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unfortunatebrainfarts · 1 month

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Cussing out anyone and everyone is fun until you get lasso'd out of bed to do it on behalf of your casual space cowboy co-worker who for some reason knows where you live

Boothill x f!reader

A/n: soort of part 2 to my previous work but can be read seperately‼️

"For the last time — let me go before I literally unscrew your dick off."

"Psh, as if ya got the balls for that lil' missy."

You don't even have to look at Boothill to know he was immensely enjoying himself right now — hell you couldn't even if you wanted to since you were currently getting dragged through the ice cold floors of wherever the hell you were, with a fucking lasso firmly binding your legs and arms.

"It's like 5 a.m. in the morning, what the hell could you even want at this god forsaken hour?!" You righteously grumble, but alas, you were met with nothing more than silence probably because you've asked similar questions before. Yes. This has happened before. Many times before.

For Boothill, tracking down enemies and pinning them down was great. Not being able to curse them out and instead calling them a 'cutie' and blessing their soul? Not so great. But that's where you come in! His lovely fellow galaxy ranger who's been with him long enough to know what he wants to say, and is far too weak(compared to this baby shark looking freak of a cyborg) to refute him. Physically that is — you always make sure that you complain his ear off to at least ensure some sort of mental damage.

"Hey! If you're going to take me somewhere could you at least not drag me all the way there? Ugh these floors are so cold I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia. If I do and I sue you, don't you have to pay me compensation for that? I'm expecting at least a million credits or so cause I don't think Lan provides health insurance for the galaxy rangers—"

Your pitiable monologue was abrubtly cut short by Boothill firmly gripping the rope which binded you and roughly jerking it upwards so that your body would fall limp directly on his shoulder like a giant worm, your head just centimeters away from his.

Of course to which you responded with automatic aggressive squirming and wiggling only making you look more and more like a worm. But honestly who could blame you? I mean, who just DOES THAT and expects the other party to be calmly subdued?!

"Oh sugar honey iced tea, could ya quit strugglin' for just one moment—" A large, metalic hand was promptly placed around your waist and no amount of wiggling could even get it to so much as budge. "Now that y'r off the darn floor ain'it 'bout time ya shut yer trap? Heh... we're almost there."

Now that you were head to head with Boothill, although not in the most favorable position, you could see his face now — his face with probably the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on it. His sharp teeth making themselves apparent, and unwavering eyes focused on just whatever lied ahead.

And then his feet stood still.

"THERE," he shouted unrestraintedly like a madman, while pointing his free hand at... a random lady in purple?

Without warning, Boothill launched himself forward stopping only inches away from the woman who looked just as confused as you.

"Now, go tell 'er that she's a wonderful ray of sunshine that deserves absoloutely nothin' but the best. Oh Acheron, bless your soul ya lovely imposter, be prepared to go on a playdate and have some teatime with me soon! Until then, you should keep yourself safe."

The sheer passion that Boothill had in his tone made it clear that he had a message to get across. Though you don't think the other woman, or supposedly Acheron, understood a word he said. You exasperatedly sigh, you felt just as bad for this lady as you did for you yourself.

"Well?! What'cha waitin' for," the arm around you tightened just enough for a squeak to involuntarily come out of you and you knew you weren't getting out of this.

You mentally apologise for this poor lady before translating his thoughts into words, "Er... what he means to say is uhm, 'you're a disgusting piece of shit who deserves to die seven times over by my hand. Oh Acheron, you absoloute dumbass fucking imposter, be prepared to meet me and face me off in a showdown soon, but you might as well just kill yourself before that."

"...," Acheron's face remained unchanging and blank throughout the whole spiel, Boothill's however, was characteristicly smug and maniacal.

To others, the three of you looked as if you were frozen in time for at least a minute or so, until Acheron simply tilted her head and monotonously responded,

"Sorry, who are you?"

#I wrote this in like 30 minutes pls help #li actually writes🤯#boothill x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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aresriiots · 4 months

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Dad!logan that's it that's the request

SWEET NOTHING ✷ LS2 ! ⊹ ·˚

━━ summary . . . ❪ IN WHICH, logan and his birthday twin daughter enjoy their birthdays ❫ !

━━ pairing . . . ❪ logan sargeant x fem!reader ❫ !

━━ faceclaim . . . ❪ n/a ❫ !

━━ warnings . . . ❪ none ❫ !

━━ milla speaks . . . ❪ pls pls pls ignore how HORRIFIC this is, i scrapped my original and wrote this in 30 minutes ❫ !

Logan Sargeant loved his family. Both his wife, and his daughter, Maisie. His daughter, Maisie, who coincidentally shared his birthday, just 20 years apart.

It seemed like fate ━━ his daughter, his blood, was connected with him in such a special way, it warmed his heart.

Which is why, even at 6:30am in the morning, he was grateful that his beautiful daughter was here to wake him up.

“Daddy, Daddy! Wake up, it’s our birthday!” Maisie yelled, climbing on top of him. She shook him as roughly as a (barely) three-year-old physically could, before Logan sprung up to encase his daughter in a hug.

“Happy birthday my darling girl. Have you gotten bigger?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at his daughter. She giggled a bit before replying with a quick “Yeah! I’m three now!”, before running out of the room to see her presents.

Rolling over to his side, he looked over at his wife. Over at you.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, he shook you (a lot gentler than Maisie, but nobody needed to know).

“Babe, wake up. There’s a wild toddler on the loose, and I need your help.”

You smiled, sitting up, before you pressed another kiss to Logan’s lips.

“Happy birthday, darling. You’re practically old now, you fossil.” He feigned hurt at that comment, he was only a few months older than yourself.

“That crazy toddler won’t wait for us, babe. We gotta get up.” He smiled, already pulling the covers off.

After opening all of her presents, Maisie was content sitting and playing with her new Barbie Dreamhouse play set, graciously gifted by Oscar and Lily. She was happily playing with her gifts, so she didn’t notice you turn to Logan.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You say, handing him a box. He smiled at you, before claiming he didn’t need a gift at all. You encouraged him to open it, and when he did, he grinned widely, looking up at you with shock.

“Tickets to the Dolphins game? Thank you!” The box was left abandoned on the couch, as he leapt up to hug you.

After a few kisses, you turned to Maisie.

“Maisie, want to visit Uncle Ozzy and Aunt Lily?”

#logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 #🪐 . . . ✷ milla speaks

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violetszone · 1 year

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Charles makes reader squirting for the first time pls 🙈

First of all, thank you for the request and I apologize in advance for my bad English. Actually, I wrote it in like 30 minutes because of excitement and it can be counted as my first post, at least it's the first one I've published.

Charles x fem!reader

WARNINGS: oral (fem receiving), oversimulate, squirting, Bad English (a little google translate)

You couldn't see Charles face to face for a long time, you could only talk on the phone cause he is dealing with training and you are dealing with job, and this situation started to tire you both a lot.

So when you and charles finally met at your house, neither of you could keep your hands to yourself,at first it was supposed to be an innocent dinner and movie night until the tension between you turns sexual (like always).

While watching the movie, charles had one hand on your calf and he was moving it up and down slowly, when he slid his hand in a little more, you opened your legs to make space for him, you were not taking your eyes off the movie.

When Charles ran his hand over your underwear, you sighed and your eyes met, finally you couldn't stand it and you started kissing him, his hand is still touching the top of your underwear, he pressed a little and you moaned into his mouth.

"Come here I can't hold back any longer" he said pulling you into his lap as you continued to kiss, rubbing your hips on his making you both moan.He put one of his hands on your breast and squeezed so you broke the kiss with one more sigh.

"I know mon amour " he said and placed a small kiss on your lips and took you in his arms, led you to your bedroom as soon as you entered the room he put you on the bed helped you take off the dress you were wearing and you started taking off his shirt.

As soon as you both got rid of what you were wearing, Charles started kissing you all over he slid down your stomach he looked into your eyes and pulled your panties off your legs "let me taste you ma chérie "

First he licked with his tongue a few times, even that would have been enough to make you cum since he hadn't touched you for a very long time, he knew that, he was going slowly, he slid his tongue in and out, everything he did with his mouth was bringing you closer.

When your body started to tense and moan he stopped and pulled back, you gasped at Charles and said "please baby make me cum I really need it" you know it wasn't a good sign when a smirk formed on his lips.

He started to eat you out again this time his fingers were involved too,which was driving you crazy, he felt you close again he slowed down he started to lick it slow so he would oversimulate you and don't let you cum.

You were almost crying your arms were aching from squeezing the sheets and Charles didn't let you cum finally when he took his hard cock out and slide in one move your body felt a bit of relief.

He was going slow on purpose you groaned with your nails on his back "Charles please stop torturing me faster please" he laughed and started kissing you, speeding up until you both turned into groaning messes.

This time it was really hard and fast when you broke the kiss you put your hands on his shoulder and tried to pull him closer you wrapped your legs around his waist so he slid deeper, you threw your head back and groaned "Fuck ,so good please". He groaned in french from time to time he was praise you but you were too overwhelmed to understand.

You finally started to feel like you were going to cum Charles realized this and put a hand on your waist "I know baby cum for me come on you deserve it" the last time he hit your g spot your eyes fog up and you started to cum so hard with trembling but something happened that you didn't realize until you regained consciousness.

Charles was still inside of you but everywhere was soaked , you covered your mouth with your hand in shock. He lookes confused and proud, Charles came out and sat on the bed. "Did you just squirt?"

You stammered a little "I-I don't know I'm sorry because I wasn't aware of it and you oversimulate me and-" he cut you with a kiss "Don't apologize for the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life "

He realized you are embarrassed,hugged you and went to find new sheets so you could both rest after the best sex you've had in a long time.

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from-the-clouds · 1 year

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giving kendall roy a blowjob pls

i have a fic about this here buuuttt i've been so down bad for ken lately and am embarrassed to say i literally dropped all my WIPs to also write this. inspired by this gif from @technicolourtelevision. also please follow my succ sideblog if u are a kendall girlie like myself @kendollroyco!

warnings: smut under the cut (18+ only, oral sex m receiving, degradation, dom!kendall - sorry but i want him to be mean to me) not proofread, and potentially just bad -- i wrote this in like a 30 minute fugue state.

first off, where you do this is kind of important because there are sooooo many good opportunities. maybe you work for him and he's making you suck him off under your desk, his hand down the front of your blouse. you have to go to the bathroom after to clean yourself up because your mascara is smudged and he's ruined your hair. or maybe you're on your knees for him in the back of a car, and he's refusing to roll up the partition. the straps of the gown you've got on are falling off your shoulders, and you're worried about getting caught but he's shoving your head down and he's whispering shit like 'but you're taking it anyways, aren't you?' and you can't help but moan as he shifts his hips so you take him even deeper.

but REALLY what i think about is like, in the most recent episode when he talks about not sleeping well. you're his girlfriend who lives with him, but you hardly see him. and one night when he comes home late you can just tell he's tense, like, ready to snap at anyone who gets in his way. you're curled up wearing one of his old harvard sweatshirts maybe watching tv or looking at your phone and he looks so fucking good in one of those suits that fits him like a glove.

when you ask him how he's doing, he's short and snippy. 'fine.'

'you stressed or something?' you ask, rather than start an argument.

'fuckin', uh, i don't know, what does it look like?'

you're sort of taken aback by how rude his response it, standing over you with his hands on his hips. 'don't tell me you waited up this late for me....' he's trying to chastise you, but you can see right through him.

'you're working too much' you sit up.

'uh-huh, right. i don't want to hear your shit right now, i'm fuckin' exhausted-' and he's trying to be mean, to push you away.

'i bet. all you do is toss and turn at night,' you agree.

you reach out, hook your fingers around the cool silver of his belt buckle and yank. he steps forward, even if his eyebrows are still pinched together, his lips curled down into a frown.

'i could give you something that might help.'

by the time you've pulled his briefs down to his ankles, his face has neutralized, even though his hands are still on his hips. you drop to your knees, ignoring the chill of the italian marble. he smiles a little, then, puts a hand on top of your head.

you don't go slow, you don't want to, and he doesn't let you. he pulls your hair and jerks his hips into your mouth. you take him all, using your hands to spread the slick from gagging on him several times around. of course, he talks you through it, tells you exactly what to do and how he wants it in that deep, raspy voice, which only gets deeper when he's turned on.

'god, you're such a fucking slut.'

and you don't care about looking pretty while you blow him. no, you might normally try to be cute about it, but when he's mean it only makes you more feral. you choke and gasp until tears run from the corner of your eyes and you're drooling, straddling his foot and grinding yourself against his black prada oxford's.

you whine and mewl around him, mouth so full the noises are unintelligible. 'you're so pathetic,' he groans, looking down at you, and you can tell he's getting close because his voice doesn't have the same conviction as before. 'that's it, atta girl, just take it.'

the more you allow yourself to get into it, the more turned on you get. the more turned on you are, the more desperate and filthy you want to feel. it just keeps building, compounding. until you take him just a little too far and retch. 'easy, easy.' kendall pulls back, his voice stern.

glancing up, he almost looks concerned. he scolds you. 'control yourself.'

you're pissed that it nearly sobers you up. 'shhh,' you hiss, swat his hand away from where it's landed on your cheek.

'okay, fine, if you fuckin' want it that bad.' his fingers fist the back of your head again.

immediately, you wrap your lips back around his cock. you use both hands to jerk him while you suck on his tip, bobbing your head and humming around him.

he gets quiet, and that's your cue. he's not great at using his words when he's about to come, but it's a good indication to keep up the rhythm you've built and not stop under any circumstances.

'uh-huh, that's-fuck!' ken makes sure he's buried in the back of your throat when he comes, hard, his hips stilling their movements, but he keeps your head in place with both his hands until he's sure you've swallowed everything he has to give you.

at some point, you pull away and slump against the back of the couch. your eyes are watering, your face feels impossibly hot, and your jaw aches. it's hard to see straight, so you cover your eyes with your hand.

'jesus,' kendall mutters your name.

you peek at him between your fingers to see him squat down. now he's on the same level as you. he moves your hand away from your face, a look of genuine curiosity etched in his features. you'd never blown him like that before. 'where'd that come from, sweetheart?'

'it's dumb,' you shake your head, a little embarrassed. 'i listened to this podcast...'

the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, hand under your chin so you are forced to look at him. 'uh-huh?' he asks. 'at home all day fuckin' uh....taking notes on how to give me good head?'

'shut up,' you go to smack his head away, feeling a new warmth rise to your cheeks, but he grabs your wrist and hauls you against his chest, nose poking into your hair, lips on your cheek.

'is there, uh, anything else they had to say on there i might be interested in learning about?'

'potentially,' you answer. 'if you have all night...'

he laughs, a comforting rumble right into your ear. 'i do.'

#idk what it is but like there is something about this man's manic dick i cannot stop thinking about #like this is so disgusting i'm hiding myself in shame rn #asks #writing #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #succession writing #kendall roy smut

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saenity · 1 month

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lego garden — a. arlert

prompt: taking care of plants is not meant for you.

warnings: heavy fluff, afab reader, kisses, this made me crave spaghetti, grammatical errors, occ armin!

note: wrote this last yr as my very first fic but never had the guts of uploading it. pls enjoy!

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being a student who is fueled by academic validation and high grades for sure doesn't have any time for taking care of something else besides yourself. your face is always buried in books from morning 'till noon leaving your plants dehydrated most of the time. you like those pretty pinterest worthy balcony gardens with small potted plants to keep your apartment not to look dull and boring.

you do have the balcony and the plants but you don't have the time and effort to keep things consistent outside of school work. that is why you ended up ranting to your perfect boyfriend about your problem.

you : bb Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

minminie : hello my dearest (⁠灬^‿^灬⁠)⁠♡

armin stopped organizing his transes when his phone went off showing your name in his lockscreen.

you : my other plant died ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

you : AGAIN !

you : this is the third time it happened i'm so upset of myself

minminie : oh no :( my condolences dearest :(

minminie : do you want me to go there? i'll cook something to cheer you up baby

you : i would love to bb (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

you : travel safe oki !

minminie : ofc dearest !

armin knew how you really wanted to have a small balcony garden if you weren't careless and forgetful abt your plants. that's why he ordered something he hopes you would like and that will last long even if you forget to water it for weeks. but first, he's gonna prepare the ingredients for the food tonight.

30 minutes passed and you hear your doorbell ring making you get up from your bed to greet your lover. as you open your apartment's door, you are greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in a beige oversize sweater over a white collared shirt and slacks to finish off the fit.

the get up compliments armin as it highlights his soft features and brings out his expressive cerulean eyes. he also has his infamous soft smile accompanied by a tinge of red on his cheeks. you can't help but smile at how beautiful your man is and how lucky you are for having such beaute.

"hello pretty" you greet your lover and you swear you saw his cheeks went to a darker shade.

"hello my dearest" he smiles as he wrap his arm around you as soon he placed the paper bag filled with the needs for the night. you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his perfume and feeling more tranquil after the depressing event that occured earlier. you drew apart from each other but not enough to put distance from one another as you lean up to meet armin's lips for a kiss. it was long, sweet and comforting. something you definitely needed.

armin ended the kiss with few a pecks before completely detaching himself from you. your cheeks burned with how endearingly your boyfriend treats you.

"i hope you're not hungry at the moment, i'm gonna go cook our dinner now. go and relax yourself in the comfort of your bed, do you want me to tuck you in?" your eyes brightened at his suggestion.

"please do the honors, love!" you're practically jumping on your toes as you hop going to your bedroom. armin enters a very familiar room and sees you, his beloved already laying on the bed with your phone ready to be tucked by him. he giggles seeing how comfortable you are letting him see you in your unguarded form. your lover sits down on the bed and pulled the devut until its over your neck. he raises your head to pull your hair away under you to keep you comfortable and he then continues tucking you completely in the duvet for maximum comfort.

with a light kiss on your forehead, armin smiles at you and your relaxed figure, happy that he made his darling happy in small gestures.

"okay, love. i'll be on the kitchen to cook our dinner! if you need anything just call out for me okay?"

you nod at his statement and he leaves as soon you finished setting up a show to watch on your show.

armin placed everything he needed for the night's meal on the counter recalling if he got everything here. he turned on the stove to heat up the water for the pasta noodles. also heated up another pan for the sauce of the pasta. he cooked everything nice and swift within an hour so he is only left with preparing the table for something romantic. he pulls out a tablecloth from the paperbag and placed it on table to add up a sense of restaurant vibe. armin placed your hello kitty inspired utensils on your side of the table because it's your favorite. if only your hello kitty plate didn't shatter when a classmate of yours dropped it, everything would be perfect tonight. going back, armin now lit up a new batch of your favorite scented candles he bought that day since you mentioned earlier this week yours is on its last threads.

armin let's out a proud huff as he checks how the table turns out. the food is perfectly placed in the plate, he made sure to add extra cheese and cream on the spaghetti sauce to make it creamier just how you like it. wine glasses reflecting the candle's flames sitted next to the plates with a bucket full of ice to ensure the wine remains cold as the night progress.

with a sigh of relief, armin excitedly walks towards your room to start the night with you.

"baby? dinner's ready, let' get up" your boyfriend's saccharine voice caught your attention away from the show you're watching. with an excited jump, you went out of your bed and grab on your boyfriend's inviting hand and both of you walk hand on hand towards the beautifully setted up table.

a big smile forms on your face followed by giggles and burning of your cheeks. glancing at armin, he has his eyes on you happy with your reaction.

"armin! this is... woah..."

"do you like it?"

"of course! everything looks perfect, thank you love." you tiptoed to give armin a kiss on his cheeks to show how grateful you are for making your night special.

armin blushes at your action and can't help himself but to think how he would do anything to keep the bright smile stay on your face.

"come on come on, let's eat, love! i made the spaghetti extra special just for you." armin ushers you sit on the chair he pulled out for you.

you and armin filled the night with ease and joyous storytelling. the meal was scrumptious, the candles making the artmosphere calm and relaxing, and just being with the man who planned everything made you a lot better.

"thank you so much for the night, love. i didn't expect a romantic dinner would be your way of comforting me." you joked at the end.

armin looks at you with a glint of nervousness on his cerulean eyes.

"well actually, there's something more i prepared for us actually." he glimpse at you as he pulls out 3 small boxes from under the table.

your eyes went wide with curiousity not noticing the boxes earlier. armin placed the boxes in front of both of you and you let out a soft gasp to see what are the boxes are.

on the front of the boxes form an image of potted flowers made out of legos. armin smiles at you as you take a closer look of one of the boxes.

"i bought this lego flowers to make you feel better. i know it's not as good as the real plants but i hope it's something that would be as special as the latter. with these, they won't witter even if you forget about watering it a few days." he scratches his neck as he explained the boxes.

what armin didn't expect was you leaping out of the chair to hug him and giving him a big kiss.gasping for air, armin looks baffled at the brazen actions and looks at you with big eyes.

"armin! these are adorable and perfect, just look at them!" you hold all of the boxes with enthusiasm.

"let go build them, baby? we will create our own lego garden here." he starts off as he opens a box for you.

you nodded with eyes glimming at him. maybe creating a lego garden is more special and memorable when it's created with someone you love.

#armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #armin arlert x you #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin x reader #fluff

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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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Resemblance pls 👀

AH! one of my fave wips >w< kekekekke I'm working out the problems with ages and locations... or if its time travel with it. BUT BASICALLY!!

If Danny 10 Dick be 30 Bruce 46 Jason 25 Tim/steph 23 cass 25 babs 33 Damian 16 Unless time travel which danny could be 14 (Rough calculations.. =w= and it being in bludheaven is the issue kind of) Dick is Danny's bio dad. And mom was actually Catlina Forge (Tarantula) from the rooftop scene. >> the not consensual one. Neither Danny and Dick know this yet though. Dick meets Danny on the streets and after sometime convinces him to come back with him. So Danny and Dick build up this relationship, finding out they like similar things and know each other's secret identity. Danny hell bent on helping Dick because he been doing this vigilante stuff alone. Dick does have Babs searching up Danny, to see what he can do for the kid. Only for them come across the fact he was adopted. Biologically is Dick's.. Bruce is the one to call and tell Dick. (Explaining this first half poorly Imma sorry~) Dick tries to mentally figure out who it could be, almost believing maybe someone stole his dna and made a kid. Supes had that happen- only for a possibility to be stuck in his head. Making him shut down for a few days. AND Now I'll show an excerpt because I wrote some parts of this scene >w<. All can change when I write it but I did write out a few scenes.

“You just puked your guts out, I really don't think-” “I'll be fine, Danny. I can't let a little stomach trouble keep me from protecting people.” Dick kept his back facing Danny. He knew the kid could tell something's bothering him. He just.. couldn't tell him. How could he? Not yet. “Then let me-” “No!” Dick visibly flinched at his own voice, taking a deep breath so he could face Danny. He forced a smile, looking an empty spot beside Danny's head. “Look, Its fine. You patrolled last night. Just stay here, okay? I'll be back at the usual time.” Danny stayed silent, glancing him over, before turning his head to the side in defeat. Dick felt so guilty, but it was pouring.. and he just.. couldn't. Not tonight. He needed to be alone. “Don't get sicker.” the boy muttered. Dick gave a nod, then turned to leave out the window into the dark and rainy night. Praying Danny just stays put as he asked. He didn't want Danny to leave, but it was difficult to be around him right now. If he really was.. Dick felt bile wanting to come up his throat. Shame washing over him, as he grappled to another rooftop, keeping pace. He needed to watch out for crime.. he'll simmer over things later.

Dick perched himself on one of the rooftops, rain pouring down hard around him. It was almost impossible to see. Yet, he watched as his hair stuck to his face, soaked with rain. He should head home. Its been a quiet night, but his mind kept replaying images of that night in his head. His throat swallowed thickly. He felt a figure swoop in beside him. The rain no longer was beating into his back as he noticed familiar cape through the corner of his eye. “What'chu doing all the way out here, B?” “You haven't responded in days.” “Days? That's how long, huh.” Dick knew he should have at least texted them but he didn't want to. Couldn't pull himself to. “Hope you didn't scare Danny or did you use the tracker?” “...Apartment was empty.” Dick's eyes widened as he stood up, returning back into his place in the rain. He searched behind them, furrowing his brows. “Danny. I know you're there.” There was nothing but the rain for a few minutes. “You're not in trouble.” Dick knew the kid was just watching out for him. Still sent a chill up his spine to know he was being watched without knowing it. They heard an audible sigh as Danny revealed himself in his phantom form. He was rubbing his arms and looking at his feet out of guilt of being caught. He floated there a moment, then looked up glancing between Batman and Dick. “Sorry. I know you said.. I just.. I..-i'll just get going.” Before Dick could say anything, Danny flew off back towards the apartment. The word 'wait' uncomfortably stay stuck in his swelling throat as he watched Danny disappear into the dense rain. Dick sighed running his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to do. Tears pricking his eyes. “Have you told him?” Bruce asked. Dick weakly chuckled, blinking back his tears. His voice breaking as he talked not looking back at the man who raised him. “No.. I ..I couldn't .. I can't If its true then it has to be.. that night..”

“Son.. What did ___ do?” “Oh god, so it is her, Huh?”

Bruce only nodded with a grunt, eyes soft. “Its nothing-” “Dick, you've been shutting yourself in.” “Rich coming from you-” “Please. You don't have to tell me, but at least let us help you. You're not alone, you will never be alone.” “..B.. Dad.. I “ Dick fell face first into Bruce's shoulder and started crying. Bruce embraced his son with his arms, allowing Dick to do the same. Dick gripped tightly at Bruce's cape as he cried. It took him a few minutes before he could gather his voice again. He peaked back at his Father with a sniffle, before finally telling Bruce what had happened all those years ago. --- Stupid. He should have known he overstayed his welcome! Danny knew whatever was bothering Dick... it was about him. He had to leave, tonight. He didn't want to cause Dick anymore distress, besides he probably be better off than to have Danny leeching off of him.

Danny flew straight into the apartment. He didn't have time to change. Just grab his bag and-Danny walked out of the bedroom into the living room, realizing he wasn't the only one there. “So this is Dickie's little side bird?” A guy leaning casually back on the couch with black hair and white stripe. He had a red bat on his chest and a brown jacket. Something was off with him, the white hair didn't seem bleached. At least not by normal method. Danny was sure of it. “You look like you were about to fly the coop.” Said another, black hair boy, he wore a red and black outfit too, but it was more red than black. Danny stood their frozen, as the group stared at him. There was three others who hadn't spoke yet. A girl in black and yellow eyeing him down. A dark skin boy in a yellow suit, and a boy in a red, green, with a black and yellow cape. He looked the closest to his age. They mentioned Dick.. why were they all here in their costumes? I guess it be harder to realize their family. The silence dragged on too long as he heard a cough coming from the dark skinned hero. “I.. I wasn't...” Danny tossed his bag through the door, as he allowed himself to plop his feet onto the ground. “Why are..Who are..” “Big bird doesn't even talk about us!” The black and white haired man mocked as he placed a hand over his heart. “We're Dick's siblings.” “Any reason you all are here.. dressed as...?” “Father thought something terrible had happened to both you and Richard, so we came to investigate. That's when Father found out Richard was on patrol.” The younger of the group spoke, though he sounded quite older. “Oh.. no. We're...” fine wouldn't really be the right word. Danny rubbed his arm awkwardly, “So.. you guys already.. know.. right?” “Yeah, kid. We do.” The man spoke softly. Danny stared at the black and white haired man. His words were sincere as he stared at him. He had died too, that must have been Jason. Danny sighed and decided his escape was post-pone, he might as well get comfy. White rings appeared at his waist then split into two as it washed up and down his form, revealing his human form. “What a costume change, wish my suit was that easy.” Duke whistled, rubbing his eyes. Danny rubbed his arm awkwardly, shuffling in one spot. “This is your home, don't be a stranger. Tim call pizza.” Jason patting empty space between him and Tim. “A game.” The girl spoke with a smile. “Duke, look under the cabinet, I'm sure Dickie got them some where.” “Ac-actually they're in the coffee table.” Danny pointed out as he shuffled to take a sit, feeling uncomfortable being in the middle. He had to play along, maybe they'll lighten up enough and he can go. Before they realize how much pain he's causing their brother.

--- So he hangs out with them for a little while til he just wants to be alone. So he finally took Dick's offer and tells the others he's stealing Dick's bed for the night. He ends up falling asleep in clothes Dick gave him for pjs, with a picture of the Fenton family by his head because he's really missing home.. not feeling like he belongs anywhere despite how warm everyone was.. he just misses being with his family (even if parents shot him lol) plus just feels lonely.

Dick gets back and the batfam informs him that Danny might fly away so Cass n Duke stays after a debate, they stay in the living room.. and so Dick makes his way to bedroom to change. (Dick having given Bruce permission to let the others know since they both figured they would dig until they found out anyways the woes of a detective family) mix feelings still there. Notices the photo by Danny's head and tries to take a peak, only for danny to wake up. Then an awkward talk, Danny offering to move back to the couch but dick telling him to stay there, duke and cass sleeping in the living room. Danny offering the floor but Dick saying he's not going to make danny sleep in the floor. though it is awkward for him to. Talk about Danny's family a bit before Danny goes to get water while dick changes. Only to break a glass because Cass scares him (she noticed that he seemed prepared to just up and fly again. )-- basically its a night of talking and sharing a bed. cass and duke staying til both dick and danny are up to let them talk seriously =w= though they procrastinate on it longer. But their last night talk did make danny not feel like he has to fly away.. =w= b though dick wakes up from a nightmare danny over heard Duke and Cass had breakfast ordered (bruce's gift lol ) but dick woke up from trauma nightmare and so he isn't feeling it. Saying Danny can have his. Danny argues.. but dick's right, Danny can eat both (probably should) So asks if he wants him to get the cereal. )

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #danny fenton #danny is dick's son #worse way possible #they have to work through trauma #so very angsty and healing fic #writing excerpts #came about because I wanted more dick #that sounds awful out of context #and in context #fanfic wip #asks #tw rape

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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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Omg I just found your account ahdsj and I love it!! Especially your ringo stuff eee, could I rq a blurb where the reader is a assistant for the beatles and ringo starts to notice you've been getting stressed and haven't been sleeping enough/eating well and is determined to help? Sorry if your fanfic rqs aren't open rn I was just wonderin!!:>

Thank you! I love writing imagines for Ringo 🥺😍🥰 & honestly pls request more imagines of Ringo because I love him sooo much. Also my inbox is always open for imagines of The Beatles! Don’t be afraid to request one!

I hope you like this imagine!

Help!

You were working as a assistant for The Beatles for a while now.

It did get chaotic sometimes working for the boys. They would run all over you and you honestly felt like a teacher calming down a classroom full of children when they got rowdy, loud and chased each other.

Your job wasn’t as easy as they thought it was. You had to mange them, schedule dinner meets, conferences, meet and greets, handle their paperwork, made sure the boys got up on time, and communicate back and forth to Brian every day about what’s going on.

You felt like you were running around with your head cut off and the boys weren’t making it easy…

“Boys! Can you stop that please?” You asked nicely as you saw John, Paul and George playing with their food and started to throw it at each other while laughing.

You noticed that Ringo was just silently staring at them, slowly taking bites of his mashed potatoes.

Of course as usual they didn’t listen to you and continued to do what they were doing.

“Please don’t do that, you are going to-“ You begin as you saw Paul grab a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and threw it right at John’s suit.

“Ruin his suit.” You mumbled to yourself. It was too late. John’s suit was ruined and it was only 30 minutes until they needed to leave for showtime.

John and Paul just started laughing at the mashed potato stain that John now had on his suit.

“It feels like I’m working for a bunch of children!!” You groaned out loud, covering your face as you left the room.

Ringo felt bad for you. He knew that his bandmates didn’t care and they weren’t taking it easy on you. He was the only one that didn’t participate in the foolish acts that they did.

He also noticed that you weren’t eating and sleeping well. He knew that you were up late at night planning for the next day and working hard while the boys were sleeping.

Ringo wanted to give you a hand and help you out. He felt like it was the right thing to do and he wanted for you to have a break for once without having a stressful day.

At least he thought that your job wasn’t easy…

After the concert, you stayed up late as always and worked on plans for the next days ahead. You made sure paperwork was done and you wrote a few reminders down to make sure you wouldn’t forget.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door.

You raised an eyebrow, putting down your pencil.

“Who could this be? Probably one of the boys wanting something.” You mumbled to yourself as you put on a robe.

“Yes come in.” You said, sitting down on your chair.

“Hey… It’s me Ringo.” Ringo gave you a smile as he opened your bedroom door.

“Hey Ringo, Can I help you?” You said in confusion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You added as he came to your room.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” Ringo said, sitting down on you bed.

“Yes of course. About what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I noticed you work very hard and I know you don’t get appreciate of how hard you work. You deserve to have a stress-free life. You done so much for us. You are the most selfless person i know. You are a very lovely lady and I hate to see how my band mates treat you. I was wondering if… I could help?” Ringo asked.

You were shocked but in awe of his words.

Ringo noticed how hard you been working? And noticed how you felt?

That was so sweet of him.

“Ringo, you are such a sweet guy… I appreciate your offer but-“ you begin before he cut you off.

“I’ll do it for free. I’ll do it to make sure you don’t have enough on your plate. I want to make sure that at the end of the day you are eating, sleeping well and being stress free. That’s all it matters to me.” Ringo took your hand and held it.

“I promise.” He said softly.

“Okay. Of course. That will do.” You said softly with a smile.

“Thank you.” You added, leaning in to give Ringo a hug.

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Ringo hugged you back.

Over the next few weeks, there was definitely a huge improvement.

With Ringo’s help, you got to relax, eat and sleep well. He even calmed John, Paul and George down when they were acting really rowdy and he made them realize that your job position wasn’t easy.

He even helped you out scheduling meetings, dinner, hotels, meet and greets with public, flights and people as well.

Having Ringo by your side made it so easy. You weren’t stressed out as you were back then. He had your back and having his help made it more easier on you. Every night he would offer to give you a massage which of course you accepted because Ringo was really good at massaging you and his massage’s relaxed you and your body a lot.

“Ringo I just know you are going to be husband material one day!” You told him as he started to massage your feet.

Ringo started blushing after you told him that.

“You deserve it my dear Y/N. For being a good assistant.” Ringo said.

“Hey guys have you seen my -“ John said as he came to the living room where Ringo was giving you a massage at.

“Aww Ringo, I didn’t know you had the hots for Y/N.” John smirked at Ringo.

“What are you talking about? I’m just giving her a massage.” Ringo said, raising his eyebrow at him. You raised your eyebrow at John as well while you took a sip of your lemonade drink.

“Mhm sure. Just make sure to use protection if you guys ever decide to do it.” John smirked and left.

John’s comment almost made you spit out your drink.

#the beatles #john lennon #ringo starr #the beatles fandom #george harrison #paul mccarthy #the beatles tumblr #beatlemania #the beatles imagine #the beatles collection #ringo starr imagine #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr y/n #ringo starr x y/n #ringo starr fandom #ringo starr headcannons #ringo starkey #the beatles x reader #the beatles imagines

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ijhyo · 2 years

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TXT : FOOD AS A LOVE LANGUAGE

pairing. ot5 x gn reader

summary. or, alternatively, the subtle romanticism of sharing food

genre. fluff ; established relationship (can be read as platonic) warnings. food (obvi) ; reader is sick in yeonjun's one wc. 629

notes. can we pls cook together and make a mess in the kitchen and not care and clean it up together and tell each other how good it tastes and be so so in love? i saw a tweet talking about how food covers all five love languages using txt as examples and i am crazy and wrote this in like 30 minutes

— ✧ S O O B I N

“Oh my gosh, I just found a recipe for triple chocolate brownies.”

You look up from your phone to find Soobin standing over you with a crazed look in his eyes. “Did you, now?” you ask.

He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, I remembered you saying how you were craving them yesterday so I searched some recipes and found the perfect one.”

You have to bite back the smile that threatens to break out on your face. “You could have just bought some.”

“Well, yeah, but I wanted to bake them together.”

This time, you can’t control it and a smile spreads on your face. “Okay, yeah, sure, let’s bake.”

— ✧ Y E O N J U N

“Come on, eat up.” You groan from your place on the couch, throwing an arm over your head, much to the amusement of your boyfriend. Undeterred by your antics, Yeonjun simply brings the spoon closer to your mouth. “Here comes the airplane,” he sing-songs, much to your chagrin.

You have a half a mind to swat his hand away and you would if you weren’t so weak.

“I don’t want to eat,” you croak out, the words scratching out of your throat. “My throat hurts.”

Yeonjun pouts worriedly, a crease forming between his eyebrows that you just want to kiss away. “I know, baby, but this will help you feel better. Let me feed you?”

He looks so cute, how could you deny him? With a huff, you push yourself up and open your mouth wordlessly. You are rewarded with a kiss ob your head and a blinding smile from Yeonjun.

— ✧ B E O M G Y U

“You can have the last slice,” you say gesturing to the pizza left in the box.

Beomgyu’s eyes flit between you and the pizza in question curiously. “Really?” You just shrug in response.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

He hums thoughtfully and when you think he is about to eat it, he reaches for a knife and cuts the pizza in half. “There,” he says, putting one half on your plate, “we’ll both have the last slice.”

— ✧ T A E H Y U N

“What do you want for dinner?” Taehyun asks, approaching where you have been working on schoolwork for the past few hours.

You answer noncommittally, barely looking up from the books in front of you. “Um, I don’t know, we can just order something.”

Taehyun nods silently and retreats back into the kitchen. You don’t hear from him again until you finally finish your work and assume that he’s kept your food aside for you.

Surprised is an understatement for what you feel when you see the kitchen counter full of various side dishes and the Taehyun putting dishes away in the sink. “Did you cook this?” you ask taking a seat.

“Duh,” Taehyun deadpans, turning to face you. “You need to eat real food when you’re working that hard, dummy.”

You can’t help but smile despite the insult tacked on the end of his confession. “I’ll help with the washing up.”

— ✧ H U E N I N G K A I

“Here, try mine.” Kai holds out his ice cream cone for you, carefully pulling you closer to him so you don’t accidentally bump into anyone on the sidewalk.

You hum appreciatively at the taste, the flavour differing from the one you picked from yourself. When he pulls it back, he looks at you expectantly and you give him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

He grins widely and wordlessly takes a bite out of your own ice cream that you are holding out for him. “Ooh!” he squeals approvingly and goes in for a second bite.

“Stop it, you have your own!” you exclaim indignantly even though you know you would share him anyways.

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pupcuck · 6 months

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omg cherry i just had a thought about.. adoptive dads chris and leon who started to see u in a different light at the same time...

like imagine how disgusted they would be of themselves! you're their little girl! they adopted you when you were still a kindergartener, watched you grow up, supported you through all those weird teenage phases! they would never think of you in such a filthy way...

at least not until you finally came back from uni after like 4 years, maybe you were studying abroad so your only means of comunication with your dads were text messages and eventual calls. but now you're finally back! but yours dads didn't expext you to be so... changed.

your face matured, no signs of the baby fat that you had before travelling out of the country. they way you dressed reflected what kind of people you were hanging out with in college, either clothes too small and revealing, or the appropriate size but way too tight in certain places. and your body of course... when did god graced you with such a womanly body? hell, when did you went from a girl to a woman? probably in one of your weekend nights out, chris thought, or maybe in a empty classroom when one of your teachers suggested how you could improve your grades, said leon's mind.

both of them couldn't help but steal glances at your ass whenever you turned around, or keep theirs hands on your back longer than necessary after a hug, and they also couldn't stop their dirty thoughts the more they spent time around you. either taking you for themselves or sharing you with your other father. the place didn't matter either, it could be the couch you were currently laying on, or the dining table the three of you ate at a hour before. or they could be classic and take you to their room, but it would take so long since it's upstairs, besides you're already in the couch sooo...

but hey! what are they doing! thinking about fucking their daughter? how gross! they should feel disgusted; indeed, they feel disgusted. but such feeling doesn't stop their filthy fantasies involving you, doesn't stop their sneaky hands on your body while you cuddled with them in the living room —and you didn't think much of it cause hey! it's just your dads!—, and definitely doesn't stop them to, later at night, have sex knowing damn well you were sleeping in your childhood room, just behind the wall their bed's headboard was almost banging against. and while they fucked the hell out of each other, they couldn't help but wish it was you who they're pounding into, or maybe that you were in between them, taking care of them both. disgusting.

and oh, these two old men, so engulfed in their own pleasure that they didn't give a single thought to try to muffle their sounds. and of course you woke up to slapping sounds and loud grunts and groans. in a half-asleep state, you were unable to think of the obvious reason behind such sounds, growing worried of what was going on in your dads' room. maybe you should cheek if your old men are doing fine...

bonus!!! if you were still a virgin, they would definitely have a 30 minute fight about who would defile you. but in the end they'd probably fuck your pussy at the same time, so you could have the honor of having your first time with your two loving dads! how considerate of them, no?

also, could i be the 🩰 anon maybe? if it's not taken already.. also pls dont mind any typos i wrote thiz in a rush ^^

ofc u can be 🩰 :3 under the cut response bc i made it a little long 😭

AND OH MY GOD i was stuck on the whole dad chris, uncle leon train BUT UR SO SMART… MARRIED CHREON N THEIR DAUGHTER IS SO REAL!!! i like the idea of both of them feeling this way, but leon thinks chris will literally shoot him for thinking that way and chris thinks leon won’t hesitate to kick him out, send him packing, to get far away from their little girl.

they don’t talk about it, but when they’re fucking, it’s so heated. they don’t usually get so worked up, so needy, half the time leon can’t even get it up and chris isn’t one of those guys that need to go every day. neither of their sex drives r particularly high. not at all. but since you’ve come home? it’s gone through the roof, they can’t keep their hands off each other and it’s all your fault.

leon’s a bit quicker to notice than chris. he’ll watch chris get more affectionate, usually the big guy gives you a lot of space, he thinks chris just missed you, after all he’s always been the one that’s more involved in caretaking with you. but it’s more than that. he can see the way chris has difficulty looking you in the eye, how his fingers twitch when you hug him from behind while he washes the dishes, or when he’s making breakfast. how handsy chris gets when you’re near him, keeps asking you to come over n give your old man a hug. it’s so unusual and it clicks. chris wants you too.

chris only notices when leon starts getting loud about it. leon’s doing it on purpose of course. but chris doesn’t know that. he keeps calling you all these names, sugar ‘n baby ‘n bunny ‘n princess, stuff that’s so unlike leon. he’s sorta stiff, always been a babe or baby kinda guy. and leon keeps commenting on how much you’ve grown up, how you look like such a big girl, and he’ll say that and glance very pointedly at your bust, or he’ll put his hands on your hips to move you out the way when he’s getting past. just makes flirty comments that are very typical of leon towards chris, but not towards you. and it kinda clicks for him too.

#🩰 anon #tw incest #tw pseudocest #inbox 💌

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dilucsfav · 2 years

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Hey! I’ve got some Cyno for you.

Imagine him walking by a group of students who are too engrossed in a conversation with Reader, right? So they don’t notice him.

He’s listening to what they’re saying and is just in time to hear Reader tell their peers a terrible, horrible joke — nobody laughs, of course, but Reader is doing their damn best to hold in their grin.

So Cyno, whose humor is questionable, just nearly snorts and draws attention to himself.

And you could take it from there? Please? :P because my brain won’t cooperate anymore sjjxlfhdksks

AHAHHZHHHH SCHOOL BOY CYNO???? SCHOOL BOY CYNO???? PLSSS IVE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS ONE DARLINGS.

I overthought about this so much ngl. literally pissed my panties when i read “student,” thinking “DO THEY MEAN HIGH SCHOOL? GRADUATE SCHOOL? COLLEGE? GRADE SCHOOL?” pls and after i wrote it i realized “well fuck maybe they meant students in teyvat,” and then realized if that was the case, then i just wrote a drabble about sumeru high school😭. im not sure if this is what you had wanted BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAYS.

omg but ngl i thought about this off and on all day and now it’s late and i think i’ve FINALLY figured out how i’m gonna write about this…. i had so so much fun writing this and PLEASE LIKE WTFF MY HEART IS MELTING. i also looked up "terrible dad jokes" on google and that's where i found the joke mentioned in this drabble HELDODld-

anyways sorry for the essay, thank you for your request!! praying to lord barbatos that this is kind of.. what you were looking for… IM SORRY IF ITS BAD GUYS PLEASE I SPENT LIKE 30 MINUTES WRITING IT

Holy Water (Cyno x gn!reader)

warning(s): none!!

word count: 550

The lyrics of Cyno’s music flamed loudly through his earbuds, his eyes drawn to the floor as he walked through the crowded hallway.

His curious eyes darted upwards in your direction as he took his earbuds out, quickly shoving them in his pocket. His eyes glazed over your figure as he stared at the small group of people you were chatting with.

You had a stupidly huge grin on your face, your toothy smile making Cyno bite his tongue. His eyes immediately darted towards the floor, but he kept his ears open as he started walking past you.

“How do you make holy water?” You asked, taking a deep breath to keep your laugh in your chest. Cyno listened closely with his brows knitted together as the group of students just stared at you blankly.

“I’m… not sure,” Collei, one of the students in the little group, said to you. She tilted her head in wonder as Tighnari crossed his arms, shrugging.

“You freeze it and then drill holes in it.”

The whole group stared at you and their expressions were pretty blank. Tighnari raised a brow to your foul joke, his mouth parted to the side in wonder. He didn’t try to show any amusement.

Collei nervously smiled after she understood the joke, creasing her brows and holding her books tighter to try and attempt to show some sign of laughter from your joke.

Cyno’s brows rose when he heard the joke, taking a moment to fully process and understand what it even meant. It finally did click in his head, though.

Tighnari, you and Collei all batted your eyes when you heard a small chuckle coming from him. He hadn’t even realized that the small laugh had actually come out. Cyno stopped in his tracks, steadily turning to look at the three of you.

He saw the huge grin on your face become wider.

“See, ahah! I am funny! In your face, Tighnari!” You squealed, playfully hitting Tighnari’s arm. Cyno just stared at you all in shock, unable to really move or say anything.

“You… thought that was funny.” It was more so a statement than a question. Cyno blinked at Tighnari as he said this, before quickly walking down the hallway without saying a word.

Cyno tapped his fingers against the desk, staring at the person who sat right in front of him— you. He couldn’t help but stare at you, thinking of the small interaction he had with you just moments previously.

You looked a little nervous from his blunt and confusing reaction when Tighnari asked him about the joke. Cyno never really had any real conversations with you, as you had lots of other friends. Occasionally, though, you did see him and wave or smile.

Class had already started, so Cyno couldn’t necessarily apologize right now. Maybe it was because he was paranoid, but you seemed bothered and he couldn’t help but blame himself.

That might have been the only reason why he wrote down something quickly on a small piece of paper, quickly tapped your shoulder, and then gave you it.

You looked confused from the notion but when Cyno nodded his head, you looked down to read the small piece of paper, grinning at what it said.

"I thought your joke was really funny. We should talk more."

#cyno x reader #cyno #cyno x y/n #cyno x gn reader #gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin cyno #genshin drabbles #drabble

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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don't fly away | 60s!elvis, time traveler!elvis(??) x reader (gender neutral reader i think)

summary: after holding off on watching his own biopic for so long, elvis finally decides he's ready to watch it with you.

warnings: mentions of his death, pills, tom parker ?? sorry if i'm missing anything!

word count: 2.7k

note: okay so. i was so nervous about posting this. i've never written reader insert fics and i haven't written in almost 3 years. i was worried this would be too much or too sad but it's been something i've been thinking about for the last few days so i wrote it and was like okaaayyy i might as well post it too. i'd love to write more for elvis in the future though! i just don't write smut cause i'm awful at it LOL. i promise it's not all sad. anyway. i'm terrible at writing endings and i'm also dyslexic so i apologize if anything sounds off or weird. it may be garbage but it's my garbage! some of what's mentioned may be out of place, not accurate, not make sense etc. so...my bad. i tried LMAO anyway pls be nice 2 me and enjoy y'all <3

♡

you still couldn't believe that you were dating THE elvis presley, especially in 2022. to this very day, you still don't understand how he made it here or why he's here but you still savor every moment you have with him regardless.

of course, you've had that conversation. you know, the one about his future. the one about tom parker, the hundreds of shows he'd play at the international in a short amount of time and of course, the pills. elvis was the one who asked you about it. he had just finished his comeback special and was getting ready to play vegas for the first time when he had fallen asleep one day and all of a sudden ended up in your world. he had no idea what was to come.

he refused to believe you when you told him what happened to him.

"there's no way, baby. you're lyin', tell me you're lyin' please." he took your hands, trembling. "who let me get that bad? my life can't just end that way. why did nobody help me?"

you frowned at him, holding his hands tightly. "elvis, you're here now. it's okay."

after calming him down, you changed the subject immediately. his eyes lit up when you brought up how much his music influenced the world. he almost begged you to take him to see an impersonator the moment you mentioned them. but you made sure to mention the number of biopics made on him and whose played him in movies and shows, so when you showed him a photo of austin butler in the same outfit that elvis once wore, he had to do a double take. "you sure that ain't me?"

you didn't really think you'd ever get to watch elvis with him. you showed him a couple clips and videos, and he was definitely amazed. he just wasn't sure if he was ready to sit down and watch something about his life, especially knowing how it ends.

so when he brought the movie up during lunch that day, you were surprised.

"i've been thinkin'....y'know about that movie." you looked up at him, putting your mug down on the table. "what movie?" you asked. "are you talking about elvis?"

he nodded, looking down at his hands. "yea, i-i know i said i'd watch it with you.....a-and trust me i wanna watch it." you put your hands over his. "i'm not forcing you to watch it. if you don't want to watch it, it's okay. just because it's about you doesn't mean you have to watch it."

"i know, i know. but i really thought about it, i uh...i think i'm ready. if that's okay with you." he looked up at you, a hint of fear in his eyes. he was nervous. he didn't know what to expect. you've told him nothing but good things about the movie, including the last 20-30 minutes which you mentioned can be hard to watch.

"okay. we can watch it tonight." you said, giving him a small smile. he smiled back at you, feeling good about his decision.

you knew he was scared, but even you were a little nervous yourself. was elvis going to cry? would he be able to finish it? it is a long movie, after all. but you had talked it up so much, you were afraid it wouldn't live up to his expectations. and you refused to admit that it was definitely a comfort movie of yours, again, minus the last 30 minutes. sometimes you just end the movie when it's at a good part, that's how you want to remember it. but it's different now since you have elvis. you could finish the ending and he would be right next to you.

later that night, you both sat next to each other on the couch, waiting for someone to hit play. the remote was in your hand, so obviously you would have to do it, but you were still unsure. “elvis, we don't have to do this.” you said, looking at the title page for the movie. “i know i don’t, but i want to.” he sighed. “and besides,” he looked at you, placing his hands on your face and turning your head towards him. “i have you. the best source of comfort i could ever ask for.” he placed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. “i love you, you always know what's best for me. always lookin’ out for me.”

you swore you could cry at that very moment. you were so lucky, so grateful to have elvis in your life. when he first showed up at your doorstep, begging for any sort of help, you thought you were dreaming. he had a lot to learn, he couldn't believe half of the things you taught him. when he kissed you for the first time, it hit you that elvis was real. he was right in front of you, still as handsome as ever. he was all yours, just your little secret.

you smiled at him, nodding. “i just want you to be okay.” he sat back, putting his arm around you. “don't worry, baby. i’ll tell ya if it's too much. let's see who needs more comforting when it ends, you or me!” he laughed. “now c’mon. get on with it, let's watch it. i can't look at this title screen any longer.” you took a deep breath, in and out, and pressed play, the suspicious minds intro filling the room.

you kept glancing over at elvis to see if he was enjoying himself, which he definitely was. his eyes were glued to the screen during austin's entire louisiana hayride performance. you can’t count how many times “well, goddamn” has left his mouth.

“aw hell, they put that steve allen performance on here too? nobody needs to remember that!” he groaned.

and then of course, the trouble scene. he made you pause so he could explain what actually happened, which you already knew, but you let him have his moment anyway. the moment you hit play and austin started performing trouble, it took everything in you to stop yourself from squealing or crying. elvis looked over at you when austin got on his knees, shaking his head. “i don't know why you're actin’ like that. you've got the real thing right here!” you shushed him and he gasped, “nah, i know you ain’t shushin’ me! stop lookin’ at him like that!”

the scene with gladys was difficult for him. he had asked you to pause towards the end of the scene. elvis stared at the screen, bouncing his leg up and down and nervously chewing at his nails.

“are you okay?” you asked him. “i just need a minute.” he said quietly. you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your head in his shoulder. the scent of the soap he used from his shower earlier gave you a bit of comfort.

“i love you.” you said to him, softly.

you kissed him on the cheek and gave the knee he was shaking a slight squeeze. “we don’t have to finish it.” he shook his head, “no, no. i’m okay. i-i’m okay. let's keep going. thank you, baby.” he gave you a quick kiss as you hit play once again.

he warmed back up slowly, although he didnt say a word during the scene with him and priscilla in germany. you never really asked about her considering what would happen with them a few years later, which you also mentioned to him during the same conversation about his future.

that was the one problem you had with your relationship, you knew he was always with other women despite being with priscilla. but you being in a relationship with him now had to be different, right? you tried to not think about it much. you just wanted to enjoy every moment you had with elvis, and you hoped he felt the same way too. he didn't get out much anyway.

in another world, he was the king of rock and roll. in your world, he was just a guy on the street who looked and sounded like elvis, cause nobody was going to believe that he was magically alive. but of course to you, he was your best friend, your boyfriend and the most talented man to ever walk on this earth.

he was okay with your world, he liked the peace and quiet but most importantly he liked you.

he really enjoyed the viva las vegas mashup and the little montage about his movies and his memphis mafia. you rolled your eyes at some of his side comments regarding how he hated his movies, despite you telling him how much you loved them. except….well, there are a couple movies you'd never watch again.

“honey, i told ya, i am not gonna sit down and watch one of my movies with you. i don't wanna talk about em’ anymore!”

“elvis, it's 2022. do you realize how many people love and rewatch your movies?”

“y/n, i’d rather watch paint dry than watch those movies”

elvis was not prepared for the comeback special scene at all. it hadn't been that long since the special came out before he showed up in your life. you'd never seen him so excited, he couldn't believe what he was watching.

“well i'll be damned, he’s got the moves and everything down perfectly!” he shook his head in amazement. “even the suits, it's all perfect!”

you had a soft spot for if i can dream. prior to elvis being in your life, you would always listen to it after a bad day or after a panic attack. so when you first watched austin’s performance, you definitely shed a few tears in that theater. but you didn't expect to be crying after watching the same performance for the 10th time, especially next to elvis himself.

he glanced over at you, concerned. he reached for the remote and paused the movie. “are you cryin’?”

you turned your head the opposite way so he wouldn't see you wiping your tears. “no….why would i be crying?” you said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

you reached for the remote but your boyfriend moved his arm back, out of your reach. “this movie is halfway over and we've paused at least five goddamn times,” he joked. “d’ya need a minute?” you shook your head and waved your hand, signaling for him to press play. he used his hand to wipe your remaining tears away and gave you a quick kiss before resuming the movie.

then came the most frustrating half of the movie, when he starts playing at the international. elvis hadn't lived this part of his life yet, so you couldn't imagine how angry this part of the movie would make him.

you loved the suspicious minds performance, but watching tom write out deals with the owner of the hotel always left you fuming.

“i knew that man was up to no good, i just knew it! i shoulda fired him ages ago! i can’t believe he would lie to me like this. that bastard….” he muttered.

he continued to make various comments, especially asking you whether some things actually happened or not. such as him getting attacked on stage, him repeatedly asking you if the colonel really lied about who he was. the worst was when he'd ask you about the pills, you still couldn't handle talking to him about them.

he didn’t say a word when you watched priscilla leave him and neither did you. you kept glancing over at his face to look for any reaction, but all you could see was him gripping the edge of the couch. you knew he wanted to say something, but you left it at that.

it only got worse once it was him and priscilla talking about him getting help. at that point, you were both a little more separated from each other on the couch.

you could tell it was getting too much for elvis. his eyes were getting glossy and the hand resting on the couch was trembling. all you wanted to do was hold him but once again, you let him be.

then the headline came up on the screen.

he was definitely tearing up at this point. he noticed your eyes getting glossy too and reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly between the two of you.

it's almost over. you just needed to get through unchained melody and you would never have to watch this with elvis again. you don't even think you could ever watch this movie again by yourself either.

you were fine up until “....i’ll be coming home, wait for me…..” started playing through the tv, showing the transition from austin to the real elvis. you couldn't tell who was crying more, you or the man next to you.

he was in disbelief. there was no way his life could end just like that. seeing his name at the end was almost like a wake up call to him. what would happen if he ended up back in 1969 tomorrow? would he forget all of this? and what if he remembered? would he try and prevent all of this from happening? more importantly, would he forget you?

he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he was crying. he didn't realize you were next to him also crying. you were almost crying more than he was.

the credits finished rolling and it was back on the title screen for the movie. you both sat there in silence for a minute. you didn't want to look at him.

none of what you watched was new to you. you knew how the movie ended, you knew all the songs, all the lines but it was all different this time. you've grown so attached to this man over the years and now he's next to you and so madly in love with you.

you would pray every night, asking whatever god is out there to please let you wake up next to him the next day, to please not take him away from you.

at this point, you were the only one crying. elvis was beside you trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. he finally looked over at you with sadness in his eyes. “oh, baby…” you began to cry into your hands. he quickly got closer to you, pulling you in his arms and holding you tightly.

elvis felt like home. you felt safe in his arms like nothing could take you away from him.

he rubbed your back softly, moving his hand up and down. “it's okay. i’m here. ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you or us.” he pulled away from you, locking his eyes with your glossy ones.

“i need you to listen to me.” he took your hands and held them tightly. “i don’t know what's gonna happen tomorrow. i don’t know what's gonna happen in a week, a month, hell even next year. all i know is meeting you has changed me y/n. if i go back tomorrow, i pray that i remember you and this moment. but i believe god brought me here with you for a reason.”

you reached out and kissed him, savoring every second of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away yet not breaking eye contact. “i can’t let anything happen to you, you can't leave me. you just can't.” you sniffled. “elvis, i’ve never been so in love with someone in my entire life a-and i’m just so thankful to have you here in front of me. he smiled at you. “i know, baby. i know. everyday i thank the lord for bringing me here with you.”

the two of you kissed once again, this time with more passion. eventually he pulled away, laughing to himself.

“what are you laughing at?” you asked, slightly annoyed.

“all of this because of that…that austin kid.” he sat back and looked at you, shaking his head. “man, that movie really did somethin’ to us. now tell me, would you rather have me or austin?”

you paused for a minute, deep in thought. elvis frowned, “you gotta be kiddin’ me, really?” he asked. “well…..” you teased. he playfully threw the nearest pillow at you.

“c’mere.” he pulled you onto his lap, smiling and running his fingers through your hair. “listen baby, i’m gonna marry ya some day. ain't nothin’ gonna stop me. i got no pills and no tom parker to stop me from doin’ anything. and definitely no austin butler is gonna stop me either.” he placed a kiss on your cheek.

you chuckled, “let’s see who proposes to me first, then we’ll talk”

“good lord, i’ve never met anyone like you.” he said, shaking his head at you.

“well, i hope not.”

#pls b nice 2 me i beg i know its messy #like wtf is time traveler elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #elvis

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muiyuuu · 10 months

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As the snow falls

(gif not mine pls credit)

⤿ bad grammar/english (lowercase intended☆)

⤿kunikuzushi x gn!reader

⤿ modern au!, darkfic!, angst!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ includes - gun mentioning

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ inspired by a poem i wrote!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ hope you enjoy♥︎

i remember the first snow we had together, i recall the night you called me and asked if we could meet up in the small park next to the city. how i was so excited to see you, i got ready 30 minutes early.

wearing a puffed cream coloured jacket with pink gloves, a white scarf, looking myself in the mirror and feeling proud of my outfit. i turned around and grabbes my phone ontop of the nightstand and checked the time.

“im still so early” i whispered and flopped on the bed facing the ceiling. i stayed in that position for what felt like hours. i look at my phone that i was holding, and saw the numbers in the middle of the screen.

i get up lazily and walk down the stairs to the front door and get into my snowboots. then i shout at my mom “im going to the park!” which i heard a muffled “ok!”. i head out the door and walked the whole way to the city.

once i arrived i looked to my rights and lefts to see if i can spot the indigo haired guy. as i saw him in the distance, waving hos hand to grab my attention i ran to him and smiled. he smiled back at me and gave me a hug. a long hug.

like he hasn’t seem me in years. he pecked my cheek and asked me if i wanted to make a snowman with him. i quickly nodded my head with excitement and ran to a big pile of snow and started to form a ball.

i heard crunching noises beside me and turned my head to face the sound only to be greeted by my lover. he crouched down next to me and helped my with the snowman.

“you know that i’m gone right?” he said with a cold tone. i hummed and casually responded “i know, you died last year from homicide”. “then why are you still hanging on to me, i cant revive from the dead you know” he scoffed

after some time we finished the snowman. i looked at it with a grin, and put my hands on my hips. “we did it!” “mission accomplished “

“now i wanna make snow angels with you!”

i turned towards him and spread my arms and fell on the soft snow. he sighed and slowly bent down next to me. i rapidly waved my legs and arms and stuck out my tongue to catch snowflakes.

i tilted my head so i could see my boyfriend and said “you know, you make me the happiest person when your with me” only to realize i was imaginating him. i looked towards where all the city lights were. the noise of cars, trains and another familiar sound.

“hands up in the air where i can see them” a police officer said pointing a gun at me

“(name) you’re under arrest for the murder of kunikuzushi, you have the right to remain silent”

“It was the first snow, oh how i wanted to make snowmans and snowangels with you. How we would lie on the ground and stick our tongues out to catch snowflakes. I wish that came true, for i will be the happiest person with you”

(do u even call this a poem…)

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yujeong · 2 months

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Running like my life depended on it in order to post this before ep10 came out. In the end I finished it 30 minutes later, oops. I WROTE FOR A DIFFERENT FANDOM, HOLY SHIT! I never expected this to happen but TeeWhite has me by the throat, so I couldn't resist. Pls enjoy some MCD TeeWhite with some sprinkles of Tee&Non, it has *all* the angst ❤️ Special thanks to my beloved @wretchedamaranth, who is a real champion for helping me edit this at the last minute. You're amazing my friend, I wouldn't be able to do this without you 🥺 Enjoy 😌

#I need more TeeWhite like yesterday #ep11 can't come faster #I need it NOW people #teewhite #dead friend forever #fanfic writing #fanfic rec

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mischas · 1 year

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I swear this took me least two hours to actually watch fully from start/stopping for quotes and going back for context and then I had to pause for a few minutes while I made dinner. But that was incredibly cathartic, I must say. I feel like I’ll be ready to do a deeper dive on the podcast in the coming days but for now here are my thoughts as I watched.

07:30, re: “Whoever you want me to be” it’s interesting that Mischa says they shot her lines so many different ways to establish tone. As if Marissa really is so into her role as lead deb/social chair/etc when Sandy mentions the fashion show. Rereading the pilot script, I can see where this was changed in the direction once it came to shooting it.

16:42, “The thing about the sports or something” made me LAUGH re: hiatus because of baseball in 2003

@ ferris wheel scene, do they know this show is avail in hd? 🥴👀

24:15, re: 2x01 lawn chair scene “I was so frustrated with some of the character writing and not knowing how to play it at that point” omg “Didn’t know what to do with some of the writing”

What kind of vapid ppl are listening to this drivel if this scene was their #1

31:57, Mischa didn’t know there was an SNL skit based off Marissa shooting Trey. IF ONLY I WERE SO LUCKY

33:28, I swear to christ 😭 Mischa has no recollection of Marissa’s various traumas (re: almost r*pe). And I don’t blame her for this, I think she had to keep this show out of sight out of mind for so so long for her own sake, but I hope being reminded of these things will help her perception of Marissa as more than a strung out angsty teen with poor decision making. She seemed so shook being reminded by Melinda that Marissa was sexually assaulted.

35:40, MB seems to be saying something else behind her expression about shooting on the Mount St. Mary’s campus for 3x24. What do we think she meant by this? Just that she was uncomfortable being paraded around in that skimpy school uniform? Or something else? This location doubled for Harbor, right? She also acknowledged feeling uncomfortable in the explicit Volchok scenes.

37:54, 3x25 model home pool scene, “Oh my god her tattoo, I can’t” I really thought this was Mischa’s tattoo they wrote into the script! I’m truly surprised they even cared about continuity at this point.

38:33, same pool scene “It’s nice when you have days where you can just, like, do stuff that’s not quite so heavy” and Mischa/Marissa deserved this so much more!!!!

44:25, they’re watching the d**th scene, and I have always thought Mischa’s arms look so weird just dropped back like that. It’s probably more realistic than if they were tucked in, but it’s always taken me out of the scene

I haven’t seen this scene in years. literally

I’m tearing up but only a little. It’s too melodramatic for me this time. I know what I’m supposed to feel but it seems so detached from reality that I can easily act like Marissa survives this. There’s almost 40 min left of this pod ep what are they gonna talk about

ok going back real quick i’m supposed to believe this happened to Ryan RIGHT IN HIS LAP AND HE’S CAREFREE AND DATES SOMEONE ELSE NOT EVEN A FEW MONTHS LATER? LMFAO PLS THIS BOY WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO EVEN SPEAK FOR LIKE A YEAR IF THIS RLY HAPPENED

“This is the culmination of their whole love story, it is” okay wait 🥺

“I don’t wanna see the part where he gets all emotional, I’m done now” real

49:31, Melinda: “Truth be told, there was a huuuuuge part of the audience that tuned in just for Marissa and the ratings did go down in season 4 because you weren’t there. I’m just putting that out there.” *elmo fire gif* 🫡

55:40, 1x10 Missoni dress “They got the dress and I was obsessed, like ‘she has to wear this dress.’ It’s beautiful, like my dream dress at the time. That’s the way I felt about it. It’s all sparkly in person and just very Missoni. You know, after the fact, I became quite good friends with the family but this was like my first introduction to a Missoni piece and I was like ‘Oh my god I’m obsessed with this dress’ to the point where I begged them. This was like one of the first things they let me wear off set and it was my first date dress with, like, one of my ex-boyfriends. I was so excited I got to wear it out. It was special. So that dress has a special place in my heart, that’s for sure.”

1:01:40, fan question, “What do you think is the biggest misconception about Marissa? What’s the one thing that you just wish people would understand about her?”

“That she’s a caring– a very sensitive person. That’s the main thing about her, she’s just this sensitive and– that she wants to care for people and help them. she has a big heart like that.” 🥹

1:05:36 “Originally, they wanted her to be more like Legally Blonde.”

Melinda, “Like bubbly?”

Mischa’s fucking face here lmao

1:06:00, to find Marissa’s character “They had me watch Kate Hudson in Almost Famous again and again, certain scenes.” Why is this actually making sense to me ljkhgf

1:07:04, Marissa at the party post-fashion show in the pilot was filmed many different ways drunk, “I remember I was asked to play that every way to Sunday. ‘Like now she should be fall down drunk, like she’s stumbling through the party’ and then there were takes where I was, like, completely composed. A little bit slurring my words. That was all find it as you go.”

1:08:10, “A lot of opposing types of direction” re: doug, mcg, josh

1:09:36, “Remember when they started shooting two episodes at a time and they would just hand me pages–I don’t know if you guys had as much of this– But they would be like ‘this is gonna be probably in the next episode and since we’re on this set we’re gonna give this scene a go so here’s a couple pages from what’s probably gonna happen’ and I’d be like ‘this is wild! what have you written for the next episode?’ You'd read it and be like ‘holy shit where are we going with this?’ so I remember a lot of that.” She mentioned this in the E! interview but hearing it again is super interesting.

1:10:27, fan question, “I wanted to ask you if there are any storylines you would’ve wanted to see more of for Marissa or if there’s anything you would’ve liked to have seen of Marissa explored.”

“Yeah, I feel like definitely the Alex storyline is what jumps to mind. I feel like that could’ve been explored more. Also there’s not a lot of her and her sister, really. You know? That could’ve been explored more.”

1:11:39, mentioning that the Alex storyline really was ‘her thing’ ie. something I’ve said in the past. The Alex storyline was the only one that was ever Marissa’s alone.

1:12:26, fan submission “Marissa was my favorite character. One of my favorite moments of her was midway through season 2 when Marissa shows up to the Cohen house with bagels and they take her in and comfort her.” real!!!! theeee sweetest scene of all time

1:17:20, Tacking on that fan question at the end about Marissa and mental health. Mischa has such an eloquent answer and to answer my own question from above I feel like this may change the discourse with which MB speaks about the character. At least I hope so. Love that caller for sending it in and honestly the pod for including it.

“Obviously she suffers from depression and anxiety and all sorts of things. That’s what I was saying about the overdose scene. I do not remember what we think she’s on or what we really think her biggest problem is. Ultimately it’s rooted in mental wellness, isn’t it? I mean, so much of anything is. Any kind of addiction, it’s not really about just one thing or vice that she has. It’s about being at that age and being so overwhelmed about the world around you and not really feeling like she had the tools to cope.”

MC: “The episode is called ‘The Escape’. So she’s escaping that pain that she’s living through that the parents are oblivious to.”

MB: “Right. There’s nobody. There’s never, like, a counselor there or a teacher there. It does feel like she’s always grasping in different directions. It’s not properly defined and I think, maybe in today’s terms, we would handle that differently. But I definitely think that she’s going through all of it and searching for herself.”

Whew, you guys. I need to decompress.

#oc bitches #mischa barton

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felassan · 1 year

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I have a friend that has never played the games (They're very close to my heart, I forgive them this sin 😂) but they are really interested in watching Absolution. Do you have a basic run-down or know of a pre-existing post that would have the most important bullet points of the games to get the most out of the series? Appreciate your immense wealth of knowledge!! My wife and I intended on watching just the first 2 episodes and at the end all 6 were like.... that's it?! We need more 😭

hello! tysm and I know what you mean, more pls!! (๑*ᗜ*) that's a good question. the Dragon Age wiki has plot details/summaries of each of the games (DA:O, also DA:O, DAII, also DAII, DA:I, also DA:I). lots of YouTubers have done Lets Plays of the games over time. Ghil Dirthalen has a series of YouTube videos on Thedas lore here. in the one called "Nations of Thedas", the segment on Tevinter starts at timestamp 9 mins 30, and "A Brief-Complete History of Thedas" covers the history of the world. IGN did a "Dragon Age in 5 Minutes" video that covered the story so far/general broadstrokes lore up until before DA:I, Kotaku wrote a beginner's guide to all things Dragon Age article designed to help new players to DA:I who hadn't played DA2 and DA:O which could be useful, and The Kingdom has a series of 3 videos explaining the history of Tevinter (one, two, three). and to help get the most out of the series it might be helpful if they browsed the wiki pages on Tevinter, mages, blood magic and spirits/demons/possession.

I think the most important bullet points would be that:

the world is called Thedas and in it, being a mage often comes with a cost due to risk of demonic possession or perceived risk of this. because of this in most of the countries in the world mages are made to live in a system which is part of the main in-world religious organization, the Chantry, called the Circle, which keeps an eye on them and is policed by an order of knights called the Templars. however in one country, Tevinter, the country's government is made up of noble mages called Magisters, and it's effectively a magocracy. lots of bad things, dark magics and corrupt stuff goes on in Tevinter so it doesn't have a good reputation among the other nations

the Chantry religion is centered around a god called the Maker and his prophet, a human woman called Andraste

Tevinter has its own version of the Chantry, its own Chantry leader and its own Templars

Tevinter is a socially stratified society which has slavery

there are 4 races in the world, humans, elves, dwarves and Qunari (a tall horned people). elves are oppressed by humans who are the dominant race. in Tevinter elves are often enslaved. members of the other 3 races are also sometimes enslaved in Tevinter.

blood magic is a form of magic powered by blood (usually through sacrifice), it's very powerful but most people fear it and consider it to be evil. it's usually forbidden. it carries increased risk of possession. there's lots of blood magic stuff going on in Tevinter

a few years before the show begins, a corrupted ancient Tevinter magister from long ago basically came back to life and tore open part of the veil/barrier between the waking world and the magic dream world where spirits and demons live because he was A Bad Guy. this was called the Breach and demons from the other world poured through. a group of heroes got together and set up an organization with Chantry backing called The Inquisition. it was led by the Player Character from the most recent video game in the series. they could close mini-holes in the veil because of a magic mark on their hand. their title was the Inquisitor and some people thought they were chosen by Andraste so they called them The Herald of Andraste. many people joined the Inquisition to help. after closing the holes and saving the world, the Inquisition did some other stuff and then eventually disbanded.

I feel like those are the main things someone would need to know? (I tried to pare it down and put it into like, non-DA fan general fantasy terms)

I hope something here is helpful and that your friend enjoys the show ^^

#dragon age: absolution #dragon age: absolution spoilers #dragon age #bioware #mj replies #xkatchy #video games

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glitt3r-litt3r · 2 years

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Pls can u do Eddie Munson x sick reader <333

I’m sick right now and it’s killing me lmao

Of course! I hate being sick dude it's the worst. Wrote this in second person cuz I'm tryin to move away from 1st. I hope you feel better soon <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sick!reader

Summary: When you don't show up for school your favorite super senior stops by to see what's wrong

I had been sleeping most of the morning away. After my mom saw the fever blushed cheeks and red nose she sent me back to my room for the day. It was less of a prison sentence and more of a saving grace because school was kicking my ass at the moment. Luckily my body let me sleep another couple hours before waking me up in a cold sweat. My neck is stiff, nose is clogged on one side making to impossible to breathe and I realized I had sweat through my current shirt.

Opening the windows was not an option as the frigid temperatures in Hawkins would probably give me pneumonia. Guess suffering is my only option, how fun. I sneeze harshly and then blow my nose for the umpteenth time since I've been awake.

I got up slowly to take a shower in an attempt to sweat it out, I read somewhere that that works so might as well give it a try. The steamy bathroom helped open open nose as she stood in the mist of the shower. After a couple minutes of hot water it was time for normal room temperature to help get the layer of sweat off of my skin. Being sick meant that grimy feeling just doesn't go away but this shower was doing wonders for me right now.

The fresh feeling was something I cherished even if I were still super sick. Getting dressed in a huge shirt Eddie left behind and a new pair of underwear I walked over to my portable radio and turned it on before heading to my bed with a book.

"Mom! Can you get me some medicine please" I yelled opening the book and leaning back. I listen for a response before realizing she's as work and I'll have to get it myself. No chance, I'm staying in this bed and sleeping it off.

Tears for Fears began playing on the radio taking my focus away from the book and instead making me think of Eddie. Not that he likes this song but it was on the radio the day after I realized I was in love with him. From the day he asked me out until then we had spent every single moment together. It was infectious, I wanted him to be apart of everything I was doing that summer. He drove me to work, picked me up, we ate together went to sleep together ran around town blasting music together.

He was driving me home late after a perfect day together as I changed the station, tired of hearing all the same shit. When I finally found it he rolled his eyes but didn't change it. That's when I knew he loved me too, he let me play this song. He didn't complain or demand I shut it in the name of everything that is good because it was going to melt his ears off. Instead he just kept driving letting me belt out all the lyrics and use his hand a microphone in the passenger seat.

Now sitting in my room I can't help but miss him.

"somethin happens and I'm head over heels" I mouth the words. I know that if I had tried to sing it would give me a headache plus I don't really have the energy for anything more than I'm doing.

When the song ends I decide it's time to get medicine even if I really don't want to move because my fever hasn't gone down at all and it's only 3:30. Grabbing my blanket and wrapping it around my head and body I stand to leave my room.

Just as I open my door I hear the doorbell. Fuck me I cannot run. I try to hurry down the stairs which makes me cough. The person is slamming on the doorbell repeatedly.

"jesus fucking Christ I'm coming don't get your panties in a twist" I mutter finally making it to the door and opening it.

I'm greeted by a very impatient looking Eddie Munson. His face melts at the sight of me.

"oh princess look at you" He breathes out engulfing me in a hug.

"stop it you'll get sick!" I try pushing into his chest but he holds me even tighter.

"I don't care, just had to come see my girl" He speaking into the blanket on top of my head. I pull us out of the doorway and onto the couch where he sits first and then has me sit on his lap facing him.

"baby really, I'm gonna get you sick and then where would we be? Hmm?" I tell him.

"we'd both be sick in bed, cuddling, kissing, sharing snot rags and such" he says with a smile

"you're disgusting" I laugh. It turns into a cough so I turn away from him and lean into my elbow.

"when you didn't come to school I got worried. 'had to make sure you were okay." He says rubbing my back slowly. He looks so sweet I almost turn into a puddle right there.

"thanks baby. I feel like shit and I've sweat through my sleep shirt already." I complain.

"have you taken anything to help? Hmm?" He moves the hair out of my face before running his thumb along my clammy cheek. I shake my head slowly realizing I completely forgot why I was coming downstairs in the first place.

"tsk tsk. No good. You stay here and pick out a movie and I'll get you some medicine. Also his is for you but since you tackled me at the door I couldn't give it to you then" He holds up a bag I didn't even notice he was holding.

"I tackled you, sure whateveryousaygimmegimmegimee" I reply making grabby hands at my gift. He laughs again before muttering about my impatience.

When he's out of the room rooting through the family medicine cabinet I open the bag he got me. Inside I see a mess of pink fur, instantly I recognize what it is. I had been talking about Care Bears for monthsss, something about them was so cute I couldn't help but want one. Even if I was a senior and also prided myself on my independence I was over the moon. This day started horrible but this made me feel so good.

I picked out Labyrinth since we just rented it from Family Video and I had yet to sit down and watch it.

When he walks back into the room I do tackle him. He drops the medicine to the floor to catch me.

"thank you thank you thank you I love it!" I say into his neck. He adjusts his footing and starts walking back toward the couch.

"I'm glad you like it sweetheart," he sets me down before going to get the medicine and spoon off the floor. " I got that one specifically because the lady at the store said it was the 'love alot bear' which was pretty cheesy but it's true so.." he trails off and I can see the blush creeping up his pale neck.

I know what he means but I still want to hear him say it.

"What's true baby?" I ask sniffling and readjusting my blanket

"I.. love you a lot" He finally says it sitting next to me but shaking his head in an attempt to clear the air of that horrible joke.

"you're so cute. I guess I love you too" I say holding onto my new bear.

"yeah well I'm about to give you medicine so remember you said that"

"ew neverminded" I say pushing him away and making a gagging noise.

"come on it'll be quick, plus once it's over we can cuddle and I'll even give you a massage" He pleads as he pours the thick cherry flavored liquid onto the spoon.

"fine. Feet included in the massage and no complaining about my movie choice" I say scooting closer to him.

"whatever you want princess." He brings the spoon to my mouth and watches as I swallow it down making a sour face and shaking my head. I fucking hate it.

After he brings me juice and puts the spoon in the sink he takes off his reeboks and settles in behind me on the couch. Slowly as he rubs my shoulder I feel myself relaxing more. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend even if he does say he wants to share snot rags with me.

We enjoy the movie in quiet company, he let's me play with his rings and kisses my neck even if it's sweaty. I feel my eyelids getting heavy as I lean back onto him. Soon I'm fast asleep clutching my new gift in one hand and Eddie's in the other.

I wake up again as he put's me on my bed.

"Eddie?" I ask groggily.

"just putting you in bed, your parents came home and asked that I carry you up."

"such a gentleman" I tease as I get comfortable.

When I don't feel the bed dip I open my eyes a little and find him putting his shoes on.

"can you stay?" I ask reaching for his arm.

"sorry sweetheart my uncle needs to get into the trailer and he lost his keys. I'll come back after if you want?" He asks

I nod my head and kiss his knuckles before falling back to sleep almost immediately.

Later I hear him before I see him He opens my window and hops down trying not to make noise but obviously horrible at it. I wait for him get into bed but when he doesn't I lean up and stretch again. His hair looks raven in the dark and his eyes glitter underneath my hanging lights.

"get in bed pretty boy"

He smiles but bends to pick something off the floor.

"You need more medicine, here" he already has it on the spoon so it's not like I can fight it now. When did he even bring that up here? Whatever. I still groan as it goes down and kick my legs around to get the blankets off.

"someone's quite the child when they're sick" He jokes taking off his jeans

"shut up you're literally the worst when you're sick' I say turning to lay on my stomach and fanning out over the whole bed.

"that's true. you're still a whiney baby though"

"get in this bed or I swear I'll start yelling and then you'll have to fight my dad" I smirk into my pillow

"I'd rather jump out the window with no pants on, he's scary"

I chuckle at that and make space for him on the bed.

He lays close, not touching anything but my hand which he strokes gently trying to ease me back to sleep.

"thanks for staying with me baby, I love you and my new bear so much"

"I love you too. Glad I got to skip English class to get covered in snot." He chuckles. Right on cue I have to sneeze, it comes out full force and I blow my nose again before laying back down.

"what were you saying earlier about wanting to share snot rags?"

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