#Kitty Rick x Reader

[kookiekult]

WHEEEREES RICK??

No seriously. I need him. Where is he. Where is my husband.

Chat I think I cooked 🍳

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Welcome to SunnyVale Oneshot

(Guyyyyysss Im literally just writing and posting whatever pops in my head at this point My Alpha is about two paragraphs from being done :P Be watching for it!! Cruel Summer Ch. 2 should be finished by the weekend too annnd im gonna work on Midnight Rain Ch. 2! So lots goin on! :D anywho, I love Trailer Park Boys and have been watching it on repeat for WEEKS. So I just had this cute idea and figured I'd write it since I cant sleep! :P )

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“Come on Bubs! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Julian yelled as Bubbles said goodbye to his kitties. “Boys, boys, boys!” J-Roc ran over across the road toward them. “Yall aint never gonna believe this! We got a reunion comin!!!” J-Roc grinned as Ricky looked at him, “what in the fuck are you talkin about J-Roc?” 

Julian took a sip of his drink as a large black bus pulled into Sunnyvale Trailer park.”So listen I heard from a friend of a friend that Y/N was in town. Rumor has it, she's gonna come do a tour of the park.” J-Roc said looking from Bubbles and Ricky, to which they all glanced at Julian. “What?” he snapped at them. “Well Julian…last time you and Y/N saw each other…she was tellin you she was leavin and you were ...well you were gonna ask her to marry you, until she……said……that….and you…..well…you know….broke her heart,” Bubbles said as an awkward silence filled the air. Julian sighed loudly and took a bigger drink of his drink as the large black bus drove slowly and carefully down the road, before coming to a stop. 

The air brake let out and the door opened, a few moments passed and suddenly, Julian felt like his heart had stopped and dropped into his stomach. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him as you stepped off the bus. You wore a pair of suede thigh high heeled boots, a pair of black tights, they were the sheer kind that made Julian’s knees weak, you had on a burnt orange tight mini skirt on, and a black long sleeved shirt. When you looked up, your hair was curled in loose big curls, the wind lightly blowing your hair. You suddenly got the biggest grin on your face and darted toward the group of guys standing there. “Oh my gosh!!!” 

You laughed as you jumped hugging Ricky, the guy who was like the dumb, protective big brother you never got to have. You don’t know how many times Ricky saved your ass from getting into trouble either with Jim Lahey, the trailer park supervisor, or the cops whenever Julian and Ricky came up with some stupid plan. “Hey bugz!” Ricky had started calling you bugz when you guys were just kids, because you always had a ladybug or butterfly landing on you. He said you attracted bugs and teased you about it alot. 

Next to whisk you into a bear hug was your very bestest friend Bubbles; which the guys didn’t know but you still talked to regularly. “I’ve missed you bubs!” you laughed as he pinched at your belly “Whos got your belly?” “Don’t touch my fuckin belly bubs!” you both laughed again as he hugged you one more time. “I’ve missed you around here Y/N, we all have.” Bubbles said as you both pulled apart. You smiled and looked at Julian, “Hey Julian,” you said, willing to step up and hug him, but the longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. “Hey fucktard, are you gonna speak or did your brain not get enough words movin arounds in there?” Ricky smacked his arm as you laughed softly. You’d forgotten just how Ricky talked, sometimes you really missed living here, other times, you wish you could have brought them with you, but you knew they would never leave their beloved trailer park. 

Julian let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d held since you turned and stared at him. “Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was loud enough that all of you heard him. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, “Still drinking rum huh?” you asked him, smiling some as he cleared his throat, taking a large drink, and not the usual sip. “Oh, I brought presents! Give me one second!” You turned your hair flipping around, wafting the smell of your shampoo, mixed with your perfume all around. “Hey Mike!” You hollered while walking toward the bus, “Can you grab that blue duffle bag in the back for me?” you asked as you stood just a few feet from the guys. 

That smell hit Julian like a brick house as he closed his eyes, “I can’t do this.” he mumbled to Bubbles and Ricky before he turned and stormed back to his trailer, slamming the front door shut. He leaned back against it before flinging his glass at the opposite wall, letting it shatter and liquor spill to the ground. 

You turned at the sound of the door slamming and frowned. “Why’d he leave? I have a gift for him too.” you smiled a little awkwardly at Ricky and Bubbles. “Uh, I think he had to um, go, look at a book or something, anyways what’d you bring us Y/N?” Bubbles asked as you gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t easy for you either to see Julian, that night before you left played over in your mind a lot. 

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15 years ago

You rode your bike down the street, the sun setting on your last few days of summer, you couldn’t wait to tell Julian, he was going to be so proud of you. You rode up to the stairs of his trailer and put on the kick stand before jogging up the stairs and letting yourself inside. “Jules? You home?” you called out, but not hearing a word. You pushed out your lips and walked toward the back where his bedroom was, “Yeah Ricky. I fuckin know. I'm nervous as hell the way it is. Dont you think I know that you fucking idiot?” He was on the phone in his bedroom. “Listen I’m busy tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just don’t fuck up,” he hung up the phone and turned around to see you leaning on the doorway smiling softly. “Hey-how long you been standin there?” he asked as you smiled and shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re nervous about something...you two boys doin another deal?” you asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what are you doin here this late?” you smiled, kissing him softly. “I have something to tell you,” you whispered against his lips. 

*****

You’d given the boys their gifts, Bubbles got a rocket ship, directly from NASA with his own spacesuit and a couple of real moon rocks and Ricky had gotten a customized glass bong. “Take care of that Ricky…..I figured you’d like it.” you laughed as they ran off starting to play with Bubbles rocket. You took this chance to slip away and go to Julians, knocking softly on the door. 

A few moments later the door opened and Julian stood there, hair wet from a shower, slicked back by the water, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with a towel around his shoulders. “Y/N. Hey, uh, what are you doin here?” he asked as you forced a smile. “Uh, I have a gift for you.” you said patting the duffle bag that hung off your shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything.” he said as he stepped aside and let you come in. 

Walking in, you stood awkwardly as he closed the door and moved toward the couch. “You can come sit down ya know?” he said, looking at you. You nodded and walked over sitting next to him. “Um,” you cleared your throat and dug around in the duffle bag. “Sorry, I would have wrapped it better, but I made a special stop for it.” you handed the box to him, watching him look confused, you smiled as he opened it. 

Inside, laid a very old and special bottle of Rum, Harewood Barbados 1780, to be exact. “Holy…fucking…shit.” he looked at you, a look of shock on his face. “Oh! It wasn’t a big deal….I know a guy who knows a guy,” you laughed softly. “You know someone who owns a $29,000 bottle of Rum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you smiled bashfully. “I know two guys now who own a bottle of $29,000 Rum.” you said as he smiled watching you grab another box. “Can’t drink expensive rum without new glasses.” you said handing him the black box. 

Julian smiled down at the gifts in his lap, before the memories came rushing back. “Listen…Y/N….I meant to write back…when you wrote me that letter….I just…got busy…and I didn’t…know exactly what to say.” You shook your head waving a hand. “Not a big deal….I moved on, I’m sure you did too. We’re adults now and that was 15 years ago so, you know, what's in the past,” you said looking down. 

Julian put his gifts aside and moved closer to you. “I’ve followed your career,” he said smiling as you looked at him. “What?” you tried not to laugh. “I doubt I sing the kinda music you like,” you laughed as he did, “While that’s true, I do listen to your music. You’re talented. You always have been…” he said softly as you stared at him, “Julian…I’m sorry I left. But tomorrow I’m going to show everyone where I was raised and where I lived with my parents. And I want you and the guys to be in the video.” you smiled as he chuckled “I’m sure we can make that happen.” 

Julian got you both a drink, and you began to get caught up on each other’s lives. “See Ricky…I’m tellin you that was a genius idea.” Bubbles whispered as they peaked in Julians windows. “He’ll finally tell her after all these years.” 

You were trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard when Julian put a hand on your leg. You looked at him as he stared at you, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded. “I’ve missed you too.” A few more moments of staring at each other passed before he grabbed you and pulled you in close, kissing you deeply. 

After a few moments, Julian pulled away and sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” he got up running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he yelled causing you to jump. “I should go.” you said quietly as you gathered your stuff and stood up. “No, please don’t go,” he sighed “just…..wait here.” he walked back to his bedroom, returning a few moments later, his signature black t-shirt clinging to the muscles that ran through his chest and stomach. “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret….” he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a black velvet box resting in his hands. “It’s nothing fancy…..I got it from Mrs. Peterson. When she died, she willed it to me, along with some money and other stuff…but….” he opened it, revealing the small, beautiful gold ring inside. The tiny cluster of diamonds sat directly in the middle. You stared down at it, unsure of what was going to happen, or what would have. “.....you….you wanted to marry me?” you whispered as he nodded. “But…then you said everything you said….and….” you looked at him, your brows pulling down together as confusion took over your face. “You lied to me didn't you?” you asked as he sighed. “I panicked, I didn't know what else to do…” you scuffed, shaking your head as you backed away and grabbed your stuff. “I can’t believe you Julian…you lied to me…you swore you never would.” you shook your head. “Whoa, you lied to me too.” Julian said as you looked appalled at him. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t lie to you, Julian. I WAS pregnant when I left. I took the damn test. And guess what? I rehearsed through the miscarriage, I performed when and where I needed to, so now I can go around and buy $30,000 bottles of Rum to impress someone I was head over heels in love with, in the hopes that I might get a tiny taste of what I used to have in life before I lost it all!” you yelled before you stormed out.

[aliidarling]

no thoughts, only the group deciding to take in a nurse reader but is very sensitive and very naive to people now. Like doesn't grasp the idea of ulterior motives and Rick is OBSESSED with her. Wants to keep her safe and very protective, gets jealous when she tends to Daryls or Glenns or Merles wounds. Almost kills Merles when he finds out that he almost convinces reader to let him do a, body inspection to check for "bites". All the clothes she picks out are washed out pinks and dirty creams from the muck but still a pretty doll for him and maybe one night he just can't take it anymore and sneaks into her cell or room or tent and takes her. After the cherry on top is she's virgin??? I'll let you run with this if you want but yeah, no thoughts just this :3

say yes to heaven

RICK GRIMES x fem!reader

sfw content :)

summary; you’re the cute nurse of alexandria and rick may or not be obsessed with you

warnings; fluff, kissing

i tried so hard to write nsfw but i couldn’t i’m sorrryyy😭love u jay!! but hey if this gets enough attention maybe i’ll do a part 2 with the nsfw..

they had found you weeks back in terminus, a small girl wearing a bloody sundress. rick was the one who found you, and he practically fell inlove at first sight, astounded by your soft hair and pretty face that looked angelic in comparison to the blood covering your shaky figure.

he had been the one who comforted you and helped you walk, one hand around your waist and one of yours wrapped around his shoulder. you were limping, and he was quick to aid you.

you stuck around them ever since, clinging onto rick mostly with a goody-two-shoes attitude that would annoy rick normally if he wasn’t so infatuated. you were too cute to get angry at, a killer smile and soft baby-skin.

after discovering your knowledge in nursing, you were quick to be appointed as one of the doctors in alexandria. rick was annoyed by how popular you suddenly were, especially with how all the men in town suddenly had injuries that they were dying to get medicated.

he could feel his anger rising as he sat on one of the benches in the small clinic you shared with denise, arms crossed as he watched you interact with aiden. you were gently wrapping a bandage around a slash he got from a run, a slash rick swore wasn’t even that deep. not deep enough to need all the shit aiden was begging you to give him.

“tell me if i’m hurting you, okay?” you smiled at him sweetly as your delicate fingers worked at him, one hand on his bicep holding him steady while the other wrapped the bandage. aiden stared up at you shamelessly, practically drooling as he nodded.

“you could never hurt me, darling.” he says cheekily, grinning as he ogled your small form. rick held back a scoff at how confident his tone was, when he knew damn well who you would choose between the two of them. you would choose rick over that dumbass anyday, right?

rick decides he's seen enough of this dumb little interaction and coughs lowly, gaining both of your attention. your eyes widen at the sight of the scratches and blood on him, not much but still enough to worry you!

“rick! what happened?” you gasped, walking over to him and gently placing your hands on him to look at his wound. he bites back the cocky grin when you immediately ditch aiden for him. he wants to grab you and kiss you stupid, show aiden who you really belong to, but he knows that would probably make you freak.

“the run was rocky, got a lil’ roughed up, it’s nothin’ sweetheart.” he soothes, placing a hand on the back of your head and petting you like a little kitty. he saw you as the cutest thing—wanting to pet and rub you like you were his little pet.

“oh no, cmon, sit down. i’ll patch you up, okay?” you smile sweetly at him like a damn angel, making him want to just scoop you up and run off. rick obviously doesn’t do that and instead nods with a soft chuckle, following your orders and sitting down on one of the beds.

“you’re an angel.” he sends you a crooked grin that has you blushing and shying away, making his smile widen even further. you’re so adorable, he thinks, nothing could take you away from him.

rick almost laughs as you leave aiden behind and start wrapping him up, smiling at him and asking how the run went. he knew you preferred him— why wouldn’t you?

later that night, he’s out on a late night patrol around town when he passes by your house. you had decorated it well, with little garden gnomes outside and a patio with a rocking chair. there was even a fluffy throw blanket thrown over it, with the side table occupied by a crystal lamp and book.

he had caught side of you sitting out there by yourself, making him frown. pretty girl like you shouldn’t be alone. he thinks for a split second before mindlessly walking up to you, waving with a friendly smile.

“hey sweetheart.” he greets, eyes twinkling as you immediately straighten your posture and send him a killer smile. you give him a polite wave back, and he asks if he can sit down.

“oh yeah, of course. i’m actually— i have cookies in the oven, want some?” your words are soft as you stand up, patting down your clothing.

you wore a pair of matching silk pajamas, a pair he had seen you wear before. it had tiny shorts, a short sleeve button up, and was pink. everything you wore was pink, he noticed. whenever he would go on runs you’d always run up to him beforehand, just begging for him to bring back some sweet creamy clothes or a light pink. he always did, just for you.

“cute pajamas.” he teased as he follows you inside, glance around your cozy place. he had been here before, rare occasions , but now he was alone with you at night time. no one would be able to hear you both.

he shuddered. that sounded wrong. no, he just wanted you to moan his name over and over again. not murder you.

you giggle at his comment, glancing at him, “thank you!” you wiggled your hips teasingly, showing off your pajamas, not even knowing the effect that had on him. he could feel his cock harden in his pants at the sight— jesus christ, don’t just do that.

“definitely smells like cookies in here. didn’t know you liked to bake.” he mutters as he walked up to your oven, peering down at the pan of cookies inside. he hums at the sight and smell.

“it’s my comfort at times, you know? living in an apocalyptic world isn’t the greatest.” you pout, leaning against the counter next to him. he wants to grab you and make you feel so good, but that would just scare you off. he needed to ease into it.

“they’re lookin’ good, hun. you better let me get a few extras too.” he jokes, straightening his back to full height and towering over you. you feel your tummy tingle at the sight of the officer so close, his messy curls hanging over his forehead freely. you feel the urge to brush your hands through them, you have before. you were quite touchy with him whenever he was in his clinic, something you only found yourself doing with him.

a silence falls between the two of you. you’re both just staring at each other, the only sound audible being the wind blowing against the windows and the clock ticking. since when was he so close to you? you could practically feel his breath on you.

the next few seconds are filled with you both gradually leaning closer to each other, his hand going to place it on the counter behind you, trapping you— his chest flush against yours and his lips about to connect to yours.. when the stove stars dinging loudly, making you both flinch. you immediately dive towards the oven, grabbing your pink mittens and pulling out the pan.

“aw, shit, i burned them—..” you panicked, a big blush on your face from the interaction you just had with him. he stared at you silently from behind, eyes narrowing slowly. he was definitely gonna spank you later for that, because no way is he leaving this house tonight without at least one kiss.

“it’ll be alright.” he says, his sarcastic tone pretty obvious. he presses his chest against your back, making you stiffen from the sudden contact. he smoothly grabs the pan from you and places it down onto the counter, before swiftly turning you to face him.

“rick—“ you gasp, blinking rapidly as he was now holding you against him, hands on your waist. firm. he wasn’t planning on letting you go.

“shut up.” he grumbled, immediately shutting you up with a harsh kiss to your soft pink lips. you moan in surprise into his lips, your body arching into his reflexively. shakily, you place your palms on his biceps, holding them steadily to steady yourself.

the kiss was passionate, something he’s wanted since day one. ever since he saw you all scared in terminus, wearing that pretty dress with the face of an angel, all he could think was how well he would treat you.

he slowly steps forward, making you stumble back. your pressed against the counter now, his hands holding you down as he deepens the kiss, hungry for anything you could give him. everything.

“you taste so good, exactly how i thought you would.” he groans as he finally parts from you. your lips were coated in saliva from him practically eating your face off, breath heavy.

“thank you..?” you choked out, a big blush on your cheeks. you looked down shyly, face warming up as he was so close to you. you were still trying to process the fact he had kissed you.

“don’t go all shy on me, sweetheart.” he chuckles, gently cupping your face and leading you back towards him. he taps your chin gently, making sure you don’t look away.

“i want you to know im not playing around with you, or trying to get a small fling.” he says firmly. a smile tugs at your lips as you press closer, licking your dry lips. his words touched you, making you feel seen and happy that he would reassure you on such a sensitive topic.

“promise?” you grinned childishly, holding out your pinky finger with a hint of mirth. he holds back a laugh and nods, holding out his own pinky. you both shake your pinkies while giggling.

the smell of burnt cookies catches his attention and he turns to the counter, frowning at the sight. they were slightly burnt with the edges black and the chocolate chips all gooey. it still looked edible, in a way, but definitely not the outcome you wanted.

“did my excellent kissing skills distract you too much?” he snorts at the sight, picking one up them carefully and narowing his eyes.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes at him he scans the cookie before hesitantly taking a bite out of the one of limited edible-looking portions.

he chews for a moment before smiling at you, taking another bite.

“not too shabby.” he nudges you playfully.

you can’t help but chuckle, curling up in his side and hesitantly taking a cookie from the stack. you put it in your mouth and cringe at the burnt taste, frowning immediately.

“this sucks.” you huff with a pout, putting it back on the tray. you glance at him and feel a warm blush spread across your face again, scanning his figure in his uniform and curly hair. he looked so good in your kitchen.

“hey, everyone’s first try is never the best.” he comforts, stepping back up to you with a comforting smile. he gently pets your hair, wanting nothing more then to hold you for hours and play with your locks. he doesn’t miss the way your cute little face flushes the more he pampers you.

“..this was my fourth time.” your defeated tone immediately makes him chuckle.

[satoru-is-the-way]

Avatar!Quaritch x Na'vi! Reader. 

MASTER LIST (AVATAR WAY OF WATER)

" Given Enough"

(Series!)

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR 2

A/N: PLEASE READ. So I have decided I am in love with Avatar Rick Quaritch. I can't help it. So here is my mini fanfiction. I will be basing the character and her village on Mayan culture-ish because well I am Mayan. It will still have Eywa and all the Avatar stuff, just more in-depth to another culture and their ways. I may borrow some animals from Avatar TLA because of the tribe idea I have. So if you recognize some of the animals that's why. I will be using the Yucatan Mayan language but with translations side by side for their own dialect. Any questions ask me! 

Warnings: Smut(SOME chapters I will add a warning), cussing, murder, derogatory names, death, depression, and more when added. 

Tag List: @the-wanderer-2022 @zootsutra @anyzandy   @kneelingforvillains @dioriez @mylovelyreblogs @dinobae-replyacc @voodoogoul @freshmoneyalmondathlete @thedumboneforsomereason @world-dominating-kitty @scarletpines @sofiebstar @vampire-hunter @cypherpt5fttaehyung @strangerdeeznuts @simpingfor-wakasa @tranquiiit @ellieparker @girlblogger2002 @happycupcakeenthusiast @willow-sages

IF YOU WANT TO BE ON IT ASK! 

Summary:

(Y/n) (L/n) is the Olo'eyktan'a first born and future Tsahìk. She was raised to be a strong leader in wait of her time to be chosen a mate and take her mother's place. Their tribe is large in  numbers and strong-hearted. There is not much known about the people, the Kaminaljuyú. They had little contact with humans before Jake Sullivan sent them back into the stars. 

After a wounded Quaritch retreated he stumbled upon their village encountering (Y/n). She was unsure of him at first but saw this could be a sign of peace if she helped him. Her father approved of allowing him into the village for now. But Quaritch had his own plan. Why not fool the king's daughter? Use her to become the leader of what seemed to be the largest clan he had ever seen. Starting a civil war amongst the Navi would be the easiest way to get to Jake and the while Sullivan family,since human power cannot do it. 

But what happens when he falls in love? Does he follow through with his plan? Or stay dedicated to his kind, the humans? 

Chapters: 

1 -The Invader

2 -Flying is lesson one

3 -Seasons change (SMUT)

4-The Metkayina

5-Always the Fool

6 -Love (SMUT) (30th)

[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

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Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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X-Month Finale: My Top 10 X-Runs

Welcome one and all to the grand finale of X-Month. A thing or two got changed and moved around but i'm overall proud of how it went this time. We've looked at darkwing duck, the greatest x-men cartoon ever, and Nightcrawler's two moms. Now we end this month with A look at something diffrnet but personal to me. These are my top 10 x-runs, the runs of x-men and it's various spinoffs that I truly love, that define the book for me and define this part of the franchise. There the books that either made me love mutants so much in the first place or helped reaffirm why. They run the gammut from the just ended at the time of this article Krakoa era's majesty all the way back to chris claremont helping retool a struggling half baked idea into one of the greatest comics ever. These comics are why I love x-men and i'm happy to share them with you and hopefully get you to read them and hopefully i'll be able to cover them all some day. But for now this is a nice smorgoseboard of what makes the strangest mutants of all marvel's best part, a small pocket full of creativity, commentary , change and artistic glory.

So a few guidelines: For longtime readers, I usually do top 12 lists, to the point i'm shirnking my best animated episodes list down to it, but with all the x themeing in the krakoan age it felt right to slim it down to a nice sharp x. The second is that i'm crediting every artist who worked on at least three issues. I'd credit all of them but the runs from the 2010's and 2000's are caked with one off fill ins and 80's comics tended to have a ton of one off fill ins or other people doing the annuals. I'm not against it, if you have someone who can do great art or guest on a run do it and it's thanks to this kind of thing we got walt simonson for one glorious issue of x-men, I just don't want the art credits to be 80 pages long, but DID take the effort to comb thorugh every run and find every artist that at least did an arc on the books honored here, as i'm trying to break out of only propping up the writers when it comes to comics. Their a VISUAL medium and the artists are often what makes a run. So to under the cut my x-men for the uncanny, the astonshing and my faviorites.

10. The New Mutants Written By Chris Claremont Drawn by Bob McLeod, Sal Buscema, Bill Sienkiewicz, Steve Leialoha, Mary Wilshire, Rick Leonardi and Jackson Guice Marvel GN #4, New Mutants Vol 1 , #1-54 + 3 Annuals, NM Special #1 59 Issues

It was the 80's and the Uncanny X-Men was marvel's best selling comic. Chris Claremont and a slew of talented game changing artists had turned a once niche property into one of the most layered, engaging and compelling books out there. So naturally Marvel wanted MORE money and to spin off this mother. Chris was reluctant because he wanted the main book to be special and it's own thing.. but was then threatned that if he didn't do it someone else will, so he found a concept he liked: Focusing on teenage emerging mutants something lightly glanced at with Kitty Pryde in Uncanny but this book brough to the forefront.

In the process Clarmeont and Bob Mcleod created a bunch of my faviorite mutants: The outspoken but Compasionate and tactical Dani, her bestfriend/sorta girlfriend and heavily abused prior to her coming to the team Rahne, naive country boy Sam, smooth talking only in his head and hot headed in everywhere including his body and my adopted son Roberto. Theree was also Karma, a later revealed to be queer immigrant (While not done by Chris Claremont here he certainly is responsible for it later int he 2000s', so respect) trying to care for two siblings the book quickly writes out.

The book would add four more to the mix: Amilla who thanks to a messy backstory and not a lot of use is eh, and three of my faviorites: Illyana, Kitty Pryde's best friend and a sorceress who was kidnapped and tortured by a demon man, Doug Ramsey, kitty's other friend and a computer genius who can read any language and in this era was a non combatant and Warlock, doug's best self friend, a goofy gloriously weird looking alien on the run from his abusive dad.

If your thinking this team has a lot of angst you'd be correct: Rahne is introduced running from an angry mob, Dani having to go with a white man she resents after her grandfather is shot, Roberto's girlfriend being killed by bigots and Sam barely able to keep his family fed having to mine in his pa's place after his dad died. The X-Men as a rule carry baggage but these poor kids had a whole planeload, not helped by being hated and feared.

And yet they perservere: they find love, find strength in each other. They sometimes clash, poor Illyana gets accused of being evil due to her demonic powers far too often, Sam has a one sided crush on Amara, and Doug grapples with being the only one on the team whose powers don't make him fight good.

The book also has a fantastic horror tone at times , something uesd early on as the Professor Xavier who brought these kids together to train them, and to not fight which being mutants is still something they run into constantly. While the issues after tried to go for a more conventional superhero book, Bill Skinewietz arrival, gloriously scratchy pencils and endlessly awesome covers helped cement it: these were kids dealing with terrible horrors: aliens who'd kill their own children, the DID ridden head of Charles Xaviers son, demons internal and without, and a demonic bear following Dani Moonstar I still don't fully understand, but still slaps.

New Mutants is one of the best x-books of the 80s, with X-Factor close behind it (It didn't make the cut but I still love Louise Simonson's Run), and one other just ahead. It's a book full of creative swings, ideas that would last the franchise a while and some of the best mutants ever made.

9. Iceman Written by Sina Grace DB Alesandro Vitti, Edgar Salazar, Robert Gil, and Nathan Stockman Iceman V3 1-11, Iceman V4 1-5, X-Men Winters End 17 Issues

This is the shortest out of these runs and that's for a very simple reason: Marvel's Editorial was very shitty to writer Sina Grace. They lambastated him for going on podcasts in a way that was subtly hompohobic, brought him back for another run.. and then cancled it 5 issues in. Grace has since done work for DC and marvel needs to both apologize and either bring him back or at least collect his run.

Iceman comes from RessuXion, Marvel's kinda sorta push to bring the x-men back after trying to kill them with the previous era. That's not hyperbole, there was a giant murder cloud, most of ya'll likely know, and Ike Pearlmutter was thankfully gone so the X-Men got something resembling a push and the fantastic four were reunited. That last part isn't relevant.

Ressurxion was only a half measure: the x-men really didn't interact with the rest of the lines still, one of the two flagship titles X-Men Gold, was a mediocre rehash of a bunch of previous stories wasting the great idea of having Kitty Pryde lead, and X-Men Blue, while awesome and only barely not making this list at various points, felt very weel spinny as Cullen Bunn wasn't alowed to change much as Hickman's run was on the horizon but not set ins tone. Which is stupid and something I doubt HIkcman actually approved or asked for.

Still Ressuction had a hidden gem alongside Blue: Iceman. So long story short that's going to sound weird even to fans who were there: The Original Five X Men were brough to the future by Beast in a stupid move that left them stranded and traumtized. Jean being about as tactful as a hurricane during Bendis run , OUted bobby claimed "he's not bi he's full on gay" and kinda shoved him out of the closet. While this was well meaning as Bobby still was in the closet in present day, it was done hamm handledly with a slice of accidental bi erasure.

Our Bobby coming out though was thankfully handled better with him admitting he didn't admit he was gay and while Bendis handeld the first part of the coming out with a sledge hammer, several previous x writers had left the seeds that the og class clown was indeed gay and it' sa move I support: the grounding was there and even with him dating women he never seemed that invested for the most part.

So the next era was too busy with the murder cloud to do anything of note with him being out, but thankfully they gave bobby to Sina Grace. Iceman is a fantastic solo and a fantastic queer superhero book, with Bobby figuring out what Coming Out means in his late 20's, and being both out and proud.. but still having struggles. He dosen't know how to put his profile together, has an akward mission with his last het romance kitty, a romance that in hindsight perfectly comes off like someone trying badly to pass as straight, and flirts with wolverine's disaster bisexual son who serves as the main antagonist. It's a book that explores just how fun bobby can be and sold me on a character I didn't care about before.

It also goes into his awful parents. His dad was a massive asshole in the 90's, tried to change but snapped back and while the snap back is a bit o fa continuity gafe, it's one that works as Bobby has to come out to two parents who already barely accept he's a mutant, and now have to accept he's gay. And then try to groom his past self to be the perfect son they always wanted.

It's a great run that not only lets Bobby show off his powers but his heart, humor and what makes him a great character. Check it out of you haven't and hopefully we'll get a one volume edition one of these days. Also just so I dont' have to say that a thousand time that goes for EVERY run present.

8. Wolverine and the X-Men Written by Jason Aaron Art by Chris Bachalo, Nick Bradshaw, Jorge Molina, Ramon Perez, Pepe Larazz and Ed McGuiness 42 Issues + Annual + AU Issue + Amazing X-Men 1-5 49 Issues

Wolverine and the X-Men is the big breakout of one Jason Aaron, a writer I have mixed feelings about. He has written comics I like, this one, doctor strange and so far his TMNT run, but has a weakness for putting over the top spectacle over character or cohesive plot, his Thor run degrading with time and his Avengers run having great ideas for plots but no real meat to said plots.

Wolverine and the X-Men does run into that a little, mostly with the x-men themselves as only WOlverine really gets an arc: most of the team gets a spotlight issue, but still spend the bulk of their time in fight scenes. Kitty Pryde is the only one besides logan to net decent focus and that gets thrown out as Brian Micheal Bendis called dibs as soon as he joined post avx. This was the first book I read with rachel summers but outside of her spotlight she's mostly there to be the token telepath. We never really get a sense of what she WANTS out of the school, how she feels about what Scott's up to anything personal. Cannonball, Sam from New Mutants, gets it worse as he's really just there for his sisters subplot and nothing else. I won't evfen get into the horny bird lady sexually harassing iceman. Ther'es also a bad tendency to treat Cyclops as some form of despot and not that guy what over at the other place.

That said the series manages to dodge this being a complete issue with the kids: Wolverine and the X-Men is at it's core a teen x-men book and the reason these teens are back in school at all also provides nice motivation for Logan to be running a school, something the book frequently lampshades is kinda nuts. With mutantkind dwindling at the time, Cyclops kept militarizing the children and Logan, tired of it and wanting them to live rather than surivvie, took half the x-men and any willing students.

The result is a diverse and intresting student body focusing mainly on Idie, a young religoius african teen who sees her powers as a curse and herself as a monster, Broo, my faviorite x-child period and an adorable nerd who happens to be a brood, a group of aliens that try to eat the x-men regularly with the mutation to not be a bloodthirsty monster, Gensis, a cloned apocalypse who was given superman's upbringing in stasis. And of course theirs Quinten Quire whose been overused sense this but hadn't really got to do anything. He's a punk who after a breakdown at finding out he was adopted decided to throw a riot at the school. He'd rather be on Cyclops Island but gets dragged to Jean Grey's School for Hire Leanring, renamed from "I did your wife school of hire learning". It' shis evolution tha'ts intresting: going from a mouthy twerp with way too much power and ego to.. well still a mouthy twerp but one with an actual heart and friends. We also have Kid Gladiator, son of the shiar empreoro gladiator and boisterious hilaroius jock. We also get great additions like eyeboy, sprite and shark girl, albeit none getting a ton of focus here.

While the main cast is great, what throws this series over the top its it's gonzo creativity. More than any writer since morrrison and until hickman, Aaron embraced the batshit insanity of the x-men and grasps at it with a gonzo whimsy few can match. Jason Aaron has had his issues with reining it in but with x-men it's just the right ballance.

The first arc alone, one of my faviorites despite not being a fan of chris bachelos art, Wolverine opens school, and find sit under siege from a revamped hellfire club, now a bunch of tweens lead by Kade Kilgore. Given hellfire was reduced to "sebastian shaw on occasion maybe" by this point, it was a needed revamp and I get it's not everyones taste but for me it works. Especially when one of Kade's minons is a frankenstien (the doctor not the monster man), who grenade launches frankenstiens at our heros and mutates two members of the school board into a wendigo and a sauron. Oh and the schools grounds have become a baby krakoa, the hisland that wallks like a schoolyard, which wins the day and soon becomes my faviorite part of the book. I loved krakoa since I was a teen so seeing him get revamped as this adorable adiditon was great and I still wonder what happened to them and why the krakoa era never adressed them.

Our heroes fight weaponized brood pregancies, go to space casinos to raise funds, deal with angel having come back as an actual angel and possed by.. something, too many tie ins, a murder circus lead by frankenstien, a field trip to the savage land and a final showdown with the hellfire club. It was a wonderfully creative, batshit insane story with tons of great ideas that have been barely touched, like School-Krakoa, Toad as a good guy or Logan's brother dog coming back as a time traveling badass. There are better books than Wolverine and the X-MEn but few have this much fun.

PS: Almost buried the leap, this book brought doop from x-statix back and i'm eternally greatful and his spotlight issue, drawn by co-creator mike allred, is easily the best of the run. I mean it has this alone

So speaking of doop

7. X-Statix Written by Peter Milligan Drawn by Mike Allred X-Force 116-129, X-Statix 1-26, Dead Girl 1-5, Wolverine/Doop 1 and 2 46 issues

X-Statix came about as part of marvel's big relaunch of the X-Men with New X-Men, canceling several titles, relaunching a few and changing up the few left. In this case X-Force, previously about the new mutants as they grew up and got guns then got their personalities back once Rob Liefield left, they instead completely upended it. The old cast was gone, the old premise was gone, and a whole new idea and cast of mutants were introduced.

The series had a genius premise: A shady reality show producer, Spike Freeman, starts up a mutant reality show at the height of the reality show boom starring a bunch of mutants who are desperate to be loved and adored by becoming rich and famous, often being conceded assholes like any reality tv star.

The catch was revealed in the first issue as the bulk of the team is gunned down: Only angry black man with internalized issues about his race Anarchist and the egotistical , pill popping shocking compitent u go girl are left as the team is rebuilt, now lead by the orphan, a man with super sensitivty and a ton of lampshaded angst, Vivisector, an erudite wolfman who later turns out to be gay, Phat, one of the many white kids approraiting black culture at the time, and Dead Girl. THere's many more but this is the core of the cast for most of the book, which was later relaunched as X-Statix. Many a member dies, no one is safe, and it's cyncial as fuck, making fun of celebrity, events, and mutant cliches. Some of the shine has rubbed off this one as a lot of these jokes have been made a lot, but it's still fun thanks to it's compelling cast who get fleshed out amazingly, meditations on fame, and Doop, the little ball of tumors that follows them around. It's it's own neat little pocket of the marvel unvierse: it's revivial is pretty detached from Krakoa and something I need to check out and it's cast, due to mbeing dead a alot, havne't really crossed over. But the book itself stands as a nice unique pocket

And saving the best for last no discussion would be complete without Mike Allred, an artist with a unique style remincent of jack kirbys btu still his own that's this nice art deco chunky goodness and works perfectly here, both giving the mutants all really fantastic designs and nicely giving everything a splash of color to contrast the dark tone. This is one I picked up in high school in backissues and hasn't left me since.

6. Uncanny X-Men Writer: Kireon Gillen Artists: Carlos Pachcheo, Terry Dodson, Greg Land and Daniel Acuna Uncanny X-Men V1 #534.1-544, X-Men Regenisis, Uncanny X-Men Volume 2 #1-20, AVX Consequences 1-5, 36 Issues

So when I first got back into comics reguarly I figured from both is more dangerous new design where he can't see too good

And the way both bendis own much worse companion book and various others like Uncanny Avnegers or Wolverine and the X-Men talked about him and AVX that Scott Summers had become the new magneto and a dangerous edgelord man.

Instead the truth was more nuanced as i'd learn: Some writers made Scott a bit of an ass during his time leading utopia, the slap of concrete what contained all the muants left. But despite some questionable actions down more to bad writing, he wasn't evil. He asn't purely good either as the schism I mentiond proved, driven to do whatever it took to survive. He was shady but never quite took the heel turn, instead being an intrestingly pragmatic character. Also while he did kill charles xavier it was while hopped up on the phoenix force, something he points out reguarly making everyone else come off as assholes for giving Jean a pass but not scott.

And the man who wrote this best was Kireon Gilleon, scottish writer and maestro who came along after a decent but forgetable run from Matt Fraction and gave the franchise the injection it needed.

His run started with the x-men on utopia nad not only reballanced Scott after said bad writing, but showed off the good and bad of Scott: he's repessed and obessive, but also a stategic mastermind determined to save his people. The early part of his run does what the run before it by Matt Fraction did: uses the whole of mutantkind for huge spectacle as well as return Kitty Pryde to normal, she was a ghost for a while, so she can go off with the other book. The highlight is it's climax: juggernaught, jacked up on the power of a god and a hammer like thor, is more unstoppable than normal and Scott throws EVERY plan he has at the guy and every mutant he has at the guy which is ALL OF THEM who aren't children. And even a few children because the situations that bad.

The real meat is the sadly short livedb ut awesome second volume of uncannY: After the schism, Scott splits up, getting Emma because she loves the guy, Namor because he wants to do Emma and i'm not exagerating he's blatant about it, Storm because Scott dosen't trust himself, Hope the mutants own personal jesus, Danger, the former danger room having gained snetience and tried to kill charles for enslaving her

Dr Nemisis, an immortal nazi hunter, Colossus, current host of the juggernaught powers, his sister Magik, Psylocke, and of course Magneto, who'd recently joined up and is master of magnet.

This team of scary motherfuckers is the exctinction team and that name is unsettling on purpose but also dosen't mean kill everyone.. it just means they could and Scott is both helping mutantkinds rep AND scarring the shit out of it's eneies my taking on extinction events: if something can wipe out huamnity it's their job and it's a fucking briliant setup. Take the strongest x-men left on scott's side, which is really most of THE strongest in general and put them against the worst.

This also sets up the big bad of the series and Kireon's best achivment: Sinister. Gilleon revamped him from a fairly sterotypical and deranced mad science man to a campy as hell horrible as hell man who sets out to remake the world literally in his image, thinks turn of the century britan was just fine, hates women and isn't lacking for quips or meance with our heroes stuck in a city of him that can develop safe guards every time they kill one. And he does so by stealing a celestial's head, which means the first mission alone is stop a space god AND a madman.

There's other good romps but sinister is the core and the series weathers the avx tie ins decently, weaving them into what's writtne. IT's ending, consequences, isn't nearly as good, with scott feeling out of character and was meant to set up further adventures that instead got handed off to bendis, but Gielleon's runs a great mediation on absolute power , scare tactics and the meaning of fear regardless and is still a joy to read every time.

5. X-Men Red/S.W.O.R.D. By Al Ewing Art by: Valerio Schiti, Jacopo Camagni, Stefano Caselli , Jacopo Camagni , Yildray Cinar and Luciano Vecchio S.W.O.R.D. V2 #1-11 , Cable Reloaded, X-Men Red V2 1-18 and The Resurrection of Magneto 1-4 34 Issues

Al Ewing is one of my faviorite writers in comics. easily. Starting with Mighty Avengers, i've adored his runs on Immortal Hulk, his ant-man/wasp trilogy, his character defining run for Roberto decosta on new avengers and usa avengers and what i've read of immortal thor among others. Al Ewing is Marvel's best writer these days and in a pool that includes Jonathan Hickman and now once again Gail Simone, tha'ts the highest praise.

So naturally given Ewing had a clear love of x-men from new avengers alone and a deep love of continuity I was chomping at the bit for him to join the krakoan age, a bit disapointed he wasn't in the first round of books but knowing he had ot show up he just had to.

Thankfully my prayers were answered as not only did Ewing arrive he arrived in style, bringing back SWORD, once shield's extraterestial arm now krakoas. Ewing at the time was reworking marvel's space with his Guardians run and wrote SWORD in concert with it, as big evfents happened and SWORD stood ready, while bringing earth, or sol as it's called onto the galactic stage, starting the run with stealing a mystery metal from the heart of creation and then using it to fund the galactic economy. SWORD was a solid captivating book, amping up the idea of mutant circutis (a bunch of mutants working in concert), galactic marvel and earth's place in it.

What's brilliant in hindsight though as while a great book on it's own, making characters I thought were highly underused like Wiz Kid or Frenzy rise to full potetial and making previously also ran mutant Peeper into a star overnight. I mean look at him

I also love Magneto is so .. happy to see him.

While SWORD is great what followed is truly incredibly, some of ewings best work and all the groundwork was laid in sword, from Magneto regretting his past in the hellfire gala tie in to said gala leading to one of the best events in x-history: Arakko. A bunch of mutatns who'd become a warrior civilization needed a home so thier island was put on mars giving them a planet and possible peace... and storm was put there as regent.

This leads to an even better sequel as ewing keeps SWORD head abigail brand on as big bad, wanting to destroy mutant civilzation and make earth a real power in the universe, and thus Arakko is a great chess piece as Storm plays against Abby for it's future for the first two arcs. Storm is a fantastic character and ewing gets her down pat, her grace, her badassery but also her humanity, kindness and mohawk. Helping her are my two faviorite mutants, no really 1 and 2 respectively, Magneto and Sunspot. Magneto was already eating well in the krakoan age, but ewing gives the old man humanity, with Magneto realizing his lost daughter Anya wasn't a mutant.. and thus can't be brought back and wondering what all this was for, being cojolled into things as he realizes as much as he wanted to retire he can't. Roberto meanwhile had a rough start in Krakoa as Jonathan Hickman took out all his brains for some reason despite being the one who started to emphasize that he's more than just a pretty face.

Ewing in his avengers runs made roberto into a master stratageist and chessmaster bar none who still loved parties, champaign robots and the mission impossible theme, so I was utterlyt hrilled to see berto on the cover. Now a consort to Shiar regent Deathbird and having a stake in the game, Roberto comes to arakko to play and quickly gets involved in things, using his skills to help his new team. Ewing is the man who truly made the best roberto decosta and it's so gratifying to see he got a second lap.

Ewing also builds up arakko well: it's culture, i'ts changes, and the challenges storm and magneto face in changing it, concluding in a massive war that ends the series as arakko's past rule comes knocking. Add in a great epilogue exploring magento and storm and you have one of the finest comic runs in recent memory.

4. New X-Men Written by Grant Morrison Art by Frank Quitely, Evan Van Sciver, Igor Kordey, Phil Jiminez, Chris Bachalo, and Marc Silvestri 114-154 Plus Annual 41 Issues

It was the early 2000's and the x-men had hit a fucking a wall. The 90s while fondly remembered for the jim lee outfits, awesome cartoon and other delights, were a nightmare time for the x-men. Just trying to read that era of uncanny and adjectivless to fill the gaps in my knowledge was a waking nightmare with only a few bright spots. I got as far as just after operation zero tolerance and bailed and despite bringnig back heavyweights like Alan Davis or Chris Claremont, restrictive ediotrial mandates, overdone crossovers and other nonsense had left the x-men barley standing.

Desperate Marvel had a bunch of creators pitch various ideas for a bold new take on the x-men.. and the winner was the one, the only Grant Morrison. Grant had already made big splashes at DC with their runs on Doom Patrol, Animal Man and more, had a penchant for writing gloriously weird, sometimes incomprehnsible stories with a beating human heart. So being both a hot writer from the other company and having a bigger bolder vision, and needing badly for the comcis to recover to cash in on the recent film and upcoming X-Men Evolution, they agreed.

The result is the run that made me the x-holic I am today: while I read x-men stories i loved before this, with Chris Claremont and Paul Smith's run being the first this is the one that got me as hooked as I am: a stylish run with what morrison called a kinetic strut, aided by Frank Quitely's weird and awesomely unique art and a variety of other artists of varying quality brought out a vision of a bold new era.

The run came out hot: it stripped it's cast down to a core of iconic x-men, added in Emma Frost finally fully reforming but still 100% that bitch, and threw in curveballs with kind monk with a hell of a look xorn and xavier himself getting his legs back. There were set backs as Colossus was killed before Morrison could use him and Claremont called dibs on rogue and storm for X-Treme X-Men, but they pivoted well.

However a flashy new look wasn't what made the book, it was it's frantic pace and bold new vision: Morrison recontexulizted the x-men as an actaul minority, giving them a culture, a voice and making many weirder and wilder than ever before, showing that not every mutant got to pass. He also threw the x-men out of the shadows: formerly, a group of outlaw mutants hated and feared, they weere still that but thanks to Professor Xavier's twin who tried to choke him in the womb, he's outed to the public and rolls with her , using his body as a suit at the time, doing so to change the x-mens mission, now doing more search and rescue with slick leather jackets. They aren't traditional superheroes anymore, but just a trained team of the best trying to help their own. The X-Men now hav ea worldwide reach with x-corp with missions going from paris to shang hai.

Morrison took plenty of other hammers to the status quo: Xavier and Lilandra broke up, he could walk, Genosha got destroyed in a devistating act, scott and jean had marriage crissi as Emma gaslit him into an affair and Beast got his awesome lion look. The run also isn't afraid to get weird with xavier's twin he seemingly killed in th womb Cassandra Nova, a corrupt general whose skin becomes golems, and a special class made of mutants all with weird borderline useless powers, most of whom would become fan faviorites.

Years ago this would've been my easy number one but age for both me and the comic have revealed cracks; Some bits haven't aged well like Dust, whow hil ea good character now was done with no real research or depth, the u men dangling way too close to a parody of trans people, being just fringe enough to avoid it but still far closer than they should be.

The biggest knock though is the final two arcs: everything up to that is minty fresh and full of cool ideas warts and all. The last two arcs have Morrison try to rerail magneto back into a hateful monster instead of the complicated monster he'd become, something already tried in the 90's but even worse here, with Magneto reduced to the boring silver age villian that got old fast. I'm not against holding his feet to the fire for his worse actions, but this one was too far and swiftly retconned.. in a very dumbass way but still, you uusally only get a patch on a bad story that fast. Here Comes TOmmorow likewise is a trippy and mediocre finale to the run. Not as bad as what just came before, but it's grant morrison at their most self indulgent... that i've read.

Still despite the runs issues.. it's a good ride and worth it for classics like E is For Extinction and Riot at Xaviers alone.

3. X-Men By Jonathan Hickman Art by Pepe Laraz, R.B. Silva, Lenil Francis Yu, Mahmud Asrar and Valerio Schiti House of X 1-6, Powers of X 1-6, X-Men 2019 1-21, 5 Giant Size X-Men One Shots, and Inferno 1-4 42 Issues

Anyone whose read this blog a long time knew this was coming. I mention X-Men as much as possible and the krakoan era, being so weird and wonderful, was something I brought up a lot. Especially the x-men colonizing mars. And I probably will again. The Krakoan age is one of the best eras of x-men and while it ended in fire and a whimper, it started with a bang.

The x-men were in a bad place in 2019. Ressurxion as I mentioned wasn't horrible but wasn't really a reinvention, partly because they woudln't let anyone make any real changes which... again this run could've easily dealt with fine. Before that Marvel , and once again entirely serious tried to kill the x-men, showving them to the side and trying intitally to make the inhumans symapthetic when they needed to get rid of their murder cloud. And the inhumans books WERE great, but no one could get the taste of ike pearlmutter trying to make them the new x-men out of their mouths.

And like the last time the x-men were in a bad spot, marvel sought a hot creator, gave them creative control and let them do a hard stylish reset. Last time it was grant morrison, , this time it was Jonathan Hickman.

Hickman is one of my faviorite marvel writers. While he started slow yet awesome with a small run on secret warriors, a book that remade shield and did black ops glory, he rose to his biggest success with Fantastic Four, taking one of marvel's greatest teams and plunging them out of their rut with a big sweeping sci fi plot, clever ideas like 4 great cities about to go to war, a council of far less moral reed richardses, and smaller scale but no less game changing ideas like havnig the fantastic four open up a think tank for children, the future foundation, finally once and for all resolving ben grimm's on and off state of being cured, and giving the richards kids fleshed out personalities.

I could gush about this run all day but i'll save that for next year.

The point is HIckman had a talent for big wordy sweeping epics and was quickly tapped to follow up Brian Micheal Bendis on avengers, which had also gotten old for some, expanding the team's scope, having a meta plot about the multiverse dying and combining a core of familiar faces (including hulk's first longterm run as an avenger), with people who had yet to wield the circle a like Cannonball, Sunspot and SHang Chi, giving all three a needed boost.

So him doing X-Men was a natural next step that seemingly just.. didn't happen. Ike Pearlmutter's attempt to dempahsises it probably is why and Hickman having completed his sweeping epic across several titles, was ready to go to dc. THen Marvel, desperate to revitalize the circle x.. offered it to hickman. And a thing I didn' tknow is while he got what made the ff and avengers work perfectly.. hickman wasn't a fan of either going in. He did his through homework and you honestly can't tell he dosen't, but X-Men on the otherhand was his teenage obession. Like me, it consumed him and he jumped at the chance to do it his way.

He also saw a franchise that post avx had stagnated, not really inovating and growing and gave it a shot in the arm. Just like New X-men before it, Hickman decided to ditch where the franchise had been stuck, in schools with never aging classes and wars with each other and try something entirley new, something that could not be walked back easily and that even going back to basics, the current run is still feeling the repurcussions of. With 6 golden words:

Hickman in his epic pair of mini series that are really one big 12 issue series, House of X and Powers of X flipped up the wohle gameboard and erased problems that had been plauging the x-men: The constant climate of fear? The X-Men decided to fuck off to their own island nation, Krakoa, the island that walks like a man and is now cool with them. Humanity hating and fearting them? still a problem but they can sue for peace with some mmmm drugs and deal with those who don't take the mmmmm drugs. And they could just give these mmmm drugs that cure brain diseases free but after the rampant genocides, not hyperbole they have a statistic

Their saying enough. And the various mutants killed off for shock value? Well... death no longer matters. In a game changing final reveal, mutants can now be revivied from teh dead thanks to 5 working in concert. Add in a meta riff with Moria Mactaggerts 10 lives and you have a brilliant start

And HIckman did'nt stop there, as his next book , X-Men and i'ts companion piece Giant Sized X-Men was less one long narrative and more a series of ideas for the universe he was creating, a series of brilliant one shots following Scott Summers in a good place in his life: His wife is back from the dead, their embracing polyamory so he can still see emma and Jean can see wolverine who lives with them, both their kids are alive and well. It's a dream. And with every issue hickman provided a great adventure from magneto standing against a tie in, to discovering Krakoa's lost sibling setting up the massive x of sowrds crossover, to a family roadtrip into space to dela with the brood, to the savage land ot fight the golden girls, to a hidden vault to face the future, there was never an end to his creatviity or clever ideas.

Sadly there was an end to his run with Inferno which left on a high tying up some threads and leaving the rest open for those to take up the sword after he left. Hickman's run is gorgeously drawn by a bevy of the best in the buisness, well throught out and stylish and I will likely read it forever. While Krakoa sadly didn't last this run stands forever as what it is : MUTANT.

2. X-Factor By Peter David Art by Peter David and Pablo Raimondi, Ryan Sook, Dennis Calero, Renato Arlem, Roy Allen Martinez, Khoi Pham, Scott Eaten, Valentine De Landro, Larry Stroman, Marco Santucci, Bing Cansino, Emanuela Lupacchino, Leonard Kirk, Neil Edwards, and Paul Davidson Madrox 1-5, V3 1-50, 200-262 , X-Factor The Quick and the Dead, X-Factor: Layla Miller and Nation X: X-Factor 119 Issues

Peter David might be my faviorite x-writer and is the other major reason I fell as hard for x-men as I did. Starting off at marvel with his character defining run on Incredible Hulk, he did a short stint on the x-side of things with X-Factor, following up the original run by focusing on a bunch of lesser focused mutants who weren't afraid to pepper things with jokes, weren't immune to tragedy, and threading a nice line between real danger and humor. It sadly didn't last long, but what we got was great.

So come the 2000's, he returned to marvel after a long stint at dc and another sensational run with young justice, Peter David asked "Are you ready for the sequel?" So came X-Factor, also known as X-Factor Noir to defretate it from the previous two runs, a decade long run rivaling Chris Claremonts in character, franchise impact and sheer girth. David's come the closest to Claremont's flair for shakeups, cast rotation and soap opera.

X-Factor primarily stars Jamie Madrox, an also ran mutant who could multiply who was the comic relief in David's previous run then kinda thrown aside like garbage and used in backgrounds. Clearly liking Jamie and seeing potential in him, David brought his boy back as a private eye working cases in mutant town. What was once the mutant burogh of new york is now filled with those who lost their powers on m-day, something our heroes also investigate as Wanda's mental breakdown wasn't exactly common knowledge.

Helping Jamie in his noir detective fantasy are Strong Guy, his best friend and the best character of the previous run, Wolfsbane, who was also on that team but is now older and angister, even more so after she leaves the team breifly to join x-force, Siryn, jamie's dupes ex and daughter of the banshee and M, monet st croix whose better than you and knows it. Monet is STILl a major fan faviorite and player to this day thanks to this run and everyone got a bump. This included later additons longshot and shatterstar, the latter of whom became a pansexual icon.

The run is massive and something I hope to cover someday in SOME form but loops our heroes as they do buisness in mutanttown, move to the east for goverment work, come back to nyc, and deal with everything from a manical man from the future to the invisible woman going missing. It's a fun run full of deep character development, well executed twists and while I used to feel it had a huge downturn, it seems far more coherent now.. though i'd still have to reread to see for sure. But what's ther eis one of the best runs in x-men , one of my faviorites.. and only one tops it you can transparently see coming

Uncanny X-Men By Chris Claremont Art by Dave Cockrum, John Byrne, Paul Smith, Frank Miller, John Romita Jr, Barry Windsor-Smith, Marc Silvestri, Rick Leonardi, John Bogdanove, Al Milgrom, and Jim Lee Uncanny X-Men 94-279, X-Men Annual #3-12, 14, Marvel Graphic Novel #1, Wolverine #1-4, Kitty Pryde and Wolverine #1-6,X-Men/ Alpha Flight #1 and 2, X-Men Vs Fantastic Four #1-4, X-Men #1-3 214 Issues

Hail to the King Baby. Having recently finally read EVERY issue of this run, I can say Chris Claremont defines the x-men. Even as things change, the basis was set by him. While Lee and Kirby created the x-men, Chris Clarmont made them truly exceptional.

Most of you don't need an intro but just in case: Chris Claremont was an up and coming writer at marvel who exploded when he took over x-men from Len Wein. Wein had relaunched the x-men with giant sized, creating a brand team with artist Dave Cockrum: Xaviers Original students were quickly written on in Wein's planneed next issue leaving only Cyclops, now moodier, as the vetral to command a group that was not 5 teenagers with attitude, later 7, but adults from radically diffrent backgrounds: A near feral and terse secret agent who once fought the hulk, a russian farm boy who can turn to steel, a woman from cairo who lived as a goddess in kenya, a former foe turned experinced ally, and a circus performer with the face of demon but the kindest soul of all.

Claremont would take this great setup and run with it once given full control. He reinforced the mutant metaphor which was present on and off in Lee's run, but now came blaring out, with the series first overarching villian being a mad scientest who speaks of mutants like a feral monster and has an army of shiny new sentinels, as opposed to the misguided previous users of them. The X-Men's rep takes a hit as the series goes and their forced to wipe goverment records as it plots against them. As the run goes on the racisim grows, as the goverment turns against them and the x-men are left as outcasts even among other heroes, going to war with both the ff and the avengers for diffrent reasons. In his most powerful use of this the x-men have to face Revered Striker, a fire and brimstone preacher with a secret paramilitary death squad.

But more than that he gave the franchise humanity: The X-Men here are fully fleshed out people: Scott strains under the role he's been given and trained since childhood and his rough past, Logan grows from a feral asshole who nearly kills nightcrawler for laughing at him, to Kurt's best friend and a wise if still gruff man who loves his found family. Ororo has the biggest evolution: from a shy woman discovering the world, to a goddess, to someone grappling with the darkness in her and the things she must do to keep her found family safe. Colossus grapples with the violence and confusion of his new world and of finding love even if it hurts someone he cares about. Things only get richer as new characters are rotated in: Jean is thought dead after joinnig breifly and leaves an impact and banshee goes to join his true love on a scottish island. This leaves the board open for Kitty Pryde, a 13 year old written shockingly well who grows up year by year and has to deal wtih the reality of being an x-man and of having a crush on a 19 year old and Rogue, who goes from a foe of the x-men they slam the door on badly haunted by her fractured psyche to.. well the last part dosen't go away but she's one of the most trusted x-men with time .

Claremont wasn't afraid to shake this up either: over the course of his run the x-men are thought dead by xavier and left to their own devices, loose jean, cyclops leaves, the mansion is breifly destroyed and their forced to live on magneto's spooky island, the new mutants arrive, and you never get a full sense of peace. When one status quo has set in a while, it flips. Just when the x-men were getting used to rachel summers, jean's troubled daughter from the days of future past, rachel flees and half the team is horribly mauled and they have to almost start over. The x-men sacrifie themselves and use their newfound supposed death to strike from the shaodow. and the final stretch of the run has the x-men scattered to the winds and coming back together.

Change is the constant as is a parade of intresting foes: Magneto is reconfigured from cackling super villian early on, to the troubled complicated man he becomes later, trying hard to be better while the world says no. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is reformed into a more modern for the time terroist group with the cunning mystique.. who tehn has the team work with the goverment when she finds that safer. Mastermind is taken from Magneto's lackey to a truly frightining figure whose only beaten because the person he was manipulating with. Then Claremont adds his own: The Hellfire Club, rich mutant assholes hiding in plain sight woh easily outflank our heroes, Nimrod, a robot from the future sent to kill mutants but who sees himself as a hero, the Brood, terrifying xenomorph knockoffs, and the Shadow King: Xavier's oldest and deadlist foe.

Ther'es a lot here: Our heroes go to space, grapple with demons literal nad metaphorical, spend time in the outback with a wiseman who can teleport, go to another dimension or two, there is FAR too much in this decade to recap but it is special

The run isn't without flaws and the age spots may be an issue: there's the entirely stupid and gross kitty pryde and colossus romance which is thankfully kept to mostly a crush but wolverine treats like Colossus wronged her by.. not wanting ot date a 13 year old and finding someone else. The bunche sof brainwashing. Kitty Pryde using the n-word twice. Coloring native american characters bright red. Ther'es a lot of stuff left over from the 80s in here that we'd rather throw back. Now Claremont's bdsm fetish on the other hand.. eh fair enough.

But if you can get past it, you'll find an epic like no other, one continuious story that nicely weaves with it's sister book new mutants. A story you can hop in at any point and enjoy (except maybe those last two years. Yeesh) yet as this glorious whole i've discovered now owning most of it and reading it often, it's a wonderful saga with tons of planning, and it'll likely never be topped in scope, though many of these fine runs equal it in quality. It's the basis for some of the best comic si've ever read, and I'm pleased to have read it all. Thanks for reading and please.. read some of these.

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Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

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Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

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As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

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Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

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fanfic rec rules and fandoms

rules: pretty simple, I won't write romantisization of things that are gross (General Bigotry, sa, eds ect) But I will use them as a tool for hurt/comfort basically? Only things I've faced (So all of the listed above lmao) If I don't want to write something I just won't respond, simple as that, so no need to be afraid to mak a fic request because worst case scenario, You just don't get the fic. However like 9/10 I will write it:)

I wrote the fandoms in order of my interest level in them (Whichever the current top ones are are probably my hyperfixations)

Fandoms I will write for (Some of which I will only do platonic, But I specify dw)

The last of Us

Joel (Platonic)

Ellie (Platonic)

Mw2

Ghost (Any)

Soap (Any)

Gaz (Any)

Price (No x readers or smut)

Alejandro (Any)

Rudy (Any)

The Magnus Archives

Jonathan Sims (No smut)

Martin (Any)

Elias (Any)

Peter (Any)

Tim (Any)

Sasha (Any)

Rick and Morty

Rick (Platonic)

Morty (Platonic)

Knives Out

Benoit (Any)

Our Flag Means Death

Stede (Any)

Edward/Blackbeard (Any)

Izzy (Any)

Frenchie (Any)

Jim (Any)

Oluwande (Any)

Bbc Ghosts

Captain (Any)

Kitty (No smut)

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

Alastor (No smut)

Angeldust (Any)

Husk (Any)

Blitzø (Any)

Stolas (Any)

Millie/Moxxie (No smut)

Loona (Platonic)

Octavia (Platonic)

Gotham

Edward/Riddler (Any)

Oswald (Any)

Gravity Falls

Dipper (Platonic)

Mabel (Platonic)

Wendy (No smut)

Robbie (No smut)

Ford (Platonic)

Stan (Platonic)

Bill (Any)

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HI! sorry i didn't send earlier i was carefully looking thru the prompts 😊😊 hope you'll like this (i'm obsessed w ethan!spiderman as u can see)

🪷 : ethan landry!spiderman x y/n!reader

(they are only friends they have the same dynamics as peter and ned but they are actually in love w eachother)

physical gestures :

8. tipping your chin to make you look into their eyes

y/n tipping ethan's chin, u can imagine her sitting on his lap while she's stitching him up

2. pulling you by your waist

ethan pulling her for better access to his wounds

(i also wanna add y/n gently touching his neck while her other hand examines his sides for any injuries)

sorry if it's a bit too specific! 😭

🫖 : when's your bday? favorite sanrio character? top3 tv shows? your celeb crush at the moment?

okay so this is both a blurb prompt and questions, i’m splitting them up. so this is to answer your lovely questions and the blurb will be a separate post. don’t know how quick i’ll get it out since i have a LONG week at work coming back from four days off, but i’m happy you gave me some specific details helps with the vision.

SO! TO THE Q&A!

when’s my birthday? - january 18 (turning 22 next year!)

favorite sanrio character? - i’d have so say either hello kitty or melody (kinda basic i know)

top 3 tv shows? - okay so i’m gonna give you the top 3 shows i watch when im going to sleep (i know i know not exactly the same, but bare with me please) 1. bobs burgers for sure (comfort family) 2. rick and morty 3.archer (i just feel like i haven’t been watching too much tv lately. it’s the attention span shortening)

celeb crush atm? -not really a celeb, but ethan edwards for Michigan University hockey. gonna play for the New Jersey Devils (even tho im a ducks girlie to my core) he’s my nathan hawkins from icebreaker (HOCKEY BOOK BOYS!!!) but celebs i would definitely just throw that joe keery is really making a comeback into my heart with these new photos being released.

so when i post the blurb i will be tagging you and thank you so much for the request and questions💗💗💗

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For the anons who wanted a Cat Rick x Reader fic. For My other Cat Rick x reader fics, check out this master post.

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You were about to step out; car keys in hand and with only one destination in mind, but your feline man child of a pet swaggered on over and got in the way. “Baby, I'm hungry.”

“Yeah,” You sighed, already sure where this was going. “and I'm supposed to care because?”

Taking in the sight of your baggy joggers and bleach stained t-shirt, he rolled his eyes. “Since you're ugh - you're clearly dressed to impress, you might as well feed me before you go.”

“I just fed you.”

Pointing at his empty dish, he complained. “But I'm still hungry. You think I'd be satisfied with only th-that much?”

You had hoped so. “I swear to God Rick,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep calm. “if you want food that badly then get it yourself. There must be more than enough in the cabinet. And don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy meow mix, because I’ve seen how obscenely excited you get over it.”

“Come on baby, I don't want to eat any more of that right now. I-I figured you're already wasting your life and cash away at Taco Bell. Might as - might as well pick me up some Mcnuggets on the way.”

“If I'm killing myself softly with junk food then that's my own business, but you, I thought you were given doctors orders to eat better, weren't you?”

“Screw him. He - he only said to cut back on the liquor. He never told me I-I-I had to ruin my quality of - of life.”

You eyed the areas around his neck that were in patches because he couldn't stop scratching and wondered where you had gone wrong in a past life. “Yeah, I don't think so. Until your rash goes away, then there'll be no garbage food for you.”

“But baby, I-I'll starve.”

“No," You flicked his nose, "you won't. Anyway, I'll see you later.”

“But baby…"

"Look, we've already talked about this. In this home, we respect the holy shell of Taco Bell.”

“There's nothing sacred about th-those ingredients.”

Pushing him out of the way, you rolled your eyes. “Tell me something I don't know, fuzzy butt.”

His ears flattened. “There's a-a lot you'd rather not know, but whatever.”

Something told you this wasn't really about food. "Rick, is something wrong? Is this really about food?"

He didn't answer, but he did grab the meow mix and left to sit on his favorite spot; on top of the fridge.

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You had grabbed your food a half-hour ago, but couldn't bring yourself to drive home. Thoughts on how uncomfortable Rick must've been feeling kept plaguing you. Did he bring it upon himself with his habits? Yes, but it could have happened to anyone, and considering that he spent his time with mostly human versions of himself, it was possible that a lot of places in the Citadel didn’t cater to felines. It was these thoughts that convinced you of where you ought to go.

You set your directions to lead you to the nearest pet store, and once there you searched for the anti-itch creams and ointments, and cat-safe toothpaste since he couldn't use yours. And although you couldn't get him McNuggets, you did pick up some ingredients to make him homemade nuggets. As you drove back home, you kept asking yourself why you put up with his behavior, and why do you care about him despite it all? Perhaps you were losing it, but after all the time you two spent together, you had become rather fond of him.

Though, it was easy to forget how fond you were of him when he got on your nerves, damaged your stuff, and ate as though he’d never eat again. Still, coming home to see him sprawled out and asleep on your couch, or to find that he had bought you a gift brightened your day. Yet, nothing could top the amusement that comes from having him cling to you the moment you returned home. And as you got home, today was no different. You felt his nails prick at your skin as he latched onto you and complained, “Where the hell have y-y-you been?”

“I went shopping for a few things. Now, are you going to let me go, or do you not want to eat?”

His ears perked at this. “You got me th-those nuggets.”

“No, but I’ll make you some. It’ll take maybe half an hour but…”

“Damn baby, y-your cooking for me now? Do I have t-t-to return the favor somehow?”

Lightly pushing him away, you answered, “Don’t get any weird ideas now.”

“But you never cook f-for me.”

“Yeah, and don’t get used to it.”

A part of you was delighted he was looking forward to it. Who knows, maybe you’ll cook for him again, but only if he doesn’t complain about today's meal.

Fin

[elizaviento]

Compatibility

Note:  I’ve had some stuff weighing heavy on my mind recently and what better way to mentally escape than write cheesy breeding smut?  So, here you go.  This has actually been sitting in my google docs as a draft for AGES and I’m glad it’s finally free.  

Compatibility

(Kitty Rick x Reader)

NSFW -- 1680 words.  Dom/sub elements, heavy emphasis of breeding.

(FYI:  This story is a continuation of His, Anchor and Heat which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description.)

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True to his word, as Rick carried me toward his bedroom, it continued for days and I truly hadn’t the slightest clue what I was in for when I’d encouraged him to give in to his instincts.  Occasionally, we’d pause to eat, drink or sleep.  But, other than that, we remained tangled in a knot of limbs, tussling about on the rumpled mattress until every muscle in my body ached and I felt that just one more orgasm may put me into a coma.

However, that wasn’t to say that I hadn’t enjoyed myself… immensely.  Especially considering that, as I became more and more exhausted, Rick seemed to become more and more dominate; directing me, positioning me, overpowering me.  And, it was glorious.  Because, no matter how I tried to assure him in the past that I would always yield to him, he seemed to cage himself – refuse himself the luxury of the willing pet he’d always desired – and halted shy of the domination that he so obviously craved.  That is, until now.

“Rick – oh fuck,” I panted, lying face down on the mattress, covered in sweat.  He hovered above me, nuzzling and nipping at the nape of my neck.  As much as I wanted to ask him to stop, I never wanted it to end.  But, I was in dire need of a shower and I told him so while attempting to roll over on my back.

“No,” he commanded before clamping his jaws on the junction of my neck and shoulder, holding me fast.

“Why?” I managed to squeak while attempting not to struggle beneath him.

“Because I need – I’m trying to breed you, baby,” he stated, matter-of-factly for the first time since this fuck-a-thon began and it rendered me absolutely boneless.

“Breed? Wha – what do you mean, breed?”

“Mmm, sweetheart.  You know exactly what I mean,” he cooed in my ear.  But, I remained perfectly still and quiet, allowing him to elaborate further. “I’m gonna fill you up, my pet. Don’t you want that?  Fill you up with a litter of our own, hmmm?”

“Oh my god,” I moaned, pressing my face to the mattress.  I hadn’t the slightest idea if it were even possible for him to impregnate me. Would our DNA be compatible?  What would a cat man/human woman hybrid even look like?  Had it happened before?  All these questions flashed through my head while Rick’s claws grazed down my back, tracing the outline of my spine before gripping my hips; lifting and positioning me the way he liked best.

“Rick?” I asked, my voice strained as I felt the plush head of his dick pressing into me from behind for the – how many times had it been already?  The slight sting of raw flesh didn’t deter my desire, rather it served to spur it on.  But, that word continued to ring in my ears.

Breed.

Breed.

Breed.

A litter of our own.

Being the clever feline he is, he sensed my hesitation and could clearly picture his hackles rising in my mind’s eye.

“Wha – w-w-what’s the problem?”  I was correct.  His voice now held a harsh edge that was unmistakable – he was on the defensive. “You don’t want that, huh?”  His claws pricked my skin as he dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of my hips.  I sucked a breath between my clenched teeth, unsure of how to respond. However, he didn’t give me the opportunity.  “Well, you know what – guess what, sweetheart – you don’t have a fuckin’ choice.”

With that final sentence, the harsh edge of his tone was replaced with a dominant playfulness that he reserved only for me and I felt myself relax ever so slightly. Even though he may have been serious in his intention to ‘breed’ me, he knew the exact way to go about it to ensure my compliance.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked, snapping me from the inner monologue that seemed to constantly be playing in my head.  Arching over my back, his silken fur glided across my heated skin and I shivered as his textured tongue lapped at the shell of my ear from behind.  “Answer me.  Say ‘yes, Rick’.”

“Yes, Rick.”

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, pressing his chest to my back; his dick sliding across my ass in the way he knew drove me crazy and I pressed my face to the mattress once again to suppress a moan.  “You belong to me, don’t you, my pet?  I take care of you.”  Pressing his furry muzzle to the sensitive flesh behind my ear, his wet nose left small damp patches across my skin.  Goosebumps erupted in its wake and I felt him chuckle against my back, mingled with the deep rumble of his purr.

He did take care of me, in every way I could possibly need or want.  In fact, since relinquishing my independence, I hadn’t harbored even one regret.  My life was comfortable and easy and I honestly couldn’t image it any other way.

“Yes, Rick. I belong to you.”

With a deep growl that was almost tender, Rick tipped his body to the side until he flopped on the mattress, bringing me down with him.  Then, before I could react or even giggle, he hooked my right arm behind his head, hoisting me further upward so that our heads were level, and hitched my right leg over his hip.  Then, while pressing his muzzle directly behind my right ear, he snaked an arm between us, grasped his dick and slipped inside me with ease.

This position was new – and incredibly intimate; his already labored breaths, mingled with purrs, wafted across my sensitive flesh, sending goosebumps from my scalp to my toes.  The comfortable sensation of fullness was already enough to rip the millionth moan from my throat, but when he grasped my hips in his paw-like hands and forcefully yanked me downward on his cock, I literally squealed.  Gripping the comforter with my free hand and gripping his shoulder with the hand slung around his neck, I held on tightly in anticipation of his next move.

“Watch,” he demanded, vaguely.

Pinching my brow, my body began to tremble as the seconds ticked by with absolutely no movement.  Finally, I was able to mumble a confused, “huh?”, before he pricked the flesh of my hips with his claws and elaborated –

“Watch yourself get fucked.”  Hitching a breath I tipped my chin, shifted my gaze downward and locked on the place where our bodies connected.  Once satisfied with my compliance, he slowly pulled my body upward – my pussy sliding along the length of his cock until just the tip remained – and then slammed it downward, harder than before.  “Did – did you see that, hmm?” he asked as I whimpered.  Don’t you – don’t look away.”

I wasn’t given an opportunity to protest – as if I would – or even reply.  He simply repeated the lift and slam motion with my helpless body, harder and faster.  With each upward pull, his cock emerged wet and glistening and with each downward thrust, it was completely engulfed.  Soon, I was boneless and limp as a rag doll as Rick continued to manipulate my body and growl, lapping at the skin behind my ear with his textured tongue.

“Ah, fuck yeah.  You like that?  Y-y-you like seein’ that dick pound that tight snatch of yours, huh?”

I couldn’t speak – at least not coherently.  Instead, my eyes threatened to roll back into my skull as the delicious pressure mounted with each pass of Rick’s cock over that soft, spongy patch of flesh.

“Keep watchin’, my pet.  I-I-I want you to see that pussy cum all over my cock.  Mmm, you’re close, yeah?  Fuck, I – I’m gonna fill you up real nice.”

The words ‘fill you up’ had a double meaning that was not lost on me and I found myself welcoming the possibility.  Even though I seriously doubted I had the ability to birth a ‘litter’ of… whatever type of offspring we’d produce, the idea of one – or possibly two – evoked a delightful warmth that began in the pit of my stomach and migrated downward at the exact moment the pressure snapped and pulsed outward in a blinding gush of ecstasy.  Involuntarily my eyelids fluttered closed – finally breaking the intense gaze – as something akin to a moan poured from my mouth in the shape of “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Seconds later, the welcome pressure of fangs on my bare shoulder yanked me back to reality as it intensified and punctured with a pop that I could feel more so than hear.  Then, after a few more thrusts with faltered rhythm, Rick’s smothered shouts reverberated from my shoulder toward the center of my chest as he filled me up real nice, just as he promised.

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Hours later, I stared up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes, as I had since Rick dozed off with me pulled tightly to his chest.  Lying on my side with both of his arms wrapped around my waist, his deep breaths wafted across the side of my face.

He hadn’t said it back.

He wanted to breed me… but couldn’t say IT back.

Or – was it really all just instinct fueled by the intense desire to hump any female in heat?

Realistically, there was no way our DNA was compatible enough to create a life.  I knew this, deep down.  No matter how many times he came inside me; no matter how much he insisted – it was impossible.

I was his pet. That was the agreement.  That's what I signed up for.  Not his mate. His pet.

With a deep sigh, I scooted closer, gliding my palms down his chest.  The silken fur felt so good slipping between my fingers and his heat radiated like a furnace, giving us no need for additional cover. Content with the logical conclusion, I drifted to sleep.

The End.

[rickssugarplum]

Love So Soft

Another Valentine’s inspired fic! This one will feature Kitty Rick with @kitten-wrath in mind! Happy Birthday! I hope this is okay! ❤

(Kitty Rick x Reader) NSFW-ish, Valentines, Making Out, Slight Fluff

You celebrate the holiday with your furry valentine.

In the most romantic day of the year, you had wanted nothing more than to spend it with the lovely Kitty man that held your heart like a ball of yarn. You could not wait for him to return home as he was working as a guard for the Citadel. You were in the middle of cooking him a hearty meal for your hard working man. You decided to make him salmon, his absolute favorite. It made you giggle in joy whenever you watched his sharp teeth knaw on the tender meat. You had been so focused on cooking it perfectly and with the loud sizzling of the pan, you did not even hear the door open.

“I’m home, kitten!” he announced. You were so happy to hear his voice and he was just in time to have a freshly made meal.

“Hey Rick! I’m in the kitchen!” you called out. You heard his paw steps as he followed the smell into your view.

“I’m making your favorite.” you said happily. In a few seconds you felt his soft fur on your skin as his arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Mmm...I missed you today...” he whispered as he was nibbling in your ear. You hummed at his soft touch.

“Riiick...” you whined. But he just kept giving you his loving. You felt weak in the knees to say the least. But it would have to wait.

“I have to finish the fish for you...” 

“Fine I’ll let go.” He grumbled as he he let you out of his hold. “As long as you promise after dinner...” he leaned into your ear once more.

“I get to have you for dessert.” he hissed. Your entire face felt hot and goosebumps went up your arms at his request. But it didn’t last long though as the fish was just about done.

Lifting the pan off the burner, you grabbed a plate and gave him his fresh salmon. Meanwhile, Rick was slobbering. Over the food or you, it couldn’t be known. But it was definitely a treat to watch him munch down on his dinner. His sharp teeth immediately pierced the meat as he started to devour it. He must have been really hungry. 

You were gradually chewing on your own fish in a mannerly fashion. Fork and knife in hand, you watched as your lover was appreciating the food you made.

“This is fucking delicious, babe.” he praised with his mouth full. It made your heart speed up.

“Thank you, Rick.” you bashfully replied. Before too long, you were both done with your dinner, bellies now full. As you took the dishes to the sink, Rick spoke up.

“Hey uhh.. I got something for you in the living room. Your head turned swiftly to him. Eyes wide, you almost didn’t believe it.

“Really!?”

Rick smirked at your expression. “Yeah. C-come out and see.” he told you. Excited, you bolted towards Rick who was now by the entryway. As you took a few steps closer, you were welcomed by a huge heart-shaped bouquet of red roses. Gasping, you stopped for a moment to look at the beautiful arrangement and looked down and noticed a heart shaped box of chocolates. On it was a card that stated a simple message. 

For my beautiful Kitten❤ 

You felt your eyes become damp as you realized you had been getting emotional over the sweet gesture. You knew Ricks weren’t the most romantic and they considered Valentine’s Day a holiday made to sell cards. So the fact that he went out of his way to do this was making you misty eyed. 

“Oh Rick....” you whispered. He walked up to you to wrap his arms around you, his furry hands are rubbing your back slowly as he caresses his soft face with yours. He murmured oh so softly in your ear that made you melt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Baby...”

You peppered his furry face with your thanking kisses. He laughed as he was being attacked by your adoration.

Eventually you were both sitting on the couch to relax. He had a long rough day at the Citadel, and you were always his salvation. Groaning, Rick took off his uniform to finally feel free and opted to lay in your lap. For you, it was one of your favorite ways to kill time with him. You took your hand and ran it through his back. The lovely feeling made him writhe in your lap. He started purring at your gentle touch. You blushed and beamed down at him, admiring how adorable he looked like this. Letting his guard down and receiving affection was his sign of trust and love for you. As he kept squirming, he made his belly easy access for you to take both hands and stroke through the fluffy tufts sitting upon it. His purring became louder. You giggled and kept on rubbing the sensitive area. Eventually, you landed on top of him. He smirked and lifted up his head. Pressing his lips to yours, you hummed and you kissed back. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, you were left whimpering. Your hands now gliding his furry chest, he opted to grab your hips to hold you in place. You two had been making out for a few minutes before you both stopped to breathe. After awhile, Rick was the first to speak up.

“So...I think it’s time I have my dessert now....” he whispered as he flicked his tongue on your cheek, making you shiver. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than happy to give it to him. There was no other way you wanted to spend Valentines. 

He was your heart and you were his catnip.

❤

[reveluving]

Lisssssssttteeennnn……imagine while your husband Rick Flag is out on a mission, Benny tries to get closer. One day Rick comes back to Benny sitting at the dining room table eating food his wife cooked for him. Rick would be so damn shook and ready to fight bahahaha!!

NO NO 'CAUSE YOU RIGHT 🧍🏻‍♂️ things would get ugly if the reader ain't there HHH

jealous!rick's probably 'shoot first, ask questions later' and it ain't limited to Benny's little games 'cause you already know his hands are rated e for everyone-

pasta night ; rick flag x reader (ft benny miller)

» warnings: humour & fluff

» m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys')

» "(Y/N)!"

» "Benny, hey!"

» It was half-past eight at night and you were waiting for Rick to return from his mission with DuBois. Nothing drastic, considering they only needed three days to get the job done.

» You've just finished making dinner; some good ol' creamy pesto pasta. Admittedly, you've made too much. Like, enough-for-three days-kinda too much. You didn't think much of it though. You're far too excited to see your husband.

» So, you thought it was a great idea to wait outside, watch the stars and play with the friendly stray cat that for some reason loved visiting you at this odd hour.

» It wasn't until an hour later, that Benny decided to show up from his training session.

» "Rick not home yet?" It wasn't hard to make a guess — you two were practically attached in the hip.

» "Nope, but he will in an hour or so," You chirped, one hand stroking the kitty's head and the other perched on the porch fence.

» What a sight to behold, especially under the moonlight.

» "How was training?" He pulled himself out of his daydreaming state before shrugging, acting cool in front of you.

» "The usual. I even decided to go easy on a rookie, sooo, are you proud?" He took pride in making you giggle, wearing the achievement as a champion would, "And you? Anything interesting today?" He placed his gym back down, rolling his shoulders occasionally.

» "Other than making dinner? Nope," You tilted your head in wonder, "What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

» "Nah, might just reheat something in the fridge," He took notice of the way you frowned a little.

» "You sure? You could always join me, I might've made too much," He opened his mouth but nothing came out before contemplating the idea for a moment.

» He's always wanted to spend time with you, no? He'd never do anything you didn't want, obviously.

» He's a menace, not an actual homewrecker. C'mon now.

» He, like the rest, just wanted to spend more time with you, is all.

» "You sure?" He asked but deep down, he was anticipating the next hour or so with you.

» "Definitely!"

» Just like that, Benny was greeted by the coziness of your humble abode.

» He and the boys have been to your house before but there was something different about being in your kitchen at night with a nice meal to end a dull or stressful day.

» "Here you go," You placed a bowl of pasta and a can of beer in front of him, "Careful, it's still a lil' hot,"

» You opted for tea instead — you did promise Rick that you wanted to eat together.

» Speaking of, your phone chimed before Benny could even chat with you.

» Rick: im on my way, hang tight sweetheart ♡

» You smiled bashfully at the text, typing an equally cheesy response before putting it away out of respect for Benny's company.

» "I take it that he's coming home soon?" He took a sip of his drink, hiding his disappointment that the time would probably end sooner than he thought.

» "Mhm!"

» Thaaat figures.

» But, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy your presence. Hell, the entire one hour felt like a breath of fresh air. Plus, with the hearty meal? He's sure the others would enjoy it just as much.

» Back to you, though, he's reminded why he, Rick and even the rest of the gang found you irresistible.

» Alas, he knew the night came to an end at the sound of the front door.

» You stood up from your seat and Benny watched as you immediately made a beeline for the living room, but not before patting him on the arm.

» "I'll be right back!"

» Ah, bless you for your consideration.

» Rick had taken off his shoes, petted the cat outside and was greeted by the one face he's been dying to see. He needed it — needed you after the mission.

» "Rick!" You jumped in his arms, prompting Benny in the other room to stop chewing. His cheeks puffed up, both from the food in his mouth and the distaste for his name that left your pretty little lips.

» "Hey, darlin," Rick purred, finally loosening up now that he's home, "What smells good in here?"

» "I made pesto for dinner, I told you that this morning, didn't I?"

» "Oh, I was talkin' 'bout you but I'm not saying no to some pasta," You dramatically gasped at his scandalous statement. A common behaviour at this point, always dropping hints at you without a care in the world, "Veeery funny. How's DuBois?"

» "Same as always," He replied, "Here," He dropped one hand to his pocket, fishing out a letter.

» "Is this from Tyla and Cleo?" He hummed, watching you grin. It was cute, to say the least; seeing how you'd keep in contact with the two like the 'cool aunt' everyone has. Cleo thought of exchanging letters, despite having her own phone but decided the former idea had its own appeal. Tyla, too, grew to the idea.

» Lovely sisters, they were. None of you cared if they weren't related.

» Plus, Cleo had a thing for polaroids now, sending you photos of whatever random activities she did with Tyla and even DuBois nowadays.

» How could you ever say no to that?

» …

» Scratch that, make it three.

» Harley's chaotic energy was unmatched but nothing you nor Rick couldn't handle.

» "The mission's okay," Your train of thoughts were interrupted by his reassurance, "DuBois went home safely, and now, I'm home too,"

» Good; you couldn't imagine Tyla's, Cleo's, or your anxiety level if none of them reached home safely.

» "I'm really glad it went well," You mumbled against him, feeling his arms tighten around you, "I hope you don't mind but I invited a friend over for dinner," You headed to the kitchen, walking backwards as Rick followed suit.

» Thank goodness you went in first or he would've swung at the sight of the guest.

» "Flag," He raised his can of beer. Rick didn't miss his instigating tone; Benny might as well have fun a little, right?

» "Hope you don't mind me borrowing her for a bit,"

» Oh nah.

» The nerve-

» "Rick, no!" You wrapped your arms around him, holding him back, though you knew he could've pulled away if he wanted to.

» Plus, what has gotten into him? Could it be that he's angry because he didn't want to share?

» That's preposterous.

» "I was the one who invited him in!" You explained over his shoulder, "I made a lot of pasta when Benny came back from his training. None of the boys was home yet and I didn't want him to have some random TV dinner. So, I called him over so he could bring home some leftovers for others, that's all,"

» You felt him relax a little but still on edge nonetheless. You had your left cheek squished against his back to calm him down, unaware of the shit-eating grin he's receiving from Benny.

» "Yeah, Flag. She makes a mean pasta, I see why you're not a fan of sharing,"

» All Rick could do was grit his teeth behind his ambiguous statement.

» Acting civil shouldn't be difficult, considering that was what he's done back in Belle Reve and yet, the smug bastard before him really tested his patience.

» To be honest, this or this is what the confrontation would've looked like if you weren't there.

» Still, he trusted you with all his heart. He knew you'd decline or call Benny out the second he takes a step too far.

» So, he relaxed under your touch but continued to glare at the fighter in front of him.

» "Glad we can come to an agreement," He scoffed, motioning you close for a side hug. A smirk broke out of his face when he noticed Benny's clear annoyance. Rick wasn't going to give him the slightest satisfaction and it shows, "(Y/N) right here, is one in a million, kid,"

» You giggled when he nuzzled against your hair, blinded by the fact that things were beginning to heat up until you remembered your guest.

» Poor Benny had to endure the art of third-wheeling.

» (that's what yo' ass get-)

» Those short seconds of love were brief but damn, they felt like hours.

» "C'mon," You took the same hand that was caressing your face, pulling Rick to the table together.

» You took the liberty to sit in between them, in case one of them decided to say something that could aggravate the other.

» For whatever reason.

» Seeing that none of them wanted to talk to each other but to you instead, dividing your attention was the only option.

» So, you went from Rick.

» "Harley wants us to babysit Bruce again next week,"

» To Benny.

» "The gym's always open for new people, y'know?"

» Then, Rick again.

» "You think DuBois' gonna throw another get-together soon?"

» Then, Benny again.

» "Will won't stop bugging me about this bakery downtown but I know I'm not planning to go with him,"

» Whenever your attention was on the former, the latter made sure a displeased look was on their face, and vice versa.

» A mess, honestly. It's amazing that you never caught these in your attention.

» Soon after, Benny checked the time; seeing that the others were bound to return home soon, he took his leave.

» Begrudgingly, to him.

» Thankfully, to Rick.

» But, not before you passed Benny containers filled with pasta, plus, some treats you've made the day before.

» "Heat it up in the microwave for two minutes, make sure you stir them after every thirty seconds," You reminded him once the three of you stood by the front door.

» "I will, thanks again, sweets,"

» One would be aware that a pet name like that would've thrown Rick off.

» So, what was stopping him?

» Well, the way he thanked you wasn't the teasing tone he's normally dealt with.

» No, it was genuine gratitude. Benny almost looked like he didn't know what to do.

» You've told him about your time in the military with the boys. One thing he was thankful for was the good memories you held with them. They weren't easy but compared to Belle Reve?

» Military service seemed like child's play.

» Rick was somewhat in Benny's place before.

» Out of place. Reserved. A little hot-headed to some, even. Up until you came along.

» It felt weird. Not bad, but fuzzy, if that made sense.

» That's probably what Benny was feeling too.

» So, he sighed but continued to lean against the door frame, just behind you. Once goodbyes were exchanged, you turned around, only to see him crossing his arms.

» "Aww, Rick, come here," You brought your six-foot husband in an embrace, feeling his guard drop the second your ran your fingers through his hair, "What's gotten into you, hm?"

» His lack of response worried you until he lifted you off the porch floor.

"Just miss you, is all," He hid his face in the crook of your neck. You figured he was having one of those moments, whether it was after a particularly rough mission or a tough time sleeping. It could've been anything but you didn't question it. You just continued to lavish him with your presence. Words of affirmation or butterfly kisses, it didn't matter.

» "I miss you too, handsome," You cooed. You stayed like that for a moment, legs off the ground as he carried you with ease, "Wanna head inside?"

"In a bit," You hummed at his response, enjoying the moment as he placed a kiss or two on your jaw.

» He loves you, to the moon and back. He'd show how much you mean to him if he had to.

» He could only imagine the seething look on Benny's face if he watched from his house window.

» Probably hilarious, if you asked Rick.

» I'm just saying; Benny probably probably saw it and is screaming in a pillow right now.

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

» taglist: @perseone @aria725 @all-the-things-i-done @torchbearerkyle (+ kudos to @velocibeewords for establishing that Benny is in fact 'Little shit!Benny') ♡

» y'all are absolutely killing it in my askbox ✋🏼😭 I've got a couple more so I'm so excited to do my take on it! feel free to send in yours; one of them is particularly spicy so ;)

» y'know I'm up for fluff, humour and/or smut! <3

» don't forget to leave some sugar, babe! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[babblydrabbly]

Wanna Be Yours (Rick Flag x Reader)

[Gif]

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

Anonymous Asked: no thoughts just rick flag and the reader grinding on each other at the club in the middle of the dance floor🤤 (this kind of counts as a request😭 take your time though babe no rush at all💕)

Anonymous Asked: Okay but what about a sequel to the supply closet fic where the two have to actually talk about what is going on between them? 🥺 Characters: Rick Flag, Harley Quinn, Blackguard, Boomerang, Mentions of Amanda Waller, Catwoman, and major Harley Quinn!Friendship because always. Rating: M+ Word Count: 5k Warning(s): Language, violence, kissing, grinding, groping.

A/N: More angsty than smutty, but still inspired by a Spotify playlist titled 'pov: you horny 24/7'. Unofficial sequel to my fics Storeroom Talk and Edging Toward Something (Rick Flag x reader). Slight jealous!Rick Flag. Happy ending!

You're getting the hang of the squad, but being around Rick feels like it might be getting too complicated. Harley suspects something going on between the two of you; She takes it upon herself to intervene— For both her friends' sakes. Your next mission seems like the perfect time for it. Set before The Suicide Squad (2021).

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Fucking Quinn.

No wonder they never let her out into gen pop. She was a menace. Your current mission was leaving you exhausted from her constant prodding; You were a little envious at how she could be so off topic and yet still stay so alive. From traditional gunfire to mutant monsters threatening to suck the skin off your bodies, Harley’s maniacal energy never faded when on a suicide mission.

“Are you into kitty, [L/n]?” She threw out casually. She asked you as you were pressing a small block of C4 into the bank of network servers in front of you. You huffed beneath your mask, the thick material obscuring your expression. You didn't know how or when, but her mask was a mess of glitter and pink acrylic paint, a happy face grinning back at you. "Follow up question: I specifically mean would you be into mine?"

“You’re incorrigible.” You muttered, finishing up the tasks at hand.

Harley shrugged, “Thought I'd take a swing. I don't know about you, but I ain't exactly getting much in isolation.”

You shook your head. “We don’t have time—.”

“Yeah yeah, mission first. I get it. This is what I’m talkin’ about! For a job we ain’t gettin’ paid for you're workin’ too hard, [L/n].”

You stood up. “First of all, we are technically getting paid in time served off. Second of all, I meant we don’t have time to fuck before this place blows. As in, right now.”

Harley, delighted at the prospect, waggled her dark eyebrows as you threw your utility pack back on. The two of you booked it out of the large room; You threw an arm up to shield your eyes as she used her baseball bat to nail a few more servers on your way out. Her laughter echoed off the cold walls.

“What about Boomer? He ain’t the cleanest, sure.” Harley continued as you pummeled the area’s security personnel. You tossed a live grenade at her, and she hit a proverbial home run, blasting the doors to your getaway right off their hinges.

“I thought we were talking about us?”

You leapt into the driver's seat of an abandoned jeep, the driver already yanked out and dead on the floor of the loading dock. In your ear, the comms were bustling with instructions and commands from all over the Task Force's different teams. Harley hopped in beside you.

"I'm just sayin'." She continued. "If we're not on the next one together, you gotta expand your options."

You scrunched your nose, putting the car into drive. "I don't know about Boomerang."

In the rear view, you saw a man pop up. Face bloody, a scream ripped from his already shredded throat. You shifted into reverse, and Harley braced her hands on the dash gleefully as you rammed the henchman, pinning him to the cement dock.

"Besides— I. I'm good, I think." You added quietly to yourself. Even as you drove out of there, from the corner of your eye, you saw Harley glance over at you minutely.

You were a few things— An ex-thief, a quick learner— But a good liar was not one of them. There were times when Harley Quinn had noted your absence during missions. Convenient times, when you weren't needed— She also noted that they coincided with the uncharacteristic disappearances of one Colonel Rick Flag.

It was always such good luck when the two of you turned out to be alive, but a little late to the party.

"Good, huh?" She smiled devilishly. You stepped on the gas. Harley turned around as the explosion behind you lit up the night sky, the flames illuminating her dazzled face— Like she was watching fireworks on the Fourth of July.

---

As it turned out, your next mission did involve Harley again. The two of you hurried as the others waited outside the surveillance van. You were changing into clothes that blended in more with where you were headed.

Harley slipped a gaudy sequin dress over herself, her hair pinned up in a high, loose bun, freshly dyed. She had already applied her make up, a purple smoky look painted around her eyes to match her dark lipstick. A pair of dice earrings dangled from her ears.

You'd chosen a black dress— A bodycon one with thin straps. You put on a pair of sheer black stockings to make yourself feel less exposed. There wasn't much of a selection in the large canvas bag Quinn had brought for the mission. For make up, you had put on some eyeliner and gloss. It had been so long since you used anything on your face— The cheap make up you could barter for at Belle Reve always made you break out.

"Hey, check out your girls!" Harley quipped. She cupped her own, nodding to your chest enthusiastically. You reddened. Smoothing down your dress and tucking your hair behind your eyes, you shot her a small smile back.

"We look fuckin' phenomenal." Harley patted you on the back, ready to go. She kicked open the doors to the van, nearly hitting Rick Flag in the process.

You did your best not to sneak glances at him while all the others were around. You felt as everyone ogled you and Harley. She bowed playfully at Harkness as he whistled. He wore a terrible Hawaiian shirt— Almost as colorful as Harley's dress— Tucked into a pair of black slacks. He even bothered to shave. Their outfits combined made you crack up. At least this operation's team line-up didn't make you feel uncomfortable.

"You good?" Rick muttered beside you. You greeted him with a brief nod, and he handed you a knife to slip into your high heeled boot.

He was in Colonel mode— Listing off updates to Waller back at base and instructing everyone to get moving. You were a few blocks from a prominent nightclub; Inside, the target would be arriving later in the night.

Learning about the plan had made you nervous. The Suicide Squad was all about covert operations— Of getting in and getting out as soon as possible. You were getting used to the speed of it, of the urgency and adrenaline. This was not going to be that kind of mission.

"A what?"

"A honeypot." Harley had described back in the van. "I thought you were all about this kinda shit!"

"I'm not Catwoman," You whispered, embarrassed. "I don't disarm people with charm. I hardly had to deal with people at all, to be honest."

Catwoman was one of your idols, but your shtick was not even close to hers. When Waller gave you all the plans for tonight, you had begun to sweat— And you weren't even going to be doing the bulk of the work.

You were going to be eyes and ears on the dance floor; You'd cover the bottom floor with Blackguard, while Flag kept a look out on the upper balconies. The real show stopper was Harley, who was going to be dancing with Boomer, waiting to get the target's attention. All the other members would be waiting outside, ready to gun down anyone working for the target that tried to intervene.

Which is how you ended up in the middle of a crowded club, bodies pressing and dancing to the beat around you. It was a far cry from dismantling meta human biker gangs and blowing up warehouses.

You cradled an overpriced cocktail and pretended to dance. You kept yourself moving, avoiding anyone that tried to saddle up to you. From your vantage point, you could see Rick upstairs. He wasn't exactly a sore thumb— He just looked so odd in a pair of jeans and a plain dress shirt. He moved around unhurried, the long neck of a beer bottle in his grip. You knew that under his belt he was sporting at least one firearm. A few feet away, Blackguard had several concealed as well.

"I've got eyes on the target." Blackguard announced. "He's headed for his booth." You waited a beat before catching a glimpse as an entourage of people entered the closed off lounge at the base of the stage. The leader took a seat, the rest of his group following suit.

"Oh shit." Harley's voice pierced the comms. It had been nearly an hour, and you had just gotten acclimated to the mission at hand. You glanced up in her direction through the throng of people, concerned.

"What?" Flag replied.

"I know that guy." She hissed. "One of the bodyguards. I kinda— Set his car on fire before."

"Shit. Waller— Quinn's about to get made."

You felt your heart race. This was all way too much espinonage for you.

After a beat: "Change of plan." Waller announced over your earpieces. "[L/n] is switching with Quinn."

You nearly choked, "Me?"

"Her?" Flag had agreed with your disbelief, and sternly. His brows furrowed. "Waller, with all due respect—"

"[L/n] is our back up." And you cursed, knowing that Waller had a back up plan for everything. This was happening. "[L/n], you're moving forward with Harkness. You're up."

Fuck.

"Erh, actually boss." Boomer piped up, "I think I know that dickhead too."

Dead silence fell over the comms, and you had a feeling Waller was throwing her walkie talkie across the room.

"Flag." Came her composed response.

"On it."

Anxiously, you watched Boomerang and Harley make their way off the dance floor, leaving you alone. Blackguard moved to the sidelines, heading up to switch with Flag. You were floating, completely lost. Without much else to lose you knocked back the last of your watered down drink, quickly tossing it onto a passing server's tray.

You started when Rick appeared behind you, his hand slipping around your waist.

"You're alright." Rick murmured assuringly. You moved to turn around, but Rick kept you in place gently. "Just dance."

Mind racing, you tried to start moving to the music as best as you could. The speakers pumped out a booming house song, and the rhythm vibrated inside you at a quick pace.

You gasped when Flag fitted his body flush against your back. His other hand moved up to cup your side, framing you as the two of you began to dance together.

The goal— Harley and Boomer's goal— Was to attract the target's attention. To make him think that what he was seeing, was a couple seducing him in the crowd. ARGUS wanted something he had, tonight, and Waller's team had learned that he had a pension for, well— Threesomes with strangers.

You had to convince this total stranger that you and Rick were a couple. A very open couple. You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as Rick leaned down and buried his face in your neck. Jesus, he was wearing cologne. You inhaled, nuzzling the side of your face against his hair. Reaching up, you hooked your fingers behind his head.

Then, you felt it— Rick dragging you back, his grasp making your lower body connect with his hips. Rick rocked into you, grinding with the rhythm filling the room. His hand slipped down over the front of your dress, cupping it around your inner thigh through the fabric. You gulped, letting your eyes slip closed as you tried to act natural. As if this was the most natural thing in the world for you.

Well, it wasn't totally unfamiliar. You shivered as Rick planted a wet kiss over your jugular vein. Your reaction was muscle memory at this point, a small moan leaving your throat. You tangled your fingers through the Colonel's hair, tugging it reflexively. It earned you a growl.

Rick span you around, his grip returning to your waist. He planted his hips flush against yours again, looking at you squarely in the eyes. Your heart stuttered at his expression, the want written on his face. He lifted a hand to cup your jaw, leaned down and went to work kissing your neck once more.

"Make eye contact with him." Rick instructed brusquely into your skin. And you were hypnotized, your gaze drifting over to the base of the stage. To your concealed shock, the target was already looking at you. You fluttered your eyes shut hurriedly again— Turned yourself until you were pressing back against Rick's warm body.

You were warm. Heating up. Your hands clamored to find purchase against Rick. Tried to find a position that felt natural. Then he was taking your wrists, looping them over his head so that your hands may hook around his neck. Rick was looking down at you hungrily again, his lips parted, his hips still grinding against yours. His eyes flickered down to your glossy mouth.

You surged up to kiss him. Rick met you halfway, your teeth nearly clattering together. He captured your lips with his, the familiar slot of them making you dizzy. You let go then— Let your mind stop fretting over what felt or looked natural. You felt Rick Flag's real hunger, and your full intention of letting it devour you.

Rick lifted a hand, letting it come down on your ass with a sound slap. You gasped his name, felt him smile against your collarbone— You flushed, grinning into his hair. Bastard.

"Target's sending someone." Blackguard's voice in your ear nearly made you jump out of your dress. Rick instinctively put a hand on your neck, and you were thankful that it kept you from looking over at the target. He captured your lips again— Took your mind off the thoughts racing through your head.

When you felt a hand tap your shoulder, Rick broke the kiss, glaring daggers at the bodyguard who was now asking you to join the target's party in the VIP area. Rick pretended to look suspicious, his arms wrapping around you.

"What for?" He scowled. He planted a possessive stance between you and the guard.

"My boss would like to have a drink with the two of you."

The rest of the mission was a blur. You did your best to sit beside Rick as you would with a partner. You crossed one leg over the other toward him, your heel rubbing against Rick's shin as you pressed into his side. You held his hand— And he held yours. You both listened to the conversation over the music, sipping at drinks offered by your host.

Rick's arm was wedged behind you, curled around you still. He drew light circles at your hip with the pad of his thumb, and you tried your best to ignore the way it made your panties slick.

And people were looking at you— The two of you. You had never touched Rick like this when anyone was watching. And he was doing it so casually, like the two of you were a real item. You glanced up at him as he spoke to the target; Was this what Rick was like with a real partner?

No, you shook yourself from the thought, tried to focus.

Even if it was how Rick did things— It wasn't really for you— It was all about the mission. You listened to Rick coax the target's interest in the two of you: We, we, we.

There was no we. Not while you were just a Belle Reve asset and Rick was your team leader. All of this— The people in their seats around you thinking you were together. None of it was real. The thought sobered you up quickly.

Adjusting in your seat and catching the target's attention, you flashed him your best alluring smile. "Could the three of us talk somewhere... else maybe?"

There's a third floor to the building— The target's private offices. He led Rick and yourself back through several doors, telling his bodyguard to wait outside. In the office, there's a back room, and your eyes widened to see what mimicked a bedroom suite. The floor to ceiling windows leaned over the dance floors of the club. It was all very... Exhibitionist.

"Don't worry." The target said, leering at your expression. "They're mirrored on the other side. Unless... you'd rather have an audience. I could turn on the lights."

You felt Rick's grip tighten around your waist. But his tone remained even. "How's about another drink." He suggested.

The target grinned. Making his way over to the wet bar across the room, he began listing off some expensive labels to pour.

You jumped when Rick grabbed a metallic vase off the bookshelf beside him, knocking the target over the head in a flash. He slumped to the floor in a piled heap. Rick dropped the vase, his hand going to his ear.

"We're in the room." He informed. But in your own ear piece, the signal was weak— You winced as all that came back was high-pitched static. "Must have a signal jammer 'round here."

Just as you began to ask where you should start looking for the target's safe, Rick was crossing the room, scooping your legs up in his muscular arms with ease. Like you weighed nothing, he wrapped your legs around his waist, and your back hit the wall behind you, almost knocking your breath away. You gasped when he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, moaning as he drew your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down softly. You could still taste the candied gloss that had transferred from your mouth to his.

"Christ," Rick uttered, looking you over. "You look fuckin' incredible."

You felt the hard press of his arousal through his jeans, the fabric straining close between your legs. The familiar coil of heat in your stomach was growing, along with the slickness further down that began back on the dance floor. You canted your hips down, running your hands up his chest.

You wanted to fuck Rick Flag so terribly, so badly. The look in his eyes told you the same.

But the feeling of sitting beside him, foreign and off, still clawed at you. Rick only needed a moment to see that you were hesitating, and backed off. Setting your feet back down on the floor, his brows furrowed. He grasped your sides carefully.

"What's wrong?"

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Then: "Maybe we should... Focus on finding the safe."

Rick stared at you.

"I'll crack it. —My specialty, right?" You deflected. You were supposed to walk Harley through it on the comms when she and Boomer made their way up here. You smiled at Rick, tried to assure him that you were capable even though you felt like a fish out of water all night.

The two of you tore the room apart, finally finding the safe beneath the large tile floors of the target's bathroom. Rick watched your back as you worked your magic, getting into the safe in less than a few minutes; It felt good to do what you were born to do again. You removed a padded envelope containing a flash drive and hard documents.

When the firefight broke out as the two of you exited, you weren't surprised to see that Harley had taken manners into her own hands when your signals cut out— Patrons scattered as the rest of the team infiltrated the club, wiping out half of the target's entire gang.

You followed Flag through the chaos, the envelope in your grip. Rick withdrew a gun from his waistband as he cleared a path for the two of you two exit.

You shoved opened an unnoticed emergency door, the cold night air hitting your flushed skin. He followed you, finally lowering the gun when the coast was clear. In the distance, you could hear more gunfire— The others must have been drawing them away on the other side of the building.

In the open street, your comms came back online. You heard the coordinated chatter burst to life in your ear, your hand flying up to let everyone know you were out.

"Wait," Rick reached out, gestured for you to stop. You paused, wary.

"You sure you're alright?" He approached you slowly, stopping before you.

You nodded, catching your breath. "I'm not hurt."

"Y'know that's not what I mean."

The two of you let it hang there— The thing you didn't talk about. Not in alleyways or storage rooms— And certainly not in the empty space between just the two of you, in the dark— the only time Rick was ever really yours. If you could even say that.

You steeled yourself and offered him the envelope. "I'm fine."

Rick glanced down at the files, frowning at your shaking hand. Lifting his own, he brushed the envelope away and stepped closer to you. Rick reached up, cupping your face in both of his calloused palms.

Without a word Rick kissed you. You pursed your lips, unable to open yourself but also unable to resist Rick Flag.

When he pulled away you both wore the same expressions— Your brows pinched, your eyes searching each other. You couldn't tell if he was being Rick, or Colonel Flag.

"Where the fuck are you guys!" Blackguard's voice startled you out of Rick's hold. You turned your back to him so that you wouldn't have to look at his face for a moment.

"We're clear— We're out." You announced, your voice feeling far away.

When you dared to glance back at Rick, you saw that he'd given you some space. You swallowed dryly.

"You know," You began, and his head swiftly turned to give you his full attention. "This is... If Waller wants me for two more missions.... That'll be it. I'll be done."

It shouldn't have been hard, sounding happy about it. If you lived through two more missions, your time at Belle Reve would be over. You'd be free.

The reality of it doesn't seem to phase Rick, who can tell there's more you want to say.

On the one hand, you wanted nothing more than to finish what you started back inside. But on the other, you couldn't deny that it was getting difficult to ignore the fact that your dynamic wasn't— It wasn't enough for you anymore. And there was no way on Earth it could change now, given your position and his. Part of you wondered what would be the difference in ending it now, versus ending it two more opportunities from now.

If you lived, that was.

"[Y/n]." Rick finally spoke. "We're never doin' anything you don't want to do, right." He assured you, but it comes out like a question, like he isn't so sure that's how he's been making you feel. It made his stomach drop, the way you were standing there— The idea that you might not really want this.

You shook your head, closing the space between you. "Are you joking?" You wrapped your arms around his middle, too tired to care if anyone was watching. "All I ever think about is what I want to do with you." You confessed, smiling softly. It was all you ever craved when you were stuck in your cell, waiting around for Task Force X to come calling. Dreaming about being free was too hard when your sentence was more than twenty years long; At least when you imagined yourself with Rick, you could look forward to it happening out in the field once in awhile.

You felt a hand brush your hair out of your face. Rick was looking down at you.

"We're going to talk about this later." He said, and then he was kissing you again. You gripped his hands in yours, tugging them close to your chest as you savored him there, beneath the light of the street lamp above you.

---

The squad met up at the vans again. You approached Harley, your heels killing you from hustling back from across the city. She had already taken off her own shoes, swinging her bruised bare legs as she sat on the back bumper of the van.

"How'd it go, sweetums?" She greeted.

"Got the drive. Mission accomplished." When you reached up for a high five, she smacked you in the rib.

"How'd it go with Flag?" She said knowingly. And you paled, glancing around to make sure Rick was occupied with the other members. You glowered at her.

"Did you even know that bodyguard? Did Boomer?"

She grinned widely, proud of her own little scheme.

"Harley, I could have blown this whole mission!" You hissed, batting her shoulder as much as you'd dare to slap at Harley Quinn. "Waller might blow your head off just for lying."

She batted back at you before locking you out with an arm around the shoulders. "Like I said, life's short 'n all. At least you got to climb the Flag Pole tonight, huh?"

You cringed, offering her an awkward look. Harley blinked, gaping at you.

"You two didn't even FUCK?!"

"Shh—! Ow!" You cried. "That was my tit, Harley!"

She cut her laughter short, standing up when she glanced at something over your shoulder. Arching a brow at you, she suddenly had to leave and go bug Harkness.

"[Y/n]," Rick replaced Harley in your line of sight. You busied yourself with slipping your jacket on over your dress. He said your name again, leaning against the open van door.

"Shouldn't you be giving orders?" You nodded over at the others. Rick folded his arms over his broad chest, his arms pulling at the thin cotton fabric of his dress shirt. He'd caught a bullet— Just barely— across his bicep, a faint trickle of blood already dry on the torn, white material.

"I said we were gonna talk."

"Here?"

Rick hoisted himself up into the van and offered you a hand. You took it and the both of you closed the doors, sealing yourselves inside.

"We're layin' low until Waller gives us another clear. Thirty minutes maybe."

Ah— A window. Normally the kind that would have you ripping that damn shirt off of him. You took a seat on one of the benches inside. Further into the van, the whir and beeps of surveillance equipment still running kept the silence from consuming you.

Rick sat across from you, your knees brushing in the cramped space.

"Y'know I don't give a shit, right?" He began.

"We don't have to have a heart to heart, Flag."

He leaned forward, placing his hands on your knees. The warm contact makes you feel comforted and anxious all at once.

"Maybe we should." He continued, "You were right; You're done in a few missions. You'll be walking out of there free soon."

You snorted. "Yeah, as a felon."

Rick didn't find the humor, his lips drawn in a deep frown. "Y'think I haven't done shit I'm not proud of?"

You turned your eyes back down.

"[Y/n]."

"What? What are you saying? What are we talking about?" You snapped. He caught your nervous hands as you gestured between yourself and Rick. He cradled them, scooting forward until he was on the edge of his seat, his legs bracketing yours now.

"I'm talkin' about us not having to sneak around in the dark anymore." He declared. "'Bout not havin' to worry about that bomb in your damn neck."

Hope swelled inside you, but caution kept your lips pressed tightly together.

"We don't have to figure anything out now. I just wanna know we're okay. While we're both still alive and kickin', [Y/n]."

After the adrenaline subsided, after the missions were done— You always grounded yourself in the reality that you'd only been lucky. With Rick, with the task force. It wasn't nicknamed the Suicide Squad for nothing. You were coerced into this job via Waller's leverage. But Flag? Rick was the real volunteer. If anyone was crazy for doing this, it was him. You'd joked before that the hooking up was just a bonus— His addiction was to danger. In a way, kissing him for the first time wasn't such a different weakness for you.

"Okay." You murmured back.

"Alright." He waited for you to pull away. When you didn't, Rick lifted one of your wrists to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. After a moment he did it again, and you felt the hot part of his lips— The stoke of fire inside you as he ran the tip of his tongue over your pulse, kissing you there.

You drew in a sharp intake of breath, quirking a brow down at him. Eventually, you shot him a look through your long lashes,

"...Still got about twenty minutes..." You trailed off. His free hand slinked up your stockinged knee, his fingers curling around your thigh.

"Fuck if I don't wanna fuck you on this floor right now," He rumbled back.

You hooked your legs over his lap as he scooped you up, his arms bringing you against his chest. You straddled him, your lips connecting in a heated kiss. True to his word, Rick carried you down to the empty metal floor of the van, and you removed yourself from the sleeves of your coat to lay your back down on it. You gasped at the sound of sheer fabric ripping.

"You weren't keeping' these, were you?" Rick said, flashing you a wicked smirk. He tugged the rest of your ruined stockings off, tossing them to the side.

You rolled your eyes, "— Now I owe Harley new pantyhose."

"Might owe her a new dress too."

You moaned an 'oh' as Rick shoved the hem of your dress up your thighs, your tight black panties coming down next. You gazed up at the sight of Rick balling them up and slipping them into his pocket. Reaching up for his collar you yanked him back down to you, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly again. Rick immediately went to work kissing the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders.

"Go away, Harley Quinn." You called over Rick's back. The telling cackle that hurried away made the two of you grin.

[satoru-is-the-way]

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR 2

Avatar Rick Quaritch x Navi Reader

"Given Enough"

Master list for series

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Trigger Warnings: Death, Killing, Mentions of death, and derogatory name(s).

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4- The Metkayian

The village had gathered their warriors and weapons ready to retaliate against the Metkayian. In their history war is rare but also necessary to restore balance. (Y/n) yelled commands instructing the troops on how they are to attack, which hand gestures to look for or sounds to hear. Quaritch helped load their bison now covered in war paint. He knew this had passed the stopping point. It worried him what (Y/n) would think once she discovered the truth. It is not a  matter of if but when. Time has started to tick once more. His game of pretending is over. Cualli approached the Avatar. “Quaritch, I hope you do not fail me in this battle.  By obligation when I die you must take over as Olo’eyktan. May that be in a few hours or years you must protect my daughter and our people. Do you understand? You are one of us.” He spoke with seriousness. 

Quaritch knits his eyebrows together. It all hit hard knowing if Cualli and others died…their blood is on his hands. Perhaps if he came clean now he said could spare their lives. "I need to tell you something. Since I got here-" 

"We are ready, father," Balam announced running up to his father. Rick felt his mate's hand wrap around his. 

"Are you sure about this? That war is the only way?" He asked. 

"Yes. It is the only way!"

"I know your connection was special. But if they can take one down, what stops them from others when we declare war?! Is this the only way?" He asked. 

"THEY STARTED THIS!" (Y/n) screams shoving him. "THEY KILLED HER! SHE DID NOT DO ANYTHING!" She yelled before Rick pulled her into a warm embrace. 

"Shh, my mate. Please do not cry any longer. I will stand by your side. Always. Now let's ride." He called Pup who flew beside them. His bison is also covered in war paint. "After you." He helped (Y/n) on and then climbed aboard connecting his queue. They waited until her Father, now armed, moved his bison to the front. 

"Ichil yáax, le Metkayian yéetel Kamimaljuyú u sido aliados. Mantuvimos jump'éel k'a'am vínculo.Ba'ale' wetailo'ob xan páajtal ku beetubaj a enemigos. Ts'o'ok u kiinsik jump'éel miembro k ch'i'ibalil.Le tu kíinsaj ti'! KÍIMILI' LE METKAYIAN!!!"

(For generations, the Metkayian and Kamimaljuyú have been allies. We held a strong bond. However, your friends can also become your enemies. They have killed a member of our family. Slaughtered her in cold blood. We will not accept this. Now we ride! DEATH TO THE METKAYIAN!)

"KÍIMILI' LE METKAYIAN!" They repeat and hide their bison and ikran to war. Quaritch felt his stomach twist. He knew by dawn things would never be the same. General Ardome is waiting for them. They would have the Sully family right where they needed, but at what cost? His relationship with (Y/n)...It meant everything. The people he loved…Oh Eywa, why did he choose this path? 

(Y/n) stood when the first reef came into sight. Village by village they destroyed heading for the heart of the Metkayian territory. (Y/n) had blood lust in her eyes and vengeance in her heart. Despite the feeling in his heart Quaritch of course fought beside them. Once he was happy terrorizing the Navi and now…He looked in sadness as the innocent people were at war for reasons they did not know. Their homes are on fire and everything they built and worked for is gone. All because of his own selfish actions. 

Finally, they reach Tonowari and Ronal's village, Awa'atlu. She assumed they had been alerted when the first pillage commenced. She noticed the clan leaders and their warriors already prepared for battle. They rest in the ocean on their skimwing. Tonowari made a hand gesture in their language which Cualli understood. 

"Balam, (Y/n), Quaritch, follow me." They moved onto her father's bison before gently landing in the sea. Rick felt unable to breathe seeing Jake Sully ride beside Tonowari, Ronal, and Neytiri not far behind. He knew now that they would see something was wrong. 

"Great friend of Kamimaljuyú. What is the meaning of this war?! Not only that but you bring the demon here?!" 

(Y/n)'s ears instantly went back, she hissed loudly, eyes narrowed as Tonowari spoke so disrespectfully to her mate. "Watch your tongue, sea beast." 

"Rick Quaritch is not to be trusted! I don't know what he has told you…or what he has done. But this man is from the sky people. The bad ones. Why have you come back so soon?! What are you planning to do Rick? What is your big plan?!" Jake snarled. 

(Y/n) growled but looked at Quaritch now. The great Jake Sully knows this man… Maybe in one lifetime, he was bad, but now as an Avatar, no way! Not as one of her people. "This isn't about my mate!" (Y/n) hissed at Jake who looked shocked by what (Y/n) just said. "It's about how your clan started a war. Killing my friend. My bison. Now I am here to return the favor by slaughtering you all." Her tail flicked. 

"I had no idea what you are speaking of." Tonowari looked confused. 

"Your arrows and spears were found in my bison!" (Y/n) gripped her weapon. 

Ronal narrows her eyes growling at (Y/n), "Are you calling Tonowari a liar?" She hissed inching her skimwing closer. Quaritch felt an automatic feeling inside his body. His arm instinctively reached for (Y/n) pulling her behind him. Rick's ears went back hissing at Ronal displaying his large canine teeth. 

"This man is a liar, he deserves death," Neytiri said, pointing at Quaritch. 

"(Y/n) (L/n), please listen to me. He only wishes to take Pandora for the humans. All those years ago I killed him. Now somehow this demon is back. He wants to kill me by any means. Your mate probably started this all." Jake adds. 

"Rick." (Y/n) looked up to her mate. 

"...It wasn't always about the mission." He sighed. (Y/n) whimpers ears folding. 

"Wh-what mission?" She asked in a voice barely above a whisper. Jake closed his eyes knowing this story all too well. The day he told Neytiri the truth is something that lives in his mind every second. 

"I-I didn't plan it. Until 6 months after I meet you- I fell in love. With you. (Y/n)-" He started to cry for the very first time in years. "I love you. I didn't mean for it to go this far." Rick reached for (Y/n) you slapped him sobbing. 

"How could you?! You betray me and my people. EYWA WAS WRONG!" 

"(Y/n) please we can-"

Before anything could be said the missile landed in the water. It exploded sending many Metyakian into the air. 

"DIVE!" Yelled Tonowari to the Metyakian. 

"FLY!" Cualli screamed to the Kamimaljuyú.

(Y/n), Quaritch and Balam grip the bison's fur as they fly into the air. "NO!" Rick yelled seeing a missile flying directly toward them. The bison had no time to move before getting hit. After that everything went black for (Y/n). 

…

She opened her eyes, gasping for air she did not have. "Here!" Came a gentle voice putting a mask over (Y/n) mouth and nose letting her take a deep breath. The female closed her eyes leaning against the wall. Just for a moment, she rests. Her head pounds from the explosion. (E/c) eyes scanned the room. There was Tonowari's daughter with 2 Omaticaya children who she assumed were Jake and Neytiri's children. She stood up looking around the space. "Where are we?!"

"I don't know. But it's not good." Said the Female Omaticaya. (Y/n) did not like this. They were inside some building. A human prison she assumed. She then saw herself in the mirror. On the other side (Y/n) could hear voices. 

"LET US OUT!" (Y/n) screamed, hitting the mirror and hissing loudly. She slammed her fists against the mirror over and over screaming in anger. All her pain exploded. "LET US GO!" She bared her fangs. 

On the other side stood Colonel Rick Quaritch and other agents looking at the Navi female. "Damn you really got a crazy bitch." One commented. 

Quaritch growled, grabbing the human by the neck. "Watch your tongue. She is the only innocent one here. I'll be nice once. Then I won't. Understand?" He hissed, letting the scared human down. 

"Quaritch." General Ardome states walking into the room. The female eyes the Avatar suspiciously. "I want you to convince her to give up where the bison's are. They have taken Jake Sully with them. Surely she would know where they go in times of danger. And if she doesn't, you will take us to her village and burn it down." 

He looked down, "Yes General." Quaritch salutes before making his way to their holding facility nearby. The door opened and he locked eyes with (Y/n). "Hey love." He whispered. 

Chapter 5

[casuallyimagining]

Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?  Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae​, @hoebii​ and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.”  As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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