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joekeeryswife · 1 year ago

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plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

stress - m.m

a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

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four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

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ro-bee · 29 days ago

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KIRANDER / WOLF NARI THINGS FACTS STORY IDK

He's an albino gray wolf, he acts a lot more like a dog... Maybe millennia in the void tamed him or maybe is just his people pleaser nature. (Despite that he can be authoritarian I think)

Kiran is very old, the oldest of bishops, the first of them to find a crown.

He's not a big fan of fighting but is very good at it, he taught his siblings some techniques!

The relationship with the other bishops isn't really good, he loves them but they don't like him much because he's "too affectioned" and overall strange. They don't understand his vision of the world and I mean fair.

His morals are mostly pessimistic he believes in the concept of destroy and rebuild, his "excuse" is that he doesn't want to see people suffer so he comes to the conclusion that dying is better than living and that the world would be better without gods.

He's very impatient but doesn't show it... And he doesn't allow more than one (1) second chances, all his previous vessels were definitely killed by him after their first death againsts the bishops

He would come up with some bullshit like "I'm sorry, I won't prolong your pain any longer, I clearly was wrong you're not fit for this... Now rest" or "you tried but it wasn't enough" a bit evil... And not very productive from him since he can't free himself alone... Ironic because he's impatient lol his morals are very strong

So yeah basically goat killed all bishops without dying even once... That was hell

(Goat playing hardcore lmao)

Cal and Deb (kiran's Baal and aym) weren't given by the bishops but by they're mom did a ritual to gift them to their father (yes I'm gonna make Kiran x forneus (name need a change) canon here and make him the bio dad of the pups , how were they born? Idk immaculate conception probably), they are demigods, kiran loves them very much and they keept him "sane"

Also forneus is his most Loyal follower 🔥🔥🔥🥴

After goat kills all bishops Kiran uses his freedom to... Take care of the pups...

They knew this was going to happen and let him do it (like... Brainwashed behavior)

If the world was to be freed from gods then demigods shouldn't be here either, so he killed them. Fast and painless.

Ok ok relationship with goat :

Is always ups and downs but mostly it starts as just you help me and I help you kind of deal... After the first bishop down Kiran kinda start to catch feelings... Nobody went so far yet this goat was the one, goat never died again so they saw each other's only after the first chain got destroyed and Kiran was able to use a bit of his power to bring them to him as the pleased, they use those summonings to talk e know each other's better lol.

So after bishop one was down they were in a friendly mood? Relationship??? Positive?

After the second bishop goat started to be a bit confused about their big friend's plan... The bishop told them some stuff but they decided not to believe him still doubt started forming in their heart even if Kiran was always so affectionate

I think the crush start here

After bishop 3 was down the seed of doubt finally sprout and Kiran noticed that goat started to be more distant from him... After one day goat asked him "after you're free, What will you do to me? " and Kiran simply responded with "I'll free you too, from you're regrets and from all the pain, I'll free your soul and we will be together in peace" that didn't reassure goat one bit but they let it slide because they wanted to believe their god

At this point their relationship was a bit confused but I think there was love in there under all the doubts

After the fourth bishop was killed goat was scared, terrified even.

They finally knew what the real plan was, the last bishop told them, He told them everything and how that wolf would take their second life just for a crazy ideology. They won't let that happen, they are stronger than him anyway... This whole deal made them go a little mad and on a full rampage, it didn't help finally knowing that the stermination of their kin was basically kiran's fault, yes the bishops started it but it was all to stop the crazy plans of the wolf, a "little" price to pay to save everything else.

When they arrived to purgatory they noticed the pups were gone, not surprising considering everything they learned that day about their beloved wolf.

Their fight wasn't long, Kiran asked goat to just listen to him but they were not willing at all.

it all ends when they finally manage to pin him on the ground.

The relationship right now is divorce 😭😭

So Kiran dies, a very painful and slow death. Goat claims his place and they become the new God fo death.

That didn't satisfy them toh, now there was emptiness in their heart. They loved that wolf! They felt safe with him, he always attended their words wounds and now just like that he was gone. They killed him.

Goat would stop thinking about it for some years and would keep attending on their cult (in a very bad way) until one night they decided to bring the wolf back and make him pay and his actions again, like yes out of spite and to fill the emptiness.

Now can start the toxic yaoi

Bringing Kiran back will start this circle of love and hate, a desperate attempt from goat to fix the problems in their head??

Bro needs therapy (lamb is their therapist and will help them)

Every time Kiran would die goat would bring him back, bro doesn't deserve peace🔥🔥

Ok but with time goat calms down, realize that this is useless, Kiran realize that his actions were actually the problem, that he missed his siblings and his pups so much.

Sorry chat he changed a bit I think 😔

#gods do be gods...#anyway idk you can see I'm no writer like 🚶 yeah #never liked to express my ideas with words I'm more “I'll show you with a doodle” kind of person #cotl #the goat #wolf narinder #kirander #pupigoat #goatverse au #lol that name is so stupid 🔥🥴#i am NOT giving this a third reading #no beta we die like kiran #btw order of the bishops: 1 shamura 2 kalamar 3 heket 4 leshy #they all have different names but is easier like this noe #*now... god #anyway hm... yes hmmm #*scratches head*#oh.... oh chat oooh..... I'm so bad at posting

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echoingbirdsofprey · 5 days ago

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Back Forty View (On Our Piece Of Ground)

7 - You're What My World Spins Around

Pairings: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: Birth of a child, Mentions of death, swearing as every other chapter I don't even put it anymore hahah

A/N: I feel like this chapter is kinda crap? Idk, but anyway we are finally here, it's time for baby Jaycen to be born! Total disclaimer, I tried to do my research but I don't know shit about pregnancy or babies or any of that so I did my best with details. No, I did not go into full details of the labor and all that just kind of glanced over it. I just felt this this was a huge plot point that's been looming for so long that I need to just get it down. As always comments, reblogs, likes, and feedback is always appreciate 100%. Thank y'all for continuing reading! Pics from pinterests! Gifs by @kaizsche I hope you enjoy this one.

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie @dizzybee03 @coloraturadiva @kmc1989

Tyler and Jake were born in the very early morning and gave their mother hell. Well, Jake did more so than Tyler, but altogether her labor had been nearly forty hours. Tyler came into the word silent as the night and Jake came screeching like a fighter jet, his attempt to break the sound barrier at the first try. The joke became, as the boys got older that Tyler snuck into the world and Jake came in like he'd been left behind by Tyler, and that he was pissed about it. Their father, Randall Owens, was the proudest man on earth, and the most supportive too. He took as much time off as he could when Jeanie had the boys. He spent as much time as her, if not more sometimes, with the boys, getting to know their individual personalities and their quirks. In most ways the boys were the same, but in some they were totally opposite.

For a long time after Randall died, Jeanie was devastated. She didn’t know how to go on without him, but she figured it out. She raised up two wild little boys who were always getting in trouble, and always just like their father in the one way that carried them through life. Both of Jeanie Owens' boys had compassion for others.

Both of her boys were lovers and fighters. She’d taught them to always give people a chance, but to be adamant when they wanted something and to not settle. She taught them to go after their dreams. That’s why Tyler worked his ass off becoming the best bull rider he could. That’s why Jake got top of his class at the Naval Academy and got into the Top Gun program. That’s why both boys were both book smart and street smart. That’s why both of Jeanie’s boys, when they wanted something, they went after it and didn’t give up until they got it.

Nothing was handed to Tyler and Jake. Jeanie didn’t bend when it came to rules. She made them do chores from a young age to learn responsibility. She made them care for all the horses. They were driving before they were supposed to be. And when Jeanie met Kenneth Seresin, those boys gave him hell. The boys were respectful of course, but that didn’t mean they didn’t challenge Kenny. What they remembered of Randall was how he had been with Jeanie. Always gentle with her, always supportive, and even though at their young ages they didn’t quite understand all of it, they remembered it later in life. There had been so much love in the little ranch in Dardanelle, Arkansas and until Kenny showed them the same level of reverence for their mother, those boys gave him a run for his money.

Kenny did everything with Tyler and Jake that he could. It was as if he was trying to make up for lost time and the loss of their father. He tried to be the best replacement to Randall that he could. He took them to roping events and the high school rodeos to compete. He took them up in military helicopters and on base before he was honorably discharged due to an injury, He helped them fix old beat up trucks that the boys had bought with their own savings. He taught them that no matter when you meet a person, you can love them as if you’ve always loved them their entire life. Tyler and Jake knew he wasn't their father by blood, but because of how he was with them, they treated him all the same in the end. And Kenny was damn proud to call those boys his sons.

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Tyler and Dustin took turns caring for Ducati, but not without Georgia right there, on the outside of the pen. By Tyler’s rules, until Jaycen was born, she wasn’t allowed in the pen with the horse, just in case he spooked or charged at her. However, the mustang was proving more trustworthy each day. Each time Dustin went in, whether it was to scrub his waters and refill them, pick out his poop, give him hay, or throw him grain, Ducati followed him just like the puppies. When Tyler went in to do the same chores, Ducati only wanted Tyler to love on him. Tyler would rub the mustang’s forehead, and then his neck, and he’d even offer his belly and his back for scratches. After a week, Tyler was able to touch the horse all over. After two, he was able to pick up each of his feet, without a halter, and after three...well Georgia wanted Tyler to try and throw a saddle pad over his back.

“Gee, I don’t know. Seems kinda fast.” Tyler said, as Ducati pushed his neck toward Tyler, begging to be scratched. Tyler obliged readily and then he glanced at Georgia, who had thrown the saddle pad over the top bar of the panels.

“He trusts you. I trust you. Just give it a try.” Georgia said softly, reaching out to rub Ducati’s nose. Tyler slowly took the saddle pad from the top bar and held it out for the gelding to sniff. He was uninterested and just pushed his neck toward Tyler again. Tyler raised a brow and then touched the gelding with it. Again, uninterested. Tyler tilted his head and then gingerly placed the pad on Ducati’s back. The gelding glanced at him and licked his lips.

“She said he’d had a saddle on.” Georgia said, sneaking a piece of carrot from her pocket to the gelding’s awaiting mouth. He churches happily on it and then turned his nose toward Tyler.

“Got nothin’ bud, sorry. Just a silly saddle pad.” Tyler chuckled as Ducati poked his nose toward Georgia’s belly. She smiled and Tyler spoke again. “He’s smart that’s for sure. I figured since she said he had been buckin’, he wouldn’t be too keen on the saddle pad at all.”

“I think he doesn’t care much about the equipment. She didn’t give us the full story. I’d put money on him spookin’ at somethin’ while she was ridin’ and he bucked, bolted, and got her off. She was too scared to get back on so he’s probably squirrelly under saddle, not on the ground. I think he was how he was at her place because she never got rid of any of that anxiety. She just left it in there. Here, he didn’t feel like he needed any anxiety because we were gentle and calm from the start. And you’re not afraid of anythin’ so.” Georgia explained, as Tyler’s gaze settled on Ducati. The gelding swished his tail and cocked a hip.

“Can you get Jake?” He asked and Georgia nodded, going back into the barn. Jake had been helping to muck out the stalls and Georgia had put Sam in charge of brushing horses. Georgia was determined at some point to get Sam on one of their horses and see if she remembered how to ride.

“Hey Jake, Tyler needs you.” Georgia said, just as Jake was pushing the wheelbarrow out of the stall he had been cleaning. He closed the door behind him and pushed the wheelbarrow out the front so that he could dump it after. Tyler, being ever ingenuitive, had come up with a dump trailer and manure spreader to use for the back fields, effectively fertilizing them so that when the summer came around, the horses would have beautiful grass to go out on.

“Can you grab my saddle?” Tyler asked as Jake stepped out of the barn. He immediately doubled back and Georgia inhaled a sharp breath.

“Okay, now who’s pushing it?” She asked, as she hung her arms over the rail. Ducati once again, placed his nose gently at her belly. Jaycen kicked hard then and Georgia closed her eyes and groaned softly.

“Did he just talk back for me ?” Tyler smirked, as he placed his hand on her belly.

“I think so. That hurt a bit.” She said and Tyler chuckled as Jake reappeared, Tyler’s huge roping saddle easily slung over one arm.

“Seems like Jaycen wants his horse ready for when he comes out.” Tyler joked and Jake threw the saddle over the panel so Tyler could pull it down. Georgia kept her eyes on Ducati the whole time and the mustang barely moved. In fact, he looked bored.

“Okay buddy, let’s try somethin’ huh?” Tyler said, stepping over to Ducati with the saddle. He gave an out loud count of one, two, three and then swung the saddle up and onto the horse’s back. Ducati flinched a little at the weight, but his expression stayed the same and he licked his lips again. Tyler reached under to grab the cinch and secure it, then the back cinch. He pulled the breastplate around and buckled that before stepping back. Ducati simply followed Tyler, seeming to not even notice the saddle that had been put on him.

“Do I dare?” Tyler asked, glancing at Georgia, then Jake.

“If you’re gettin’ on, I’m takin’ a video for Tiktok, you dumb sonofabitch.” Jake laughed and held up his phone. “Dumb ways to die!” He sung, which made Tyler laugh, but not Georgia. She glared at him.

“ Don’t be stupid, Tyler. ” She said. Tyler patted Ducati and then turned to Georgia with a small smile.

“Oh let me have a little fun, darlin’.” He mused as he reached over the gate to grab the rope halter they had been using for the gelding. It was old and tattered, but still solid. Ducati walked over, placing his nose through the halter and letting Tyler secure it. He rubbed the horse’s neck and then brought him to the middle of the pen. “Any advice before I ruin this horse, Peach?”

“If you get on and he bucks you off...well...you’re fixin’ it later, Arkansas .” Her tone was well on the way to annoyed. Tyler placed his foot in the stirrup, bouncing a few times and paying attention to the horse’s ears. They flicked back and forth and he blinked a few times, but stood remarkably still. Tyler jumped up and laid across the saddle, then hopped back down. He repeated this step a few times before finally swinging his leg over the other side. He felt Ducati go round and suck up his belly underneath the saddle. Tyler grabbed the horn and the back of his saddle, ready for whatever was about to happen. Everyone held their breath, except Tyler. He took a deep breath and as if he was back in the chute, he blew the breath out at the same time as Ducati exploded into the air.

He vaguely heard Georgia yell at him, he heard Jake whoop and shout and he saw Sam and Dustin run out of the barn from the corner of his eye. Tyler pulled himself tight to the saddle and as Ducati quite literally bronced underneath him, Tyler fought the urge to move his legs in a spurring motion like he used to do when he rode bulls. Even though it had been years, it was hard to quell something that had been so ingrained in his brain as a habit.

They made it about two times around the round pen before Ducati lost his balance and hit Tyler’s leg on the panel, scaring himself and making Tyler yelp. Georgia turned away, the nauseous dread creeping up from the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t watch. Jake was still filming and both Sam and Dustin’s mouths were ajar in awe as Tyler too lost his balance, lost his grip on the cheyenne roll on the back of the saddle, and scared Ducati even more as he tumbled from the mustang’s back onto the dirt. He landed with a loud thud, on his ass and Ducati immediately froze.

“TYLER!” Georgia nearly screamed, knowing he’d fallen. The wind had been knocked out of him, but when she heard him laughing, she sighed heavily, relieved. “You fuckin’ idiot! I say it out of love and because you scared me, but you’re a dumb ass!”

“Ah, I never thought I’d be so turned on havin’ my pregnant wife reprimand me.” He chuckled and coughed, then shot her a flirty glance as he stood stiffly and rubbed his ass. If looks could kill, Tyler would be a dead man walking up to kiss his wife. She brushed the dust off of him and glanced around him. Ducati had walked up behind him, apologetically. Tyler rubbed the gelding’s nose. “Bud, not your fault. I pushed ya. I also fell off. Bad ridin’ on my part.”

“Well, now you have to do it again.” Georgia said, tugging at his shirt. He leaned down and kissed her again and then smirked. Jake was doubled over, laughing his ass off, and Sam smacked him gently. Jake stood and took a deep breath before leaning back on the panels.

“Yes ma’am. Anythin’ I could do different?” Tyler asked, as he was ready to mount up again. He was a little shaky and his hips were stiff, but he knew if he didn’t get back on it would be bad for both of them. Tyler had dissociated during the bucking fit, trying to block out any sort of fear or anxiety he had, although it didn’t feel the same as it did with the bulls. He felt like he could trust Ducati. He knew he couldn’t trust the bulls. And, he lost his balance and fell because he started thinking. He figured if he stayed on this time, Ducati might quit bucking on his own, knowing that his rider could stick it out and not be afraid.

“Just don’t fall off again. You’re gonna be sore as hell tomorrow.” Georgia said softly, placing her head on her hands on the panel rail. She blew out a long breath as Tyler climbed aboard again.

“That the first time you been bucked off since your accident?” Jake asked and Tyler nodded.

“Wasn’t that bad, He’s not trying to get me off, he’s just scared shitless. If I can stick it, he’ll quit.” Tyler said, looking to Georgia for guidance. He picked up the rope and not feeling Ducati ball up this time, he asked him to turn left. Ducati obliged, moving off softly. Tyler asked for a little more speed, clicking his tongue to get the horse to trot. He wiggled his legs a little as well, unsure of how much education the horse had. Ducati scooted forward and when Tyler didn’t tense up, the horse took a breath and let it out.

Tyler asked for a little more again, urging the horse to canter. As soon as he stepped into it, Ducati became overwhelmed with worry and went to bucking again. He folded in two and Tyler quickly grabbed for the saddle. The bucking fit was shorter this time and Tyler stayed on successfully, letting Ducati come down to a trot again. He asked for canter, got a few crow hops, then Ducati slowed down. The little horse had a comfortable trot and an even canter that Tyler asked for once more. There was no broncing this time and as Ducati cantered around a little, Tyler realized what he had just done. He let Ducati come to a full halt, right by Georgia.

“How’d I do?” He asked, rubbing the horse all over, just making sure he was okay with everything that was going on. Georgia nodded.

“Not bad, Arkansas. You might get good at this if you keep at it.’ Georgia teased and Tyler leaned over the panels to kiss her. He dismounted and immediately removed the tack and handed it all to Jake to take back in the barn. Georgia turned and began to walk back into the barn, satisfied with her husband’s stupidity that actually worked out in the end. She threw a lascivious grin his way and waved as she spoke. “You might even get a surprise later on.”

Tyler’s eyes widened and he smiled. He glanced at Dustin, who pursed his lips and motioned for him to go follow Georgia. Jake and Sam had headed back into the barn to finish up what they had been doing. Tyler knew he'd be sore for a few days but it was worth it if he helped Ducati feel a little better, and made less work for Georgia once she could get back on and put some more time into him.

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Jake had taken to doing extra sessions with the puppies and he even helped Tyler with their dogs. Ryker had imparted upon Jake that it was imperative to be consistent with the dogs, so while down in Oklahoma, Jake spent at least two hours each day with each dog. One in the morning and one at night if he could, going through every aspect of training that he had learned so far. Sam spent about an hour with each dog as well, usually taking them as a group for a walk. They wanted the dogs well rounded in a pack and as individuals so doing this would only help and it made the bond between the three dogs stronger too. Jake had even taught Sam everything in the short amount of time that they’d been there.

Ballast exceeded every expectation that Ryker had for the pup. Jake never had any, so Ballast surprised him at every turn. At just over eight months old, the dog was essentially a lanky, mini version of what he would be as an adult. The bite work was where Ballast really shined. Jake already had a competition ready focus heel available at any moment. Jake could out Ballast from any bite with just his voice command. And Ballast would take down anyone for Jake. A true protection dog in the making. Jake noticed something else though and that was that Ballast was also fiercely loyal to Samantha. That was ultimately what Jake wanted, so that when he wasn’t around, Samantha wouldn't have to worry about a thing. He knew Rocco would give his life for Sam, but Ballast would back him up and avenge that death if he had to, tenfold.

Muster on the other hand, was not what they expected. She excelled in all the obedience and protection work. Her bite work was great and she was a powerful little fur missile in her own right, but Muster wanted much more than anything to cuddle and hang out with Sam. Muster was absolutely Sam’s dog and while she liked Jake, she found solace in Samantha’s company. Muster also knew that Georgia was pregnant and if the cattle dogs and Ballast got too rambunctious around her, Muster would break it up. The female dog knew the importance of rest and recuperation for everyone. She wasn’t exactly a party pooper, but she did like her peace and quiet. She was a calming presence for the other dogs and that was an excellent thing to have with such a high drive, high energy pack.

Jake had even taken to teaching Rocco some of the obedience training. Rocco actually took to it pretty well too, considering his breed. Dachshunds tended to be stubborn and difficult to work with if you didn’t know how to motivate them. Jake figured out that Rocco’s motivation was simply pleasing Samantha so any time he worked with Rocco, he made sure that Sam was there and she was ready to praise him. Jake had never thought he’d grow to love the little dog as much as he did, but there was a special spot in his heart for Rocco. One that he thought would be empty from Dixie forever, but he was certain that the little red dog might be able to fill that hole with his big, courageous personality.

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Georgia firmly believed that just like the calves and foals that her father used to raise, it wasn't up to mom when the baby came. It was all up to when that baby wanted out. And at exactly nine months to the day, Jaycen Alexander Owens decided he was ready to see the world for the first time.

Georgia had been laying down for the majority of the day, not feeling particularly well. She’d been somewhat nauseous all day. She picked at the lunch that Tyler had made and when she decided she couldn’t lay down any longer, she elected to take a walk outside, ending up in the barn, which she had come to expect. She’d felt some pressure in her pelvis just after lunch. She mentioned it to Tyler and he’d been concerned, checking in on her every hour or so after that. She’d also felt like when she went back out around dinner time, that she was waddling like a penguin. Her steps felt particularly heavy the longer she stayed out there and she was nearly done feeding the horses. She just had to drop grain but she had an overwhelming feeling that something wasn’t right.

Tyler had been working on his truck, had gone in for a shower because he had oil and soot everywhere, and had come back out to help Georgia finish feeding the horses dinner. He’d assumed that was where she was when he didn’t find her in their bedroom or on the couch. Jake hadn’t noticed her step out either. When he walked into the barn, Georgia was standing frozen, looking down at the barn floor. Her water had broken and it was time.

“Gee? You okay?” Tyler placed a hand on her back, feeling her shaking.

“Tyler...we have to go to the hospital. Like now.” She said, glancing at him and he could see fear in her eyes, wide as she tried to breathe evenly.

“Wait why...oh..oh shit...baby's comin?” Tyler's eyes widened too and he took her hand and began to lead her to the front of the barn.

“Very much yes!” She exclaimed as they crossed the threshold of the barn.

“Got it hold on! I'll be back in a sec!” He said, letting her lean on the door frame. He called the dogs and swung the front door open, yelling to his brother.

“Jake! Start my truck! Gotta get to the hospital. Dogs! Inside!” Tyler yelled as he burst through the door, all six dogs bounding through the open space, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“Baby time?” Jake asked excitedly, leaping from the couch and grabbing his boots. Sam, who had been sitting next to him, got the dogs settled, and then grabbed her shoes as well.

“Baby time!” Tyler exclaimed, turning on his heels to go help Georgia the rest of the way to the truck.

“Woohoo! I'm aboutta be an uncle! And you’re gonna be an aunt!” Jake hugged Sam, then kissed her hard, making her giggle as they headed out the door. Once they were all settled in the truck, they were off.

Tyler made the drive short, nearly getting pulled over, but the cop recognized them and knowing that Georgia was pregnant, realized why Tyler Owens, the Tornado Wrangler, was speeding down Interstate 177. They took Georgia to a room immediately and got her prepped. Tyler helped her change into a hospital gown, his hands gentle as they then guided her into the open space of the room. Dr. Ginnie Halstead was going to be helping deliver, and she was the one they'd been seeing throughout all of their appointments, so they were comfortable with her. Then the waiting began.

Jake had made sure that the bag in the back of Tyler’s truck with everything that Georgia needed, including some extra clothes for them both, some of the onesies they’d gotten for Christmas, extra toiletries, and some snacks among other things, had made its way into the room. He and Sam were going to stay until Georgia was actively giving birth, then they would step out and let her and Tyler be with each other.

“Tyler, this is too early.” Georgia said, as she paced back and forth. Her contractions were getting closer together, slowly but surely.

“Doc said it’s fine. Everything’s been good so far. Sometimes they come a little early. We wanted this.” He said, finally sitting down after having followed her back and forth for the past thirty minutes.

“I know but it feels too early .” She said softly, glancing over at Jake and Sam. They were curled on the small couch that was situated in the corner of the room. The room itself was nice, a little larger than a normal single bed, plenty of space to move around, a spot for the baby and a full bathroom with a shower. The lighting was softer than a normal hospital suite and it put Georgia at ease, slightly.

“It feels too early because we were both freaking out about this like a month ago and now we're here. It’s actually happening.” Tyler said, reaching for her, stopping her.

“Why are you so calm right now?” Georgia asked, pausing her pacing.

“Well one of us has to be and it sure as shit ain’t you. Respectfully darlin’, you’re supposed to be a little scared.” Tyler’s eyes were soft as he watched her from his seat on the bed. His hand lingered at her side and as soon as the next contraction came, she was off again, walking back and forth. She breathed in and out, slowly and carefully. They subsided and her eyes met his.

“You’re not scared?” She asked. Tyler stood, walking toward her slowly. He pulled her into his arms, his hands careful around her waist.

“I’m terrified but I’m holding it together for you.” He admitted readily. This stirred Jake’s attention, just as Georgia began walking again. Even though Jake knew how to be with Sam, he was still taking notes from his brother.

Several hours later, and lots of pacing, Georgia’s legs were starting to shake. She had been walking and pausing endlessly. She feared for when she needed to be still and that time was coming rapidly. Dr. Halstead had come in a few times to check on her and see how her pain was. They’d decided she was going to have an epidural as close as possible to when she needed to push, as sometimes the epidural could slow down the process.

Tyler had pulled her onto the bed, putting a halt to her pacing that was becoming slightly frantic. He situated her between his legs and began to massage her shoulders.

“Just breathe, mama. You got this.” He whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She leaned back against him and grinned. He'd removed his boots so that he could be on the bed with her, so for the past hour or so he'd been sliding around in his socks.

“At least your feet don't stink.” She murmured, taking a deep breath as another contraction steamrolled over her. He felt her shudder as she grabbed for his legs and leaned forward. His lips turned up as they met the back of her neck.

“No, darlin’ they don't.” He chuckled softly as the doctor came in to let them know that the anesthesiologist would be along shortly to administer her epidural, so Tyler would have to scoot out from behind her, but he took up until the last second that he could to stay there. He had taken to massaging down her back and her sides until he had to get up. He took a hold of one of her hands and gently pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Gettin’ about that time. You ready?” He asked. She nodded and squeezed his hand as she felt pressure at her back where the doctor positioned the needle and administered the medication. It only took about twenty minutes for Georgia to feel some relief.

Sam and Jake elected to leave the room then. Jake shook his brother's hand, hugged him, and kissed Georgia gently on the top of her head. Sam hugged Tyler and she rubbed her hand up and down Georgia's arm a few times.

“Good luck!” Jake said as he and Sam marched out of the room and headed to the waiting area. The doctor and another nurse came in and prepared everything for the next stage. Georgia grabbed for Tyler then, nearly crushing his hand.

“Tyler. Don't go anywhere. Please.” She said, her eyes darting to his. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. He knew she was scared shitless right now.

“No need to worry. I'm gonna be right here the whole time. No matter what.” He said softly. He stood to the side of the bed, as close as he could to her, his arm around her shoulders. Their doctor smiled as her and the nurse readied everything they needed in the event of complications. They had discussed what could go wrong and what they would do if something did happen, but they were hoping for an easy birth.

“If it will help and you're comfortable with it, Tyler can sit behind you like he was earlier. I find especially with first time mothers, the more encouraging their birth partner is, the smoother it goes.” The doctor explained and without hesitation, Georgia scooted forward so that he could climb in behind her again. He locked her in with his legs on either side of her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He kissed her cheek, then rested the side of his head against hers. Georgia shifted uncomfortably, and Dr. Halstead reassured her that everything looked good so far.

“Okay, Georgia, you're gonna push on my count, ready? One, two, three, push!” Dr. Halstead's voice was calm but somehow excited. Georgia bared down, and as she did her grip on Tyler's thighs tightened. He'd probably have bruises there, but it would all be worth it in the end.

At 3:01 AM, on February 28th, Jaycen Alexander Owens was born quietly, giving his parents the single most terrifying reason to hold their breaths...and a million reasons to finally let them out in relief.

Jaycen didn't cry at first. Just like his father, the boy was reserved from the moment his eyes opened and took his first breath. Georgia feared for the worst, but in hearing her son's little whine, she was overcome with emotion. She was exhausted, panting, sweating bullets but she was so relieved and tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched the nurse take him and clean him up.

Tyler was also crying. He wiped his tears on her shoulder as he waited for the nurse to bring their son to them. Now, it was all real. His dream had come true. After the nurse had dried him off, she wrapped Jaycen loosely in the blanket they brought, a sky blue one that was extra soft, and handed the little bundle to Georgia. She held him gently to her chest, the first skin to skin contact sending a wave of happiness through her. He was slightly cooler than she'd anticipated, but Dr. Halstead reminded her that she just went through labor with nothing more than the epidural. Her body temperature and heart rate was up like she’d run a marathon from the incredible feat she’d accomplished.

Tyler stayed seated behind her and peered over her shoulder at the seven pounds, three ounces with sparse sandy brown hair atop his head. He looked tiny in Georgia's arms and Tyler was sure he'd look even smaller in his own. He reached around and ran a single finger over the soft hair on Jaycen's head.

“That's our son, Gee. I'm so fuckin' proud of you, Peach.” He whispered, making her smile. She let out a sigh of relief as everyone else cleared the room. Dr. Halstead was going to let Jake and Sam know that Jaycen had arrived, but that Georgia needed to rest for a bit before they could go in and see her and the baby. The doctor gave Georgia a crash course on breastfeeding and helped her with the first time. When Jaycen took to it no problem, Dr. Halstead sighed.

“If only they could all be this easy!” She said and Tyler smirked.

“He’s an Owens. He’ll give us plenty of trouble later on.” He said and Dr. Halstead nodded. In order to make everything easiest for Georgia, they let her stay in the room she’d been in. As long as Jaycen remained healthy, they could take him home in the next couple of days, but for now, Tyler and Georgia would be staying there.

After resting for a bit, Tyler asked Jake and Sam to enter the room. Jaycen was sleeping comfortably in Georgia’s arms so they were quiet. Jake actually cried. They were, of course, happy tears, congratulating his brother with a bear hug. Georgia offered for him to hold Jaycen and he readily accepted. Jake was so careful taking his nephew. Tyler, trying to not immediately be a helicopter parent in any sense of the word, left Jake to hold Jaycen, knowing his brother was more than responsible enough to hold a baby. Especially his own nephew. Sam was careful as she brushed her fingertips over Jaycen's little hairy head. She smiled wide and glanced up at Jake.

“You look pretty good with a baby in your arms.” She mused and Jake chuckled.

“This is gonna be all I can think about, Sam.” He said softly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Over those couple of days, there had been an influx of people. Tyler and Jake’s parents were the first to show up, excited to meet their grandson with two legs. Then came all the Wranglers. Boone and Lily couldn’t wait to see the little bundle of joy. Javi came bearing gifts, some more clothes for Jaycen and he snuck away before Kate and Scott appeared. Kate was ecstatic, hugging Georgia and giving Tyler a punch on the arm. Scott was quiet and he simply congratulated them, but when Kate asked to hold Jaycen, it stirred something in Scott. Seeing the girl he’d developed feelings for with a baby in her arms, sent his mind to a far off place and he had no idea how to get his life there, or how to even begin the conversation he wanted to have with her. He wondered if it was even in his future. But that was all for another time. Dexter and Dani had popped in last, bringing some snacks for Tyler and Georgia and a little stuffed pony for Jaycen.

Tyler and Georgia couldn’t wait to bring Jaycen home to meet the dogs and the horses. God knows especially Ducati would be waiting for him.

#glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #tyler owens #jake seresin x oc #tyler owens x oc #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #twisters fanfic #twisters 2024

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fluff-n-cookies · 1 year ago

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You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

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carrot-love-to-be-indecisive · 1 year ago

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Thought about Rosie and Alastor if they never died...

Rosie presumably died around 1980s or 1990s and Alastor around 1930s or 1940s. So Alastor's age, according to some facts floating around on the internet, was around 30-35 years old... when he died. Wouldn't that mean he was, like a kid or not even born yet when Rosie died. Also is there any info about Rosie's age when she died? What I am trying to do here is to make the point that Al and Rosie most likely did not know each other when they were alive and most likely did not have a platonic marriage situation. So what if none of them died when they did? Lets headcanon Rosie to be around 40 - 50 years when she presumably died and Alastor was born around that time... it's a 40 - 50 year age gap. What could their relationship be?

What if Rosie visited Louisiana, for maybe vacation purposes. And visited the place Alastor's mother was running, IDK, maybe she ran a café. Alastor (10 years old, maybe) was intrigued by the fancy looking lady visiting the café and walked up to her starting to talk about radios and his dreams to become a radio host. At first glance, Rosie couldn't really be bothered with the little boy and tried to kindly dismiss him, but he was persistent. Than he started to sing and dance, which caught Rosie's attention. She applaud him and then Alastor's mom comes to excuse her sons behavior and for bothering Rosie.

Rosie in return tells Alastor's mom that she's not bothered at all and enjoyed Alastor's company. Rosie from then on made it a daily thing to visit the café and to chat or sing with Alastor. She told him about the suffrage movement in her hometown and the importance of women's right to vote. She tells his mom about it too. All three kind of formed a bond during Rosie's stay in Louisiana. Rosie took both Alastor and his mom out for some outings, giving Alastor's mom some experience of relaxation. When leaving to go back home, Alastor was not familiar with his feelings and what it meant (disappointment and sadness). But he didn't like the idea of Rosie leaving. Rosie promised she will come back and visit Louisiana as soon as she can. However, she never did come back to visit. That year she was caught for the murder of her husband and executed by hanging. Alastor did not take these news well. He even destroyed his favourite radio over it. But he remembered Rosie supported his dream to become a radio host, so in memory of Rosie, Alastor persuade his dream to be the top radio host in all of Louisiana. Than his mom passed away and things just went downhill from there (he was probably in his mid to late 20s when he started murdering people for entertainment.)

After his own death, Alastor manifested in hell and found himself confused and lost, until he met a familiar face, Rosie.

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zombiee-reviews · 11 months ago

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Keirr character discussion / breakdown

• The egotistical prick • The Aira hater • The deciever

- Quick author note: I’m going to be doing something slightly different, where I basically read the scenes that involved Keirr and leave a tag afterwords of pages I am going over. This will at least give you opportunity to read along with me and understand my breakdowns a little better.

- Another note: I am always using the Tumblr mobile app, so I apologize if my documents look rather funky on the computer version. I am trying to spruce them up and make them look at least somewhat good lol.

- Final note: I will be going over “Asmundr” Keirr, only a little bit though, mainly for his background. Other than that, I am focusing on “Home” Keirr. Now let’s get into it!

What I will be going over:

- What we know of Keirr’s history

- How he suddenly went from sweet and family oriented. Then turned into an egotistical jerk off, who stopped prioritizing family.

- A little on his personality

- Early History

In Keirrs early history, we know that he was born around the middle of Kiques 1st comic, Asmundr. And let me tell you, this fool has changed designs like.. 5 different times.

Ahem, anyway. Keirr is shown as the more “mature” one, compared to Rhov. In Asmundr, it is shown that he is a “decent” hunter, while him and his brother work on deer hides. He is even more reasonably suspicious than Rhov, when Jahla enters the scene and tackles Rhovanion.

When the war between Ranulfr and the Asmundr pack hit, Keirr was pretty useful and followed instructions well. Near the end of the war, you could tell he was tired of having to kill the Shield wolves, but he continued to kill. And really, that about sums up Keirrs story in Asmundr. Obviously, the first comic wasn’t about the offspring, like Home is. So I can’t really follow up with much, in “Asmundr” Keirr.

- Read along breakdown:

Now, we’ll be going over “Home” Keirr.

Two years had passed since “Asmundr”, so I feel the rest of this information does not qualify for Keirrs early history section.

Too begin.. Keirr and his family are dropped off on Aedra, they are not given a time limit of how long this lasts. All they know is, father will return at some point. Until then, they all make do and continue with their lives.

Keirr is still shown to be the more mature / family oriented guy. As everyone else decides to explore Aedra and see what they can find, Keirr decides to stay back with the Asmundr pack. Keirr at least retains his personality, for now, from Asmundr.( Page 8. Can also be seen on page 104. )

Then came the time when Zilas died, Keirr was the one to discover him first. Of course, he took it pretty hard considering that he grew up with Zilas and saw him as a brother. Of course, a lot of those crucial bonding moments us readers need are shown “off-screen”. It was never truly shown how close Keirr and Zilas were. ( Page 127 - 128 )

Fast forward to the time he discovered Aira, this is when things get juicy. For a while, Keirr was not Kiques priority and he did not make a real, solid appearance for a few chapters, up until page 138. This is when Kique decides Keirr needs a fucked up “Home” style arc next.

Keirr is seen carrying a torch, probably out mourning his loss I’d imagine.. Otherwise, idk why tf he is out late, or seen / helping anyone bury Zilas? This was the time when night beasts were a thing. Anyway! He is caught off guard by a voice, who comes from Aira, hiding. Keirr still retains his suspicious behavior, like in Asmundr and asks her to come closer, for the fire he is carrying. To his surprise, he is greeted with a badly wounded dog. Reasonably, he asks Aira if she was attacked by a feline, probably trying to see if she is the reason Zilas is dead. Quickly, his suspicions are cleared and he offers her help. ( Page 138 - 139 )

Suddenly, in video game reloading fashion, Keirr spawns at camp with Rhov and Jahla. Where the hell did Aira go? Anyway, I like that Keirr called out Rhov and Jahla for trying to throw blame around on anyone they could, for Zilas’s death. And then looking down at them, like a disappointed father. Thankfully, he is still retaining his personality at this point. I have to say though, it is interesting that Keirr decides to care for Aira alone and not bring her back to the Asmundr pack. Knowing his suspicious behavior, this might have been the better option for him. ( Page 140 - 141 )

We are then shown Keirr and Aira at her den. Keirr is definitely shown as more able bodied than Aira and attempts to help her up, when he realizes she can’t make it up on her own. His so far suspicious behavior remains intact, when he realizes her den has an odd amount of space for one dog; especially one of her size. He even tries to wiggle in some questions for her, but to no avail. He leaves Aira with supplies and is even kind enough to give her a knife and hide a hare nearby for her. ( Page 151 - 152 )

A few hours had passed, seemingly it looks like Aira tracked Keirr down and sat down with him. Keirr then opens up a little bit about Zilas and his family. The odd part for me is that, he is shown to be a family oriented guy, you’d imagine he’d want to mourn with his family? But I suppose he would rather want to mourn alone, for some odd reason. Kique tends to do a lot of important things “off-screen.” Anyway, instead of going back to his family, he chooses to mourn with a stranger. Which to me is slightly out of character of him. ( Page 160 - 161 )

A day or so later passes and suddenly Keirr is an expert in physical therapy. This scene from him looks promising, until he joins up with Whispervale. More on that later. Keirr helps Aira jump over a log and help regain her mobility. Then he decides it’s time to go back to his family, in the middle of such a primary moment? Aira then runs up and kisses him to stop him from leaving. Then he subtly gloats at her about how he is her “only chance of survival”, I mean what a nice thing to say lol. I feel this is when Keirr starts acting out of character, but it isn’t super noticeable yet. I’m also not quite sure why he said she couldn’t join the pack, Kainan would have saw no problem with it? Then he contradicts himself by saying he’ll continue taking care of her, but can’t leave his family to care for a stranger, all in the same breath? What? lol. ( Page 197 - 199 )

Keirr then finally discovers that the Asmundr pack is no longer there. Also, it’s kind of funny how it foreshadows the reindeer being dead in the fourth panel, but magically they’re still alive when Ronja gives them to the Deer humpers. Not only this, but it’s way too soon for the Reindeer to leave behind bones? Or why didn’t Keirr notice them while he visited the territory? Another plot hole lol. ( Page 226 )

Then Keirr suddenly decides he wants to go back to Aira, even after being a subtle dick to her. He notices that she is no longer in the vicinity and begins looking for her instead. Contradicting himself again, because he just told her he wouldn’t leave his family for a stranger. So why does he choose to go after Aira instead and not start looking for his family? Hm. ( Page 235 )

At least Keirr was nice enough to go searching for her.. But he comes across her re-possessing herself with the monster she was previously. Aira explains that she can’t survive without it. Keirr added salt to that wound by saying previously, he was her only chance of survival and then dipping out on her. Reasonably though, Keirr stops her from completing the ritual. Once he is able to pull her away from the spirit, he comforts her and makes sure to tell her that he is here for her. Boy what a damn 180 that happens in the future! Keirr then discovers Aira’s background and what she use to be, they share a tender moment together and then apologize for their previous actions. ( Probably the one and only time you’ll see that in this comic. ) Then Keirr suddenly decides she can join the pack, because it was always an option, Keirr was just being a dick. And with that, Keirr invites her to look for his family with him. Aira is able to offer some advice, as she has previously traveled the entire island in her beast form. ( Page 267 - 276 )

Here comes the total 180 of Keirr, when Aira shows him the way to Whispervale. Suddenly Keirr spouts out “We should ask them to join their pack!” Wtf?? Even Aira asks him why, just ask them if they have seen his family. Then for some reason Keirr wants to use Whispervale for their resources before continuing, but in the same breath wants to join their Tribe? None of what he just said to Aira made sense to me. Obviously Aira is uncomfortable, but Keirr doesn’t give a shit lol. Once Whispervale approaches them, Keirr asks if they can join their Tribe. Keirr then attempts to gain sympathy from Fraujar, but rightfully he gets none. Fraujar makes a statement to Keirr that the health of his tribe is everything to him, and he needs more from them than what they have shown Fraujar. Fraujar then assigns Felidae to get them acquainted with everything. Not sure what Keirr or Kique are thinking in this moment, as this is a total 180 from Keirr and his plans.( Page 311 - 314 )

Time passes for the pair and of course Aira asks Keirr when they are leaving Whispervale. Seems she’s the one that adopted Keirrs old personality, cause she’s the only one eager enough to go find them. Of course Keirr shuts her down with a bullshit excuse. “We need stability!” Not sure why he suddenly is against his own idea of searching for his family and staying with Whispervale. I mean what else did he expect trying to find them? Aira is obviously uncomfortable joining a Tribe she did not want, but again, Keirr doesn’t care. Finally their right of passage comes and Aira is the first one to participate. Aira is once again expressing she is UNCOMFORTABLE, before her trial begins. Keirr tries to reassure her, but beyond face value, Aira is stuck there because of his dumbass, unwilling at that. Of course Aira doesn’t do very well in her trial, Fraujar then says her character can be improved, but her structure is… Not up to parr. Then Keirr is all like “Oh she just needs to be trained!” Homie, did you not listen to anything Aira has said previously? She was BORN like this, she can’t just magically work out and get better. That’s not how disabilities work, idiot. ( And would you imagine it, Kique is actually an ableist and no wonder Airas character was handled like this! Go on! Read Stazz / Zirvasitys documents on her relationship with the kind hearted author! ) ( Page 326 - 331 )

Tch, anyway. Aira is obviously disappointed, she told Keirr and even expressed to Keirr that she did not want to join this tribe. I would imagine being in her shoes, she feels unheard, but tried to please Keirr anyway, only to fail. Then of course came Keirrs time and suddenly we’re shown a flashback between Keirr and his father. Of course, this was never shown in Asmundr, or Home. Suddenly Kainan and Keirr found time to actually give a shit about reindeer behavior. ANYWAY. Keirr is oddly confident in larping, how did the confident, son of Kainan, shield wolf killer end up in this situation lmfao. Of course, to nobodies surprise, Keirr nails the trial, he still loses the fight against Raun and everyone is buddy - buddy. ( Page 332 - 336 )

The next scene that follows, we have Raun shouting out at Keirr, saying he looks good and can pass as a guard if he keeps it up. Tbh, this seemed friendly at first, but watching the way Raun interacts with Keirr in the future, makes me feel like Raun is the neighborhood creep lol. Aira then comes out of the hut, her scars completely healed. Keirr is at least somewhat more supportive in this page, but future Keirr is nothing but a prick. ( Page 345 )

Fast forward to chapter 10, we finally see Keirr again, because all of chapter nine was about dumbass Rogio. Ahem. We actually see some progress from Keirr, at least keeping his word to himself. But the odd part is, he brought Raun and not Aira? First of all, Keirr hardly knows Raun and Aira understood the whole situation a lot better than Raun. Soooo.. Odd choice in bringing Raun. ( Would like to add really quick, I know Fraujar assigned Raun to follow Keirr, but why tf would Aira not come either? ) Raun is more dead weight anyway, because he’s being a giant wussy about being in that area anyway. Not even allowing Keirr to scope out the area, completely. And Keirr is just laughing about it, like cmon man, I would imagine you would want to potentially comb through the area, not cater to some giant wuss like Raun. ( Page 458 - 460 )

And to nobodies surprise, the next scene that involves Keirr is a flirty Raun. He tries to encourage Keirr to let loose and have some fun, which would have been cool if it had stayed as a friendship kind of thing. But yet again, Kique force feeds us another MxM ship. At one point, if Kique had kept up with the Rhovanion x Rogio arc that he was hinting at, at some point. All of his main male characters would have been gay. Which is obviously unrealistic, not impossible! But unrealistic. Honestly, I take Raun as a fucking creep. You hardly know anything about Keirr and yet, here he is trying to make flirty gestures and tell Keirr he’s avoiding him. As a woman, to my fellow women, any time a man points out that you’ve been avoiding him, a very creepy vibe showers over us. ( Page 478 - 479 )

Then to nobodies surprise again, Keirr is suddenly able to pin Raun, even though Raun was seen to be a lot stronger than Keirr in his trial. Aaaaand of course, Keirr reciprocates Rauns flirting by responding to him in a sexual manner, “I’m the lead sarv now.” However, in the future Keirr becomes more of an asshole at Raun from this point. ( Page 480 )

Ah now this scene just pisses me off and makes me want to throw Keirr off a cliff. Aira is seen laying around, presumably missing Keirr, I’m sure. Or, just wondering where he went. When she catches sight of him returning, she is understandably excited to see him. The one guy that helped her out with everything, in her worst times. The one guy that made her stop from becoming a beast again.. Shits on her entirely. Eyup, you heard it right. Apparently, getting people totally dependent on you and then being a giant asshole, is something Kique favors doing. Aira of course asks Keirr where he went, Keirr is suddenly acting like the biggest ass to Aira. Which tbh, he has no right doing. HE is the REASON she is there, in the first place. She has EXPRESSED to him NUMEROUS times she is uncomfortable with the tribe, but yet, he took her cries for help and rolled them up and tossed them like newspaper. What a god damn jerk Keirr is. And of course, Aira is understandably upset. Keirr basically told her to fuck off and go make her own friends. Even tho a few chapters ago, he was seen cuddling and holding her, telling her he was there for her. FUCK you Keirr. ( Page 481 - 482 )

In the next scene, Keirr then wants to play a pity party for himself, sitting in the rain, all sad looking. Like he didn’t cause this whole situation for himself. Nothing told this jackass to join Whispervale and stop searching for his family, he did it all himself! So really, why tf is he sitting there acting all depressed? Get off your ass and go look for them! Nobody told you that you couldn’t? Honestly, he’s lucky that Aira still gives a damn about him, even after he treated her like utter dog shit. Then, while Keirr is acting like a baby, Zilas makes an appearance and Keirrs dumbass thinks it’s a grand idea to talk to the ghoul. It’s kind of interesting to me how Zilas is still mostly recognizable.. You would think by now he’d peel his skin off, you know, like what Fjordor said that ghouls do. Zilas has been dead for quite a while. Aira then witnesses all of this and comes to his aid, banishing the ghoul. Keirr then suddenly gets all butt hurt about it and snarls at Aira. Okay, I get it, you’re mourning dude, but I would have figured you’d have some logic / sense to know that Zilas.. IS NOT ZILAS! Keirr even asked the ghoul what he could do, like the damn thing can talk back to him. Honestly, Aira should have just let the ghoul tear Keirr up to shreds and save us all the drama lmfao. And one last thing, when Keirr says he saw that ghoul before, but didn’t recognize it. GIRL WHERE? ( Page 515 - 517 )

Suddenly, Keirr is the master of establishing the differences in the ghouls sounds and can still hear Zilas. Also, when Aira mentions that she lived with the Meteor Tribe, really that opened up way too many questions about her that I’d like to ask. But anyway. Aira gives some speech to Keirr about how MT basically fucked around and found out with the spirits. Then a conversation falls into place about burning Zilas’s body on MT land, which ew, his body im sure would be pretty rotted away by now. But this also brings me to another question, what are the ghouls made of? Are they a manifestation of the soul? They quite obviously can’t be their former bodies, because if that were the case, they wouldn’t even find Zilas’s body, as he would have risen and been a ghoul. Another fat question for this comic and I’m not even sure if this was talked about? ( I’ll be honest with you, I forget if this part was talked about. ) ( Page 518 - 519 )

And here we go with the sexual tension between these two idiots, Keirr and Raun. Raun is a full on creep already, but really Keirr is the big asshole here. Previously, Raun asked him out, as he mentioned before the trip, to Felidae and Aira. So instead of.. Idk, not leading Raun on, what does Keirr do? Hugs him and shares a tender moment with him. Oh trust me guys, it gets fucking worse from this point. And I will continue to say that Raun is a creep, but even he doesn’t deserve to be led on. I also don’t remember Raun asking Keirr out, but I’ll just assume that was yet another important off screen moment. This is also yet another rushed, no chemistry ship crammed down our throats by Kique. ( Page 526 )

So finally we get to the part where they eventually burn Zilas’s body, Aira asks Keirr if he wants to say something and of course! Nothing. It’s almost like any time someone dies in this comic, proper funerals don’t exist. Granted, Keirr just said “I love you, brother.” But when given the opportunity before hand, he was like eh, I don’t have shit to say lmao. ( Page 528 )

Fast forward to a year, I mean 3 months later ( in Keirrs arc ). Of course, in another off screen moment, supposedly Keirr and the others returned to Whispervale and told Fraujar what happened. In my opinion, I feel like some punishment should have been bestowed upon them, or at least show Fraujar being upset with them for doing this behind his back. It would have shown more character from Fraujar and also shown Keirr getting his ass chewed out, by bringing all this unnecessary drama and bullshit into Whispervale. Keirr is also being another nosy ass, listening in on his Jarls discussion. Within the midst of this, Ferah makes her appearance. Keirr miraculously still remembers her and asks what the hell happened. I almost forgot that Keirr and Ferah met previously, because they literally didn’t say anything to each other lol. ( Page 566 - 567 )

Oh boy, here comes the cringiest scene that involves Keirr. Keirr steps away for a moment, after watching Ferah, once Felidae walks in. Ferah wakes up and of course is spooked, cause she doesn’t know wtf is going on. Somehow they both remember each others names, though I don’t remember them ever sharing their names to each other previously. Anyway, Keirr asks Ferah questions about Roamer and Ferah tells him that Ronja and Roamer are at MT. Of course, Keirr gets excited and quite frankly I’m surprised he didn’t smell them before, because Keirr was literally in their territory a few months back, but whatever! Ferah then tells Keirr they’ve both been strong and bla bla. Keirr of course tries to take off, being this annoying problem child as usual. If I were Fraujar I would be so annoyed with Keirr lmfao. Of course you can’t just take off like that, from your tribe, which YOU wanted to join. Raun stops Keirr from running off and what follows after is a recipe for fucking disaster lol. Keirr ends up kissing Raun, further leading the king of creeps on. Keirr KNOWS that Raun likes him, so apparently kissing him out of emotional excitement is a totally normal thing to do. Especially when you know that person has a CRUSH on you and yet you don’t reciprocate it! No, no, it’s totally okay to lead on someone who has feelings for you! ( Page 572 - 576 )

Damn near 100 pages later and we finally see Keirr again. Course, nothing has changed with him. Raun and Keirr are seen in a hut together, Raun is basically asking Keirr what they are, because I mean.. They touched tongues, lmfao. But that was because of Keirr throwing himself at Raun, so really I don’t blame Raun for asking. Now in Keirrs defense, I don’t know why tf Raun is grabbing Keirr like that, when asking him a question, so I mean Keirrs response is a little valid, when he yells at Raun. But the blame still lies with Keirr, because this whole time he has led Raun on, but at the same time Raun has been a giant freaking creep bag as well. They are then interrupted when Keirr walks out and runs into Fraujar, standing there, needing to talk to Keirr. ( Page 640 - 641 )

A few pages later, we see a non emotional reunion between Keirr, Ronja and Roamer. I mean god, all of their expressions are so god damn bland. Y’all haven’t seen each other in months, but let’s just 1,000 yard stare at each other, BEAUTIFUL. ( Page 645 - 646 )

Fast waaaay forwards, to more important scenes involving Keirr. After Rhov and Keirr’s reunion, we are graced with a scene where Rhov and Feaf are telling Keirr that MT might get attacked… This fucking idiot. So instead of putting this whole thing on top priority, Keirr just brushes it off and is like.. I’Ll TeLl FrAuJaR iN tHe MoRnInG. Dumbass, how do you know if they are attacking MT? Feaf literally said they might come to Whispervale? How does Keirr know they aren’t literally waiting in ambush, that very moment? HE DOESNT. So instead of putting his family top priority, like he probably should’ve, he decides to talk about his relationship status. What a great fucking family member / tribe member he is. On top of this, “figuring himself out.” I think you know where you stand, buddy. This whole scene though, Keirr was an idiot. He doesn’t even show the slightest BIT of concern for his family / MT. Let’s act depressed af, because he didn’t know where everyone was, but as soon as he finds them and they could potentially be in danger, ah, let’s wait to warn others till morning! ( Page 788 - 791 )

Finally Keirr and Whispervale show up, but yall are too damn late already. ( Page 808 )

And that about sums up my read along breakdown!

- Personality Breakdown

So looking over Keirrs personality traits really gives me some mixed feelings. To be honest, I can’t say that he is independent. Not anymore at least, he was the one that decided he wanted to join Whispervale, he even went against his own independent idea of searching for his family. So for me, he is neither logical, independent OR family - oriented.

A few of these other positive personality traits really haven’t been tested thru the fire, so I can’t really say what he is or isn’t. Mainly because Kique does not focus much on Keirr, like he does with the jackasses of MT and former MT members.

To put it all in perspective though, Keirr was a pretty solid character in Asmundr and in the beginning of Home. Unfortunately, he too fell victim of Kiques weird kinks / fans and became a whole contradiction to himself and his own personality traits.

And that is the end ladies and gentlemen! Hope you enjoy :)

- Zombiee

#kique nordin #kique7 #asmundr #bad dog comics #asmundrcomic #asmundrhome #comic review #comic #homeasmundr #homecomic #keirr #Aira #rain #Whispervale #kique n

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stuckinthesun · 2 years ago

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Gossip Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon gets home from his lovely trip from Spain and tells you all about it

RE4R Spoilers

We are pretending he wouldn’t have to keep everything a secret okay? Okay

Laying on top of you, chin perched on his hands, Leon begins his story

“So I get to Spain and I’m immediately escorted by two police officers to where I need to go, right?”

“Oooh fancy.”

“They died babe.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah we stopped so one could take a piss and then these cultists attacked us, killing both of the cops and stranding me there.”

“Did they try to kill you too? Or did they try to recruit you?”

“They mostly tried to kill me but there were times it felt like I was being recruited.”

“Ew babe if you joined a cult that’s it we’re done.”

“Damn, you wouldn’t even try to get me to leave it?”

“If you’re crazy enough to join it in the first place there’s no hope.”

He laughs

“Fair. Anyway after getting chased around for awhile the church bell went off and they all stopped at the same time, said the same thing over and over again, and then they all left.”

“Oh hell no that’s horrifying.”

“It really wasn’t the scariest thing I saw.”

“I don’t care Leon, cults freak me out.”

“That’s a good thing, babe.”

“Okay so then what happened??”

“I got fucking kidnapped by a giant guy with a beard and a hat on.”

“Oh my god you got kidnapped by Santa?!”

Leon let out a surprised chuckle that turned into a full born belly laugh

“Oh my god I got kidnapped by evil Santa! He even gave he a gift.”

“Oh? What was it?”

“The fucking bug virus that let them control me.”

“What a shitty gift. Evil Santa indeed.”

“Definitely. So he knocks me out, I think that’s when he injects me, and then I wake up in a different room, chained up, with a guy named Luis and all my gear gone.”

“…kinky evil Santa.”

“Stooooop.”

You’re both laughing hysterically now

Doing this after every one of his missions helps both of you

It helps you forget just how dangerous his job really is

And it helps him feel normal again, to get out of agent mode and be just Leon again

“You’re horrible!”

“Hey I’m not the one who stripped and chained you!”

“Don’t put it like that!”

“Pfft, okay fine. So was Luis a good guy?”

“Well…”

Part 3 soon maybe idk

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon re4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff

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mdemn · 3 months ago

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Been thinking about that one Tyler the Creator song, Like Him. There's this one part that's like "do I look like him?"

And back at school been thinking about Sarah and her daughter having some similar traits as Tom while he's still in jail ( And maybe Sarah sobs a little idk I'm sorry to bother you )

1) don’t ever apologize for sending me asks, but ESPECIALLY not about sarah !!!!!!

i’m not going to lie, i had to look up this song. i don’t really listen to tyler HOWEVER, when i did ??? unlimited pain and suffering. lyrics & my analysis under the cut!

sarah thinks that both of her kids favor tommy. she sees so much of tommy in them. and she wonders if she sees it because tommy’s gone or if they’re really there. sometimes she wonders if she’s forcing traits onto them, just to see her daughter have the same sheepish smile that tommy does, when he’s caught doing something he knows he shouldn’t be.

sarah tells so many stories of tommy to her kids because she doesn’t want tommy to be a stranger to them. she loves tommy so much, and she knows tommy loves her and her kids. and she knows her kids will never understand the sacrifice tommy made for them. hell, sometimes sarah doesn’t understand it herself. but still, she preaches all the good in tommy to her kids.

but stories aren’t the same thing as having him there. when tommy gets it of prison, his daughter is around 12 and his son is at least 9, but he is also never mentioned in the game so we don’t know when he was born, only that he was (as he is seen in the end of the game). tommy, their father, is nothing more than a ghost to them. a bedtime story. and illusion.

i don’t think sarah lied to them, i do think she told them he was in prison, when they were old enough to understand, but.. did they understand that? did they care? or did they just know their father was gone and their mother was suffering and it was his fault? do you think they lied and told their friends their father was in the war? do you think sarah told them to?

do you think when tommy got out, they recognized him? do you think they were cold to him? did they call him papa, even though he was a stranger? god.. do you think they called him by his first name? do you think they resented him? hated him, even?

now this part right here, THIS is the cornerstone to sarah & the baby angelos to me—

i think sarah has a breakdown after tommy dies. because yes she was alone when he was in prison, but she still knew that no matter what, no matter how tough— tommy WAS still there. but when he died, when she saw him die.. i think she really lost it.

however, i think in some twisted way, she felt relief, like she can stop looking over her shoulder. but i think she also let herself really cry after he was gone. and i think her kids held her together. i think they told her that she did amazing all these years without him. that they were loved and cared for, they never went without. and that now, without tommy, she can LIVE her life.

how they never needed tommy before, how they won’t even notice he’s gone now. they barely had him, and again.. they can’t miss something they’ve never had. they didn’t have a father, who is there to miss?

and hearing them speak like this makes sarah SICK.. but it only makes her sick because she has thought the same… it’s going to be hard without tommy, but it’s not like it was easy with him either…

her little girl has tommy’s smile, and kind brown eyes. her little boy has tommy’s nose, and lips. they both carry mannerisms of his, the cadence of his speech, the way he moves his hands, his big heart, his easy-going nature.

but when they’re asked about their parents, they’ll talk about sarah for hours. and when they’re asked about their father… they scramble to piece together something, until they settle on “he died in ‘51.”

#OUGHHHHH #i need to write more about sarah while tommy was in prison. you’re so right anon thank you #asks #sarah angelo #tommy angelo #mde #post: poetry

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theyluvlyss · 9 months ago

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𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞😭

I couldn't imagine having allergies at all, let alone year round (I don't get allergies haha flex).

but I am sick asf right now so I can somewhat relate in the moment :'). due to that fact, y'all might get a couple more sick-fics, idk🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

《 ♡ 》 imagine

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

out of all of the places you could've been born - krypton, themyscira, even in a lab would do - you were born right here on earth in a regular ol' hospital, in a regular ol' town, to live a regular ol' life. amongst the flowers and the pollen, the cold and humidity, the wind and rain.

and out of all of the things to be born with - superpowers, enhanced abilities, preferably a higher immune system - you were born with the most sensitive nose and lungs ever.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!strong allergies!reader x freddy freeman - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods - starts at the beginning of the year, ends at the end of the year

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of (and reader having) allergies/illness - freddy being the sweetest of sweethearts to ever be sweet - like srsly, this is all just tooth-rotting fluff - there's some references here and there, I think?? I don't rmbr😃

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

You laid in bed with your eyes glued to the ceiling, moping to yourself internally while the sound of your periodic sniffles further continued to fuel the harbored rage you held towards your teachers.

"Have a good spring break!"

"...And once that's done, enjoy the rest of your break!"

"Have fun on your two weeks off!"

"...Spring break!"

Spring, spring, spring...

How in the hell were you supposed to be enjoying the constant itch in your throat and stuffed up nose and, god, the sneezing...? You were growing sick of it (literally and emotionally), and to make matters worse, you'd been like this the entire first week of your two week "break."

You might as well have been sick.

"Ohh-!" Your mother jokingly scoffed, entering your room (without a knock, as most tended to do) with a curiosity about her that went subsided at the sight of you.

"Don't look so depressed. It's a nice day out, at least do something constructive."

"Of course you'd say that." You sneered, and suddenly realized that rage was being directed in the wrong place. Your teachers were just doing their job, being kind and offering their wishes of a good spring break. It wasn't their fault. You looked towards your mom, one half of the problem...

"You and dad got all of the good genes, and I got..."

You gestured to yourself, no further explanation needed other than a quiet, "...this." to finish off your sentence.

With your mom shooting you another knowing look, chin angled downwards and eyebrows raised, you flopped back onto your bed and sunk into the feeling of your allergies rendering you physically weak. It was the sudden raking sound of your blinds being pulled back and the gush of sunlight entering your room that had you then pulling the covers over yourself, unwilling to face the light.

"Close them...!" You practically whined. "My head still hurts, and I-... I..."

A sneeze interrupted your protests, the blankets rising and falling with the large puffs of air exiting with each sneeze.

"Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you."

You prepared yourself for one more with the following of your mother excusing each one individually, but it had died down in your chest, a pitiful groan taking its place instead as you adjusted and wiggled around under your blanket.

"If you don't get up, you're not gonna get any better." You heard the woman advise. "Besides, you need to eat something before you take this medicine."

Your curiosity peaked at the mention of such, slowly lowering your blankets just enough to reveal your disheveled hair and teary eyes. Sure enough, your mother had a real reason for barging into your room, a bottle of allergy relief spotted in her hand as she waltzed closer to the edge of your bed.

You sat up, mood slightly increasing at just the thought of feeling better. But, upon reaching for it, your mother pulled it away and repeated herself.

"You need to eat something before you take it."

"Ughhh, mom...!" You groaned in exasperation. "Let me take it now, and I'll eat right after, please."

She merely shook her head, taunting you without trying before she was right back to standing and waltzing out of the door.

"You can find me in the kitchen...!" She hummed over her shoulder and purposely left your door open after her exit. Instead of doing so, you were right back in between your blankets and pillows, dreading the feeling of doing any further mental or physical tasks.

The buzzing of your phone was what brought you out of your misery, head slowly lolling over towards your dresser until you could make out the contact name on your screen.

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| freddy spaghetti😻 |

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Suddenly, even if for just a moment, you forgot any and all that dampened your mood. Hell, you'd even argue that your nose unclogged for a second, your first smile of the day creeping onto your face at your boyfriend's unexpected call.

"Heyyy-hi...!" He greeted enthusiastically, elongating his words with his face all up in the camera that left you giggling carefully so as not to bring pain to your chest. "How's my super-babe feelin'?"

"Not so super..." You admitted with a shrug, smile faltering and unsure as to if you were blushing or just suffering from a fever. Either way, your cheeks and forehead suddenly ran hot, and it left Freddy to pout on your behalf.

"Allergies?" He guessed, and was answered by your - !... !... !... !... !... - five whole sneezes in a row.

"Allergies." He concluded before shifting his postion from a relaxed lean against his arm to holding the phone high above him with both hands, curls sprawled against his pillow, and an all-too-handsome grin to go with.

"Well, at least you're still a babe." He sighed out his flirt with such a casualness that left you grinning all over again, a wink thrown your way leaving you certain that if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now.

"Yeah, right..." You scoffed in order to badly cover up how smitten you already were. Hardly a minute into the call, and he had you feeling the best you'd felt all morning, regardless of an itchy throat and mild headache.

"I look like Rudolph the fucking reindeer with my nose this red."

"I think it's cute-! Very festive!" Freddy rushed. You gave him a deadpan look.

"It's the middle of March."

"And?"

At first, you thought he was serving you unprompted attitude, facial expression just as dry as yours had been seconds ago, tone just the same. But then you realized it was just because he was focused. Focusing on his phone screen. Focused right on the-

*flash* *flash* *flash* *flash*

"No-! Stop taking screenshots...!!" You nearly screeched, ducking out of frame while Freddy gave a smug laugh. An audible, "hehehehehehe" that could've been mistaken for a troll or gremlin of some kind letting you know you were too late.

"You look cute, though...!" He pretended to whine, shaking his phone as though it'd bring your face back on camera.

When it did return, it was at the distant voice of your mother from the kitchen, side profile now in view as your eyes stared towards your bedroom door, big and round at the call.

"(Y/N), come eat and take your meds, now...!!"

"But, mom...!!" You called back, fighting the tickle in your throat that urged you to cough. "It's Freddy, I'm talking to Freddy...!!"

But alas, she had no care for your reasoning, simply giving a dramatic huff of exasperation before calling back, "Well, tell him you love him, get off the phone, and come eat...!!"

Finally, you let that cough go, which inevitably proved the woman's point before you faced your boyfriend one last time with a pout of your own that was very much real.

"No, don't do that, stop it." He cooed, solemnly chuckling at your expression before swiftly-

*flash*

"Stop...!!"

"You first!" He countered. "Both looking so cute and pouting."

And to pull a final smile from you, he did the honor of "kissing" it away, bringing his puckered lips to the camera and making kissy noises that earned him more than a grin. Giggles escaped, and you even entertained Freddy by doing it back, only stopping when an abrupt groan came from his end. More laughter ensued, from the both of you, Billy in the background grumbling something about "we share a room, y'know...!" and "...so sappy when we have a world to save..." etcetc.

"(Y/N)...!!"

"Okay...!!" Was your rushed response for your mother before turning back to Freddy and practically whispering, "Bye, Freds, I love you, and I miss you."

"Ahh, don't worry. Just turn on the news and you'll see me."

It wasn't long before you had sluggishly brought yourself from the comfort of your bed and the dopamine of your FaceTime call with Freddy, trudging towards your dining table so you could weakly shove down a meal and finally get that allergy relief your mother held hostage.

"Okay, do these "superheroes" actually save people, or are they here to just cause a scene?"

You looked towards the TV at your father's words, your eyes lighting up as the reporter signaled for her camera to aim at the sky.

"...And we're not fully sure of the intention behind this message, nor if it's specific, but in good nature, I'd like to assume the Philadelphia Fiascos are bidding you all an easy-going, allergy free Spring...!"

The words, created from the sheer speed of Freddy's flying in his superhero form, read 'Get Well Soon <3' while he gave a two finger salute to the camera and anchor woman.

To you.

And you knew that as you did a terrible job of hiding your flattered expression from your family.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

Your eyes remain glued the the blue of the sky, not a cloud in sight yet sill anticipating the appearance of something. But alas, you knew you'd have to wait for later tonight to see anything worth marveling at, fireworks due to go off once the nighttime had set in.

So, instead, you spent the late afternoon of July 4th sitting in the grass, itching away at your legs and waiting for Victor to finish grilling. Hotdogs, steaks, burgers, chicken, you name it! Very American, not that you'd be caught dead celebrating the actual holiday. Today was just a day to get together with loved ones, eat, drink, and light up explosives that were otherwise illegal.

Who cares about-...

What does the fourth celebrate again?

You couldn't remember, still preoccupied with leaning forward in order to scratch at the irritating skin that had been bothering you since you left the house. And nevermind the pollen, allergy relief only able to do so much before you found yourself drawing in shallow breaths to let out a harsh, loud-

"ha-CHOO...!!"

. . .

"Aww-! Noo...!" You whined, the force of your sneeze catapulting your ice cream off of the cone still gripped in your palm. You watched the frozen treat splat into the green of the grass, the color of your flavor a stark contrast as you stared in disbelief.

"Oh-ho-ho, noo..." Freddy cooed at the sore sight, a chuckled lightly mixed in before he went on. "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk..."

Truth be told, you genuinely considered crying, not wanting to hear the less-than-comforting words of your boyfriend beside you, who still had his ice cream perfectly intact.

"I can't even enjoy a barbecue because my body's immune system is trash." You commented.

"Don't say that." Freddy soothed, for real this time, though, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back. "You did good for a while, there. First sneeze all day!"

"Yeah, but I've been itching like crazy! And my eyes keep tearing up. I think it's the grass..."

Freddy nodded in agreement, looking around to see that his family did happen to pick a spot right in the middle of the park field. Granted, the place was growing more populated by the group/family due to tonight's fireworks show hosting, but he'd much rather put your comfort over a summer tradition.

With that in mind, he stood, his crutch in hand as you followed in action, rubbing your eyes in a bad attempt to sooth the irritation until your hand was gently pried away and filled with another cone.

"Here, you take this..." Freddy spoke after handing you his own ice cream for you to eat after the devastating loss of yours.

"Wait, no, you don't have to-"

"-...and I'll go find a spot at a table, for now."

"Freddy..." You tried to interject again, but he wasn't having it. His mind already set and on a mission to achieve maximum allergy relief for his girl.

"Just until the fireworks start, y'know? Plus, I doubt you want bugs all over you when the food's ready."

"I-...That's true."

Though his actions and thoughts were simple, just a mere reaction to your discomfort, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at Freddy's attentiveness. You hadn't gotten used to the way he was always so patient with you, especially about what you were sensitive to, which felt like almost everything a lot of the time. You figured if it was a drag on you, it certainly bothered everyone else around. Hell, growing up, you were the infamous "sick kid" always home with a rumored flu or cold.

And when you were in, you weren't exactly... popular, per se. No one wanted to catch whatever it was you had, when in reality, you didn't have anything at all! Nothing contagious, anyway. Just... really bad, year-round allergies.

You thought it a wonder Freddy was able to ignore such a thing. Not even ignore it, but accommodate for it, which is more than what anyone has ever done for you besides your parents.

. . .

"Thank you." You said, eventually, after a long afternoon of laughing and talking, eating and dancing, family activies, and all of the sneezes, coughs, and lathering of itch cream in between.

Night was here now, and while yes, you two had returned to the grass along with his family in anticipation for the fireworks, your eyes no longer remained fixated on the sky. They stayed on Freddy, admiring all of his features as best you could in the dark and elaborating further when he turned to you in confusion.

"Thank you for not getting sick of me."

"Wh-?! How could I? You don't even have to thank me for that, I- What?" He stammered over his swift words, which was pretty much a norm for him as you chuckled slightly before going on.

"I just mean, like... Sometimes, I'm sick of being sick. And I know I'm not sick. It's just allergies. But no one else really knows that unless I tell them, and even then, I feel like it gets... annoying, almost? For me, yeah, and for other people because I am, essentially, always sick. I can't just... enjoy stuff because I'm always worried about what's gonna make me sneeze the most or what's gonna make my eyes flare up."

There was a pause.

"I know it's really not that deep, but I'm just glad you take the time to understand, you know? And that you're not annoyed by me."

Another pause. Freddy spoke.

"It kinda is that deep, though."

"...What?"

Freddy adjusted himself so that he was fully turned towards you, offering up his full attention in hopes he would gain yours in return.

"I don't want you to feel like you're just your allergies, okay? Like, yeah, you sneeze a lot, but you have the cutest sneezes, so it's not like anyone could possibly be annoyed unless they're morons."

"Freddy..." You cautioned with a knowing smirk, and he gave a gentle, pushing hand of defense.

"Kidding-! Ish. But seriously, I love you for you, (Y/N). For all of the things you like, for the things you do, the things you think and believe. I mean, hello, you literally-!" He came in close, whispering as if he wasn't talking amongst a chattering and unaware crowd.

"...you literally accepted me when I told you about the sha-ha-zam thing."

You giggled at the memory, nodding at his words as you spoke.

"Why wouldn't I? It doesn't make you any less Freddy. You're still my boyfriend, and I love you. Wanna make you comfortable and happy, you know?"

"Exactly!" Freddy agreed. "So you do get it. That's exactly how I feel about you, I mean- What, you think a little pollen-induced snot is gonna keep me from kissing you?"

"Okay, okay, I get it...!"

"Puh-lease, woman." He finished as though he hadn't heard your protest, only dropping the serious act when he saw yours break into an expression of glee.

As you shared the rest of your laughs together, unable to pull away from each other's gazes, the light of the first firework shooting off into the sky lit up your faces. It brought on a romantic swell, a final factor into sharing a sweet kiss as it exploded in the air, the golden colors fading away along with the thought of anything possibly irritating you further this summer evening.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 :

The humidity caused a stuffy feeling all over, a cold sweat thinly lining your person. You ignored it, for now, playing with the edge of the rug you sat atop mindlessly with your gaze fixated on the screen displaying first-person views of blood splattering and gunfire.

"Freds, you said after this last round it'd be my turn."

Billy gave an audible, "Tch." at your huff, smirking down at you from his spot on the sofa-chair while he waited for the loading screen to pass.

"Never seen someone so eager to lose before."

"Shut up...!" you exclaimed, whipping your head around to face him. "That's why you can't even beat Freddy on easy mode."

"The scores say otherwise."

It was now your turn it scoff at his bold claim, snickering while you spoke on semi-behalf of your boyfriend.

"Can't do math either, apparently, 'cause Freddy beat you this round, which means he's won more times than you."

"I'm hyping myself up for the next round, (Y/N). Ever heard of self-encouragement?"

Speak of the handsome devil, he was quick to butt in with his own opinion on the matter, coffee brown eyes still glued to the screen while strengthening his character with extra ammo and inventory.

"I find this argument to be both funny and pointless, seeing as my skills are better than both of yours combined."

"Says who?" Billy laughed in disbelief, his attention now fully towards his brother sprawled across the large, blue beanbag next to him.

"Says me! I'm the one with training from the ultimate game master of this family."

Giggling to yourself, you looked back at him with a start of hilarity he caught in your own (E/C) eyes, already preparing himself for whatever it was you were about to dish.

"Oh, you mean you mean the literal twelve year old?"

Alright, there was no combating that. It was the truth, Eugene proving himself the best video game teacher any one of you had ever met. Which, in your guy's case, was sort of pathetic for a group of teenagers.

But still...

"Okay- Babe, who's side are you on?"

"Mine!" You answered without second thought. "I want a turn, you promised."

"Okay, sure." Freddy shrugged, leaning over to hand you the controller. It barely grazed the pads of your fingers before it was snatched back, the sound coming from the TV an indicator of a new game beginning.

"After this round." Freddy swiftly added, leaving you to toss your head back with a frustrated whine.

"Dude...!"

But before you could scold him on keeping his word, the sound of the front door creaking open caused all of your heads to shift to the right. But alas, there was no need to see who would enter first, the noise enough for all of you to tell it was the two youngest who had arrived, along with Pedro from the walk to the nearby gas station.

"We've brought sustenance...!!"

The video game master himself eventually made his way into the living room, greeting you all with arms full of snacks and drinks to choose from.

"Thanks." Both boys murmured in unison, hardly sparing Eugene a glance with their focus solidly glued to the game. It caused you to roll your eyes and stand, ignoring the rude behavior of both of them as you gently took the food from his grasp and actually made eye contact.

"Thank you, this is sweet."

"It's no problem, but, uh..."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifted behind his glasses towards where the front door was, assuming it was still open as Pedro walked in. He also bore an anxious expression, and it mildly concerned you as you looked back towards Eugene in question.

"It's not a...huge deal or anything, but... aren't you allergic to cats?"

"...Yes?"

And before you could question the random and sudden interest in your bodily weaknesses, a shout grabbed all of your attention.

"Wait, stop, come back...!!"

Little balls of fur came barreling through the house unexpectedly in all directions, their mewls tiny like them, yet so loud as Darla came running in after them

"I can't catch you all...!" She gasped, and followed three that had gone running towards the kitchen.

"You can't just bring home every animal you find while we're out." Eugene chided, following after as Pedro managed to capture two more into his hands before they could get far.

"We couldn't just leave them in a box in the cold."

Eugene shrugged, a lot of truth in Pedro's defense that made it hard to argue against.

"Yeah, but...still..."

Before any of you could fully question the matter, you nearly jumped at another pair of kittens that came running towards you, attempting to walk backwards before they could come any closer until you found yourself tripping over Billy's ankle.

"Oh shi-"

And down you went, falling over his lap and over to Freddy, landing nearly on top of the boy who began to let out unintelligible shouts about his controller and the game and-

"I guess it's a tie, then." Billy commented, not too bummed with the circumstances, seeing as he was losing before he was pleasantly surprised with a bright, orange kitten making itself comfortable in his lap.

"No, no...! Nuh-uh, that doesn't count! Girlfriend interference!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose." You murmured, doing the same as that orange kitten and making yourself comfortable in Freddy's hold. "I was caught off guard, I didn't expect-"

"-They were just kittens." Freddy huffed before you could even finish giving any excuses or apologies for your interruption.

"I'm allergic, you know that!"

"They're this big...!"

He made a gesture with his hands, replicating the size of the kittens to which you completely ignored in favor of dramatics.

"I was attacked!"

A pause loomed over the two of you, staring at each other blankly until a wave of giggles broke the silence, and he was lightly pressing kisses to your temple.

More mewls caught your attention, a small void approaching the two of you and standing on its hind-legs in an attempt to climb up the beanbag.

"Oh my god, it's literally the same size as the controller."

At Freddy's coos, you had to admit that the kitten was very adorable, so itty-bitty while being enclosed in the palms of your boyfriend's hands. Without any thought, your hands outstretched to hold it, it's head whipping towards you in curiosity with its small pink nose and big round eyes, white, wispy whiskers and-

"Bless you."

A final sneeze never came, the feeling dying in your nose, chest, and throat that served as a reminder that there would be no kitten petting or holding for you. Not with such intense allergies. Not if the foster family were all going to creepliy chorus, "Bless you" at you every single time you sneezed.

"Freddy, I can't stay here, there's too many cats."

Your voice strained as you talked, hands rubbing at your itchy eyes while the hot flash started to increase tenfold.

"But look, he likes you." Freddy cooed further, holding the black cat up to your face as if he were attempting to hypnotize you with the blue of its eyes. And maybe, if your nose hadn't immediately gone stuffy, you'd fall for it.

"She's a girl." Darla corrected, entering the living room with her arms dawning the three kittens that had dashed away from her in the first place.

"But look, she likes you." Freddy repeated as though he hasn't mistaken the gender at all.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't."

Again, your comment was ignored, the boy moving the kitten as close to your face as possible until you were touching noses ever so gently.

"Boop."

"Ha-! Choo!!"

The cat was gone, her entire body squirming oddly until Freddy let go and she landed on all fours, scurrying away from the loud and frightening creature (you) and its thunderous roar (your sneeze).

"Sorry...!" You called after it pointlessly, sighing to yourself in melancholy while Freddy did his best to pick away each and every last strand of cat hair from both of your persons.

"At least you're not deathly allergic." He hummed as he worked, sensing the wave of sadness thay coursed through your body along with your sickly feeling and trying his best to uplift your spirits.

"Nope." You agreed. "Just a stuffed up nose, sneezing and itching, clamminess, watery eyes-"

"Alright, alright, you got me." Freddy smiled in defense. "So you'll never be able to own a cat one day. Big whoop! You know I'd never let you become a cat-lady anyway. That, like, puts you en route to becoming the next Catwoman, and we can't have that."

At this, your head turned, and you were greeted with the sight of each sibling coddling over one or two kittens, Mary having joined the scene upon hearing the commotion from upstairs. Even Billy was indulging, nobody knowing he even had it in him to be babying something. And yet...

"You're just the cutest little creamsicle, aren't you? With your little toe beans..."

'It should've been me pressing those little toe beans...' You thought to yourself, only speaking back up when another sad sigh left your chest and you were back to facing Freddy, playing with his hands loosely as if they were a better substitute.

"It'd be nice to raise one. Just one, without needing to hack up a lung four seconds later."

And of course, your boyfriend was quick to sympathize with you, poking out his own lip as though he were the one suffering and pouting due to uncontrollable allergies. He hated seeing such a dejected look on your face, unable to enjoy something as simple as playing with a bunch of kittens, and with no real way to solve the issue he felt forced to offer up another choice that didn't involve them at all.

"Wanna go outside? We could go to the park, get on the swings and stuff."

"Let me guess," you deadpanned. "You want me to push you so it feels like you're flying?"

"Wha-! No-! I-... No, that is not even the case, you are such- Yes, you little witch, stop reading my mind."

You giggled at his dramatics, taking your time with scooting off of his lap while you dished up theatrics of your own.

"Ah, yes, the park riddled with germ infested kids and play equipment, along with a cool breeze to carry them all into my already weakened body."

"Okay, now you're just being a Negative Nancy." Freddy chided, using his knee to completely bounce you off of him and onto the floor. You'd let this slide, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he stood and grabbed his crutch.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it's better than being trapped in here with... with that."

Pointing out the way Mary was now being cornered by every last kitten in the room, all anyone could do was watch as they all loudly screamed for her attention, jumping up at her and trying to climb up her fleece skirt all because they had caught just the slightest whiff of the food, salmon, she'd brung home from work.

"Oh my god, spare me...!" She laughed nervously. "I can't give you what I've already eaten, please...!"

You shrugged, nodding at the scene which would be one stop short of torture to you.

"Fair enough."

It was a short trip to the front door, yourself the first to try and exit before you both halted in your tracks, a gray and white tabby the only thing blocking you between kitten-induced allergies and freedom. Almost as if on que, it licked its paw clean and you felt a familiar tickle in the back of your nose.

"Darla...!!"

"AH-choo!!"

"...You left one outside!!"

Neither of you were sure if the little girl had actually heard Freddy or not, too focused on the way the kitten began to stumble closer while you took cautious steps back.

"I want peace."

Amusingly monotonous, yet fully serious, the words left you and surprisingly caused it to stop, big, round eyes staring into yours before scuttling past with eager mewls similar to its kin in pursuit of the picked-up scent of salmon (that were still currently jumping Mary).

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

"Are you sure? We can go home if you want."

You shook your head, offering up a shy smile at Freddy's kind suggestion. It hadn't been the first time today, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last, the harsh winter taking a toll on you. Even in the mild warmth and comfort of the public library, the chill of winter still managed to ravage your body, causing you to shuffle further unto your coat and rub up against Freddy's arm whenever you could (which was usually while standing still or sitting).

"I'm okay, just reading along with you."

"You're trembling, (Y/N)."

And with that, he closed the open comic book in his hand, lazily tossing it nowhere near where he found it originally. You stepped back from looking over his shoulder, preparing to follow him towards another section before being taken by surprise when he pulled you into his chest and trapped you in a bear hug.

"Dude, wait-" you tried to warn, but swiftly found it too late when you felt him put the weight of his disabled leg onto you. Now there was officialy no escape. Not from him, or from the prying eyes of the public witnessing the sudden PDA.

"Freddy, stop...!" You whined, the words going muffled against his blue coat. "This is- I'm-..."

"Nobody's even looking." He sassed mildly, and though your slight anxiety told you otherwise, his words proved true as your eyes scanned over what little surroundings you could see. Not a person in sight, though someone could pass by any second...

Before you could point this out, he was rambling to you somewhat quietly, doing his best to heed your playful warning of when you had first agreed to step foot into this library with him.

"Sure, if you can keep your voice down to Darla Is Sleeping levels, we can go in."

"Harhar, you're hilarious."

And yet, despite his sarcasm, he had actually been doing good so far. You'd commend him for it later when you weren't trapped between his biceps.

"You know, what I'm doing right now is - not only super nice because I love you and all - but it's also a part of classic survival techniques. You know, huddling together for warmth so that the human body doesn't catch hypothermia and one freezes to death. Especially when one's immune system is already mildly compromised by allergies. Sound familiar?"

And before you could hit him back with a sarcastic quip or defend yourself with facts of your own, you were sneezing against him and doing your best to apologize between each one.

"Cute." Was his only amused comment.

"No, gross." You corrected, wishing you had been able to cover your mouth.

"Well, yea. But also cute, still."

You scoffed.

"You're telling me you think my allergies are cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute. But, until you're ready to accept that - and the fact that I just wanna help you - I'm not letting go."

He spoke so casually, and as much as it made you want to continue being stubborn and try to pry yourself off of him (or, more accurately, pry him off of you), you couldn't help but be reminded off all the times before where he had taken your allergies into consideration. When he opted to help you, make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Where he'd try and do anything, all sorts of grand gestures, just in the hopes that you'd feel a little better despite the symptoms of your allergies.

All in favor of treating himself, most times. Year-round...

Without further protest upon coming to such a heart-wrenching realization, you gave in, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend willingly and holding him with the need to somehow transfer all of your gratitude to him through feeling. Not really a possible feat, of course, but he knew you very well. So much so that it's almost like he knew of your intentions, swaying side to side as best he could without losing balance and cherishing your embrace.

"Thank you, Freddy."

You had planned to elaborate, like you had one time before, but he cut you off. There was no need.

"Always."

He understood.

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨😗...

long time no see😀...

listen, call it the fanfic writer's curse, call it life, I don't know, but a lot of really fucked shit happened while I was gone and while I am not mentally okay, I'm at a point where the very least I can do is return to my humble roots in hopes of feeling better (or distracting myself): fanfiction😌✋🏽.

nothing ever goes wrong in the land of fandom, especially when you're the one in control of everything (I love being an author😻✨️).

but anyway, yeah, as I try to get my life in order and finally make my way back to this app to do what I love, hopefully some good ol' fashioned sick-fics will up the vibe (also, crazy coinky-dink, I started writing this monthssss ago and during that time, I was sick while writing... well, guess who's currently sick AGAIN as she now finally posts this💀... prolly what I get, though lmao).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Alright people

Angst time

Ahem

Starting off.....

PJO!Collette!

(Little reminder before hand. Well no actually a note- I had to like age up or age down a few characters to make like theirs and Coco's backstory a little more... Logical? Idk- but just so you know to avoid confusion!)

(This is like their backstory in a summary but also set during a different timeline, it's a little more different when it's like- "canon" as in during the same times as in the books and series)

(TW!!: There are mentions of beating characters up, mentions of character nearly dying, mentions of character's death, mommy and daddy issues, mentions of blood and scars, character is too blind up by anger and let's it get to them too easily, cussing, angst- like a lot of angst.)

PJO!Collette who was made angry and not born angry because of the expectations their mother had, while quite literally being just 8-9

PJO!Collette who could never understand why their mother sprayed them with loads of perfume in order for their smell to not track monsters

PJO!Collette who got sick of their mother's bullshit they were on the edge of running away, while being 8-9

PJO!Collette who in the end got told the truth and were simply dropped off at the camp, though not without a monster leaving a nasty scar on their back, while being 8-9

PJO!Collette who saw Grover when waking up in the infirmary, debating whether or not he's not worthy of their aggression and sparing him the insults

PJO!Collette who felt agitated to be in cabin 11 and didn't like Luke Castellan for whatever reason that may be

PJO!Collette who got claimed by Ares after getting into a fight with one of his children for shoving their shoulder

PJO!Collette who got along better with their cabin and letting Clarisse get to their head by letting her influence them

PJO!Collette who nearly fucking died during their first quest all because the Spear of Mars was taken by those who were seeking to plunge the world into chaos, to end up with an early birthday "gift" from Ares (which was an electric guitar that could convert to an two headed axe or sword)

PJO!Collette who, at the time, was ten-fucking-years old, during said quest, filled with rage that no child should have, though that anger died down when hearing about a new kid's arrival and that kid ending up being Coco and their beloved best friend

PJO!Collette who was the only child of Ares that had the guts to not back off when Luke said so, despite that Ares kids don't mess with him at all

PJO!Collette who hadn't even met Percy yet and let Clarisse whisper to them from how much of a fraud he is, thus as to why they strongly dislike him and Luke

PJO!Collette who hated Percy more after hearing what he did to Clarisse her spear, just to end up letting their anger get the best of them and nearly beating him to a pulp had it not been for Coco and Cole interfering and holding them back ("There's nothing special about you! You just got lucky because you don't know anything about being a demigod, you don't know the hell we all went through and you walk in acting like you know what you're doing!")

PJO!Collette who, despite that their cabin was known to be quite hotheaded, ended up being the only one who had to take anger management classes because apparently their anger was a level too high

PJO!Collette who couldn't be nice to neither Percy or Annabeth for the life of them, but would be less aggressive when it comes to Grover, way more with Coco

PJO!Collette who was the last one to stay behind to finish listening to the Oracle whom said that something horrible was bound to happen if they'd go with Coco, Cole and Chomei on quest, knowing that three was the holy number yet couldn't let Coco out of sight, just to see the consequences of their actions (that being Chomei dying in their place and Cole dying later on despite that it was actually three people during that moment)

PJO!Collette who thought they'd always be the one to carry Coco after every quest, never having thought for a second they'd get carried

PJO!Collette who later on developed feelings for their best friend, though learned that someone else was after her too and was nearly winning her heart (and Luke was certainly following his father's footsteps if he was this good at stealing Coco's heart)

PJO!Collette who did what they could to not let their father down, though, with their mother they stopped trying but she was more understanding than said father.

PJO!Collette who through the years knew it'd be impossible to pleas their father, as neither they nor Clarisse could be the sons he's wanted, learning that he's wanted a soldier and not a child

PJO!Collette who found themselves crying in their mother's arms, knowing she wouldn't belittle them for spilling out the inner turmoil that's been threatening to leak for years

PJO!Collette who ended up being a mama's girl kid instead of a papa's girl kid

PJO!Collette who, somehow, saw the more fatherly side of Mr. D, still grumpy but yet fatherly, too.

PJO!Collette who thought that the reason Ares gave them their crimson sunglasses was to show the supposed faith he never had for them, who went their way to get a leather jacket like his only to later on discover that the sunglasses were meant to be thrown away and instead given to them because like the sunglasses, they should've been thrown away as well

PJO!Collette who didn't understand why, why they ended up developing the same feelings they've felt (and still do) for Coco as for Percy, when clearly, they're unlovable

PJO!Collette who realized that the hatred they felt for Percy and Luke wasn't hatred but Envy, realizing they envied their skills and achievements, realizing that they hurt the both of them not out of spite but because they were jealous and were influenced by Clarisse

PJO!Collette who couldn't understand why they could tolerate Chris Rodriguez more than his brother, why they could tolerate Grover Underwood more than his best friend, why they were practically playing favourites just like their father

PJO!Collette who knew that they couldn't open their heart and reveal what they've been feeling for both the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Demeter, knowing that they would be stuck being FWB with said daughter of Demeter. And only they knew that they could label it as such because she didn't know a thing.

PJO!Collette who didn't understand why Percy was still being nice to them, why they continued being a dick to him because it's the role they've forced themselves to play through the years

PJO!Collette who knew time was ticking and therefore chosen to do something nice before they'd eventually leave

PJO!Collette who sacrificed themselves as a last way to show that they've given up the battle and couldn't be strong anymore

PJO!Collette who only managed to confess to Coco with a blade against their throat before it got cut, falling deeper in Tartarus if that's even possible, knowing that Grover would be the only one to genuinely witness their belated redemption and change of heart, that the others couldn't witness it like he did

PJO!Collette who couldn't feel their face getting cradled by Coco, couldn't feel her tears on her face and couldn't feel how they'd be the one getting carried by her now

PJO!Collette who didn't care whether they'd go to the fields of punishments or to Asphodel, knowing that wherever they'd land they'll be fine with it

PJO!Collette who ended up serving Hades and Persephone as their Royal Knight instead, not knowing that for once Ares said something genuinely nice and put in a good word for them to put them in said position, to spare them for they have went through enough

PJO!Collette who, till this day, still loves Coco, still loves Percy.

PJO!Collette who in the end, after everything that's happened, despite everything.

They still loved their father.

(I'm tagging @intriq @fallingwaynes @wanderingoracle @dottedlove @iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway @chaotic-child-of-apollo @scarletbeast @oliviachildofaries @thatonebitheaterkid @rayof-damnsunshine @thisisireneshesoutofcontext @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine @amazing-war-god-ares @will-solace-aaaaa @saph-nic @13callisto @yes-im-a-daughter-of-hades @evelynnisfrpinkiepie)

(That's about it)

#oc info by yours truly: Coty! ❤️#Man- this is kind of depressing

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