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san8ny · 9 months ago

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Intermission

Ellie Williams <3

Synopsis: Ellie and you haven’t spoken since highschool, you two never really that close. One day, the all-star hits you up upon getting kicked out. You down to help her steal from her own childhood home or nah?

w.c: 4.1k / warnings include: Ellie is a bit rude in the beginning, some Joel slander, she’s just hella uptight, mutual pining, kissing, she makes out with your hooha, but it’s hot. ;-;

“Am I even doing this right?” you mutter down at the pocket knife you had angled, poorly sharpening it’s blade with the edge of the worn-down whetstone you and Ellie happened to find upon arrival to Joel’s cabins.

She gives you, and both the board, a once-over before turning back to the picture frames lined up on the wall, “Sure.” Rolling your eyes, you throw the knife onto the counter, “You know, I didn’t know he had such a swanky place.”

“Yeah. Reeaal swanky.” She huffs, scrunching her brows in annoyance when the clatter of the knife you’d just thrown doesn’t quiet down immediately, “You find the checkbook yet?”

Ah, the checkbook. You almost forgot she recruited you out here to practically rob her adoptive dad blind.

I mean, fuck, had you had the luck of being in her place— living so lavishly, you’d let the bastard yell at you all he wanted.

Dragging your finger tips across the wooden counter, careful to not splinter them, you push yourself off where you were leaning, and walk towards the stairs, “Doesn’t it make sense for him to like, I don’t know, have it upstairs?”

Ellie runs a hand down her tired face, letting out a huge sigh before turning towards when you stand near the railing, your foot already placed on the first step. Why didn’t she think of that before? She gives you the green light, following behind as you ascend up the stairs. She finds her breath hitched and her eyes closing in further irritation when you suddenly stop, her face parallel with your lower back due to the step-to-height difference.

“Is that you?” You say, a smile stretching on your face as you point towards the meek framed photo that hung above the handrail, depicting a pre-teen Ellie in a science museum tee, Joel slightly crouched behind her with two thumbs up. You almost would have missed the small smile she has in the snapshot had you had nor squinted, “Didn’t know you had a dimple. Do still have it?” You ask, turning down towards where she stood.

“No. Now move.” She huffs, bumping your shoulder as she takes lead, climbing up the rest of the stairs. Rude. Nonetheless, you follow her as you enter into the main hallway. How the hell was a cabin this big? you’re only in it for, like, less than a season— Right? Not like you would know, the fanciest thing you’d ever seen was the time you went to Dina’s Bat Mizvah down at the community center and got to see a chocolate fountain, granted it was years ago, it’s the closest thing you’d ever experienced comparisable to ‘upper echelon.’

She seemingly notices your distant stare, harshly bringing her palms together in a large clap thus pulling you out of your thoughts. Clearly taken aback, you meet her blank gaze, “You take the attic, i’ll take the main bedroom”

“Where—

“Down the hall, to your left. You’ll see the ladder cord hanging.” She cuts you off, already walking away and into one of the many doors you could only assume led to Joel’s bedroom. Okay! This should be easy!

It was not easy.

On your hands and knees, you cough uncontrollably from the dust that blocks insulation. It errupted when you pulled the damn ceiling ladder cord down. All this money and they couldn’t fucking dust it once in a while? Wait, when was the last time this place was even entered? That was the question you asked as you slowly tip-toed up with wide eyes. immediate, you’re met with U-haul boxes, plastic dinosaur figurines and some comics.

In that moment, you smile a bit as you kneel on the floor, grabbing the Stegosaurus and T-rex as you gently knock them against eachother, playing with them.

Though you swear you were being satirical when you began toying with them, you couldn’t help thoughts drift to a younger Ellie playing with these like you were. She’d probably always call dibs on the Carnivore, giving the other person an eyeroll when they cry at how unfair she was being for never giving them a turn at being the razor-bearing predator. ‘Skill issue’ she’s also snicker when the kids run back to their parents.

When you finally put them down after some time, you walk over to one of the several moving boxes. Some tattered, some dirty and some even still closed up. It was wrong for you to have been snooping around her childhood home, sure, but she’s also stealing from her own said home— so you can’t be that bad. Reaching into the closest one near you, you pull out a small velvet belt. One that stroke resemblance to the ones you’d see in the cheesy karate-cop movies your dad had been a fan of. Another, and another and shortly, you have a large array of belts, with at the very bottom of the box containing a small plaque of achievements, ‘Ellie Williams’ printed in fine, gold lettering, ‘Graduate from the Jackson institute of Martial Arts.’

Of course, she was a prodigy at everything. What wasn’t Ellie good at? She’d been your highschool’s valedictorian a couple years back when you both were about to graduate, given the golden chance to speak at the commencing, well, was. That was before passing the chance onto the second runner without a second thought; she claimed she wasn’t the talking type and just casually went about her day, like it wasnt the opportunity most students would have killed for. Students like you, who spent all night and day to even make a dent in the social stratosphere that was highschool.

Given now you both were in your early 20’s, you still hold admiration for Ellie. Maybe that’s why when she randomly called you to hangout after years, you didn’t question it, or even second guess yourself.

How long Ellie had been standing there watching you coo over her baby pictures was something you, and both she couldn’t answer. Originally wanting to smack you on the head or scare you, she couldn’t help but lean against the attic wall, eyeing the way you carefully place her achievements down like they were the most important thing to you.

You’d always been like that since Ellie can recall meeting you. Always so nice, so sensible, always the first one in the room to make light out of nothing. You definitely would have been burnt on the cross or something for just how smiley you were if you were alive back in that day. Ellie found you interesting in ways she couldn’t configure why.

She and Joel had a falling out a couple of weeks ago. He cut her off of all financial support, insisting she get a job or a higher education like her peers were. A few profanities and insults were thrown around, leading eventually to her getting kicked out. Funny. Though she never cared about being embarrassed or the opinions of others, she did feel some sort of seeping humiliation. So, with the money she had, she booked a hotel and called you up. She chuckles when she remembers the first time she sent the address, your hesitancy to type back as you get the wrong, but expected idea,

‘ .’.im not fucking u lol’

‘wth no I got kicked out’

‘OHHH srry!!! D: ‘

The chuckle that hears behind startles, your grip seemingly loosening on the picture frame you had in-hand meeting the floor in cruel shatters. Quiet consumes you both with your hands shaking erratically, “O-oh my god? i’m so sorry, I don’t even know why I did that. fuckfuckfuck!! It was an accident. I can pay for that! Like, i’m so so sorry—l” you frantically plead with her, your eyes alternating from her and the bloody gla—bloody?

“You’re bleeding.” Ellie sighs, softly reaching forward to grab your wrist, pulling you around the mess you caused. You didn’t even realize you were until you felt the blood drip from your ankles down to your shins, staining your bleach-white socks in scarlet droplets.

“I messed up, Ellie, i’m really sorry.”

“Can you like, stop apologizing? It’s fine. Didn’t even know when that picture was taken anyways.”

Somehow, her words worsen your hysteric state, you sinking down back onto your knees as you sob. Oh god, she didn’t even know when that picture was taken meaning it’s that long ago. Ellie stares at you clearly with a panicked look, not really knowing how to comfort you— or anyone for that matter. Again, you were more of the sensible one between them, even if you two hadn’t exactly been all that close growing up in the same town, school and similarly interconnected friend groups. ‘What would you do?’ So, Ellie slightly crouches down, her squeaky sneakers noising as she awkwardly encircles her arms around you. Clearly taken aback by this gesture, you peer up from where your head was buried inbetween your knees and instead, at Ellie, who’s usual laid-back expression is replaced with furrowed brows, her eyes not meeting yours and some reddening on her cheeks. “Y-you’ve seen the picture frames around, man, I see myself all the time. It’s fine.”

You sniffle abit before giving her a coherent answer that isn’t just hiccups, “Im sorry.” She sighs before slightly reaching up to pat your head, “Please stop crying, I think i’m more off-put by your ugly cries than you breaking shit.” That tugs a laugh out of you, pushing Ellie away as she matches your grin. “I mean look, you ruined my tee.” She wasn’t lying, you look down to her white tee and it was absolutely soaked with shed tears belonging to you. You gently run your thumbs over her chest in a bad attempt to wipe your embarassingly smeared mascara off, but it only recieves a small whine from Ellie, who backs away immediately. You’re left confused when she gets up, clearing her voice. “We should continue searching.” With that, she leaves the attic, leaving you up there and with multiple. How could ones demeanor change that often? You almost noticed the sensitivity in her chest.

“Pfft, softie.” You mutter, a smile on your lips as you follow her down. Eventually, Ellie is the one to find the book, it’s placed inbetween some folded jeans. ‘Fuck yeah..’ She bites her chapped lip as she flips through it. Enough pages for her, and a good forged signature she’d mastered when he’d be too lazy to sign her field trip permission slips— guess something did pay off. You stand there with crossed arms, feeling a bit squeamish all of a sudden, like the thought had hit you finally, Ellie is moving away. She notices you when she lifts her gaze up, puzzled with your stance, “I told you it’s okay, the picture frame can be replaced.”

“I don’t want you to move away.”

“What.”

“I won’t repeat myself.” You shake your head defiantly, standing your ground when she towers over you, all these years and when you two have somewhat of a bond, she wants to move away? And maybe yeah, you had it coming, being easily-attached to somehow who’d you’d only started recently hanging out with. “What makes you think I care?” She mocks, looking at you like you’d grown an extra head, she’s almost astonished with your stupidity, why would she have dragged you all the way here to just, stay? Something with the way she says those words churns humility deep in your gut, who were you to even admit that to her? You flail around your arms passively as you back away, a croak in your throat, “Just something I said. You’re a cool person.”

“Right, well, I got the checkbook meaning we can get the hell out. Seeing this place almost makes me want to not drain Joel’s pockets.” She yawns, throwing you the book before retreating into one of the previous rooms, though before, she asks, “Say, where’d we put the keys?”

Who had the keys?

Comically enough, sirens began to faintly hear in the back, and your gaze locks onto Ellie’s, “Fuck— find the keys.” She says, running back into the room. How petty was her dad to call the police on them? Well, petty enough to have alarms laying around incase his thieving daughter comes around. You, instantly begin to eye around for them, palms growing clammy at the aspect of being arrested now comes into plan as the sirens grow closer. Finding them, you call out to Ellie who seemingly was already on her way once she heard the jingles of them, “Out the back. You’re gonna run, and not turn back, ‘alright?” She whispers, grabbing you and running towards the kitchen door once the front door is knocked.

Once it’s kicked in, Ellie manages to get out with a groan, definitely a bruiser, but nonetheless, they make it out of the area without getting caught. While she hasn’t broken a sweat yet, you were coughing up a storm like you were earlier, eyes tearing up as you let them out in fits. She gently rubs your back, looking around for where their parked car was, it was a good idea they’d parked so far away- granted it was flawed in multiple ways, it came out in their good favor. Once you’d caught your breath, Ellie hums, “You know where we parked?” You nod, looking around, “Yeah. near the marked tree, you smeared my lipstick over it..” She scrunches her nose to prevent a loud laugh from coming out, your sadness over lipstick being funny to her, “Right. That way.”

You both find the car and enter, ellie starting the car as she backs up and maneuvers around the various tall trees it was parked around before getting onto the main road. You don’t say anything for the majority of the one hour ride, those 60 minutes feeling like the longest ones to Ellie who’s gotten use to your talkitive habits. So when she asks you if you want aux, you shake your head— deflating her mood. She sighs, lighting up a cigarette at the light and rolling down the window. You just lean your head back and rest your eyes, emotions running through that you couldn’t even seem to process. Tiredness, embarrassment of her flat out saying she’d never stay for you, getting almost booked by the police, and just ones you didn’t want to acknowledge at all. You wanted to just, go to sleep.

Ellie, on the otherhand, feels nothing but anxiety gnawing at her. Why does she care so much whether you talk to her or not? She’s never even liked talking, and somehow, the thought of never speaking to you again after this makes her feel nauseous. Would you text her? Call her? Visit her if she left? Would you buy the nearest train ticket if she told you one day to come when she settles into her new place? Or would you just move on? Would you move onto some cooler girl in town to befriend? Some other girl you’d look up to, some other girl who would show you the hidden gems around town you’d been asking her to, Fuck— some other girl you’d give all your affection to. Ellie swerves the car, and had it not been your quick-wit to pull the steering back, she might have crashed the vehicle.

Pulling over, she places her head lightly on the leather wheel while you stare at her in bewilderment, “Are you crazy?! What was that?!” You say with a slight twitch in your eye at her loss of control.

“I don’t want to move away.”

“You literally have to, we’re on the side of the road and your emergency lights aren’t on so.”

“I’ll stay.”

“You can’t, that’s like, against the rules. I don’t know, my permit is expired.” First order of business, obtain a license.

“In Jackson. I’ll stay in Jackson.” She mumbles, lifting her head up to stare at you. This feels like a joke to you, like Ellie might just begin laughing at you when you show the tiniest bit of you of relief. So, you just match her stare, tiling your head. “Why?” Why? What do you mean why? Ellie wants to scream, why don’t you look happy? She’s staying for you.

“Just..wanted to.” She says after a beat or two, pulling the car back onto the road as she nears your house. Giving a curt nod, you look out the window, your knees feeling wobbly like a teenage girl all over again as you suppress asking questions to the clearly disoriented freckled girl. Once on arrival, Ellie expects you to leave and slam that door but instead, you sit there for a bit.

“My mom isn’t here.” You say, chewing your inner-cheek.

“You don’t have a spare key or ‘sum?”

“No no I do, it’s just— want to come in?” You ask her with big eyes, your hands folded on your lap like a child on their best behavior to get something.

“Did your mom bake that pie you got me last time?” She’s referring to the Cherry Pie your mom made last time you two hung out.

“Is the sky blue?” You say, with a smile, trying to lighten the mood that’ll need more than just that to recover.

“It’s grey but I see your point. I’ll go park, leave the front door open.” She smiles when you nod, skipping out of the car and into your home.

When she does so, and enters your door, she’s met with a warm wafting smell of baked goods. Ellie might gave been fairly thin, but she had a nose on her, leading her to the kitchen. You’ve changed out of your dirty clothes, she notices, you now wearing some small pajama shorts and a tanktop. You’re bent over the oven, grabbing the treats out of the pre-heated oven your mother had likely left them in to retain warmth.

“You’ve got to stop doing that.” You mutter, almost dropping the tray of food while Ellie smirks

“Can’t really promise accepting an apology if you dropped those.” She says, walking on over to where you stood by the kitchen island. Something in the way she says that so..flirtatiously, makes you look back at her twice. “Whatever. Do me a favor, take the plates out while I cut the pieces.” Ellie nods, walking over to the several arrays of cabinets. Though, upon doing so, she notices your refrigerator, decorated in colorful magnets, children’s literature and most of all, a picture of you, and an older woman. You were younger, hair a bit longer than you had it now, and a wide grin with your front tooth missing. You couldn’t of been older than 6, Ellie thinks. Smiley.

“This your mom?” she asks, running her fingerpads alongst the smooth film while you hum, nodding. “Yeah, it’s my mom” You say, handing her a slice of piece when she gives you the plate, “You look alike.” Ellie concludes when you two begin walking upstairs to your room.

It was certainly your room, is what the auburnette thinks as she sits on your bed. Messy bedsheets you never got to make, clothes scattered near your closet and other things you never got to clean up when she’d called you up this morning at such an ungodly time to divulge you in on her scheme,

though now, upon her decision to stay in the town, it seemed a bit for nothing. It’d be a funny story to tell with you. With you, she thinks, watching as you chew the treat and sit on the rugged floor as you flip through TV channels. Eventually settling on some show Ellie never knew was still even airing. She quietly sinks from the bed, onto the floor herself, sitting close to you as your gaze stays glued to the blaring screen, flashes of color reflecting onto your face as each scene passes. Ellie finds herseld staring at you, a person she once found so inconspicuous now becoming the very reasoning she stays in a town she hates so much. Whatever you had the girl under needed to be looked at.

“Do you like me?” Is what she wants to ask, but “Do you have a boyfriend?” is what she settles for.

You turn to her, meekly shaking your head. Since when was she sat so close to you?

Ellie nods, looking back at the show to get you to, before asking another question, “Girlfriend?” You shrug, “I mean, I use to talk to this one girl..”You mutter, before Ellie finds herself furthering it, “What happened?”

You sigh, before pointing a finger, “Don’t laugh.” you glare. Ellie smiles, nodding. “She told me she was straight after like 2 days AND THEN, i saw her kissing on Judy.” Ellie snorts, “No fucking way, Judy the librarian?” You nod, burying your face in a nearby throw pillow.

“I need a drink.” You mutter, getting up and leaving the room with Ellie in it. You return shortly after with a bottle of wine and some glasses. The girl groans as she stretches, “Now you’re talking. Pour me some.”

Eventually, the topic heads in the way of relationships once more, with you two telling each other of your awful sex lives in the majority straight town Jackson was as you sip.

As Ellie tells one, you find your eyes feeling heavy, alternating between her green eyes down to her pale pink lips. You nod, poorly attempting to give the illusion you were following along with whatever she was saying. Ellie, herself, wasn’t all that there but she was better. She’d stopped talking long ago and was just moving her lips with no dialogue coming out whatsoever, seeing if you’d ask why she halted her story. She licks her lips, leaning back as she places her glass down on the nightstand near her— jean-clad thighs spread tantalizingly as your gaze drops to them.

Her years of martial arts and track did her well, you admit, hoping it wasn’t obvious you were ogling the girl.

“Were you mad at me earlier?” you whisper, fidgeting with the loose seam of her jeans as you notice the difference in how she was acting at the cabin, and how she is now. Ellie hums, matching your small voice. “I was more so mad at myself.” She answers you, her hand finding where yours toys with a string, “Not at you.”

You nod, not really having anything to say.

“Can I kiss you?” you finally utter, liquid courage taking over as Ellie thumbs your soft hips from where you sit so closely. She gives you a soft ‘yeah’, pulling you onto her lap. You begin by littering feathery pecks along her jaw, her sensitivity earlier when you touched her chest beginning to make sense when goosebumps begin to arise along her pale skin, her nipples hardening as the hair on her neck stands before kissing her deeply.

You two kiss slowly for a while, finding some rhythm as it slowly turns into something else. You gently gasp when Ellie rocks your hips onto her thigh, making you detach from her mouth and straddle it the way she wants you to. The rough texture against her jeans on your soft shorts makes you huff a bit, face burning up as you grip her shoulders.

“You’re my sweet girl, you can do it.” She murmurs lowly, watching you grind all over her, your slick slowly starting to seep onto her denim pants— all like she wanted. You nod, frustrated to the brim of tears when you can’t seem to fuck yourself on her thigh well. Ellie pushes you down, caging your legs in between her hips as she tilts her head back down, "Seems like you're not the only sweet girl wanting my attention.." She smiles as you moan, the heel of her palm placed directly on your touch-starved mound, giving it just enough pressure and angling to make you whine out a small 'Ellie..'

She gives you finally what you want, sliding your shorts to the side and sighs when she sees just what a mess has been waiting for her.

No underwear?

You attempt to leverage yourself by sitting up on your elbows but Ellie pushes you down, hiking your hips up even more with a singular grasp of your shins as she kisses directly on your puffy pussy, your messy sap smearing all over her lips before giving you a grin,

Oh, you'd pay her what she was worth alright. Maybe returning Joel's checkbook can wait after this.

[All credits to the owner of the picture above!! i got it from popipa on pinterest]

#tlou 2 #Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x f!reader #wlw #tlou 2 smut #sapphic #ellie williams blurbs #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams smut #the last of us hbo #the last of us game

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suzukiblu · 3 months ago

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Day fourteen of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. tw: mentions of past grooming/abuse prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think your life might be a little bit insane,” Tim says, now increasingly certain that Kon is just a living weirdness magnet and it is therefore his fault that every single Young Justice mission so far has been objectively buck-wild and borderline deranged. Previously he was just blaming the concentration of teenage superheroes with very different power sources and specialties and personalities all stubbornly jammed into one even more stubborn team, but “previously” did not include all the necessary data or any stories about gargoyle-riding supermodels possessed by dead gunslingers.

Tim has heard some stories in the community, for sure, but that is a story.

“I mean, Hex and Grokk aren’t that weird, are they?” Kon asks with a shrug. “Not any weirder than the Event Horizon was, anyway.”

“The what?” Tim asks, because Kon definitely said that like it was something’s name and not a metaphor for something or an actual event horizon.

“Oh, sorry, the Event Horizon was this club I used to hit up with some buds,” Kon says as he snags three more grilled cheese(s?) off the stack and stacks them to bite through all three at once like some kind of unholy and incredibly greasy and buttery club sandwich or something. Tim is somehow morbidly fascinated, vaguely grossed out, and sort of charmed all at once. “It was always moving, was the thing, so there was this handstamp thing we all had that we used to teleport over whenever we wanted to party. Neverending space rave, basically, so you didn’t have to worry about hours or last call or anything. Club kinda got obliterated, though, so I actually dunno know if the teleport trick still works or where it’d send me if I tried usin’ it now?”

It is definitely Kon’s fault that Mxyzptlk happened to them, Tim decides.

“Oh, cool,” he says, and because after tonight he officially does not trust anyone who Kon has spent time with in a party environment, much less at an intergalactic rave–“Do you still hang out with them? Anybody I’d have heard of?”

“Uh, not really. And . . . I don’t think so?” Kon shrugs. “Sparx, maybe you mighta. Otherwise it was Aura, Kaliber, Hero, and, uh–Half-Life. Also Hero’s dog was kinda around. Or maybe Hero was, like, Rex’s . . . uh, pet, or whatever? Or they were just roommates? Situation unclear there, honestly.”

“How is that an unclear situation?” Tim asks with a frown, a little confused by that one. That’s not–

“Rex was, like, this super-soldier war hero mystic type, and like, he could talk and whatever, so I don’t really get what was going on there,” Kon clarifies between bites of grilled cheese, which clarifies absolutely nothing. “I guess he was a WWII vet, but he drank from the Fountain of Youth or something? Also went to the moon once and used to be in the circus. Super-weird dude. Or dog, whichever.”

. . . . . . it is definitely, definitely Kon’s fault that Mxyzptlk happened to them, Tim amends.

“Never mind, I get it now,” he says, and Kon laughs, and then–hesitates, for a moment, and suddenly seems very interested in the last couple bites of his unholy abomination of a grilled cheese stack.

“Hero was cool,” he says, his tone a little–off. Tim pauses himself, and wonders why. And also wonders if this “Hero” guy is actually somebody he needs to put on his supervillain hit list, considering.

“Was that seriously his codename?” he asks, and Kon grins.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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takusan-no-ai · 3 months ago

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Abysmal Curse

PAIRING: Jean/Ganyu/Kokomi x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Their boyfriend, (Y/N), is an outcast because of a “curse”.

You were a normal young boy, having a good childhood. One day your friends invited you to play hide and seek. But it lead to you adventuring farther out, where it wasn’t safe.

You came into contact with the abyss and ever since then have been cursed. It was a pretty flower, yet it corroded your hands into something deadly.

Not knowing what happened you ran for your parents. They were at the fountain in Mondstadt. You grabbed your mother’s hand and she died in an instant, her entire body rotting before your eyes.

Since then you were given gloves out of curtesy, but ostracized from society. Your father, friends, everyone abandoned you; the only person who didn’t was Jean.

Everyone called you a curse. A misfortune that will one day destroy Mondstadt. But Jean didn’t believe any of it. She listened to your story and sympathized, wanting to heal your trauma.

She didn’t care for the dirty looks she got, and even convinced her sister Barbara to “cleanse” you at the church so you’d be accepted somewhere; better than living in the cold forest.

Life isn’t easy, and yet Jean will always be there to make everyday a little better. She promises one day the world will accept her boyfriend; perhaps making you a knight should be the first step?

A disgraced being corrupted by the abyss, your existence has been tantamount to a bad joke. There wasn’t a good thing about you; a man who was born immortal thanks to Rex Lapis, but because of the Abyss, slowly kills all life surrounding him the worst his mood gets.

Being young, you weren’t aware of such a curse. Until at Liyue Harbor you got into a fight with another kid and threw a tantrum. The whole block was sick for weeks and BuBu Pharmacy was running low on supplies.

But that kid died. Then some elderly. And eventually your one tantrum killed ten people. As much as it saddened Rex Lapis, your existence proved to be dangerous, and so he banished you. But you agreed with his judgment.

You sheltered yourself far away from society in Liyue, where no one’s life would be at risk because of your tantrums. Your constant switching moods didn’t help, and soon your sanctuary became a wasteland.

You’d think it would scare off others, but Ganyu wasn’t always the most normal person in society. She’d heard of your life from Cloud Retainer, and although different, it reminded her of Shenhe.

She couldn’t help herself and started to care for your wellbeing. Comforting you when life was tough, helping you find ways to control your emotions, and loving you. It was a shock for her, but she quickly embraced the love she had for you.

Ganyu really wants society to accept you but she knows just how impossible that will be. Instead she introduces you to Xiao, saying you can help him eradicate evil from the shadows. It’ll take a long time for you to be accepted, so she hopes the legends of you can bring some light to your goodness.

When you were a young boy Miko found you outside her shrine. Immediately she recognized you as a yokai: Zashiki-Warashi. A creature that visits homes and can bring good fortune, but leaves horrid misfortune when it leaves the home.

Miko took care of you over the years; she made sure you were never allowed into a home for your own safety. However news of a good fortune yokai spread in Inazuma thanks to some eavesdropping kids, and soon you were captured. Brought over all across Inazuma, misfortune following every house you went.

You finally found refuge in Watatsumi Island. There the abductors were arrested and dealt with swiftly by General Gorou, who later introduced you to Kokomi. They tried to convince you to live in a proper house, but you constantly denied.

Eventually you had to tell them you were a zashiki-warashi, and that if you ever left your house a great misfortune would consume Watatsumi Island. Naturally, this lead to many of the residents wanting you gone. Throwing stones at you, shouting vulgarities, just the tip of the iceberg.

However Kokomi wasn’t pleased with that decision. Sure, your existence may be potentially dangerous, but you didn’t choose to be. So she arranged for you to “live” at her special place, where she reads books on military strategies.

It was there that a bond formed deeper than either of you expected. She loved to unwind with you, your playful spirit being a nice distraction from work. Kokomi even absentmindedly writes about you in her diary; he’s so cute this, handsome that, strong, sweet, smart, ect.

You found it and asked Kokomi if this was her bizarre way of giving you a love confession, to which she promptly snatched the book and “died” of embarrassment. She died even more when you agreed to being her boyfriend.

- Fin

#genshin impact x reader #headcanon #male reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #jean gunnhildr #ganyu x reader #ganyu #kokomi sangonomiya x reader #kokomi sangonomiya

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the-witchhunter · 2 years ago

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DP x DC: No Time for Monkey Business

Danny’s family is gone. His parents, Jazz...

Danny had come home to Fenton works only to find the place tossed and ransacked, the portal broken, and his family missing. Danny doesn’t know who to trust, but he needs to find his family and whoever took them. He can’t do it on his own though, He needs help. He needs a detective, and who better to help then the greatest detective in the world...

Bobo T. Chimpanzee aka Detective Chimp

For those of you unfamiliar with Detective Chimp, he is canonically the best detective in the world, better than Batman who is merely the best human detective. His skills include being able to speak to any living creature, eternal youth, hyperintelligence, incredible deductive skills, occult knowledge, and alcoholism

okay, the alcoholism isn’t a skill bit it’s wild he’s an alcoholic in canon. His entire lore is frankly wild, including Rex the Wonder Dog and the fountain of youth plus a court case that examined the implications of him being an animal owning his own business and making contracts. The ape has been in a surprising amount of team ups, from Batman, to the Shadowpact, and is in the regular rotation of Justice League Dark

He owns a magic sword called the Sword of Night, and is sassy with a sort of dry humor. Honestly kind of similar to constantine in some ways.

And Danny should play the Watson to his Sherlock.

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #Danny Phantom #detective chimp #the 'T' in bobo t chimpanzee stands for 'the'#not a joke #frankly it's a disservice that there aren't any team ups between him and danny yet #i said danny should be the watson to his sherlock #but lets face it it would end up being a bit more 'great mouse detective'#but seriously the lore is kind of wild for this guy #not fanart #he legit looks like if sherlock holms was an ape #Granted with the purpleback gorilla thing Bobo wouldn't be the first ape danny has worked with #also ignore the fact I used monkey in the title it was the best i could come up with #my insomnia is kicking my butt

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questforgalas · 2 years ago

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Random clone and padawan headcanons

I will die on the hill that every padawan was extremely connected to/close with their clone battalion

Certain clones have closer bonds, but every clone trooper saw anywhere from a child to barely teenager standing in front of them on their Venator and went “protective instincts initiated”

Ahsoka and the 501st are the closest only because Anakin encouraged they interact with the men as if they were troopers and not their commanding officers whenever not in a professional setting (think missions camps, off duty, in transit to missions). This helped Ahsoka acclimate because it reminded her of the crèche days and the bond she formed with her crèche mates

With that said, Rex was fondest of Ahsoka (big bro mode activated double time when he saw a child standing in front of him) but she and Fives together were his biggest headache

Cal was a babay when the war started so the 13th battalion, yes respected him as their commander, but their relationship was much more "little bro surrounded by 100s of big bros" (with how young Cal was, I firmly believe he rarely saw the field)

Cal loved to watch the clones train, and once and awhile they'd let him join in on their sparring. Due to the fact he was maybe 100lbs wet, they'd go easy on him, but it was the highlight of Cal's day

Caleb/Kanan wanted to be the cool commander so badly. Like so so so so badly. During down time, you'd find him in the mess hall with a group of clones around him while he told what he thought were his coolest stories or about all the cool things he's done on Coruscant (Depa Billaba would never admit it, but she enjoyed coming to the mess during these times and oh so casually correcting an over-embellishment of Caleb's like oh interesting she doesn't remember him pulling off a double flip she remembers him face planting in the temple fountains, but maybe that was another time. Caleb gives her the "mom stop embarrassing me in front of my friends" look and she laughs to herself as she walks away)

To help pass the time while Jaro was leading a campaign on the ground and Cal was on the Venator, Cal and the clones not involved in the battle would play a version of hide-and-seek. One time Jaro came back from the battle to a bunch of sheepish clones admitting they had no idea where his padawan was after they'd been seeking for him for over an hour. That's when they learned Cal can fit into spaces previously thought only a mouse could access

Ahsoka was a very curious teenager who loved to learn. Much to Rex's chagrin. After Christophsis, back on the Resolute on their way back to Coruscant which was a day or so journey, Ahsoka followed Rex around asking a million questions about life on Kamino, their training, what it was like growing up surrounded by the same face, who his favorite trooper was, who his favorite Jedi was, what his least favorite part of the ship was, etc.

#star wars #the clone wars #jedi padawan #ahsoka tano #cal kestis #caleb dume #kanan jarrus #captain rex #13th battalion #arc trooper fives

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dcdreamblog · 3 months ago

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I don’t know if he was ever an official part of the justice society but don’t have any knowledge on that chimp who worked as a private eye?

Sure. I mean he's in the phone book. He's way too young to be a JSA member, and he's not REALLY a superhero in the strictest sense but his life story is really public knowledge so just reading off his site...

(Official Headshot of Detective Chimp, on his website at www.chimpanzeeinvestigations.com)

He was born somewhere in Equatorial Africa in the early 1950s, taken in by Hollywood animal trainer Fred Thorpe after the death of his troupe to poachers. Named Bobo, he was trained as a circus act, dressed up like Sherlock Holmes and using a variety of hand signals between himself and Thorpe to "deduce" various things about his audience.

For example, his most famous trick would be Bobo turning his back as Thorpe passed a treat to a member of the audience to hide. Using hand signals, Thorpe was able to tell Bobo which stand, row and seat the volunteer was sitting in. Bobo seemed happy and was very close to Thorpe, living with him on his Florida home.

When Thorpe was killed by a corrupt local sheriff however, Bobo manifested astonishing intelligence even for a chimpanzee. Leading the detective on the case to the clues that eventually would solve the murder.

Becoming a "mascot" of the local police department his life would change when he crossed paths with Rex the Wonder Dog (ask your parents). The animal pair discovered a mystical fountain deep in the Florida swamps and, drinking from it, both gained human intellect, slowed aging (Bobo is currently 71 which is less absurd for a Chimp than most animals but still) and the ability to communicate with any animal in its own language. (Making him not only a talking chimpanzee, but a POLYGLOT talking chimpanzee)

After a short stint of government work he opened his own detective agency in his native Florida which he operates to this day alongside membership in the mystical team called Shadowpact. I'm told his rates are very fair and he has 5/5 stars on basically any site you check. So...if you live in Florida and need a PI...

#dc #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #superhero #comics #tw unreality #unreality #unreality blog #ask game #ask blog #asks open #please interact #detective chimp #bobo t chimpanzee

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bambeptin · 7 months ago

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generator rex doodles - meta evo wk's main build, bodyswap wk-rex, and some fountain pen stuff

#generator rex #white knight #rex salazar #white knight generator rex #professor paradox #I GUESS he's in there #bodyswap au #ben 10 #bamboo draws #metawk

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kayberrie · 8 months ago

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Clone wars characters at a fancy party:

Anakin: Dances with Padme the entire time, has no sense of subtly. Nearly punches another senator in the face for disrespecting her. Encourages Rex to 'go get the girls'.

Ahsoka: Is literally gorgeous in whatever she's wearing. Takes a sip of wine and immediately regrets it. Hangs around her masters and brothers the whole time. Tries to bite the senator who dissed her bestie.

Obi wan: Shows up in a tuxedo and a limouse, dressed to the nines. Heads straight for the wine. Stops his two chaos gremlins padawans from attacking a senator.

Rex: Tries to avoid dancing. Gets roped into dancing with Ahsoka. Drank seven cups of coffee right before but is still tired. Internally laughs as his commander and general try to attack a senator.

Fives: Is late because he saw a really cute loth cat and had to stop and pet it. Falls into the fountain, needs Echo to help him out. Eats all the horderves.

Echo: Literally only showed up because he didn't trust Fives. Falls asleep during the boring parts. Tries to dance with Rex but gets rejected. Recorded Fives falling into the fountain to use as blackmail

BONUS

Yoda: Wearing a mini tuxedo and bringing a cooler full of frogs to snack on because nobody else did.

#honestly if all of these idiots are in one place for more than five minutes #there's no way that place isn't on fire #my thoughts #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #master yoda #501st battalion #501st legion #disaster lineage #star wars #tcw

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potterandpromises · 3 months ago

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OMITB 4x10 liveblog. Who lives? Who dies? Did Marshall / Rex act alone? Will Theo show up in the background for seven seconds? Does it all have anything to do with who poisoned Winnie? These are the questions.

I love seeing the Brazzos reboot again ikjuiknbgh

They're getting smarter, seeing the patterns

Okay so it's not going to be Loretta

I don't know how they're going to do what they need to do in 35 minutes

Ooooh I'm remembering someone said something about someone walking on the ledges of the Arconia in an interview

"All he does is let in murderers." Is there a REASON for that line?

Love the crazy television logic. 'Gotta move to New Zealand the day after tomorrow. It's in my contract all of a sudden.' ijhfcgyhujk

I love the touching ledge shenanigans and I love the Westies

THE MULTITOOL

"Sazz was kind to everyone." I like the flip with that all and all the other victims being assholes

I really like the cinematography with Marshall / Rex explaining Sazz' killing

Oh god, is he the next victim? I'd prefer not watch a season about him tbh

Oh never mind. Hi Jan!

Love that no one thought to check the secret passageways

Interesting that Jan is Charles' long term love interest

"We're endgame" lol

Oh Oliver, they don't always die, sometimes they just get catastrophically injured (the 12 mermen)

I feel so much more stress looking towards the last eight minutes of this show then to all the stuff with the guns and the ledges

That's sweat. Though I don't know when Will and Loretta and Dickie would have had a chance to meet in the first place

Ooooh so it is Nicky the Neck

She killed him. Investigation over.

It's obvious they added Oliver's line in post lol

Annnnd the fountain is spitting blood

I knew there was something to my suspicions of Lester as the next victim

And the person on Reddit who figured out the next victim would be in the fountain based on the soundtrack is so clever

#omitb spoilers #only murders in the building spoilers #omitb s4 #only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #charles-haden savage #sazz pataki #nicky caccimello #sophie caccimello #marshall p. pope #jan bellows #loretta durkin #vince fish #rudy thurber #lester omitb

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starkdirewolflove · 3 months ago

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OMITB

Wow, loved the finale. Marshall was the worst killer, by that I mean he was a scumbag, greedy sociopath and I love that Jan took him out at the perfect time as revenge for Sazz and saved the trio in the process.

Charles working out how Marshall/Rex got across the courtyard so quickly without being seen was brilliant and using the ledge to get to Mabel while facing his fear of heights and Oliver joining him cos they’re ride or die for each other was awesome and shows how far they’ve all come since season 1.

The Lady Longoria really became a scene stealer just like Eva herself (Mabel went from “keep that thing away from me,” to “that’s the vibrator setting.” lol). There’s at least four settings that can kill you and it shot four nails across the room, wouldn’t want to mix those up.

Everything really came together: the Westies doing the Ding Dong to distract the killer so the guys could rescue Mabel, the killer’s summation and subsequent execution by the OG killer Jan, Sazz’s original script being used for the movie and the return of Dickie, Will and Winnie for the wedding.

Oliver freaking out that Loretta would get killed at the wedding was a bit of a red herring but I’m glad they got their happy ending and are gonna make a long distance marriage work. Bringing Lester back after he’s barely been in the show all season was the first clue to the next victim and then the mention of the fountain in the courtyard ended up being significant.

Next seasons mystery has definitely got lots to do with the mafia, Nicky the Neck, his wife and Lester’s life before he became the doorman of the Arconia. I remember he used to be and actor before he got the job there but was he involved with the mob? Sofia said her husband’s disappearance had everything to do with the Arconia so did she kill/have Lester killed just to get the trio to investigate for her? Was Lester in the Witness Protection Program and his past caught up with him?

Can’t wait to find out what happens next season.

#only murders in the building #omitb spoilers #charles haden savage #oliver putnam #mabel mora #loretta durkin #sazz pataki #jan bellows

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shyloudpanda · 3 months ago

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ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING SPOILERS!

That was a trip! Marshall/Rex is a terrible person and I'm glad Charles got closure. Fucking Jan for the win though, right!! Wild!

Poor Lester. That hurt more than expected seeing him in the fountain.

OMG the wedding!! I got teary, both sons waked her down the aisle!! WINNIE!! Charles and Mabel walked him down the aisle!! John Hoffman officiated!!

Oliver was hot, all happy like and wearing that soft lavender. UGH! Why was he taller than her? LOL My mom was sad because Loretta was leaving right away. She'll be back, or he'll go there. They'll be together again.

Next season is gonna be wild.

#only murders in the building #omitb spoilers

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isaut · 11 months ago

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𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊— f!reader x captain rex. 1.3k. ao3

rex shows up on your doorstep (as he does) unannounced (as he must). he joins in your festivities and partakes in some of his own (making out). mdni

your apartment building is old. it overlooks a courtyard with an always dry fountain. your door doesn't have a keypad to unlock it, instead it takes a heavy metal key forged generations ago. according to your landlord, it doesn't need a keypad. there's a keypad at the courtyard gate, after all.

it's been a busy day, with people constantly filtering into your apartment. the first sunday of every month was a dinner party, filled with tapas and drink pairings. music fills the few silent paces.

when the doorbell rings, you excuse yourself from the conversation on your balcony. you pass by groups of your friends, scattered throughout the apartment, to reach the door. you didn't think anyone else was coming, perhaps it was your neighbors asking you to keep it down.

peering through the peep hole in the door, the fishbowl lens reveals a sight better than any guest. well, it's your favorite guest. and while he's unexpected, he's the last thing from uninvited. he's dressed in his down clothes, tight fitting black top and athletic pants. in his arms is a bouquet of warm colored flowers that simply spill out of the brown wrappings.

you throw the door open.

"rex," you say, smile widening across your face. "what are you doing here?"

"got the evening off. figured i'd swing by to say hi. if you'll have me." you don't miss the bob of his adam's apple.

your arm is already winding around his neck, getting closer to him while mindful of the bouquet. "i'm so happy to see you, you are always welcome to come by."

"that's good. that's good."

standing on your toes, you lean up and press a kiss to his lips. it catches him off guard, leaving his eyes slightly widened. the effect only lasts a moment.

"i'm having a party," you tell him. "but i can tell everyone to go home."

"no, no. i can handle a party," rex says, though he doesn't know if he completely believes the words as they leave his lips.

"glad you came dressed for the occasion," you grin, sliding your finger under the collar of his shirt for just a moment. last time he'd visited, he'd been in full armor.

you step back into the threshold of your apartment, taking the flowers from rex and holding the door open for him. "oh," you say, "they know about you."

rex's eyes flash over at you, worry crossing his defined features.

"relax," you ease, hand resting on his bicep. "they don't know about you."

he relaxes. lets his shoes join the collection by the door.

he's introduced to at least five people on the way to the kitchen to get him a drink. each name he files away in his memory.

"just take it easy," you tell him, popping the cap off an iced beer. "and if you get too overwhelmed, let me know."

being overwhelmed was trained out of him years ago. either way, he likes you and your friends can't be too much different. either way, he gets to watch you so in your element. hair piled atop your head with a few tendrils slipping out. it's a far cry from the regal styles he's familiar with.

he's into it. he's into the way your dress is open down your back, the way you look over to him every few seconds and flash him the biggest grin. he's into the way you drape his arm over your shoulders, fingers interlocked with his. he's into you.

you smell spicier than the last time he saw you. he must get too obvious as he lowers his head to take a better inhale of your perfume, because one of your hands come sup to caress the side of his face. turning your head, your notes almost touch.

attention is on one of your friends, who is regaling her audience with a story of her love life. easily, the two of you slip out to your bedroom. the door clicks shut behind you. you set your glass on your dresser, beside last night's wine glass. rex's drink follows suit.

"i miss you a lot when you're gone," you say, arms wrapping around rex's neck. he can still hear the party from the other side of the door. his arms wind around your waist.

"i miss you too," rex replies. his words don't do his emotions justice, but he's never been much of a wordsmith. he'll leave the words to you.

your nails scratch through his buzzcut, right at the nape of his neck. his breath mingles with yours, his eyes unable to focus on one spot on your face. your gaze is steady, dragging up from his lips, over his nose, to his eyes.

"kiss me," you whisper.

rex is good at doing what he's told. he leans down, capturing your lips in his own. you press your front up against his chest, pulling him close. his lips slide against yours, dutiful with each movement. it's your duty to guide him along, coax him out of his shell. your tongue slides alongside his.

with a few steps, your back is against the door and his thigh pressed between your legs. you lean against it, letting your hands slide up under his shirt. your nails graze over the skin, drawing gooseflesh with each pass.

you could kiss him forever. he's intoxicating, with each breath he's flooding your senses.

normally, you're the one to break the kiss to lavish his jaw and neck with attention. this time, its rex, who ducks his head to leave an open mouthed kiss against the hinge of your jaw. his hand cups your cheek as you tilt to give him access, cradling you as if you're made of porcelain. the callouses of his fingers feel rich against the softness of your skin.

you bring a hand to hold onto the back of his neck, keeping him close. he's all long swipes, gentle presses. his tongue presses against your skin, followed by lips, followed by his thigh. your dress rides up to make space for the man.

a breathy sigh leaves your lips, and you know you're done for. you know there's a mark growing underneath rex's adoration, but you don't let it both you. instead, your lashes flutter and you tilt your head more, urging him to continue his pathway down your body.

his hands remain firmly on your hips. you slide your hands over his, guiding them down your body to your thighs. you squeeze, and he squeezes in turn.

the strap of your dress slides off your shoulder. rex's lips chase the newly revealed skin. you caress the back of his head, core throbbing as he sucks over the soft flesh of your breast.

"you're doing so good," you breathe, chest heaving. a broken, embarrassed, coaxed out little whine leaves the back of rex's throat at the praise. you roll your shoulders back, and the other strap of your dress slides down like her sister. only your inhales are keeping you decent. "such a good boy."

you exhale. your dress slips down further. rex is fully stooping, eagerly swirling his tongue around your nipple. your hand slides over his back, nails raking over the clinging fabric.

lips flushed, rex rises from his handiwork. there's an array of little blossoms on your skin, leading from your jaw to your breast. one of rex's large hands rises to cup the side of your breast, thumb swiping over your wet nipple. his chest rises and falls just as much as yours.

the compliment you're about to give him is whisked off your lips by the door being knocked on behind you. one of your friends calls through the thick oak, something about bathrooms.

you slide your dress back up your shoulders. rex's face falls, and you place your hand under his chin, pouting back at him. instead of a compliment, a promise rolls off your tongue instead: "i'll tell everyone to go home."

#captain rex x reader #there's something longer coming i promise #i can't separate this man from salsa music btw #its my first time with him pls be kind <3 #im obsessed with his adams apple and his chapped lips theyve bewitched me #by ophelia #library

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