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pxgeturner · 1 year

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fifinnj ikn.

where.

where he.

hm. overstimulation-

you feel your in-the-spotlight boyf fade away. he reminds you that he is very much there for you (actor!finnick x not famous!reader in a current-day!au)

an. ok. mer my love, I tried hard you gotta understand 😭. I had a plan. but it ended up not like raw sex how I wanted but more making love. yeah that's it. the main sex scene is so lovey dovey. I hope that's okie. it's what my brain wanted ig. I'm so, so glad I'm finally getting this to you. I hope you love it like I do.

ALSO. to the person who asked "where's my baby finnick???" I hope you're satisfied because this is a bigger piece than I've written in a long time.

warnings: bits of angst, smut 😇, cumming at the same time (we <3 a man w good timing), public sex (under the table), teasing, oral (f!receiving), finnick's smirk

wc: 2k

Lately, finnick is never home. that’s a lie, he comes home to sleep. finnick is never home at any time when he could actually see you. he goes out to the shoot, hangs out with his friends, and comes home whenever he likes. whenever you try to sit him down for a meal, his agent calls, or his manager, or the producer of the project, or the director, or the costume designer, or his friends.

you can’t say the love is gone, you still have little moments of affection. him kissing your temple as he slips into bed, him kissing your hand before he walks out the door, making breakfast together on the few days he doesn’t have to go in too early.

you know he loves you, and that once filming comes to a wrap, romance will resume to normal. But you feel so lonely.

…

“want to go to a dinner party?” you roll your eyes at him, continuing to polish your toes, perched on the tub ledge.

“no way in hell would katniss willingly throw a dinner party. And peeta would never make her.”

“it’s a haymitch and effie soiree.”

“oh, so it’s a soiree now?”

finnick lathers shaving cream with the kabuki brush & bowl set you got him for christmas last year. “you know effie,”

“i'm surprised you’re inviting me,” you say with a bittersweet honestly. he sets the brush back into the bowl, turning to you.

“sweetheart,”

You sigh, “you’re just so busy lately, finn. It’s like strictly work and friends for the past couple of months.”

he kneels on the bathroom tiles, you internally shiver because he’s getting his robe dirty.

you arch your brow at him.

“we need this, right?”

“you don’t. you don’t need me. you don’t need anyone... i need you, though.” your eyes start to sting and your throat closes up a bit.

finnick springs into action, gently grabbing your hand that’s paused on the nail polish cap “baby, baby, you don’t need to worry. it’s you and me.” he kisses the knuckles, transferring shaving cream onto your hand. he looks up at you with those sea-green, puppy-dog eyes. "be my date tomorrow night?"

he ate you out that night. down right making out with your pussy. every swipe of his tongue felt like an apology. so sweet, sugar-coated, he was making up for lost time. it was like he was telling you he loves you through your cunt. which felt so absurd a thought when you had it, you laughed out loud. that was the only time finn came up for air, “what? has it been that long? have i lost my touch?” he mocked worry. you told him you got distracted, and to up his game; which he did. you lost count of how many times he made you cum.

you roll over, wanting to bump into finnick, feel his warmth. you landed on cold sheets instead of your warm boyfriend. so you got up, put on the robe finnick left on the floor and made yourself some tea.

you’re starting to hate weekends. finnick’s job makes him work around the clock, and this place was finn’s place before it was your together place. you wish he moved into your place, that way you could look around and see memories that didn’t just involve him.

you put on this green maxi slip dress tha finnick loves on you and a white fur you found at a boutique a few days ago, some big hoop earrings and a green onyx ring. the door opens. finnick. you two are going to be so late for dinner, he still has to get dressed. He pops his head into the bedroom. he’s already dressed.

his jaw drops into that cheeky face he makes. “babe, you got all dolled up for me? you’re so lovely.”

“can you for once say something that isn’t at all smug?”

“something,” he flourishes his arms.

“very funny, finn. and this isn’t for you, it’s for me. I haven’t seen out friends in a while and i want to look nice.” that's mostly true, although you did actively decide to wear his favorite color.

“ah, yes, of course.” he slides up next to you in front of the vanity.

“how are you ready?” he grabs one of his cologne bottles.

“you know i have a change of clothes for every occasion in my trunk. and i'm not ready just yet,” he shakes the bottle slightly.

“ah, yes the travel closet. how very crazy rich asians of you.”

“i'm the real-life peik lin.”

…

being at effie and haymitch’s was like fresh air after holding your breath. typically, you didn’t need anyone else to feel alive. but, you don’t know anyone at your new job, and you feel kind of aimless. you’re not sure if you’re going in the right direction anymore

peeta nudges you, “how’s work?”

you fidget with your ring. “new things are always an adjustment.”

a warm hand lands on your thigh. you look at finnick, he smiles, squeezing your thigh.

“you’ll be fine, once you’re all settled, you’ll knock their socks off.” katniss smiles at you.

“effie, did you hire a new chef?”

“why, yes i did, dear! of course you are the one who noticed, you always have had the best test!” she giggles, “aside from me, of course!” you were relieved effie took your bait. You want to focus on something else other than yourself.

“doesn’t my sugar look absolutely divine?” finnick quips as he starts bunching up your skirt. a chorus of agreement comes in response. by the time someone resumes conversation, he has your dress piled at the bend of your hips. his fingers dance his way over to your clothed sex. immediately, he presses a finger right on your clit. it sends a jolt through you at you sit up a little straighter.

peeta gives you a look that says everything alright? And you give him a gentle smile back.

“hey sweetheart,” haymitch asks, looking at you.

“mm, mmm?” finnick’s making circles around your clit making you dizzy.

you try extra hard to listen to what he says, “i know you said you’re doing that day job but how’s your passion treating you?”

“fashion is a tough industry to get into, let alone do right.” hopefully your voice doesn’t betray you.

finnick tucks your panties to one side and slips a finger inside. you yelp, mouth closed.

“you alright, sugar?”

“bit my lip while chewing.”

“aw, baby, you have to be more careful,” patronizing ass.

finnick teases you on an off throughout the night. actively at least, he keeps his finger inside of you for the rest of the meal. Every now and then you’d purposely clench around it, to spur him on. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

on the ride home, you sat scooted as close to the window as possible.

“you are cocky,”

you look at him, he’s smiling, big and proud. “low,”

“and sexy?” you glare at him. what a pompous boyfriend you have.

“...yes.” you roll your eyes.

he holds your hand, “you looked so sexy tonight, baby. i couldn’t resist.”

“that was the first time i’d seen them in months!”

“aw, did you not have fun, sugarcube?”

“i did, but damn you finnick, why does everything have to be a spectacle with you?”

“but you did such a good job of being discreet, babe, there wasn’t any spectacle tonight.”

you let out a small giggle.

“i’m trying to make everything better, baby.” you hold hands the rest of the way

…

Your boyfriend follows you into the apartment, practically nipping at your heels. He gets his hands on your hips, tugging you back into his chest. He nips and sucks at your neck, hands roaming.

“You’re so impatient,”

“You’re so tempting.” he picks you up fireman style, carrying you over to the bed. He slips the dress off of you.

he’s everywhere. your neck, chest, tummy, thighs, kissing your body up and down. yesterday, sure he had your legs shaking and you forgiving him, but today he’s loving you in the way he used to. In a way that has a piece of your soul click back into place.

you arch your back into him, finnick eventually settles on you chest, kissing, nipping, sucking, squeezing. loving you without words. he takes a quick moment to rid himself of his pants, literally smothering himself in your gorgeous tits.

“finn– finn– what are you doing?” you laugh.

he comes back up. he takes off his suit and rips his shirt. “i’m doing what needs to be done so i can love you and this beautiful fucking pussy, doll.”

You look at him, eyebrow cocked “so my pussy is more beautiful than i am?”

“you are the sum of your parts, baby.” he runs a hand through your hair. “it just so happens that you have the most exquisite pussy.”

“then why aren’t you touching it?” you test him. he slips a couple of fingers into you without missing a beat.

“what were you saying, sugar?” he rubs up against your g-spot. “c’mon you were about to say something.”

“just- just, finn–”

“it’s okay, sugar, I got you baby, I know what you need.” he slips his fingers out, and you whine. but he doesn’t leave you much room to complain, pushing himself into you.

oh. my. god. he hasn’t felt this good in so long. trying to stay in control during this hell of a month is torture. during the time you two have been together, he hasn’t taken on any projects. well, there was that one time he was brought on as a late-stage producer when one dropped out. but that wasn’t nearly as time consuming as acting was. finnick never noticed how isolated he is during a shooting period. other than the occasional fling with a co-star, he really didn’t have any sort of relationships. but know he has you and you are such a delicious little distraction. but honestly, celibacy does not suit him.

initially, he thrusts into you slowly. he wanted to savor this, but you’re just too good. and it’s been too long. and he missed this pussy. last night was just a taste. he’s prepared to keep you here all fucking week if he has to. he lifts your torso up, slipping a pillow under your hips, and as he lays you back down, he kisses you.

“I missed you,” you breath into his lips.

“i’m right here sweetheart. I’m all yours, I’ll be forever yours, my girl.” he kisses your temple, making a trail down to your breasts. “fuuuck,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth. he has never (and I mean never) loved a pair of breasts more than your tits. they are goddamn perfect. no one could tear him away from you. if you’d let him, he’d spend an entire day under one of you (his) pajama shirts, his face to your chest, it would be the best day of his life. his hands squeeze your hips. the way you pussy-- it’s fucking glorious. he wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad--

“finn,” you feel him twitch,

if you keep saying his name the way you are, he might just explode. “finn-finnick!” he has a thumb on your clit. he needs you to cum first. You always cum first. It’s his rule. you're tugging at his hair. And your gripping him like a vice. “finn, please,”

“there’s my good girl.”

just in time. You two arch into each other an finnick bottoms out in you, losing himself in your warmth. and as he collapses to your side, and you give him your cute little sleepy smile, he thinks one thing.

I'm so serious about keeping you here all week. he decides that he’ll let you nap for half an hour. he collects supplies, food water etc. and emails your work that your amazing boyfriend has set up a surprise vacation and will be gone for a few days.

you wake up to the sound of an alarm and a nip at your thigh.

#nsfw.giselle #¡elia! 🪷#my writing #finnick my love #the hunger games #the hunger games finnick #thg finnick #the hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick ordar x you #finnick angst #finnick smut

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lionmythflower · 6 months

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lmao not me rewatching the nutcracker and the four realms.

But I actually can't stop laughing.

"That diabolical little mouse!"

"We just have to ask you some questions princess" "this is ridiculous"

"How do u describe ur sympathies towards rodents in general?" "........ Well-" "thank you, good, alright"

"My mother, she.... She died." *dramatic gasps*

Miss sugar plum Fairy stop lying ma'am

I'm gonna slap her

*weird giggling* ".... She doesn't know" HELP

"She tried to take control of the other realms" what bullshit. I can't remember shit of what happens I know damn well that miss sugar plum aint the good one here

HOW DID THEY MAKE MAKE THOSE DRESSES SO FAST I MEAN I KNOW THEIR MAGIC WHAT WHAT THE FUCK

"Do u like it?" "I love it" who are u lying to that hair looks so bad

Miss sugar plum needs to stfu her voice is giving me a headache

Ooooh ballet

Oh it's abt the story of the four realms ok...

I actually can't remember anything from this movie

was the hot air balloon from that one version of wizard of oz rlly necessary

I promise I actually do like this movie I js love hating on movies no matter how much I love them (another example is

"Beastly women. There's nothing motherly abt her" OKAY U KNOW WHAT U CAN SHUT UP THANKS

OH I REMEMBER SOME OF IT NOW. THERE'S SMTH TO DO W THE ENGINES

AND WHAT'S HER NAME THE MAIN CHARACTER GIRL FIXES THE MACHINE OR AT LEAST FINDS THE KEY AND THEN SHE REALISES THAT SUGAR PLUM IS EVIL AND THEN SMTH HAPPENS I THINK SHE JOINS MOTHER GINGERS SIDE OR SMTH IDK

Sugar plum speaking French is annoying me sm. Like ok I get ur the pretty fairy women but fuck off please-

Oh the girl is named Clara

Bro crows are scary as fuck

Someone get this girl a pantsuit why is she always running around in dresses

Clara: gets pulled into a dark hole.

Captain: GOES IN AFTER HER

what the fuck

What in the name of Russian dolls-

OMG MOTHER GINGER

we love her

She looks so badass

Help not captain js struggling w the puppet things

Mother Ginger is the only sensible one here

I actually can't remember what the egg thing does

That owl is fucking everywhere

Also we love captain

And hate sugar plum

CLARA DON'T BE AN IDIOTS PLS

CAPTAIN

CAPTAIN PLS U KNOW THIS IS A BAD IDEA

HELPPPP

CLARA PLS

CLARA

CLARA ITS A TRAP YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN

alr miss sugar plum u can go die actually

Omg the mouse

Oh look they're in the dungeon

Help not her yelling at captain like he didn't nothing to you 😭😭

HELP WAIT HE ACTUALLY HAS A NAME????

Phillip omg

Guys no I need another snack to deal with this women absolutely not

Okie I got some chocolates we're good now

Bro I still have like 33 minutes left in this movie

Thank god she's actually calling him by his name now

HELP PHILLIP AND THE MOUSE ARE SO FUNNY

Oh damn careful there CLARA

Hun ur dress is ummm a bit dirty...

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE ADS.

guys we pay for Disney + and we still have ads what the fuck. This is bigotry at it's worst

Poor mother ginger her face is fucking cracked bro

YES KNOCK OVER THOSE SOLDIERS

SHOOT.

CLARA RUN

oh boy

YES CLARA FIGHT THOSE TOY SOLDIERS

if any of y'all hurt phillip I will be coming after u

Omg mouse tower yes we love them

I HATE SUGAR PLUM SO MUCH

CLARA PLS

CLARA FIGURE SMTH OUT

PHILLIP IF U DIE ISTG

SUGAR PLUM BRO LITERALLY JUST UGHHHH

die.

NO NO NO NO

OMG NO

HAHAHA

OMG YES

damn she's a doll now

I don't feel bad

If phillip and clara kiss I'mma cry

Omg we love the mouse and phillip

Oh dear

No. No no no

DON'T YOU DARE

Oh damn actually that's crazy

Omg the one movie where the girl and the guy who are friends don't actually have to kiss at the end thank god

Bro did a double take when her dad said I'm sorry

The father daughter relationship between them is crazy 😐 (im envious. I don't have a good relationship like that w either of my parents)

Damn the movie's over

#the nutcracker #the nutcracker and the four realms #clara stahlbaum #? i think

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robynmizore · 6 months

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Redemption April Fool’s Special Chapter:

The REAL Story of Conquest

Omg hai ^___^ I’m Robyn and I absolutely luuuv @@ games <3 and my fav is Fire Emblem!!! Okies so anyways, im going to tell you about the BEST day of my life when I met my hot husband Takumi!! <333333333 OMFGZ HE WAS SOOOOO FREAKIN KAWAII IN PERSON!!! Supa kawaii desu!!!!!!!! ^______________________________^ When I walked into Hoshido ==I looked up and saw…TAKUMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333!!!! “ KONNICHIWA OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SUPA SUPA SUPA KAWAII KUJO-SAMA!!!!!” I yelled n___n then he turned chibi then un-chibi!! he looked at me [O.O;;;;;;;;;;;] and then he saw how hot I am ** he grabbed my hand and winked ~_ then pulled me behind a pocky shop o.o and started to kiss me!!!!!! [OMG!!! HIS TONGUE TASTED LIKE PINEAPPLE!!! RLY!! . <.< .< (O) (O) (O)] then I saw some baka fat bitch watching us and I could tell she was undressing him with her eyes!!!!!!! [ -________- ;;;;; OMG I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! (ò_ó) (ò_ó) (ò_ó)] so I yelled “UH UH BAKA NEKO THAT’S MY MAN WHY DON’T YOU GO HOOK UP WITH RYOMA CAUSE TAKUMI-SAMA LOVES ME!!! (ò_ó)” then Takumi held me close == and said he would only ever love me and kissed me again!!!!!!! ** (O)/ then we went to his castle and banged all night long and made 42 babies and they all became BEAUTIFUL PINEAPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nyaaaaa!!! (^<) ^_____________;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

“W-what the hell?!” Niles spluttered after reading that horrid abomination, throwing it across the room.

“Robyn, you said you were going to write a crack fic chapter today!” everyone’s favorite family friendly 😉 comedic relief seethed.

The authoress, lovingly named after the Goddess of Fate herself, threw her hands up in the air.

“I did!” she protested.

“That is NOT what they meant! This is abuse of the senses!” Niles yelled.

“Well I’m sorry, I thought it was hilarious!” The authoress crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want then?”

The thief pondered this for a moment, then a wicked smirk crept on his features.

“Say.. do you remember why you wrote this tale in the first place?”

She nodded.

“Good good..”

Niles circled the room slowly, and he could feel the gears in his head turning.

“Why don’t you give it.. a better ending. Maybe something just a little more.. chaotic?”

The pair traded mischievous smirks. After all.. this whole novel was inspired by a particular wall scene. This was going to be very fun.

Warning.. profanity and EXTREME cringe

“OMG CORRIN!”

Nohr and Hoshido (except Takumi, the only reasonable one) squealed obnoxiously.

They all met up in a field because Nohr is full of assholes and decided the Hoshidan royalty did not deserve to grieve their dead mother, and needed to be thrown into a brutal war immediately after. Did they actually do anything to deserve it? Nope, but Daddy Garon hates peace and decided everyone needed to die for an even bigger Daddy Anankos.

“OMG CORRIN!!” Camilla squealed, waving her mommy milkers in everyone’s face.

“OMG CORRIN! Hurry up and ditch your blood family already!” Leo said with an eye roll. “I know dad tried to make you kill two innocent people from Hoshido, but like, he’s not that bad!”

“No, come with us!” Ryoma called. “We don’t abuse you!”

“Aw, we only locked them in a tower for years and years!” Elise protested.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMM…..”

Corrin thought deeply and logically about this.

“I choose… NOHR!”

“What, why?!” the Hoshidan siblings yelled.

“Oh, I wanna know why dad tried to kill me. So I’ve decided I’m walking back into a castle full of Nohrians to ask him. Also, I like my Nohrian siblings. Anyways, see ya!”

(Later in the Nohrian castle)

“Dad, did you try to kill me?” Corrin asked.

“No.” Garon deadpanned, clearly annoyed that Corrin returned alive.

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Whatever. Anyways, I need you to go to this super dangerous forest where you could easily die to prove I can trust you. Alone. Also if anyone tries to help you I’ll kill them.”

“Yep that’s totally not a red flag or anything!” Corrin replied.

Corrin’s next adventures consisted of similar stupidity- I mean missions, until that fateful day on Port Dia.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Takumi shouted when he confronted the Nohrian army, only to see Corrin complaining about having to fight their Hoshidan siblings.

“Ugh..” the prince groaned, facepalming as he let out a slow breath to collect himself, then shouted

“WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ACTIONS… HAVE…CONSEQUENCES?!?!?!”

“They do?” Corrin asked, frowning. “But I have plot armor!”

“Oh that’s it.. I’m taking away your water privileges on turn ten!” Takumi seethed.

After a furious battle, Corrin, who is now magically a master tactician despite growing up locked in a tower, managed to take out the pineapple haired, bow wielding menace.

“Hahaha loser, get out!” Corrin said smugly. “If you do, we won’t kill you. Probably.”

“Gee thanks, you’ve all really proven yourselves trustworthy, especially after killing BOTH MY PARENTS UNDER THE GUISE OF PEACE!” Takumi snapped. “And our civilians!”

“How rude. Mommy should beat some manners into you!” Camilla gasped, her mommy milkers flopping everywhere because ✨ fanservice ✨

“Nah let him be mad. He’s justified. Still gonna make him suffer unnecessarily tho.” Corrin replied.

“If it weren’t for you, Mother and our civilians would be alive!” Takumi shouted, causing Corrin to glitch out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!!!”

Then Takumi was seized with a horrible headache and retreated, swearing vengeance for his mother’s murder.

“Wow he has issues!” Camilla mommy milkers exclaimed.

That night, Corrin scribbled into their diary instead of responsibly planning the next battle.

“Dear diary.” Corrin bitched.

“Takumi hates me for literally no reason. Wtf even is his problem?!

-Super Triggered.”

“OMG CORRIN! Have you planned for the next battle?” Jakob asked.

“SHUT UP JAKOB, I HAVE PLOT ARMOR!!” Corrin screeched.

Later, Elise fell violently ill and Ryoma refused to let them get medicine, and Corrin yelled at them that they were a jerk despite killing Hoshido’s queen, civilians, and terrorizing their kingdom (also Nohr kinda did the same thing in Birthright to Takumi soooo.. payback?) so they were forced to break a bunch of poisonous pots with only one healer. Then they encountered Takumi again while trying to quell a totally reasonable and expected uprising.

“Wow, dad’s kinda mean. I should just ignore it though.” Corrin remarked.

Hans decided to come and “help” after giving a totally fake apology in which Corrin was immediately like

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Yo.” Takumi said, shooting Corrin with an arrow.

“OH MY GODS THERE’S A PERSON HERE?!” Corrin screeched.

“I’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME, MORON!” Takumi fired back. “I’m literally standing in the dark with a glowing bow!”

“You could have killed me!” Corrin whined, making Takumi face-palm.

“That was the point!”

Then Scarlet showed up.

“Wow, traitor.” Camilla mommy milkers whined.

“Corrin literally did the same thing.” Takumi deadpanned.

“OMG CORRIN!! LEAVE THEM ALONE THEY’RE PERFECT!” Elise simped.

“QUIET NOHRIAN SCUM!” Takumi snapped, firing.

“Wow ok hater. If you’d just have a reasonable discussion, my totally fair ruler of a dad would end this peacefully even though we keep launching unprovoked attacks on you.” Corrin said.

“If I kill all Nohrians, maybe this head pain will go away.” Takumi muttered, and everyone conveniently ignored Takumi’s obvious mental struggles.

Once again, Nohr won. Azura ignored Takumi’s clear signs of possession, Hans went on a killing spree, Corrin weakly protested in which Hans replied

“Nope. Daddy Garon said so.”

“Where’s the justice?!” Corrin gasped stupidly.

“Meh. Idk.” Camilla mommy milkers replied. “But Daddy Garon will kill me if I disobey so just ignore all red flags.”

“Ok, I believe you!” Corrin said.

Later, there was an assassination attempt on Daddy Garon by this songstress who looked and sounded exactly like Azura but totally wasn’t for some reason. After that Azura conveniently showed Corrin a magical crystal that showed them that Daddy Garon was GASP a slime monster!!!

Hm.. should I tell my siblings? Corrin pondered, then started glitching out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!”

Nah, let’s just destroy Hoshido and disregard everyone’s feelings. Especially Takumi. Screw that guy.

Corrin’s next “adventures” involved killing some guys for his boots (in the name of peace ofc), almost getting blown up by ninjas while also escorting Saizo through his suicide attacks for one measly speedwing. Corrin also had to take a good look for like an hour or so before using a dragon vein lest their army be cut off.

Then they saved the Hoshidan royals, everyone went OMG CORRIN!! (Except Takumi, who was so reasonably salty by this bs, he threw himself across the table when Hinoka asked him to pass the salt) Elise bullied Sakura, Corrin became a furry killer, Xander got beat up by some wind and a pack of Bolt Naginata using Falcon Knights. Oh, also Lilith died at some point and we’re all supposed to care for some reason.

Then Corrin beat up a small child (aka Sakura) in the name of peace, tied her up, and had her watch a bunch of defenseless soldiers get brutally murdered right before her eyes right after promising peace because Daddy Garon said so. And then at last came the fateful day that inspired this whole tale in the first place. Oh how differently it was going to end today. Because a devilish one-eyed thief paid our favorite second prince of Hoshido a nice visit and left him a nice little present…

“Ow, what the hell are these hard objects?!” Corrin yelped, ripping one out of their bare foot.

They were at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, aka Takumi’s wall of doom. Filled with the frustrated screams of Fire Emblem players alike. And at the very top of the wall stood Takumi in all his silver pineapple-haired glory, Fujin Yumi in hand.

“Your invasion of Hoshido ends now, Corrin!” Takumi yelled. “Everywhere in Hoshido is covered in LEGO. I hope you feel the excruciating pain we felt when you chose Nohr-“

“SCREW THIS! I’M PLAYING BIRTHRIGHT!!” Corrin yelled.

“You’re.. what?” Takumi asked in confusion, then Corrin performed an Emmeryn off the wall.

“…..”

Takumi watched Corrin fall with a neutral look on his face.

“Oh look..”

His expression abruptly shifted.

“..The trash took itself out. ..Wait.”

Then he saw Iago The Douche Bird Mage cackling with delight and fired an arrow, knocking him off the wall too.

“There.” Takumi said, his expression back to normal.

Meanwhile, Hinata was paging curiously through a book a certain daydreamer dropped during the fight.

“..Hey Lord Takumi? Some Nohrian weirdo wrote a romantic story about you and…. Prince Leo?! They called it.. Leokumi?”

“Oh, is that so?” Prince Takumi replied calmly, his hazel gaze shifting to Leo, who was calling Forrest a disgrace and calmly fired another arrow, knocking Leo off the wall too.

“Perfect.”

Then Takumi went to defeat Nohr, married the beautiful Goddess of Fate (named Robyn) then went to live happily ever after.

Niles: Meanwhile in someone else’s Fire Emblem Fates play through~

Happy April Fool’s Day lmao. Real chapter of Redemption will be out Sunday xD

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nyxokal · 2 years

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This is a bunch but! 3 8 9 11 18 19 for the ttrpg character ask

OKIE DOKIE I only have Lucy in the brain rn so I'll be answering w Lucy, BUT:

Would/do they know how to drive a car? Are they/would they be good at it?

Yes!! He has!! Bc our game has cars in it and he's actually not too bad at driving if you don't count the time he crashed like three times!! AKJGEKLAJG Still he'd rather help being GPS though but he's excited to take the steering wheel every now and then until he's actually behind the wheel and he realizes he hates focusing on it

What is the most interesting thing that they regularly carry on their person?

He lost most of his personal possessions actually, so he doesn't have anything that interesting on him right now. Does carry a bunch of magic items though, like a Ring of Spell Storing his friends put spells into for his protection, or a couple of swords he failed to come up with names for and ended up naming Left and Right

Who do they admire? Why?

Several people! He admires his friends for each of their individual strengths, the ways they see the world, the ways they influence his life. He really relies on them and trusts them to guide him in the right direction if he loses his own way. Lucy ALSO admires his twin sister for being such a cool headed figure in his life and also being crown princess/queen, and the rest of his family. He admires more people than he'd like to admit

Lucy also admires literally every single magic user he's ever met, since he's unable to do it himself and he thinks it's really cool to be able to do something so amazing

What does a usual outfit of theirs look like?

High neck shirt + jacket + pants + gloves and he's good to go tbh. Doesn't like his forearms covered by sleeves nor to wear too many layers. Also, he'd wear suits and vests and dress shirts just as much as he'd wear a huge comfy sweater and/or tight shirts. He's malleable

Have they ever had their heart broken?

A few times :') comes with the whole "I'm a prince" deal, and he never acted upon his own feelings until recently, so more often than not they'd move on from him just as he wanted them to... but it didn't mean it didn't hurt

Have they ever been in love?

Yes!! He's had a lot of crushes throughout his lifetime, but he just recently(ish) started dating his boyfriend, Arolas, and he's never been happier. Arolas really does push him in the right direction, too--seems to be the only guy who knows how to push Lucy to the correct direction when he tries to be stupid and take on more than he realistically can

#asketh #beaubambabey #vtdmposting

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wooahaes · 1 year

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hii its tattoo anon again <3 i just wanted to update you i loved cheols part of uts and cheol is one of my biases and i am so in love with his part!! i found this series almost a year ago and its bittersweet now that it has ended. i am so excited to see what comes next for the poly fic and your new works in general. i also hope that u saw my last message!! also i wanted to ask because idk if i didnt realize it or missed it but did you ever reveal who gave mouse the little stuffed mouse? if im not mistaken was it jeonghan? i have been wanting to figure out who it was but idk if i got it wrong lol. have a good day!

omg hi lovely!! i 100% saw ur last message and meant to respond and then. either forgot or got busy w school stuff, im blanking on which is it which probably just means it slipped my mind :( sorry!!

im literally gonna copy it over here and answer both this ask + the previous one to make it easier so uhh long response under the readmore !! i hope that's okay :(

okie dokie ill address this ask first

hi!!! you've been following the series since like... very close to the beginning then haha which is v v sweet and ill sob rn!!

i think i mentioned jeonghan working on the lil plush mouse during cheol UtS but didn't address it further, but yes! it was going to come up during poly fic at some point where he made all of the plushies for each person as a way of like. giving ppl comfort, esp when they show up & don't join the group at first (so that they have Something there w them, im the kind of person who needs something in my arms in order to sleep haha so that's where it's mainly coming from).

and for ur last ask:

hi its me again the tattoo anon LOL. i just wanted to reply to what you said and im so glad that i made you happy with what i said and i genuinely mean it. this is a little vulnerable but ever since i started liking svt i think a major reason why i love them so much is because they are a big group of friends and i have friends, but not that many so stanning svt in general is so comforting because of the closeness of all of them but finding this fic was like. a fucking dream for me because them being such a big close knit group and it being like the found family trope is perfect and the way you write and portray them is so comforting. genuinely i meant it when i said its one of my favorite things i have stumbled upon in my life, i have shared this story with my friends and they love it too and when we watch some edits of seventeen or see something in general that reminds us of this fic we say “this is so under the sun coded” and its like an inside joke with me and my friends. you literally changed the trajectory of my life with this fic lol. when im having a hard time in my personal life i come back to this little world u created by either just thinking about it before i fall asleep or rereading it and i want to thank you for being a writer. i hope you enjoy writing what you write bc i know that i certainly enjoy it and i hope you are proud of urself. anyway i think selling subtle stickers would be so awesome and i will definitely buy them. also since i submitted my last ask i have thought about little ideas for a tattoo maybe?? like what about like a small drawing of a church and like 13 little people around it with a little sun?!? or flowers like you said OR getting little drawings of the animals each person has? i think that would be so cute. or like maybe a little sash blindfold?? anyway ur awesome i love u thank u

the first time i tried to answer this ask, my long response ended up deleted bc i switched tabs for a second to check something and then tumblr just... deleted it??? which was v frustrating, kind of makes me hate the new post editor a Lot!

but to be vulnerable as well, i think i started writing UtS at like... a difficult point in my life? not difficult as in the painful way, but difficult as in 'there's a lot going on right now and i've never felt more alone than i do now' i guess? it's like... i started writing it right before my final semester of college, and i'm an online student, so i don't get to go out and be in a classroom with other people. sometimes i call myself an introvert when i think the term 'ambivert' has always fit more--i don't detest being social, i do tend to enjoy it! but i still need alone time to make up for it since it's draining. and idk, i was lost for a while on who i am and what i want to do with my life?

and i feel like writing UtS has put me in a vulnerable position to like... question a lot more about myself as a person. i have friends, sure, but no one i go out to see in person since i'm not exactly like... in a good place for that kind of interaction (deep south bible belt, haha... makes not being straight something i struggle with sometimes). i think the important part of UtS is the acceptance they all have for one another, and it's something i personally wish to have a lot more of in my offline life. i think even if i had the idea without darl+ing, it would have ended up being a svt fic due to how close they are and how much they care for one another.

also tbh i just love the found family trope. i love the idea and process of choosing your own family in a sense and saying 'these are MY people and i love them' ig.

also u showing the fic to ur friends + the comment abt being like 'this is UtS coded' ill SOB!!! i will!!! thats literally so cute and sweet of u!!! (pls feel free to send me any of ur 'this is UtS coded' thoughts i would always love to hear them haha)

but like. this is why i write. i like being able to impact people and help them escape life and be happy for a while. its why it always means a lot to me when i get feedback on my work and see people be happy with what i write (... even if sometimes its angsty haha--moving people to feel is a huge compliment by itself!). im glad you have UtS. im glad i have it now, too.

i do enjoy writing, btw, and i loved writing uts. even with the frustration periods where i didn't touch it for a while, i genuinely enjoyed writing uts a lot. i think i owe a lot of that to people like you, who read it and show support for the series! its always easier to read something when i know there's someone who will enjoy it. i remember smiling hard when i rewrote the ending to cheol uts bc of how fucking stoked i was to share it tbh!!! also bc i messaged savv 'lol this is gonna be devastating (/pos)' at one point i think sdkfhsdf but i was genuinely excited to finish it and get it out to u guys!! i dont know who i would be if i didn't write, and despite like... all of the bad shit that's happened in my life that i've turned to writing to pull myself out of it, i don't think i'd ever give it up. i think it's too deeply a part of me to ever give up. maybe one day i'll get published lol

ill definitely put more thought into subtle stickers for UtS (and maybe some other series haha cant remember if i mentioned that last time but UtS felt like the bigger one)! might have to ask around my friend circle for tips on designing them >:3

ohh i like ur tattoo ideas :0 im not sure what would look good so i hope u consult a tattoo artist with ur ideas eventually!! the idea of the lil church w a sun + 13 ppl is rly cute? if u do the sash-blindfold thing, u could always have a lyric inside of it or something if u wanna play w that :3c pls feel free to keep me updated further!!

sorry i didnt get to this ask until now but i hope u are doing well mwah mwah have a good day ur awesome ily

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #tattoo anon

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Can you do prompt 38,39,and 01 with seonghwa from ateez

Hope you like it💓

Prompt list.

01: "Could you hold my hand?"

38: "Because I care for you."

39: "Tell me about your day, baby. Let me make it better."

Therapist

Pairing: seonghwa×reader

Genre: fluff, comfort/cute.

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"Fuck!" You sighed as you dropped onto your therapist's couch. "Fuck everything!"

"Good evening to you too, Ms. Y/l/n," Seonghwa, the therapist, said playfully.

"Not today," you mumbled.

"Oky, sorry," he cleared his throat and sat up straight. "So what happened?" He got up from his couch and sat next to you at about an arm's distance. His clipboard was in his hand, ready to be filled with your rant.

You rested against the couch and took the special blanket he always took out for only you and wrapped it around you. Your head was against the headrest, facing Seonghwa.

"Could you… Could you hold my hand… please?" You hesitantly asked. It would be a big lie if you said that you didn't crush on your single and gorgeous therapist. He was a walking wet dream of every woman around the world. You felt lucky to be this close to him. It's been about three months since you have been coming here at least once a week or two weeks.

Seonghwa smiled beautifully and it made your heart beat aggressively. He placed his clipboard and pen on the coffee table and opened his hand in your direction, "why not?" He softly said.

Your cheeks heated up and instantly gained a nice blushy tiny. You shyly brought your hand out of the blanket and rested in his. His big warm hands intertwined with yours perfectly as he brought them in his lap, moving closer to where you were sitting.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"You should be completely comfortable under my eyes. Don't hesitate about asking for anything, okay?" His words did something in your heart.

"W-why?" You asked.

"Okay, you know what, tell me about your day, baby. Let me make it better," your eyes widened at the nickname he used so casually. "Why were you cursing like that? Did someone do something to offend you?"

"Well, it was a tough day. I forgot to bring my earphones with me so I had to maintain some conversations," Seonghwa hissed and scrunched up his face, knowing exactly how you felt.

During these three months, one thing was obvious: you hated being in public and talking to anyone… that added fuel to the fire.

"That bad?" His thumb caressed the back of your hand.

"It's not it," your tears started brimming your eyes.

"What happened?" He scooted closer. Now you could feel his body heat.

"You know, Mrs. Peterson's dog destroyed my flowers and even pooped at my house's entrance! Like how can you do that! And when I tried to confront her, she blamed me! And when I was on the way here, a random dude tried to touch me inappropriately," you sobbed.

Seonghwa's hands tightened around yours after your last statement. His eyes filled with rage but he controlled for your sake. He saw how your diamond tears were flowing down your platinum cheeks.

"Hey, come here," he pulled you closer and rested your head on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around your trembling figure. "I won't let that happen again, okay?"

"How?" You sniffled, cuddling closer in his hypnotic fresh scent.

"I'll take you to college and drop you back home. If you need to go somewhere else, I'll be your ride," he caressed your hair.

"Why would you do that?" No therapist would be this caring.

"Because I care for you," he smiled as you looked up at him.

"Why? I don't think you do that with your other clients. And isn't it against the rules to be this close?" You pouted.

Seonghwa chuckled and said, "there is no thrill in following the rules… and who wouldn't care for the person one has fallen for?"

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#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez comfort #ateez seonghwa #ateez seonghwa fluff #ateez seonghwa comfort #ateez x reader #prompts

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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Making Daddy Proud

Stepdad!Duncan x Female Reader

After moving in with your estranged mother and her new husband, Duncan Shepherd, you started to grow very close to your new stepdad. The two of you had a great relationship and he was doing his best to be a good father figure for you, knowing you missed your dad so much. But there was a problem, you found yourself insanely attracted to him and were starting to notice little things indicating he might feel the same way.

Warnings: very inappropriate relationships, Stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, Cheating is ofc implied, 20+ year age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex (but I kinda imagined the reader to be on birth control so is okie😌) fingering (female receiving), choking, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving) and face fucking😃

Notes: Okie sooo I know some people will hate this fic and ofc I understand that, but if you do hate it then please don't send me any hate!! just don't read it🖤 anywayss I got dis ask saying "Concept: Stepdad Duncan x naive reader😉" nd omg i LOVE the whole concept of Stepdad!Duncan sm, like if you've been in the fandom for a while you'll probably know the fic "The Hand That Robs the Cradle" by Langdonsrapture nd that fic was my holy grail when it came out!! so you know I just had to go all out here nd get carried away writing it hehe:')

word count: 5.4k

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The opportunity to study political science at American University in Washington DC had been one you simply couldn’t pass up on, but unfortunately it meant moving away from your father to stay closer to campus grounds. You knew it was worth it in the long run, I mean you had been waiting on this chance for years and wanted to make your father proud, but you would miss him.

He was never home too much, always busy working, but he meant the world to you. It had been just the two of you for a long time now. Your mother had moved away once their divorce finalised 7 years ago, impulsively leaving you in his custody as she ran off and gallivanted around the world, meeting all sorts of interesting men she would tell you about.

Luckily for you, she had settled down with one of those interesting men in DC recently, and upon discovering your acceptance into the prestigious university she had offered you a place to stay whilst you studied.

It was a frightening move to make, but staying with your mother in DC had actually been pretty interesting. You hadn’t spent time with her in so long and it had been nice to catch up with her, I mean sure she had been a little distant, but that was expected with having not spent any real time with her in so long.

You were just grateful she had let you stay with her in the first place, thinking she would have probably preferred to be left alone with her new husband, Duncan Shepherd.

They had been married about four months when you moved in and from what you could see, things were going well; especially considering she had sprung the engagement on everyone pretty fast. You were just happy knowing she was happy.

Though you had only met the man in question once before moving in, he really seemed like a perfect partner. He didn’t have a single obvious flaw to him, but see that was the problem. He was completely flawless to you.

You had tried to find things you didn’t like about him, even just tiny things, thinking hating him would be far better than thinking of him the way had been, but no matter what you did, you just couldn’t seem to fault him. And the longer you stayed with them, the worse your little problem became.

You weren’t 100% sure of how old he was. You only knew he was in his early to mid forties. But being at least 20 years your senior, you knew he was definitely old enough to be fulfilling the role he was as your stepfather. It felt strange to have a new stepdad at the age of 20, (almost 21) but it was even stranger with you being so blindly attracted to him.

And it wasn’t even just his looks. Though, yes, they were quite the spectacle, it was more than that. He was confident and cocky, always knowing exactly what to do and say to make the people around him do whatever he wanted them to. He could make you laugh until your stomach was in cramps, and not just through telling dad jokes. Charisma rolled off of him in waves.

He was intuitive and crafty; smart to put in plainly. And his interests appeared to be more intellectually based than anything else, which was quite the opposite of your mother, so it baffled you as to how your mother had managed to snatch him up so easily in the first place.

Now it’s not that you were jealous, really. It was more that you didn’t understand how these two polar opposite personality’s had ended up colliding together in the manner that they had.

Whenever the three of you would sit and have an evening meal together, Duncan always made you feel welcomed in the conversation, which was a great comfort to both you and your mother, being the relationship you had was so strained. Because of this and the fact you both had quite a lot in common when it came to your interests, Duncan and you had become almost good friends in the small time that you had been living there.

It was obvious he was doing his best to be some kind of fatherly figure to you. knowing that you were missing your actual dad, he did his best to help you with the things he knew your dad usually would. Whether it was school work or just having someone to joke with from time to time. He was there.

Sometimes when he was there, though, you felt like maybe, just maybe, he felt something more too. Such as the moments where his stares would linger on your form for just a little too long, or the way he would sometimes fix your hair for you if it had strayed across your face the wrong way. Just small things he did that fatherly figures didn’t typically tend to do with their daughters; especially when his wife, your mother, was right there. Sure, she seemed oblivious to it, but you certainly weren’t.

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Taking your now lukewarm cup of coffee from the breakfast bar counter, you brought it to your lips and gulped the bitter liquid down, fighting viciously to stay alert. It was nearing 3am and you had been writing for hours. Concentrating was no longer your most favourable asset and your half lidded eyes were growing wearer by the minute, but you just had to finish this paper.

It was 17 percent of your grade and due in two weeks. A persuasive essay on propaganda within the current American political climate and you had been slowly working at it for weeks, but you knew if you left it hanging over your head any longer it would drive you insane.

Sitting back in the stool you resided on, you took quick solace in the many noises coming from the ajar kitchen window, listening to a low rumble of thunder, accompanied by the constant pitter patter of rain falling from the gloomy DC sky above. It had been hot and humid all week, eventually cultivating into large clouds that had now given in, spilling out showers for almost the entire day past.

You recalled all the time you’d spent by the pool with your mother and Duncan in the past week, enjoying the current heatwave by sunbathing next to it on one of the many loungers. The house was kind of set up like a hotel that way. With Duncan always needing to be prepared for any events he may have to hold for his company’s business associates or press, he had furnished the home with what was to the three of you, unnecessary seating and tableware; amongst other things.

You stirred, returning your eyes back to the last few lines you had written and attempted to go over them in your head, but quickly realised you couldn't even manage that without stumbling over them or jumbling the words up beyond comprehension.

Abruptly interrupting your confused stream of thought, was the kitchen door groaning open. So with a frown plastered to your face, you shot your head up to recognise the intruder. But your frown was quickly blown away at discovering that it was Duncan who had entered the balmy room, and he was in more glory than you had ever seen him.

You had seen his silhouette whilst he showered before. Having gone into his and your mother’s shared bedroom whilst searching for earrings, you had seen him through the whited out, frosted glass of the on-suit bathroom door. But this was something entirely different. This was him, stood in kitchen doorway with nothing on but his grey Calvin Klein boxers.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were still up.” He quirked a brow at you, wondering why you were still sat in the kitchen so late at night. You swallowed deeply at the sight of him. Your eyes magnetised to his body, dilating with such a sultry image before them. Pulling your eyes back up to his face, you hoped he hadn’t seen their little detour down to his crotch.

“Uhm.. i’m, uh.. w-working on an essay.” Fuck! He’ll definitely know how nervous you are now. You looked away from him, too embarrassed to face him and cringing at your own attempt to speak. “It’s due in next week and I wanted to get it finished.” Okay that’s better, you thought. Maybe he’ll just think you’re just too tired to have a proper conversation or something.

“Oh, right,” he trailed off, looking you up and down a bit as he walked further into the room. You watched the back of his head as he opened the fringe, holding it open and scanning the contents of it. Deciding on a small bottle of water, he retrieved it from the middle shelf before closing the door and walking over to lean on the opposite side of the counter from you.

He didn’t seem too bothered by the fact he was practically undressed in front of you. Of course, you weren't complaining, but it was interesting. You tried to think of something else you could add to your open word document, wanting to distract yourself from his displayed body. But thinking as hard as you possibly could, your mind still brought you nothing.

You awkwardly pulled at the sleeve of your oversized ‘American University” sweater and hoisted it back up onto your shoulder. It had ridden down your arm whilst you were aggressively fiddling with your fingers - a nervous habit you had developed in your early teens. People would often point it out to you, but it was just one of those things you couldn’t stop doing.

There was a deafening silence stuffed between the two of you. So looking around the room, you tried to focus on anything in your line of vision that wasn’t him. It was just too hard seeing him like; his plump lips wrapped around the bottle’s mouth as he drank, his sleepy un-styled curls falling just above his perfectly manicured brows and wearing nothing but those fucking grey boxers. He was making it unbearably hard not to stare.

Deciding to speak, you cleared your throat. “So did you just wake up? Or could you not sleep?”

“Just couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the most random shit.. and you know how your mom is, she snores a lot.” He chuckled. His eyes never leaving you, beginning to feel as if they were boring holes into your soul as you kept full eye contact with him.

“Yeah, that must get pretty annoying.” You nodded slowly, thinking about how many nights you had spent wide awake when you were younger, all due to her roaring, loud snores passing through the paper thin walls of your childhood home.

“It does.” A smile played on his lips, taking another swig of water before speaking again. “so what’s the essay about?”

“It’s that one I was telling you about a few weeks ago, if you remember. it’s a persuasive on propaganda within the current American political climate.” You reminded him of the conversation you had about it when he dropped you off to class one morning not too long ago. The two of you often carpooled together, with the University campus being so close to his office, it made for an easy drive on the days he was needed in.

You guys would listen to playlists together on the drive and make fun of each others music taste, that was when you weren’t too busy being amazed by how similar they could be.

“Are you struggling with it? I mean, it is getting pretty late now.” He turned to check the clock which hung on the wall behind him, then looked back at you questioningly.

Duncan was good at helping you with this kind of thing. He was extremely well versed in politics, with his family’s background and all. Your mom had told you he used to be very involved with the white house, saying when he was younger he even went to prison for a short time before president underwood had pardoned him.

“I just can’t concentrate, but I really need to get it done or it’ll stress me out.” You lifted your bare feet up onto the stool seat, your knees coming up to your chest so you could rest your chin on them. You were only wearing panties with the sweater, it being too hot to wear anything more.

“Can I come over and check it?” He closed his bottle of water, tightening the lid with his muscular arms as he spoke. You had almost forgot he wasn’t wearing much before he said this, but watching him screw the bottle cap on as he asked to could come round to your side of the counter? It had you weak for him all over again.

“Uh.. yeah, course.” He padded his bare feet over the white, tiled flooring towards you, placing the bottle down on the counter and moving behind you to read the most recent paragraphs you had written. His hand was stretched over to the other side of you, resting on the edge of the breakfast bar as the skin of his arm grazed across your back.

Even with you being sat on such a tall stool, he still managed to tower over you. His hight was usually intimidating as it was, but with the added factor of him being almost completely undressed it was even worse. A small waft of air blew his expensive cologne towards you, creeping past your nostrils and possessing your senses completely before you started to feel his breathe on your upper neck. It wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to make your cunt start pulsating.

You were disgusted by yourself. He’s your mother’s husband! And your Stepdad! What the fuck was wrong with you? You could only imagine what people’s reactions would be if they knew of the truly sinful thoughts you had about him, and you hated yourself for it.

He was your type, yes. A rich, older man who wasn’t actually an asshole, and they were hard to come by, but that wasn’t relevant. You needed to control yourself. No matter how hard that may be.

“What you have so far is really good. Your argument is strong and as always with your work, it’s written well. You’re smart, Y/N. It’s impressive.” He humoured himself with a scoff, his voice interrupting your lewd thoughts.

You blushed at his compliment, hiding your face behind your knees slightly and looking up at him. “Thanks, Duncan.” You knew he was just trying to be a good dad figure to you, but you couldn’t help being attracted to the way he was so caring for you. Maybe it’s fucked up, but it’s not your fault all you need is an older man’s approval to become turned on.

“I mean it.” He looks so sincere as he talks to you. His face would be intimately close to yours if you hadn’t hidden it from him earlier. You notice his eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second, and then back up to your eyes again. His stare no longer felt friendly, but more.. lustful. Were you crazy or was he really doing this?

Suddenly he looks away from you, moving his eyes back to the laptop’s screen. “Maybe you should just get some sleep. I know you said it’ll stress you out, but if you get some rest you’ll be able to get back into it tomorrow with better concentration.” He does his best to steer the conversation back to where is once was, reminding himself that you’re his fucking step daughter and that he has a beautiful wife sleeping just upstairs.

“I know that, its just..” You sighed, blinking up at him. You brought your legs back down you hang over the edge of the seat, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to you, wanting to do nothing more than to drape your arms behind his neck an-.

“Nope I won’t listen to it. From what I can see it’s an incredibly strong piece of work already, so just go get some sleep and come back to it in the morning, okay sweetheart?” He laughed a little, looking down at you again.

That nickname. Sweetheart. He called you it all the time and yet it always managed to take your breath away. But the thing is, he usually wasn’t this close to you when he did. So when you squeezed your legs together and bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to ease the overwhelming desire you felt for him in that moment, there was no way he hadn’t seen it.

You were frozen staring at him, his face static and unreadable. You hoped he didn't choose to shout at you for how repulsive your behaviour was, or maybe he would kick you out? Your mind began spiralling, wrapping itself in intricate knots as you held your breath, awaiting a reply from him.

“Do you like that? When I call you sweetheart.” His voice was deep, sultry and dripping with desire. Shock coursed through you. That was definitely not what you had expected him to say. He seemed even larger now, his confidence making you feel small in comparison as your mind scrabbled to find the words you were supposed to use in your current predicament, but it never found any.

"You like it when daddy gives you nicknames?” He moved his hand up and delicately grasped the skin where your neck met your jaw, his eyes half lidded with lust. Your heart was beating so fast now and your breathing had grown shallow. You were so lost for words, only able to whimper out a weak “yes” before looking down to his boxers, trying to avoid his eyes but still wanting him just as much as he now appeared to want you.

He lifted your chin and kissed you roughly, drinking in your lips as if you were the water he had ventured down stairs for all along; and you began to wonder if you perhaps were. Maybe you were what he had been craving, just as you had been craving him.

He pulled the stool closer to him with his spare hand, leading you to wrap your legs around his torso as you tangled your tiny fingers through his sleep rustled hair. It was passionate. His kiss was sloppy, yet perfectly executed as his tongue slipped past your lips to glide over your own. His greying stubble dug into your skin, burning it with pure contact.

You parted to breath; and for just a moment, though it felt like hours, you stared into each others eyes with a ferociously neither of you could nor wanted to tame.

He tuts. “You really shouldn’t drink so much coffee little one, it’s not good for you. And it’s all I can taste.” He couldn’t help but reprimand you for the little habit, he had just gotten so used to doing it over the past three months, and using it to tease you sounded even more appealing.

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off when he lunged at you again, kissing you viciously. He began to move his hands all across your body, his fingertips grazing over every inch of you they possibly could as he started to undress you, pulling your oversized sweater above your head and taking handfuls of your breasts. He was kneading them, leaning down to kiss and suck on them whilst he watched you throw your head back, completely enthralled by him.

You were taken aback by how quick things had escalated, your sense of control had deteriorated far too rapidly and was ebbing away even further with each little kiss he left on your skin.

His large hand slid down to your panties, playing with the lacy bow that was centred on the waist band. He hovered his hand over your heat, cupping it and feeling just how sticky you had become for him. You let out a moan, all sense of wrong and right leaving you completely as you uttered a soft “Daddy” and ground your cunt into the palm of his hand.

“That’s right. So desperate for daddy.” He mused, ripping your thin underwear off and dropping it down onto the floor beneath you. Bringing his face to yours again, your noses bumped and leant on each other for some kind of purchase, the both of you watching his hand as he rubbed his fingers through your folds, gathering a fair amount of slick on them before pressing two inside you.

“Ahh!!” You let out a moan, it was louder than you expected and reminded you of what was really going on here. Having been too caught up in the moment, you hadn’t even thought about how being complete fucking naked with your step father between your legs would look if your mother had decided to come downstairs.

“Ah, ah, shh baby. We don’t wanna get now caught do we?” His breathe was hot on your lips, whispering as to not alert anyone. “So tight.”

You whispered back. “I’m sorry daddy, it was an accident- mmph!” You muffled your moan.

“That’s it. Who’s my good girl?” He lay a gentle peck on you lips, only stopping as to allow you to answer his question.

“I am daddy!! I’m your good girl!” You spoke with urgency, but did your best to keep the volume low, which was quite the struggle in between moans. Duncan could see this, so he pressed your lips together. Kissing you into a muffled silence.

You felt his spare hand on your neck, squeezing it just enough for you to still breathe okay when he pulled away from your mouth, moving his lips to the shell of your ear and biting the lobe. He murmured in your ear. “Do you know how hard it was, this week? Having to sit there next to your mom at the poolside and see you just lying there like that?! That fucking bikini. It took everything in me not to cum right there.”

His fingers were moving slowly, going in deep and curling up against your g spot, making you cry out and lean on his shoulder, biting it to keep yourself quiet. he started to rub your clit in hard circles. He was so experienced. It was mind-blowing.

“Would it have served you more pleasure to know, I only wore it for you?” It was true, you had only worn it for him and it had obviously worked. You certainly had his attention now. He growled at this, pulling his fingers out and slapping your cunt.

He yanked your neck closer to him, speaking down to you. “Just for that? Get on your fucking knees.” As soon as he let go of your throat you were climbing off the stool and onto the floor. The heat of the room, and of your acts too, made the marble tiling feel like ice pressed onto your flushed skin. But you didn't care.

You watched him pull his boxers down, cock springing free, adjacent to his stomach. Never having been with anyone of this size before, you had never seen a cock this big. You reached out and touched it, feeling just how hard he was. He hissed at the contact, looking down at you as you watched his facial expressions with wide eyes.

You played with it in your hand, stroking it with one and palming his balls with the other. He stroked his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring look as you licked the tip. The salty taste hit your tongue, making you crave his cock even more. So without another second going to waste, you took him into your mouth as far as you could.

“Ahh fuck!” You began bobbing your head, your eyes fixed on him as a groan left his lips. He was watching you intently, threading his fingers through your hair and onto your scalp to get a good grip on your head. You let your jaw go loose, knowing what he was about to do and preparing yourself for it.

He started thrusting his hips into your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat with almost every shove. You had honestly impressed yourself, I mean you knew you gave good head, but taking a cock this big as it fucked into your throat was something to be proud of.

“Mmm that’s it sweetheart.” Your stomach fluttered at his approval. The gagging noises you were making giving him even more pleasure. “You just wanna make daddy proud, don’t you princess?” You mumbled a wet “yes daddy” around his cock, sending sweet vibrations through it as he pushed himself as far as he could into your throat.

You couldn't even fathom how this was happening. You had pictured this moment late at night with a vibe pressed to your clit far too many times to count, so it finally happening was something hard to comprehend. Somehow he looked even more handsome from down on your knees than you had ever imagined he would. His stubble contouring his face perfectly with the ‘o’ his lips were forming.

Suddenly pulling you off of him, you gasped out for oxygen and tried to wipe away some of the saliva dribbling down your chin. It was like a snapshot from one of Duncan’s wet dreams. You looked so incredibly fucked out. He thought it was beautiful.

“Come on little one, stand up. Daddy wants to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” You moaned as he talked down to you, stroking his calloused thumb over your bottom lip and pulling it down just to watch it bounce back up again.

You stood up, finally wrapping your arms around his shoulders like you had wanted to all this time. He pulled you in for a kiss, one much slower than the rest, communicating something more to you than just pure sexual carnality. His embrace was comforting, making you feel protected and small in his arms.

His hands grabbed at your ass as he picked you up, sitting you back down onto the bar stool and adjusting the hight while his lips stayed connected to yours. Once the seat was low enough for his liking, he picked up your thighs, shelving them onto his hips and laying you back just enough so that you could lean on the backrest.

The room was sweltering, your body hot against his and anticipating having him buried inside you was getting too much to handle. He dragged his cock through your lips, teasing your clit and moving back down to almost enter you, but he never would. Just wanting to get you all worked up and loving the way you would squirm when he did.

“Daddy.. please.” You steadied yourself by holding on to the sides of the seat, hoping he would end his tournament and fuck you already.

He slid the head barely into you. “Hmm… Since you were so polite, suppose daddy should reward you.” He spoke calmly before snarling and stuffing himself into you, pushing as deeply as he physically could. He felt your walls clamp around him as he set his pace. It was a lot. Having never taken a cock this big and the fact he didn’t even let you adjust, you couldn’t help but wail out.

He shot his hand up to cover your mouth, needing to keep you quiet and seeing you clearly couldn’t do it yourself. “Wouldn’t want to wake up mommy now, would you baby?” you attempted to utter a “No daddy”, but his hand kept your lips glued shut.

He fucked you. Like really really fucked you. He was making the stool shuffle underneath you, the powerfulness of his thrusts causing you to slide down in the seat. The only reason you didn’t slip off completely being the barbarian hold he had on your hips.

It actually surprised you how rough he was. A pleasant surprise, of course, but he had been so delicately caring towards you since becoming your step father and now here you were, receiving the best of both worlds.

The closer you grew to your high, the more incoherent your thoughts became. His eyebrows were scrunched together, lips trembling as he picked you up off the seat and held you closer to him. Supporting your ass, his hips ricocheted up and off yours as he tried desperately not to yell out.

His thumb was brought back down to your clit as he pressed you up against him, swiping at it hellishly, trying to hurry up your release upon feeling your legs begin to quiver; and knowing his own was approaching rapidly.

“That’s it sweetheart, come around daddy’s cock… Gonna cum so fucking deep inside your cunt. Would you like that?” You could see a thin line of perspiration cascading down his cheekbone, he was almost breathless and his thrusts were messier now.

“Yes da-AHH!“ you whipped a hand up to your face, holding your mouth shut as you came. You dug the hand you had placed on his shoulder deep into his skin and was quickly reminded of his marriage to your mother. You hoped you hadn't left any nail indents she might see.

You felt his hot seed spurt onto your walls as he rested his head on yours, mouth open wide and letting out a silent groan. His release was long and powerful. The both of you were left panting, the only noise in the room being your own breaths and a small creak from the stool when he softly set you down onto it.

He pulled out, your mixed juices gushing out of you along with the sexual haze you had been overcome with. The severity of what you had just done began to settle in. His head still resting on yours as you started freaking out, contemplating what would happen if your mother was to ever find out what had just occurred.

You wrapped your arms around his back, needing his comfort and squeezing him in an urgent hug, which he returned. his fingers stroked the sweaty skin of your back, trying to ease the thoughts he too had running through his mind. He lifted your chin up, the look he had in his eyes telling you everything would be okay.

Kissing you cautiously, he savoured the feeling of your lips on his and prayed he would get a chance to feel them again. “Are you okay?” He whispered

You didn’t really know if you were. On one hand, that was something you had wanted for a long time and it had been far better than you ever imagined, but on the other you had just helped your stepfather cheat on your mother. “I don’t know. I think so.”

He stood up, grabbing your sweater and panties, handing them to you before putting his boxers back on. “Well, at least that paper won’t seem like such big problem now.” He chuckled, doing his best to find humour in a humourless situation.

You giggled a little, hurrying to throw on your sweater and being reminded of how he had ruined your panties. “True. Now this can hang over my head instead.” You wiped any left over salvia you had on your face onto your sleeve and thought about how you would probably need to shower after this. “At least the sex was worth it, right?”

He sent you a dark smirk, picking up his bottle of water and walking towards the kitchen door. “It was. hopefully it'll be just as good next time too.” You opened your mouth, faking shock at his confidence as you watched him open the door.

“Goodnight Y/N” He gave you one last look as he sauntered through the door, getting ready to close it behind him and leave you alone in the kitchen with no one but your thoughts. The thoughts of your acts. Remembering all the little moments you had just shared together.

In that last moment before he left, you struck eye contact with him, chewing your inner lip and speaking.

“Goodnight, daddy.”

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Thank you sm for reading!🥺🖤

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#Duncan Shepherd #Duncan Shepherd x reader #Duncan Shepherd fic #Duncan Shepherd smut #Stepdad!Duncan #Stepdad!Duncan Shepherd #Stepdad!Duncan Shepherd x reader #Cody fern #Cody fern fic #Daddy Duncan #my writing

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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just saw your sk8 the infinity requests are now open! okie okie um...can i please requests hc's or scenario whichever you want of reki teaching his fem! s/o how to skate? and how he'd cheer her up when she fails at it? take your time lovely and remember to drink your water! love you 💞💭

A/N:Hello! I’ll make sure to stay hydrated 💞 also I have zero skateboarding experience please go easy on me

Please enjoy~🍰

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Reki is a super sweet boyfriend, no arguments.

“Y/N watch this!“ Reki called to you as he passed by for another trick on his board. It was after school and you were hanging out with your boyfriend Reki. You usually went with them when they practiced or just had fun, sometimes you gave them feedback. Now were you a skater?

No, the last time you tried to stand on a board you fell....more than once. You wanted to be involved in what your boyfriend was involved with but it just wasn’t your specialty.

“Hey Y/N?“ Reki asked as he rolled to a stop in front of you

“Yeah“

“Can you skate? You always come to races with me but you never skate..“ oh god...the one question you hated the most. You would ask Reki and you knew he wouldn’t mind teaching you but, it was a bit embarrassing. Shouldn’t the girlfriend of a skater know how to at least stand on a board?

“W-well..I’ve tried before, but I never really made it anywhere..“ you said as you become flustered. You did this thing where you start playing with your fingers when you felt embarrassed. He knew not to tease you or poke fun at you.

“I can teach you ya know“ he said squatting in front of you “come on get on my board” he said offering his hand. You take it without a word as he yanks you up to your feet. He had this bright grin on his face a sparkle in his eye. If you weren’t trying for yourself then you’d try for him.

“Come on up ya go“ he said smiling down at the board between you both he then called you to look at him “Hey, I won’t let go okay?“ with a shaky foot you take your first step on his board and quickly brought the other up. You look at at Reki biting your bottom lip and he just smiled

“Atta girl! Okay ima move you alright?” His hands move down to your waist as he moves you along with the board. Your heart skipping a beat at the sweetness of Reki.

He looked at you with a smile as he picked um speed and even went over a small hill. That afternoon he had gotten you to at least get balance in a board. He was a very proud boyfriend at the moment. In fact he had ideas for a deck design already.

The rest of that week he dedicated his time to teaching you. It was a little hard since you were trying to pedal yourself but lost balance each time. You would fall and get all pouty and embarrassed about it. So Reki would come to you and just litter your face with kisses telling you how proud he was

After about 2 weeks you had your own balance but you’d still fall off. You barely pick up speed scared to fall off and embarrass yourself. Just the other day you had fallen as your ass for like the 20th time that day and you got a bit overwhelmed and teared up. He sat on the floor and pulled you into his lap

“Hey, it’s okay! I know it’s frustrating but you’re getting better. If you want I can kiss it better for you~“ he said bouncing his eyebrows making you giggle. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and littered the area with butterfly kisses all the way up to your nose “Come on let’s get some ice cream”

After about 2 months you had finally gotten the basics down and for the most part you could keep up with Reki. Seeing this he made you a cruiser with your favorite color and on the top of the deck were your and his initials. It was his way of saying congrats for getting it down. In fact he was very happy you started skating. You had gotten into something he liked and now you can both share it

He may or may not get all cocky when other guys stare at you skating. He goes up to them and goes “She’s cute isn’t she? And she skates”

“Yeah...maybe I’ll ask her out...“

“No can do. She’s already taken“ he say with a huge grin

“Huh? How do you know?“

He’ll wink at the guy and say “By me~” ;)

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#reki kyan #reki kyan x reader #sk8 the infinity fanfic #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 the infinity #sk8 reki #sk8 the infinity Reki #sk8 x reader #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years

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Oh ok then when you can could you do some sfw alphabet for raditz he needs more love

Okie dokie! One Raditz SFW alphabet coming right up! Thanks for the Dragon Ball requests, I’m grateful!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Raditz is a pretty affectionate guy. Sometimes he’s got a hard time showing it, because he hasn’t always been the best at conveying his emotions properly. He can come off as gruff and serious, but deep down he wants a big hug and someone to tell him how good he is.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Raditz is a great best friend, but sometimes he can be a bit flaky. He generally tries to be kind and trustworthy, but he’s sometimes unreliable a bit. He tries hard to be good with people, but he can be a little mean. He’d definitely strike up a conversation with you if you’d approach him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle! He doesn’t always want to admit it, but he loves to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him. He wants you to feel safe and secure. He’s probably going to want you to pet his hair and kiss him sweetly as he snuggles close to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ehhh, Raditz isn’t super crazy about doing chores. Sure, he’s going to want to settle down if you’d like to, but he might want you to take care of him a bit. That being said, he’d be okay with pulling his own weight with the domestic stuff if you asked him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be very upset. He’s not going to show it in front of his partner, but he’s definitely going to feel very stupid. He knows it can’t always last forever with someone, but he doesn’t want to be heartbroken. He can be sensitive sometimes.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Okay, so Raditz would definitely enjoy having a mate. He’s probably not going to be the most romantic guy and say he wants to get married and all that jazz, but if things went well between you two, he wouldn’t be opposed to getting married and being committed.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Behind closed doors, he’s very gentle. He loves hugging you and kissing you, and making sure you’re okay and feeling loved. If he’s going to be in front of anyone else, he might seem standoffish sometimes. It’s not because he doesn’t care, but he does have his Saiyan pride after all.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Raditz loves hugs! He’s so sweet about it. He pulls you in and holds you close, inhaling your scent. He loves the way you smell and how good your body feels pressed against his. He’s not going to hug you often, but when he does, he makes sure it’s a good one.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s definitely not going to be quick about it. While he’s someone who’s often away doing one thing or another, he wants to be sure that he means it before telling you. You’d be spending lots of time apart, which would make the two of you lonely and longing, so he wants to make sure it’s the right time to say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh...boy is he ever jealous. He hates when other people flirt with you, and he’s not just going to stand there and let it happen. He’ll grab you and kiss you in front of anyone who thinks they can hit on you, watching to see if the person is reacting. He won’t go violent unless that person won’t let up.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are soft and gentle, but when he’s aroused, they can be quite animalistic. He loves kissing you on the lips and the neck, sometimes he’ll bite down and leave love marks. He likes being kissed on the lips and his chest. It makes him feel so wanted.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Let’s just say, he isn’t the best around children(anyone remember how he treated Gohan?) Besides that, if you wanted children, he would probably make an effort to be more respectful and kind. He’s going to have to change that about himself if things get serious.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You’d be wrapped up his arms as he slept in, leaving you to get up and cook him a huge breakfast. Once he wakes up, he’s going to give you a loving kiss on the top of your head and chow down immediately. After that, he’d love to take a shower with you and lounge around for a bit before doing anything.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

They are definitely wild. He likes to either go out and have fun with you, or stay in and have you all to himself. Let’s just say that he can be indulgent sometimes, and he won’t always want to be calm and collected. You can be assured that there’s always something involved.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Raditz would take some time before revealing everything. He’s not the most proud of his past, but he wants you to know the real him. He’s got some things on his chest that he’d like to talk about, but he’s got to trust you before he can really talk about anything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn’t have the best patience, but it is better than some people(*cough* Vegeta *cough*) He tries not to get too angry at things, but he can be a little irrational sometimes. He needs you to keep him grounded most times.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Raditz would make sure to remember the important things about you, like your favorite things and your birthday. Besides that, he’s not going to remember every little detail. He likes to keep things simple and not overcrowd his brain with meaningless stuff.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is when he got really hurt in a fight, and you ran to his side to make sure he was okay. While he was a little embarrassed, he loved the fact that you cared for him so much. You took him home and nursed him back to health, making him realize how much you meant to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You can be assured that Raditz would protect you from anything. He’ll put his life on the line if he has to. You’re the most important thing to him, and he’ll fight for his honor and yours. On the flip side, he’d be pretty embarrassed if you tried to protect him. He would secretly love it though.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Raditz would love it if you planned the dates, but he’ll try the bare minimum if he’s got a decent idea about it. He loves you lots, but he’s not the biggest for romance. He wants you to have a good time, so he’ll let you decide a lot for those things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He eats a lot, and he can be a slob. No one really taught him to pick up after himself, so it’s not always the nicest for your place when he comes over.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Raditz can be pretty vain, and he does care about how he looks. He knows you love how sexy he is, and that you love his long hair. He takes care of how he looks when he’s around you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t want to admit it, but when you aren’t there he feels very sad and miserable. He feels pretty incomplete without you. He needs you there to cheer him on and make sure he knows he’s loved.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Raditz love is when you whisper sweet things to him. Hearing your voice say something in his ear is so good. He gets tingles up and down his spine. It turns him on.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like it if his partner tried to compare him to someone else, unless it was a comparison that made him look good. He does his best to treat you right and make you happy, so he doesn’t want you looking at other people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Raditz is definitely a violent sleeper. He tosses and turns a lot. He probably snores a little too if he’s exhausted.

#raditz #reader requested #writing #dbz #dragon ball #sfw alphabets #raditz sfw alphabets #dragon ball sfw alphabets

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thechildofstark · 3 years

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Fuck John Walker (and also some other stuff): A Response To Episode Four

WARNING: some bad language, death mentions, violence mentions, blood mentions, racism, spoilers for for ep 4 of tfatws

DISCLAMER: I have some Opinions about various characters. These do not extend to the actors, who I’m sure are lovely and should be treated with the dignity, privacy and respect that they deserve.

“Fuck John Walker” was originally meant to be the subtitle. I decided on it when he screwed up the op for Sam. It got ungraded during the final scene, because nothing else could possibly compare as a necessary title to this post.

Essentially, some (out of order) thoughts on episode 4:

~*Sam and Bucky, working together*~ (pretend this is a musical jingle)

The contrasting ways that they interacted with the displaced

While the incredibly valid argument can be made that Sam is the least privileged of the group (I’ve made it) it is obvious that he has had the most structured civilian life: approaching the people he comes across openly. Yes, he is polite and calm, but the closest thing to this he has personally come across in the past (that we know of) would be the war vets he worked with and the critical difference is that they wanted to be there. From what I remember of Sam’s groups they didn’t seem to be a sort of mandatory requirement: you came because you chose to. Or at least, you came prepared for the situation. Here, Sam is an outsider and an unwelcome threat. These people are not going to open up to him.

Bucky is quieter, but still quite straight forward in the way he presents himself. I think he may show a little more care for the environment he is in than Sam but that isn’t saying much. Yes, he has experienced much worse things than Sam but we still see his unfamiliarity with this sort of situation paired with some less than stellar social skills really not working in his favor.

Look, I love both these 2 to death. But this is not what they know.

Zemo on the other hand quite likely lived in a place similar to this after his family was murdered. He shows an understanding of how this sort of situation would work, going to children who:

a) wont necessarily peg him as an outsider

b) are bribable

also I think he was genuinely super glad to give those kids that candy and money. He would have been such a good dad. now I have Zemo feels. somebody help me.

The inclusion of the Dora Milaje was incredibly awesome, and not just because I simp for powerful women. Narratively, this was the perfect place for them to join the party and assert their right to apprehend Zemo.

Bucky speaking Xhosa (i think it was?) is very cool

I would like to take this moment to formally state that Caption John Walker is a motherfucking asshole.

It was also really nice to see Sam’s therapist skills, that worked against him earlier really help him here.

I liked seeing that more human side of Karli, and having her interact with the “enemy” and have serious conversation about what everyone is doing.

Until Captain Insecurity has to destroy the op because he doesn’t trust the people he chose to work with, no one has comms or anything I guess?

Also Walker deferring to Bucky for team decisions over Sam, talking over Sam and acting like he knows better than Sam?

I smell racism in this Chili’s tonight

It was also really interesting to get a more in-depth look at how Zemo views supersoldiers. Nearly all the ones that he has either heard of or interacted with (destroyed) had either volunteered for the serum or were so brainwashed that it didn’t make a difference. These people are a dangerous enemy to be eliminated, alongside people like Dr. Nagel. His entire worldview is focused on their destruction that the idea that one of them could be a normal person is impossible to him. The only exceptions acknowledged are Steve (paragon of saintly virtue) and Bucky.

And the fact that after his family died and his country devastated he would most likely have fixated on both the Avengers and the “concept” of a superhuman being as something to blame for his loss. His refusal to concede his position to Sam isn’t just arrogance, although that seems to be a part of it, but the fact that he has spent so much time and energy in destroying both the Winter Soldier program and most likely other similar operations, along with the Avengers that this hatred and belief in the danger has most likely become one of his core beliefs. To change this would be to question his vendetta against the Avengers, to question his actions against the Winter Soldier program which he knows was a horrible thing, and to question why he has spent the past seven years in maximum security prison. This isn’t something he is ready to do yet.

The fact that Bucky is a noted exception is something that stands out to me. Zemo knows that Bucky is a good person, regardless of the serum.

Bucky is also the only main character (that I can think of) that was injected with the serum against his will. The fact that he didn’t seek it out could quite likely be part of the reason that Zemo doesn’t look down on him for it - it is framed that the sort of person that seeks out that sort of strength/power would be a “supremacist”, someone who would use their abilities to harm and subjugate others.

And while we are at the apartment may I say how funny it is to see Zemo just. Literally being Sam and Bucky’s sugar daddy. He transports them and houses them and makes them fancy tea. It’s possible he’s providing them with clothes. Either way, love it. Cannot wait for the boys to work it out.

Sam and Lemar’s responses to being offered the serum are an interesting juxtaposition to how they view the concept of supersoldiers. They have both experienced hardship and survived war but Sam is the one that has gone up against Gods and monsters and he wants none of that, thank you.

And Lemar is so comfortable with saying yes because it isn’t actually being offered to him. Walker expresses some hesitation in their discussion because for him, it isn’t hypothetical. This is something real that can and will effect him for the rest of his life and he wants to make the “right decision”.

The return of Erskine’s belief that the serum not only effect the physical but the mental, emotional and (possibly?) spiritual. This isn’t something that’s really been touched on outside of The First Avenger and I liked that it turned up here. But the fact that it was the reason Walker felt comfortable taking the serum? Eww

The Dora Milaje kicking names and taking ass is super awesome. They are so incredibly skilled and have such amazing teamwork and are also super beautiful I love them

Sam and Bucky just. Watching. Enjoying the show. Absolute kings.

Zemo being the sneaky little sneak that he is :)

One one hand, Bucky losing his arm in the fight was very awesome. One the other hand, he has a long history of complicated bodily autonomy in relation to that arm so........ Neutral opinion it is then

Karli, honey, I really want to like you but can you please keep the mans family out of it. Okay?

And another thing that this show made me think about: kids left to fend for themselves after the Blip (uuuurrrggh it hate calling it that. stupid canonical name). I think it’s good that at least some people took it on themselves to take these children in, to give them good lives and families.

The way that Sam has incorporated his wings into his combat style is very cool

Okie dokie can’t avoid it forever lets get this over with.

LEMAR MY BEAUTIFUL SON NOOOO

those fuckers (the writers i mean)

Side note: did they really have to make the first main character death of the series a Black “sidekick” character? No. No they did not.

Side side note: I understand that this is a perfectly valid way (ew) to “advance the plot” but I can and will be annoyed about it

And now we really get into the shit. But...........................

As much as I absolutely unequivocally hate John Walker I actually like the thematic parallels of how they did this. All throughout The First Avenger Steve is adamant on how he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he just wants to stand up to the bullies. It’s only after Bucky dies that he says he wants to kill all the Nazis and really get into the horror of it all. The fact that John, who has absolutely been on the edge for the entire episode if not longer, only loses it after Lemar dies?

Because Lemar is arguably meant to be that stand-in for Bucky in the eyes of the public, and they are obviously close friends..........

Just -

I feel I may have accidentally been slightly nicer than I planned to Walker in this post. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

But C****** J*** W****** is NOT Captain America. Up until now I’ve been calling him “Fake Cap” in my head and to my family, but he doesn’t even deserve that honor.

And the blood on the Shield. Dear god that was horrible.

And the fact that, as it was pointed out in this very episode, this man fully represents everything that is Captain America, to the world. He isn’t only tarnishing his own legacy, he is also destroying Steve’s. And to some extent, Bucky’s. The whole reason that Bucky Barnes is considered a “Superhero” is because, at least in America he is known as “Cap’s Best Friend”. He was marketed that way for over half a century, and after the whole “Winter Solder” thing, goodwill or no, brainwashing or no, this could end very ugly for him. Not to mention that Steve Rogers is most likely to be forgotten to history in favor of this freak.

And on that note, where the fuck is Steve? This is set only 6 months after Endgame, if he had died we would know. So what the hell is he doing? Because I know he got perpetual brainrot going back in time to be str8 and boring but dear god if the show tries to tell me that he’s just chilling in some senior’s center in Alaska I will actually call bullshit. Steve Rogers would never. Okay this is a whole separate post on my thought on Steve. Watch this space I guess.

And while we’re all here, Bucky Barnes needs a goddamn boyfriend. I’ve done some thinking, and here is a compiled shortlist:

Sam

Zemo

De-aged Steve (he would be higher but I’m still mad at him for the whole “vanishing without a word to relive Jim Crow and the Lavender Scare. :/ )

IN THAT ORDER.

That’s all folks.

Feel free to send me asks if you want clarification or extra details on anything.

And finally -

the thing we all came to see:

FUCK

JOHN

WALKER

fin

#john walker #steve rogers #captain america #sam wilson #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #zemo #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #karli morgenthau #dora milaje #tw blood #tw violence #tw death #cw racism #thats all folks

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lunartonehana · 3 years

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Pokemon Rejuvenation V13 Live Reaction Thread 10/10+Final Thoughts

Spoilers for V13 under cut

Geara >:(

Did I ever tell yall that i despise the haunted field

Geara’s team(Krook,Para,Grimm,Geng,Chan,Clef)

Hmmm

This fight isn’t particularly hard my problem is that Gengar can hit very hard and the clefairy is annoying ugh

what the fuck????

what the fuck is up with the parasect???

Maybe he is hard

I soft resetted so many times for the fight

Also ig u can’t overwrite and destroy fields anymore???i tried to use misty terrain because the hypnosis was driving me insane but it was just added onto the field

i really don’t like that

Its morning now

I beat him because I got a crit on the clefable :)

Still hated that battle

Okie saki time

wtf is up with this field 🗿

Remember when I said the hardest fight so far in v13 was the Cella battle

Yea

Not anymore

Saki’s field is busted and since we can’t really remove fields temporarily w/ type terrains…i’m stuck in it…

Was Terra in reborn fought on this field…?I forgot how I beat her it’s been years

So the Glitch Field

Yes i’m taking notes

Removes the physical/special split

Meaning physical and special moves are based off of typing now

Special attack is based off of either spatk or spdef,depending on the larger one

Wonder room can kinda make things easier

Dragon types are useless

New day

Saki’s pissing me off and this is kinda an unfair fight since changing the fields doesn’t work anymore

I don’t care if this is cowardly but i am gonna cheese saki through destiny bond+quick claw+wonder room mismagius

First try with cheesing i made it to her last mon(corviknight) but i accidentally ran out of potions…somehow

Took 3 tries with cheesing but I beat her

Not proud of it but i wanna finish the main story

GROUP HUG

Rhodea :(

Oh shit crescent

Crescent deserves better

Ooo Xenpurgis is an ub

Rune mvp

Oh damn we’re just attacking team xen in v14 cool cool

Cool done with the main story

Okay I am going to a little review for this version. Overall I think I would give this chapter a B+ or a B.

My favorite path without a doubt was Erin+Kanon’s route. I loved exploring Angie’s mansion and I adored the atmosphere of the place itself. The map and tilesets were just really well done. I used Erin’s team without the Interceptor…well intervening with our pkmn and I felt like the difficulty was just right. I stuggled but all I needed to do was change my strategy. The atmosphere with the maids and the ost complemented the environment so well. Erin was great and she’s probably a contender for one of my favorites in the game…ignoring Aelita of course. The path also added a lot onto the Vitus situation and what interactions might happen in the endgame since we still don’t know his whereabouts.

Next would have to be either Aelita or the Player’s path. Personally, the path’s were kinda along the same in terms of ranking but I feel like their was more that happened in the player’s path that personally felt more relevant. It was nice seeing the player’s past self and their history with Crescent back in Miera…which begs the question, how old is Crescent??? Geniunely what is the timeline between the events at Miera with the player and the player heading to Gearen…Also thank you developers for not making Crescent have a past romantic relationship with the player…I have seen this happen too many times in other games and shows. Let them just be besties. Looking back at it, this part was kinda dialogue heavy but that problem is alleviated from the puzzles and good interactions in both routes.

The only problem I felt is that…imo Rune left as soon as she came. Ig since we found out she’s the puppet master she was always there but…i felt like we should’ve seen her as Rune just a bit longer…Also the twist regarding her and Huey’s background also kinda felt like it should’ve been alluded to earlier(unless they did hint to it earlier and i just forgot) because it didn’t feel like much. Still a good route tho, a solid B.

My least favorite was Melia+Venam+Ren’s route. I kinda felt like this route was shorter than the other one’s looking back at it. Gameplay wise there wasn’t much happening there save for the battle with Cassandra. The underground area also wasn’t really special overall. There was some interesting tidbits regarding the Archetype and the Garufans but it hasn’t really payed off yet in the story. The trio’s interactions were just okay, I liked their interactions in Goldenwood but their dialogue in the underground place was meh. Though I loved Nim and I am happy to know she has changed sides, I can’t wait to see more of her.

The developers knocked it out of the park with this version! I only talked about the additions to the main story but I went back to earlier places that got upgraded and woa Sheridan and Goldenrood look phenomenal! Route 3 and Phasial cave got changed and they look superb. I’ll miss Route 4 but the reservoir looks amazing so far and I am impressed with how they are handling the rift dens! Also making gigantamax mons function like mega evolutions is genius. Also the aevium forms are really nice and my favorite is the alolan mareep that I can’t get :)))))))))))

Also I started over to see changes made with the beginning cutscene and man the ship looks better and the additions with the full artwork of characters is great. I want to play this game again in the future(probably during winter break since I am going to be busy for awhile) on normal mode with a monotype team but I haven’t decided which one yet :o

That’s it with main story additions, I am going to have to go back and catch any new pokemon added in the game.

#pokemon #pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon fangame #pokemon rejuvenation spoilers #hana plays pokemon rejuvenation

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writemymemoir · 5 years

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Stowaway Pt 4. (The Mandalorian x fem!reader)

SUMMARY: Food and a fight

A/N:

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T/W:

Blood, adult language, death.

Part 3

Part 5

The sounds of a heavy rain on the ship woke you. It was jarring. Living on your snowy planet for quite some time had made you get use to the quiet. Nothing was loud in the tundra where you had lived.

You heard footsteps coming down the ladder, Mando. He walked into your field of view, towards a closet between you and the freezer.

“We’re here,” Mando said, punching in a number at the keypad, opening a closet. You saw him pull out a rifle.

“And where is here, my dear friend,” You said, shuffling to the foot of the bed.

“One of Arkanis’s ports,” You frowned.

“You really know how to choose those nice tropical planets,” you groaned. Finding your parka, you put it on walking to Mando. Looking in the closet you found all different types of blasters and knives.

“Quite a collection you have here,” you said, looking at the view of the weapons. All the blasters were in pristine conditions, no sign of any ware. “Do you even use these?” You reached up to touch one of the smaller blasters.

“Don’t touch,” Mando said, voice hard. He reached to the right and you saw that was where your staff was. “You’re going to need this.”

“You’re trusting me with a weapon,” He turned to you.

“I’m trusting you with a lot more than that. Don’t make me regret it,” He said, looking back to the closet. “This is the plan. You take the kid in and get what you want from the cantina, I have my own thing to do.”

You looked at him, confused.

“Don’t you need to go to eat as well?” You asked.

“I can’t go into the cantina,” was his reply.

“Why would a bounty hunter be afraid to go into a cantina,” you said. He didn’t reply, just kept assessing his blasters, trying to find one he liked. You thought about, puzzled.

“Unless…” You thought aloud, “Unless you have a bounty on your head. That would explain why you didn’t hand in my bounty.” The pieces of Mando’s story started falling into place together. You felt proud of yourself for connecting the dots. “And I bet it has something to do with the kid.”

“Congratulations,” was all Mando said, voice void of any emotion. You scowled. Mando had apparently found the perfect blaster. Turning he made his way to the cockpit, looking towards it you saw the kid at the top of the ladder.

“You have to hand it to me, that took a lot of guess work,” you said putting your staff on your back and following him over.

“Make sure nothing happens to the kid,” He picked up the kid and handed him to you. “Keep him safe.” He turned to you suddenly. Startled, you looked up to his helmet, only a few inches away from your face. “If anything, anything, happens to him. I will hold you responsible.”

“Yes sir,” You almost chuckled at his seriousness. You watched as he walked down the corridor towards the ramp. “Now I know you think you’re a big bad bounty hunter, but it is serious to throw threats around like that.”

He turned to look at you.

“I am coming to believe you do not know what I am,” he said as he lowered the ramp down. You squinted your eyes at him.

“You going to come with me, little guy,” You said to Baby. He giggled as you lifted him and put him snuggly under your parka. Walking to the ramp, you joined Mando.

When you reached him, you made a show of looking him up and down.

“How could I know what you are if I never see you without that helmet?” Mando just gave a brief chuckle.

“Meet back here in an hour,” Was all he said as he walked down the ramp, into the gloom of the rain.

“Okie dokie,” you called out, carefully walking down the ramp.

___________________________________________________

You loved the rain, but that did not mean you loved this rain. This rain was harsh and felt like little bullets when it touched your skin. You had been here a few times in your travels over the years, however not at this part of the planet.

Although the walk to the cantina was short, your parka was almost wet through by the time you stepped through its doors. Unzipping your parka, you let the kid down to walk with you.

“Ok little one, lets get some food,” you said. All the kid did in response was look from you to the counter and started walking.

“Excited much,” you said to yourself, following the child. The cantina was not as packed as the one you had been in last. This part of the planet was mostly filled with lowlifes and was known to others as an unwelcoming place.

“What can I get you,” The worker didn’t look up from wiping the bench down.

“I would like two bowls of the daily soup, bread on the side if you have any,” You said, leaning up against the bench slightly. Handing the man a handful of credits, you watched him walk away to get the food.

You looked around and quickly spotted an empty booth, heading towards it you made sure to look behind you to the kid.

“Come on, we’ll go sit down,” you chuckled slightly, watching the kid struggle to keep up with you. The seats were far from comfy, but you weren’t complaining. Sitting the child on your knee, you began playing with him.

The child giggled and waved his three-fingered hands around, trying to catch your own hand. Leaning your head on your hand, you smiled at the kid.

“Here’s your soup,” Looking up, you took the soup from the man’s hands.

“Thank you,” You said, placing it in front of you and the kid.

You and the kid ate in silence. You mostly just thought of a plan. Staying with Mando was safe, but you were also sceptical about his intentions. You knew the only reason he was being hospitable was because of what you did in the fight.

You tried not to think about it, because every time you did, your head would ache from confusion. How did your staff get into your hand? You hadn’t heard anything like it.

You knew your best option was to stick with him. In the short space of time you had known him, he had shown you more loyalty than people you had known for years.

For the time being, you knew you were staying on his ship. That meant you had to get some form of food to stop you and the kid from starving.

Finishing up your soup, you got up, picking the kid up as well.

“You’re going back in the jacket, ok?” You said to the kid, he cooed in response. Taking that as an ok, you zipped up your parka.

The rain had seemed to get heavier, after asking the man at the bench were the closet store you could by rations from was. You had walking through the cantina door, and down the street to the direction of the store.

This planet was much like your previous one. The streets were muddy, and it was an effort to walk.

The walk was only meant to be short, but after 10 minutes of walking and ending up in a dead-end alleyway, you knew the man from the cantina had given you the wrong directions.

Turning around, you started for the main street.

Two buff figures stepped in the entrance of the alleyway; their frames black against the backlight of the street behind them. Through the gloom of the rain, you saw the yellow beep of a tracking fob.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought, I bet this will be fun.

“Told you we could trust him,” The figure on the left said, voice low and gravely.

“Shut up,” The second figure said, a higher pitch slighty.

“Can I help you,” You called out to them. Assessing them, you saw it was a man and a woman. The woman was light, less affected by the muck of the alley floor. The man was heavy set, powerful, but slow.

After a quick glance at each other, the duo began walking towards you.

You unzipped your jacket, and wrapped the kid in it, whispered a quick ‘Stay put’ and put him behind on the of dumpster behind you.

Grabbing your staff, you readied yourself.

“You guys are pretty slow, I don’t have all day,” You said.

“Cheeky,” The woman said. You bristled; this was going to end badly

Fucking Mando, I thought he got the chip out.

They were closer to you, you waited though for them to make the first move before attacking.

They stopped a few metres away from you.

“Now, we want this to be quick. Give us the Asset, and we’ll be on our way,” The man said, crossing his arms, arms bulging. Oh yeah, bare fist. You didn’t move, but your mind was going haywire. They didn’t want you; they wanted the kid.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news,” you drawled out,” But please, if you could, go fuck yourself.”

Jumping into action, you aimed at the man first. Hitting the man in the stomach with the butt of your staff, he stepped back. You came around to hit the lady over the side of her head, but she ducked easily and lunged at you. Side stepping her, you brought your staff around to wack her again, this time hitting your mark, she fell onto her stomach on the mud.

The man was already racing towards you, he managed to get a good punch to the side of your head, sending you to hit the wall of the alley. Pushing off the wall, you used your momentum to swing around the man’s front to come behind him and hold him in a choke hold. The lady had lifted herself off the ground and was reaching towards you, however the choking man tripped over her, sending all three of you onto the ground.

Trying to get a foothold in the mud, you scrambled onto your knees. The man was too heavy set to get proper footing, but the woman was already up and reaching for you, a knife in her hand, pulled from a hidden pocket.

Looking to the side, you saw your staff lying on the ground. It was too far away, just like your fight in the ship. The woman was coming closer to you, slipping and sliding from the unsteady ground.

You had to reach for your staff, there was no way you could win a close quarter fight against a knife. Huffing, you stuck out your hand, as if to pick up the staff.

You felt it. The energy that connected you and the staff. It was there, an unseen force vibrating the air between you and it. Pulling on the energy, the staff flew into your hand.

You had just enough time to bloke the woman’s offensive attack. The man was still sliding around, a frustrated growl was coming from his scrambling figure.

Breathing hard, you swung your staff, hitting true across the woman’s head. Snarling, the woman came at you, slashing you across the top of your chest with her blade. She was too unsteady to do any real damage.

She jumped again, aiming to land on you with her knife, but before she could, you pressed a button on your spear. Shining blades were revealed at either end of the spear. Digging one end into the mud at your feet, you lifted the end of the other, in line with the woman’s ark.

She was too committed to stop herself, or to change her course. You buckled under the weight of the woman as she impaled herself on the spear.

Turning her onto her back, you ripped your spear out and turned on the man. He was an easy target, struggling on the ground. You took the woman’s knife and pocketed it. Crawling to the man, you swung your bladed staff.

Collapsing to the ground, you hung your head.

Your legs shook with the effort of the fight. Black dots were racing across your vision, no doubt through the use of what ever power you had.

You turned your face to the rain, breathing hard. You don’t know how long you stayed there, on you knees in the mud. The rain didn’t stop, soon all traces of blood was washed off your skin. However, blood still stained your white undershirt where the lady had cut you.

After some time, Baby had made his was to you, still huddled under your parka. He was quiet, not making a noise.

Soon the sun set, and still you couldn’t make yourself move. The only thing keeping you from falling to the mud was some will to be alert, to protect the child.

You heard footsteps walking towards you. Your muscles screamed as you moved to block Baby from view. Lifting yourself into a fighting crouch, you dropped your head to see your opponent.

You could only see the silhouette of the someone moving closer. You tensed, whipping your staff up and baring your teeth.

“It’s me.”

Mando.

You slumped, silently rejoicing in the monotone voice of Mando. Crouching down in front of you, he pushed aside the parka to look at the kid.

“Let’s go back to the ship.”

“I can’t move,” was all you could say. Now that Mando was here, the adrenaline that had powered your body for the past few hours slowly faded. The black dots that had continuously danced across your vision grew larger.

Mando sighed, then lifted you from the ground in his arms. Picking up Baby, he rested him on your lap, doing his best to protect you and the kid from the rain with your parka.

Your head dropped back, as you looked into the sky filled with rain.

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krizaland · 4 years

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Enter the Zimvoid Chapter 37

First Chapter Previous

Behold the grand finale! I had so much fun going on this journey with you al! But all good things must come to an end!

This came out more bittersweet than I intended but it’ll still be happy!

“Wait! So that means….”You trailed off a bit as your face fell.

“Yes! That everyone is going to be sent home!” Your Zim chuckled with a toothy grin.

“No that wasn’t what I was gonna-”

“Y/N! You’re ok!”

The sound of 2k’s cheerful voice cut you off!

“2k!” You giggled as you jumped out of Brutus’s arms.

“You’ve got to stop scaring us!” Palindrome chuckled as he rushed over to you.

“Well, I’m ok now and that’s all that matters.” You giggled as you gave both 2k and Palindrome a hug.

Another portal begun to glow as 2k was slowly lifted into the air.

“Huh?! W-What’s going on?!” 2k clung to you as he tried to fight back the portal’s grip.

“Don’t worry, 2k! My Zim and Specs reprogrammed the Zapper! You’re just going home!” You reassured as you stroked his antennas.

“Oh! Heh! I knew that!” 2k lied with a chuckle.

“I’m sure you did.” You playfully shook your head.

“Well, before I go, I just wanna say: Thank you Alternate-Y/N. If it wasn’t for you, well I probably wouldn’t have made it this far.” 2k teared up a bit as he tried to hug you.

“You’re welcome, 2k! I’m gonna miss you but I’m glad I got to meet you!” You hugged 2k back.

“I’m gonna miss you too” Palindrome sniffled as he also hugged 2k.

“I’ll miss you too, Palindrome….”

And with that, 2k let go and let the portal take him away.

“Goodbye everyone!!”

“Bye 2k!! Tell your Y/N I said hi!” You called back.

2k nodded as he gave one final wave.

FWOOP!

Palindrome sniffled a bit as he watched his partner leave.

“Palindrome? Are you gonna be ok?” You asked as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Of course I will be, Y/N! I am a Zim. Zim is always fine.” Palindrome reassured as he gave the sky a warm smile.

“That’s the spirit!”

“Yes. Anyhow, I’ll probably have to go soon too. So Thank you, Alternate-Y/N. Thank you for not giving up on us.” Palindrome let out another sniffle as he gave you one last hug goodbye.

“I would’ve never given up on you guys.” You sniffled as you returned the hug.

“I know”

Another portal begun to glow and Palindrome was lifted into the sky.

“Looks like my time has come! Farewell, Alternate-Y/N! I’ll be sure to find a way to keep in touch!” Palindrome called with a wave.

“I hope so! Goodbye! Tell your Y/N I said hi too!”

FWOOP!

You gazed up at the sky for a moment before feeling someone tap your shoulder.

“Hey, uh, can I get a hug goodbye too?” A witch Zim asked as he rubbed his arm.

“Yeah! Can I get one too!” Asked a penguin Zim

“Mmph mmph?” Whimpered The Meat.

“Yes, I’ll give you all hugs too! Just make a single file line Ok?”

And with that, the rest of the Zims lined up and you gave each and everyone one final hug before they were sent back to their home dimension.

Soon the only Zims left were your Zim, Specs, Brutus, and Majestzee.

“Looks like we’re the last ones…” Specs sniffled as he adjusted his glasses.

“NO! I MADE A VOW TO YOU, BEAUTIFUL ONE! I SHALL NOT LEAVE YOUR SIDE! I REFUSE!” Majestzee wailed as he wrapped his arms around you.

“BRUTUS DOESN’T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO PRETTY Y/N!” Brutus wailed as he scooped both you and Majestzee up.

Specs’s lower lip quivered as another sniffle escaped his throat.

“Room for one more?”

Brutus nodded and pulled Specs into the group hug.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You didn’t want to say goodbye to any of them either.

“Hey! Save room for me!” Your Zim pouted as he climbed into the group hug.

“Zim, you’re from my timeline remember? We’re gonna go home together, you goof.” You chuckled as you patted his head.

“I know that! Come on up, GIR! Oh and you too, Dib-Stink!” Your Zim sighed as he gestured for Dib and GIR to join them.

“OKIE DOKI!” GIR chirped as he climbed onto Your Zim’s head.

“Ohhh-kay then.” Dib gingerly climbed into Brutus’s arms.

The final portal flashed brightly as everyone was lifted into the sky.

FWOOP!

When you opened your eyes you let out a surprised gasp!

You were still in Brutus’s arms! You looked around and discovered that both Specs and Majestzee was still there too.

Everyone else opened their eyes and looked around in confusion.

“Surprise! See, Y/N? I told you everyone was gonna go home!” Your Zim chuckled as he hopped out of Brutus’s arms.

“But this isn’t my timeline.” Specs noted as he climbed out of Brutus’s arms.

“This is not my superior timeline either!” Majestzee added as he followed Specs.

“THIS IS NOT BRUTUS’S TIMELINE EITHER!” Brutus noted as he held you tighter.

“Yeah, this is our timeline, Zim….too…tight….Brutus…”

“OH! SORRY!” Brutus loosened his grip and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know! These three inferior Zims had no Y/Ns of their own so I, as the ULTIMATE ZIM, have decided to be generous enough to share you with them!” Your Zim explained triumphantly.

“Wait! So you just sent three other Zims here?!” Dib asked as he wobbled out of Brutus’s grip.

“That’s right.”

“Not that I’m not grateful or anything but why would you do that?” Specs asked skeptically.

“Simple! My sweet, Y/N loves you all and I pity you all! Therefore this timeline is your new home now! No need to thank me!” Your Zim chuckled as he flicked his wrist.

“WAIT! BRUTUS DOESN’T HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE TO PRETTY Y/N?!” Brutus’s eyes lit up as he spoke.

“Nope! You get to live here with them now.” Your Zim sounded a little annoyed but still kept his cheerful demeanor.

“I, for one, couldn’t be more overjoyed to have the honor of living with the beautiful Y/N!” Majestzee gushed as he put a hand on his chest.

“Heh. I suppose things could’ve been worse.” Specs chuckled as he playfully shook his head.

“Wait! So…you’re really ok with sharing me, Zim?” You asked as you gently climbed out of Brutus’s arms.

“Of course I am, Y/N I AM THE ULTIMATE ZIM! I am more than capable of sharing you!” Your Zim chuckled as he folded his arms.

“Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” Your words flew out a mile a minute as you planted a huge kiss on your Zim’s cheek.

“I hate to break up this happy moment but what about Zib?!” Dib interjected as he squeezed between you and your Zim.

“What about him?” You Zim huffed.

“If you managed to bring all these other Zims here, then where did Zib end up?” Dib asked as he put his hands on his hips.

“Eh? Now that I think of it I’m not quite sure. Oh well, I know he didn’t end up here soo..I guess that doesn’t really matter.” You Zim chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.

Everyone else begun to laugh along with your Zim as the sun begun to rise.

Meanwhile, Zib awoke in a pale, white room.

No doors, no windows. Just walls of snow white.

Zib groaned as he rubbed his big head.

“Ugh….Where…Am I?”

BONK!

Zib felt something hard plop against his head.

“What the-Is that a walnut?” Zib asked as he picked up the walnut.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUCNH!

Zib felt his blood run cold as the loud crunching echoed throughout the room.

He slowly turned around and let out a horrified shriek!

What stood before him was the largest moose he had ever seen!

The moose said nothing but stared deep into his eyes as it continued to chew the walnuts in its mouth.

“N-No! No! NO!!!!!!!!!”

The End

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jiyongfan01 · 5 years

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untitled 200310

word count: 1366

genre: my first attempt at fics

tags: gender-neutral; fluff?, 2nd pov, reader insert

pairing: possibly mingyu? possibly seungcheol?

note: this is a first super nervous no one will see this but if you do pls lmk what you think? is it rushed it feels rushed i had a mood and i like wrote this in one go

you needed a place to stay for the semester and seungcheol offers the guest room to his apartment

at first you were wary apprehensive because seungcheol forgot to mention he lives with three other guys wonwoo jihoon and mingyu

wonwoo and jihoon seem friendly enough

with your new part time job and the semester starting you keep to yourself often

mingyu isn’t returning from winter break until the day of the new semester so you’ve never seen this guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

one day your walking home from work

it’s dusk and the sunlight is playing with your surroundings as you listen to a podcast via your headphones

you’re looking both ways at a crosswalk and that’s when your eyes pick up on a gorgeous figure across the street

you’re entranced as your gaze follows said figure. they’re walking down the block, and although you can’t see much with the oversized hoodie they’ve donned on, you can admire what the afternoon light is letting you

tan skin, proportional shoulders, a chiseled jawline, and-

before you could admire more, a longboarder crashes into you

there’s a small crowd making sure you and the longboarder are okay but you’re not there

you don’t hear the longboarders apologies; you’ve only scrambled to make sure your headphones are intact and before realigning your line of sight on this very attractive guy for as long as your seat on the concrete would allow you to.

the longboarder helps you up when you snap back to reality; did said attractive guy walking down the street not notice your actions? hopefully; that would minimize the regret from stopping and gawking at him only to get trucked by a longboarder who you could’ve easily avoided if you weren’t so out of it for that split second

back at the apartment seungcheol insisted and is now tending to your scraped knees

you’re in and out of focus as you try to remember the stranger from earlier. he was good looking. will he ever come by the coffee shop you work at? will you ever see him again in general.

you decide on the latter shouldn’t happen as that would cause you to just zone out again.

hey are you listening? seungcheol, sitting at the coffee table after applying the bandaids to your knees, snaps to get your attention

you still haven’t met mingyu; he’s on his way back so greet him when he--oh hey!

at that moment , someone walks through the front door and your shoulders visibly sank; shock almost evident on your face when you make eye contact with ‘mingyu’

seungcheol: mingyu i’ like you to meet our new roommate for the semester, this is-

mingyu: you’re that person that fell earlier. that looked painful; are you alright?

he instantly recognized you. wait, he saw ??

seungcheol, eyeing the both of you: you two’ve meant?

mingyu outstretches a hand towards you; you awkwardly shake it as you try to turn your blushing face the other way

seungcheol: pls don’t mind them; they’re extremely shy around new people

you make a quick exit for your room; mingyu brushes it off as he tells seungcheol about how he witnessed your fall in passing “ah okie i thought they were just being extra shy today”

but it wasn’t just “today”

you’d avoid saying hi to him at breakfast

you’d hide in your room the moment he comes home

you’d always look straight ahead whenever he was near you

days turns to weeks and

one day he couldn’t take it anymore

pulled you to the side one day while you were both in the kitchen meal prepping for the week

why do you ignore me

excuse me?

don’t deny it; we’ve been living together for 7 weeks now; it’s pretty obvious to everyone that you avoid me and now I’m asking why. if it’s because that time you fell, please remember everyone trips and falls on their faces every now and then.

don’t act like you don’t know ; why do you think I tripped in the first place?

honestly y/n i’m sick of the vaguity could you just say it straight out?

nope

are you going to make me guess

nope, im just going to walk away now bye

mingyu blocks your exit

talk to me, did i do something to upset you?

with your face full of chest, it’s hard not to show flustered you’re feeling rn

mingyu let me through , eyes looking away

not until you start looking at me when you talk to me

then i guess you’re going to stand here forever , as you duck under his arm to escape

this isn’t over

i think it is

the next day mc gets home asap so they can toothbrush and sleep/hide in their room b4 mingyu returns

mingyu gets home and waits outside br to trap them

mingyu enters br and blocks/locks mc from getting out

you ignore me and don’t even look me in the eye

it’s not fair to me

it’s making everyone uncomfortable

commence heated discussion

unbeknownst to them seungcheol was sleeping and has woken up

at first seungcheol said you’re just slow to open up but you literally talk to everyone but me

why! why is that

is it me? did i do something wrong?

maybe you don’t like me but you could at least treat me like a person for the sake of our roommates

or in the least, for your friend seungcheol

so tell me why, why do you shut me out like i'm something gross-

he won’t stfu so you cut him off

because you’re so fucking hot thats why! face flushed red, there’s no hiding it now

im sorry mingyu that i've been very uncomfortable around you

and i’m sorry i haven’t been handling that well

i just don’t feel like there’s anyone i could turn to help for about that

you distract me on all levels and frankly it’s quite annoying

i don’t know what these feeling are and i’d rather not find out ; grabs the doorknob and glares with whatever composure you have left and your very red face declares

now if you will excuse me i would like to recollect my dignity elsewhere not in this apartment

instead of moving aside, mingyu leans forward and envelopes you in a hug

thank god ; he exhales

i really thought you hated my guts

no i don’t hate your guts can you please get off of me ;

mingyu releases you and you dip w/in the first millisec (quite literally ducked under his raised arms so you could bypass the br door) it’s clarified mc is shy because he is unbearably attractive; mc leaves to get some air

mingyu tries to memorise what little he can recall of your scarlet cheeks before stepping out into the hallway

at that moment seungcheol emmerges

mingyu reads his expression as a ‘wtf’ face

mingyu: ok you heard nothing and also let’s just say mc thought i was scary-looking

mingyu takes it upon himself to fix the tension by announcing his idea to the guys’ group chat

so like i found out mc was shy around me because i look intimidating; mystery solved!

we’re gonna have a mingyu day so mc can be less shy around mingyu

seungcheol is like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is fine

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