find the bottom of your shirt tugging it over your head.

Your lips finding each other again, tastes of whiskey and mint reach your lips, your tongue teasing his bottom lip.

His hands grasping and running over your unclothed top, hands slipping behind you and flicking the clasp of your bra.

Your eyes meet each other, time slowing. Your hands hold your bra in place, Rhett’s hands raising to trace your arms. His fingers slipping into the straps, to tug them down softy. His mouth descending to your collarbone, kissing over the tops of your breast.

Your back arches, your hips lifting slightly, chasing his tongue. He laughs at you softy, before striping your bra completely from your body.

A low groan leaves his lips, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” His hand rising to cup one breast, thumb grazing your nipple. A shiver consumes your body, as your nipple erects in the cool air. “Such a pretty girl for me.”

He smirks at you, a teasing look that has you whining and your hands pulling his head down.

“So fuckin’ needy.”

The only reply falling from your lips is a moan, as his lips wrap around the bud. His other hand coming up to tug on the other. Your hands raking through his hair, tugging him forward, the tug of his teeth on you makes your head drop back. Your eyes falling shut, enjoying the way Rhett encompasses you.

He works your body over, still full clothed in front of you, and yet has you begging for release.

Quiet pleas fall from your lips, your need consuming every inch of your body.

“Please. Need it, Rhett. Need you.”

His hips buck up into you, and a high-pitched whine leaves you. Your hands moving to paw at his shirt, the need to feel him, is the only thought coursing through your mind.

You try to unbutton his shirt, but you can’t seem to process it. An upset whine from you, has Rhett’s hands replacing yours, getting the shirt off far quicker than you could.

Your hands falling to trace along his stomach, a smile gracing your lips, and you’re leaning in to kiss him.

Pressing into to him, needing the feel of his skin pressed against your own. The kiss far more than just that, Rhett’s hands rising to cradle your face, and, in that moment, you know you can’t leave him again.

He was as much a part of you, as your need to breath. Without him; it was like you’d been under water, your surrounding muffled. Being back; was like you were experiencing the world again, like you’d been gasping for air, and he was that first breath.

“Need you, Tilly.” The hand cradling your face, has his thumb tracing along your bottom lip. Gently tugging it down, you nipping as his thumb, your gaze never leaving one another.

“Let me have you.” The look in his eyes, pleading for you. Not for just a fuck; but you, wholly.

“I’m yours, Abbott.” Kissing him softy, leaning back to mutter against his lips. “Only ever been yours.”

He sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes watching you, silently questioning you. Waiting for you to laugh in his face, to tell him you didn’t mean it.

“I’m serious Rhett, —” Your voice cracks slightly as you watch him, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through your body. “I — I’m not leaving you again. I can’t.”

You're afraid that tears might fall, the events of the night weighing on you. You know that Rhett loves you, you don’t need to hear it, he’d showed you how he did your whole life.

“I love you so fuckin’ much Tilly, never been anyone else. Not even with you gone.” Your breath is sucked from your chest when he mutters it. Your eyes shocked and questioning. “No one else baby, not even the bunnies.”

The revelation has you surging forward in need, finding out that he had always been yours, sets your skin a flame. Your hands fall to this belt buckle, tugging it undone, as he works at your jeans. The both of you curse as Rhett gets your jeans unzipped, but can’t lower them down your legs. You rise up, ripping them and your panties down your legs, and throwing them into the back of the truck.

Rhett laughs as you do it, your friendship and teasing spilling through the tension momentarily.

“Don’t laugh a me.” Your voice is teasing as you say it, loving the ways his laugh is so carefree. “Now get those off.” You motion to his jeans, more than ready to feel all of him against you.

“Yes Ma’am.”

He pulls them down quickly; a groan leaving his lips at his hard cock snaps up to rest against his tone stomach. The tip red and dripping with precum, your hand reaching out to stroke him.

His length pulses in your palm and you can’t stop the way you bite your lip. The need to taste him overwhelming; the need to have him groaning under your touch.

His eyes move down to glance at your dripping heat, his hands reaching out to grab you instantly. Fingers tracing down your hip bones and up your thighs, teasing you, your cunt clenching down in anticipation.

“Touch me, please Rhett.”

As the last syllable of his name leaves your lips, his fingers ghost along your slit. Slipping into you slightly, then pulling out to graze your clit. Your hips buck as he does it.

Rhett’s other hand comes up to rest on your hip, holding you in place.

“Hold still.” The bite in his tone pulls at your core, his eyes watching your reaction. Gaging just how far he can push you, and when you bite your lip, his hold on you tightens a bit more.

“You gonna be my good girl?”

The way your eyes snap up to him, slightly glazed over, and the hurried nod you give him, makes him let out a low groan.

His fingers slipping back into your tight channel, nudging that spongy little spot, barely grazing it. Your hips drop farther onto his lap, working to feel him just a bit deeper and when they don’t, you’re crying out.

“Need your cock.” The burning in your core insufferable; and making your mind hazy.

“Take it darlin’.” His nose nudges against your own, lips barley touching.

“Take what’s yours, baby.”

Heat surrounds you, your mind lost in need, and you’re moving to hover over his cock as he finishes the sentence. Your mind only clearing up slightly, looking up into his eyes.

“There’s never been anyone else for me either.”

And you’re sinking down around him.

Those eight months apart, make it feel like he might break you. Your legs tremble, your heat stretching and you’re cursing out.

Your head drops back as a gasp falls from your lips. His cock hitting that little spot perfectly. Too deep, but not deep enough.

A string of breathy whines fall from your lips, and Rhett swears you’ve never looked prettier.

Eye’s glazed over, lips unable to form words, so fucked out, and all you’ve done it sit on his cock.

His hips buck up just sightly, and you’re dropping forward leaning against his chest, mumbling incoherently.

“So, fucking tight for me baby.” His hips buck once more, enjoying the reaction from you. Like his cock has broken your mind, leaving you to be his perfect little doll. “Such a good pussy baby.”

The praise has you keening against his chest, your hips rising up slightly, before dropping back down. Your heat clenching around him, like a vice, his own head dropping back to rest against the seat.

“That’s it baby, take what you need.”

His words spur you on, hands resting on his shoulders as your repeatedly rise and fall on his length. Your hands move to the back of his hair and pull him forward. Needing to feel his lips on you, the pace of your hips speed up.

The burning in your core only rising. Mouths barely touching each other, as breathy whines fall from your lips, working to keep yourself upright.

A particular hard thrust from Rhett has your head dropping back and a loud moan to leaving your body.

Rhett’s lips surge forward, working on your neck as your fingers dig into his scalp. Tugging and pulling his hair as you climb higher.

He can’t hold himself any longer, grasping your hips he pulls you up off himself only slightly. Before you can even register what’s going on, Rhett’s got the center console up and you laid out stretching across the seats.

His eyes watch the way your chest rises in hurried breaths, how he’s got you laid out before him like a god damn feast.

He’s sinking back into you, grabbing both your legs, and wrapping them around his waist. Fucking into you at a feverish speed, your hands above you, grasping the door handle. White knuckled and crying out every time Rhett surges forward.

The heat within your core becoming all too much as he fucks you. Hips snapping, and hitting that little spot, that has tears gathering in your eyes.

“Please, need it.”

Your babbling uncontrollable, body withering underneath Rhett.

“I’ve got you Tilly.” The snapping of his hips speeding up, and his hand reaching up to cradle your face. Your wild eyes silently beg him for more, anything to push you over the end.

His own release, tittering on the edge. He needed you to come first though, need it to see his girl fall apart on his cock.

To feel your cunt clench down on his cock, as you screamed out his name.

A sharp whine leaves your lips and Rhett feels you clench around him. His hand resting on your face, thumb stroking your cheek, waiting to give you that final push.

Your eyes fall to each other, silently begging.

“Let go baby, daddy’s got you.”

You tumble over the edge, hands grasping at Rhett. Cunt clenching around him, as his own hips stutter.

“Wanna feel you daddy. Need to feel your cum.” Your voice is breathy, as you clench around him even tighter.

Rhett’s hands fall to rest by your head, hips stilling as he coats your walls. His hips slowly fucking into you, coating you completely.

Claiming you as his, and his alone.

His face rests in your neck, as he feathers gentle kisses across your neck and jaw. Causing you to giggle, when he kisses behind your ear.

The both of you enjoy the feeling of each other, needing this moment of peace in each other’s presence.

Rhett pulls away slightly and your hand holds onto his cheek as he stares into your eyes. Love seeping from them, and incasing the both of you.

There would never be anyone else for you, he was it.

Your first love, your best friend, and the man you wanted to marry. How you stayed away for so long eluded you, but you wouldn’t be doing it again.

“I love you, Rhett Abbott.”

#Tilly #rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #outer range fic #outer range #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbot x y/n Tillerson #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #gingy writes #gingy library #gingy #sweetlittlegingy writes

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kynimdraws · 1 month

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GO GET HIM!!

Another part of the Runeterra K'sante/Yone hc verse stuff....I suppose I will have to continue to give them something to be happy for idk

Yone design ref for this verse can be seen in detail here

To see the other previous parts go here (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3)

The process of acting like a human again was arduous. Before, the azakana had sustained him, made him forgo the usual human necessities like sleeping, eating, taking care of himself between fighting....and more. Not unlike how a child has to learn the ways of the world.

Of course, his body was still not completely...normal. Having a spiritual parasite did leave his mark, as he found out that he still could unbind his soul from his body (initially this was all random and involuntary, but later he found out how to channel it by will). His left eye, while ruined and blind to the material world, could still see things from the spirit realm.

It was also nice that K'sante stayed around to just keep an eye on him, making sure he rested and ate. Keeping him company through bouts of nightmares and emotional outbursts he had after suppressing them for so long to starve off the azakana residing in the old mask.

Disorienting and traumatic as this all was, Yone was grateful for the second chance at life. It also didn't hurt that his friend (or was it more...a companion?....travel partner? He was too afraid to mull over this for long) had stayed with him to help. He felt guilty for feeling this selfish, but he allowed himself to have that.

Of course, even the good things had to end. K'sante had visited all the places he wanted to go, learned a great deal of things, and his home needed him. When K'sante announced that he would leave for the Navori harbor in a week, Yone's world seemed to shatter with the news. Yes, he had known K'sante would eventually go back, but it seemed to be something that would happen far later...not this soon.

K'sante does notice Yone looking down, and ever considerate, he gives him an offer.

"You know, if you want to...you can come with me."

Yone mulls over this, looking at the masks that he had collected over the years as an azakana hunter, including the one that used to curse his face. There was still so many azakana left in the world, and Yone did vow to rid Ionia of them...

...but was this something he had to do? After dedicating his "un-life" to that cause and then getting his humanity back, Yone was not sure. And leaving home.... felt daunting.

"I... don't know."

K'sante is disappointed by the answer, but smiles in understanding. The two spend time together before the departure date, traveling back to Navori to meet Sett and other friends K'sante had made there. K'sante introduces Yone to them, and Yone does find himself enjoying their company (in small doses).

On the day of the departure, Yone does come over to bid K'sante farewell. As K'sante boards the ship headed southward to Bel'zhun...he suddenly is stopped by a voice.

"Wait."

K'sante feels someone tug at his sleeve, and already knows who it is. Smiling, he turns around to see Yone awkwardly trying to avoid looking at K'sante while tightly gripping onto his coat.

".............Before, I hunted through a storm of darkness, but now....will you let me follow you like a wayward gale?"

K'sante is initially confused by Yone's words, but then laughs after he realizes what he is saying. He brings Yone to a tight hug, surprising the other man with the sudden act.

"You can be the deadliest desert storm, and I would happily accept you. Of course!"

For the first time in his life, Yone feels...free. Was this how his brother felt when he forgave him? He too had left Ionia afterwards.

Now, it was his turn to fly.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#yone #k'sante #league of legends #hunter and the mask verse #k'yone #yosante #IM SORRY I GOT A LOT OF PPL ENJOYING THIS SO HERE IT IS....#kyleeart #Hunter and the Mask verse Story

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snazzyladreal · 10 months

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Random dee twin headcanons pt.2

Part 1 here

They both have the waddle dee ‘walk in a linear path’ instinct that causes them to just kinda wander around, head 99% empty

they have gotten lost this way(lost in that no one else could find them, they somehow always get back home mostly unharmed)

Now whenever that’s about to happen, Dedede just holds Bandee in the crook of his arm so they can’t go anywhere

they were born in a small village kinda hidden in the hills, but sometime when they were like 2-5 years old it burnt down somehow

they were the only known survivors

you’ll never guess who saved them

Morpho Knight itself took them out of the wreckage and left them in a place where another village could take them in

they both suppressed the memories and have ptsd 👍

also Bandee has a small head scar from the fire

now for a tone shift

Bandee knows several different languages and sometimes switches languages mid conversation to fuck with people

he can and will call you a dumbass in several languages

Sailor is just the smartest on the Halberd, still dumb but has the most common sense and knows the most about mechanics

in the Kirby Clash games, they’re basically the last ‘normal/basic’ waddle dees left

also they’re more directly kinda adopted by Morpho

you can see Sailor running after a butterfly in the background, it’s the grim reaper playing with it’s technically adopted daughter fight me

Kirby once bought a toy mouse to see what Bandee would do

cat like things happened

in general - waddle dees have a weird ass behavior mix of dogs, cats, and donkeys, and it is very confusing but cute

Bandee has some chronic fatigue symptoms, it’s pretty much the only reason they actually rest at all

Most common is just resting more and having headaches, tho they can also get brain fog

Sailor can hyperfixate on working(on machines) for so long that they’ve passed out before

Her ‘record’ is 11 hours basically completely renovating/fixing Heavy Lobster

It is a problem

Sailor started having flashbacks when she was the last one on the Halberd

Bandee had a bad time when Waddle Dee Twin was destroyed

and the Forgo Dedede battle-

they do get through it tho because Bandee’s a badass who’s been through therapy

and I can’t come up with anymore rn so enjoy lmao

#snazz’s headcanons #bandana waddle dee #bandana dee #sailor dee #sailor waddle dee #super kirby clash #team kirby clash deluxe #kirby headcanons #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #snazz screams #enjoy ig

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hey-michael-young-history · 4 months

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Day 19: Hyperemesis Gravidarum

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For Hanzo.

Kuai Liang sighed. He summoned as much strength as he could, reached up, and flushed the toilet.

For Hanzo. He deserves…

His stomach lurched as he pushed himself away. Smelling the thick bile was hard enough. If he had to see it go down, he wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the week.

Kuai Liang pushed himself back until he hit the wall, then rested against the cool tile. It felt so nice against his clammy skin. It felt so nice to rest. He only needed a moment. His throat was sore, his stomach felt watery and he was so tired.

He was so tired.

When he opened his eyes, he did feel a bit better. It was dark in the bathroom and there was a blanket over him.

Hanzo.

Kuai Liang removed the blanket and slowly rose. The room was saturated with his Alpha’s pheromones. While that usually soothed Kuai Liang, right now, it made him unsettled. Anxious. Dizzy.

Nauseated.

He just needed to get to bed. As apprehensive as he still felt about sleeping in a bed, he knew that if Hanzo found him sleeping outside of the bed, he wouldn’t let it go. Kuai Liang felt like enough of a problem already.

He entered their bedroom, where the smell of Hanzo only grew stronger, a bouquet of strength and tenderness and warmth and…

Too much. Too many different smells, making his stomach lurch.

“My treasure.” Hanzo’s voice was a heavy murmur as his arms came around Kuai Liang, guiding him to their bed.

Almost. He should have known. Hanzo’s omnipresence was something he'd never escape, now that they were bound together through a bite.

And this thing inside him.

“I am fine,” Kuai Liang insisted hoarsely. His throat ached with every vibration of his vocal cords and his stomach begged him to stop talking.

Hanzo’s frown deepened. “Yes, I know.”

He sat on the bed, easing Kuai Liang next to him. “I know that you can forgo eating for quite a long time. My concern is for our child.”

He pulled Kuai Liang’s face against his neck. “How long has this been going on?”

“A few days.”

“Kuai Liang.”

“If you know the answers, why do you patronize me with your questions?” The cryomancer asked, standing.

He wanted to be on the bed. Every day that he spent… like this… made him give in more and more to his desire to just be somewhere warm and soft.

But not in front of Hanzo. He was worried enough about this child. Kuai Liang could handle himself. He wouldn’t add to his Alpha’s troubles.

“I can prepare some tea,” Hanzo offered.

His brow furrowed in concern as Kuai Liang turned with his hand over his mouth. “Or perhaps we should retire for the evening.”

“Yes,” Kuai Liang agreed, fighting the heartburn crawling up his chest.

He clutched his throat and gave a low sigh. There was nothing in his stomach, but he couldn’t risk getting sick in bed. As comfortable as it looked… it wasn’t worth it. No one would bother him on the floor.

He touched the duvet. When he slept on the floor, he didn’t deserve to have such nice bedding. But there was a pull in his body. An itch at the thought of not having it that was irritating and confusing. He didn’t belong in the bed but Hanzo’s child deserved some comfort.

Hanzo watched Kuai Liang’s fingers move across the duvet. He needed sleep. He needed to eat, but the sour scent that clung to him explained why he didn’t bother. Hanzo could see his mind working. Kuai Liang was his Omega. His pregnant Omega, no matter how uncomfortable the adage made him feel. The only thing a pregnant Omega should concern themselves with was their child.

The sickness Kuai Liang was struggling with had gone on for weeks now. Chiyoko warned them of morning sickness but he was feeling ill at all times of day. His body was going into overdrive, trying to mask the acidity of his scent with a cloying perfume that got the attention of every Alpha he passed.

The looks told Hanzo that it wasn’t normal. He wasn’t allowed to be near Harumi during her pregnancy, though he obsessed over every stray whiff of her that he caught. He didn’t know much but he knew that his wife loved being pregnant. Kuai Liang refused to even say the word.

Another curse put on him by yet another Alpha.

Enough. Hanzo finally tore the duvet off the bed and tossed their pillows and sheets to the floor. Kuai Liang watched, though the bitter ash of anger was weakly emitting through his pheromones.

“Hanzo–”

“It is fine if you wish to sleep here but only on the condition that you nest first,” he insisted.

Relief touched the cryomancer’s shoulders as he lowered his crossed arms and took a pillow. His nesting still left much to be desired but Hanzo waited patiently as he established the area and set to work. His nest was large and empty, bare in some spots, overflowing with poorly folded sheets in others. He looked at Hanzo expectantly, yet another thing the Alpha was getting used to.

Nesting was an Omega thing. An Alpha’s approval in the matter should mean nothing to them.

“It’s perfect, my treasure.” Hanzo answered with admiration and love, as he always did. “May I enter?”

Kuai Liang nodded, as he always did, and allowed Hanzo to embrace him. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for building it for us.” He wasn’t sure if his Omega heard him; he was falling against Hanzo far too easily. He pulled Kuai Liang closer and eased them into a more comfortable position.

Getting him to eat would be his next task. But for now, rest would do them both good.

—--

Hanzo fell asleep to the drone of Kuai Liang purring against his chest, but it wasn’t long before the feeling was gone and the sound was replaced by a heavy coughing fit.

He opened his eyes and saw his Omega sitting up, doubled over with his hand over his mouth.

“Shh, shh, come,” Hanzo whispered. He tried to pull Kuai Liang along but he refused to budge. He thought for a moment, then pushed the coughing man down on his left side and rubbed his back. “This is your nest. You are safe here. If you need to make a mess here, it's fine.”

He waited for Kuai Liang to recover from the dry heaving before getting a damp washcloth and wiping his face and his mouth. The washcloth felt amazing and the opportunity to rinse out his mouth was one he hadn’t thought to take.

“Thank you,” he rasped.

“You're so ill that there is nothing to expel,” Hanzo sighed. “When was your last meal?”

Kuai Liang had no intention of answering that question. But then Hanzo pulled his head against his chest and started stroking his hair and he felt such relief that he would have confessed anything to keep it going. “I– I had a glass of milk some time ago…”

He wondered if Hanzo always smelled this good, if his pheromones were always so warm and enticing. He grabbed Hanzo’s waist and pulled him so close that he could barely breathe. Hanzo was his air. His pheromones were all the food Kuai Liang needed.

It had been so long since he felt such peace. He wondered why he ran from this.

Hanzo sighed again and kept stroking his Omega’s hair. Kuai Liang’s purr was almost deafening and it was lulling his Alpha into a sinking slumber. If this was how his family needed to rest, Hanzo would facilitate it.

For now.

—---

The sun invaded the nest and forced Kuai Liang to open his eyes. The canopy was too thin, he realized.

He wasn’t surprised that Hanzo wasn't there, but it didn't make the hollowness of sudden solitude any easier. He rolled over, preparing to stand.

But the entire room rolled with him.

But as quickly as the nausea came, it dissipated. And he smelled something new.

Something light. Sweet. Marshmallows? He immediately purred and heard a chuckle over him as someone rubbed his back and continued flooding him with these safe, sweet pheromones.

“You have hyperemesis, my dear. Likely hyperemesis gravidarum,” came the whisper of a familiar voice. “Hanzo told me that you can barely move without feeling sick. We just need to get you hydrated…”

Hanzo’s pheromones made him feel sick but Chiyoko’s were filling his body with simple joy and awarmth. A small smile. Short hair. He was small and she was so warm…

“You… smell…”

“I hope it is a comfort to you,” She said softly. “You and the beautiful child we’re all waiting to meet.”

“It’s… killing me…” he murmured.

“I’m sure it feels that way,” she said, helping him stand. “But I know you are much stronger than you credit yourself for.”

“My strength… is in fighting. Killing,”

“Your view of yourself will change once your little one opens their eyes and sees you for the first time.”

He didn't argue with her as she led him out of their room. Nothing that carried his cursed bloodline could be good. The very thought brought his stomach to his throat.

“You will recover.”

Kuai Liang looked up and saw Hanzo, as fierce, determined, and confident as ever. “And our family will be complete.”

Despite himself, Kuai Liang smiled. It was a dangerous thought, but one that settled his stomach at least for the moment.

My family will be complete.

#mk omegaverse #subscorp #mpreg #31 days of Christmas!#STILL CHRISTMAS #Rusty with tags but determined to finish

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veveisveryuncool · 6 months

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so, i was wondering about that mirror AU. first off i wanna say, i really like the designs. but i did have a few questions.

So first off, for Magolor, you say he's basically blind but it looks like he has an eye in his mouth like the original soul version. Is that not an eye or am I just going crazy?

Secondly, You mentioned how Adeline is the most normal of them. So are all the characters basically insane and if so, how would you say they rank on the sanity scale?

And finally, and I just have to ask this being a fan of both these characters, but you mentioned that Magolor has someone to help guide him, being blind. Is there by any chance that this seeing-eye jester you mentioned happens to be Marx?

ohhh hi!! tysm for asking about this! i'm really glad people took an interest in those mirror world counterparts, it means a lot :]]

ok, to start, i'm gonna talk about adeleine and sanity :D (since the two magolor questions tie in with each other and bc i like talking about her)

here is the "sanity" scale! i put this in quotes because they are all a little bit insane in their own ways <3

adeleine is the "most normal" here, not because she is mentally sane, but because she basically lives the same life she had pre-DL3 (living alone in cloudy parks, surrounded by her living discarded WIPs, having various temper tantrums). obviously, she still plays a role in the mirror-world version of 64:CS, but she let the whole "shiver star oh my god. earth is dead. humans are gone and i'm the only one left" thing completely take over her psyche. she stays up in the clouds, desperately trying to remember life on earth, and maybe– just maybe, convince herself that she's not alone.

magolor is doing surprisingly okay here?? like, sure he barely managed to scrape his way out of purgatory, and now has the remains of his wrongdoings etched into his body, but he's taking it like a champ 👍👍 he denies what happened to him was his fault (even when it totally was), and because of it, his AD experience was ramped up to 11. he feels no remorse for his betrayal, and instead no longer fights kirby simply because he gave up trying. he's also got the whole..eye and crown thing going on. so.

elfilin is next, with him basically being confined to the Pickle Jar. he's trapped in his own mind (forever wandering the isolated isles) and just kinda floats there, waiting for something to save him from an eternity of chaos. i put him above adeleine because of the situation that leads him there in the first place. since the initial splitting of elfilis/elfilin was a lot more messy, it means that they're stuck in a yin-yang scenario. instead of completely good, elfilin is mostly good, and that sliver of darkness increased his susceptibility to fecto forgo, drawing him to lab discovera. the beast pack captures him and tries to fuse him with forgo, but because of the discordance, it's taking a lot longer. the "good" part of elfilin hangs on, trapped in his dreams and slowly losing his grip, which is represented by his constant crying of the blood cell-like orbs from chaos elfilis' fight.

ribbon is. not doing so hot here. not only is she on the verge of breaking (mentally and physically), she has essentially isolated herself to complete an impossible mission. since the crystal was smashed into thousands upon thousands of pieces, she'll likely spend the rest of her life searching for each shard. she wallows in guilt and self-depreciation (even though it's not her fault!!), and is also fighting off dark matter possession at any given point. her will is strong, but how long can she last?

okay!! magolor time!!

magolor's seeing-eye jester is indeed marx! (though he will kill you if you call him that) while mirror-marx is even less of a good choice to befriend than normal marx, their friendship still upholds :]

while yeah, magolor does have a huge-ass eye in his mouth, it's not him that's doing the seeing. the visual information goes straight to the master crown, if this makes sense.

the master crown's power has dulled, now forming a symbiotic relationship with him. magolor provides the crown with a body to host, and the crown's magic allows him survive AD, basic perception (he's not gonna run into a tree anytime soon, but can't read or see faces), and a huge ego boost.

#cw body horror #just in case #i think about these guys a lot #put them through the blender #mirror marx is in there but barely #anyways this is a marx with zero inhibitions. normally his pranks are harmless if not self driven. but mirror marx wants blood.#hes also oddly polite here #kirby series #adeleine kirby #ribbon kirby #elfilin #magolor #marx kirby #ask

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Good Day For It Thugs x Fem!Reader || Headcanons

Topic: You're the femme fatale of the group (a.k.a the only lady travelling with these thugs ).

Warnings: Sexual references.

Tagging: @slxsherwriter

First of all, Lyle is not part of the gang 😅 He's the leader- so he's kinda removed. He has his own car, and he always gets a motel room but you guys don't (it depends on how much money you guys have at any point-- but h e will a l w a y s get one) and have to sleep in your (one) car. You're his thugs. So he's not really gonna be in these hc's; we're gonna focus on Norman, Dale and Wayne.

When you're introduced to the group (by Lyle), it takes a few months close-quarters with them for you to go from 'a pretty little thing for them to look at' to 'sister in arms'. And it's hard, and it's annoying, because you're not into any of them that way (okay. Maybe one. But shhh!)- but when they finally relax around you and stop acting like dumbasses around you (this is more Dale and Wayne acting like dumbasses, of course- but Norman does have his own subtle way, too), it's good ^^

After that, living with them constantly, is pretty smooth sailing! ⛵⛵⛵. ... pfft.

What I mean, is its pretty smooth sailing... in comparison XD Now you're struggling the same way the others are XD Which is a lot better then the misogynistic horny boneheaded bullshit you were getting from them before... but still not great XD

I said before that Lyle will always get the motel room while y'all sleep in the car- but what if you do have money for you guys to have accommodation also?? What if you have money for more then 2 rooms, even?? Enough for one each! ?... Well you still have to share with Norman, Dale and Wayne. Yeah. Lyle's not coughing up the cash for even a suit. 2 single beds, a couch and a rollaway is the extent of what your budget will allow you guys.

And these are not gentlemen here that we're talking about. No, no 😅 They will not offer you one of the beds just cuz you're a 'lady'- you're gonna have to fight for it with Wayne and Dale. (Norman always gets one of them- he outranks the 3 of you).

These arguments usually go on for as long as the drive is to the motel (thoroughly annoying Norman), and then it's just whoever plants themselves on it first 😅😅😅 So its usually you or Dale (Wayne's slow). The car comes to a stop and then you both fly out of the car and argue at the door until Norman comes back with the keys to unlock it, then race towards the bed like 2 bats out of hell.

Dale will also race you to the shower. Sometimes you guys are on the road for days and by the time you reach a rest stop you are SCREAMING for a hot shower. Dale isn't, but he likes to annoy you so he'll try to beat you there and lock himself in for EVER-

Alternatively, Dale will not be bothered to annoy you and he'll forgo a shower. Wayne will do the same thing, he doesn't care. At that point you will have to step in, like "boys, your natural masculine musk is not as sexy as you think- get in the goddamn shower" .

One time when Dale annoyed the fuck out of you: Dale, you are young, virile man. If you don't shut the fuck up, I will take your 2 chances at creating an heir and c r u s h them-

Now- Dale is good for some things, though XD He's the only guy who's happy to help you with your 'feminine shit'. At first he was bored by it, just helping you cuz he had nothing else to do in the mornings, but now he kinda likes the chill time with you. He'll hold up mirrors for you while you do your make up and tell you if you're smudged or uneven, he'll spray the back of your head with dry shampoo and tell you if you still have white stuff showing after you ruffled it in. He'll also curiously look through your make up bag, his fingerless glove covered fingers flicking over everything you have, like oh. THATS what that does... huh.

**for y'all who have periods: As for feminine hygiene, you are totally on your own. Norman usually does the grocery shopping (no one else can be bothered, and besides they can't be trusted to get the right things) so you have to make it your business to go with him and get your shit, because he will not get it for you. Even if it's on the list. He doesn't wanna be seen in the aisle (coward 🙄). If you were his girlfriend, be would do it, but you're not 🤷‍♀️ so he won't 🤷‍♀️. Too bad.

When you're on jobs with them you're usually either partnered up with Norman or Wayne (unless you're doing your Femme Fatale Thing, obviously). Usually Wayne. Because SOMEONE has to keep his loose-canon, zero-subtlety ass from fucking up the plan 😅😆😆 You two are usually on look-out, so you have to keep him from getting his gun out or slipping away to do something not apart of the plan!!

You have chucked your legs over his lap to keep him in his chair before, seeing the evil fuck-up glimmer in his eyes. Like don't you dare. Stay put. I swear to god-

You can also distract him by bringing a pen with you and playing little games of tic tac toe on napkins.

Whenever you notice him staring at a woman, you're immediately just like 'no, no, you have nothing to offer that nice lady. you are old and stiff everywhere except the one place you should be, now get back to work grandpa- '

... he also spits in cups. You're trying to ween him off of that.

OH! ANOTHER THING YOU HAVE TO RACE DALE (and Wayne) FOR-- THE PASSENGER SEAT IN THE CAR! We see them do it in the movie, and Wayne is so slow (the man is old, let him be), so again- your main competition is Dale XD And it's crucial you get that front seat sometimes, too, because sometimes you are sleeping in the car and passenger seat is the optimal position, as Norman (The driver, obviously) very much keeps to his space when he snoozes- hands in his lap or crossed over his chest, not spreading out or anything-- but Dale and Wayne do not.

If you end up sharing the back with Dale he's gonna be playfully kicking you and pushing you to get more of the back seat for himself (well- playfully for him. It's fun for him. Not so much for you 😒. Kick him back, if you dare. Norman will get frustrated with you both and possibly lock you both outta the car for the night but come on! Dale's asking for it!!- XD). If you end up sharing with Wayne (Which 90% of the time, you do) it can go 1 of 2 ways. Either he just crosses his arms, slouches down and conks out- or he gets handsy. If he does get that way, Norman has given you the reserved right to kick the old man out for the night (I have the best mental image of him literally toppling backwards out of the car after you kick him XD ). Either way though, Wayne's happy to have you stretch out over him if you want XD Legs over his lap? Head in his lap?? He don't mind~~~ 😂😂

If Lyle ever tried to offer you up to a guy as if to 'sweeten' a deal (like saying you're happy to spend the night with the man as a show of a good business~~ yeck)???? I'd like to think Norman would stand up for you and have a private talk with his brother about it. Try to get you out of it. This isn't your job.

You help Norman trim his beard!!! XD Aghhh 💕. You stand in front of him in the bathroom of a motel or you do it in the front seats of the car, and you carefully use little clippers to neaten it up. He's very stoic, standing/sitting with his chin raised high so you can reach all of his beard. Often times he's thinking; he's got a lot to think about. Sometimes though he talks to you, and you love chatting with Norman. He's more relaxed then the other two, and more mature.

Actually you end up sharing bathroom time with Norman a lot. Because you don't have a lotta time, it just makes sense that you share 'shifts' (and you certainly will not be sharing with Wayne). Norman doesn't really pay that much attention to you when you're in there brushing your teeth together, or hiding behind the shower curtain shaving your legs- he's pretty respectful and leaves you be.

(Wayne also asks you to help him with his beard but with him its just an excuse to get you close so you don't bother XD )

Hum hum hum... something about borrowing clothes from them. It's not romantic, or sexual, it's just that none of you have had the chance to hit a laundromat in a while and you don't have anything near clean to wear!! So you take a white long-sleeve from Dale's bag to sleep in, or Norman throws you an old button up of his that you tuck into your jeans and wear to do laundry, or you grab a random hoodie out of the car cuz its freezing and it turns out to be Wayne's. Whatever.

When you guys f i n a l l y have your hands on some good cash and get to go shopping, you try every time to get Wayne to update his wardrobe. "You could be so handsome if you just dressed better!!" "Psh, come on. I- " "Just try on the coat!! Please 🥺" "I don't need new clothes! Look, they're fine!- " "I am looking, and you look like you just broke out of a federal prison- they are not fine!" "Oh would you look at that- (items you like) are on sale over there." "What?- " *you look away for a moment and Wayne ducks behind a rack before slipping out of the store*

Norman on the other hand... is very open to your fashion suggestions! XD He's happy to have you come browse with him and pick things for him to try on. You two casually chat and discuss certain styles, and he values your opinion. A lot of his wardrobe now is stuff you okay-ed.

With Dale... he just really doesn't care XD If you think he'll look good in something then fine, sure, get him that one. He doesn't wanna be clothes shopping at all, so whatever will end this the quickest will be his favourite XD

You have been known to use your ~feminine wiles~ to get discounted, or even free, take out and room service for you and your guys before XDD It all started with Dale and Wayne claiming you couldn't do it and you arguing that you TOTALLY could, and how dare they suggest otherwise, and Norman ultimately challenging you to give it a try. It worked (Obviously, you are the FEMME FATALE of the group), and now its just tradition that you accept the food when they order it and save them some money 😭🤣

BONUS THOUGHT: If you did become romantically/sexually involved with one of them- it would be s o h a r d to find a quiet, private moment to get r-rated. Especially if its Dale or Wayne. Norman can kick the others out. Not exactly subtle, but better then doing it in a bar parking (Wayne) lot or public bathroom (Dale) at least. So goodluck.

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Hi. Today is the Ides of March, and I come to you not to defend Caesar but to contestualize his killers. Because I've noticed most people here are directly or indirectly influenced by William Shakespeare's play on the events, play that alters a few facts and presents Marcus Junius Brutus as the most sympathetic character of the entire mess for sake of drama, and forgoes ENTIRELY the historical context. Being Italian I grew up with MOST of said context, so allow me to present you with the series of civil wars that ended the Roman Republic.

The dominoes started being placed at the very start of the Republic, when, according to legend, the last king of Rome, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus (properly translated as Lucius Tarquinius the Fucking Arrogant - the English language doesn't have the right word to translate "superbus"), got the Romans so furious that they joined forces and chased him and his family out of town under the leadership of Publius Valerius and Lucius Junius Brutus (this name is important, remember it). No matter if the legend has any basis in history, the Roman here started LOATHING the King, and while the office was maintained as the Rex Sacrorum (King of Sacrifices) for its religious significance it lost all its political power, and every year the holder would be ritually chased out of Rome as a reminder of what happened to Tarquinius, a tradition that apparently continued all the way until the office's abolition under EMPEROR TEODOSIUS THE FIRST (the Romans loved tradition and could hold a grudge for a long time). Also, the Romans reformed their government around the Senate, whose families, the Patricians, formed Rome's nobility, so that they could properly rule their city, the villages and towns directly subject to it, and the largish alliance centered around Rome, accounting for any foreseeable future growth of said alliance. Keyword: FORESEEABLE. Because the founders of the Republic apparently anticipated Rome's control to expand at most from the Alps to Apulia, maybe Sicily if the local Greek colonies decided to pick a fight and their friends in Carthage decided to share.

Then the unexpected happened: the antics of the Mamertines, a band of mercenaries turned bandits, dragged Rome and Carthage into war and hatred, and when the second of the three wars ended Rome's hegemony extended from just south the valley of the Po river to Apulia, while the Po valley and the rest of Northern Italy, Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, and a large chunk of the Hiberian peninsula were now the provinces of Sicilia, Sardinia et Corsica, Gallia Cisalpina, and Hispania Citerior - and to top it off they had committments in Greece (as the Macedons had briefly entered the Second Punic War) and Africa (where Rome's new ally of Numidia was itching to go at what remained of Carthage's empire, with Carthage pinching every penny to pay the immense war reparations under the wrong impression that once they were done Rome would leave them alone and let them settle the score with the traitorous Numidians). Rome had grossly overextended its territory beyond the capacity of its institutions and was due a reformation - but much of the political power, and the war loot that came with it, was in the hand of the Patricians, and any workable reform would by necessity dilute said power, for starters by recognizing that many of Rome's Italian allies were now Romans in every way that mattered except the citizenship and its privileges (including a larger share of the war loot), and that the common people of Rome, the Plebeians (that's their literal name), were owed either a larger share of the loot themselves or some state-owned lands that various Patricians and Equites (the wealthy merchant class of former Plebeian extraction) had bought up. Thus the reformations stalled, for almost a century.

Then came Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus, who, recognizing the problem, used his term as Tribune of the Plebs to start addressing the problem and force a land reform in the Senate's throat, but in the process he broke a number of unwritten rules and was lynched on the orders of the Pontifex Maximus (this being one of the two circumstances where a Tribune of the Plebs could be killed in spite of being under religious protection, and the Pontifex had to explain himself after the fact or be executed himself). Thus the Senate was able to sabotage the reform by not allocating any fund to it. Then, to their dismay, Gaius Sempronius Gracchus, Tiberius' younger brother, was elected Tribute and continued his work, even trying to extend citizenship to the Latins and Latin rights to the other allies... And used violence first, eventually leading to the Senate passing an emergency bill to kill him, even bringing weapons inside Rome's Pomerium (the area of Rome where bringing weapons was usually forbidden on pain of being beaten to death on the spot, and where any official's military power was annulled the moment they stepped in) if necessary. Factional violence had started.

Eventually, and with a war against Rome's Italian allies that had grown tired of just waiting to be recognized as proper Romans (plus the irreducible Samnites making one last play at reconquering their independence) that ended when the Consul Lucius Julius Caesar made the Senate cough up that citizenship (and the Samnites being wiped out as a nation for continuing the war even after Rome coughed up the citizenship), the factions coalesced around two well-meaning strongmen: the Populares, serving the interests of the people (including the Plebeians, a number of impoverished Patrician families, and part of the wealthy Equites merchant class) and led by the Plebeian war hero Gaius Marius, and the Optimates, serving the interests of the elites (the Patricians and the majority of the Equites) and led by the Patrician war hero Lucius Cornelius Sulla. Both Marius and Sulla, who had fought together against the new king of Numidia Jugurtha, recognized Rome was speeding toward self-destruction (Jugurtha literally PAYING OFF a number of Roman generals before Marius took over that war and brought Sulla to help whip the demoralized troops back into shape had proved that) and something had to be done, but disagreed on how... And eventually a civil war was fought. Marius initially had the upper hand, seizing Rome while Sulla and his army were away fighting Mithridates, but he died by old age before Sulla's return, and without him the Populares couldn't stop Sulla from winning back Italy. The first round went to the Optimates, with Sulla forcing reforms that stabilized the situation for a time before retiring for fear of becoming a tyrant. Sulla also took the chance to have a number of Marius' allies killed, but was persuaded to spare Marius' nephew - a skilled and brave swordsman named Gaius Julius Caesar. He still left his allies with a warning, that in this young man he saw many Marii - for this guy was THAT Julius Caesar (and a nephew of the now late Lucius Julius Caesar).

After Sulla's retirement and eventual death, things started unraveling again due the one thing he had failed to account for: the Senate was corrupted. So corrupted that eventually control of the state was usurped by three men: Pompey the Great, one of Sulla's old lieutenants and the war hero who destroyed Sertorius' Populares army in Hispania, saved Rome from the existential threat posed by the Illyrian pirates (who had grown strong enough to endanger Rome's grain supply due the Senate's corruption), and finished off Mithridates; Marcus Licinius Crassus, the richest man in Rome, the war hero that defeated Spartacus (and had Pompey promptly steal the glory as he was returning from Hispania), and major asshole who got so rich by buying up the firefighters, come to any house on fire, and telling the owner that if he didn't sell him the house at a much reduced price he'd let it burn (he was also the most hated man in Rome); and Julius Caesar, not yet a war hero in spite of how his own run-in with pirates went (those pirates thought he was joking when he paid up twice the ransom and told them he'd come back and have them all hanged to crosses. They realized he was serious when they discovered who exactly had just led a Roman fleet to storm their base and capture them all) but the apparent leader of the Populares by virtue of who his uncle was. With this arrangement, Crassus went to the east to try and conquer Parthia, Caesar got himself made governor of Cisalpine and Transalpine Gauls and got to work to conquer the rest of the Gauls at the first excuse, and Pompey remained in Rome to hold the fort... But Crassus got himself killed like an idiot, and without him the Senate was able to bring Pompey back into their Optimate fold. And when Caesar came back from the Gauls as a conqueror he knew he had two choices: go back peacefully and get killed, or take Marius' mantle and march on Rome. He choose the latter, and when the dust settled Caesar was the master of Rome and Pompey was dead, assassinated by the courtiers of Ptolemy XIII of Egypt to try and appease Caesar but instead royally pissing him off (that's how Cleopatra became the Queen of Egypt, she knew killing Pompey was a stupid idea and was already an exile, so when Caesar got the news she allied herself with him), with only one remaining Optimate army still resisting in Sicily under Pompey's son, Sextus Pompey.

Caesar was a much different man from Sulla. For starters, his reforms followed the Populares' ideals. Also, he didn't like to have people executed for being political enemies - a honorable death on the battlefield was one thing, but having someone killed in peacetime for having different political opinions was another, and Pompey's surviviving soldiers fell for him when Caesar ordered his men to let them live. And then there's the part that usually gets omitted in Italian school books: he had no intention to relinquish his power once he was done, and even planned to make himself King of Rome, even with the ghost of Tarquinius still looming over Rome. Being a genius, however, he decided to test the water first, most notably by arranging for his trusted lieutenant Mark Antony to publicly offer him a crown while STARK NAKED, so that it could be dismissed as a tasteless joke if needed. The people booed at Antony's action, so Caesar rejected the crown and tried to pass it off as a tasteless joke... But part of the public opinion started wondering about Caesar's true intentions, and a number of Optimates decided it was time to deal with Caesar.

These men, the self-proclaimed Liberators, were a number of lesser Optimates that for various reasons felt personally insulted by Caesar (one even owed him money), and took Caesar's probes toward kingship as excuse. Their leaders were Gaius Cassius Longinus, who Caesar had refused a political appointment in favor of someone else, and Marcus Junius Brutus, direct descendant of the Brutus that led the Romans against Tarquinius and infamous weathervane who joined anyone who seemed to be the strongest, first choosing to side with Pompey, who had his father's killed during Sulla's purges, because his allies had sided with him against Caesar, then siding with Caesar when he got the upper hand, and now realizing that his entire political career was at Caesar's whim (it was in fact him who got the appointment Caesar denied to Cassius) and the master of Rome could change his mind any time, and seemed rather inclined to support his trusted lieutenant Mark Antony and his grand nephew Octavian. The Liberators waited for a Senate session outside the Pomerium (as a number of Senators were also holding military offices), thus in a place where carrying weapons was allowed, and with their knives jumped Caesar on the Ides of March. The tyrant was dead, and they could now take whatever political office they wanted while Cicero, Rome's most honest man who was nonetheless biased toward them as an Optimate, brokered a peace with Caesar's allies... But they had mistaken Antony as a brute. At Caesar's funeral Antony gave a legendary speech and read out Caesar's will, in which he gave lavish gifts to the masses of Rome, thus turning the entire population of Rome against the Liberators to such a point Sextus Pompey didn't want anything to do with them, and igniting the third of the four rounds of civil wars that would destroy the Roman Republic and turn it into the Empire.

In conclusion, was Caesar killed for a good reason? Most certainly yes. But was Brutus a hero? Nope. He was a weathervane ready to switch sides the moment the tide turned, and turned on Caesar out of fear he'd cut his political career off if he opposed him (though Mark Antony turning the entirety of Rome on him apparently restored his coherency, as during the following war he finally fought to his own death). Thus screw Caesar, screw Brutus, and screw Mark Antony for restarting the war. Only Cicero and Octavian can be spared. Wait, wasn't Octavian just Caesar's grandnephew? Well, yes... But he was also Caesar's legal heir, equally ambitious and brave but much smarter and cunning, enough to secure his power first by allowing Antony to screw himself over by thinking with his lower head (Antony cheating on his wife Octavia with Cleopatra in spite of Octavia being the very model of a Roman bride pissed off a LOT of Romans. Especially her brother, who happened to be Octavian himself) and then by actually solving the entire problem of Roman institutions having overextended themselves (you know, what had started the entire mess to begin with), thus creating the Roman Empire while assuming the name of Augustus.

As for the knife block? It's made in Italy. Because we may hold Caesar as a national hero to this day, but with such an obvious joke...

#julius caesar #caesar #brutus #mark antony #gaius julius caesar #ides of march

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BUBBLES!!!!! Hello my sweet little friend <3 I'm back with a nice little headcanon but before, I just wanted to say that it makes me very very happy you enjoy receiving these headcanons because it's an absolute pleasure to send them also you're really really cool and you're a killer writer so it's really an honor

anywayyyys today we're gonna talk hair because I mentioned it once but I have a weird thing with hair (and by weird thing I mean I'm obsessed with people touching my hair/touching other people's hair)

Ellie

There is something so inherently loving and nurturing whenever Ellie lets you do her hair. It's not anything fancy, just a simple braid or whenever she wants to cut it and you brush it for her. You take the time to brush her hair, gently, never hurting her in any way. It's often a peaceful moment where she tells you about her day or simply enjoys your presence. It might not be a universal thing, maybe it was just me but some of the things I miss the most from when I was a child were the mornings my mom or my grandma would do my hair. And I feel like Ellie, growing up alone and all that, would discover those small, simple moments and cherish them because yes, to any other kids it's normal but to her, all kinds of affectionate gestures are very new, she's really discovering what it means to be loved by someone else so...genuinely. She also loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through her hair, whether it's in the morning when you wake her up or at night when you're all cuddling on the couch. She always ends up with her head on your lap or against your shoulder and your hand naturally finds its way to her soft locks. Most of the time, it's enough to put her to sleep which makes you chuckles.

Joel

He's very similar in that aspect. Joel absolutely loves whenever you play with his hair. It started randomly, one night you're on the couch and for some reason Joel lets his head rest on your lap. He's had a long day, he's tired and about to fall asleep when you just start playing with his hair. There's no reason for you to do that, he's just lying so close to you and the salt and pepper curls look so silky you can't help yourself. The feeling of your fingers threading through his hair is quite indescribable, it's just nice and it makes the deep frown on his forehead ease. He almost can't believe he lived so long without knowing that gentle tingle of your nails scratching his scalp. It's such a nice feeling he probably hums in contentment (which, by the way, kind of sounds like a cat purring) and you discover how much your man enjoys you playing with his hair. After a while, he ends up falling asleep and you stop your movements just for him to groan and put your hand back where it was. Since that night, Joel always joins Ellie and you on the couch. You sit in the middle and they fight for who gets to cuddle with you...But of course, there is enough space for both of them so you shush them and they both get their beloved head scratches.

Now, as much as he loves it when you play with his hair, he doesn't hesitate to return the favor and you quickly discover that Joel has some skills. It all began one fateful winter. You went ice-skating and of course, you fell and injured yourself. It's nothing dramatic but you will have to wear a cast for the next few weeks. Obviously, Joel is insanely worried and you're forbidden from doing any kind of effort including basic stuff like getting dressed...or styling your hair. You really want to, you start getting ready for bed at night but Joel arrives in the room and he's outraged. How dare you move the slightest muscle when you should be resting ?!!??!!? You try to explain to him that you have to get ready for bed, etc...but he's having none of it. Instead he drops whatever he was doing at the moment and helps you take off your clothes, shower and put on a warm pair of pyjamas (your favorite shirt of his <3). But there is one part of your night routine that he seems to have forgotten. You always brush your hair before bed and then put it in a braid so it doesn't get knots in the morning. You insist on not missing that because yeah, your hair will be in an awful state if you don't brush it. So Joel sits you down on the bed, grabs your brush and gently starts untangling your hair. He's so gentle you can't believe some people are actually scared of him. But it's not over. No. He gives you back the brush and quietly, separates your hair in three parts and starts braiding it. You didn't even ask, you didn't have to show him or explain. He did it so naturally and that's when it hit you: it was probably not the first time he had to do that. Because Joel had a little girl once whose hair needed to be braided or styled in some way and being a single dad, all he could do was learn. It was a nighttime ritual with his Sarah: she'd brush her teeth, put on a pair of pajamas and her dad would braid her hair then read her a story. When she was old enough, she'd practice her reading with him and read to him while he was busy with her hair. And even as a teenager, sometimes after a particularly rough day, she'd ask Joel if he could brush her hair before bed. It then becomes a thing while you have your cast. It always ends the same way: he kisses your shoulder when he's done and you thank him before heading to bed. But even after you can use both your hands, he still does it for you. Some nights after coming home from the pub and you're too tired, when you're just lazy or just because he enjoys that quiet moment.

He does it with Ellie, as well. You're away on patrol one morning and Ellie's getting ready for school but her hair is a mess. She wouldn't mind usually but she thought you'd be here to fix it, instead, there's only Joel. So he does it for her. She's impressed—so impressed she almost doesn't mess with him— and she goes to school with a big smile on her face and a strange feeling in her chest. That same warmth she feels when she's half asleep and Joel still goes to her and kisses her forehead because he didn't see her that night or when she comes home from school with a good grade and he tells her he's proud of her. And Joel always holds these little moments close to his chest. He had that once and no matter how much he cherished it, he lost it so he tries to cherish it even more now. Revel in every single instant. Because he is loved and has a chance to love again, he won't lose it this time <3

Okayyyyyyy kinda long (but you're used to it) and kinda went off the rails (but you're used to that too lol) BUT I hope you enjoyed, I hope I could brighten your day a little and maybe make you smile. And btw how was your day? Are you still feeling sick?

I love you very very much little bubble <3

-🪷

Okay okay okay... I've written this hair concept for him as well but this.

Playing on the whole Joel braiding hair thing. I do agree that he had taken it upon himself to learn how to braid and tend to the hair when Sarah was born. Even before his wife left him. Jole was set on learning how to braid. He knew that some might view this as unmanly but he needed to find that extra bonding aspect with his baby girl. If all they would have would be early mornings when he would be getting her ready for kindergarten or school.

And when he's left there all by himself it becomes one of his favorite things. I feel like after a long day he would be hoping that Sarah wouldn't have gone through her whole bedtime routine. Because he finds it so therapeutic. After all the busy chaos of the day, it's just him and his girl by the little vanity. A light conversation flowing. Or maybe a complete silence.

So I feel like after Sarah's death it would be hard for Joel to tend to someone's hair. I just think it would bring back so many memories. Them listening to music together, Sarah laughing at Joel while he stood there with a bow between his teeth. It would be so precious and so painful. So for a while, he would not get close to anyone's hair.

Then you would come around and then slowly Joel would get used to you touching his hair. Then slowly he would find himself reaching for your hair. Running his fingers through it. Trying to separate his past from the present.

But I think the most important interaction would be with Ellie. She is not as girly as Sarah. Most days she doesn't care how she looks. Never does she ask for any of you to do her hair. She's not used to it. It never seems necessary for her. But then one day she is supposed to go out with Dina. And she's rushing around her room and Joel hears her mumbling to herself in frustration.

So he knocks gently waiting for Ellie to give him a green light to walk in. And when he does the room is a mess. Clothes and things everywhere. Ellie is standing before the mirror. Brush stuck in her hair. Eyes glossy. Joel gives her a sympathetic look. "It's code red you need to get Y/N", she mutters pulling at the brush. Joel carefully nudges Ellie's hand away, moving to detangle her hair.

"You know I used to do Sarah's hair", he admits after he's almost done brushing out the knots. "What were you trying to do?", Joel places his hands on Ellie's shoulders, meeting her gaze in the mirror. Ellie just look at him for a moment, before moving to reach for a magazine, pointing to a hairstyle she was trying to recreate. Joel only hums in response. Quickly reaching for the brush and an elastic.

It only takes him a couple of minutes to put Ellie's hair in half up half down look. "We're not doing bows are we?", he asks glancing at one of the blue bows but Ellie only shakes her head. She looks at herself for some time before turning to Joel and just wrapping her arms around his torso. Joel smiles down at her, placing a loving kiss on her head, "See, the old man can still be useful".

#come chat with bubbles 🫧#little lily 🪷#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #the last of us imagine

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HI! I am absolutely intrigued by your Krang!au!! The designs are great and the concept & your execution of it has me hooked.

Is there anything to it, or details that you haven't had the opportunity/reason to share but have wanted? I'd love to hear more!

There’s quite a bit I haven’t shared here but have on my IG, and also bonus!

From IG:

The boys current ages are :

Leo: 20

Raph: 19

Mikey: 19

Donnie: 17

Currently only Cassandra is the one human they completely trust and have around, however she is constantly covered up in clothes and armor. This is due to her growing up with them while in the foot clan and even then, while humans ridiculed and belittled them cause of jealousy, she was the one to see them as equals and above. It’s been so long to Donnie (and even her) that they completely forgotten she IS a human.

It’s been four years since they defeated and took over the Krang by dawning on the dark armor. Which means that Donnie was 13 yo at the time :)

The hidden city is now mostly above ground thanks to the four. The citizens accepted them as rulers due to them constantly helping them in various ways and protect them.

Only Leo is referred to as the King while his siblings as royals. Even his siblings call him King/Ruler and often forgo calling him brother.

For the dark armor: Leo has the helm, neck piece, shoulder guards, and feet of the armor. Raph as the gauntlets. Donnie has the torso. Mikey has the legs. Mikey is the only one who wears very little of the dark armor and separated the rest (gave leo the feet, and huginn and muninn have the other pieces). This is because the armor badly injured his legs during the fight so this is the only way in his eyes.

Leo is granted the ability to see through any object and walls as long it’s not Krang technology. Which kinda stinks since he’s in the technodome most of the day. However the dark armor still tries to persuade him in multiple of ways. It’s one of the reasons why Leo is so resentful and aggressive towards humans and takes a lot of convincing to be nicer.

Donnie has been stuck in the technodome in their own little lab this entire time. Leo doesn’t grant them permission to go out. So they just resort to learning about anything scientific related and create their own stuff. This led to them wanting to create mutants from humans and had Timothy, a gift from Mikey, as their first subject. Leo accidentally created him without realizing as he was trying to kill him. Since Donnie has been stuck, they’re more prone to being trustworthy of humans and their inventions. Donnie is also Leo’s favorite. Leo is extremely overprotective due to them being younger and a softshell (a reason why they also got the torso of the armor); as well as their power being unstable.

Their powers:

Leo can still teleport but it’s just his own body with clouds (like Nightcrawler). He can still transport others but it takes more energy. He needs to visualize the area or know the longitude/latitude coordinates to go there.

Mikey has a scream that can absorb mystic energy and a lifesource . He can take a tremendous amount of it. He can also expel it in any amount and does it when he flies over the hidden city to keep it flowing while on patrol, like a little bee. Also creates an invisible shield around the city. huginn and muninn have the stealing ability a little bit (they need to bite the being), but they give the energy to Mikey. Their screams can also act as a location zoning and summon Raph and/or Leo. Mikey has been called a Banshee because of this.

Raph can grow/shrink his body at will. The biggest he has been is 20FT, as he’s wary of the destruction he can cause. His body is practically indestructible and takes a lot to damage him. He also has a mouth along his plastron, so he can eat stuff that way.

Donnie can suck up any amount of energy/electricity from any being or thing. They can also create a biogrowth that entraps beings to preserve for later consumption or take in all at once (of a large group). However they have a bottomless ’stomach’ and can get carried away and succumb to overeating in a frenzy. Only their siblings can snap them out of it.

The turtles can speak to each other in a weird turtle chirp/krang language. They developed it when younger and Draxum had encouraged them to continue communicating that way only to each other. To help them talk about stuff they don’t want anyone else learning.

Stuff not discussed before:

EPF/TCRI constantly try to steal their resources (Krang tech/empreyaen) and resorted to offering rewards to any human who can bring them anything. Resulted in many casualties as the hidden city is very protective and believe it can be used against them.

April had never met the turtles before but had heard stories. She is completely neutral to them despite joining the EPF. They’re always hiring and since her mother died recently, she needed the money. Like many others, her first assignment was to infiltrate the Hidden City. She somehow ended up going into the technodome and running into Donnie.

Donnie decided to help out her as a ploy to test his mutagen on her (once Timothy stops eating their recent batch) in the future.

Mikey wants to be Leo’s favorite and often gets into mischief or purposefully gets in trouble/trap just to summon him to be saved. (This also means it’s a no good to make April be found.)

Later on Donnie tricks Leo into making a promise to not have April hurt or killed. Leo tries his damnest to keep it cause as stated before, Donnie is his favorite. His kinda mad Donnie had tricked him but can’t help be a little proud. April takes advantage and see how much she can push Leo.

Leo’s always seen in the throne room giving assignments and orders to his soldiers and staff. His generals are Raph and Slash, lead scientists are Leatherhead and Lupelele (OC).

They’re all intersex and polysexual. Also identify as pangender (exception Donnie, who identifies as agender). Leo, Raph, and Mikey do not care what pronouns others use for them.

They all pretend to speak ‘properly’, even referring to each other by their full names instead of nicknames (ex: Leonardo). But you can notice their language is super limited at times, especially when compared to Donnie (who knows more words). It’s an act to appear older and smarter to others. Only April catches on this and secretly test if they know what she’s saying at times.

The siblings never heard Leo laugh in YEARS. Like genuinely laugh, without it being mocking or ‘evil’. His real laugh is the type where you can’t help but join along because of how silly it makes the situation. April will be the one to help resurface it again, which makes them all start to trust and respect April.

She told him the stupidest pun she can think of.

#Krang!au #ROTTMNT #TMNT

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Cloud Nine (ii)

Summary: Returning home to Paldea to retire, after living a life known as the "Champion of Champions" brings you back to an old friend -now a new love- with dark secrets who need your help.

Pairing: Javi G x f!Reader

Rating: T (Any smut is going to be implied only)

Notes/Warnings: Nothing major, this story is going to be fairly light hearted, though I will be using some of the wild Pokédex entries as reference for a few scenes.

Written for @yearofcreation2023

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and how much cooler could my life get? (3k)

Geeta waved cheerfully and you couldn’t help but return her enthusiasm, the League Chairwoman had been a fierce competitor during your own run and ever since you’d left she’d become a good friend keeping you updated on how many students came that qualified to compete for the title of Champion (not many), and if there was anyone who loved Pokémon in all of Paldea as fiercely as you did it was her.

“So, the Champion of Champions is ready to retire? It’s about time.” Geeta nudged you playfully and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, following her into the room where the rest of the Gym Leaders were all assembled. It was a camera free meeting, which Iono had tried to put up a fight about, but even she relented that if they were going to discuss major League infrastructure that it’d be best to keep that from the public for now.

“Vaultin’ Vezula! If it isn’t our Champion, home again I see!” Kofu was on his feet in a second, quick to come and clap you on the shoulder, with enough force to make you stumble, but the cheerful chef still made you grin even though you were sure that you’d end up with a bruise. You introduced yourself to the room, given the number of people here you hadn’t met or seen in so long, and most of them were really welcoming even if they were intimidated by Geeta’s presence.

As you took your seat it was Grusha who cleared his throat to speak up first.

“Team Rocket thugs were spotted on the mountain, trying to steal Pokémon from academy students, they’ve been getting bolder.”

“I’ve had my fair share appear in Artazon, they’ve tried to steal the Sunflora during my Gym Challenge.”

“They’re all around Cortondo too, I’ve had to request more Officers for patrols because of how many new students were being cornered.”

You listened to each Gym Leader begin talking about Team Rocket sightings, still not sure just how far Lucas’ influence reached, and noticed the way Poppy was watching you intently. If you were less paranoid you might’ve chalked it up to her being a child but you weren’t willing to rule anything out, not with your life -and Javi’s life- on the line here.

“Did we create a map network of where they’ve appeared? We may be able to triangulate their base location if there’s a center point.” Assuming Lucas was dumb enough to make his manor on the outskirts of Alfornado was a bad idea, for all his grandstanding and fake smiles Lucas was craftier than anyone could expect, you wouldn’t factor it out but you weren’t going to go charging in Water Gun blazing.

“We have a few locations marked but we hadn’t thought to do so immediately.” They sent you a copy of the map pins to your Rotom Phone, your eyes scanning to see if there were any possible patterns even with the limited sightings available to you. There wasn’t, especially with Area Zero blocked off in the center of the region completely, so for now you made a note to keep an eye on reports of Team Rocket sightings and add them to the map.

“I’ll start investigating the areas marked, since we’re still waiting on this year’s group of Academy students to progress through the League, and if anyone else has any sightings let me know immediately.” As the Champion you did have the allowance to forgo Squawkabilly taxis and just use a flying Pokémon to travel, since any League responsibilities were a priority, and your Corviknight -Rook- was always ready to stretch her wings.

Grusha nodded and the meeting shifted to talks of limited certain press interactions now that Rotom Phones were giving people unhindered access to Uva students and League challengers, Iono’s streaming popularity had inspired battle streamers and care-taking streams or food making streams, but the adult members of the press that began stalking and cornering these minors were a problem that had gone unchecked for so long.

As the room began to clear, once the meeting was adjourned and Geeta had a plan of attack to draft new limitations for the protection of the kids, you were stopped by Katy and Grusha for a moment in private. The two of them waited for everyone to get out of hearing range, with the former summoning her Nymble to make sure that the coast was clear.

“We think Team Rocket has a foothold with the Police force, and maybe the League.” Grusha was right to the point and you decided to choose your words carefully since you didn’t know if these two could be trying to learn what you know to report back to Lucas.

“It’s always a possibility, do you have viable evidence? After I helped put Giovanni behind bars I was sure that the records of Team Rocket members were thoroughly combed and that every member was subsequently locked up too.” Katy let out a soft noise before she glanced at Grusha, then handed you her Rotom Phone. On the screen she had a video playing of a police officer talking to a member of Team Rocket, near the Cortondo gym, promising him a better haul of Pokémon if he didn’t touch the Smoliv. Reminding the grunt that the Pokémon from Javi’s business were off limits.

“I sent this to the police and all that happened was new officers being sent to Cortondo, no arrests were made, so when I elevated it to the League and nothing changed… well I got suspicious.” Katy watched you send a copy of the video to yourself, taking her phone back, and you looked between the two of them carefully.

“I’ll head up to the Glaseado region to start my investigation, since they’ll likely expect me in Cortondo first given the amount of young trainers that come through. What I want the two of you to do for now is ask any trainer, any resident, if or how often they’ve seen Team Rocket grunts and a rough idea of where. We can’t find the source without narrowing their headquarters down.” Both Gym Leaders nodded and set out while you waited a moment, leaning against the wall, and Sneaky -your Mimikyu- slipped out of your shadow and hopped up onto your shoulder.

“Guess I should throw on a parka, huh Sneaky?” You had to make the moles, whoever they were, think you had a pattern; it was easy as the Champion to announce where you were going and appear there, it’d be expected of you. Meanwhile you tapped out a message on your Rotom Phone to Jacq, your former classmate -now biology teacher- about that potential Champion of his. Getting a child involved, a student no less, was risky but you personally had to handle this as carefully as you could.

If that meant being the distraction was the role you had to play then you'd take it.

Addie Cage was very chill compared to her father, Nicolas and Olivia had been thrilled that you’d reached out to meet with the contender Geeta and the other gym leaders had scouted out for you, you’d spent far too long having the actor attempt to convince you to do some public interview thing with him before he relented so you could plan a meeting with his daughter. Now as you sat at the picnic tables, having already laid everything out for her, you were very impressed with her immediate go-getter attitude.

“I’m not afraid of those Team Rocket thugs, a few of them have tried but none of them are as good as my team is.” You could understand now where Geeta and the others saw potential in the girl, she valued each of her partners in a way that some trainers just didn’t, the bonds of trust and love she was building with her Pokémon would inspire them to be stronger for her as well.

“That’s what I like to hear, I’ve reached out to the other region Champions and so far it looks like Team Rocket is the only one that has a return on the horizon. So if we stop them here then that should be the end of things.” You traded contact information directly once you knew she’d change her course back to Cortondo, to start looking around as subtly as she could, under the guise of wanting to look for specific Pokémon for her team. As you donned your parka and called Rook out, nodding to Addie, your Corviknight set off for Glaseado Mountain.

You would have to contact Javi and make sure you kept him updated too, though for now you were careful of using any contact that could be recorded or intercepted, but for now you made you way into the cold. As you expected the crowd was waiting for you, you had told Grusha to heavily mention your return, and after answering questions and signing autographs you got to work on scouting around the area for any signs of Team Rocket activity. A message from Addie confirmed that there were sightings in Cortondo, in the span of a few hours -while you’d searched through the cold- she had beaten three grunts and made sure that they were given to police custody.

Coordinating travel with Addie was easy, her Miraidon presented a lot of surprise in that you had never heard of the Pokémon before and it offered her much more mobility than a Cyclizar ever would, and by the time night began to fall you felt much more confident about your challenger and her capabilities as well as being able to outsmart Team Rocket after Addie recruited a few of her friends to the cause. Penny, Arven, Nemona, along with the former Team Star bosses -and their crews- were eager to help protect Pokémon all over Paldea and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of regret and guilt that you were doing to them what had happened to you.

Making these children step up to protect their region because you’d been so absent from the League by traveling that nothing had changed to make things better for them.

Javi’s penthouse apartment was warm and you could hear voices when you opened the door, closing it silently and using the heavily padded carpet to your advantage.

“I did not tell her anything, Lucas, if she knew the truth do you truly believe she would have chosen to be with me?” Hearing the sound of Javi’s panic set you on edge but hearing his cousin’s name explained it well enough, you moved as quietly as you could to slip closer to where the duo conversed without being noticed and ducked behind the kitchen island to stay well out of sight of Javi’s study door. You silenced your Rotom Phone and set it to record, just in case Lucas said anything incriminating as a response, and the Pokémon controlled device moved to the top of the door frame silently.

“You do have a point, but I can assure you that if I find out you lied to me the consequences will be far worse than simply taking Arizona from you. It won’t be too hard to stage an accident for our Champion of Champions or even make her the scapegoat-“ His phone began to ring loudly and you resisted the urge to go in ready to fight, so far all that had been revealed was a threat against your life and that wouldn’t be enough.

Whoever was on the other end must have said something that set Lucas off.

“What do you mean our employees have been turning up in police stations significantly more? How are they losing to children?!” Lucas stormed out, slamming the door closed loudly to talk on Javi’s patio, and you waited until you heard Javi’s soft sniffles before sending out Sneaky to ensure the place was actually empty of Lucas’ possible men to hear you. Hurrying while Lucas’ back was turned to the elevator entrance, setting your bag down and slipping your shoes off in the entryway as if you'd just arrived.

Lucas’s head turned, the thick glass muffling what he was saying, and met your surprised gaze; it took all your acting ability honed from interviews to smile warmly and wave at the man like he was still just an exasperating relative. Lucas’ smile was a touch sinister -if you knew what to look for- as he waved back and pointed to the phone. You turned toward the study with a wrinkle of your nose and a roll of your eyes, crossing the penthouse to where you boyfriend was, and Javi’s eyes were wet with tears when you knocked on the study door; he darted a panicked look toward the window that made you shake your head gently.

“I slipped in while you two were… talking. I heard enough to know he think I don’t know the truth and that he thinks he can kill me or make me his fall girl.” Your whispered confession made Javi wrap his arms around your torso and you ran your fingers through his curls gently, cooing softly to make the sniffles go away, and you made sure your Rotom phone was tucked away when you heard the patio door open again. Lucas looked like he hadn’t just been screaming, which was impressive, as he walked into the room.

“There she is, our Champion of Champions has come home, how have you been?” You let go of Javi to hug the other man, not wanting to alert him to anything.

“Exhausted, the press is a nightmare so I spent so much of my time camping, this is the first time in a long time I’ve had a bed to sleep in; which just made me realize how badly my back hurts.” Lucas laughed with you and didn’t complain when you moved to sit down in one of the two heavily padded arm chairs, taking the other, as Javi excused his tears by saying Lucas had delivered good news. Your head tipped and the man only huffed before pulling a ring box out of his pocket.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky person?”

“Her name is Leona, our daughter Poppy is a member of the Elite Four., I’ve been putting this off but decided it was about time.”

Now you understood why Lucas influence in the League was both slow and very high up, as a child Poppy wasn’t given tasks that allowed her a lot of direct influence but she had to be permitted to sit in on League meetings.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter, Poppy is a darling little girl.” Javi looked just as surprised as you felt at the revelation, you suspected Lucas had kept his personal life very far from Javi on the chance that your boyfriend decided to finally fight back. Unseating Poppy as the Steel Type trainer for the Elite Four likely wouldn’t be difficult, all someone had to do was defeat her in a best of five battle after applying to the role, and if push came to shove you wouldn’t mind being a member of the Elite Four rather than the Champion if it meant securing Javi’s freedom.

“Somehow I got lucky that she’s most like her mother, I should probably allow you two some time together given your no doubt busy schedule.”

“Oh, well, just more of the same I guess. Preparing for the League season to potentially allow me to retire, making sure the Gym Leaders and Elite Four are up to snuff, and now working to shut down Team Rocket before they can get a solid foothold. I think the press is my biggest issue, since they’re too excited for interviews and whatnot, but I’m sure I’ll find whoever is trying to steal Pokémon from their trainers and revive Team Rocket soon and I’m more than willing to work with the League even if I get retired.” You decided to test the waters, to make sure he truly believed Javi hadn’t told you a thing, and Lucas’ soft chuckle as he patted you on the shoulder was warm with fondness.

“I’m sure you will, you certainly proved me wrong from so long ago, you’ve proven many naysayers wrong by making it as far as you have. Be safe.” As he left you waited for Sneaky to give you the all clear, the little ghost Pokémon purring when you picked it up to hug it close, and Javi met your gaze with a sad smile. If Lucas was telling the truth and Poppy was his connection to the League you had to be very careful how you handled this, sending a message to Geeta to stop my your apartment tomorrow, and you sighed softly.

“I had to get students involved, since they can move around virtually undetected, the press and Lucas will have their eyes on me. Addie, the one that Geeta and the other Gym Leaders have said is shaping up the be a solid contender to unseat me, got her friends involved too. I’m putting children in the line of fire, Javi-“

“Was that not what happened to you? Even before you began the Champion of a region, on your journey through it you were putting these organizations behind bars, and until the League steps in to do more this is the only way. Now that you’re home that can be your aspiration, to change things for the better for those that come after us, but for now you need to take advantage of this to keep ahead of him. I will not lose you to his greed, to this evil of my family.” Javi buried his face into your neck and you nodded, perched in his lap as you vowed to somehow repay Addie and her friends for doing what you couldn’t and cleaning up Paldea for good.

"Addie's father, Nicolas, is my favorite actor so it is very much bizarre to think that she's going to be facing you soon."

"Really? Huh, I guess I'll have to take him up on his offer to meet sometime then."

Javi's soft eyes and the way he silenced the slight whimper made you smile and kiss him on the corner of his mouth.

"You'd be attending too, silly man, don't act like I won't use my connections to make you happy too."

While it was a no strings attached offer you were more than delighted in how he expressed his gratitude.

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