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falling-pages · 4 years ago

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Okay how about first cuddles with Bakugou? Like he is almost feral about being held and having reader snuggle into them. And then....then he realizes the powers of a good cuddle. His body relaxes and accepts the cuddles. You know, just Bakugou leaning how to be a soft boy. 🥰🥰🥰 Hope this helps!! Happy Writing!!

This T_T my heart absolutely melted. This was absolutely self-indulgent on my end and I’m so happy you requested it!!!!

I decided to make it a part 2 of this one shot since so many people asked for a part 2 🥰🥰🥰 Lol also it’s long so I’m sorry

Friday Night pt. 2:

Third-Year Bakugou Katsuki x Third-Year gender-neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, pining, cuddles, first kiss, just Bakugou going feral when he finally gets cuddles

Bakugou didn’t sleep like you thought he would.

Even with the fever ripping through his body, he laid there so peacefully. On his back, eyes scrunched shut, mouth in a thin line, the first time you had ever seen him not scowling, actually. It was like sneaking back into school after hours and watching the teachers work silently, in their natural habitats.

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to look like unconscious. Snarling snores, maybe. Resting on his stomach, gripping the sheets in his fists hard enough to rip. Probably thrashing, screaming and cursing at his dreams. Imploding smokey holes into the mattress.

But not...this. Not so peaceful, not the way he turned and slightly smiled at whatever his brain came up with. Not the way he would gently breathe in and out of his nose. Not the way his right hand sat limply at his side, his left crossed protectively over his worst wound near his stomach. Not the way his hair stuck out on the pillow gently cushioning his bruised face.

Neither Bakugou nor Aizawa would tell you how he got hurt, raising your suspicions. With graduation looming and the hero license exam nearing, you had figured your teacher had taken some of the top third-year students out for extra training. Bakugou had garnered more control over his quirk, granted, but he still needed the extra training. He liked to push himself too hard, take too many missions. Your outburst earlier in the evening sunk that into his thick skull.

Some part of watching him felt wrong, knowing he would blast you into outer space if he caught you looking. But this was your job tonight, to sit by his side and watch over him as he healed.

He suddenly gasped in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing as he clutched his deepest wound. The air rushed out of his now-open mouth, accompanying the slightest whimper. You lurched forward and activated your quirk, falling to your knees to look within him.

It staked your heart to see him in so much pain, but nothing was wrong, just some blood rushing to his wound. Not too heavy to come through the bandage, though, so you blinked and let it be.

And then you took a calculated risk. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was wrong, maybe you thought “to hell with it” about his malicious tendencies. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, and you knew he would probably disintegrate you into a pile of ash and smoke, but you wanted to try. That tugging feeling in your stomach wouldn’t leave you alone, so...

You kissed him.

Well, his forehead. It was hot and dripping with sweat, and you knew it was dangerous, you knew his power was stored in his sweat, but you did it anyway. You had to. You had to try something to ease his pain.

He shifted beneath your touch, and you dove back into your chair and tried to act nonchalant.

Like that would work. Nothing escaped Bakugou, even when he slept.

His eyes peeled open, eyebrows quirked as he took in his surroundings. A brief whiff of smoke aired from his palms until he realized where he was. In “some extra’s dorm.”

“Hey--” his voice crackled like his bombs as his eyes fully adjusted to the dim lamplight. His peaceful facade remained.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Even injured and half-asleep, he still intimidated you.

“What happened?”

You breathed, relief flooding your core. He hadn’t noticed. “The pain woke you up. But you’re alright. Go back to sleep.”

His eyes trailed lazily across the room, until they met yours. Those crimson red irises could strike fear into the hearts of friend and foe, but when they looked at you, they were soft, confused, trusting. Sleepy.

“That’s not all.”

You settled back in your chair, fiddling with the wicker arms. “That’s what happened.”

“You kissed me.”

You suddenly prayed to every god that you would die. Shiiiiiiiiit, he felt that?

Panic covered your hands, making you lose feeling in your fingers. A buzzer sounded in your head, like an evacuation alarm. You cleared your throat. You wracked your brain for an excuse, but came up empty. Lying to him was a surefire way of getting blasted through the nearest wall. And, if the way he looked at you was any indication, you’d better tell the truth. “Only on the forehead.”

Bakugou studied you. Now his eyes were calculating, cunning. Now you couldn’t tell if he were looking at you as friend or foe. “You know my sweat could blast your face off.”

It would be a mercy compared to what you were about to go through. “You...just looked like you were in pain. I wanted to help.”

He stared at you for a few more painful seconds. His gaze pierced your sternum like a knife. Then, as if Heaven itself opened, he smiled.

He smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind another,” he murmured, turning his head back to the ceiling. Try as he might, you saw that grin, joining the blush running across his cheeks. As much as your crush feelings were hyped, you couldn’t help but feel more relieved at the fact that you were still in one piece.

You crept forward, hesitant to do as he suggested. He was a bucking horse, a wildfire that changed direction with the wind. It was all you could do to avoid getting burned.

As you leaned over him again, your size dwarfed by him, that calculating sheen stayed put. Was he going to burn you as you were defenseless? Was he going to blast you? He wouldn’t. He had better instincts than to hurt the very person taking care of his injuries as he laid helpless in bed.

But if he was being vulnerable with you, then maybe you should be vulnerable with him.

When you were just a few inches away, Bakugou’s eyes still open, he suddenly reached up and yanked your head down, interlocking his lips with yours. You sputtered, jerking to pull off, but his hand kept you there, eyes fluttering shut as soon as you made contact. After a moment, when you felt your soul reenter your body, you shifted to support yourself better, kneeling half-way on the bed, crossing your chest just above his.

He was warm. You could feel his warmth even while you sat feet away. Unlike Deku, whose skin was always cool and clammy, he was warm. Either by his quirk or fever or just himself, he was burning up, fiery to touch, like a cast iron brand digging into your side. That’s how he made his way in this world, torching the earth and salting the fields if he didn’t get what he wanted, setting off explosions to mold and shift reality into what he desired. He was molten lava, desperate, eager, wanting, burning and terrifying to touch, a spark set ablaze to decimate anything in its path.

Pulsating, and beating, and alive.

But when you lowered your fingertips to his shoulder, and you flinched--breaking the kiss to softly gasp--he frowned, focusing on your face, the way your eyes looked at your hand and how your sensitive fingers rubbed together.

“You okay?” he whispered, gravel voice hushed in honor of the moment.

You heard the pain laced beneath his voice and turned to look at him. Your hand fell on the mattress beside his chest. As his eyes bore into your head, you watched him, the way his muscles rippled, the way his very soul seemed enchanted by your kiss. If you activated your quirk, you were sure you could see the way his blood danced beneath his skin, the rush of chemicals to his brain, the excitement flaring in his nostrils.

He was an inferno incarnate, breathing and wild and alive, letting you touch him with all the slow calmness of an ocean breeze.

You slowly blinked, losing yourself in the imprint of his lips on yours. You unconsciously reached up to your mouth, tracing the outline of it with your fingertips.

As you make a sound of satisfaction, he smirked, trailing a hand up your calf to rest placidly on your thigh. “I said, extra, you okay?”

“Umm. Yeah.” Your eyes follow his hand, expecting it to burst like his grenades. “You’re just really hot.”

He scoffed, smacking your thigh--but gently, just feeling your skin. “Damn right I am.”

“No, not like that.” You rolled your eyes. “I mean, you are hot--attractive, I mean--but your skin...ummm, it burned me.”

“Oh,” he grunted. His eyebrows furrowed, losing that playful edge. He took away his hand, bunching around the sheets instead.

You massaged your sore fingers as he contemplated. You nearly missed his hissed out, “Sorry.”

So it was a night of firsts--the first time he heard you curse, the first time you heard him apologize, your first kiss and his, too, as far as you knew.

“It’s okay.”

Bakugou moved, waving your helping hand away in case he burned you again. Once he sat up, he leveled his eyes to yours and very lightly, gingerly, took your hand and raised it to his pouty lips. You waited for the sting, but as he kissed your fingertips, all you felt was warmth, like molten chocolate, like a woolen scarf, like the sleepy feeling of an open oven door.

He finished by rotating your hand in all angles and degrees, making sure to cover every inch of your palm, knuckles, and wrist in his love. The residual buzz traveled from your hand into your heart.

“It’s my emotions,” he murmured against your skin. “My quirk acts up when I’m emotional.”

He kept his eyes nearly shut, only focusing on pressing more adoring kisses to your skin. When you returned your other hand to his chest, he shuddered, staring back at you with wide eyes. You saw what he was about to say--“Don’t touch me, I don’t want to hurt you”--and folded your finger against his lips.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper. “You’re powerful, but I’m not afraid of you.”

You moved your hand down and leaned forward, returning his kiss. The hand he once possessed smoothed under his jaw, outlining it with a finger to pull him close. You tasted the hesitancy in his lips, no longer masked under the bravado of his previous kiss, and smiled. You searched for his hand and found it, bringing it to your waist, giving permission to the boy who rarely waited for others’ approval. But he waited for you. He respected you.

I know you won’t hurt me.

And that single move was when he realized he was so, so feral for your touch.

His long, powerful arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you completely onto the bed and scooting you into his lap, hugging you as close as he possibly could. There was no soft bone in his body--he devoured you, desperate for your love, your lips, you, you, you. A boy who had been scared to touch all of his life--knowing what it did to people, what he could do if he tried, the damage he even did on accident--was now clutching someone who wasn’t scared, someone who cared, whose hands knotted in his hair revealed just how desperately you needed him, as well.

You filled him with your love, and he you, and you felt a tear escape, the kind that you cry when watching a sunset, or eating ice cream, or listening to your favorite song, when you’re so happy that smiling just isn’t enough.

Bakugou felt the wetness on your cheek and paused, cradling and dipping the back of your head so he could kiss it away. “What’s wrong, Firework?”

You veins ran hot at the pet name so naturally falling from his lips. “Nothing.” You smile, biting your lip. “I’m just happy.”

He nuzzled your forehead. “Good. Now, let’s lay down. You need to sleep.”

You smoothed the bottom of your pajama shirt as he stretched to turn off the lamp. As you began to wriggle out of his grasp, he suddenly grabbed you tighter and held you as he shifted, lifting the blanket and dragging you both below. You began to protest on account of his injuries, but he squeezed you tighter against his chest.

“I’m not letting you out of my arms again,” he whispered, with a kiss to the head.

Once you both were situated in the dark, you rested your head on his shoulder as he scratched your back. The long, slow strokes nearly lulled you into sleep, but one question filled your mind.

“Baku--”

“Katsuki.”

You couldn’t see him, but he moved his face nearer yours, catching your hand planted on his chest. “Call me Katsuki.”

“Okay.” The draw of his informal name sent a chill down your spine that you’re sure he felt. “Katsuki, why call me Firework?”

He smiled into your hair, shifting your weight onto him. Drowsiness choked his voice. “Because fireworks are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at them.” His knuckles found your cheek, and he brushed them against it. “And you are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at you.”

Satisfied, you closed your eyes, drinking in the feeling of his warm skin and arms cradling you, desperate, never willing to let you go, and you never wanting him to.

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 4 years ago

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Avengers Infinity War-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 2)

Part 1

I wonder how many people Gamora has killed? What made her finally snap to not serve Thanos anymore?

How DID Gamora find it? Like, who told her?

How did Thanos capture nebula?

Poor nebula. She’s literally been through hell and back.

Ohhhh she snuck on board...

Thanos you suck so much. You favor one daughter over another.

Oh. Where was said map to the soul stone?

Gosh I feel so damn bad for nebula. She was raised as his daughter too but he tortured her and tore her apart. Nebula never had the chance to be her equal. She deserves so much.

Taught groot as an elective? What about all speak?

Buckle up rocket. It’s gonna get emotional.

Thor is literally all alone. He needs a time to sit alone and cry and break a whole building.

Rocket and Thor friends? Please

1500 years old? Jane, honey, you escaped.

Gotta give it up to Hemsworth’s acting chops here. Especially talking to nobody in reality. Just a bunch of cgi

Ew ew ew eye socket

Should have washed that yikes

Snuck it out by hiding it up your? Huh? You watch too many movies rocket.

Huge title card. Thank you. I wouldn’t have known where we were despite them saying their location many times.

How is that video game battery not dead?

Perceptive rabbit

I LOVE that they used a dwarf to play a giant character!!! This is brilliant! (And that dwarves are giant for some reason lol.)

Soooo again Thanos killed everyone EXCEPT Eitri despite his “morality” supposedly being balance

Poor hands

Poor nebula

Smart nebula

Maybe should have waited to be fixed fully first

Ah crap. SOMEONE PICK UP THE SPACE PHONE

MANTIS

Love how Stark asks for peters help in steering and not Stephen lmao

Nice parking job

Peter, stop popping pop culture refs

Lmao ITS ABOUT TO BE THE ICONIC SCENE

YES PLEASE

Blanket of Death. Capey has a new nickname.

Where’s Gamora

Who’s Gamora

Why is Gamora

What master do you serve?

Jesus?

I mean, yea I do. So does Pratt lmaoo.

LMAO PARKER’S FACE WHEN QUILL SAID THOR WASNT HANDSOME

Storm breaker time baby

“In theory it could summon the bifrost” who theorized this? How do you only theorize and not know?

Oh my gosh mantis is just bouncing around

Mr. Clean lmao

Kick names, take ass

Hey now, these guys saved the galaxy and universe from Ego so lmao

Oh no I know the scene coming up

Poor quill lmao

“I’m half human. So the 50% of me that’s stupid, that’s 100% of you.” “Your math is, blowing my mind.” What’s funny is that Quill’s math was actually completely accurate lol

Stephen having a stroke or a seizure? You good homie?

Soooo if Strange looked to the future and so possible outcomes, what does that mean for the TVA? According to them, there’s ONE sacred timeline, so all other branches are erased (which again messes up what smart hulk eventually says in end game. See kids, this is why you don’t mess with time travel in stories. There’s no way to go back in time without creating a time loop). Ehhhhh I’ll let it slide. Just ignore it... sigh... I can’t help it if I’ve studied paradoxes

Hmmmm not good odds I’ve gotta say...

Watch like, outside of the millions of realities that strange saw, there were like a million or billion more he missed where they won with no casualties lol

Hey Red Skull. Long time no see. How did he get here anyways and why?

Yea you’re prepared all right...

Gotta say, Lord Elrond has seen better days

I’m not ready to say good bye to this Gamora. Gamora and Loki and Nat go down as my favorite characters, gotta say. I know that Tony does and it’s sad, but his feels more satisfying because his sacrifice directly results in them winning. Loki is murdered. Gamora is murdered. Nat died just for a stepping stone for the avengers. She has no idea whether or not they will actually win in the end.

I’m hopeful they may bring Nat back like in the comics, red room clone style.

We got back vision, Loki (kinda), variant Gamora, a new captain America, why not Nat? Yea we have a prequel, but gosh I love her so much.

“You must lose that which you love.” Couldn’t that apply to like an object or something? Could I not throw my Nintendo switch over the cliff? Or my dog? (I would hate that just as much as a person, don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious about the rules)

Yea boohoo sad for Thanos... loses his favorite daughter. I don’t care about him. He deserves suffering.

Poor Gamora doesn’t think he’s willing to do it.. GIRL RUN!!!

Thanos deserves all the suffering.

He does love you Gamora... but that love... it’s selfish. It’s blind... Thanos seems to be a chaotic vigilante who is narrowminded, tunnel vision on his goal with no regards of the cost. But he is evil. If there is ever an alternate route to an end that doesn’t result in the loss of innocent lives, and you know that but you willingly choose the once that costs innocent lives, that is an evil decision. Maybe Thanos isn’t evil, but he’s not good. Far from it. He’s obsessed with this idyllic Utopia but he rushes to one method of getting there. Yes, people suffer. It sucks... it’s unfair... it’s horrible. But it is never the right of someone else to dictate whether or not said person would be better off dead. Who lives, who dies. If Thanos truly was neutral and not selfish, he would have thrown his own life into the mix of the potential 50/50 snap. Thanos is not good. He’s not misunderstood. He’s a murderer. A genocidal cult leader. I have no tears for him. Only for those who suffered more at his hands.

Rant over, time to try not to cry about Gamora...

Her face of realization

Gamora run please

Thanos, I hate you. (Great character her, but not a good person)

Poor Gamora

Oh my gosh the emotion here is great but I’ve heard this sound used as a meme on TikTok too many times aghhhh

Gamora!

What a way to die

I’m crying again. I miss her already...

Who the hell designed this place and put the stone here???? Who did this?

Cry Thanos. Suffer. My only comfort here is that you are sad. You deserve suffering. You really do...

The TVA is laughing here and I’m not okay..

Poor Peter Quill... he’s also lost a lot like Thor, but has had the “luck” of not knowing his family too close.

Wakanda babyyyy

No, you don’t want Starbucks, you want Dutch bros

Lmao I love rhodey. Poor Bruce.

BUCKY BUCKY BUCKY

HUG

NO CMON HAVE A LONG HUG

MALE FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO IMPORTANT.

Yea Shuri show em up.

Okay quick pause, I love love LOVE how Shuri is smarter. It’s a powerful moment for females BUT it’s not done in a way that’s condescending to males! It’s not saying women power because men bad, she’s just good! (And she has had access to technology they never could have but I digress). More of this please Hollywood. Don’t let being a female be the power. I don’t want strong female characters, I want strong characters who happen to be female. Ones who hold their own, have faults like anyone else, struggle, have weaknesses and strengths, but are strong without putting down others. Just a comment, just because a woman character may not be as strong as a man character, that is not saying she’s weak. If you’re the second strongest human in the world, you are NOT weak. You’re just not as strong as the strongest human ever, but that’s nothing against you. LET WOMEN STAND ON THEIR OWN MERITS WITHOUT SEX AFFECTING THEM!

Anyways

I love Shuri

I wish they had more time. She definitely could have done it. But stupid Thanos

Ughhhghhg

I know what many scenes are upcoming... with quill and peter and vision and everyone else

Let👏🏻Bucky👏🏻Have👏🏻Peace👏🏻

Thank you Nat!!! I love that Nat is so protective and selfless.

GET THIS MAN A SHIELD

Bucky needs love please. He’s my stand in, manipulated, greasy, long haired, dark and mysterious, stabby boy. (Also I need Bucky and Loki to meet. But let Loki finish his show (and come out of it alive because if he doesn’t I will sue) and be the antihero hero we need. Please. If he doesn’t get reintroduced into the mcu as a hero I will sue.

Thor, sweetie, are you a masochist?

Back to wakanda

Oh no, bad CGI, floating head Bruce banner. I’ll let it slide... sigh....

Can’t like, you just rain bombs on them forever?

JIBARI TRIBE YEA BOYYYYY

Sorry Proxima Midnight, you look like a frog and your name sounds like a middle schooler’s OC.

How nice. Diplomatic meeting.

“Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” Reeeeeeally wish you didn’t say that, T’Challa...

Yay big CGI battle commence! It’s like a really expensive animated cartoon at this point

WAKANDA FOREVER!

Poor Bucky. Forgot this dude doesn’t know much about the modern world.

Ahhhh Kamikazi aliens

I just wanna say that I love that Wakanda still has the artistic culture in their clothing and tradition all the while having badass, super advanced technology.

Why can’t they just rain bombs down the whole fight lol. Rhodey has those super nice bombs, like, do that they he whole time? Please? Why do you not have a barrier around the entire king.

No M’Baku, it’s not the end of wakanda. But half of all life, yea

WAKANDA FOREVER YEAAAAAAA

They should honesty all have nano tech suits like black panther lol. Or iron man suits. Fine maybe the most powerful one with the best quality material for the king, but besides that, yknow.

Wow Steve is hot with a beard.

So much happening at once. Thor, Wakanda, Vormir, Knowhere, am I missing anything?

Okay, but what IS the full force of a star? Like in Newton’s or something? Juls? Is it heat?

What’s this metal? How does it fare with vibranium?

Get off your wooden butt, groot.

“He needs the axe” are you Thor, the god of axes?

Soooo, I thought Thor didn’t NEED the hammer, it just helped him concentrate his powers or act as a conduit. Is that retconned already?

Cmon groot, put down your game. Soooo, is Groot worthy? He technically lifted it. Or is it a technicality because it wasn’t fully finished yet?

Cmon bucky, use that fancy arm of yours.

Wow they’re getting destroyed.

They need wanda to help.

BADASS ENTRANCE BABYYYY

How did Thor know to come to wakanda?

Floaty head Bruce

“BRING ME THANOS!”

Ahhhhhahahaha yeaaaaaa

Cry Thanos. Do it. I hate you.

Much more of a purple grape nutsack.

Oh gosh... I know what Peter Quill is going to do. I still don’t hate him.

“With all six stone I would simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist.” Orrrr, now hear me out, I know I sound like a broken record now but... MAYBE DOUBLE THE RESOURCES INSTEAD?? That’s not mercy. That’s not up to you to decide whether or not someone’s better off dead.

Smoosh

Yea quill has experience with the power stone

AIM FOR THE HEAD

Cmon it’s basic zombie tactics

I love peter quill lmao

Go capey!!!

Magic with a kick!

Poor Peter

CAPEY NOOOOOO

Wow he’s OP

Ouch quill just got majorly clotheslined

NEBULA

“Where’s Gamora?” 😭😭😭 SHE CARES AGHHHH

Restrain him! Work it mantis!!!

Why even remove the gauntlet, just slit his throat... kill him....

Quill no... stop being cocky...

Oh no

Quill please don’t

JUST SLIT THANOS’ THROAT

Quill please....

Poor quill. Just lost the person who really really loved him

Okay, I still love star lord. Idc what others think. He reacted realistically. If you hate peter quill for how he reacted, you better also hate Tony Stark for how he reacted to bucky when he learned bucky killed his parents despite knowing for a fact that bucky was brainwashed. Yes it was annoying... yes they were so close, but quill is so human here. I don’t hate him. He gets too much hate for acting like any normal person would have. Distraught, grief filled, he lost his love. Someone who helped him open up and finally move on from his mother’s death and fathers villainy.

Spider man saving mantis gives me life

How did that power stone blast not kill them?

Clearly Thanos has played Majora’s Mask. At least he has good taste.

So close vision.... but I know... I know what happens.

YES BUCKY AND ROCKET GUN CIRCLE.

Lmao give rocket Bucky’s old arm.

“I am Groot.” “I am Steve Rogers.” Comedy gold

Cmon Thor, go after the big one first.

Cmon wanda, save them. We need some scarlet witch magic up here to stop these

Okay that was so cool. AND THEN SHE USED THE BLADES

Oh no but now Shuri is alone

So close yet so far.... Dangit... vision was almost good

Ouch. Bonk to the head

YEA BLACK WIDOW

BADASS TIME

AND OKOYE!!

LETS GOOOOOOO

BADASS WOMEN

Ouch poor vision

Cmon Thor back up vision

Please

Hulk is in his feels

Cmon hulk grow up

Ooooh smart move banner

Aaaaand he’s gone

Giant blade look oit

Corvus, screw off.

YEA STEVE

WHERE IS THOR WHEN YOU NEED HIM

CMON NAT

Oh dang. Nice one wanda. But also, sheesh. Helluva way to go. But no big.

Yea vision. Stabby time.

Now vision and Steve, kiss.

Spider man saving everyone’s lives.

YEA STRANGE

Where was this in New York???

MULTIPLYING

WHY DIDNT YOU DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

Oh no

Well then... ouch. Soooo where’s the real stone???

Hey look Tony, you have a fan.

Okay I’m just pissed odd they didn’t just kill Thanos when they had him subdued. Like, worry about the glove AFTER he’s not longer a threat

Oof

Tony is taking a beating

HE WAS STABBED

WHAT

I don’t want your respect Thanos. That’s an insult.

They will remember him. They will remember him Thanos. When he kills you.

DOCTOR STRANGE WHAT?

You really doing this??? I guess he knows what needs to unfold for them to win... dang. I wouldn’t trust him tho.

Peter Quill in berserker mode

Where’d he go?

Name dropping the second movie

Strange knows everything about to go down. Who dies, who lives, what Thanos is about to do... he’s accepting his soon dusted demise because Stark needs to live...

AIM FOR THE HEAD UGHHHHH

Stop teleporting. That’s Loki’s gimmick.

KILL THIS RAISIN LOOKING NUTSACK UGH

Homie way too OP

Poor wanda and Vis...

HER LIP TREMBLE

PHENOMENAL ACTING

SAY I LOVE YOU

I JUST FEEL YOU

AGGHHHH IM CRYING AGAIN

Poor wanda. To have to kill her love... this.. this is a sacrifice Thanos... not your murder....

Wow Steve is holding back Thanos with pure brute

WANDA IS SO STRONG

HOLDING BACK THANOS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BREAKING THE MIND STONE

I LOVE YOU

AGHHHHHHHHH

And I know what happens next...

Poor wanda

Piss off thanos you understand nothing

You lost more than she could know? Bull crap. You are causing everyone to lose...

Cruel reality. Wanda has to see him die twice. RIP Vision

RIP half of all life...

AIM FOR THE DAMN HEAD

IF THOR KILLED HIM THEY COULD HAVE USED THE GAUNTLET TO BRING EVERYONE BACK TO LIFE. USED THE TIME STONE TO REVIVE THEM ALL.

How did that not kill Thanos tho. It may not have been a head shot but still.

Lil Gamora

What is this place?

Is this the soul realm?

Thanos, I hope you suffer forever. You deserve all the pain...

Rest In Peace: Vision, Loki, Bucky, T’Challa, Groot, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Mantis, Drax, Peter Quill, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker (I don’t feel so good), and everyone else...

Thank you Nebula.

Thanos, you do NOT deserve to retire peacefully—wipe that smile off of your face

Oop, Rest In Peace Maria Hill and Nick Fury too... Motherfu— (so close Sammy boy...)

Yea Thanos you didn’t really think that through. Much more than half will died since other people rely on other peoples lives

Good thing he hit that button last minute huh? I wonder how captain marvel would fare in the TVA? are her powers considered magic? I mean, she clearly doesn’t know everything since she only just learned about Thanos (which is funny because she was supposedly traversing the universe to protect people)

Welp... onto movie two!

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crqstalite · 4 years ago

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9 for Evolet and Fenris.

oof this one got away from me a bit, but was interesting to get into evolet/fenris’ headspace, mostly because her own mirrors mine lol. less focused on their relationship and more focused on the fact that evolet both needs a nap and a little less instant trust in people.

for the angst prompt: “People will only use you. They can’t be trusted.”

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At first, it’s hard to figure what makes her tick. Moreso what doesn’t. But always with her heart on her sleeve in the same moment, emotions always flickering over her expression like a flame. There is not one person in Kirkwall that doesn’t know that, there is not one person that accompanies her during the day that doesn’t already understand that.

Evolet Hawke is...an enigma at times. Guarded, careful. Stepping quietly around as if she’s forced to as not to disturb a sleeping dragon. Analytical, if not also quiet.

And yet? Fenris still can’t wrap his head around her.

How is it that she keeps parts of her locked away with a key she has hidden somewhere, but nothing else is? How is it that everyone else seems to be more important than herself, as she takes hours and days out of her life to assist them with tasks she has no business getting involved with?

She wants to help every single person they come across on the street, she wants to never leave someone at the mercy of their attackers. They can never just turn a blind eye to anything. That is one of the few things she never has much difficulty thinking about.

Fenris lies in wait for the day that comes back to bite her. Not that he’d want anything to happen to Hawke, no, but he knows what she’s doing isn’t healthy. How often does he actually see her return to the estate? Sometimes the only response he gets is that Aveline needed help with this or that in a patrol. Sometimes Merrill needed something and she just had to give a hand. Or that she and Isabela had gone out by themselves to complete a task no one knew about.

Does the woman ever sit down to take care of herself these days?

He doesn’t get his answer, not for years. But little things start to shift under that smile of her’s. There’s an air of vulnerability when she arrives to his mansion a few odd times in that fateful year, but always a few words, phrases kept for herself. He never gets the full story, but then again he’d be a hypocrite if he asked the same from her but not from himself. Her company is always appreciated, and he never prys, but he has some concern for the woman anyway. It only gets worse the closer they grow.

What the terrifying bit is, is truly that she never considers that someone could be using her goodwill for their own gain. How often she doesn’t defer to her own judgement if someone makes a good enough case with her. He saw it with Petrice, saw how easily she coerced Evolet into helping under the guise the Chantry needed her. He saw nearly just how easily Feynriel’s mother convinced her to send him to the Circle for her own mind to be set to rest -- which he knows better than anyone that she’d hate to go there herself. However her only response is ever that they just needed her, and if she didn’t help, then who would?

He can think of about twenty people, all who’s names weren’t Evolet.

He sees the cracks starting to appear towards the end of her fourth year in Kirkwall. When her helping and trust in the City Guard towards the investigation into Quentin only leads to her mother’s death at the hands of a blood mage. The thought of one makes him shiver, almost enough that he doesn’t really want to accompany her much longer, but when he asks if she’s okay...that damn cheeky smile she gets whenever someone gets too close to the truth. The way she’s more despondent as the days afterwards drag on, but much too fast to cover it with a mask instead, refusing to acknowledge that she’s in pain.

They’re still on shaky terms then, while he might have her crest, they hadn’t spoken in weeks by that point. He doesn’t say what he needs to. Comforting her is out of the question -- he wouldn’t know where to begin.

When she discovers what Isabela had done, it is a day Fenris never thought he’d ever see. He’d never really thought Isabela would use her in such a manner, and yet, she just let’s her go. He sees her hands fall to her sides after she leaves, tome in hand and surely racing for the docks before the storm starts. Flames lick her palms before the mage puts them out, the only instance he’d ever seen her magic flare without true intention. Aveline had placed a hand on her shoulder, but Evolet had jerked it off, then running a hand through her hair.

“It’s fine. It’s fine! We can get them out another way, I wouldn’t just sell Isabela out, I couldn’t,” Her voice wavers before setting her face into one of slight amusement, “That one really came out of left field, didn’t it?”

“Hawke...” Aveline starts to chastise her, surely for the same reason he was about to, “This really isn’t a proper time to be joking about this.”

“I’m not ‘joking’ Aveline, it will be fine, as long as we keep level heads,” Her eyes are downcast as much as she tries to replace it with a smile, one he can see right through, “I just...wasn’t expecting Isabela to do that, is all.”

He doesn’t say anything, even though he probably should. If Kirkwall hasn’t been destroyed by the end of the night, he’d have to sit her down proper and talk. Since no one else would, and no one else seemed to see the lesson she was so desperately missing.

She’s in pain, and she won’t even say a word about it. She and Isabela had been friends if their interactions were anything to go by, and Evolet had put her trust in the pirate. He tentatively asks how she’s handling it shortly after her duel with the Arishok, but she brushes it off in favor of wrapping a bandage around his hand -- ignoring the question. A beat of silence that goes on much too long until she launches into another attempt at humor.

Her eyes are darker than usual. Her hands tremble more, and yet, she says she will still be friends with Isabela anyway. Because that is simply who she is. Good, loving and caring Hawke.

It wasn’t until three years after that does he finally get the conversation going, while they’re preparing for a trip into the sewers no less. Anders is walking some ways behind them, talking to Varric. He might as well say it now, away from prying ears and air his concerns, “Hawke.”

She looks over her shoulder, slight smile already on her face when he sighs, “Yes, Fenris?”

“Do you not wonder what the mage has us doing?”

“I...why would I? I wouldn’t want to remain possessed if I didn’t have to. If there’s a will, then surely there’s a way, right?” She asks, gently bumping into shoulder. He flinches, though he would admit it’s a welcome touch. And yet she’s ignoring every red flag that the abomination has set up since they left the clinic. In favor of what, remaining friends?

Mages. Though...she’s just naïve. Or ignoring the issue entirely.

“And if this isn’t it’s intended purpose?” Fenris queries. He has his own suspicions about Anders, one’s that were never properly taken care of over the last few years, mostly because he had begrudging respect for the man and second, because Evolet would never let him hear the end of it.

He knows that the people they go out with are using her -- whether for her status or the friendship she hands out like candy, or in her case, sovereigns to little street children, “You’re aware he is using you? Because you can not say no to him, it is no wonder he came to you first with this issue.”

A look of veiled shock crosses her eyes, yanking at her sleeve as if she’s considering his words. Good, she understands him then. She glances over her shoulder, then back up at him, “He wouldn’t do that, Fenris. I thought you were better friends with him, you don’t need to be so suspicious,” He bites the words back, but she powers on anyway, “What if I ended up possessed? If Anders had a way to undo it, to save my life, wouldn’t you do the same?”

He doesn’t answer that, enough so that he thinks she knows the answer. He’d never heard of such a way, though he could attribute that to not being a mage. Considering that she’d mulled it over herself though, and that Anders spoke of it like it’d never been done before -- to say the least he doesn’t trust this course of action.

And yet, she does. It never matters to her, she’s always looking for the best in people, even if they don’t deserve it. No matter just how tired she is, no matter just how much she should really take care of herself first -- she always puts everyone else before her. He can’t ignore either, with how much she toes the line between nurturing and foolish these days, so he does what he can so that she doesn’t end up paying for it later down the line. The mage and dwarf slip past him in the sewers, but Evolet pauses while he holds the trapdoor for her, “Please trust me, Fenris.”

“I am by your side, Hawke.” He means it, that part is entirely genuine. However, it is still unsettling how all she does is give him a grin and disappear into the depths.

Whether Evolet trusted him or not, no one could’ve expected something so miniscule and unsuspecting to cause the civil war that began in Kirkwall some weeks later. She’s beyond upset, beyond terrified when she has to choose a side between the Templars and Magi ruling the city -- Meredith has never been all there, but he’s grateful when she chooses her anyway.

And to deal with the mage -- the bloody abomination. She’s hesitant, and he can see the thoughts rushing through her head like a tidal wave in her shaky movements. Most likely wondering how he could ever do something this, mirroring her companions thoughts.

She trusts far too easily. Finally he’s able to put it in words, and...finally she sees the consequences of it. Fenris highly doubts Anders would’ve been capable of such a crime without her help. Without any of their help. Without her help, he doubts Merrill would’ve gone down her path with the Eluvian. Without her help, he doubts Isabela would’ve gotten away with stealing the tome all those years ago.

He can catch snippets of their conversation, his voice resigned and her’s shaking ever so slightly. Poised and graceful, as she always was, but she’s trying to convince him to help. Trying to convince him to right his wrongs and stand with her.

He refuses.

Fenris can pinpoint the exact moment her demeanor changes. When her trust has been snapped in two, and she sees the ugly reality -- the truth behind what she’s enabled.

Evolet surprises him when she unsheathes her knife from where she carries it on her hip. Swift and silent, it finds a home in the mage’s back, shoved in between his shoulder blades. Merrill gasps behind a hand, shocked by her friend’s actions, surely.

It’s destroying her on the inside, he knows that it is. Her eyes are downcast and watering when she eventually picks up her staff again, leaving the knife where it was. She doesn’t give it a second glance, and merely nods to Aveline’s suggestion to head to the Gallows. Once they’ve made it through the mage’s that are putting up a true fight on the Docks (he nearly feels some semblance of regret, leaving them behind like that. He tries not to look at Evolet, how she’s struggling to throw out her more lethal attacks against people who were just like her), it’s silent.

Evolet stands in the back of the small boat they’d procured, back turned from the rest of her party. Whispers, quiet discussing what they’d do when they got there. Merrill, softly sobbing into Isabela’s arms over the loss of Anders is all he can hear. Her arms are gently wrapped around herself, eyes out to the burning horizon when she leans against the mast.

He’s careful, quiet as not to startle her. And yet, there’s still a sad smile, quirking the corners of her lips up when she glances over her shoulder. It’s not real, he’s learned to see past it now, it’s a buffer so no one sees her at her worst -- or sees her for who she is.

He’s never seen her cry before. Not when her brother was taken to the Wardens, not when her mother died. She’d always been so strong, helping everyone else through their own tears, their own fears. She’d been there with him when Danarius had died, and had generously accepted him back into her heart. Evolet had been there for Merrill, when her Keeper died and stayed for days with the younger Elven woman in her home in the alienage, even if she looked genuinely exhausted herself. All these things, no matter the toll they took on her, she simply accepted.

Piled onto her were responsibilities beyond her years, piled onto her were problems she couldn’t always solved but tried to, piled onto her were people that depended on her like no others. And never did she ever show that true emotion that came with the stress. He’d thought she liked the guise, liked to act.

But with the fires illuminating her face, and the world forever changed, tears are slipping down her face ever so quietly. Her hands are wrinkling the clothes she wears, stained with blood and clutched like a grounding force. Ice is under her boots, if not a testament to just how little control she has over her will now.

Evolet goes to him, leaning her head against his chest first then her arms go around him, grasping at the fabric on the back of his tunic. He’s never been one for outright touch, but it’s comforting instead of unwelcome, regardless of the circumstances.

He chooses his words carefully, knowing he’ll only shatter her further if he doesn’t, “People will only use you, Evolet. They can’t be trusted.”

“I know,” She murmurs, “I know.”

#evolet hawke #evolet/fenris #f!fenhawke

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psifitopia · 5 years ago

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tag 10 + 10 + 4

I’ve been meaning to do this tag, since I saw it, but I got a bit confused. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to add questions? But, I’m tired and I can’t think of any, so I’m just going to answer. :D Thank you @floh673!

1. What was the last movie you watched in theaters? I think it was Cats.

2. What’s your favorite game to play? Animal Crossing

3. Chocolate or vanilla? Definitely

4. What’s the last show you binge-watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender

5. Do you have any pets? Yes, two cats, Nebula and Purll

6. What’s your favorite fairy tale? I love fairy tales so much. There’s no real way for me to choose a favorite. The only one I ever read that I didn’t love is one I barely remember. I think it was Russian and all I remember is the villain, who had kidnapped a maiden, somehow ended up a bird. The “hero” caught the villain as a bird and slowly killed him, ripping off his wings, then legs, one at a time, while arguing with him. I think the villain kept offering him stuff. The hero would accept, then tear off another part. Finally, he broke the villains neck. It was just horribly cruel and I felt bad for the villain.

7. Who’s your favorite superhero? That depends on my mood and what movie was most recently released. LOL Batman and the Hulk are always awesome.

8. Who’s your favorite Disney Princess? Leia! Or, if we’re talking the traditional Disney princesses, um, I guess a tie between Merida and Tiana. I love all of them, but those two were just awesome, flawed and funny and they learn.

9. Where’s the first place you’re going to go after the social distancing is over? Church, followed within an hour or two by a trip to stay the night with my Mom.

10. Cookies or Cake? Yes, and pie, pudding, ice cream...I have a major sweet tooth. LOL

+ 10 questions from @teenwolf-theoriginals:

1. which show could you watch over and over? I’m notorious for watching things over and over. Star Trek: TOS, V and V: The Final Battle, Stargate SG-1, MacGyver (both of them), The Dukes of Hazzard, Doctor Who, etc.

2. favourite song lyric? Okay, long list, so the first thing that comes to mind is “People say I’m crazy, but I don’t care!” from “Almost There” from The Princess and the Frog. I keep hearing Dennis, my au of Murdoc, age three, singing that very loudly, laughing a bit, and MacGyver, his adopted dad, rolling his eyes, with that goofy, sarcastic face he sometimes pulls.

3. favourite season of your favourite tv show? I can’t narrow things down that much. I’m going to go with Red Dwarf, season three, for the utterly frivolous reason that Rimmer wore his green uniform that season and it suited him so well!

4. what never fails to make you smile/happy? Christmas!

5. how are you doing with all that’s going on in the world (virus, having to do social distancing, etc)? Mostly, I’m doing well. I’m still working, as usual. I miss going to church (we’re doing services online for now) and visiting with my Mom. That’s the worst of it, though that’s pretty bad for me. But, I just remind myself it’s temporary and trust in God (I’m Christian).

6. we all love new music to listen to, name an artist that is underrated/you think people should check out? I have a filk album called Of Shoes and Ships by an artist named Cecilia Eng. She isn’t widely known, but the entire album is brilliant, absolutely hilarious in places and heart-breaking in others. If you enjoy sci-fi/fantasy, I highly recommend it.

7. tv show or movie? Both. I love all mediums that tell me a story.

8. favourite holiday? Christmas

9. a song that describes you? I hope not.

10. describe your tumblr in three words? random, neglected, fandom-oriented mostly

+ 4 questions from @Floh673

1. Where you live, town, village, countryside, see side? countryside2. Favourite weather? Very warm, with a slight breeze3. Last Travel? I haven’t been out of state in years. The last trip I took that was more than an hour was to the south of Missouri, for my grandma’s funeral.

4. Are your Tumblr friends the same as in real life? No.

Tagging: @desparikon, @thefridgelovesfood, @mannersmakethme, @anguishmacgyver, @murdocsmacattack

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let-love-run-red · 7 years ago

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You Mean More

Request: Ah your stealing my socks now. Kylo Ren and Apprentice reader where they live together but kinda like each other but don't want to admit it so when Kylo goes on a mission, the reader gets lonely and starts to wear his clothes? It's a mouthful, lol but please

Summary: Kylo kept his enemies (Hux) close, but his apprentice closer. Much closer.

"You think they'll be as nice in battle? Fight me!" Kylo called, swinging the practice staff at your face. you easily deflected his blow, swinging madly and dancing around him on light feet. you finally stopped when you halted her staff inches from his throat. Had this been an actual saber fight rather than a practice heads would have rolled.

You two were panting, sweat rolling off your foreheads and matting your hair to their heads. Kylo had long since abandoned his heavy robes and was in only a tight black shirt and pants. you were in a thin tank top and a pair of shorts. Kylo let a proud grin crack his stoic demeanor and stood straight, taking a step towards you.

"You're coming along well (y/n)." He said. you smiled widely up at him before lowering your staff. Kylo slyly took another step closer before swinging his staff at your midsection only to have you block it and with a whirlwind of swings and one swift kick you were straddling Kylo as he lay flat on his back. you'd knocked the staff out of his hand and had your knees on his palms with the tip of your staff between his eyes.

"Thank you master, I have an excellent teacher." You said as you stood off of him and offered him your hand. Kylo took it and stood, walking over to the bench and donning his robes as you did the same. Kylo lifted his heavy helmet in his hands, running one hand through his sweaty hair before placing the helmet on his head as Hux walked into the training room.

"Commander, your presence is required in the bridge." He said curtly, glaring at Kylo until (y/n) stepped out from behind his broad form. Hux allowed his eyes to rake over her form none too subtly until Kylo noticed and stepped between the two, shielding her with his large chest.

Kylo nodded to Hux and followed him out of the training room as you returned to the quarters you shared with Kylo. He'd insisted you learn his way of life so you could become his second in command. He would never admit he just wanted you closer to him.

Kylo and Hux walked down the hall past Kylo's quarters. A few turns later Kylo suddenly turned on Hux, pulling out his saber and igniting it as he pinned the ginger to the wall with an angry hiss, the voice modulator making it sound like a growl.

"If you ever dare to lay your eyes on her in such a way again, I'll make sure you don't have eyes." He growled. Hux swallowed nervously and nodded, looking into the visor where Kylo's eyes would be. Kylo released Hux and continued the walk to the bridge.

"(y/n)?" Kylo called as he walked into his quarters. He saw steam rolling out of the open bathroom door and decided he could talk to you later. He walked over to the closet and shut the door, changing into a clean black T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants

He stepped into the room at the same time you stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of short shorts and one of Kylo's T-shirts you had snuck from his side of the closet a little while ago. The shirt was so long it looked as if you weren't wearing pants under it. You looked up and saw Kylo, freezing when he noticed the T-shirt.

"I-I, forgot to grab a shirt before I showered. It was the only thing in there." You quickly stammered, your face turning bright shade of red as you rushed past him into the closet. Kylo looked at the closed door as his cheeks turned pink.

For kriffing sakes. He thought. You looked good in his clothes, he didn't know how to say he didn't mind you wearing them without giving away the fact that he liked you. So instead he walked over and sat on his bed, lifting his holopad and checking his schedule. He was set to leave on a mission first thing next day-cycle. He would be gone for a mont. He'd scheduled you to train with the stormtroopers, perfecting your blaster skills. No matter what he told himself he would miss your training sessions together.

"Sorry about your shirt master, as I said it was the only thing there and I didn't want to walk out without a shirt." You said quietly, walking to your own bed on the opposite side of the room and pulling the covers back. You were in a crop top you'd made out of an old first order uniform. The insignia was sewn on the left breast and the jagged bottom came just above your belly-button. Kylo had to physically tear his eyes away from your stomach as you climbed into bed, holding your holopad out in front of you.

"It's of no concern." He said after swallowing and placing his holopad on the table beside him before sliding under the covers and rolling over. He waited until you had placed your holopad down and had nestled under the covers before turning the lights in the quarters off. He would miss you more than he thought.

"You promise to keep up on your training?" Kylo asked, the voice modulator making his already husky voice even deeper. You gave him curt nod as stormtroopers continued packing provisions onto the ship Kylo would be taking. Kylo looked down at you, wishing he could rip his helmet off and kiss your soft lips before he left. He could hardly stand being away from you for an hour and here he was leaving you for a month.

"I promise I won't slip Master. I would never let the First Order down in that way." You said loyally. You wanted nothing more than to have him without his helmet, to know what his plump lips would feel like pressed against your own. You instead settled for holding your hand out for him to shake. He shook your hand, his leather clad one dwarfing your own bare palm before he turned and swept up the ramp into the ship, his cowl billowing behind him.

-One Month Later-

Kylo exited the ship, looking around the bare launching pad. It was the middle of the night-cycle and not much was going on. There were stormtroopers standing guard, a few technicians fixing ships, and a captain going over a checklist. He felt his chest drop when he saw no sign of you before he reminded himself you were probably asleep. He then wasted no time sweeping through the corridors to his quarters.

He punched in the code for the blast doors with one hand, using the other to remove his helmet. The doors opened with a quiet hiss and he stepped inside as the doors shut behind him. He looked to your bed, expecting to see your sleeping form. Instead he saw a perfectly made bed. he felt his heart leap into his throat as he searched the room, stepping towards his bed and setting his helmet in the tray of ashes. He heard a ruffling and looked down to see you curled up in his bed, fast asleep.

He let a smile cross his features before he walked into the closet to change. he noticed the shirt he normally wore to sleep wasn't where it normally hung and he decided he didn't need it. He turned to grab his sweatpants only to see they weren't there either. He would have to talk to the laundry crew in the morning. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers and walked into the main room, considering whether he should sleep in his own bed or yours for the night.

When are you ever going to get another chance like this? He said to himself. He walked over to his bed, pulling the covers on the edge back and sliding into bed. He looked down at your sleeping form to see you drowning in a large black shirt that he quickly recognized as his own. He was willing to bet credits you were wearing his sweatpants as well. he let out a chuckle as he got comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

You awoke in the morning pressed against something burning hot. You lifted your head to see Kylo asleep next to you, you'd fallen asleep with your head on his chest. You shot up out of the bed and rushed to the closet.

Oh kriff oh kriff please tell me he didn't see the clothes oh kriff You panicked as you quickly changed clothes, rehanging the shirt and sweatpants before opening the door, but, you couldn't resist. You quickly swiped a pair of his socks, sliding them onto your feet before walking over to the kitchenette in the quarters. You didn't see Kylo was awake until he spoke.

"Oh so you're stealing my socks now." You heard his deep voice say with a chuckle. You froze and looked at him with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry master, it was cold." You muttered. Kylo stood from under the covers before walking over to you.

"No more master, (y/n). Just Kylo." He said quietly, resting his hands on your hips from behind. He gently pulled you against him and you took a deep breath, setting the mug of kaff down before turning to face him. You pressed your hands against his bare chest, looking up into his whiskey brown eyes.

"(y/n), I realized something in the month I was gone." He began. "I realized how much i value you as an apprentice. How much you mean to me, I found myself wondering how you were whenever I had a free moment. You mean much more to me than just an apprentice, and I understand that I may not mean much more to you than just a master but, I hope tha-" You cut him off when you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. He stood in shock for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, lips moving fluidly against your own.

"You mean more to me than just a master Kylo Ren." You whispered when the two of you finally pulled away. He smiled at you and leaned down to recapture your lips in a kiss.

#Prompt list #request #kylo ren #kylo x reader #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren x reader #apprentice!reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #empressrenwrites

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sushigirlali · 7 years ago

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Famous In Love (Reylo Fanfic)

Art by: @mvcreates

Summary: Rey scores her first big break in Hollywood co-staring in an Oscar worthy film with acclaimed theater actor Kylo Ren. In order to pull off an intimate love scene, the pair retreat to Kylo's apartment to practice in private.

Pairing: Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo [Reylo] [ReyBen]

Continuity: Actor AU

Rating: E

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or anything that relates to Star Wars.

A/N: I love watching trashy TV shows, so this story is dedicated to Famous In Love on Freeform. This show is so incredibly bad, but for some reason I can't stop watching it! I was only going to write a few scenes, but the story got away from me, so it's super long lol Enjoy!

Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr

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Famous In Love

By: sushigirlali

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"Cut!"

Rey sighed as an irate Armitage Hux jumped out of his director's chair.

"What the hell are you two playing at?!" Hux yelled, marching onto set. "This is supposed to be a tender love scene between adults, not an awkward high school grope session!"

Rey pushed herself into a sitting position on the plush bed as Kylo moved away from her, pulling up the rumpled white comforter to cover her body. While she was used to the director's crass behavior by now, being half naked in front of a room full of people made her feel more vulnerable than usual.

"You two have about as much chemistry as a pair of garden gnomes!" Hux continued, eyeing his lead actors in disgust. "In fact, I'd rather watch inanimate objects make out than the two of you!"

Rey tilted her head at the strange comment, trying not to laugh. Laughter would definitely not improve the director's mood. Casting a sideways glance at her co-star, Rey was unsurprised to see Kylo Ren's face composed in his patented bored expression. She would swear the man was a robot if he didn't hit the craft services table occasionally.

"Kylo, have you ever seduced a woman before? Or at least pretended to? No wonder you're chronically single!" Hux blustered. "And you, Rey, are about the least sexy—"

"How would you like us to fix the situation?" Kylo cut in blandly, shifting slightly on the bed so that his massive body partially covered Rey's.

"Become better actors?" Hux replied savagely, focusing on Kylo again.

Rey eye's widened, surprised by the small action. Kylo didn't seem to like or respect her on the best of days, but here he was making a bigger target out of himself to protect her? No, she must be reading too much into it. The only time Kylo Ren was nice to her was in her dreams.

"No? Then how about this: you're both dismissed from set until you can play this scene correctly. Go back to your trailer or apartment or a fucking love hotel—whatever—just work it out!" And with that, their esteemed director stormed off set, slamming doors as he went.

Rey looked up at Kylo gratefully. "Thank you for—"

"Let's go." He interrupted.

"Oh, ah, okay." Rey stumbled slightly in her haste to stand, gasping as Kylo's warm hands settled on her bare waist to steady her.

She quickly twisted away from him, trying to control her reaction to the acclaimed theater actor's touch. He would never know it, but she had been infatuated with him for years. Kylo's brilliant performance as the Phantom of the Opera on Broadway two years ago was still burned into her mind. As a result, working with him on such an intimate basis was proving to be a challenge.

Busying herself with finding her robe, Rey missed the look of hurt that flashed across Kylo's face at her perceived rejection.

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Ben gritted his teeth as Rey pulled away from him. He knew she found him unappealing, but did she have to rub it in all the time? Ever since the first time he had seen her, standing among the other hopefuls trying out for the role of his love interest, Ben had been smitten with the young actress from Jakku.

Rey, however, seemed to want nothing to do with him.

Shaking off his frustration, Ben said gruffly, "Let's go to my place, we can practice our scenes there."

"Okay." Rey agreed, tying the belt of her robe.

It was a shame, Ben thought wryly, given how lovely she looked in her underwear. Set attractively against her tanned skin, the matching slate blue bra and panties were perfectly molded to her slender body.

"Do you want to change before we leave?" Ben asked her. It would be so much easier for him to concentrate if she had pants on.

"No, that's okay." Rey said, picking up the tote bag sitting next to her chair. "We should probably stay in costume while we go over our lines. You know, to set the mood."

Ben mentally groaned. Was she trying to kill him? But to Rey he said, "Makes sense," in what he hoped was a nonchalant tone.

Shrugging on his own robe, Ben grabbed his backpack before gaining the attention of a passing crew member.

"Yes, Mr. Ren?" Rose Tico said enthusiastically.

"Can you call for a car? Rey and I need a ride to my apartment." Ben requested.

Rose raised her eyebrows, looking from him to Rey and back again, obviously noting their state of undress.

"Hux asked us to practice lines together before coming back to set, so we're wrapped for the night." Rey supplied with a charming blush. "Nothing weird going on or anything…"

"Sure." Rose grinned suggestively. "Go ahead down to Lot A and I'll have Finn pick you up."

"Oh, I'm sure Finn is busy with—" Rey tried.

"Nope, I just saw him. Since it's so late, the rest of the drivers have left already. So it's Finn or you're stuck here." Rose said happily.

"But—"

"That's fine, please call Finn." Ben directed, putting an end to Rey's protests.

"Thanks, Rose." Rey said weakly, while Ben dipped his head in acknowledgement before starting toward the exit.

"Have fun practicing!" Rose called to their retreating backs.

——————

Rey shot her friend a warning look over her shoulder, but she just laughed in response. Rose was one of the few people who knew about her feelings for Kylo, besides Rose's boyfriend and Rey's best friend Finn. No doubt Finn would try to embarrass her on the ride to Kylo's, so Rey needed to be on her guard.

After a short walk, Rey and Kylo reached the valet drop off area in Lot A. Standing awkwardly next to her co-star, Rey wondered how he would respond to small talk. Kylo was a man of few words, but she hated wasting this opportunity to speak with him. It was a rare occurrence for them to be completely alone.

"So, um, where's your apartment?" She asked tentatively, drawing his attention.

"In the NoHo district." Kylo informed her.

"Wow, so close to the studio! No wonder you're always early to set." Rey laughed.

"There are a lot of theatres in the area." He shrugged. "I didn't really take the studio into consideration."

"Once a stage actor, always a stage actor?" Rey teased.

"Something like that." Kylo responded, his lips tilting up at the corners.

But his face slid back into an impassive mask as Finn drove up in a black Escalade. Jumping out of the vehicle, he came around the front and opened the passenger's side door for them.

"Rose said you needed a ride?" Finn remarked coolly.

"Yes, thank you." Kylo said, moving back for Rey to climb into the SUV before him.

Rey was surprised when he held out a hand to help her into the elevated vehicle. Trying to act casual, she allowed him to assist her, focusing on getting into the car without embarrassing herself. He released her hand as she slid across the backseat, leaving her fingers tingling.

Buckling her seatbelt, Rey settled back against the black leather interior. Rey glanced at Kylo's wide chest, barely covered by the thick white terry cloth robe, as he did the same. He really was massive, dwarfing her in comparison, making her feel incredibly feminine. Shaking herself, she glanced up to see Finn watching them in the rearview mirror. Oh no.

"So, Kylo," Finn started as he pulled away from the curb, "how's filming going?"

"Fine." He said shortly.

"Fine?" Finn laughed. "Word around set is that you're on track to score an Oscar nomination based on your performance so far."

"I have a great scene partner." Kylo replied, playing down his part in the movie.

Rey looked up at him, startled by the compliment. "Really?" She asked involuntarily.

Kylo's gaze appeared to soften as he looked at her, but it could have just been a trick of the dim street lights flashing by outside.

"Of course. You're a wonderful actress, Rey." Kylo assured her.

"Thank you!" Rey felt her face heat as joy flooded through her.

"You're welcome." Kylo said softly.

Finn coughed discreetly from the front seat, gaining their attention.

"Yes, Finn?" Rey slanted him a look.

"We're here." Finn said archly. "Are you two going to get out or are you just going to keep staring at each other all night?"

Rey flushed bright red and attempted to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Here." Kylo said after a moment, removing her struggling fingers and undoing the safety device for her.

"Thanks!" She said in a high pitched voice, looking everywhere but at him.

"I'll get the door." Kylo shot at Finn as he started to get out of the vehicle.

Rey was bemused as Kylo did just that, opening his door and grasping her hand again to help her out. He didn't let go of her this time, though, and she was too shocked by his courteous actions to pull away.

"Bye, Finn." Rey said breathlessly from the curb, allowing Kylo to pull her toward his apartment building.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Finn snickered after them.

——————

Ben led Rey up the stairs to his third floor apartment. He had opted to rent a smaller, more cozy place than most of his co-stars, hating the glitz and glam that came with being a Hollywood actor.

"I'm sorry if Finn embarrassed you." Rey said apologetically. "He's kind of a wild card."

"I'm not embarrassed." Ben assured her. "We weren't doing anything."

Rey's fingers suddenly slipped from his, startling him. It had felt so natural to hold her hand that he hadn't realized he was still doing it until now.

"Oh. Okay." She said quietly.

Ben sighed. What had he done now? Having next to no experience with relationships, Ben was at a loss for what to say next. Instead, he fished his keys out of the front pocket of his backpack and unlocked the apartment door. Motioning for her to proceed him, Ben closed and locked the door behind them.

Sitting her bag down on the gray and black granite island that separated the kitchen from the living room, Rey hummed her approval.

"This is really nice." She said. "I love open concept spaces."

"Yeah, me too." Ben was glad he had taken the time to clean up this morning. "Are you hungry? I can order something."

"No, thanks." Rey said.

"Really, it's no problem." Ben insisted.

Rey shook her head in the negative. "I ate before coming in this afternoon, so I'm good. But order whatever you want if you're hungry."

He was hungry alright, just not for food. But Ben kept those thoughts to himself. "I'm good too." He said instead.

"Okay, where do you want to practice then?" Rey asked directly. "It's getting late, so we should probably start right away."

"We can use the living room or the bedroom." Ben offered casually. "Whichever you prefer."

Rey looked around, noting the black leather sofa and love seat. "Will the couch be big enough for you to, um, spread out on?"

Ben raised his eyebrows at her wording, but didn't contradict her. "It is a little cramped for my height. I can show you the bedroom if you'd like."

Rey nodded and Ben started to sweat. He could do this. It would be just like on set. Professional. There was nothing going on between them, despite the slight shift in their relationship tonight. He could do this.

"This way." He said, walking down the small hallway to his bedroom.

He stopped at the doorway to make sure the room was clean, grunting as Rey ran into his back.

"Sorry!" Rey said breathily. "I wasn't expecting you to stop."

Ben moved into the room, playing it cool. "No problem. Well, here's the bed." He said lamely.

Rey studied the huge king-sized bed, covered in a red and black stripped duvet, thoughtfully. "Yes, this is definitely better."

Better for what? Ben thought. Torturing him?

"We need to get comfortable speaking intimately to each other." Ben said frankly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Among other things."

"Other things?" Rey queried as she took a seat next to him.

"Kissing, touching." He said lightly, trying not to focus on how high the robe had ridden up on her toned thighs.

"Oh. Right. Well, uh, what did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we should try getting to know each other first." Kylo suggested. There were a few things we wanted to get clear between them.

"Sure. What do you want to know?" Rey invited.

"I know you've never liked me, but—"

——————

"What?!" Rey exclaimed in shock.

Kylo looked taken aback at her outburst. "The first day on set you told your friend Rose that you found me disgusting and hated having to work with me." He said in a wounded tone.

Rey racked her brain, trying to remember if she had ever said such a thing to Rose. The first day of filming had been hectic, made even more so when their slimy Executive Producer walked through the door. Despite his talent for producing blockbuster movies, Andy Snoke had a reputation for being a complete scumbag.

"Snoke had just walked onto set." Rey recalled. "And he called me over to introduce himself." Rey paused, frowning as she thought about the awful memory. "And promptly grabbed my ass."

"He did what?!" Kylo stood angrily.

"Yeah, that's how I reacted too." Rey appreciated his outrage. "Luckily, the film crew caught the whole thing on tape, so I threatened to sue him if he ever came near me again."

"Do you have a lawyer? I can call mine, if you'd like. Her name is Maz Kanata and she's tough as hell." Kylo offered, pacing back and forth.

"No, Kylo." Rey's heart soared at his suggestion. He had to care for her a little to be so upset on her behalf. "I took care of it. Snoke never visits set while I'm there anymore; he's no threat to me."

"Are you sure?" Kylo probed, coming back to sit beside her on the bed.

"Yes." Rey smiled warmly. "Thank you."

"Let me know if he so much as looks at you the wrong way. I have so much dirt on him he'd wish he was dead if I talked." Kylo said seriously.

"You got it." Rey grinned, then frowned as she remembered Kylo's earlier statement. "So, this whole time we've been working together, you thought I hated you?" Rey questioned. "Is that why you've been so standoffish with me?"

"Yes." Kylo admitted easily.

"Well, I don't." Rey said ardently.

"I'm glad." Kylo said, giving her a genuine smile. "Thank you for clearing that up."

"What's next? Do you want to continue talking, or move onto…other things?" Rey bit her lip, trying not to sound too eager. She knew what she wanted to do with him, but it was best not to get her hopes up when they had only just cleared the air.

"Is there anything you wanted to ask me?" He replied.

"Maybe later." Rey wasn't up to a cross examination right now.

"Should be practice…kissing then?" Kylo put forward. "Nothing too heavy, just keep it light. You know?"

Rey watched as Kylo's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Was he nervous too? Deciding to take a chance for once in her life, Rey made the first move.

"Like this, Kylo?" Rey whispered, boldly leaning forward to brush her lips across his. They were warm and soft and felt so good against her own.

"Ben." He muttered in a strangled tone when she moved back.

"What?" Rey asked, dazed from the innocent kiss.

"My real name is Ben Solo. Kylo Ren is my stage name." He confessed.

"Ben." Rey tested the name on her tongue. "I like it. It suits you."

"Thanks." Ben replied huskily.

"Wait! Wait one damn minute!" Rey said as something struck her. "Ben Solo? As in Leia and Han Solo?!"

Ben grimaced, but nodded his head.

"Wow!" Rey said. "That must have been so difficult for you growing up, them being big time movie stars and all."

Ben met her eyes with surprise in his own. "Yes, it was. No one ever seems to get that. They're all too impressed that I have famous parents and think I'm ungrateful for hiding my real identity."

"That's crazy!" Rey said emphatically. "You obviously wanted to make your own way, on your own merits. I think that's admirable. It shows that your talent is really your own and—"

Ben leaned forward suddenly, taking her lips in a searing kiss, his hands slipping into her hair to support her neck as he plundered her mouth. Rey's eyes widened in shock, stunned by the force of his passion. It was the first time she had ever been kissed in such a way, and Rey found that she liked the smooth thrust of his tongue against hers, the sensation of his hands tangling in her hair.

But what did it all mean? Were they still practicing? Or was this something else? Determined to find out, Rey pulled back.

——————

Ben cursed as Rey's small hands pushed against his chest. Damn it! He hadn't been able to help himself, not with her being so sweet and understanding and lovely.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Ben tried to pull away, but Rey grasped his biceps with a surprisingly strong grip.

"Wait, I was just surprised." Rey blushed.

Ben stared at her, not sure how to respond. Did that mean she wanted him to kiss her? Ben held his breath, waiting to see what she would do.

"Was…was that a kiss between our characters, or between…us?" Rey asked shyly.

Ben felt like the world was tilting sideways, so he decided to go for broke. "It's whatever you want it to be."

Rey regarded him curiously for a few moments, clearly processing the situation. Was she hesitating because of their professional relationship? He wanted to tell her that he would respect her in the morning either way, but the words were stuck in his throat. He didn't want to risk scaring her away by bringing up work, not when he finally had her where he wanted her.

But scant minutes later, as her slim fingers rose to the belt of her terrycloth robe, Ben realized he needn't have worried. Rey wanted to be here too. He could see it in the heated way she stared into his eyes, in the tremble of her hands, in the flush on her cheeks.

Keeping eye contact with him, she slowly untied the loose knot, shrugging out of the concealing garment to bare her trim figure to his hungry gaze. Biting her lip, she learned forward and placed her dainty hands on the tie of his own robe, her eyes asking a silent question.

Coming up on his knees, Ben allowed her to untie the belt and push the robe off his shoulders. Rey sucked in a breath, staring intently at his muscular chest, and Ben felt his whole body clench at the very flattering look on her face.

Rey slowly reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Don't stop." She whispered, hazel eyes melting into chocolate brown.

As if in a trance, Ben cupped her flushed cheeks, lifting her mouth to his. Their third kiss was sweet at first, a tentative exploration. But lust quickly took over as their tongues danced together in an arousing tango. Ben could tell she was new to this type of kissing, but what Rey lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

They sunk onto the bed together, Rey holding him tightly as he brought their bodies into blatant contact. She felt amazing in his arms, soft and sleek, her slender curves fitting to his hard body perfectly. The swell of her breasts strained against his toned chest, making him imagine what it would feel like to touch them with his large hands, with his mouth. He whispered his desire between kisses, and she squirmed under him in response.

"Touch me! Please!" She panted urgently, pushing up to give him space.

Ben caressed her back, locating the catch of her bra and unsnapping it after a few failed attempts.

"Sorry." He muttered, wishing he was more practiced, but she only kissed him harder.

"I love knowing that you can't unsnap a girl's bra on que." Rey confessed.

"This isn't my first time, but I haven't been with many women." Ben reassured her.

His breath caught in his throat as she lowered her arms and allowed him to pull off the flimsy scrap of fabric. Her breasts were small but firm, tipped with dusty pink nipples that hardened into tight pebbles under his fervent gaze. After months of thinking his attraction was one-sided, it amazed him that she wanted him so much, but the evidence before him was undisputable.

"I know they're not very large, but—"

Ben's head shot up and he looked at her incredulously. "Your breasts are perfect. You're perfect."

Rey flushed with pleasure at his words. "Would you…put your mouth on them then? I've never…but I want you to."

"Never?" Ben stilled. "Rey, are you a virgin?" He asked carefully.

Rey hide her face behind her hands, suddenly shy.

"Rey?"

Her answer was muffled, so he gently peeled her hands away, capturing her palms in his and holding them above her head.

"What was that?"

She settled back against the striped coverlet, tentatively raising her eyes to his. "Yes, I'm a virgin."

Ben shuddered at the revelation. He would be her first lover, maybe even her last, if things went his way.

"Are you sure you want this? Want me? You might regret—" Ben tried to give her an out.

But Rey shushed him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Kiss me. Love me. Please."

Bending back to her mouth on a groan, Ben gave up trying to be chivalrous. Placing a powerful thigh between hers, he released her hands and slid them under her buttocks, pulling her forward roughly. She let out a squeak of surprise as he moved the lower half of her body up and down, up and down, dragging her cleft against his hard frame.

"What—oh!" Rey gasped, struggling to get closer as the position applied pressure to her core.

"That's it, baby, find the rhythm you need." He said encouragingly, showing her how to move her hips.

Dipping his head, Ben took her right breast into his mouth, rolling her nipple between his teeth gently. Rey gripped the back of his head, urging him to fed on her. He gave each plump mound equal attention, loving the sexy noises she was making as he drove her crazy.

"Ben?" Rey whimpered uncertainly. "Something's happening to me!"

Her hips were pumping quickly now, her panties soaked through against his thigh. Ben could tell she was close, the friction of cloth on flesh compounded by the feeling of his hot mouth on her sensitive tips. Ben sucked harder, switching back and forth between her breasts like a man possessed until she was writhing uncontrollably.

"Let go." Ben breathed. "I've got you."

Pulling back to watch her cry out a final time, Ben knew he had never seen anything so beautiful as Rey Niima coming apart in his arms.

——————

Rey lay on top of Ben's huge body, feeling weightless, her head pillowed on his comfortable chest. "That was amazing." She purred once she could speak again.

Ben kissed her forehead, lazily stroking her spine. "I've thought about getting you naked since the first time I saw you at open casting."

"I've wanted you since Rose took me to see you on Broadway for my 17th birthday two years ago." Rey admitted softly.

Ben reared back at her pronouncement, putting a little space between them. "Wait, you're only 19?!" He spluttered incredulously.

"I'll be 20 next month." Rey replied uncertainly.

"Oh my God, you're a 19-year-old virgin!" Ben groaned.

"What does it matter?!" Rey exclaimed.

"Rey, I'm 29!" Ben said as if that explained everything.

"So?"

"So, I'm ten years older than you!"

"So?"

"So, you're 19!"

"Almost 20."

"Rey! We can't—" Kylo started.

"We already are!" Rey pushed him down as he tried to get up, straddling his hips.

"Rey, you're so young and I—"

Rey leaned down, pressing her lips against his, slipping her tongue inside his mouth to play with his. "I want you." She murmured seductively, her wet core rubbing against his rigid erection through the thin layer of his black silk boxers.

"Fuck me." Ben muttered.

"That's what I'm trying to do." Rey said with a sly smile.

Ben's chest rumbled under her, but still he seemed uncertain.

"I don't care about your age, or mine." Rey ran her hands over his chest to his washboard stomach. "Just you."

His dark eyes burning with feeling, Ben's hands ran up the back of her thighs to cup her bottom, grinding her against him.

"So—ah—does that mean—oh god!" Rey inhaled sharply as her cliterous made contact with the hard ridge of his penis. "Does that mean you'll make love to me?"

"Oh, what the hell!" Ben said heatedly, rolling her onto her back. "I want you, you want me, the rest doesn't matter!"

Rey shivered in anticipation as he slid off the bed and slowly peeled his underwear down his hips. She gasped as his erection sprung free, curving upward toward his taut stomach in an impressive arch. Rey bit her lip, wondering how something so large was going to fit inside her untried body.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow." Ben soothed her as he caught her expression, climbing back onto the bed.

Rey waited with bated breath as he rose over her, looping his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them gently down her trembling legs.

Ben growled at the sight of her nudity, parting her thighs to reveal the jewel hidden behind her springy curls. She should feel exposed, being spread out like this, but the lustful look on Ben's face dissolved the notion at once. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and there was nothing to feel insecure about.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." Ben ground out, leaning down to kiss the inside of her thigh.

"Ben!" Rey gulped as his lips traveled toward her heat. "You don't have to—"

"Shh." He whispered gently. "You'll enjoy it, trust me."

——————

Rey whimpered as Ben made love to her tender flesh, his tongue curling around her clit as he pumped two thick fingers in and out of her tight sheath.

"God, Ben!" Rey cried, moving her hips in time with the motion of his hand.

"Not quite." Ben laughed. "But I'm glad you approve."

Twisting her hands in his tousled raven locks, Rey urged his head back to her wet center. She could sense his amusement at her impatience, but Rey was too far gone to care. Ben shifted his position, zeroing in on a spot that had her back arching in seconds.

"Yes! There!" Rey wailed, clutching his hair. "Ben! I'm—ahhhh!"

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as Ben curled his fingers inside her body, his mouth sucking powerfully on her aroused button. Rey heard a piercing scream as the pleasure went on and on, only vaguely recognizing the voice as her own. Not satisfied, Ben didn't stop touching and licking her until every ounce of climax had been wrung from her virginal body and she lay spent on the cool comforter, gasping for air.

"I love the way you scream my name." Ben said gruffly, crawling between her splayed legs in the aftermath.

Rey touched his face as he came into view, weak from the pleasure he had just given her. "Thank you." She said softly.

Dark eyes burning with lust-and something else?—Ben turned his cheek to press a tender kiss to her palm. "You're welcome."

Boneless, Rey allowed him to rearrange her body, pushing her thighs apart to make room for his possession. Their bodies lined up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces fitting together, and Rey sighed as his weight settled on her.

"I hope you're ready, baby, because I can't wait anymore." Ben palmed his erection in one hand and opened her soaked slit with the other.

"You can come inside me." Rey said shakily. "I'm on the pill."

"Jesus, Rey." Ben groaned, leaning his forehead against hers as he fought for control.

Rey caught his lips in an arousing exploration of teeth and tongue, moaning into his mouth as Ben lost his grip and began pushing into her tight opening. Rey tried to relax as he carefully penetrated her, her short nails biting into Ben's back as she stretched around him.

"Are you okay?" He panted, sweating from the effort of holding back.

"You're so big, Ben!" Rey's inner muscles fluttered as he slid in another inch.

"Relax, baby." Ben kissed her tenderly. "Yeah, that's it. You're so wet, you can take me."

Ben's hips shifted downward sharply as her slick sheath suddenly accommodated him, impaling her to the hilt. Rey's eyes watered at the feeling of emotional and physical completion that suddenly gripped her mind and body at his intrusion. She had heard horror stories from friends about their first times, but Ben had readied her body so well that she didn't feel any pain at all, just an extraordinary fullness.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" Ben attempted to pull back, misreading her glassy expression.

"No!" Rey's legs wrapped around his back, holding him inside her. "No. You're not hurting me, it's just…"

"Just?" Ben brushed her damp hair away from her face inquisitively.

"I've never felt like this before." She admitted quietly, lowering her eyes.

Ben tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Neither have I."

"Really?" Rey bit her lip.

"Really." Ben smoothed her abused bottom lip with his thumb. "You bite your lip when you're nervous, did you know that?" He teased.

Rey shook her head. "Care to kiss it better?" She asked coyly, wetting her lips in anticipation.

Ben let out a harsh breath, following the swipe of her pink tongue intently. "The things you do to me, woman." He said roughly as he bent to her tempting smile, slanting his mouth over hers passionately.

Rey moaned as he began moving his hips at the same time, measuring his movements against her response. He was the most thoughtful lover she could have asked for, heart swelling as she sensed his incredible restraint. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

"Harder!" Rey begged, throwing her hips back at him frantically.

Ben's dark eyes burned into hers as he picked up the pace, building her pleasure with each powerful thrust. Rey's back arched as he slid impossibly deep, plunging in and out of her deliciously. Encouraged by her inhibited reaction, Ben buried his head between her breasts again, taking each nipple into his mouth in turns, sucking and biting at her until she cried out in supplication.

"Please!" Rey whined. "Ben!"

Ben lifted her bottom off the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders to plunge into her at a new angle. Rey shrieked as he pounded away inside her, the head of his long penis brushing the entrance of her cervix.

"Come!" Ben demanded, bringing his thumb to her secret place, briskly rubbing her clit in time with his driving hips.

One, two, three thrusts more and Rey had no choice but to obey him. "Ben!" She screamed in completion, bathing him in her fluids.

——————

Ben lowered her legs as she laid dazed and panting, caging her between his hungry body and the mattress as he drove for his own release. Her grasping cunt was still quivering, sucking the life out of him, and he growled as he tried to get close enough.

Gripping her ass tightly, Ben branded her with his cock, screwing her until his eyes crossed and he couldn't hold back any longer. Howling as the dam finally broke, he gave her everything he had, filling her up to the brim.

Collapsing on top of her, Ben lost consciousness for a space of minutes, trying to catch his breath after experiencing the greatest pleasure he had ever known.

"Ben?" Rey whispered in his ear. "Are you okay?"

Ben tightened his hold on her, crushing her against him. "I love you." He blurted out.

Rey gasped under him, bringing his eyes up to meet hers.

"You don't have to say anything back, I just thought you should know." Ben said seriously. "This is more than just sex for me, and I—" But he didn't get a chance to finish as Rey pulled him into a scorching kiss.

Ben groaned as he felt himself harden inside her. How could he respond so quickly given the earth-shattering orgasm he had just experienced? But their attraction defined logic, and Ben went under once again, Rey with him every step of the way.

——————

Ben slowly cracked his eyes open, holding up a hand against the glare of the midday sun as his fuzzy mind tried to work out why his blackout curtains were wide open.

The slender body next to him shifted, drawing his attention and bringing back the previous night's events. Ben gazed down at Rey, bemused to see her clutching at him like her favorite teddy bear, the small smile on her lips warming his heart. Her eyelids were still closed, but he could tell she was waking up. Ben tucked her hair behind her small ear, placing a chaste kiss on cheek.

Although she hadn't said those three little words back to him yet, Ben knew she had feelings for him; her body had shouted it to the stars and beyond last night while they made love.

"Rey?" He called softly.

"Mmm hmm?" She mumbled, curling into his side with a contented sigh.

"It's morning, sweetheart. We have to go to set soon."

"Don't wanna." Rey pouted as she slid a leg over his waist possessively.

Ben shuddered as her molten core came into contact with his hip, but he kept himself in check. She had to be sore after last night, and he didn't want to hurt her.

"We're going to be late if we don't get up." He warned her.

"I don't care." Rey grumbled, keeping her eyes closed as she lifted her face to his. "Kiss me."

Ben chuckled, but complied, kissing her so thoroughly that she had no choice but to sit up, straining against him excitedly.

"There you go." Ben said smugly, throwing an arm around her to keep her upright.

"That wasn't fair." She glowered at him.

"All's fair in love and war." Ben quoted the famous saying. "Now let's shower and hit the road or Hux is going to blow a gasket."

Rey held out her arms to him. "Carry me. I don't think I can stand yet."

Ben laughed as he scooped her up into his arms, lifting them both off the rumpled mattress with ease. "Your wish is my command, sweetheart."

——————

"I'll do anything you ask." He begged her, lifting her small hand to his lips.

"Love me." She responded with feeling, tracing his brow with trembling fingers. "Love me as deeply as I love you."

He gathered her slight form in his burly arms, swallowing her gasp of excitement. They kissed leisurely for long moments, passion growing between them until—

"And cut!" Hux exclaimed, striding onto set once again. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my actors?"

"Excuse me?" Ben said, dragging himself away from Rey with difficulty.

They were filming the titular love scene again today and, knowing each other intimately this time around, the new couple had slipped into character with ease.

"How did you two manage to improve so drastically in one night?" The director probed.

"Practice." Rey and Ben said together, sharing a secret smile.

Hux raised an eyebrow at them. "Is that so? Well, keep it up. This is good stuff!"

Rey sighed in relief as he walked back to his chair in good cheer, calling for the scene to be reset.

Rose jumped in to pat Rey's nose with a little powder, while Ben's assistant tended to him. "You guys are doing great today."

"Thanks, Rose." Rey said. "And, uh, thanks for helping us out last night."

"No problem." Rose giggled.

"What?" Rey raised an eyebrow.

"Let's just say Finn and I saw a little more than we bargained for when we drove by Kylo's after work last night to make sure you were okay." Rose said pointedly.

Rey groaned, covering her face with her hands.

Ben turned his attention away from Kaydel at the sound, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, but you should really draw your curtains next—oof!" Finn's laughter was cut short as Rose stood and elbowed him in the stomach.

"What are you even doing here?" Rose demanded, dragging him away.

Ben and Rey watched bemusedly as Finn allowed the tiny woman to cart him off set.

"You okay?" Ben asked her when they were alone.

"Yeah, I don't mind them knowing about us." She smiled at him.

Ben's tense shoulders relaxed, and he smiled back. "Me either."

"For a second there, I was a little worried we wouldn't be able to fake the love scene again." She admitted. "But then I remembered…"

"We're not faking." Ben finished, grinning like a sap.

"No, we're not faking." Rey seconded seriously, staring into his eyes lovingly.

Ben beamed back at her, understanding her meaning.

Rey and Ben resumed their previous positions, knowing that whatever came next, whether this production was a smash hit or not, they would do it together.

"And action!"

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Epilogue: Two Years Later

——————

Rey gripped Ben's hand as the presenters read the nominees for Best Actress. Ben had already received the award for Best Actor, so she felt an immense pressure to do the same.

"You've got this." Ben assured her quietly.

Rey turned her scared eyes to his. "What if I don't, Ben? Our film—"

"And the winner is…"

"Oh my god!" Rey whispered in agony.

"Rey Niima!" The presenters read enthusiastically.

Ben pulled her up gently when she didn't react, frozen in shock by the announcement. "Rey, you have to go up there and accept your award." He kissed her lightly. "Rey?"

His comforting touch brought her back to reality. "Right! Okay! I can do this." Rey said firmly, taking a quick breath.

Releasing her hold on her boyfriend of two years, Rey strode toward to the podium with a confidence she was far from feeling. Accepting the award from her colleges, Rey stepped up to the microphone.

"Thank you for honoring my performance with this award. I would like to thank our director, Armitage Hux, for all his hard work and dedication, and every member of the crew who supported me on a daily basis." Rey turned to speak directly to Ben. "And lastly, to my co-star and the love of my life, Ben Solo, I know that I wouldn't be here without you. Your amazing talent and commitment inspires me every day. You make me a better actor and human being. I love you, Ben."

Locking eyes with the woman he loved, Ben left his seat and joined her on stage.

"At the risk of stepping on my girlfriend's moment, there's something I've been wanting to do for a while now." Ben grinned at the crowd. "The first time I met Rey, I knew that I wanted to be with her forever. She's brought me out of my shell and reconnected me with my family, making my life better in a hundred different ways."

Whispers broke out among the audience, and everyone seemed to lean forward in their seats.

"With all that being said, there's only one thing left to do."

"Ben?" She whispered. "What are you—oh!"

Taking the award out of her hand and placing it on the podium, Ben laced their fingers together before slowly dropping to one knee. "Rey, will you marry me?"

The room broke out in wild cheers as Rey stared down into Ben's heartfelt expression, tears filling her eyes.

"Rey?" Ben asked when she didn't respond, more vulnerable than she had ever seen him.

"Yes." She whispered only for him, pulling him up into her arms. "A thousand times yes!"

Ben tasted her salty tears as their mouths met, wrapping her up against him, heedless of the officials trying to get them off stage for the next award, of his mother and father joining them at the podium, of the hundreds of people offering well wishes in the crowd. Nothing mattered but the two of them coming together in this one perfect moment.

It was an awards show that would go down in history, kicking off a legacy that would extend for generations to come. Beyond being successful, Oscar-winning actors in their day, what the world would always remember Ben and Rey Solo for was being famous in love.

-FIN-

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A/N: I'm calling him "Big Ben" from now on, and you can't stop me! I may have laughed for an unreasonably long time at my own joke when I first wrote that line lol Now go read my multi-chapter fic Finding You and my Reylo Drabbles too! Much love!

#reylo #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #reylo fanfic #finn #rose tico #armitage hux #my fanfiction #sushigirlali #famous in love

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zoocross0vers · 7 years ago

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Raspberries Challenge Entry #1: Zootopia x Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Author’s Note: Apologies, I meant to update this yesterday but I really couldn’t find the time, so here it is! I also posted this on FanFiction, so if you prefer to check it out there you can find it there too. Note: Though I normally write in present tense, I went with past tense here. Just hope it reads good, it’s been a while since I’ve written in that style, lol! Hope you enjoy this and I’ll see you all next week for a Pinocchio crossover! xD

Judith Hopps and the Seven Dwarfs

Once upon a time, there lived a lovely little bunny princess named Judith Hopps. Her vain and wicked stepmother, Queen Bellwether, feared that one day Judith’s beauty would surpass her own. So she dressed the little bunny princess in rags and forced her to work as a scullery maid.

Each day, the vain Queen consulted her magic mirror. “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

…….and as long as the mirror answered, “You are the fairest one of all.” Judith was safe from the sheep queen’s cruel jealousy.

...That is of course…

Until the magic mirror spoke otherwise, claiming Judith Hopps, the fairest one of all. A fact, which left the wicked sheep's blood boiling.

Princess Judith washed the bottom steps of the castle’s stairway, clad in a torn and patched up, dirty cream and brown colored dress, and a pale blue bow atop her head. Her attire, a complete contradiction to her actual royal status as the daughter of the true late rulers of the Hopps Kingdom, King Stuart and Queen Bonnie.

After giving the steps a good scrubbing, Judith sighed, brushing an arm across her brow. Clearly tired after a long day’s work. Alas however, the day’s work was not yet over.

Judith rose to her feet, bucket in paw to fetch more water from the nearby well to continue on with her duties.

She set the empty bucket down to pull up a fresh bucket of water from the well. Placing the full bucket beside her on the well’s edge, Judith gazed down below at the water in the well, viewing her reflection in the ripples of the water and taking in her dirty clothes and dirt covered cheeks.

Judith sighed once more, pulling out a locket hidden in her blouse. Within the locket was a small portrait of her dear deceased parents. “I suppose this isn’t how you pictured life to turn out for me after your marriage to Queen Bellwether, is it father?” Judith shifted her gaze back down to her reflection, then back at the locket. “It’s okay, I don’t blame you. You couldn’t have known how cruel she would be after your death,” she smiled gently at the locket, an understanding look in her eyes.

“Well, while I have you guys here…” Judith shifted her eyes right to left, making sure a certain sheep wasn’t watching. “Want to know a secret?” she whispered to the rabbits in the portrait, as if expecting them to answer as they once used to whenever she would regale them with her secrets. “Promise not to tell?” she giggled with a bashful smile.

Her cheeks blushed red as her innocent heart suddenly felt warm and full of love. “I had a dream last night, where a wonderful prince came to me and took me from this terrible place. I couldn’t see his face, but he had the most gentle voice and…” she puffed her chest to release an ecstasy ridden sigh, “he made feel worthwhile again. He made me feel...loved again.”

Judith gazed back at the locket -- no reaction from her parents, of course -- but she could swear she almost heard her mother remind her of something they used to do together from when Judith was a child. “What was that, Mother? You want me to sing our old song and wish it upon the well?” Judith giggled, “I haven’t done that since I was a kit.” She stared at her mother’s warm gaze in the locket, returning back a tender gaze of her own, “Very well then. If you insist.”

Judith looked back down the well, as her and her mother’s song began to swell in her heart:

We are standing by a wishing well

Make a wish into the well,

That's all you have to do,

And if you hear it echoing,

Your wish will soon come true,

Judith set her paws on the well’s edge to sing directly into it. Hoping, to hear her wish resonate back to her from the well’s echo.

I'm wishing,

I'm wishing ……...it echoed back.

For the one I love,

To find me

Today,

Today

I'm hoping,

I'm hoping

And I’m dreaming of,

The nice things,

The nice things

He’ll say,

He’ll say

As if magically summoned by her voice, a young fox prince by the name of Nicholas Wilde, suddenly made his way by the castle’s walls. Though he just happened to be passing by, he stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing the love stricken bunny’s soothing voice resonate past the walls. His ears stood erect, completely and utterly mesmerized by the sweet, angelic voice beyond the wall. “What’s that? It’s coming from over there.” He curiously made his way toward the source of the singing, climbing over one of the castle’s shorter walls.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Upon climbing the wall, Prince Nicholas sat stunned, his jaw dropping once laying eyes on the source of the voice. Before him, singing by a wishing well was a gorgeous young rabbit. Her fur gray and her eyes bright and beautiful as an amethyst gemstone. Nicholas’ low hanging jaw immediately rose back up into a more than pleased smile at the sublime sight before him.

He climbed down the rest of the way, desiring nothing more but to introduce himself to the lovely rabbit. Judith meanwhile, continued on with her song. Her eyes closed, lost in song, and completely unaware of the young suitor making his way toward her.

I'm wishing,

I'm wishing

For the one I love,

To find me,

�� To find me

Today…

Prince Nicholas suddenly popped up beside her by the well, echoing back her last word:

Todaaaaaaay!

“Waaahh!!!” Judith screamed in shock, shooting her eyes open and whacking the bucket beside her with enough force to send it flying right SMACK at Prince Nicholas’ face!

“Aaghn!” Nicholas could swear his head was spinning over his shoulders as a goofy, clearly dazed look on his face overtook him. He lifted his finger to address an answer at all four of the bunnies he was currently seeing, “I found you--egh” The fox prince fell back down into the well. A big splash rising up after him.

“Aah! Oh no!” Judith gasped with her paws at her mouth. She quickly lowered the bucket down the well to lift the fox back up from it.

She groaned and clenched her teeth as she began to slowly pull up the now heavy bucket that was carrying the fox.

Upon lifting him up, Judith tied the rope to ensure he would not fall back in. She was glad to see he was unhurt, but he was soaked to the bone! Feeling completely and utterly embarrassed by her action, Judith frantically apologized to him, “Are you alright? I'm sorry! You surprised me and...I didn’t mean to knock you down the well!”

Despite his soaked state, the fox prince couldn’t help but smile, bearing her no Ill will, “Well, I guess that's one way a guy can fall for you,” he chuckled with a flirty smile.

Judith suddenly felt all the blood rush to her cheeks and ears, causing her to blush hard at his flattering words. Could it be her wish had indeed come true? Could it be that this fox was the valiant prince from her dream? The one who vowed his love to her and took her away from this horrible nightmare? If so...Oh...Judith groaned internally, feeling just so guilty and embarrassed that she’d made such a horrible first impression on the male that could have been the love of her life, “I’m so sorry! Please excuse me!” she choked and ran off on the verge of tears.

“W-Wait!” he called out after her, struggling to free his rear and tail from the bucket. “Come on, budge!” he pulled upward and popped right out of the bucket. All the while being cautious of not falling back into the well.

Judith meanwhile dashed toward her bedchamber, still feeling ashamed of herself.

“Wait Carrots! I-I mean Miss! Please Miss! I’m not angry or upset with you!” he raced after her desperately once freeing himself from the well.

Judith however didn’t care. She could hear his words, but she still felt far too embarrassed to stop.

“Miss please!” Nicholas watched as she ran into a nearby room with an open balcony.

In his desperation, he suddenly remembered that she had garnered his attention through her singing. His sharp mind acting quickly, he figured perhaps he could do the same. He cleared his throat and removed his hat like a true gentlemammal and began to sing what he felt in his heart for her:

Now that I’ve found you,

Hear what I have to saaay,

Judith suddenly felt her heart stop upon hearing the fox’s gentle voice call to her in song. Curious, she peeked out her balcony, still concealing herself behind the curtain. But rather than display the same look of mortification she previously had, she now bore a smile as the fox continued to serenade her from below her balcony.

One song,

I have but one song,

One song,

Only for you,

Judith saw how Nicholas twisted his cap to remove all the excess water from it. Nicholas’ eyes widened a bit in surprise at just how much water his cap had soaked in. Regardless of it all, he just shrugged, humored by it and winked at her to let her know everything was all right. Judith giggled, feeling her heart flutter at the handsome fox and his charming demeanor. Hiding back behind the curtain, she wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. Hardly being able to contain the feeling of love the fox was filling her with. She felt nothing could ruin this moment, until she looked back down to the skirt of her dress. She felt self conscious. How could he possibly find her beautiful dressed in such ugly and tattered clothes?

To Nicholas however, none of that mattered. He didn’t know why, but somehow he could feel there was more to this bunny than just her looks. He could see it in her eyes the moment he managed to stare directly into them -- that is before she accidentally knocked him down into the well -- but still!

Judith too, now looking at him well could tell that there was more to him too. He was after all trying to sweep her off her feet despite having seen her in her raggedy clothes. Fluffing up the fur of her cheeks and combing down the fur of her ears, Judith walked back out to stand at the balcony to be in Nicholas’ view.

One heart,

Tenderly beating

Ever entreating,

Constant and true,

Seeing her perched out at her balcony at last, Nicholas could feel his heart and courage swell. Her love entranced smile, giving him the courage to take a step closer up the steps leading up to her balcony.

One love,

That has possessed me,

One love,

Queen Bellwether meanwhile stood to observe the two from her window. Her heart filled with jealousy at the sight of the fox prince serenading the fairer bunny princess -- pouring his heart out to her. The sheep trembled with fury, feeling her heart fill with envy and hatred over the romantic scene, “Ugh!” she shut the curtains of her chamber window, refusing to view the scene any further.

Thrilling me through,

One song,

My heart keeps singing,

Of one love,

As he continued to serenade her, Judith took a flower hanging from a tree branch by her balcony and placed a tender kiss on it. She softly threw it down to Nicholas below her balcony.

Only for you

The flower weightlessly managed to glide its way down to Prince Nicholas’ paw, landing flat on the pad of his palm. Keeping his warm emerald gaze upon Judith, he returned the kiss on the flower, his lips soft and tender as if it had been the rabbit’s own lips he had placed a kiss upon.

He sighed happily, pressing the flower against his heart. All the while his beloved smiled lovingly back at him. Her heart so full of love and joy. Judith slowly closed the curtains of her balcony, not wanting to remove her gaze from the fox and hoping to meet with him again in the future.

#zootopia #wildehopps #snow white and the seven dwarfs #crossover #raspberries challenge #disney

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zentheknightingale · 8 years ago

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5′6″ is normal height?? Geezus, you sure know how to make me feel like a dwarf X3 -Ad Bloo

RFA+SAERAN REACTING TO A short!MC WHO LOVES HEELS

Yoosung

He noticed that you were almost the same size as him

Not that he was disappointed, but he always hoped that his girlfriend would be a tiny bit shorter than him.

Your first date had consisted of walking around a park; it had to be cut a bit short because you were wearing those killer heels.

You insisted that since you wear heels all the time, they don't hurt.

But he was determined to get you some rest, since he does care for you a lot and would blame himself if you were inconvenienced in any way.

After many dates, he complimented your seemingly extensive collection of heels.

One day, you had surprised him at his house when he was cramming for an exam.

He saw you milling around the kitchen and hugged you from behind to thank you for your efforts.

It took him a minute to realize he was resting his head on yours.

He pointed this out, "Have you always been this height?"

Without turning, you answer "Yeah, why?"

Had he been imagining things? "I could've sworn you were taller though" he mumbled.

You had to laugh at him at that. "It’s because I'm always wearing heels on our dates. "

Lightbulb moment.

Excited, Yoosung hugged you tighter. "Does that mean you've always been shorter than me?"

"Wow, way to rub in my height problems."

You both laugh.

Zen

You had moved in with him soon after the RFA party.

And with you came dozens of pairs of heels, all packed in two boxes.

Zen was actually worried about where to place all of them.

After dates, he would offer to massage your feet often. To which you happily agreed to.

You were a decent height when you wore your heels; without them you felt like a dwarf around him. Zen couldn't care less though.

Once he had asked if you wore heels because he was too tall or something.

One withering look from you silenced him.

"I wear heels because I WANT to."

Once you decided to surprise him at his rehearsal.

You had worm a miniskirt and a cute top to match your heels.

When he first saw, his mouth ran dry and he almost forgot his lines.

"Your legs look like they can go on for miles!" He had said when you pair them with a miniskirt once.

You twirled around and winked "Is that a bad thing?"

The look that grew on his face made you laugh.

"Oh my god Zen control the beast." You teased further. “Look at where we are…”

You know where this is going girl, don't do it.

Jaehee

When you first came to the party hall, her breath was stolen by just how fabulous you looked.

The black dress with those mile high stilettos gave you so much CLASS, it was so hard to believe such an elegant person was the one who was cheering for her throughout those tiresome days.

Honestly, she was suddenly afraid of the proposition she had prepared in her mind.

"Would such a person even want to work at a place like a coffee shop?"

But one conversation was enough for her to realize that yes, you were the same friendly and supportive person you had been in the chat rooms.

Around the coffee shop, you INSISTED to serve the customers in your heels.

She wouldn't allow it at first, since it was just inviting extra trouble.

When you wore your heels with the uniform, she changed her mind

But during shifts, she kept watch over you in case you tripped or something. But you handled it like a boss.

She still kept an eye on you though; the customers, both male and female, were looking a little TOO interested for their own good.

TBH you noticed too, but it was so much fun to see a jealous Jaehee at work.

Jumin

When you moved in, he got an entire shoe closet built for you, along with a bunch of new pairs.

There was once this high class party where he took you as his date for the night.

And you wore your favorite royal purple pencil heels to go with the dress Jumin got you.

It turns out the party lasted longer than either of you would have liked.

Jumin was actually worried how you were holding up, but you just smiled through everything.

When he noticed you shifting your weight from one leg to another from time to time, he knew it was time to get you out of there.

You were very confused when Jumin suddenly declared that you two were returning from the night.

When you sat in the car, you couldn't stop your relieved sigh as your poor feet finally got some rest.

Jumin was looking at you very pointedly.

"Lift your feet." "W-What??"

He brought your feet up and unhooked your heels. The edges of your feet were an angry red and you were very surprised at the blister.

"It's been years since I got a blister." You mumble in awe.

Jumin then proceeded to press and rub your feet, carefully avoiding the blister.

Your heart was pounding at the sight in front of you.

Jumin Han, Director and Heir of C&R industries, was massaging your feet on the way back home.

It was so relaxing that you couldn't tell him to stop.

When you finally reached, you thanked him and reached out for your heels.

Only for you to gasp in surprise when he kissed your ankles.

"Don't think you're getting off the car by yourself, young lady." He smirked.

707/Luciel

OMG YOUR HEELS ARE FABULOUS!!!

He will 100% borrow your heels to match any female disguise for whenever he needs to go undercover...

Or whenever he feels like it lol

It was actually getting annoying that pairs seemed to go missing from time to time.

Eventually you just decided to co-own the collection; now anyone can wear any pair.

Girl, when you first saw HIS collection....

"Why do you steal mine when you have so many of your own?!"

He puts on his best pouty face "cause I'm bored of them"

Sometimes you both wear heels on your dates, even when 707 is in regular clothes.

Poor Saeran is embarrassed to be seen out with you guys.

If your feet are ever sore, he WILL carry you piggyback style.

You can't stop him from yelling out "707's TAXI SERVICES" as he zooms to wherever he's parked his car.

Once he offered to massage them, but that turned into a disaster when he would tickle you instead.

“The taxi service has expanded into a spa as well” he had cheekily said.

You legit kicked the entire bucket of warm lemon water all over him.

Never again.

Unknown/Saeran

How do you...walk in them all the time??

When he had first seen you, literally the only things that caught his attention was the sheer enormity of your heels.

And when you danced in them and sometimes even broke out into a light jog sometimes...

He had some serious respect for you.

Almost always worries that one day you are going to misstep so bad that your ankle would get badly twisted.

Whenever there was any outing planned, he always made sure to specify when you could or couldn’t wear heels.

obviously you went against him multiple times.

He always had warm wet towels ready for you whenever you came back from your outings.

Once, Saeyoung was bothering him so much he literally grabbed the pointiest thing in the room... and it happened to be your blue stilettos.

Saeyoung literally backed away with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

Look like he has found his new weapon

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murfeelee · 7 years ago

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Give Me a Fandom and I’ll Tell You....

Saw a bunch of these on my dash, and decided to do a bunch in turn!

SPARTACUS

Favorite Male Character: Nasir (my smol little cinnamon roll~! :3), and Agron (my sexy beast from the East of the Rhine <3)

Favorite Female Character: Lucretia (Lucy Lawless was the reason I started watching the show in the first place; Xena’s my bish). I liked Mira, too.

Least Favorite Character: Illythia, that nasty skank

Favorite Ship: NAGRON, DUH!!!! <3

Favorite Friendship: The entire quartet: Spartacus, Crixus, Agron, Gannicus

Favorite Quote: This is too hard, there were so many good 1-liners from almost all the characters. I’ll go with, “My place is beside you“ -- effing weak rn, Nasir, same! <3

Worst Character Death (if any): The finale effed me up; everyone died (except Nagron! ^0^). You know it’s coming, cuz duh, they lost the war and the crucifixions along the Appian Way is a real thing that happened in actual history, but man, that was grim. U_U

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: Other than Nagron surviving the war like the boss BAMF gay battle husbands they are? IDK, maybe Glaber and Illythia getting their comeuppance in S02.

Saddest Moment: Agron crying over Spartacus. And Duro. And his own crucifixion. (Dan’s really good at heavy scenes.) And Naevia’s death (I was crushed, I really wanted her to make it.) And Nasir’s rare freak out moment when he flipped on Castus, that was painful.

Favorite Location: Lucius Caelus’ temple in S02. All those times Agron blasphemed against the gods, and it ended up being a temple that became the rebel base. :P And in S03 he kept doing it! XD

TEEN WOLF (I hate this show, it makes no sense)

Favorite Male Character: Stiles Stilinski (of course~!), and Peter Hale (YEAH, I said it, sue me!) Stiles and Peter are also my two favorite former villains, as the Nogitsune and the Alpha.

Favorite Female Character: Kira Yukimura (I miss her!) and Erica Reyes (I miss her, too!)

Least Favorite Character: Malia Tate (for so many reasons, let me count the ways....) Why does SHE get to stick around, yet actual good female characters/actresses keep leaving the show!? >_>

Favorite Ship: Sterek is Eternal, regardless of Jeff Davis pooping on everything with his crap writing and crap plots

Favorite Friendship: Stiles and Scott, Derek and Boyd

Favorite Quote: “I’m 1000 years old; YOU CAN’T KILL ME!!!!!“ (Dylan, you go boy~!)

Worst Character Death (if any): Boyd. That was effed up. I hate Jeff Davis. That was EFFED UP! Jeff Davis is NOT a gift!

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: Them announcing that 6B would be the last season. Stiles’ reunion with everyone after being Erased in 6A. And his real name finally being revealed by his dad! :D

Saddest Moment: Other than literally all the good cast members being killed off or put on a bus, leaving us with garbage? All the touching Stilinski Family Feels with Stiles and his dad. <3

Favorite Location: Derek’s loft

SHADOWHUNTERS

Favorite Male Character: Magnus Bane is my aesthetic!

Favorite Female Character: Izzy Lightwood

Least Favorite Character: Clary Fray. The actress is terrible, that fake ginger hair terrible, the incest is terrible... (but at least that was fixed, lol).

Favorite Ship: Malec is trying to make me die of feels, wtf

Favorite Friendship: Izzy and Simon (SizzyFTW! Endgame Sizzy!)

Favorite Quote: “We all have our THINGS“ -- Izzy, never was a truer word spoken on this show..... 8)

Worst Character Death (if any): People keep boo-hooing over Jace, but that doesn’t count; he was only dead for like 5 seconds. Imma go with Ragnor Fell. #GoneTooSoon!

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: Laaaaawd~~~! That wedding scene!? THAT WEDDING SCENE. LAWD! ^0^ And the song playing in the background was perfect; gave me shivers. The way Magnus just stomped in there like a boss!? That eye contact!? OMG

Saddest Moment: The whole Magnus-Valentine issue and that Agony Rune, Valentine’s massacre of the Downworlders at the Institute (that was effed up), everyone’s reaction over Jocelyn’s death (poor Alec!), Simon having to endure that awkward as hell kiss in the Seelie Realm.

Favorite Location: Magnus’ penthouse

GAME OF THRONES

Favorite Male Character: Tyrion Lannister since Day 1 (Peter Dinklage is 200% superb!)

Favorite Female Character: #TeamDanyFTW!

Least Favorite Character: Cersei Lannister, that psycho wench. I hope she’s pregnant with a dwarf. I kid you not, I hope her little incest baby ends up looking just like Tyrion, and she goes ballistic and tries to kill it, and Jaime gets to see just how EVIL this heifer is and come to his frikkin senses.

Favorite Ship: Dany & Drogo, of course. Arya & Jaqen H’gar, sue me. Arya & Gendry (yay, he’s back!) I need Arya to get some lovin’, seriously.

Favorite Friendship: Jon & Sam, Dany & Missandei, Tyrion & Bronn

Favorite Quote: Winter is Coming! All of Dany’s soundbites: Fire cannot kill a dragon, Fire and Blood, Drakarys, etc.

Worst Character Death (if any): HOLD THE DOOR. Nedd Stark. Kahl Drogo. Poor little Rickon didn’t deserve that. The Red Wedding. Plus, that awkward moment when you realize Bran is nuts.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: The Purple Wedding (Olenna you flawless HBIC!!! - Cersei’s face! XD *knee slapping goodness*). That Bolton twat getting eaten by his own dogs gave me life. Every time Dany says Drakarys is a BAMF moment. Every time Sam saves the day. The Arya vs Brienne fight was DOPE!

Saddest Moment: HOLD THE DOOR. Nedd Stark. Kahl Drogo. Poor little Rickon didn’t deserve that. The Red Wedding. Plus, that awkward moment when you realize Bran is nuts.

Favorite Location: All the exotic places in the East/Essos: Qarth, Mereen, Astapor, Pentos, etc. I like Dorne, too, but that’s in Westeros.

As usual, I tag all you lovelies out there!

#questionnaire #spartacus #teen wolf #shadowhunters #game of thrones #nonsims #non-sims

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polyscripts · 8 years ago

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You’d Won

Prompt; “I’ve been fighting in this revolution before it could even be called that!” --- so basically this is mostly just reader (you), and how you made your way through the ages as a bad ass ;)

Pairing(s); Washington's x reader , hamilsquad x reader (platonic) , Ben Tallmadge x reader (platonic)

Warning(s); canon era , mostly just historical moments, fluff, angst at the end

A/N; this is maaaad old lol, but I finished it up? MOSTLY JUST READER , posted it because its the 444444thththththt

okay so if you haven't seen Turn; Washington Spies , do it because that show is highkey the shiiiit

March 5th, 1770 - Boston Massacre

(This is NOT completely historically accurate)

“I’ll be fine Martha, I swear” you whined, but the said woman only held you closer from where she had you wrapped up in her arms. You sighed, finally melting into her motherly touch, absorbing as much warmth from her as you could.

“I know, I just wish you’d stay here with us” she pouted, pulling away to caress your cheeks. You sighed but gave her a soft smile that would sooth her nerves for the most part. “You know how I feel about you going out there” she scolded.

“I won’t be gone long, besides- you two are the closest i have to family anyways” she smiled happily at you before another voice spoke from the other side of the room.

“Do they know your coming? Will you write once your safely there?” your attention turned to George’s voice as he came up from where he stood silently in the doorway. You rolled your eyes, of corse he would be the next one to baby you. That’s all they ever did to you.

“Of corse, what do I look like?” you teased, but it didn't sooth his worried lines, as he came up to envelope you in his arms. You immediately returned his hug, capturing the feeling as much as you could before you forced yourself to pull away. Knowing if you’d stayed up in his arms any longer you’d end up postponing your trip later than expected.

“Stay aware” were his words of warning, hand resting on your shoulder as he stared down at you with loving eyes. The love a father had for his daughter.

“Of corse”

“To YNN!” once in Boston you had met with Sam and Ben before running to the pub to celebrate your arrival. 3 pints in and you were standing on tables, screaming of freedom.

“-And to the revolution!” that caused the tavern to erupt into even more screams, the sound floating through the nights air. The screaming also catching a few unwanted attention from officers patrolling the streets.

“Whats going on in here?” a voice boomed through the shouting, almost silencing the crowd. You turned from where Ben had you up in his arms, he was introducing you to Sam Adams who was also fighting for a revolution. You both got along well, speaking passionately about freedom and starting a group of soldiers to help jumpstart the revolution.

Your eyes snapped over to the man standing in the doorway, his red jacket and powdered wig making him stand out in the sea of dark colors. He was glaring at a younger girl who was innocently trying to pass beers around to the men. You watched as the officer reached for the girl, but you spoke up before he could lay his hands on her.

“Dont touch her ass hole” all eyes seemed to turn to you, wide and stunned that it was a woman instead of a man. The officer glared at you before a sly grin curled at his lips, his hands going to his hips.

“- and what’ll you do, whore” the name rolled off his tongue like venom, and it made your blood hot with anger. Your hands clenched into fist as you stomped up to him, the crowd parting like the sea to allow you access. The look in your eye was dangerous, and you swore you saw the grin falter for a second before returning challengingly.

“I’ll make sure your head is wrapped up in a pretty bow for the king” you snarled. Thats what seemed to cause the chaos, one second you were inside the tavern, the next you were being dragged out into the streets.

“Unhand her!” Sam shouted, reaching for a bottle and throwing it nowhere. The bottle shattered in the street, causing other officers to halt there patrol and rush over. The crowd from inside poured out into the street, the shouting growing louder as people began to peek out from within there homes.

“Silence!” the officer who still gripped your arm, shouted but their screams never did. You took his distracted state and elbowed him in his side, kicking his knee in before running away. You faintly heard him shout ‘fire’ before the first shot rang out.

It was like a cannon going off in your ear as you watched a boy, no older than 15, hit the ground in a puddle of his own blood. You were so close, you felt the warmth of his blood splatter against your face. After that there was nothing but screams and gun shots that filled the air. You felt someone grip your arm, spinning around just int time for something to hit you across the face.

“This’ll teach you to interfere with a mans business” You growled, rolling away before he could stab you with his bayonet. You kicked him between the legs, spitting the mouthful of blood in his direction. While doing this you missed the other red coat who was trying to sneak up on you.

“Miss! Watch out!” you felt a hand grip your arm in time to dodge the business end of a bayonet. You blinked away your daze to see who your savior was, your eyes locking with a pair of hazel ones.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting all across your blood stained face. The gunshots seemed to be over, nothing left but soft cries and frantic shouting for doctors.

You looked back at the man who was holding your arms in his grip, a lost puppy look on his face as he studied you. You opened your mouth in response, but crumpled seconds after, clutching to your side in pain. When you pulled your hand away, blood coated your finger tips. “Not now..” you groaned a bit in annoyance. You must’ve been to into the fight to feel yourself being shot.

“Y-Your bleeding! We gotta get you to a doctor!” the man panicked, already looking around as if one would appear right before your eyes. You rolled your eyes at his lack of cool, and leaned back against the brick wall for support. You hissed as you pushed against your wound to at least cease the bleeding.

“Who are you..” you asked suddenly, his head whipping back to face you, a shadow casting across his face. His eyes flashed in your mind, a soft hazel with a face full of freckles to top it off.

“I-I’m John Lauren’s, I was passing by when the gun shots started” he explained, running a hand through his mess of curls. You nodded silently, hissing when the bullet in your side began to burn.

“You need a doctor, theres a hospital-”

“Don’t, just take me to the house down the street from here” you hissed out, the pain only increasing the longer he stood there and worried. He hesitated, but one look from you had him moving you towards a house were two men stood already standing on the doorstep. One of them perked up at the sight of you hanging off Johns arm, and rushed to meet the two of you.

“What the fuck happened?!” Sam growled at John who was handing you over to Ben who scooped you up into his arms. Sam grabbed the boy by the collar, a menacing look in his eyes as John stuttered, you quickly intervened.

“He’s John, h-he saved me” you breathed, groaning as your blood grew thicker the more it left your body. Ben gave Sam a look as if to back down, and with a sigh he tossed John away. The boy stumbled back, a worried look still plastered across his face as Ben disappeared inside with you in his arms. Samuel blonde his view from inside, crossing his arms over his chest to seem bigger, while narrowing his eyes down at him.

“Thanks a lot kid, but she’ll be fine, you did a good thing. Now go home” with that he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

December 16, 1773 - Boston Tea Party

“I say we go tonight, their’ll be less officers on patrol with the new shipment coming in from the east” Ben nodded in agreement while looking back at Sam who gave you a proud grin. He slapped you on the back as you blushed but smiled back just as bright.

“Right on YNN, you heard her lads, we move tonight”

The air was freezing, the water just barely well enough to sail across as you and the others boarded a small boat less to be seen. You opted out of dressing in Indians wear, choosing your revolutionary garments instead.

“Stay low, you never know who could be watching” you hissed quietly, the men nodded and kept there heads bowed and ears open for any movement. Sam and Ben rowing across as you looked around. Your eyes caught sight of a man in the far back, he much much larger than all the others, and you stifled a giggled as he attempted to make himself smaller.

“It’s okay, you’ll be our strongest man up there” You could tell he was startled from how he jumped, nearly rocking the boat to the side. He stuttered out useless words as you simply took a seat beside him.

He surly was bulky, with a strong frame, and dark skin that resembled rich soil. His deep brown eyes bored into your soul, but he looked down before you could look any longer. He was tense at the sudden attention you were giving him, going silent when you didn't question him on the color of his skin.

“I’m YN, but you can call me YNN, whats yours?” you asked as softly as you could. The others were murmuring softly amongst themselves, but he just fiddled with his fingers. You laid a hand over his, yours dwarfed in comparison to his. “..your allowed a voice when your around me” you reassured.

He looked at you hopefully, a small barrel noticeable smile on his face as he spoke as softly as he could. “M’ Hercules, ma’m, just Hercules” his voice was deep and sent shivers down your back as you smiled back at him. The smiled caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach but her forced them down knowing the consequences of his feelings.

“Well Hercules, I'm glad you could make it” you smiled, he nodded but went silent again. You took notice how he wasn't wearing much of anything to protect him from the cold. You removed the gray bundle from your head and handed it to him, the action surprising him.

“Here.. take this” you handed him the beanie, not knowing that this single article of clothing, he would hold dearly to him for the rest of his life. He stared down at the wool, running his calloused thumbs over the rough fabric.

“YN! We’re here” you snapped your head over to Sam and Ben who motioned you over. You patted Hercules on the back before giving him one last determined look, your signature look.

“We fight for this country Herc, for all of us”

He didn't know this would be the last time he’d see you for a long time. After the tea had been dumped into the harbor, you all ran and jumped over board before swimming back ashore where a crowd stood cheering loudly. He searched for you through the mass, but only caught a glimpse of you mounting your horse with a satisfactory smile. He tried calling out for you, but you were riding away into the night before you could be caught.

July 4th, 1776 - New York City

You were in New York with Sam, joining your father figure in the signing of the Declaration. You loved New York for the vibes it sent you. The streets were constantly filled with revolutionist, all fighting for the same cause as you.

In the years leading up to now, you’ve become a bit of a celebrity within the colonies. Citizens would stop you in the street just to discuss how happy and free they’ve felt after your acts of rebellion down in Boston. You couldn’t take full credit, if it weren't for all the connects you made in the years, you didn't know where you’d be.

But now that Boston was striving now without your aide, New York was the next best spot to spark more inspiration. Although you had to keep a low profile as of recently after being wanted all across by the king himself. Especially when there were loyalist still sneaking about willing to snitch you out.

“Ugh, another one..” Sam muttered, barely sparing the man a glance as he continued looking forward. You glanced over to the man standing on a soap box in the middle of the square. You could just barely make out the words he was saying, but a few stuck out to you. And not in a positive way.

“Head not the rebels, who scream revolution, they have not your interest at heart!”

You made a face of annoyance, not have there interest at heart? Who the fuck was this guy? Your jaw clenched in annoyance, staring across the square at where he continued to shout out in free speech. What angered you more was the crowd that seemed to surround him.

“Go on, I’ve never stopped you before, and I'm sure I could break you out of jail this time” Sam laughed, turning his back so he’d have deniability. You snickered before turning on your heel striding towards the action.

“You must not value your life if you speak of the king in front of a his worst enemy” the crowd parted at the sight of you, a few gasping and squealing like school girls at your presence. You slowly walked towards the soap box, climbing up and presenting an air of dominance that made the man cower.

“Excuse me-”

“You believe wrong if you think someone like me could give less of a rats ass about what you had to say” you sneered, the man stumbled back nearly falling off the makeshift stage. The crowd laughed at this as you turned to them, your signature adorning your face as you placed a hand on your hip.

“Who says that little island should mess with us?! I say we fight back, as a colony!” the crowd cheered loudly, you laughed loud as you scanned the group of newly rowdy rebels. You caught a pair of familiar faces who seemed just as happy to see you again as you.

“YN!”

You waved happily, but froze when you heard a sharp cough from behind you. You winced, turning slowly to the two officers who glared down at you, prepared to grab and arrest you.

“YN LN, you’re under arrest for-”

“Yea, yea I know, but you’ll have to catch me first~” you teased, dodging there hands and running right under there advances. You stole a glance back, sending a wink at the pair before disappearing around the corner.

October 17th , 1779

When you rejoined with George you were well into your position of fighting for the freedom of the colonies. You were rising up, everyone knew that and they supported it, only few disapproved but they never voiced it to you in your face. They’d rather keep their teeth.

“I’m gonna need a right hand man..” George began, your excitement escalating a bit as you leaned forward. He looked thoughtful, as if he even needed to think about it when you already knew the person for the job.

“Then let me be it!” you begged, startling him as he looked at you as if you had three heads. You looked so hopeful that if he were any other man, he’d laugh in your face. Except he only shook his head, having already had this conversation with you before. It was a typical argument, he always claimed your woman hood would through everyone off.

“We’ve discussed this already, YN” he returned to pacing his office while you huffed and stood up from your seat. You stood before him, his frame towering over you, but your hard gaze stopped his pacing.

“Then why can’t it be me!” you begged, but he just brushed past you, names and faces flashing across his mind for possible men. Your face appeared more time than he could count, but he couldn’t risk your safety in a mans war.

“You know why YNN, You’re just-”

“Just what? A woman? So what! I’ve done so much for this revolution! hell! I’ve been fighting it before it could even be called that!” you shouted now, your frustration building as he rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your arm. You glared up at him and stepped away, ignoring his sigh of annoyance.

“Go home, YNN” he finally muttered, walking towards his desk, a sign he was done arguing. but you sure as hell weren’t.

“No! Who better to command an army than me! I’ve fought plenty of red coats! I’ve-” you began to argue more, but his shoulders slumped in defeat knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“YNN..”

“I’ve worked so hard! you can't just-”

“YN”

“You can't just brush me aside! I thought I-”

“YN!” “I thought you saw me as your daughter!”

There was a tense silence in the air now, tension thick as George slowly turned to face you now. You were breathing heavily, eyes blurry with tears. His eyebrows furrowed in guilt, his heart heavy as his mouth opened and closed with no words leaving them.

Your jaw clenched when Alexander entered the room, looking between the both of you confused. He opened his mouth to address the tension in the room when George spoke over him, using his General voice, as if nothing had just happened.

“Alexander, I was just discussing with YNN how well of a position you would fit..” you felt your hands ball up in fist, your eyes trained on a spot on the ground. Alex looked over to you, excited, but clearly still worried about sudden silence. You never were one for silence, always needing to involve your opinion over everyone else.

“What position is that, sir?”

“I want you to be my right hand man..” the words left his mouth so easily you felt as if a ton had been dropped on your heart. You bit your lip to hold back a frustrated shout, but you just opted to snap your glare up at them.

George had a hand on Alex’s shoulder, a proud look, a look a father gave his son. In that moment all you wanted was to rip him apart with your words, to tell the man who had practically raised you, that you hated him. That you hated everything he’d ever done to you, but then you’d be lying..

“I would be honored, sir” you were nearly shaking as you looked at Alex almost shocked, but not really, you knew how much he cared about his ego. Thats what drew the both of you to each other, your constant need to take for your own gain. He knew this position would take him places even after the war was through, but still. You would’ve thought at least your best friend, would say no to the offer you’d been speaking about since you’d met.

“Then lets get started right away son” that was all it took for your brain to mentally stop. Your breathing halted, your eyes went unfocused as you clenched your jaw so tight it might have popped. You didn't realize you were staring so coldly towards them until you heard Alex call out to you.

“YNN are you alright?” you blinked a bit, before focusing your gaze on them again. George looked sincerely guilty, and Alex looked a bit scared but you didn't care, you were heartbroken enough.

You didn't utter a single word to his worried ones, just turned on your heel and left. Forgetting all casualties, forgetting to bid your father, no, that man a goodnight. You just forgot because you’d never felt so insignificant, humiliated and infuriated, at this war until tonight.

December 24th , 1781 - YorkTown

You hadn’t seen George in years since the incident, you couldn't bare to even look at him after everything you’ve done to get so far. Even after all your hard work, being a woman still seemed to stop you from getting anything truly done.

But you didn't let it stop you from fighting, from winning the war you'd been fighting for, for so long. You didn't know you’d regret now sending your letters to him sooner, that you’d regret not telling him that you were sorry for being childish and running off. That you loved him, that he was your father and you didn't hate him, but missed him and needed him. But somewhere deep down you knew he already knew this, that he loved you so much more, and missed you so much more and worried for you every day that passed.

So laying here, in a puddle of your blood as the smoke of the cannons slowly seemed to fade into the air, you didn't feel bad about it. The sounds of war were distant, the fighting had long since stopped and you took in the smells of victory. The smell of ash and copper filled your senses, what would be the bitter taste of your blood on your tongue was sweet with the thought that you’d won.

You knew that George would look for you after the war was done, would write you when you didn't return to Mount Vernon. When he’d return to see Martha's tear stricken face, holding a letter with your name written with an apology at the bottom, he’d know. But for now, he’d hold her and cry with her, tell the others of your victory and celebrate you for all that you’d done.

Because he’d know that you won...

I didn't go back and edit because I just really wanted to post this :))

#my writes :)#george washington #washington x reader #ben tallmadge #samuel adams #reader insert #hamilton imagine #alexander hamilton #hercules mulligan #john laurens #john laurens x reader #hercules x reader #mostly reader #hamilton an american musical

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cactuarkitty · 8 years ago

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Random DA:O Thoughts - Pt 12.

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to Orzammar we go!

The shop keeper at Orzammar said his wares were guaranteed by his 24hr life time guarantee. LOL

Wow I’m shocked that the first scene I saw between the dwarves is of one being killed with an axe because he disagreed with him. Maybe I shouldn’t be shocked.

What is a nub?

Well a nub is a naked rat animal thing haha. Kinda cute. Collecting the nubs now.

The King has died. There are two dwarves, a noble and a prince who I are vying for the throne. You have to pick a side. I was sooo confused I really didn’t know who to choose. I ended up going with the Prince. We’ll see what happens haha.

I had to show two nobles some papers, proving that the other guy had promised them the same land for their vote. I’m pretty sure one of the nobles had Canderous’ voice from KotoR. :D

I had to travel into the deep roads to find one of the nobles. Found it kinda creepy. More of those baby raptors who squeak awww.

Every time I die and get swapped to Alistair or something, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing haha.

Oh yeah just searching the Dwarven palace and looting chests. Just another day as a grey warden. :P

Now I have to clear some gang out. That was fun! Quite cool how they have little secret quests. Like having to take the least expensive item from each chest to be able to access their stash. Also it made me laugh that the exit was out through a shopkeepers wall lol.

Dwarves carry lots of coin.

We’re off to find Branka. Her husband I guess joined our team. Yay I have the dwarf now!

I like how Oghren says sodding a lot. His beard and hair are so red :D

Ahaha he keeps making funny comments on Alistair’s and Norua’s relationship.

The deep roads quest is very long. Only thing that bothered me about it being so long is the fact I ran out of health potions and those roots to make them.

I found Huck. He is crazy, doesn’t want me to tell his Mum he’s still alive. So I won’t.

That whole bit with the dwarf lady saying some weird poem super freaked me out! :/ Creepy.

Eww what the fuck is this brood mother thing. Gross! So they’ve been feeding her heaps of dwarfs maybe.

Killed her. Focused on her with spells while the rest of the team fought her minions and tentacles.

I don’t really like Branka much.

The totem poll fight with the spirits was super hard! Probably didn’t help that I was low on health potions.

Oh so the other paragon guy is in a golem (I forgot his name). He wants me to destroy the anvil because to make the golems they had to take actual lifes. Wow so yeah I decided I’d destroy it and of course Branka wants to fight. -_-

Awww after I destroyed the anvil he committed suicide. I guess it wasn’t much of a life for him. He made a special crown for the next King.

As planned I chose Baleen and instantly regretted it! He ordered Harrowmont to be executed :O even after I said “I didn’t give you the throne so you could be a tyrant” he refused to change his mind. I’m actually finding him super annoying now. I actually had a memory of watching my ex play as a noble dwarf, and a picture in my head that someone had poisoned others. I think it was Baelen. I felt so bad I loaded and gave the crown to Harrowmont, who was like “I’m surprised.” cause I never tried to get their trust. Baelen attacked us lol. So now he is dead. Oh well.

I said to the new king I wanted my face on a giant rock ahaha

I think I only have a bunch of side quests before the lands meet stuff, so I’m kinda at that point where I dunno what to do. I don’t really want to go to the lands meet. Maybe I’ll buy some of the dlc to do in the mean time.

It’s weird but I wondering why I hadn’t gotten Leliana’s loyalty quest to do yet, since she is at full approval. Also when I talk to her there is no new convos. Someone said that she talks about your relationship with Alistair but it’s never came up. I found out that for some reason her approval being so high has locked out convos. I had to give her some rotten onions to get it down. Then she had more convo options. There was even a cutscene with her singing which I thought was beautiful. Kinda makes me wonder if I missed other convos cause I gave them too many gifts at once. Oh no I just did that with Oghren. Oops.

I think when I play again I’ll try to talk to them more often and space out the gifts a bit more. Like one gift per quest. This time I usually gave them about 5 gifts in a row lol. What if I missed out of Alistair convos by giving him too many gifts. I actually have about 4 gifts for him now which I useless since he has the gold heart now. Don’t really wanna mess with his meter.

Haha Oghren is drunk and he told me to sod off.

Did Oghren’s loyalty. Lmao of course it’s to help him hook up XD was very funny!

Now I’m doing Shale’s loyalty. It was a cool quest. So Shale used to be a female dwarf - interesting. I guess Shale is still a they/them since they have no gender, being a golem. Actually just now in a convo with Leliana, Shale said they weren’t a she… that they are a golem.

Don’t really have much else to do so I’m going to do the prep for the lands meet. I was relieved that it wasn’t yet the point of no return.

Ugh I hate Loghian so much! And that horrible Arl who he has under his thumb. He’s obviously a snake. Gonna enjoy killing them. No fucking way am I making Loghain a grey warden.

So a handmaiden elf needs us to rescue Queen Anoia. That bastard snake arl has her locked up. I knew he was creepy! I know he has Tim Curry’s voice and he’s good at playing creepy evil weirdos haha.

Haha we had to get dressed up as soldiers. I’d never seen Norua in armour before - she looks quite striking. Not as lovely as in her robes though. Of course I had her and Al kissing before they got into the castle.

AHAHAHA OMG! I intruded on a maid giving a guard a bj XD so funny! Now he is dead. I hope he enjoyed his last moments of pleasure.

I was so excited when I found all the treasure piles in the locked room :D

Whoa a guard just got strangled. Pretty graphic haha. Poor Norua took a step back all scared like towards Al. “Hold me Alistair!” “Come here, my love. Alistair has you.” Tee hee <3

Oh it was a grey warden who had been captured. Wow so King Cailan had asked about 200 grey wardens to come help. Damn that Loghain bastard! The grey warden seems cool. Alistair had met him previously at his joining. He just told us about a wardens stash… oooooh! Exciting!

Holy crap some of the fights are super hard! Had to load a couple of times.

Yay that Arl dickhead is dead! That was a hard fight too cause he had two mages helping him.

In the dungeon there was the real Arl. He seemed to be a bit of a dick but I let him out anyway. Zevran disapproved by 5 points. Also opened the door for a captured Templar. I feel so sorry for him :( he has lyrium withdrawal so isn’t right of mind. He was captured trying to bring Jowan back. God that Jowan all he does is cause trouble. I really dislike him. Anyway the Templar asked me to give his sister a message or a ring, I can’t remember.

Rescued the queen. Loghain’s second in command (can’t remember her name) stopped us when we tried to leave. I made the mistake of revealing the queen was with us. Then the queen said we tried to kidnap her :O Norua was NOT happy! Wasn’t until later she realised she wasn’t as subtle as she could have been. Oops!

Haha Norua and Al have been captured and are in the cell together half naked. Who’s great idea was that?!

I took Wynne and Leliana to rescue them. Hehe this mission was amusing! Some of the fights were quite hard. I summoned a spirit wolf with Leliana to help us. :)

Aww when we travelled back to the Estate, the spirit wolf died. Made me sad :( I thought it wasn’t an actual wolf. Maybe I can dismiss it while in combat. Kinda gross to have the wolf just drop dead then turn into a skeleton.

The warden gave me the location of the stash - woo!

OOOOOMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGG I FOUND DUNCAN’S SHIELD TO GIVE TO ALISTAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He was SO happy!!!! He said he would cherish it forever. It was amazing! I’m so happy! Looks awesome with his Warden armour and Starfang sword too. :D

Norua: “Who loves you, Al?” Alistair: “My sweet little rose petal.” <3

#gem plays dragon age #dragon age #dragon age: origins #alistair theirin #oc: norua aonir #long post

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thegeminisage · 8 years ago

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TODAY’S ZELDABLOGGING, which has ENDGAME SPOILERS (yes i beat it):

all right i got about ~3 hours to get my shield and beat zelda lets fucking do this

the temple of time music is breaking my heart

this is one place where i'm mostly ok with them not using a classic tune for it tbh

like this music has so much grief and tranquility

i used to think the plateau was SO huge and really it's almost miniscule

i know it's a bit of a waste of time but i'm making the final trek on foot, no fast travel, temple of time to the castle

So Many Guardians

i can fight them now but only if theyre in the right place too close or far away and i cant do it

on a side note: yesterday (?) i found a beautiful pink spring i took many pictures of

today i saw that glowing spot on the map and realized i'd never figured out what it was!

dropped a pin bc i was curious, and it's the pink spring

temptation to warp over, check it out, and warp back: astronomical

but i'm on both a mission and a time limit, so it'll have to wait

ok. ok. im Here. its Time. lets go. shield first. that is My Shield, and the stalnox Cannot have it

there's a door i can't figure out how to open :/

ah, i see the stalnox

but i want that door!

google isn't helping me so i guess i have to leave it??

ok, all abilities fully charged, 3 fairies, plenty of food. i can do this. i almost killed one by accident once. that is MY SHIELD.

oh my god its got SWORDS stuck all in it jesus FUCK

my first shot did a lot of damage! but im wearing the atk+ armor which i can't keep on, it's a glass cannon

oh my god that was so EASY?

i kicked its ASS LMAO

YESSSS THERES MY SHIELD OH YES

holy shit when my swoprd strikes something in here it sounds like cannon fire! steady glowing too

i don't think there's one right way to go here so i'm gonna try to explore as much as i can

i've been spoiled by the fact that zelda has a diary laying out somehwere so i wanna find it for myself

ohhh the remains of the red carpet in here

i'm actually next to the tower i climed before, apparently i was just shy of exploring all there was to see up there...i'll see if i can have another look

lol i decide that and it IMMEDIATELY begins with the lightning storm

i found it!!! oh god was this her bedroom ;_;

AAAH SHE TALKS ABOUT LINK

he's quiet and persostent and can't resist a good meal

and it talks about why he never speaks ;_;

I LOVE THIS HE HAS A PERSONALITY!!!!

omg she even talks about her mother ;_;

A WOMAN NOT OF THIS EARTH

the goddess hylia or was it fi?? oh my god.......

WORTH IT!!!

found the guard chambers ;_; this all hurts my heart, so much was just Lost

oh my god no THE BLOOD MOON...

huh. no cutscene here

honestly fighting my way thru moblins in hyrule castle...haha man

ohhhh the library ): i bet zelda loved it here

oh my god they even had docks under the castle!!!

oh NO i found the king's journal

he hated being cruel to her and was gonna be kind when she got back but instead the last time they really saw each other they were fighting!!!

still doesn't give him an excuse tbh but i can find a SLIVER of sympathy now

okay so........now i've explored all the insides. i go out?? i.......fight ?????

oooohh god im scared again ))):

oh shit oh Shit i found it oh god

im looking up a walkthru to read after the fight starts i dont need any more surprises

ZELDA?

OH MY GOD HE'S DISGUSTING HE'S SPIDER LIKE I AM SHRIEKING WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPIDERS

YEAAHH BOY HALF HEALTH FUCK YOU GANON

I HAVE COURAGE!!!!

ooh he has guardian weapons

ok yes walkthru

GOD LMAO if you dont free the divine beasts you have to fight the minibosses here

oh god this is gonna be tough

haha "guardian weapons will break your shield" NOT MY SHIELD

i mean yes it can break but its Highly durable and replacements can be made if it does

OH GOD HE'S GROSS HE'S BUGLIKE WHY WHY

GANON THE MAN WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER

i mean i know. they had us fight a manlike thing in ss AND tp but. i miss him

oooh down to 25%

YES FUCK THERE HE GOES

eeeew

im ready for phase 2 baby

there's gotta be one right there ALWAYS is

YES here we go

AAAH I GOT THE BOW OF LIGHT

oh no i dont have epona though just a different horse im sad i should have left her out

BUT HE LOOKS JUST LIKE GANON THAT I KNOW

OH MY GOD THE FINAL BOSS MUSIC IS THE TRAILER MUSIC

THE MAIN THEME AT LEAST

WE'RE ON HYRULE FIELD NEVER DID I SUSPECT THIS WOULD BE OUR BATTLEGROUND

I DID IT!!!!

ZELDA

BEAUTIFUL SWEET YOUNG BRAVE ZELDA WITH HER MUDSTAINED DRESS

oh my g o d

"may i ask, do you really remember me"

oh my god...oh my god

ANSWER HER?

AND NOW CREDITS? IM DYING

ohhh the credits showed a bit of everybody and despite myself when they played the trailer song and showed the old man/the plateau i welled up we've come so far

HEY THERE'S SHIGERU MIYAMOTO'S NAME HEYYYYYYYY

awww that was the last song of the trailer

A STINGER

THANK GOD

ohh my god

IF THE SPIRITS OF THE CHAMPIONS AND THE OLD MAN WATCHING LINK AND ZELDA WEREN'T AN OOT NOD....

OH MY GOD ONE MORE SECOND AND ZELDA COULD HAVE MET EYES WITH HER FATHER

jesus christ, old man disappeared last too, my HEART

theyre gonna restore hyrule!! they're gonna travel together again!!

okay i GOTTA load my file and see what's what

awww it's the one i saved right before the battle i thought there was post-game content...?

it does have a little star next to it tho

ah well

that was.......incredible

and i cried

so there's that

man!!!!! im so, so glad

what a good game

honest crit: no, it wasn't PERFECT

i could have stood more classic tunes to punch me in the feels more often and give us more of that old #aesthetic since they changed SO much about everything else - at times it didn't even quite feel like a zelda game, though the reminders that it WAS were always heartbreaking and wonderful

also maybe this was just my playstyle but i feel like there could have been more than just the four dungeons since they were so short...i know the dungeon-y puzzle stuff was spread all around with koroks and shrines, but is One big dungeon too much to ask? even hyrule castle had 1000 ways you could have gotten through

could have stood a little more acknowledgement of who you were and what you were doing as the divine beasts started waking up? like from npcs and shit, not even for Glory or whatever but just because the story felt reeeeeeally spread out, even with the memories scattered everywhere

and again a little bias here but some of the battles once you began getting Up There were a little TOO fake-difficult...i saw white bokoblins in old old places so i know it has to do with You, not your location, and i could have lived w/o it tbh

would have loved some form of new game + or postgame content, but maybe i'm just sad bc i misunderstood a spoiler or w/e it was that happened

things i loved:

the music

the cinematics, holy shit

the voice acting

when they DID use classic tunes it was to INCREDIBLE effect, same with the castle style, the ruins, even the nostalgic armor

obviously the open world gameplay was delightful and addicting, i literally couldn't get enough

the final boss battle wasn't too hard but VERY climactic and wonderful, just difficult Enough - could have maybe been a BIT harder but then i did start with him at half health!!

the dungeons, while there weren't enough of them, were EXTREMELY cool, i felt DWARFED by those beasts, after i saw the first one i never called them jaegers again

actually kind of liked the weapon durability thing bc then i could just pick them up during combat when i was running low and steal them or fight with them, throw them, etc

did not like the BOW durability, all my bows broke VERY quickly, that and running out of arrows always was totally urgh...even with my weapons inventory upgraded i STILL couldn't hold all the cool ones the game threw at me, it needed to be like that for players that favored the bow - more of them that were OP, more arrows, etc

anyway i could go on and on but

i gotta sleep, and

i'm so happy zelda is free

it would have been so cool to have her as a companion in post-game, Somehow

or at least see her reunion with all those who missed her

or see link get his memories back

it ended a bit too soon but it was beautiful and i loved it

goodnight

#personal #loz blogging #botw spoilers

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