#it makes my brain go burr

[thevoidstaredback]

The plan was set and the game had begun.

There was a meeting on the Watchtower exactly three days after the Bat Clan had decided to mess with the Justice League, so that's when they planned to set everything in motion.

Robin couldn't be at the meeting because it fell during school hours, so Nightwing had come to the meeting with Batman. He'd already had the day off, so it wasn't too much of a hasel. Red Hood and Red Robin had both wanted to come, but they also had civilian duties to take care of.

When the meeting was over, the 'main leaguers', as many others had dubbed them, stayed behind as they always did. Normally, it was just so they all could catch up, sometimes to arrange another meeting, or even to discuss more sensitive topics.

This time, when everyone but Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, The Flash, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, and Nightwing had left the room, Nightwing threw his arm across Batman's shoulders and said "You all should come to the Cave!"

All conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at the black and blue clad vigilante. For a long moment, no one spoke or moved. Then, Batman nodded.

"Perfect!" Nightwing's smile got even bigger.

"Um," Superman, the sweet midwesterner, flicked his eyes over to Batman's face before looking at Nightwing. "Are you sure? Bat's has never let any of us into Gotham, let alone the Bat Cave."

Nightwing winked at the hero, his domino mask not hiding it, "Yeah, well, me and the others managed to wear him down. Besides, we've all wanted to give you guys a tour! We've been to all your secret hideouts, so we figured it's about time you saw ours!"

"I'm sorry," Green Lantern raised his hand slightly, "'Others'?"

Nightwing blinked, his smile dropping. Batman straightened up. "Did you-" Nightwing cut himself off, "You do know how many of us there are in Gotham, right?"

The heroes all looked at one another. Sure, they'd heard that there was two, maybe three, working with Batman, but nothing had ever been confirmed aside from Robin working with Batman and Nightwing working in Bludhaven.

Batman fought very hard to keep a smirk off his face. Nightwing didn't even try to hide his amusement.

Wonder Woman was the one to ask, "There are rumors, but I can't say any of us know exactly how many heroes work within Gotham City limits."

Nightwing and Batman shared a glance. This added so much more to their game. They had to tell the others! This was already so much fun, but it was about to get so much better!

"Then, I guess you all have no choice but to come to the Cave with us so you can meet everyone!" Nightwing exclaimed.

The eight heroes shared looks with one another before looking back at Batman and Nightwing. Their choice was obvious to the two Bats before the group had even decided.

"Alright," Aquaman said, "When would you like us to stop by?"

Right on script. Batman said, "Meet here tomorrow at fifteen-hundred New Jersey time. We'll be here to bring you down to the Cave." Then, he left, Nightwing trailing behind him.

"Cool," Flash nodded, "Cool, cool. Totally not nerve wracking at all."

Cyborg stood from his seat. "Don't be nervous, Flash. We're actually being allowed in Gotham. Batman doesn't let anyone in Gotham."

"No," Green Arrow said, "He doesn't let anyone operate in Gotham. I've been many times."

"As Green Arrow or as a civilian?"

He fell silent and the others all laughed. He joined them.

"Regardless," Martian Manhunter said, "I think it's good he's allowing us to see his main base of operations."

"Yeah," agreed Superman, "I wonder what it'll be like."

Wonder Woman was the next to stand from her seat. "It will be quite the tour, I'm sure."

Part 2 Part 4

[jadelemonadee]

so i made a hamilton shipping chart……,

either tag me in it or reblog this post with yours if you do it!!!! ^_^

[fuccicle]

does anyone have music autism. but no true music theory knowledge. i just want to talk about music.

hyperfixation talk

i’m doing the 1001 albums to listen to thing and i really like the process of it even if it’s looking at genres i don’t really listen to much. But i do in depth reviews to just give an off the cuff impression, or “this song sounds like this song.” it’s just the autism pattern recognition but i have the ADHD attention span/conversational skills of an AuDHD person.

because i’m autistic.

[rust-painted-fingers]

why is there over 2 thousand words in this file

why have i written over 1 thousand words, nearly 2k, tonight

i wrote 300 last i checked

hello...

[haitianempress]

FR! Me and Malbonte are gonna have an army of children after all the shit we been through! It needs to be an option for all LI's not just one.

Confession:

"Hs 2 BETTER have a happily ever after or I swear to god I’m gonna riot, is domestic fluff with my li too much to ask? 😭 "

[whalbi]

Patrochilles owns my goddamnned heart. Literally they make my brain go burr

[biblicalvampireemmy]

i made a post before (like a month ago) that im not linking bc im lazy and it's midnight its abt a hamburr au im making this quick

RESET!Au

this is a burr-centric story

this story relies a lot on undertale because uh, that fandom revived itself into my brain and i can't get rid of it

burr is essentially frisk. he doesn't really know that yet though. obviously, im not making him choose mercy, violence etc.

the only thing that will be undertale related is the reset button.

Burr shoots hamilton in the first round (?). And regrets it.

He finds a glowing light. a button with the word "RESET" on it.

If it was truly what burr thinks it is, he clicks it.

And we are back to when he meets hamilton for the first time. The thing is, burr doesn't manage to change hamilton's fate after 5 resets.

The thing though, like in the game, hamilton is aware of these resets, but plays along for his own sake. Burr isn't. At least he's not as aware until the duel. Hamilton persists even after three resets.

To find his buddies, Laurens, Lafayette and Hercules again

To meet his wife and the rest of the Schuyler sisters

To meet Washington

To meet Burr.

Again and again.

Every reset, he's sure Burr will finally maybe change his mind, maybe it would different. Even after getting shot three times he still trusts him to change it the next reset.

Burr goes through the five stages of grief (which are The Five Resets)

On the 6th reset, something happened.

It's the duel day, once again. Burr and Alexander are face to face one last time before going on about this reckless loophole. Burr feels empty. He stares at Alexanders glasses, where his reflection lies. It was silent for a moment.

"You don't need to keep doing this."

"What?"

Alexander turns around and waits for the duel to commence.

Burr is left there, perplexed.

[novaenocyon]

We need a Wonderlandian word for Princess! Help me out...

As someone who loves the idea of there being a Wonderlandian language (or at the very least, a pseudo-language) that they speak in throughout the Underland, I think there needs to be a word for "princess".

I mean, just think about it---Red is always calling Chloe 'princess' and 'boo', so Chloe needs something to call her as well! And I mean, I know Bridget's title 'Queen of Hearts' is more an ode to her whole cards theme, and she's actually the Empress of Wonderland. While that would make Red an heiress more than a princess, I still think there would a word for it! Plus, Ella might have called Bridget by this term at some point, so it can be used in that way too.

If you look below the cut, there's a few words I've collected (some are canon within the Alice In Wonderland world, others are my own ideas which you can feel free to nab and use yourself). Use those as inspiration and use those beautiful brains so we can think of something cute for Chloe to use to refer to Red as!

I also have a hell of a lot more hc ideas so @ me or reblog this if you want more (BEG FOR IT MWAHAHA /j)

• Regions ~ Witzend (Hatter Land, mountainous), Queast (a brimful land to the East), Snud (Southern land, home to Grampus Blues/Trotter's Bottom), Salazen Grum (aka Desert of Crims), The Tulgey Wood (Tove/Jabberwocky/Jubjub /Bandersnatch territory), Gummer Slough (viscously muddy swamp), Iplam (SW near Tulgey), Caterpillar Bush (within Cheshire domain, near Iplam), Bramble Bay (on the other side of Tulgey Wood), Looking Glass Mountain, Vorpal Mountain, 

• Language (Outlandish) ~ Tulgey (Twisty), Wanderer/Wonderer (Any Wonderlandian visiting Auradon), Futterwacken (joyous dance), Futterwack (one who is excitable) Brillig (almost supper; a time), Ezel (all that way; "You want to go up ezel?"), Fairfarren (farewell), Frumious (filthy/smelly), Gallymongers (crazy), Guddler (theif), Guddlegud (grabby hands; nickname) Gyre (spin), Klotchyn (Listen up), Mimsy (flimsy & miserable), Noge (get/go down), Nunz (not yet), Orgal (to the left), Stang (to the right), Outgribe (bellowing whistley sneeze), Saganistute (sage/astute person), Scut (vulgar word for butt), Slithy (lithe/slimy), Yadder (past/beyond), Zounder (behind/behind you), "Naught for usal" (no use in it), "Slurking urpal slackush scrum" (bad word of the most worst meaning), Temmut/Temnut (hero), Temsil (liberator), Gordazzlous (gorgeous/dazzling), Futtertitilles (butterflies), Titilleskips (palpitations of the heart), Titiller (flirt), Crims (grasp/hold or center/heart depending on context), Gnasher/Gnawer (Social terms for fanged Wonderlandians that act differently during teething season; One tears things to ease the ache in their gums, the other prefers to gently hold things in their mouth), Chumbler (A durable & bulky teether for gnashers), Grawnib (A delicate & intricate teether for gnawers), blockspade (blockade), 

• Plants ~ Prank Rafflesia (long tendrils, hangs people upside down), Fluttneb nuts (an unusually unimpressive nut with a sweet, caramel center), Nerghumfop poppies (explode with a sticky red dust), Pippernuttle (vibrant & colorful sticky-burrs), Besifentuc root (an ingredient in the WL fever medicine), Chawgritt trees (Grow in the Crims of Salazar Grum; Shed tough, high-nutrience bark that is often used in teethers),

Also a little extra thing, here's a little idea dump on the different card types:

~ Hearts = Status, (telethesia*) ~|~ Diamonds = Protection, (invulnerability) ~|~ Spades = Influence, (teleportation) ~|~ Clubs = Labor, (telekinesis)

*telethesia = the ability to know that something has happened or is in a place without the use of the five main senses. This can be used to slightly predict an outcome or stay in touch with Wonderland when on the surface (Auradon), often in the form of calls or a looking glass.

[topimpabunny]

THIS WAS CUTE AND HOT HELLO ALICE LET ME KISS YOU I LOVE THIS

۶ৎ older gf!caitlyn who always rewards you when you pass an exam by pressing your knees towards your ears, exposing your glistening cunt to her hungry gaze. she'd shh and coo at the tears bubbling up in your waterline, strangled hiccups falling from your lips as her cock is snug within the warmth of your walls. peppering soft kisses along your neck, up your jaw to your face, kissing away a fallen stray tear. she hates to see you cry, but there's something intoxicating, and albeit an ego booster to see you cry on her cock.

when you begin to incoherently babble about wanting to come, she doesn't let up. the rapid snap of her hips and the grip on the back of your knees melts your body within the mattress. and when you look so cute beneath her, chest heaving, needy glossed over eyes, tear streaks on your cheeks, puffy lips, and greedy cunt sucking her back in the moment she backs out with just her tip at your entrance before sinking back in. she has to give it to you. it's what you deserve, you earned it.

[kaaaaaaarf]

Today I saw sunshine and for a brief moment I remembered what it was like to be happy—to be in the middle of writing something, and the way it feels like spring in my soul. I ached for a minute....but it was a good ache.

Lately I've been having trouble with joy.

Nothing feels good and hasn't for months. I have lost interest in everything. I've barely made any playlists, I am too impatient to listen to music all the way through and don't feel the intense need to listen to any particular song. I no longer listen to music when I shower or do the dishes. New music Friday has just been a thing I do instead of the highlight of my week, and I haven't wanted to go to any concerts—they sound like a lot of work right now, and I'm so tired.

I haven't wanted to watch TV or movies. I haven't been able to go for walks because of a foot injury. I haven't been interested in hockey or in dark shame otp. I physically haven't been able to write, there is no spark and my brain feels dead. I haven't made a note in my notes app for ages, I have opened my personal computer twice since the end of February.

My health has been bad. I've been getting sick over and over. Yesterday I fucking chipped my tooth.

The only thing I've felt like doing lately is reading fic, but even that is difficult and I have trouble deciding what to read so just end up scrolling tiktok for hours. Reading a physical book sounds like it would take too much energy.

I feel like a bear with a burr in its paw, mean and whiny. I feel like I'm being dragged through molasses. It's all I can do to get to the office twice a week and to my various appointments. This isn't even starting on financial problems or commenting on the state of the world, how dire absolutely everything feels right now, and how sad being in this fandom sometimes makes me.

What I'm saying is, I haven't been myself lately. I've been deep in the trenches, sinking, sinking, sinking.

But today I felt the sun and for the first time in a long time thought, maybe it will be okay.

Maybe spring will return to my soul, and I'll feel real again.

Anyways, love you all. Mean it.

[kaltain-1]

Malleus

Other People: Malleus is my favorite character because he is so sweet to us, always wants to incorporate us into the conversation, passionate, etc…

Me: Hehe, funny dragon man make brain go burr.

[himbionn]

Dalek Week 2024 Day 4: "Bar Fight"

(Aka an excuse for me to draw blood n bruises cause it makes my brain go burr.)

[lettermanjack]

AAAAAA HOLY SHIT.

GKGG 4S BEING CONFLICTED ABOUT BLUE IS SO GOOD.

(I'm very sorry about your art block btw. I know it sucks. I hope eventually you're able to get out of it. But this is amazing regardless :])

sorry for not drawing anything these past few days that is now weeks

i am still in this block of art for some reason and i dont know how to get out

so here, just have this

this was supposed to be a comic but my brain made me not motivated and im sad about it

gkgg au by @maxphilippa

blue eyes au by @lettermanjack

this is the dialouge of the supposed to be comic

i still have the poses and expressions drawn in my head but i couldnt draw it on a canvas

i wish i could finish this, like, even if it’s all sketches, but man, brain doesnt want me to ⚰️

[a-fluffer-nutter]

I Ate It

A/N - My friend @holziesworld commissioned me a charming Hamilton fic with Burr and Hamilton goofing around instead of working. Here is the fic and I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,948

“What do you mean, you ‘ate it?’” brows furrowed, Aaron Burr crossed his arms as he stared at his friend and political rival: Alexander Hamilton. 

“I told you, I ate it,” Hamilton replied with his typical smug tone. 

“You're insufferable,” Burr couldn't help but sigh.

There was work to be done, documents to be written, and many people were tasked with such a job. George Washington had coordinated it, so each person was paired, two in every office. Burr wasn't thrilled when he and Hamilton were thrown into the same room, but Washington made it clear that each pairing had been thought through and it had been organized this way, so no one felt too “lonely,” as Washington had put it. 

Burr and Hamilton got along, however the duo were both at ease with pushing each other's buttons. Going from a peaceful quiet to being at each other's throat faster than you could blink was common, especially if one of them were having a bad day. Luckily, the pair were feeling rather spry, playful even, in Hamilton's case, so the early hours were a bit more peaceful than other mornings. 

Hamilton had offered to refill their bottles; both having gone dry within the last half hour. A kind gesture that Burr was appreciative of, as his creative flow in his writing was peak; stopping now would throw him off his game. Hamilton was the opposite, in a temporary mental rut that only taking a moment away from his work could fix. 

A few minutes pass and Hamilton returns, immediately sitting back down, beginning to write again. Glancing over to the corner of his own desk, Burr verified that his bottle was no longer there, confirming that Hamilton had in fact taken it. Confused, Burr continued to write, not wanting to interrupt the ideas he needed to convey on paper. 

Nearly half an hour later, Burr put the final touches on the document; his flowy signature at the bottom signified its finality. 

“Hamilton,” the silence in the room was shattered, startling a keenly focused Hamilton as his colleague stood up. Snapping his head back to look at Burr, head tilted slightly to the side, Hamilton struck Burr with a confused gaze. 

“Yes?”

“Didn't you take my bottle?” Burr asked, tilting his head, catching sight of Hamilton's own bottle with mild curiosity. 

“Oh, about that…” voice trailing as a wobbly smile fought its way into his face, it was clear Hamilton was trying to come up with some sort of excuse. “Well…I ate it.”

“I'm not insufferable,” Hamilton replied with a light pout, crossing his arms in mock offense, “I'm being serious, Burr. I ate it.”

“Then spit it out,” Burr stated, deadpanned. Dealing with Hamilton in some of his moods could be harder than dealing with his own toddler. 

“Nah,” Burr's previous statement remained true, Hamilton was insufferable.

A long sigh escaping his lips, Burr figured that if Hamilton was going to act like a child, then Burr should treat him like one. It would be easier that way. 

“Spit it out,” Burr repeated, with the same lack of emotional inflection; this time however, he took a step forward. This sudden movement startled the other man, causing Hamilton to stand up from his chair and face Burr. 

“No,” Hamilton said hesitantly, intrigued by Burr's movements and glint in his eyes. 

“I guess I'll have to make you,” with a roll of the eyes, Burr lunged forward. 

Concern for his life flickered in Hamilton’s mind as he turned, trying to get his feet to move as fast as his brain. Having only made it a few inches forward toward the door, Burr wrapped him in a bear hug with ease. Now lifted off his feet, Hamilton flailed his legs as he dangled in his friend’s grasp.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hamilton spat, brows furrowed with distrust and anger. Rough housing was not underheard of between Hamilton and others, but normally he was the initiator, the aggressor. Now, at the full mercy of Burr, alarm bells pounded in Hamilton’s head, having not the slightest idea on what the other man was going to do.

“Someone’s pissy,” Burr teased, absolutely delighted by Hamilton’s switch in tone of voice. The quick change from cocky and boyish to an irritated confusion was charming; cute even, not that Burr would ever say this aloud. Not only because he liked hiding his fondness for Hamilton, but he also knew that he would be ripped to shreds the second the other man heard him, much like a small dog when someone goes too near.

This occasional lack of emotional regulation was not something Burr feared, but understood quite well, as it was something he also could struggle with. The two of them grew up with similar childhoods, lacking a stable and fair father figure in their lives, and in turn, becoming orphans in their younger years. Whilst Burr knew comparing their two early lives was an atrocious thing to do, at they both suffered from traumatic childhoods, he often wondered if they both discussed these issues with one another, that they could become closer, in a trauma-bonding sort of way. He had a vague understanding of Hamilton’s life before moving to the Colonies, but he was quick to acknowledge that it was a discussion Hamilton would refuse to share with anyone. Just like Burr.

Squeaking out a sharp noise the moment Burr latched his curled fingers around the sides of his ribcage, Hamilton could not stop himself from tipping his head back as laughter cascaded from his wobbly, upturned lips. Just as Burr had planned, using a childish method on Hamilton to cease his childish behavior was sure to work.

Both lacking a true, healthy childhood, having moments of child-like fun was good for the two of them, even if neither would admit to it; Burr especially, as his stoic demeanor and even handedness was part of his reputation in politics. Despite Hamilton being compared to a firecracker, he too would dismiss any ideation that he enjoyed childish activities, as he too, had a reputation to uphold. Such activities and playful nature were withdrawn in most circumstances, only opening up with those he was closest to. As, at this time, Burr and Hamilton felt quite close, Hamilton allowed himself to relax into a more youthful energy, allowing Burr to follow suit.

“How dare you!” Hamilton’s laugh was bubbly, preventing any bite to be heard in his words.

“I’ll stop once you give me my bottle back,” Burr practically sang, moving his fingers down to knead into the soft part of Hamilton’s sides, just above the hip bone.

“Never!” as stubborn as ever, Hamilton proceeded to laugh and kick, his laughter a bit softer, his sides not as bad of a spot as his ribs.

“Hm, too bad for you then,” replied Burr, almost pleased by the answer. Sure, he had work to do, of course, but a few minutes of juvenile behavior couldn’t hurt. A distraction could be a good thing, resetting the mind.

Arms beginning to ache due to their positioning, Burr had to act fast to maintain control of the entire situation. Gripping Hamilton’s ribs to retighten his hold, Burr allowed himself to fall back onto the floor, using Hamilton’s desk to guide him down with minimal strain. Once seated, Burr wrapped his legs around Hamilton’s middle and plunged his hands under the man’s arms.

“Fuhuhuck!” Hamilton managed to yell out, slipping into a mixture of a loud belly laugh and cackles. Despite having full control of his arms, they were useless; lightly smacking Burr’s thighs, unable to control most of his bodily reactions while being tickled, a fact that Burr knew fairly well. This was not the first, nor likely the last time they were in a situation like this.

            Burr had learned that Hamilton was stupidly ticklish on accident one night. It was late, the wind outside was biting and the clouds threatened to unleash a wave of torrential rain. The war had just been won; the colonies celebrating their independence with an unceasing joy. Mirth and pride filled the streets and all who walked down them, and this night, the partying continued despite the sour weather.

            Burr had slipped into the closest establishment for a drink, something that could warm his insides as he sat by the fire. As he entered, throes of merriment filled his ears, a cacophony in which he could not single a person out if he tried. That was, until a stream of hysterical laughter caught his attention, resonating from the back of the bar. The sound, recognizable yet he couldn’t place it, drew Burr to follow. This melodious laugh led him to a scene that Burr had not anticipated, yet he was not too surprised by.

            Pinned up against a wall, Hamilton was trying in vain to get out of the clutches of one Marquis de Lafayette. While the laughter was provoked by Lafayette’s well-placed fingers, Hamilton’s smile seemed to be genuine; carefree and happy despite the position he had found himself. Burr was certain that Hamilton was enjoying it, likely inciting this attack by creating mischief. Hamilton was always happier around his friends, Burr had always noticed from afar. 

            Years later, Burr did not need to watch Hamilton laugh from across a bar, ears pink and heart yearning for friendship. Now, Burr and Hamilton would consider themselves friends yet also rivals. This friendship allowed Burr to be a bit more relaxed, something he was conveying in the moment as his fingers wiggled under Hamilton’s arms and the man screamed in laughter, throwing out the occasional insult or profanity. With Burr going for his worst spot, Hamilton was completely at his friend’s mercy, not that he minded too much; the break from his own mind was well received and wanted.

            “Excuse me, gentlemen,” was spoken seconds after there was a rapt on the door. Wearing a soft smile, George Washington entered the room, eyes filled with pleasant amusement.

            “Oh, sir,” Burr and Hamilton nearly said simultaneously; Burr unhooking his legs from around Hamilton’s middle to force himself upright. Quick to follow, Hamilton smoothed back his hair as his lungs fought to recover from breathlessness.

            “I did not mean to startle you,” Washington let out a quiet chuckle, then lifted a familiar bottle, “I was wondering if this belonged to one of you.”

            “That’s mine, sir,” Burr replied, then glanced over at Hamilton, shooting him a look that made Hamilton shiver, then rub the back of his neck with his eyes lowered. “I must have forgotten to grab it on my way back. Apologies.”

            “Not necessary,” Washington said in response, handing the bottle to Burr, “It is quite alright to be a bit distracted,” he continued, lingering on that last word for an extra moment, delighting in the faint blush rising to both men’s cheeks. “I see you are both faring well, otherwise, so feel free to get back to it.”

            “Yessir,” their replies were instant, both dipping their heads in agreement and respect.

            The second the door shut, the duo let out audible sighs. Then, Burr turned to look at Hamilton.

            “I thought you said you ate it,” Burr teased, quickly relieving all concern Hamilton had, having feared that he had gotten upset due to the interaction with their superior.

            “I guess I lied,” the wobbly smile creeping onto his face could not be helped.

            “In my strict belief, all liars should be punished.”

            Without giving Hamilton time to process his words, Burr lunged at Hamilton. Bottle safely discarded onto Hamilton’s desk; it was quickly forgotten the second Hamilton’s melodic laughter filled the room again. 

[darkpuppysuit]

🎀Tie up the ends of a Dream🎀

Pairing: CountryBoy!KimTaehyungxCurvy!Reader

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, cursing, smoking, fighting (verbal and physical) Mature themes, MDNI.

Words: 5.2k

A/N: I'm giving minor characters names. I'm sorry if you don't like that but it makes my brain do the burr if I don't. Also I hope you guys really like this because it's been stuck in my head all damn day lol. I'll probably write a part two for this considering where I left off....

Taehyung is a young man living in a trailer on a half acre of land the little old lady at the farm next door let him occupy for free until he got on his feet when she saw him in an alleyway practically begging on the streets.

He was small and skinny at the time, no meat on his bones, his cheeks looked a little sunken in too. So the old lady asked him if he wanted a job and a place to call home. Of course Taehyung accepted her offer with no hesitation, anything to get him out of the cold.

He started working the following spring when calf season started late March to early April. He helped Barbra by doing all of the manual labor for her. Scraping out the barn once or twice a day, he actually learned how to drive by taking hay out to the cows out in the field and when he turned sixteen the nice lady took him to get his drivers license and he passed, barely, but he passed and that was the end goal.

By the time Taehyung had turned eighteen Barbra had gifted him the old Ford truck her late husband had in the shed. She told him that if he could fix it and use his own money for the parts then he could have it and sure enough he did.

It took him a couple months of waking up early enough to get a head start on the daily chores he would do for Barb including feeding the chickens, leaving the egg collecting to her.

Once he was done which would normally be by eleven in the morning, he'd be back at his trailer working away at that truck of his until the light pole turned on, telling him it was time to go inside. 

He'd drag himself inside barely tripping over the lip of the door frame with his steel toe boots. Raking his fingers through his hair trying to tame the curls that were slowly getting out of control and grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge on a card table where a larger fridge should be.

Taehyung always kept his living space clean and tidy but there were times where he would get lazy from working on the truck that was proving to be more of a hassle than it was worth in his eyes. 

A few well worn jeans lay over the loveseat, many unmated socks sit in the corner of his old lazy chair waiting to be mated and put in his dresser.

The kitchen table was littered with instant dinners and random cheese stick wrappers, soda cans and, water bottles.

Taehyung needed to clean up as soon as possible but first he really needed a shower because he smelled more of burnt motor oil than man right now. 

Fast forward ten years and Taehyung is walking down the aisle of the church dressed in black, a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Barbra, the sweet lady who had given him a place to live and a paying job too, passed away sometime in the night. "At least she died peacefully and without regrets." Her daughter in law spoke at her funeral with that finishing line.

Taehyung thinks back for a moment and remembers one of their late night talks in the study as she was going through some papers Taehyung wasn't sure what they were at the time. "I regret not being able to give this cattle ranch to any of my kids. I just can't trust them to run it correctly, if at all." She murmured to herself as Taehyung was prattling off about the truck yet again. She did have at least one regret and she took it to her grave that day Taehyung had to help five other men put her in the ground.

A few weeks later Taehyung was standing on his small front porch smoking a cigarette. He has good enough sense not to smoke inside unless it was winter and even then he sat next to the window with it opened a little bit to let the smoke out.

He watched a large red truck roll down the dirt road with a trailer attached to the back with a bunch of furniture in it and behind the truck was a moving van. Both vehicles pulled into the loop driveway of Barb's old house which made him stand up straight. 

If there's people moving in that means he might lose his job working under the table including the trailer he had fixed himself so it was livable.

Hell, he might even lose the truck he finally got to start a couple months ago. There was every possibility Taehyung could think of and all he could think about was losing the one place he's ever truly known. 

Then she stepped out of the truck, well more like jumped down but, when she walked around to the trailer Taehyung's mind stopped for a moment.

The new ranch master was beautiful, her hair was bright and glossy. She was short and curvy just the way he liked his women, his breath hitched in his throat when she stepped on the truck's tire and threw her lovely legs over the side of the truck with a smile on her face. 

He needed to introduce himself, maybe make a good first impression maybe then, he could keep working here and stay in his trailer. He quickly put out his half cigarette and brushed his hands off on his jeans, his hands were clammy and he was nervous to say the least. There was a million ways this could go as he made his way over to the young woman who was now climbing down from the truck down to level ground again. 

He stands behind the woman as she takes her boot off, shaking a loose pebble out of it before putting it back on. "Uhm, hi... my name is-" The woman jumps two feet in the air clutching her chest as she whips around to the new voice behind her.

When she sees him she has to glance up to look him in the eye in order to talk to him. He was a tall man, he looked strong enough to handle hard labor, broad shoulders and big hands to boot. But he looked as if he was trying to curl in on himself, like he was almost scared? Shy perhaps?

The woman stares at him for a moment before her eyes light up and she quickly makes her way to the front of the truck pulling out some folders which the ranch hands information on them. "You're Taehyung right? Kim Taehyung?" The woman beams at him as she rounds the truck for a second time looking down at the folder in her arms.

"Y-yeah that's me." He stutters awkwardly shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets. "I'm Y/n O'Brian." She offers him her hand for a hand shake and Taehyung looks between her and her hand for a second before he takes her small hand in his with a small smirk on his lips. "Looks like you're one of the ranch hands who have been here the longest?" Y/n asks as he releases her hand with an awkward chuckle for holding it for so long. "Yeah the uh, bunks are in the back over there in the little yellow barn. I live in the trailer just across the way. Not too far- if you uh, ever need anything." Taehyung rubs the back of his head with a small smile on his lips making Y/n smile back at him.

"Thank yo-" Y/n is cut off by an arm draping over her shoulder giving it a tight squeeze making her wince a little bit. "That's good to know, ain't it honey?" The older looking man grits his teeth looking down at Y/n who puts on a fake smile and chuckles quietly to the man next to her.

He looks back at Taehyung, standing there with a grimace on his face. Extending his hand to the ranch hand with an ugly smirk on his face, they shake hands roughly. "Nice to meet you kid. My name is Joshua, just Josh is fine though. My wife and I hope nothing will go wrong while the ranch is under our care." He chuckles darkly when Taehyung removes his hand from his and takes a step back. "Yeah, let's hope not." He sneers back at him.

A few weeks pass and everything is as follows; Taehyung and the other ranch hands wake up a little before the sun starts rising in the sky. The cattle is moved from one field to another so they can continue grazing freely.

The horses who aren't being used by the cattle hands are put into the field with the cows so they can stretch their legs. A few horses are training for shows and contests in town and around the countryside.

The smaller animals such as the chickens and pigs were taken care of by the ranch master and in this case would be Josh but Y/n was awake anyways.

She wraps her robe around herself and ties it off at her middle, grabbing the old wicker basket at the back door and stepping out to take care of the chickens.

Y/n was quietly humming to herself as she picked at least two dozen or more eggs from the chicken coop. The chickens clucked around her feed waiting to be fed almost tripping her a few times when Taehyung comes riding in on one of the many horses.

He offers help every morning when he sees her half asleep and grumpy. His heart aches for her when he sees a new bruise or cut on her delicate skin, he wishes he could do something for her but he knows he can't do or say anything without potentially losing his job and place of living.

He's gone toe to toe with Josh before when Y/n went to her garden with a bruise under her right eye. Taehyung was pissed that her husband thought it was okay to hit her like that, his parents never laid a finger on each other before one day something changed and they started looking sick.

He never left them because they were his parents he loved them so much. When they stopped moving one day Taehyung had ran away to the next town over where Barbra found him a few days after he had made it to town. 

A few months would pass and Y/n, Taehyung and a few of the other ranch hands were becoming really good friends. They all went out for some drinks one Friday night, somehow Y/n had made it past her abusive husband to come out with them.

They played pool and darts most of the time while enjoying each others company. It was the first time Y/n felt free, more like herself than she had in years.

When one of her favorite songs came on over the speakers Y/n couldn't hold her excitement as she grabbed Taehyung by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor with her. 

After Taehyung had started driving Y/n home in his truck because she had one too many drinks, she shuffled closer to him on the bench seat, nuzzling under his shoulder until he moved to wrap his arm around her.

Her cheeks were red and warm as she laid her head on his chest while he kept one hand on the wheel down the dirt road. She started playing with his hands, measuring her hand against his, tracing the lines on the joints of his fingers. Even ghosting her finger tips along the palm of his hand making Taehyung shiver under her gentle touch.

Especially when she drunkenly lays her hand on his thigh making him squirm in the bench seat next to her until he pulled into the driveway of his trailer.

The door was barely opened before Taehyung stumbled inside with Y/n's legs wrapped around his hips as he held her by the back of her thighs, holding them tightly with his large hands as they made out.

Both of them clumsily made it to his bedroom, Taehyung lays her on the bed gently, driven by the alcohol coursing through his system and the feelings he has for Y/n.

This beautiful woman who had captured his heart with her sweet accent alone. He kisses her feverishly but slowly trying to hold back as much as he could until she wanted more of him. 

She tugs on his plaid shirt a few times as Taehyung leaves a small mark just between the cleavage of her breast where it could be hidden easily. He feels her pull on him and quickly disposes of his shirt revealing himself to her.

She stares at him for a moment, admiring his hard muscles that twitched under her touch as he kneels on the bed between her legs. She slowly un-buckles his belt causing Taehyung to look down at what she was doing then back at her.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna do anything you aren't comfortable with." He coos, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear looking at her with all the love in the world. "I'm sure Tae, please? I need you. I want to feel safe again." She cries the alcohol in her system playing with her emotions. Taehyung coos at her again, giving her soft slow kisses all over her, making sure she knew she was meant to be loved just like this.

Taehyung didn't see Y/n much after that night, he would stay outside doing chores while also keeping an eye out for the ranch master's wife.

By Gods he hated admitting that someone got to marry that beautiful woman before he did, he would mentally kick himself over nothing every time he thought about it.

Taehyung couldn't do much about the abusive nature of her husband either, the few times that he had stepped in he either got a black eye or a few bruised ribs when he tried to defend her to him because obviously she had done nothing wrong in the first place. 

He almost lost his job three or four different times over the course of eight months but he made sure to tell Y/n that he was always there if she wanted to talk or just simply sit in silence for a while.

She would tell him the same thing every time too. "I'll be find don't worry about me. Too much of a hassle to deal with anyways." Without fail Taehyung would watch her silently from the other side of the fence during the work day and keep a closer eye on the house once the work day was over. 

Every so often by the light in the living room window he could see their shadows dancing around the curtain when Joshua would get angry with her for what he didn't know but Taehyung bets it has something to do with the food being too spicy or too bland.

The man was never happy with anything his wife did which made Taehyung's blood boil when he saw that Y/n was trying her best to please him.

The next day comes and goes by in a hurry as the evening sun sets against the horizon just beyond the pasture. Taehyung lights a cigarette and takes a seat in his little lawn chair facing the ranch house, the same little window like he had been staring through the last few weeks since the night Taehyung knew he crossed the line but it was a beautiful line to cross in the first place.

Tonight's fight was no different than all the others, Josh was waving his hands around, yelling and screaming so loud he could hear it from his trailer.

The only difference was he heard Y/n yelling back at him, making Taehyung stand pin straight taking a long drag off of his cigarette before throwing it to the side, leaning over the banister a cold expression on his face as he stares intently at the window. 

All of it happened so quickly Taehyung had barely processed what happened before he had jumped clear off his porch and ran to the ranch house.

He bangs on the door a few times before he slams his body weight against the frame, breaking it with two hits of his body. Once the door was down he ran through the kitchen and into the living room tackling Josh to the ground and wrestling him for the gun as Y/n sits shell shocked against the fridge, watching the two of them beat on each other.

Taehyung manages to throw the gun out of Josh's reach and against Y/n feet as she tries to shakily talk to the emergency operator on the other side of the phone.

Josh stands into the living room grabbing the old lamp Y/n's grandmother had given to her and smashes it over Taehyungs head making him fall to the ground.

He shakes his head trying to get his vision to focus when Y/n's raggedy husband grabs a fistful of Taehyung's curly hair and pulls him to his feet. 

"You think- just because you fucked my wife- that you can just barge in here unannounced?!" Josh screams in Taehyung's face as he huffs out a get fucked at him with a smirk on his face, spitting a mix of saliva and blood at his feet.

He punches the ranch hand in the gut and he doubles over onto the floor holding his stomach. Y/n looks at him worriedly her eyes as round as saucers, trying to hide the phone from sight.

She lifts her index finger to her lips to let Taehyung know to be quiet and that help was on the way. "I could beat on my wife all day. You're more fun-" Josh grabs him by the collar lifting him up to meet his gaze. "You actually fight back, gives me a challenge." He chuckles darkly pulling his large fist back to hit Taehyung's bloody face again when the click of a gun is heard behind him.

"Leave him alone Joshua- the cops are already on their way so stop this right now." Y/n orders her husband aiming the gun square at his head. Josh scoffs at her but gently puts Taehyung back onto his own two feet. "You won't do shit, if you were- you'd have done it already bitch." Josh makes his way towards her and she fires the gun into the ceiling without a second thought making the three of them flinch at the sudden change in volume.

"Stay back, I'll shoot you Joshua O'Brian I swear to any god that will listen. I will paint the walls with your brain, if you even have one." Y/n snarls at him when a wave of intense pain washes over her, Y/n goes down kneeling onto the floor holding her stomach.

Taehyung quickly makes his way over to Y/n cradling her in his arms. "The baby." Y/n gasps holding onto his forearms. "Baby? What baby? Y/n?" Taehyung asks frantically keeping the gun within his line of sight. "Yours- Our baby Tae. Fuck this hurts." She curses when Josh chuckles darkly at the pair of them on the floor.

"Bastard child." He scoffs wiping the blood off of his knuckles as sirens can be heard off in the distance and for once Josh actually looks scared. 

Two weeks pass after that night, Y/n had moved Taehyung into the ranch house with her because of the nightmares she would have. The first night it happened was the same night the police had taken Joshua away in the back of their cop car.

She woke up in the early hours of the morning and walked over to his trailer, looking like a kicked puppy when Taehyung sleepily answered the door and let her inside. The pair of them slept soundly for the first time in quite a long time.

The day after the court hearing and the divorce papers were signed Y/n steps outside of the courthouse taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling truly free for the first time in years.

Taehyung walks up beside her and takes her hand in his, his other hand rubs on her stomach as he kneels down level with her stomach making Y/n giggle and smile down at him as he presses kisses along her stomach.

"I love you little one, I don't know if you're a boy or a girl but, either way. Your Daddy is so happy to have you." He whispers against her as the baby kicks Taehyung on the forehead making him take a second to process what just happened. He looks up at Y/n with tears welling in his eyes. "Did they just-" She giggles at him when he wraps his arms around her middle gently.

"Your daughter is quite the fighter." Y/n jokes as she pulls Taehyung back to his feet, brushing the loose dirt from the ranch off of his shoulders with a small smile on her lips.

Taehyung looks into her beautiful eyes, completely entranced by her beauty. "Just like her Mommy." He says leaning down for a kiss and their lips connect for the first time in months 

In the next month the baby had made her way into the world quietly, the only time she cried after Y/n had labored for thirteen hours in the hospital delivery room.

She had Taehyung's dark, curly hair and big brown eyes, she was small like her mother even her lips were tiny too. The sight of his two girls curled on the hospital bed as Y/n breast fed was the best thing he's seen for a very long time.

He was mesmerized by them especially Y/n, the same woman who he watched for nearly over a year be beaten the shit out of on a daily basis, who took every hit and every mentally abusive remark for who knows how much longer than he had seen.

She was indeed a strong woman and perfect role model for their daughter. Y/n looks to Taehyung who is lost in thought, staring intently at the two of them with that beautiful boxy smile on his lips when she catches his eye.

"Do you want to hold her?" She asks him and he hesitates for a moment, his daughter is so much smaller than him, he could hurt her if he wasn't careful. "I don't want to break her." His hands shake a little as he walks over to his girls. "You won't hurt her Tae. Just support Naomi's head and you'll be alright. Just like that, good job Dad." Y/n slowly helps Taehyung hold the baby correctly, cradling her in his arms.

She moves in her swaddle a little bit making the tiniest, cutest sound she could possibly make and Taehyung just stares at her in awe. Something so little could produce a smaller sound out of her lips. "She's beautiful. You did such an amazing job darlin'." Taehyung coos at Y/n who stands on the other side of their daughter stroking the tuft of curly hair on top of her head smiling happily. 

A year later Taehyung and Y/n are celebrating Naomi's first birthday with the ranch hands and a few other family members in attendance. "Hey sis? Could you hand me the cake cutter? Or a knife I don't care hand me something woman." She chuckles moving through the kitchen swiftly and smoothly like a ballerina performing on stage.

Y/n's father walks into the living room where Taehyung and Y/n's mother sit chatting away while the older kids ran between the kitchen and outside, playing in the sprinkler out in the yard.

"So, Taehyung is it?" Y/n's father accidently interrupts the light hearted conversation, making Taehyung stand and shake her fathers hand firmly. "Yes, I'm Taehyung s-sir." His eyes widen as he stutters, making him curl in on himself.

Her father just chuckles at the poor boy relaxing his posture a little bit, hoping to make the boy a little more comfortable with him. "Don't worry about that kid, you should've heard me the day I met Her mother's dad. Damn, you could see the sweat for miles when I stood on that front porch with flowers in my hand. I was nervous to say the least."

Taehyung takes a breath of relief nodding to her father when her mother confirms it for him by smiling and nodding her head. "Listen son, if you truly love my daughter unlike that no good son-" Y/n's mother coughs, staring him down before finishing for him.

"What he means sweetheart- if you want to marry our daughter, you have our permission to ask her." Taehyung swallows hard as his hands become clammy and he chuckles with Y/n's parents in the living room when the lady of the house comes into view. "Everything's ready! Tae could you go get Naomi? I think my sister has her outside in the sprinklers." 

Everyone gathers around the large dining table in the middle of the kitchen, Y/n let Naomi "open" her presents first so she didn't get cake on them. She got plenty of baby toys and more blankets and a few hand made wash cloths from the neighbor down the road.

A few more hours pass of Naomi opening her new toys and Dad putting a few of them together for her. One by one each family member left the house. Y/n said goodbye to her parents last because her mother had helped her clean up the mess when Taehyung and her father picked up the toys from the side yard. 

Taehyung waits until Naomi was sound asleep in her crib, thank god that child slept like a fucking rock too because if Taehyung was going to go through with this, the baby needed to be out like a light.

Y/n was getting ready for bed in their master bathroom when Taehyung comes up and hugs her from behind, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her middle, almost missing the baby bump she used to have.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispers into her ear making her shiver as his hot breath hits her cold skin fresh out of the shower. Taehyung and Y/n makes eye contact through the mirror in front of them and she can almost see the predatory glint in his eyes as his eyes scan her body only to meet her gaze again.

"I love the way you wake me up in the mornings. I love the way your night gowns give so much but leave just enough to the imagination. I love the way your hair blows in the wind when we sit outside together. I love our daughter we made together. I just- love you so much." Taehyung starts to tear up and Y/n coos at him lovingly. "I love you too, Tae. What's wrong baby? Did my dad say something?" His grip on her body tightens the slightest bit when she mentioned her father.

"N-no he didn't- I mean he did but- that's not the point. I'm trying to be romantic and you're ruining it." He playfully scoffs giving her ass a light slap and grabbing it making her squeal. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Continue please?" She pouts into the mirror holding onto his forearms around her stomach. Taehyung takes a deep breath as he speaks again only a little irritated.

"You're as pretty as south Georgia peaches and as hot as any Tennessee June. Did you know that? Every time I look at you I fall more and more in love with everything you do. Even if the little things you do irritate me sometimes, like not believing me when I tell you you're beautiful." Taehyung pauses to place a few kisses along Y/n's jawline and neck, his hands roaming her body as he talks to her lovingly.

Y/n giggles against him and turns to face him when he pins her to the bathroom sink. "But I think the thing that's got me hooked on you the most is when you say you love me in that sweet, soft, slow, southern drawl of yours. It drives me crazy Y/n, sometimes I think you lay it on thick on purpose." He smirks down at her innocent eyes.

"I ain't got a clue what yer talkin' about sweetheart." Y/n looks around the room when Taehyung rolls his eyes back, tilting his head slightly with a low groan.

"That- That right there is what I'm talking about little lady. It's like you love driving me crazy just by speaking." He teases her, pulling her gown up just enough to reveal her thighs he's been thinking about all day, he couldn't wait to be between them. Taehyung dips down to her level locking eyes with her once again before his gaze drops down to her sweet lips.

"Say my name." He deadpans his eyes still locked on her lips, waiting patiently as he can for her to speak. Y/n stutters when he picks her up to sit her on the bathroom counter top next to the sink. "T-Taehyung." She says softly when one of his large hands smack the counter next to her hip, sliding to her hip giving it a squeeze as he closes his eyes.

"I love it when you say my name baby," He purrs in her ear making her shiver again when his hand ghosts over her stomach. He opens his eyes again pressing his lips to hers with fervor almost pushing her against the large mirror before picking her up again and taking her to the bed.

He lays her down gently like he had the first time they had been in this position but this time there were no repercussions of their actions.

They continue to kiss each other like it was the last time they're going to be able to. Y/n pulls him closer to her by the back of his neck giving the little hairs on the back of his neck a tug earning a soft moan from Taehyung. He angles himself to look at her, propping himself onto his hands on either side of her head as he hovers over her. 

"Marry me." 

Y/n takes a moment to look at the man hovering above her curvy frame. Did he- of course he did, every chance he got he would mess around with the idea.

Y/n never took any of it too seriously considering the hell she had just gotten out of just a little over a year ago. Y/n caresses his cheek softly looking up at him with stars in her eyes as the tears began to pool at the brim. "Yes. yes Taehyung I will marry you. Just please, don't hurt me." She pleads with him and he hushes her worries with a kiss that hopefully portrayed all of the emotions he had for her. He latches onto her neck leaving a good sized love bite on her neck before he kissed her cheek.

"I could never hurt the one person who has made me happier in the last two years, than I have been my entire life."