#the only time you’re important as the side is when they’re gearing up for your season

[cr-nack]

Bridgerton fans keep Rege-Jean Page out your mouth and move on challenge

[disneyprincemuke]

mrs all american * fem!driver

who is that guy in the andretti racing garage?

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver

notes: if u think u've read this before, u probably have but like,,,,,,,,,,,,, i rewrote the entire thing to fit the new vibe so hey lol

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“there she is,” oscar mutters, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. “we’ve been looking for you all weekend. you’re barely around.”

the girl in her team gear, stops immediately with wide eyes and turns to her friends. “what? oh, hi.”

logan furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head. “where have you been? you’ve been so unreachable since you arrived in vegas. is everything okay?”

she tilts her head, looking curiously between her two best friends. “what do you mean? i’ve been here all weekend. maybe you guys just haven’t done enough to find me.”

she knows exactly what they’re talking about. the entire weekend, she’s been camping out in her driver’s room avoiding everyone else. for good reason: her boyfriend’s finally had the time to come out and watch a race.

not only that, she’s finally decided to just rip the bandaid off and introduce him to everyone with his consent, of course. she’d been hiding him from everyone, afraid that they might scare him off too quick with their antics and borderline insane behaviour.

logan throws his head back. “you’re being kinda weird. is somebody threatening you with something again?”

“you’re being weird,” she mutters, looking towards the andretti racing home. “i’ve just been really busy this weekend. lots of stuff for me to do and go over with sebastian.”

oscar hums, tapping a finger on his lip. “but i’ve seen liam more than you.”

“it’s just sebastian and i. racing strategies and whatnot and telling me what else i need to fix with my driving,” she shrugs. it should really be concerning that lying to them has become a common occurrence lately and it’s slowly becoming easier. but it should also be concerning that they hadn’t noticed up until this weekend the increased secrecy from her side.

though, it shouldn’t be all that shocking that they’re starting to know less and less about one another’s lives. logan has moved out, after all.

“you’re sure you’re alright?” oscar tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “are we still going out tonight?”

“yeah, of course!” she nods a little too eagerly that she doesn’t notice logan and oscar exchange a look. “i was just busy leading up to the race. i swear i’m fine, guys.”

oscar hums. “alright. we’ll see you later for the parade.”

she takes a step back at the group of older drivers gathered outside her racing home. “what are you guys doing here?”

“p wouldn’t stop saying something about seeing a guy she’s seen on the tv in your garage earlier when she passed it,” max mutters without turning his head to look at her, just continues to crane his neck to try and make out the faces through the windows looking into the hospitality.

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “what?”

“yeah, she told me too,” lando says, mirroring max’s actions. he tilts his head before turning around. he stands a little straighter and points at her. “we asked liam and he didn’t know who the andretti guest is. you don’t know anything about that, do you?”

she chews on the inside of her cheek. “i don’t recall having a big name guest in our side of the paddocks today.”

“really?” max turns, furrowing his eyebrows. “at all? don’t you usually know stuff?”

she shrugs and starts to walk towards the stairs leading to the main doors. “not this weekend, no. i’ve been pretty busy with my own stuff.”

lando hums and rests his hands on his hips, following her towards the door. “really? you’re not lying to us? this is important to p — you love her. just tell us who it is.”

she holds her hands in the air and laughs, turning around right before she walks in. “i’ve literally got no idea who they decided to bring in. you might have better luck with seb.”

max shakes his head, lips pursed in frustration. “we already tried asking him earlier. he doesn’t seem to know who the guest is either… how is it possible that none of you know?”

“i haven’t really paid much attention, really,” she lies with another shrug before turning on her heel. “i’ll see you guys later. save me a spot with you guys on the wee truck, okay?”

“open the door!”

she flinches from her spot on the beanbag, jumping off as she looks at the man previously cozied up with her. “that’s my teammate,” she whispers at him. “what do i do?”

matt throws his hands in the air. “why are you asking me that? like you said — it’s your teammate.”

“i have to open the door. what am i going to do?”

“well, you invited me so i could meet your friends. what’s the harm in meeting liam before the race?”

she contemplates for a second, looking up at the ceiling momentarily. “you don’t know these twats like i do, if i tell them about you now, i’ll never hear the end of it.”

he hums, scrunching his nose. “so what do you wanna do now? he’s at the door.”

“open the door, mate!” liam’s voice comes from the other side, the door rattling slightly as he knocks again. “i know you’re inside.”

“give me a fucking minute!” she screams, hurling a packet of maltesers next to her on the ground towards the door. “be patient!” she looks back at matt. “i need you to hide behind the door for now. i promise you’ll get to meet my insane teammate and friends after the race. just not now.”

he laughs, letting her pull him up from the beanbag, dragging him behind the door would wind up after she opens it. “okay, well be careful not to give too much away.”

she opens the door and fixes her hair, sighing exasperatedly. “what do you want?”

“seb said he’s been texting you to come down. they want to have one last team meeting before the driver’s parade,” liam rambles. “and what took you so long to answer the door?”

she blinks blankly at him, trying to take her brain for a believable lie. “i was finding my clothes.”

“clothes… what would… what?”

she hums, nodding. “i was naked. sorry.”

liam throws his head back with a groan. “okay, i’m sorry i bothered asking.” he turns around and takes a step towards the stairs, “seb wants you downstairs as soon as possible. i’ll see you in a bit.”

she closes the door when liam takes a step on the stairs, turning to her side and sighing heavily. she hunches over and shakes her head. “i literally hate all of them.”

“don’t be like that,” he laughs, pinching her cheek gently. “i’ll see you later, okay? before your race starts?”

she grins. “okay. blythe should be here any minute with ylona and lily then you guys can go explore the circuit again while i’m busy.” he nods, leaning down with puckered lips. she gets on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his before opening the door again. “see ya.”

“are you hiding someone from me?” the girl, who’s just walked into the pitlane to head to the grid for the driver’s parade takes a step back with a clueless blink. “max keeps pestering me about the guest for tonight. something about p recognising the guy?”

she shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. “why do you just assume i always know more than you?”

liam shrugs as well, frowning. “i don’t know. everyone’s just always asking about our guest today,” liam says with a frown.

realistically, she feels bad lying straight through her teeth to everyone. but she doesn’t need anyone messing with her when the truth happens to come out before the race starts. it’s just not something she thinks she needs.

besides, everybody will find out after the race. she will just explain herself then.

“i’ve got no idea what’s going on with our garage today,” she takes a sip from her pepsi, blinking at liam innocently. “guess we’ll find out later?”

“find what out?” oscar tilts his head as they come to a stop right by him and lando, waiting for the truck to start their lap around the track.

“why max and lando keep lingering outside our racing home today,” liam frowns. “i’m not the centre of attention and it’s simply absurd.”

lando sighs, shaking his head. “i know. i was at your side of the paddocks more than i’ve been at my own.”

she shrugs with a small grin. “someone kinda famous, i guess. according to p, at least.”

“it’s not jacob elordi again, is it?” carlos pokes his head between lando’s and hers, furrowing his eyebrows. he turns to her, met with an unamused stare and head tilt. he shrugs. “just curious. who knows if you’re seeing him again?”

she looks around their huddle, suddenly greeted by curious stares and raised eyebrows. she throws her arms in the air and shakes her head. “i’m not seeing jacob again! i haven’t seen him since the miami race last year! please let it go!”

alex narrows his eyes down with a small smirk. “you sound like you know something about andretti’s special guest.”

“you liar!” liam screams.

“i don’t!” she turns to liam with her arms in the air. she turns to alex and scowls. “why are you stirring drama? i don’t know anything about who andretti’s decided to give their stupid pass to this weekend, okay?”

alex hums, pressing his lips together. “that’s not what logan told me.”

“why would logan know anything about andretti’s guest this weekend? i’ve barely seen him.”

he shrugs, “i really thought that would break you.”

“nice try,” oscar sighs, shaking his head. “you really don’t know anything?”

she shakes her head. “i really don’t. now can we please talk about something else?”

liam had been walking out of his driver’s room, on his way down for the race start when he heard two voices coming from the room next to him. normally, it would have been okay, considering he knew blythe would be around tonight.

but it’s a man’s voice, which makes it all the more intriguing.

“don’t forget to watch the purple car — i’m in the andretti, okay? not the red bull, not the ferrari or the bright papaya that’s the mclaren,” he hears her say. “you’re here to watch me.”

liam furrows his eyebrows, stepping towards the door with light feet to minimise the sounds to reduce suspicion. he presses his ear against the door.

“i don’t even know what a ferrari is.”

he hears her laugh, followed by footsteps approaching the door. “i’ll see you later, malt. love you.”

the door clicks, prompting liam to hurl himself towards the stairs leading downstairs, stumbling and sliding down a couple of steps. liam pulls himself up with the railing, trying to ignore the way he can hear the confusion as the door closes.

“what are you doing?”

liam hops up to his feet, one of his foot sliding off at the edge of the steps. he coughs to cover it up and shakes his head. “i’m just super excited to be racing in vegas.”

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “are you sure? is something wrong?”

he shakes his head. “nope. nothing.”

perhaps she will break the news to him after the race? he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say that phrase to anyone, much less know anyone called ‘malt’. what even is that name? did somebody actually name their kid malt?

“you don’t have anything to ask me?” she bites down on her lip, trying to keep the laugh in.

truthfully, she had heard the door rattle a couple of times and assumed that liam was being nosey outside her driver’s room. she’s more surprised that her teammate is not probing her for a more defined answer other than a shrug.

“i guess,” liam shrugs dejectedly.

he just wants her to tell him instead of having to ask her outright.

“alright, mate,” she laughs, furrowing her eyebrows. “by the way, you’re coming for ice cream tonight, right? i’ve got someone i want you to meet.”

that’s another race she finishes on the podium, on the bottom step behind checo and max. it’s absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she’s got a special guest in her garage watching, the car was just good.

she knows that because liam’s finished directly behind her. she would have given him the podium if sebastian hadn’t insisted that there’s no driver swap necessary and that it would only be riskier to do so.

she climbs out of the car, eyes crinkled towards the team gathered behind the barriers for her. she tears all of her headgear off and immediately runs forward to where her team is gathered.

“amazing!” sebastian screams, arms wide open as she starts to approach them. “good job, kid!”

she screeches, hopping over to where they are with her fists in the air. “i did it! i literally love vegas! year after year, all vegas does is give me is bangers!”

she jumps into sebastian’s arms, cheering along with her team of mechanics with their arms wrapped around her as well. “yay! another podium for me!”

she pulls away and pushes her hair away from her face and sighs. she looks around the crowd. “where’s blythe and matt? did you not bring them over?”

sebastian grins with a shrug. “they’re in the back of the crowd — blythe said she wasn’t sure if you wanted to be seen with him right now so they’re lingering somewhere back there.”

she sighs and grabs sebastian’s shoulders, nodding. “could you get them here to the front?” from the corner of her eye, she sees liam approaching her. “i’ll get back to you.”

“hey, congrats!” liam cheers, throwing himself around her and holds her tightly against him. “i know you had somebody in your room earlier and i know damn well it wasn’t blythe.”

“i know. you rattled the door with all your moving,” she whispers her answer before bubbling into a laugh. she drops her head slightly as a blush slowly creeps up her cheeks. “i’m seeing somebody.”

“i also know that,” liam grins, a hand still on the small of her back. “do i get to meet him?”

“obviously. do you know how difficult it’s been to keep him out of everyone’s sight all day?” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “i promise you’ll get to meet him.”

“hey, rocky!” she whirls back towards the crowd and shrieks at the sight of her sister, then matt standing behind her. “congratulations on the podium, mate!”

“blythe! thank you!” she hops over once more, arms held out and immediately engulfed into a hug by her younger sister. “thank you so much for coming. i know you have a tournament in a couple of days.”

blythe shrugs, grinning cheekily at her. “well, you did pay for my flight… so anything for you.”

the young girl quickly takes whatever she can of a step back and gestures for matt to take a step forward. “hey, congrats! if i didn’t know any better, i’d have said you made it on the podium to make sure everyone knew i had such an amazing girlfriend.”

she rolls her eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. “shut up,” she snorts with an eye roll before she takes a step forward to pull him in for a hug. “thank you for coming and staying all weekend to watch my race.”

“obviously, how could i not take up the chance on your paddock passes?” he whispers in her ear, pulling away. he pinches her cheeks and pulls very lightly, leaning down to mush their lips together. “thanks again, by the way.”

she giggles, cheeks flushing as she tries to ignore the flashes rapidly going off around them. “how can i not?”

“oh.” liam walks up to them and leans on the railing, looking between them. “how rude — you’re not going to introduce your teammate at all to the man you’re kissing?”

she turns around. “i have an interview to do. i’ll introduce you guys later,” she scoffs, smiling apologetically at matt before shoving liam away. she looks back over her shoulder. “i’ll be with you later again i promise.”

she doesn’t notice the dutchman awaiting his interview, eyes wide and jaw dropped at what he had just witnessed happen towards the andretti side of the area. what a revelation.

“what do we have here?” she flinches as she opens the door, taken aback by the taller man — men — who stand in the porch of the racing home with arms over their chests. matt huffs when she walks right into his body, stumbling slightly and hands coming up to grab her shoulder firmly. “i saw you kissing a man after the race.”

she lifts an eyebrow. “okay? indeed i was.”

max tilts his head with a small grin, pushing her aside. the girl stumbles over her feet, matt nervously trying to steady her by reaching out to grab her arm. max holds his hand out. “i’m max. i can fight.”

“max!” she shrieks, pushing max’s arm away before it can be grabbed cordially. “what is wrong with you? that’s not how you introduce yourself!”

but as she’s preoccupied with max, to her horror, she’s turned back around and the other 3 have already surrounded the poor boy with furrowed eyebrows and questions spilling past their lips.

who are you, where do you live, what are your intentions with rocky, how long have you known her, who even are you? and this is exactly why she hesitated even bringing him to the race to watch her.

“hey, what are you doing? stop doing that!” she cries, running back around to try and shoo off alex, george and lando who have well invaded her boyfriend’s personal space. before she can take 3 steps away, max grabs her shoulder and yanks her back toward him to hold her in place. “you guys are embarrassing me! you’re worse than my siblings!”

“oh, you’ve met her siblings!” alex cheers for a moment before wiping the smile from his face. “so? what are they gonna do to protect you? they’re so much younger.”

“hey! those are my sisters and brother you’re talking about!”

“ah, you get what i mean,” alex waves her off, snorting softly. he returns his attention to the boy with a small amused grin. “so? you plan on answering our questions, mate? we’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

the brunette grins, green eyes piercing into their own. “i’m matt cornett. i’m an actor,” he points shyly at her, held hostage by max, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” lando screams incredulously, throwing his head back in disbelief. he turns to the girl and points at matt. “you found yourself a boyfriend? did you use our advice?”

she stares at them, blinking with a toothy and fearful grin. “why… would i use your shit advice?”

“why wouldn’t you?” alex furrows his eyebrows with a small scowl on his face. “you’re so bad at dating — how did you–”

“don’t you look a little familiar?” george starts softly, pointing at matt with squinted eyes. “have we met?”

“last year in vegas at the club when you dragged me out and i was the designated driver,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes. “we met out in the balcony while i tried to escape the horrors of the drunk people downstairs before logan came and pulled me out to go home.”

alex turns to her stiffly with a finger pointed at her. “we weren’t talking to you.”

she raises her eyebrows. “okay, sorry i tried speaking to you. i thought we were friends.”

“we’re getting to know him. we already know enough about you,” lando adds on, waving his hand in the air to dismiss her. “how long have you guys been dating?”

“5… almost 6 months?” matt blinks, smiling slightly to mask the fear he’s slightly feeling.

“ah,” alex nods. “where’d you go take her on a date? better be a nice place — that’s the princess of the grid you’re with. we protect her. i don’t care what her parents said to you.”

“it’s true. i almost beat somebody up in some alley last year for her,” max boasts with a proud smile and his chest puffed out. “even almost sued the crap out him. i would’ve ruined that man’s life if she asked me to.”

max feels the girl patting his shoulder. “not a flex, max… stop talking.”

“we went out to this really nice place in miami,” matt starts explaining softly, choosing his words carefully. “then we went out for ice cream afterwards.”

lando hums, pressing his lips together. he squints and takes a step forward closer to matt. “what’s her ice cream order?”

“rocky road ice cream with extra marshmallows.”

george shrugs. “if he knows that already, seems like we shouldn’t be here anymore,” george turns. “see you around, mate.”

a hand forcefully turns george back to face matt. “we’re not done yet, george. stay here.”

“oh, i didn’t know you were all already here!” oscar laughs, heads turning towards the bottom of the stairs leading up the andretti racing home. “heard you were kissing a boy after the race, mate. had to come and find out what that was all about.”

she sighs, throwing her head back. “yes, there’s even photographic evidence circulating the f1 gossip pages if you look deep enough,” she answers in a deep tone to mimic oscar, “it doesn’t take a genius.”

she gestures towards matt. “my boyfriend. his name is matt.”

oscar grins. “oh, hey. what’s up, mate?”

matt opens his mouth to greet oscar and introduce himself, only to find himself cut off by max speaking out.

“have you made her cry?” max asks with wide eyes. “because one tear is every punch i get to throw without you running off to the media crying about it.”

“max–“

“oh, hey matt!” lily greets sweetly, finding her spot next to oscar on the porch, tangling herself into oscar’s arms. “did you manage to grab dinner with mick and blythe earlier? sorry i had to run.”

silence hangs in the air as lily finishes her sentence, heads turning to her with suspense. she looks around and blinks. “what?”

“you knew about matt?” oscar mutters, staring down at her blankly. “you never told me?”

lily shrugs with a polite smile. “wasn’t my relationship to hardlaunch.”

oscar shrugs, “i guess.”

only then does liam arrive with logan and ylona in tow. logan tilts his head in curiousity at the crowd that’s formed, and at the fact that his girlfriend’s just slipped out of his arms to run up the steps.

“rocky! congrats on the podium tonight!” ylona squeaks, throwing her arms around the younger girl. then she turns around with a wide smile. “sorry i couldn’t join you and blythe for dinner. lily and i had to find a bar to book a table with tonight for after the race.”

“you knew rocky’s dating matt too?” oscar almost shouts, absolutely bewildering at the vital information that seemed to be kept from them.

“rocky’s dating–“ logan finally looks past the crowd and finds the man surrounded by lando, george and alex. “didn’t we meet before? you look familiar.”

the brunette nods. “a club here in vegas this time last year.”

“wait a second,” liam puts a finger over his lip, “didn’t i meet you in new york? i took a picture of you guys, didn’t i? with rocky’s polaroid.”

matt nods again, eyes dropping to avoid the stares. “yes. i have that picture in my wallet still.”

“wait,” logan shakes his head. “you’ve met more than once in clubs?”

“well, you guys kept pulling me away rudely so we didn’t like… exchange socials until we ran into each other again in miami after my race win,” she explains softly.

logan then realises. “ylona, you knew about rocky’s boyfriend and you didn’t tell me?”

ylona shrugs, giving the same answer as lily. “not my relationship to yap about.”

max huffs. “so? what now? we just have to accept the fact you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“yes?” she cries with her arms in the air. “you guys are being so weird right now!”

— bonus

“foul,” logan mutters, shaking his head disapprovingly. “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me she has a boyfriend. when it’s rocky and a potential boyfriend, you tell us.”

lily shakes her head, poking her head out to look over at ylona. “you don’t have to. they’re just protective.”

ylona nods, pressing her lips together. “well, we met matt, you see. he’s a decent guy — didn’t seem like you guys had to run any more background checks on him than we already did.”

“nice,” oscar giggles, high fiving lily.

he looks ahead at the group walking down the strip to get ice cream first before heading to the club, her arms wrapped around matt’s as they walked and chatted with george.

“well, she does look happy,” oscar mutters. “i was afraid she was gonna end up and old maid with 20 cats in her home.”

logan scoffs. “she’s gonna end up with 20 cats regardless.”

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Hide N' Seek

This sprouted up from a childhood habit that I did when I was feeling really bad. I feel like how terrifying the turtles could be to the reader isn't touched on enough. The turtles would actually scare the heck out of me if I'm being honest. This Raph also holds a place in my heart, Enjoy!! <33

Bayverse!Raph x Reader - Hurt/Comfort

Words: 2,506

Warnings: None

The day had seemed to go on forever and you were beyond grateful when the clock finally ticked to 5 pm. You rushed out of the office and after a thankfully uneventful commute home, you popped some leftovers into the microwave, with your leg now bouncing in anticipation of doing something. You mulled over your choices, using the dull hum of the microwave as white noise. 

There were plenty of things to occupy your time; New York had its fair share of things to do, along with your long list of neglected chores. But… it's been a while since you’ve seen Raph and the other turtles so chores could wait one more day. You hadn’t seen them in a while and it’d be good to break up the droning schedule of only going to and from work. Scarfing down a quick dinner and you were out of the house in minutes.��

The lair was… uncharacteristically quiet. 

Curious, you made your way further into the space to see if they had left a note about where they had gone. They left their fair share of notes, which had evolved into them putting a permanent bulletin board up in the kitchen. You all had decided to keep it updated when the turtles would be gone for an extended amount of time. Per Donnie’s advice, it wasn’t a good idea for the brothers to text that they were leaving the lair undefended. Texting could easily be hacked and well… that was that. Squinting at the board, sure enough, you see in Leo’s scrawling handwriting that they would be out for a few hours. 

You flopped down onto the couch and made yourself at home, dragging a blanket off of the back of the couch to fend off the chill of the lair. You go through the motions of playing on your phone, doodling, and looking at your phone again. The hours had begun to take a toll on you and your eyelids had grown heavy. You start to wonder if they’re even going to be back tonight. 

“You never listen!”

You sit up a little straighter, immediately recognizing Leo’s voice. 

“I never listen?!” Raph lets out an incredulous laugh. “How about you never listening to your team!” 

Cold dread spilled into your stomach, fingers gripping a little tighter onto your phone. You hated it when any of the brothers fought, but it always seemed to be worse with Leo and Raph. 

You sunk deeper into the couch as you heard them getting closer. You knew in your heart Raph meant well, but more often than not, his anger would get the better of him. These outbursts would make it impossible to have a productive conversation with him. Raph was working on controlling his temper in your relationship, but Leo obviously wasn't granted the same sympathy. 

 Glancing towards the entrance, you spot Donnie and Mikey coming in first. 

You gave them both a sympathetic look; you knew that they hated it when their brothers fought with each other. They both shot you a sympathetic look in return, knowing you would have to deal with Raph after his outburst. 

“I just- I can’t deal with this right now, I’ve got more important things to concern myself with.” “Yeah, sure, go concern yourself with something better than your own brother.” Raph huffs out, shrugging off some of his gear onto the kitchen table. 

You get off of the couch and warily make your way into the kitchen area.

“Raph, can we-” Your face must’ve given away your displeasure with the current situation because Raph immediately took it as something against him. “Oh, so you’re on his side too!”

“Why does it always have to be about picking sides?!”

“‘Cause it feels like nobody ever is on mine!”

“I am on your side!” You tell him empathetically. 

“Then fucking act like it!” He slams his hand into the kitchen counter, leaving a huge dent in the side of it. 

Your eyes flicker towards the counter, a painful reminder of how strong the mutants were compared to you. 

Usually, you found his strength endearing; using it to protect the ones he cared about, but now you were unfortunately on the other end, where he could very easily use that strength against you. 

You feel the tears start to sprout up in the corners of your eyes and you try in vain to swallow the painful lump in your throat. 

Crying would get you nowhere.

“You can’t just start hitting things and then think you won!” Your voice cracks, “Use your words!” 

He walks over to you, pushing into your space, and forces you to walk backward until your back hits the wall. 

Raph was taller than you by about a foot. You’ve always known that Raph was bigger than you, that was obvious enough, but he had never used his size to intimidate you like this. 

He lets out an animalistic growl before speaking. “My ability to hit fast and hit hard is what this team needs me for and I’ve solved plenty of problems before just by knocking ‘em out.”

He slams his hands into the wall about your head, the vibrations traveling down the wall into your body.

“I don’t need them, I don't need your bickering and I certainly don’t need you!”

You scrunch up your face in anger at his outburst. Tears are threatening to fall from your eyes and it takes all you have in you to not let them. 

He stands there for a moment, chest heaving in and out. You stare back up at him in anger. His eyes dart back and forth between yours before shoving himself off the wall with a grunt. Cracking his knuckles, he stalks away heading towards his room. 

As soon as he’s out of sight, you push yourself off the wall. A few tears escape from your eyes and you drag a haphazard hand across your face to brush them off. 

You let out a growl of frustration, mad at Raph and mad at yourself for crying. 

It was so fucking embarrassing. 

You storm over to the couch, snatching up your backpack; you had brought stuff over to spend the night and now you just felt stupid. You stuffed your blanket from the couch into your bag. You ripped your earbuds out of your bag, shoving them into your ears. 

The trip home was a blur. 

You caught the subway home, trying in vain not to look like you were just crying your eyes out. Once you finally make it to your apartment, you shove through your door, tossing your backpack to the ground.

You were still reeling after the fight with Raph. Fuck. Him. 

A sob escapes your throat and you dig the palms of your hand into your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears. 

You just needed somewhere to hide, you just felt too exposed out in the living room. Walking into your room, you head straight for the closet, shoving aside the hanging shirts and make a little alcove for yourself in the closet. Nudging the door shut with a foot, making everything go pitch black. 

The tears start flowing out of your eyes as your fight sinks into you fully. 

He doesn’t need me?

Choked breaths come in and out of you and you can’t seem to get enough air in. 

You sit there for an undetermined amount of time, letting the calmness of being alone sink into you. Your playlists play on a loop and there's comfort in the songs you know by heart. After a while, your tears have dried and there's an uncomfortable feeling in your throat but you’re too lazy to go soothe it with water so you sit there numbly, still pushed up against the closet wall. 

There’s a knock from outside; a dull echo on the glass window of your apartment. You take out one of your earbuds as you strain to listen, almost brushing it off as something you misheard from your song. The knock comes again and you’re certain it was coming from your balcony. The turtles often came over to your house and instead of risking being seen, they came in through your balcony. 

Though today, you weren’t in any mood to go up and let them in formally, wishing that they would get the message and go away. It’s not like you exactly looked very presentable after crying for two hours. 

“(Y/N)?” A gruff voice sounded from outside. 

Your heart started beating fast. 

It was Raph.

“(Y/N)? Let me in, I wanna talk.” 

God, why’d it have to be him? 

You were still mad at him and if you were being honest, a little afraid of him too. You shoved yourself farther into the closet, trying to be completely still. 

The balcony door slides open and his footsteps start to pad around the room. 

You keep silent as you listen to him walk around, trying to calm your racing heart. Raph walks to the kitchen and then to the living room.

He calls out your name again. “Where are you?” 

You hope he’ll just leave you in peace and let you come to him on your own terms, you didn’t exactly want him to find you hiding in the closet. The closet door creaks open. He peeks his head into the closet, his eyes glazing over the closet until he finds you. Raph looks at you for a moment and you quickly wipe away the tears still drying on your face. 

“Are you… hiding from me?” He breathes. 

Opening the door fully, he stands in the doorway. He’s so tall that his head grazes the top of the doorway. 

You look up at him with wide eyes, searching in his gaze for that anger you saw earlier today. You take time to find your voice. 

“No.” You lie. 

You can tell that he doesn’t believe it and guilt flashes across his face. 

“I deserve it, you know.” 

You immediately try to counteract his words, but he holds a hand up as he continues. 

“No, I do.”

You close your mouth. 

His eyes move down to the spot next to you and he gestures to it.

“Can I?” 

You silently nod up at him, still processing what you want to say to him. 

With some effort on his part, he slides next to you in the closet. He’s so much wider than you that he has to sit at an angle to be able to fit next to you. Raph groans with the effort of sitting down with his legs sitting outside the door of the closet. He keeps his eyes downcast on his hands wringing them together. 

“I-I’m sorry for how I reacted today,” His eyes flicker up to yours. “It wasn’t directed towards you, I just-” He takes a breath. “I get so angry sometimes and I get even angrier when I can acknowledge it’s over something so small. It snowballs into something worse.” 

“I know how that feels,” you whisper, “I get really angry too sometimes, for the stupidest of things,” You half-heartedly laugh. 

“Honestly, I need someone to keep me in check. It keeps me accountable and makes me think before I speak.” Your eyes flick up to him. “But I need someone who can get angry and acknowledge how they’re feeling without taking it out on someone else. I am your s/o. I want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you scare me away. I am always willing to listen and try to help you through what you’re feeling.”

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your words. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. 

You scooch over until your head is leaning on his side. You take his hand into yours and slowly lace your fingers with his. His hand is so much bigger than yours and it makes you pause at the size difference. You stare at your entwined fingers. 

“I forgive you.” 

 His grip tightens on your fingers. Firm and reassuring. 

You two sit in silence, relishing in each other's company. 

Raph shifts a bit in his spot, trying in vain to cover up how uncomfortable he is in the cramped space. 

A half-hearted huff leaves you. “Cramped?”

He grunts a bit, “M’ fine.”

…

“...are you sure?” 

He lets out another grunt in affirmation.

You scoot a little bit forward, thrusting a foot forward and standing up in one fell swoop. Wobbling a bit as you stand, Raph by instinct, catches your hand in his and steadies you. Stepping out of the closet, you turn around and look at Raph as he gazes back up at you. 

Your head tilts slightly as you eye him in the closet space- he really did look huge. If you squint a bit, you would almost be able to see a blush forming across his cheeks as he avoids eye contact with you. 

“A little help here?”

And even though he was just asking for your help out of pure formality, you appreciated the sentiment. You offer a hand out to him and he takes it, but never actually puts any of his weight on it. Along with some help from the closet doorway, he rises to his full height once again.

He reaches over to flick on a lamp in the room, the light catching on the tear stains running down your cheek. Eyebrows scrunching together, his face sets into one of steely determination. 

“Stay.” Raph grunts it out lowly but softly before walking out of the room.

You stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to return. 

He clatters around in the kitchen for a bit, opening and closing cabinets. 

Curious, you tilt your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of him through the cracked bedroom door, before you’re startled out of your thoughts as he walks back into the room. 

Raph’s eyes immediately cast onto the ground as he walks towards you, almost as if he was still afraid of scaring you off. He holds a glass of water and a wet rag in his hands. “Here.” He says, almost under his breath and hands you the glass of water. Pleasantly surprised that he remembered that your throat gets sore after crying for so long, you take a few sips as you look at the washcloth in his hand, wondering why he had it. 

Lifting the washcloth to your face, he waits for a nod from you before swiping it gently under your eyes, soothing the heat that had gathered there. You look up at him and catch the gentleness in which he regards you. You see none of that anger from before and the anger he did have was only directed at himself now. 

Raph was… complicated but then again so were you. Relationships were supposed to go both ways and you trusted him to hold up his part of the bargain. 

You could both work this out.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part ten (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: None I think?

Part nine Part eleven

Tag list: open

You and Eris decide to go steal something important, but it seems everyone had the same idea!

“When you said break in, I was thinking more of an in and out, no one sees us type of thing.”  I say as I look at the dress and top half swan mask he had placed on the bed for me.

“This is more practical.  I would have had Lucian join us, but I realize him and the rest of the spring court aren’t really fond of masks anymore.”  He said smoothly as he tied his mask on.

I couldn’t look away at times like this.  I loved watching him scheme and plan, loved watching those gears in his head turn as he thought.

“So, you’re not the tiniest bit worried either?” I ask, holding up the mask.

He shook his head.  “It was a very special spell, I doubt anyone alive today has the means to recreate it.”

I pursed my lips as I silently added, what about someone who came back to life?

“Well then, this should be easy.”  I say casually, collecting my clothes and mask and heading into the bathroom to change.

When I exited, Eris was fiddling with something in his hands.

I cleared my throat and he looked up, his eyes widening as he took me in.

I had decided to use a bit of magic to make my hair appear red, eyes too.  My dress crackled and hissed as I moved, the cloth cut and sewn to look like hundreds of fall leaves.  It showed a generous amount of my chest and shoulders, but otherwise it was long sleeved and the skirt was long and full.

“I didn’t expect-”  He started, and I cut him off with a wave.

“I know, but even with the mask if people see a purple eyed Illyrian I think they’re going to know who I am.”  I said.  Straightening my posture and giving my voice a haughty lilt, I say, “I am Erica, your cousin from across the sea.”

He bit his lips, trying to hold back laughter.  “Ah yes.  Eris and Erica.”

I let out an involuntary snort before I forced my face into a chilly mask.  “Come now cousin, we wouldn’t want to be late to the party.”

He came to my side, extending his elbow.  “You’ve gotten better at lying.”

I snort as I take his extended arm.  “I think you forget I managed to pass as a male for weeks in an Illyrian camp.  I’ve always been good dear, you’ve just never seen me in action.”

I shoot him a sharp grin before he winnows us out.

***

We step into the ballroom, A male announces our names, and we descend the stairs.

We had discussed the plan outside.  He would be the distraction while I hunted down the item.  If anything happened on my end, I was strong enough to fight my way out of it.

And if anyone asked Eris what happened to his cousin?

What cousin?

If it were anyone else, I would have felt like it was an abandonment, but I knew Eris.

Even if he publicly distanced himself, he would be by my side the moment I needed him.

As we hit the final step I tripped, my eyes meeting a set of purple ones.

Eris swore under his breath, pulling me close so I didn’t fall to the floor.  “Are you alright?”  He whispered, his face only inches from mine.

“Hello Eris, who’s this you’ve brought with you?”  My brother asked, his eyes sharp and cruel as he looked down at me.

I automatically stand ramrod straight, answering for Eris, “I’m Erica.  His cousin.”  I don’t bother to bow as I give him a sharp grin.

His smirk falters for a second, but Feyre comes up beside him, and I’m even more surprised at her transformation.

I never would have thought she could look this menacing.

Eris wrapped his arm around me.  “I’m letting her join me for the festivities tonight, she wanted to know what a ball in Prythian was like.”

“But the real question is, what a high lord and lady like yourselves are doing at a party so unfitting someone of your standards?”  Eris shot back, the mask of the cruel and heartless lord snapping into place.

This.  This was when I should slip away.

But…

“I’m guessing the same as you.”  Rhysand said, his upper lip twitching upward.  He turned to look at me, and I had to try not to flinch away.  “I hope you enjoy your party girl.”

As he stormed away, I tried not to let it get to me.

Eris tugged on my sleeve lightly, “Are you alright?”

I nodded silently before drawing myself to my full height.  “I need to excuse myself for a few moments dear cousin.”  I say cooly, turning on my heel and making my way through the crowd.

I’m quick to duck into a hallway, and shove off the heels I was wearing and ran barefoot through the halls.

The plan had been for me to stroll through, take care of things quietly with virtually no time limit.

That was before I was in a race against the Night Court’s Spymaster.

I used my powers freely, winnowing myself each chance I got until I was near two large doors, two guards one each side.

With my magic, I made quick work of leaving them unconscious.

I was no daemati, but I had never wanted to be one.

Even watching Rhysand as a child, I knew that if mishandled it could be very dangerous.

Pushing the door open as quietly as I could, I took a singular step inside before I froze, a figure in a black cloak already bagging the magical item that had fallen through along with me and the other two dead souls.

 I was about to knock this one out too, but I paused.

“Sam?!”  I whisper-shouted, and he whipped around, his cloak still hiding his face. He had an iron dagger in his hand as he studied me.  “Y/N??”

[thelanternsglow]

The Black Moon in Capricorn Tonight.

Black moon in Capricorn

What’s a Black Moon?

First things first, a Black Moon isn’t as spooky as it sounds – sorry if you were hoping for witches flying past the window or werewolves howling in the distance. A Black Moon just means it’s the second new moon in the same calendar month. These don’t happen all that often – only about once every 32 months – so it’s a bit of a treat to have one rounding off 2024.

Now, don’t go popping your head out the window looking for it because, like all new moons, you won’t see a thing. During a new moon, the Moon is parked right between the Earth and the Sun, so the Sun’s lighting up the side we can’t see. But while it’s invisible to the eye, astrologically speaking, it’s buzzing with energy.

A Black Moon isn’t just your average new moon – it’s the second new moon in a single calendar month, which makes it rare and a bit mysterious. Astrologically, new moons mark the beginning of a cycle, a fresh slate. It’s a time for planting seeds, whether they’re actual crops (if you’re that way inclined) or the metaphorical kind, like ideas and intentions. Now, when it’s a Black Moon, that energy is supercharged. It’s like the universe saying, “Right, this one’s important – pay attention.”

What makes this one even more significant is that it’s happening in Capricorn, one of the most grounded, determined, and hardworking signs in the zodiac. Capricorn isn’t here to mess about – it’s ruled by Saturn, the planet of time, discipline, and responsibility. If you think of Capricorn as a builder, this Black Moon is the blueprint stage. It’s about sitting down, deciding what you want to create, and making a plan to actually make it happen.

Why Does Capricorn Matter?

Capricorn is an Earth sign, so it’s connected to the tangible, practical side of life. This isn’t the kind of energy that says, “Follow your dreams!” without a clue how you’re going to get there. No, Capricorn’s more like, “Follow your dreams, but don’t forget to pack a map, a packed lunch, and a toolkit in case something goes wrong.”

When the moon’s in Capricorn – especially a Black Moon – the focus is on:

1. Long-Term Goals: It’s about the big picture, not just what you fancy doing next week.

2. Structure and Stability: Capricorn thrives on order and practicality. This energy loves a solid plan.

3. Ambition and Hard Work: Whatever you want, this moon is all about reminding you that success comes from consistent effort.

What’s So Special About This Black Moon?

This Black Moon is the last one of 2024 and the last one we’ll see until May 2027. So, not only is it rare, but it’s also arriving at a pretty symbolic moment – right as we’re wrapping up one year and gearing up for the next. It’s like cosmic bookends: one chapter’s closing, and another one’s about to begin.

Because it’s happening in Capricorn, the energy feels even more grounded and focused. This is the kind of moon that pushes you to get real about your life. What do you want to build? What’s working? What’s not? It’s the perfect time to:

• Reflect on your goals for 2025.

• Let go of anything holding you back (bad habits, negative thoughts, or even that cluttered cupboard you’ve been avoiding).

• Start laying down some solid foundations for the future.

Why Should You Care About This Energy?

Even if you’re not into astrology, the Black Moon in Capricorn is a great time to pause and think about where you’re headed. This energy is practical, grounded, and forward-thinking – all traits that we could use a bit more of, especially at the start of a new year.

Capricorn’s influence also means this isn’t a time for fluff. It’s about digging deep, being honest with yourself, and taking responsibility for your path. If you’ve been feeling stuck, scattered, or unsure, this moon’s here to help you get your act together and start moving forward.

With all this in mind, the Black Moon isn’t just another date on the calendar. It’s a chance to reset, refocus, and reimagine your life – not in some lofty, unattainable way, but with the grit and determination needed to make real changes. So, whether you’re a seasoned moon-watcher or you’ve never thought twice about lunar phases, this one’s worth paying attention to.

Now that you know what’s behind this Black Moon in Capricorn, let’s crack on with a ritual to help you tap into its power properly. This isn’t just lighting a candle and hoping for the best – we’re going all in, with a circle-casting ritual to ground you, protect you, and focus your intent. Ready? Let’s get started.

How to Work with the Black Moon’s Energy

Now, if you want to roll up your sleeves and work with this energy, here’s a ritual to help you harness it. But first, let’s talk about casting a circle because we’re doing this properly.

How to Cast and Close a Circle

A circle creates a sacred space, a bubble of energy where you can do your magical work. Think of it like setting up a protective forcefield – it keeps distractions and unwanted energies out while focusing your intent.

What You’ll Need:

• A candle (black, white, or green work well for Capricorn energy).

• Salt or a pinch of earth (Capricorn’s an earth sign, after all).

• A small bowl of water.

• Incense or a bundle of herbs for smoke cleansing (sage, rosemary, or frankincense are great).

• A lighter or matches.

Casting the Circle:

1. Cleanse Yourself and the Space – Light your incense or herbs and waft the smoke around yourself and the room. Imagine the smoke clearing away any negative vibes.

2. Call in the Four Elements – Stand in the center of your space. Start in the east and work clockwise (south, west, north), saying:

• East (Air): “I call upon the winds of the east to bring clarity and inspiration to this sacred space.”

• South (Fire): “I call upon the fires of the south to ignite my passion and will.”

• West (Water): “I call upon the waters of the west to cleanse and heal.”

• North (Earth): “I call upon the earth of the north to ground and protect me.”

3. Visualize the Circle – Imagine a glowing sphere of light surrounding you, stretching above and below, sealing you in.

4. State Your Intention – Say out loud why you’re creating this circle. For example: “This circle is cast for protection and focus as I work with the Black Moon’s energy.”

The Black Moon Ritual

Here’s a ritual to align yourself with the Capricorn energy and set powerful intentions.

What You’ll Need:

• A piece of paper and pen.

• A green or black candle (green for growth, black for transformation).

• A small crystal (smoky quartz or hematite are perfect).

• A bowl of saltwater.

The Steps:

1. Prepare Your Space – After casting your circle, place your candle in the center. Arrange your paper, pen, crystal, and bowl of saltwater nearby.

2. Meditate – Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Picture the energy of the Black Moon filling the room, quiet and powerful, like the stillness before dawn.

3. Set Your Intentions – Write down what you want to achieve in 2025. Be specific. Instead of “I want to be healthier,” write, “I will exercise three times a week and eat nourishing foods.”

4. Light the Candle – As you light the candle, say:

“Under this Black Moon, I plant the seeds of my future.

With discipline and focus, I call my dreams to life.

So it is, so it will be.”

5. Seal Your Intentions – Hold the crystal in your hands and visualize your goals as if they’ve already happened. See yourself succeeding, thriving, and happy.

6. Release and Ground – Dip your fingers in the saltwater and touch your forehead and heart, saying:

“I release all that holds me back. I am grounded, focused, and ready.”

Closing the Circle

1. Thank the Elements – Walk counterclockwise, starting with the north, and thank each element for its presence and support.

2. Release the Circle – Stand in the center and imagine the glowing sphere of light gently dissolving. Say:

“The circle is open but unbroken. The energy is released. I am whole.”

3. Ground Yourself – Have a snack or drink some water to bring your energy back down to Earth.

This Black Moon in Capricorn is a rare chance to lay down some serious groundwork for the future. It’s not just about dreaming big – it’s about taking those dreams and giving them roots. So light your candle, write your goals, and step into 2025 with purpose and determination.

And remember, magic isn’t about quick fixes – it’s about showing up, putting in the effort, and trusting the process.

Follow The Lantern’s

Glow

[theinkwellwriter]

The Trap of Provocation and the Victim Mask

There’s a cruel cycle that some people seem to thrive on. They poke, prod, and push until they bring out the worst in you. And then, when you finally react—when your patience snaps or your frustration spills over—they suddenly shift gears, play the victim, and paint you as the one at fault. It’s a manipulative game, one that leaves you feeling guilty for emotions that were never wrong in the first place.

It’s an age-old tactic: provoke someone, needle at their insecurities, push their boundaries just enough to get a reaction. And when they finally react—when they show the “ugly” side, the side that anyone would show if pushed far enough—the provocateur steps back, feigning innocence, shocked at your behavior. “I can’t believe you said that,” or “You’re overreacting,” they say, as if their actions didn’t lead to the very thing they’re now condemning you for.

The truth is, everyone has a breaking point. Even the most patient, calm, and collected person can only take so much. It’s not a flaw to have limits. It’s human. But those who provoke know this, and they use it to their advantage. They want to make you seem irrational, to paint you as the villain while they slip into the role of the victim. It’s a manipulation, a distortion of the truth.

What’s important to understand is that your reaction doesn’t make you the problem. Yes, we’re all responsible for our actions and how we choose to respond, but that doesn’t absolve the other person of their role in pushing you to that point. Emotional provocation is its own form of abuse, and just because you eventually defend yourself or lash out, doesn’t make you the villain of the story.

Often, the people who play this game know exactly what they’re doing. They poke at your emotions because they’re unwilling to take responsibility for their own. Instead of addressing their issues head-on, they redirect the focus onto you, trying to make your reaction the center of attention. This way, they avoid accountability and shift the blame onto you for reacting. They provoke, you react, and suddenly, you’re the one who’s ‘gone too far.’

But here’s the thing: it’s not always about avoiding those moments of anger or frustration. It’s about recognizing when someone is pushing you to that place on purpose. It’s about realizing when they’re trying to make you feel like the problem, even when their actions lit the fire. That’s the key to breaking the cycle—understanding that not every reaction is unjustified and that sometimes, standing up for yourself doesn’t make you wrong. It makes you human.

The people who provoke you until you snap, then cry foul, are not interested in peace or understanding. They want control. They want to frame the narrative so they come out looking blameless. But the real strength comes from seeing through that manipulation, from not letting them twist your emotions into something shameful.

When you find yourself in these situations, take a step back. Before you react, ask yourself: “What’s the real issue here? Are they genuinely upset, or are they pushing me to react?” In many cases, you’ll see that their provocation is more about controlling the situation than about resolving any real conflict. When you realize this, you can choose how to respond—not from a place of anger, but from a place of clarity.

Because the truth is, they don’t win by making you angry. They win by making you feel guilty for being angry. Don’t give them that power. Own your emotions, but recognize when they’ve been manipulated. You have a right to your feelings, and you have a right to stand up for yourself. But you don’t have to play their game.

So next time someone provokes you, remember: just because they try to bring out the worst in you doesn’t mean it’s who you are. And just because they play the victim doesn’t mean they’re innocent. Choose your response wisely, and never let someone else's manipulations define your character.

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 4

Various splatoon manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the start! Previous Next

‘Shoot.’ 

Assuming that nobody would be out here, you forgot to pay attention to where you were walking. Yet another run-in. So much for hiding your presence.

“Hey hey~, Watch out, cutie!”

You know that tone of voice, it must be…! 

You take a quick glance up, and you only catch a quick blur of pink before rushing off, remembering that you should be avoiding any significant characters as much as possible. Keeping your gaze on the ground, you spot some Gold High-Horses and Green Rain Boots, and man, you’re this close to squealing. 

‘It’s real. My favorite characters are right in front of me! It’s too bad even a little interaction could change the story. Aloha’s supposed to call Army out for being weak or something right about now.’

While looking for a spot to hide away from any important characters, you spot a pair of headphones at Cooler Heads. They should still be functional, right? You go into the store and check them out, seeing if they’re compatible with your phone. Bluetooth, perfect. They have a pretty long-lasting battery, and there are buttons on the side to skip, pause, play, and adjust the volume. Sweet. You continue to walk around Booyah Base since you’ve got nothing better to do, testing out some new gear and practicing in Sheldon’s training area for a bit just for fun. Not like you could carry around any more weapons, but it’s still good to test other ones out and find their weaknesses. You go back to one of the shops when you’re done to go find a mirror to fix yourself up in. You straighten out your gear, hearing a familiar voice.

“Oh! Team Blue will love this helmet!”

‘Oh, not again!’  You swiftly hide behind a pile of boxes in the store, and the clerk putting stuff away looks at you. You completely forgot about how Goggles ripped his clothes in his next battle and needed some new ones. You didn’t think the next battle would be so soon! 

‘Hey, that means Aloha’s up next! He’s not supposed to get hit a single time in this battle, right? I should really go watch him and check out his techniques.’

You attempt to sneak out of the store when Goggles and his team are distracted, hoping to make your way over to the paused battle. But you memory decides that it should betray you once again, and when you’re about to walk out the door, a pink squid stops you.

“Hey~ it’s you from earlier! You ran off pretty quick, y’know, I’m used to people asking for a selfie or an autograph.” You stand there frozen, unsure of what to do. You don’t want to start up a conversation, knowing he’s got somewhere to be. Aloha leans in closer to you,

“Aw, you just a lil’ shy? That’s cute~, ah well, I’ve gotta go, so I’ll be seeing you around, sweetheart!”

He waltzes off, presumably to go kidnap Safari-Kun. You would butt in, but that’s not part of the story. Sorry, dude.

You finally make your way over to Blackbelly Skatepark and it’s a lot less crowded. Guess it makes sense that the S4’s battles have the seats full and regular ones don’t. You make yourself comfortable and place your weapon on the seat to your left, then your bag to the right. You try to watch for Aloha since the manga doesn’t focus on him up until the Inkstrike. Now that you can actually pay attention to him, you see that he’s just kinda holding his weapon as if he should be firing it, and he’s hiding in corners. You snicker at how half-assed his effort is, and wait until you hear the sounds of an Inkstrike to really pay attention. You spot Aloha immediately, recognizing that quick and agile movement right away.

‘Wow, he really is flexible. Maybe I should practice that?’ You pick up your off-brand manual and skip to your page labelled “git gud”, which has a couple of bullet points on what you’d like to practice. So far you’ve got making your footsteps lighter and stretching to make yourself more flexible written down. Even little things can help in battle if you plan on possibly battling the best of the best. The rest of the battle isn't surprising, as always. Though, you're glad you got to see how Aloha battles up close, you can tell there's lots of training behind it. Even if he doesn't admit to training, he definitely had to have gotten some agility and strength training from surfing and dancing.

'Bet he can breakdance pretty well.'

You leave early once again, desperately trying to avoid Aloha. You weren't sure when his and Goggles' battle was going to be, but you assumed the day after since Team Blue had already had two battles today. It was only about two pm, so you decided to work on your training. First, you went over to Sheldon's training area to focus on quieting your footsteps, while still attempting to destroy the targets in record time. You slowly got better at it, noticing your mistakes and improving from there. You were comfortable with how much noise you made on the 23rd round of busting targets, so you figured it's time for turf. The first game went as usual, and you were glad to see the opponent's faces contort with fear and surprise when you'd suddenly appear behind them. 

"Nothin' personal, kid."

But it seems you were enjoying your newly acquired skill too much, and you focused more on splatting your opponents rather than inking. You'd still be sure to ink around when you had time so it wasn't a problem, but your opponents were obviously salty about how they could never get any farther than a third into the map and get splatted immediately, having less and less time between splats. Your teammates loved the easy wins, but your opponents verbally attacked you like an 8-year-old on CoD. Not a big deal, it doesn't affect you. But it was definitely headache-inducing. After the third match of salty opponents you decided you could either play nice, or play dirtier. And so, you threw your headphones on, swapping your headgear for those, and put them at full volume, completely tuning out your opponents. Now this was easy. All was well up until one of the opponents tried to turn the tables and copy your trick. You made some millisecond long calculations and realised that there was an opponent missing from your view. Not missing a beat, you spun on your heel, dodged to the side to avoid the ink flying at you, and splatted your opponent.

'Damn! That felt so cool, go me!'

You walked off and continued to ink the turf around you, bopping your head to the beat coming from your headphones. Hey, wait. You still can't hear anything around you. That means you noticed that opponent while one of your most important senses was completely turned off. 

'Awesome. S'pose I'm getting better. Next comes the blindfold!'

You think jokingly to yourself. Yeah, as if you could battle without being able to see. Wait actually, that might be a good training idea. You'd kinda need real people for that, not targets, but even just being able to pinpoint people's locations from sound alone could be quite useful.

By the end of the day, your opponents now seem to have a proper sense of the game, and are starting to understand their weapons properly. Some even think twice before attacking. Wow, never thought you'd ever see the day. They have their own gear and know where they belong on the battlefield, for the most part. Now it's getting fun. You'd probably guess that your opponents are around level 30 or so. Now your targets aren't just like some deer in headlights when you attack, they actually think to move sometimes. The score at the end of the games don't change much though.

Next Part

apr.8.23

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Back 4 Blood’s Deck System Adds Depth with Unique Builds

Back 4 Blood doesn’t front like it’s anything more than a chaotic zombie shooter. You’ve got four peeps, aka “Cleaners,” who are basically forced to turn into total badasses after a world-ending event, battling hordes of Riddens (aka zombies) in a co-op bloodbath. If you're looking to buy Xbox games with a similar co-op experience and relentless action, this one's a solid choice. It’s got the same vibe as the old-school games, but Turtle Rock knew they couldn’t just slap a new coat of paint on Valve’s stuff. These aren’t just random dudes with guns—they’re seasoned pros with unique skills that boost the squad. Take “Mom,” for instance—she’s clutch because she can revive teammates and give them extra lives. Each survivor has their own traits that hint at their role in the squad and what they should be doing. Plus, there’s a fresh twist: you can now build a deck of up to 15 cards each run, unlocking them as you smash through missions. These cards don’t just give you cool perks; they also let you specialize and play with different character builds, kinda like having separate classes.

In-Game Shop Offers Essential Upgrades Without Pay-to-Win Elements

Back 4 Blood’s RPG vibes go beyond just the card deck. The game’s weapons come with stats and can fit up to four mods, so you can really dial in your gameplay. If you're into customizing your loadout and are looking for similar experiences, you might want to buy PS5 games that offer deep weapon and gear customization. You gotta decide whether to stick with a weapon that’s modded up or swap it out for one with better base damage, which is a cool little challenge. About those cards: you “buy” them using supply points at your base (yeah, the base is now a living thing). As you play, these cards level up and get more specialized. But here’s the catch—at the start of a run, you don’t get to pick any card you want. Instead, the game gives you five to choose from, and you pick one for each node (the mini-missions). The card deck system will get easier as you play and get more cards. The tricky part is when you’re just starting out and don’t have many good cards yet. The game’s current card sorting system is kinda basic—only sorted by type—so it can be a pain to organize your decks. New to the game are corruption cards that give the horde some boosts and offer rewards for players, adding another layer of strategy. Plus, there’s an in-game shop in each safe house where you can spend currency on first aid kits, ammo, weapons, mods, buffs, bombs, and more. The good news? You won’t find any pay-to-win stuff here—real money doesn’t mess with gameplay.

Accessible Cross-Play and Smooth Performance Across Systems

These new features really level up what we’ve been wanting from the start. If you’re looking to experience this kind of progression in other games, consider using your time to buy PS5 games that deliver similar enhancements and innovations. The game’s fast pace, with barely any chill time in the safehouses, epic scripted moments, unexpected horde attacks, and last-second saves in tough spots—it’s all here. On the plus side, the variety of specials is cool, with different versions of the same elite requiring different strategies. The graphics aren’t exactly next-gen, but it doesn’t really mess with the experience. Consistent fps is way more important in a game that moves this fast than high-res models or effects. Since the game’s on Game Pass and is made to run on a bunch of different systems, its low requirements make it more accessible for online play. On the tech side, we were worried about smooth cross-play, but it works like a charm with no disconnects. Our team never had issues with gameplay. Any breaks we took were just us being lazy and not due to technical glitches.

Mission Accomplished: Back 4 Blood Delivers Thrilling Zombie Action

For PvP, Turtle Rock dropped the Swarm mode, which is kinda mid in our opinion. Players split into Ridden and Cleaners, switching roles each round, and the team that survives the longest as Cleaners wins. So, you play as both sides in a single round and see how long each team lasts. Cleaners get cards for buffs and some time to grab weapons and ammo, while Ridden get to use the Zombie Mutation System, which is like a talent tree with upgrades from earned xp. It’s cool to check out, but don’t expect anything mind-blowing. Mission accomplished! Back 4 Blood delivered exactly what we hoped for. The thrill of taking down creepy zombies with headshots and the adrenaline from those intense co-op moments never gets old.

[2-fast-2-curious]

I absolutely loved the NSFW Alphabet we need more of Peter being obsessed with tits it's my new favorite concept 😔

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Shout out to @lipstickbisous because I’m pretty sure that’s how this thought is living in our minds rent- free 

https://lipstickbisous.tumblr.com/post/671766820773101568/ok-so-this-is-a-stretch-but-that-gif-of-peter-face

Also I’m using a MCU Peter GIF because I feel bad for neglecting him. I put the dirty stuff under the cut. I feel like I could write 15K words about this. Peter has his subby moments in this.

Peter noticed them before he ever got to see you bare

But that's a bit and pervy and Peter's taking that with him to the grave

The way your clothes draped over them or how your cleavage looked when you pushed your arms together

Sometimes your shirt would slip off your shoulder and Peter could see your bra strap and even that would get his imagination going

If you’re messy like me sometimes Peter would come over to your room and just see your bra all over the place

Hanging off the side of your hamper, on the floor, partially sticking out of your drawers

The way you treat these very important apparatus makes him think you wouldn’t miss it if one of them happened to go missing

But Peter’s a nice boy so he’s totally not going to steal one to use when he jacks off

However, he’s not exactly subtle so once you get together you gift him a bra or two like one with a pokey underwire or one where the padding has gotten lumpy

Like I said, Peter’s not subtle so it was apparent from the start that Peter loves your tits

During the heavy petting phase, you noticed how his hands love to squeeze your chest while he makes out with you so you started wearing an unpadded bra so you could feel his hands better and he could feel your tits

When clothes started being removed Peter was very eager

As soon as he took off your shirt and bra he started attaching his mouth to your chest while he was still fully dressed

Flipped you over so you were on top and he could smother his face in your breasts

One day Peter would love to get you off by only stimulating your breasts

But right now he’ll love sucking marks and flicking his tongue against your nipples while you buck your hips and beg him for his cock

He gets you nipple clamps so your nipples are extra sensitive and Peter can be the one who relieves you from this torture

In the beginning, maybe he texts you to put them on when he’s a couple blocks away and slowly builds up your tolerance so you can keep them on for him until he comes back from patrol

During sex Peter loves having you on your back so his hands have full access to your breasts

He’ll push them together and you can basically hear the gears in his head turning

“Babe, it would be so hot if you fucked my tits“

Peter almost came as soon as his hard cock was enveloped in the softness of your boobs

Peter also loves when you ride him 

Of fucking course he loves watching the way your tits bounce

But even when you’re on top sometimes Peter can’t resist and grips your hips to hold you up and fucks into you so your tits can bounce wildly

Peter also is impartial to doggy-style in front of the mirror when he can watch your tits sway

He just loves all the sex positions okay?

As much as he loves looking at your boobs he gets a bit pouty if you’re out in public showing off your cleavage

It’s torture for him to have everyone seeing staring at what’s his and not be able to do anything with them while they’re displayed so prominently

You might have to pull him into a closet and pull down your shirt so he can play with your breasts so you can carry on with the rest of the day

One time you and Peter were caught in the rain and you peeled off your clothes as soon as you got home and Peter noticed the way water dripped from your hair down to the slope of chest before dripping off the tip of your hard nipple

Peter just wanted to lick the rain water off your tits

From that day on Peter has become obsessed with water and your boobs

Playing with them in the shower

Rubbing ice cubes on your nipples

He gets personally insulted when you imply that you're not happy with the way they look

Whether it's because they're too small, too big, too far apart, not perky enough

But Peter gets to show you immediately how much he likes them just the way they are

If you have stretch marks on your boobs like me, Peter loves laying his head on one of your breasts while tracing the stretch marks on the other

But if you elect to change your breasts surgically then Peter would still support you 100% even though the post-operation time he’s not allowed to play with them would be tough on him

[icarusdash]

unsolicited tips for winning gambit that destiny doesn’t really tell you, from someone who has gilded the dredgen title six godforsaken times in solo queue:

at the start, getting the first invasion is more important than getting big blockers. yes, even if you have 14 motes, you should deposit with the rest of your team. on most maps, a team can get to 40 motes deposited after the second wave of hostiles

scavenger mods work with the heavy brick that high value targets drop. sometimes you’ll get two heavy drops from one HVT

for the love of god. hydras explode when you kill them. i know it’s tempting to grab the motes before that happens, but ALWAYS WAIT. JUST WAIT FOR THEM TO EXPLODE BEFORE YOU PICK UP THE MOTES

if your team is still collecting motes and the enemy team is on the primeval, you will still drain motes when you have two or more blockers alive on their side. if you have a primeval and your enemy doesn’t and there’s blockers on the field, you should kill them before doing damage, especially goblins

primeval health locks once you’ve done 30% of the health it has when you start doing damage (...i think. it’s a little vague at times). you do more damage the more stacks of the primeval slayer buff you have. if you’re ahead of the enemy team, consider saving your heavy ammo for higher stacks of primeval slayer

i like to save my damage supers for the second damage phase, ideally right after an invasion from the enemy team, so i can quickly skip past the second phase and dump all the ammo i have left into the primeval’s last bit of health

there is no shame in using tracking rockets

there is no shame in hiding from the invader

there is no shame in depositing early to avoid getting killed by the invader

there is no shame in using your super to not lose all your motes

distracting the enemy team with an invasion can be just as effective as killing guardians sometimes. even if your nova bomb chases them halfway across the map and doesn’t kill anyone, that’s still a good chunk of time they’re not collecting motes or melting the boss

this is not a guarantee, but most of the time, you can manipulate where the invader spawns. each map only has 2-3 places where they can appear, and it’s usually the spawn furthest from your team. if you stand in a spawn spot during damage phases, the invader will almost always spawn in one of the other spots on the map.

emerald coast is the worst map to try this on, as its so small that sometimes an invader will spawn directly behind you if you’re on the beach waiting for them. this is a possibility on every map, but much, much worse on emerald coast

exotic weapons i recommend:

outbreak perfected is good for add-clear AND boss damage, and its range isn’t too shabby for invading/taking down invaders either

gjallarhorn, trust, jotunn, deathbringer, and two-tailed fox are all very good, for reasons you can imagine. i personally love the latter for invading, especially with a void hunter

trinity ghoul is absolutely disgusting with arc 3.0. i can clear hostiles waves in seconds with the catalyst. nearly every single massacre medal i’ve gotten was from trinity ghoul.

tbh? people sleep on thunderlord, which is good for nearly everything in gambit. xenophage is also incredible for invading still, and not too bad for boss damage

if you’re running with a fireteam, swapping to divinity after you summon a primeval will make you everyone’s favorite fireteam member

and above all: if you just play gambit for the bounties or the pinnacle gear or even for fun, that’s fine too!!! there’s no competitive gambit playlist, we’re all in this together. just know that some players may be doing odd things on purpose, and you too can help us sweaty dredgens get our dubs if you keep these things in mind :)

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi, hello, I’m the original avatrice footy anon, and I’m just…absolutely besotted with what you’ve already given us. Ava as an enthusiastic goal scoring terror who can’t track back to save her life is perfect. Captain Beatrice, the world’s best and most dedicated footballer who also immediately agrees to have pizza (at her own house!!!) with her new teammate is also perfect. Thank you with the whole of my football loving, recovering half Catholic, one-of-my-favorite-sounds-is-when-a-boot-hits-a-ball-just-right heart.

[a tiny bit more for u as i chug along!]

/

you storm into coach superion’s office, your chest simmering with anger. it’s not the first time this has happened, and you know, unfortunately, that there’s no way it’ll be the last, but this club has treated you pretty well since you joined it. 

‘hello, beatrice.’ she puts down her ipad. ‘sit?’

you keep pacing, too upset to stay still, which is why you started playing football and doing martial arts in the first place when you were a child. 

coach superion just leans back in her chair and waves a hand.

‘have you seen the club’s latest instagram post?’

she lifts a brow.

‘okay, fine.’ you unlock your phone and step up to the desk, hand it to her.

she looks for a few seconds and then scoots it back to you. ‘what’s the problem?’

‘we won the last game, as a team, and so did the men’s side, and they posted ava and michael salvius together.’ not together together, really, just a funny photo of them during lunch, smiling over taco bowls in their training gear.

‘yes. they both scored in the last game though. ava, a hat trick even.’

‘i was there. i assisted two of those goals.’

‘i was quite happy with your performance, as always, beatrice.’

you don’t even know how to put into words the feeling in your body, like an open-handed punch to the wall, or getting stepped on with metal studs. 

‘beatrice,’ coach superion says, gentle, and you hate it. 

‘i just — i hate that ownership and social are so… enthusiastic about using conventionally attractive white players in our promo. and, come on, men’s and women’s promo together? you have to know what people will think.’

‘do you think that?’

you feel your cheeks flush, tamp down the ugly stinging in your hands at how hard ava had laughed at michael’s joke during physical therapy recovery yesterday, how they like to get dinner together sometimes. you know they’re friends, but — 'i'm not jealous.'

coach superion pauses and blinks a few times, then says, ‘i agree with you, about how our club should not only promote white players. and, as i always have, i can promise you that i will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. you, and mary, and dora, and camila, are so important to our team and are at the heart of our success.’

you feel a little bolstered by the words; you have found a home here, and you trust coach superion — but you feel a different kind of upset and angry, one you don't think you really have the capacity or bravery to explain.

as always, coach superion seems to know that, though. ‘but, beatrice, beyond that,' she says, 'i think you have a little sorting out to do on your end.’

you fight back the very unprofessional instinct to just groan. ‘i’ll — i’ll see you tomorrow. thank you for your time.’

you can see coach superion fighting what you’re sure is a laugh at your expense, but you just stand straight and nod.

‘don’t forget, you have a presser with silva tomorrow before the match this weekend.’

great. ‘yes. thank you.’

‘have a good evening, beatrice.’

you leave before you demolish even more of your dignity.

/

the presser goes just about as you’d thought it would: ava is the furthest from media trained but charms the room relentlessly — she’s funny, and smart, and can answer questions in four languages fluently. you are media trained, and ava defers to you for some of the harder, more complex questions about tactics and style of play. things are going fine, and you think you’ll be able to make it out blessedly free of anything annoying, but then —

‘for ava,’ a reporter says, and ava nods. ‘you have a great friendship with michael salvius, it seems, one that’s very popular on social media. can you tell us a little bit about that?’

you’re about to jump in, because what the hell, but then ava frowns. 

‘michael is my friend, yes. he’s kind, and i enjoy spending time with him. we think of football in similar ways.’ it’s diplomatic and you’re pleasantly surprised. ‘but, if you’re insinuating that we might be more than friends because we eat lunch together sometimes and were in an instagram post, not only are you definitely wrong, but that’s just really fucking gross and weird.’

you should step in: you’re captain and a media veteran, but ava’s on a roll, and who are you to stop her, really?

‘beyond that, michael and i are both white players, and we’re both new to a club that is really diverse, on both the men’s and women’s sides. if you’re looking for a face of this team, and this club, and even football itself, you have beatrice right here.’

you take a sip of your gatorade immediately to hide the blush you feel all over your face. 

‘she’s the best player i have ever played with,’ ava says, and when she looks over at you and smiles you can’t help but smile back. ‘i enjoy spending time with her, and she’s kind. i think she thinks of football in a far purer way than me, but i have something to learn from that too.’

‘i believe, most fundamentally, in tracking back on defense,’ you find yourself saying, almost involuntarily, and ava rolls her eyes good-naturedly while the room laughs. 

‘i’m looking forward to continuing to make sure the women of color i play with have space and the accolades they rightfully deserve. i’m very honored to be on this team.’ ava smiles at you, like she really means it. ‘any other questions?’

/

‘thank you,’ you say, as you’re both walking back to the locker rooms. 

ava rolls her eyes. ‘idiot reporters. i don’t really care about the post, because michael is my friend, but, like, what the fuck.’

‘well, michael is easy on the eyes.’

it takes a second to snort a laugh. ‘what are you, like seventy?’ she elbows you playfully. ‘but anyway, i meant it. you are kind. i hope we’re, you know, friends?’

‘we are,’ you say, a little desperate feeling in your chest at the word. ‘yes.’

’sick,’ ava says. ‘also, there’s promo for pride month, right? soon?’

it’s late april, so — ‘it should be on the schedule for next week.’

‘cool,’ ava says. ‘well, i’d like the set the story gay and be in it at some point, if that’s okay.’

this isn’t exactly groundbreaking information to you, but you can’t hide the way your hands shake and you have to swallow. ‘you’re gay?’

‘no,’ ava says. ‘bi, queer, whatever. not particularly passionate about being cis. but my pun wouldn’t have landed quite as well.’

it takes a second for you to, like, be normal, but you end up laughing, a real laugh, far more relieved than you want it to sound. ‘thanks, for sharing.’

ava grins. ‘you gonna be in it with me?’

you never have before; every year, mary and shannon were leaders for pride month, and you happily orchestrated everything behind the scenes. you kneel for the anthem and always wear a rainbow armband and you never post anything personal on social media; you’ve never had a partner, so you’ve let people believe what they’ll believe so far.

‘i — i’m not sure,’ you say, will your voice to stay steady. ‘i’m not sure i’m… ready, to be out like that.’

‘that’s cool,’ ava says. ‘totally up to you, you know i support whatever you want. but, i’m just saying, we would make one hell of an instagram post. think of the comments on that.’

you feel a little lightheaded at the prospect of the world speculating you and ava silva are dating, but in a way that’s calm. ‘well, maybe.’

‘you’re beautiful and hot, bea. don’t forget it. and, like, so am i, so…’

you roll your eyes. ‘and humble, your most inspiring quality.’

‘hey,’ she says, ‘i scored a hat trick two days ago.’

‘i assisted you on two of those.’

‘exactly my point,’ she says. ‘we make a great team.’

she winks and you just shake your head, not bothering to fight the smile on your lips or the warmth in your chest.

[tuefortunate]

first ask lets goo!! (atleast i thinnk) how bout merc cuddling headcanons?

You sure are! I’m more than happy to supply :) Due to this being both the first ask and general enough of one, I’m going to go ahead and just do all the mercs in one post under a read more. If it gets too terribly long I’ll make separate posts, since normally I’d prefer only doing 3-4 in a go, but it can't hurt to try!

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Mercenary cuddling headcanons

Scout

CLINGY. This boy will cling to you like a little koala and while it’s cute, you better hope you don’t have anything important to do. Scout is nearly the DEFINITION of touch starved and like hell will you be going anywhere without some serious persuading.

Will absolutely talk your ear off while he has your full attention. In his defense, he feels he rarely has someone’s undivided attention, so of course he’d want to take advantage of that when he’s able.

That’s not to say he won’t let you talk, just don’t be surprised if you have to listen to him boast a bit about how well he did in fights that day. 

Talking aside, he’s also probably a bit touchy. It’s almost awkward in the very beginning though he means no harm, he just loves physical affection more than he would let on. 

He’s very likely to want to lounge around in bed with you just enjoying each other’s company. He’s a very active guy, sure, but once you have him settled down enough sometimes it’s hard to actually get him back up until he’s ready.

Soldier

Soldier is a very… interesting case. It’s hard to get him to settle down enough to cuddle with you, though it’s never anything against you so much as it just being how he is as a person.

Often up SUPER early in the morning and sleeping relatively early to compensate for that, but if you catch him at the right time he won’t mind the company.

Surprisingly not very talkative (at least, not at night - he’s very focused with his routine for the most part), but in the morning if you wake up along with him you’re probably getting a rather intense pep talk whether you want it or not.

Back to actual cuddling though - like, 7/10 times he’s going to want to be the big spoon. Sometimes he actually enjoys being the focus of affection, but a lot of the time he has a pretty protective instinct about him. Would rather have his back to the door and the like. 

Not actually that bad to cuddle with as long as you don’t mind his rather strict routine. Uses his strength in a more comforting way surprisingly, holding you close with just enough pressure to feel secure.

Pyro 

Like Soldier, they actually have a pretty strict routine as well. Not like his strict, but in terms that they need to go to bed and wake up at pretty specific times. More for their comfort than anything like Soldier’s, however.

If you’re willing to join them in their routine, they are more than happy for the company. Assuming they sleep without all of that gear on, they probably prefer to have your back to them while cuddling. It’s not that they’re uncomfortable or distrust you with seeing them - again, it’s just a comfort thing for them. If you really insist on facing them once in a while, that’s okay as long as you ask first.

Obviously not all too talkative, more of a sign language or muffled talker than someone who likes to speak clearly. That’s not to say there’d be silence however. They’d probably hum a little tune if anything while rubbing at your arm or side.

A bit touchy, but in a soothing way more than anything else. They like the physical reminder that someone is there with them, considering how uncommon that probably has been for them.

If you can’t wake up when they do, that’s alright! They won’t force you, though they will at least wake you to make you aware that they’re leaving once they’re all geared up and ready to go. You’ll be free to doze back off after that.

Demoman

Considering how he’s something of an emotional drunk, I could honestly see him being a bit of a cuddly one too under the right circumstances.

Whether he’s drunk or not, sometimes he just finds himself wanting that kind of physical affection. 

Definitely one of the most likely to stay in bed late with you, I could see him being a tad bit clingy in the right situation. Surprisingly pretty gentle, too.

DEFINITELY going to either be cracking jokes while cuddling or complaining about the day if it was bad enough to warrant it, but odds are it would come back around to joking.

Will probably doze off before you though, and don’t be too surprised if there’s no getting up after that. He WILL cling in his sleep and once he has you in his arms you won’t be going anywhere for a while even if he were to wake up.

Heavy

Space heater. This man is 100% a space heater. Very comfortable to cuddle with actually, 10/10.

Joking aside, it would probably surprise you the first time you settled in together just how comfortable he was to be cuddling with. Not only is he just in general careful with you, he does what he needs to make the positioning comfortable for you as well.

Odds are, you’re probably much smaller than him, so he prefers to lay on his back and have you curled up in his arm and curled against his chest. It feels safest for you in his mind and it’s also a bit more comfortable as well.

Very quiet, especially when settling in for the night. He probably likes to read before bed on some nights, so if you ask he may read to you to help you sleep. Sure, you probably won’t understand it unless you know Russian, but it’s still nice to listen to him.

Will probably have to rouse you awake if he has to get up before you do in the morning, but won’t make you leave his quarters if that’s where you are. He’d honestly just feel a little guilty if he were to just up and leave.

Engineer

Look. Engie is polite. Engie is soft spoken and often rather sweet. Engie is still a killer. You know what else he has though? A teddy bear cosmetic. You absolutely cannot tell me this man is NOT a cuddler when given the opportunity, sorry.

He’s 50/50 on how talkative he might be. He typically prefers to listen to you if you have something to say, but sometimes he may have something of his own, whether it’s involving work or even something as simple as how he missed you.

He’s in the habit of laying on his left side so that he can drape his right arm over you - less likely that you end up laying uncomfortably on or against his prosthetic that way.

If you’re cuddling before bed, he prefers to wait to doze off until after you have. As long as he’s not too worn down from a job, he usually is perfectly capable of outlasting you. A man with that many PHDs does NOT get away without training themselves to stay awake.

Likewise, you’ll probably wake up to find him already awake nine times out of ten. He doesn’t mind waiting for you to wake up so long as he isn’t immediately needed, and you’ll probably wake up to him soothingly rubbing your back.

Medic

Admittedly, it’s rather difficult to pull Medic away from his work long enough to get him to cuddle with you.

That’s not to say he never will, of course! More just he’ll need a lot of persuading if he’s not ready to settle in just yet. 

Don’t be surprised if he talks a bit while cuddling, even if it’s topics that usually aren’t exactly cuddling topics. He likes to talk about his work and any new revelations he’s made, please humor the guy.

The more tired he gets though, the more relaxing he is to listen to surprisingly. Sometimes he slips a bit into his native tongue, murmuring words you may not quite understand (depending), but the tone itself is enough to be soothing.

Usually likes to sleep chest to chest, and he’s actually overly warm, so great to cuddle with on colder nights.

Sniper

Sniper takes the longest of the men to actually allow you close enough to cuddle with him.

It’s not necessarily an aversion to touch, more just an instinct he had driven into him due to his job. Stay away, keep a close eye, and don’t let anyone catch you vulnerable or you end up dead.

Needless to say it’s something of an achievement once he finally gives you the proximity you want, and it’s probably a bonus that he has his own little space in his camper. Not a lot, sure, but still easier for him to be vulnerable in than among the other mercs.

Prefers to keep quiet himself, but doesn’t mind if you idly chat.

He will always find himself being the big spoon though, preferably with your back to his chest. If you ever really want to be looking at him he’ll let you, he just never really likes anyone at his own back. Instinct, y’know.

Spy

We already KNOW this man is a romantic, so if cuddling is what you want? That’s what you’ll get.

He’s the type to probably like cuddling the most either before bed or just after waking up when everything is at its most quiet.

Though he doesn’t always like to ruin the peace and quiet with too much talking, he’ll often murmur quietly to you if the mood feels right for it. Little compliments or praises mostly, even if it comes off a bit sudden.

Also very touchy, in his own way. You’ll often feel light touches of his fingers over your arm or a gentle caressing of your back.It isn’t very often he finds himself having the opportunity to really feel at ease, so he takes what he can get.

Please don’t be surprised if he’s often gone in the morning when you wake up if you have a tendency to sleep in. Unless there’s a ceasefire and he can afford to lay in for a bit, he prefers to stay punctual. At the very least he’ll probably leave you a little note to apologize in his own way.

[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

[anicyz]

Inspired by this tictok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRFBCWvx/?k=1 I saw it and couldn't not think of Wild doing the same thing 😆

It starts with a knock at the door.

It's later in the evening, sunset casting shadows through the windows, Wild and the others had returned to his home after a hard day's ride searching for tainted monsters.

From his station at the kitchen counter Wild drops his head back and groans but waves off the other heroes when they attempt to answer the persistent knocking.

Wild shuffles over but doesn’t actually open the door. Instead he grasps a small knob near the center of the wood and slides it to the right. With the knob comes a three inch wide, six inch long piece of wood providing Wild a small opening to look out of

“Hello?”

Whoever is on the other side of the door startles, bumping into the doorframe and from the sound of it, one of Wild's potted plants, before regaining their equilibrium, “Hello, yes, I’m here to let you know we’ve authorized a visit to your property regarding your lack of electricity license. We sent a letter but you didn’t reply so I’m here in person to inform you.”

Twilight tilts his head at the self important tone the man is attempting to use, confused as to whether or not he should join Wild at the door. Another flap of the champion’s hand has him sitting back in his seat.

More shuffling follows as the man on the other side of the door attempts to roll up and wedge a piece of parchment through the opening Wild has created.

Four looks at Legend with raised eyebrows and mouths “Electricity license?”

Legend shrugs.

Wild takes pity on the guy and pulls the paper through, unrolls it, spares a glance, and then flicks a switch on the wall. This switch turns on the convenient porch light Purah had forced onto him a few weeks ago.

He looks through the slat again, making sure to lock eyes with the man outside once he stops gaping at the blue light casting a ghoulish tint on his surroundings, “I don’t even own electricity.” Wild states.

As the man scrabbles for something to say Wild continues, “When is the visit?”

“You clearly- What?” The man interrupts his own sentence in shock.

“I won’t turn a visitor away.” Wild replies matter of fact, glancing back at the other heroes who are looking about as bewildered as the electricity man outside. “So when are they coming? I’d like to prepare.”

“Ah well, you know it’s down to the prosecution team, because your license ran out at the start of spring. Because-“

Wild talks over him, “Yeah I canceled it. I don’t use electricity.” As he speaks he gestures to Wind to turn on the odd mixer contraption he’d set up to, as he explained it, knead dough with.

Wind gleefully presses the button and its as loud as expected. It rattles, shakes, and buzzes in a clearly mechanical way.

The outraged fuming of the man outside has half the room holding in snickers.

“So you really don’t know when they’re coming? I don’t mind at all, I just need to know a few things.” Wild slides the slat halfway closed to obstruct their visitor’s view further and starts digging around the stacks of discarded traveling gear in the entryway.

“Well as far as I know they don’t make appointments they just show up.” The man’s voice increases in volume to be heard over the machine chugging away in the kitchen.

Time, sensing mischief, pads over to the traveling gear to help sort out what's what. This gets him a grin from the champion.

Wild pops his head back to the opening. He slides the slat to the side fast, it rattles and grinds for a second before he presses his face against the grain so his eyes are the only thing visible, “How will I be able to be prepared if I don’t know when they're coming?”

Wind shuts off the mixer and an exasperated huff comes from behind the door, “That’s the point, they don’t tell you when they’re coming! So if you’re using electricity without a license they’ll catch you at it!”

Wild leans back and hums, this is all very reasonable of course, “There’s not a lot of room to tie up horses out front though. So if they were going to come I’d need to get them myself from the stable entrance or move the horses elsewhere and that takes time to find a place for the horses.” Due to the man’s location at the front of the house he would have had to walk past the six or so horses the group had tied up out front.

“So you’d need to find a place and then move them, I understand.” The man replies, as if everyone in town also had six horses loitering about on their property.

Wild forges on, “Obviously, I got rid of my electricity so now whenever I have visitors I pick out customized candles for their lighting needs. It takes quite some time.”

The man on the other side of the door coughs and goes to speak again but is barreled over once more.

“All I would need to know is their favorite scent, favorite color,” Wild pauses here to peer through the slat again, “How fast they can run, and an emergency contact.”

There’s confused choking from the other side and Wild scoops up the bow and quiver held out by Time, drawing back and lining up a shot while continuing to speak in a calm, casual tone, “You know, since I’d obviously be liable if they were in my house.” He lets the shot fly, zipping through the opening and thudding into the post his mailbox sits on.

The man yelps and there is silence for a brief moment, then a high pitched squeak, “Let me get that sorted out with the no license feature for you shall I?”

Wild grins, slow and pleased, “You’d do that? Thanks very much.”

The last they hear from the other side of the door is a staccato of boots on cobblestone.

Wild turns back to the kitchen, brushing his hands off and donning his apron once more, “Freaking scammers, always trying to prey on the uninformed.” He clicks his tongue and picks up a measuring cup, “Did the recipe call for one cup of milk or two?

[folklorelise]

Captain’s girlfriend being the Mom of the survey corps

You are Levi’s girlfriend, and you LOVE taking care of these kids.

  - Background story

As a kid, you grew up next to Levi and his mother’s door. Your mothers knew each other since they used to work together. You and Levi very soon became inseparable. You would always play together during daytime; you would sleep together too because neither of you wanted to leave each other. You mother died when you were four, and very soon after that a farmer came and took you in. You tried to resist because you wanted to stay with Levi but the military police intervened. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to Levi and you were gone. Levi did not understand why from one day to another, you just disappeared. He asked his mom where you were, but she had no idea too.

”Is it because she doesn’t love me anymore?” Levi wondered.

”I’m sure she loves you, don’t worry about that my angel.” Kuchel reassured him while hugging him.

On your side, the farmer told you that he was your father. Your mother had succeeded, somehow, to send him a letter telling him how she knew she was sick. As a dying wish, she asked him to come and take care of you.

”I want to go back! I have a friend there and I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

”I’m sorry but the Underground is dangerous. You’re much safer here in wall Sina.”

Since then, you lived with your father helping him with the farms. Your father’s farm helped feeding the three military branches, so it was important to work hard. At the age of eighteen, it was time for you to choose a career. Younger, you thought about joining the training corps, but you father was against it, so you continued studying and finally began training as a nurse. You worked with Doctor Yeager a lot and once your trainings were completed, you decided to join the survey corps as nurse to help. You were twenty-one when that happened.

Your first friend was Hange. They would come into the infirmary very often due to their experiments. It was the only friendship you made since you arrived - you didn’t know how to make friends but Hange was very sociable, so they introduced you to Erwin and Mike. One day, you were eating with Hange in your office and you were talking about the latest news.

”Erwin just brought in three recruits!”

”Is that even allowed?” you asked surprised.

”Apparently. They were all against it because they’re from the underground. But I’ve seen them in action, and they are amazing. Even more because they had no training. You have to see them in action, because one of them, Levi, is truly a titan slayer god.” Hange blabbered.

”Levi?” you wondered, could it be your Levi? It has been a very long time, but he was only friend when you were a kid. Was he still alive? If so, did he change? Surprisingly, you still looked a lot like when you were a kid (according to your father).

”Yeah that’s his name, and his friends are here too — Isabel and Furlan. They are probably training right now if you want to meet them.”

”Why not!”

You finished your meal and went to the training grounds.

”FLAGON! Hi!” Hange screamed.

”Hange and my favourite nurse!” Flagon smiled, ”If you are here to meet my new members, they are killing titans.”

”Y/N come, let’s find them!”

Hange took your arm and run through the trees and once you spotted them, you stopped. They were good. One of them turned their head to where you and Hange were and for a second, you two made eye contact. He froze for a second but quickly continued to kill fake titans.

”Are you okay?” Hange asked you worried. ”You look like you’ve seen a titan.”

”No, I’m good but I have to go, I just remembered how I had some paperwork to do. Hm I’ll see you later!” you explained before running away.

Once the three of them were done training, they met Hange and Flagon again.

”Who was that girl?” Levi asked abruptly.

”Why do you care?” Flagon answered.

”Just tell me.” Levi urged clenching his teeth.

”That was our nurse.” Hange responded to avoid more conflict between the two of them.

”I want her name!” Levi growled exasperated.

”It’s Y/N, why?”

Levi didn’t answer Hange and just left rapidly. Isabel and Furlan were just as confused as the two squad leaders. You lock yourself in your office, panting a little because you ran to there. Levi knew where the infirmary was so he just knocks on your office’s door. He tried to open the door when you did not answer but it was locked.

”You’re a nurse, you can’t ignore your patients!” Levi yelled. ”Open the door now! Y/N!”

You unlocked the door and opened it slowly. You were scared to look at him so you’re eyes were fixed on his shoes. He gently pushed you inside so you would both have privacy. After a minute or two of silence, Levi suddenly took you in his arms.

”I thought that you were dead,” Levi mumbled, ”when you didn’t came that day, I thought that I’d never see you again.”

”I’m sorry,” you said hugging him back, ”a man came in when my mom died and he said that he was my father and since then, he took care of me. What about you? What are doing here? How’s your mom?” you asked softly.

”Erwin took us in,” Levi revealed briefly, ”and my mom died a few days after you were gone.”

”Oh... I’m so sorry about that.” you said looking at him.

”I’m glad you’re here.”

Since that day, you two spent all your free time together. Very soon enough, you met Levi’s friends. You loved spending time with them, and everything was fine. Until that expedition, where both Furlan and Isabel died. You tried your best to be there for Levi but it was difficult between all the amount of work you had to do after each expedition. So, at night, you would sneak into his room that he used to share with Furlan, but now it was just him. Levi was on his bed, curled up on himself. You would just lay beside him, with your arms around him. You were sleeping together just like you used to when you were kids. Since that day, Levi never let you go back to your old bed.

  - First meeting with the 104th cadets

As head of the medical team, you volunteered to do rounds at the training headquarters because some of the kids were incredibly clumsy. It was the first week of training and you would constantly be visited by Eren. That kid was way too into trainings and wouldn’t mind hurting himself.

”Eren you should really calm down a little bit on the trainings.”

”No! I have to become a survey corps soldier so I can defeat ALL THE TITANS!” Eren screamed determined. Mikasa behind who just grab Eren and forced him to sit on his chair so you could stitch him up.

  —————

  The next kid that you would often see was Armin. He was constantly cold during winter and you would order him to rest instead of training. He would have to stay with you because otherwise, he would continue training because he was determined to pass his evaluations.

”If I rest too long, I’ll forget everything!” Armin tried to explain.

”I don’t want you to get hurt if you work out while being sick like this. You would have to wear so many layers of clothes that you couldn’t even put your ODM gear on.”

Once, you had to come urgently because Armin got extremely sick during winter. And he requested to have you here because apparently, sick Armin is really picky. You couldn’t refuse of course. You took the medicine you had for a cold and some extra blankets because you knew there was not any at the training corps and left. Armin was curled up on himself with his winter coat as well as Mikasa’s on top him.

”Armin, hey, I’m here.” you woke him up gently by sitting next to him.

”My head...” Armin whimpered.

”I know, I asked another nurse to boil some water and. It’s going to get better,” you reassured him, ”here’s some extra blankets I took for you.” you showed him the two blankets and put them on him and took off the coats.

After a few days of intense care from you, Armin started to feel better already. But never enough for him to go back training and once you heard him talking with Eren and Mikasa.

”If I’m better now she’s going to leave and that means no more bedtime stories or anything!”

That night you told him that you had to leave because the survey corps had an expedition, he next morning.

”But you’re not a survey corps soldier.” Armin said confused.

”But I am the nurse assigned for the expeditions.”

”What? But isn’t that too dangerous?”

”I had a lot of training believe me, and I have been doing that for five years now so I think I’m good. But thank you for worrying about me.” you laughed softly. ”I’ll be back in a few weeks alright?”

Armin only nodded and fell back to sleep.

  —————

  Reiner would constantly come for minor injuries or fake ones just because he liked hanging out in the infirmary. Reiner was too adorable for you to send him away. Bertolt would very often be with Reiner, and he would too often apologise for Reiner behaviour.

”I know you must be very busy, We shouldn’t bother you any longer.” Bertolt would blabber.

”Not at all! You kids are too adorable and nice for me to throw you outside.” you reassured them which would always lead to you giving them a hug after. You would remember the first time you hugged Reiner, he back up so brutally that it just confused you.

”What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?” you asked worried.

”No! I-I was just... surprised.”

”Well get used to that then.” you joked before hugging him again.

  —————

  You remember once Jean broke his arm so he couldn’t eat by himself and you had to feed him his soup and bread. Jean was sitting with his friend, but he couldn’t go and grab his food and earlier you had told him to wait for you. Five minutes after, you appeared next to him with his soup and bread and fruit.

”Thanks Y/N but I think I can eat by myself.” Jean said with a grin. You didn’t leave and instead just watched him struggle with his left arm. He would spill half of his spoon on the table but he didn’t ask for help. You took the spoon out of his hand and took a spoonful of soup and blow on it so it wouldn’t be too hot. You put your hand under the spoon and expected Jean to eat the food without protest but that didn’t happen.

”Jean, just eat the food.”

”No! I-”

”Open your mouth before I make you.” you ordered with a firm voice.

Everyone was surprised by your tone since you were always so calm and patient. Jean stopped protestant and ate his food. Once you were done you cleaned his plates and went back to your office without another word. Just before you were ready to go back to the survey corps headquarters, your door opened on Jean.

”Shouldn’t you be sleeping at this hour?” you asked softly.

”I...” he hesitated while blushing a little, ”I’m sorry about earlier. You just — you were just helping me, and I was... a jerk...”

”Jean, it’s fine.”

”You promise?”

”I promise, don’t worry. Now go back to bed, I have to leave soon.”

”When are you coming back?”

”Very soon, so until then, ask Marco to help you eat.”

    - The night of the ceremony

Erwin was delivering his prepared speech, that he had practiced on you and Levi a least a thousand times. You would listen to him attentively in front of the crow. And in the end, only a bunch of them stayed. You would of course see Eren, Armin and Mikasa together. You greeted them and everyone else. You saw Jean sitting alone — you were surprised to see him here since you thought that he would join the MP. Your approached him and sat next to him.

”Are you okay? Where’s Marco?” you wondered.

”Marco’s dead.”

You didn’t say anything and just took Jean in your arms. He rested his head on you shoulder and cried a little.

    - Jean can sleep after Marco’s death

You were in Levi’s office, doing paperwork with him as usual.

”You love these kids too much.” Levi stated.

”What? I like them a little.”

”Oh please. You spent all your free during these last three years with them.”

”It’s my job to take care of them.” you laughed.

”They weren’t even that badly injured.”

”Aw, were you jealous? You just have to tell me and I’m all yours.” you teased him.

”You already are.” Levi expressed with a smirk.

”Oh, I’m out of tea, I’ll be right back.” you warned Levi before leaving, but not before a kiss to your boyfriend.

You walked to the kitchen with your two cups and boiled some water. You poured some water in your cups and left the kitchen which leads to the mess hall. A small figure was sitting alone at the back. You walked closer to that person and quickly noticed Jean.

”Can’t sleep?” you asked softly.

”Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing Marco’s half body just lying there... alone.”

”I know it’s hard, especially because you just spent three entire years with him.” you sat next to him, ”but you need to rest. You are part of the survey corps now and it’s a lot of work.”

”I can’t fall asleep...”

”Go back to bed and I’ll be there, I just have to take these,” you showed the cups of tea, ”to someone and I’ll be there okay?”

He nodded and left. You ran to Levi’s office and told him what happened.

”You love these kids too much.” Levi repeated.

”I’m sorry, it’s just...”

”Y/N, it’s fine,’ Levi reassured you smiling, ”plus, I know how that Jean boy is your favourite so just go but come back to bed with me!” Levi screamed as you ran out of his office as soon as he said it was fine.

Once in front of Jean’s bedroom that he shared with Connie, you opened the door gently. Connie was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed. Jean was sitting on his bed waiting for you. You sat next to him and took off your shoes.

”I once managed to get a guy who would only sleeps three hours top every night to have a better schedule of sleep. So, I think I can get you to sleep.” you told Jean.

Jean had his head on your lap, and you sat against the wall. You started to tell one of the stories your dad used to tell you when you couldn’t sleep. While doing that, you would of course play with his hair because according to Levi ”that sh!t’s amazing to help me sleep so do it”. Soon after Jean fall asleep. You wanted to leave but he had his arms around you too tight. After an hour of waiting, Levi opened the door with a confused expression.

”What are you still doing here?” Levi asked quietly.

”Jean isn’t letting me go.” you showed his arms around you.

”I’m going to kill that boy tomorrow when training!” Levi yelled softly.

Levi then helped you get out of Jean’s arms. You kissed his forehead before leaving him sleep.

”I’m never going to say this enough but you love these kids too much.”

”I do.” you confessed.

”You shouldn’t.”

”I know, they are strange-”

”No. I’m saying this because if they end up dying in the next few expeditions, you’ll never get over it. And I don’t like seeing you all sad.” he explained.

”I knoow, but I can’t help it if they are all so adorable!”

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