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upat4amwiththemoon · 8 months ago

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I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are…Reader is the child of Maya and Carina. R is feeling a bit neglected by their moms. Missing events, pulling crazy hours at work, not really being there for Reader. R tries to confront Maya and Carina, but they don’t know what to do about crazy schedules. They work really hard to make reader feel more secure and loved by them. If you’re not taking requests, then please ignore this.

Time management

Summary: Showing up matters.

Pairing: Marina x daughter!reader

Warnings: a pinch of angst

Word count: 2075

a/n: what do you mean some of these are based on my experiences?? You can’t prove that!

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Y/N takes a few deep breaths as she waits for her turn in the backstage area. She’s going through her lines in her head, making sure she won’t forget anything once she steps on the small stage, even though this isn’t the opening night.

She has been part of a youth theatre group for over two years now, and this is the first time she has gotten the lead role. Her nerves are high, but so is her excitement. This is a big moment for her, she is proud of herself, and she really hopes her moms will be proud of her too.

As her costar finishes their line, Y/N rolls her shoulders back, straightens her posture, and walks out to the stage. She starts speaking her lines to the audience, not yet acknowledging the other actor on the stage, this is her character’s inner monologue.

Her eyes scan over the crowd of people as discreetly as possible. There isn’t one empty chair in the room. This play became fairly popular after getting a spot in the local newspaper. She showed the page to her moms, practically glowing with pride. Her face isn’t showing any changes, but her mind is turning blue. Her mothers aren’t here. It is the last show, and her mothers aren’t here.

Still, she continues on. And she does wonderfully. All the teens come up to the stage at the end and take a bow as they listen to the applause with wide smiles. Someone’s parent brought everyone flowers, and it makes Y/N bitter, but she smiles and thanks them, her grip tight on the bouquet.

After changing out of her costume and packing her things, Y/N walks back home. It’s only a fifteen minute walk, so she is unlocking the front door by no time.

“I’m home!” She yells out, shutting the door and throwing her keys on the table in the hallway. “Anybody here?” Kicking off her shoes, she walks deeper into the house, only to find it empty.

Y/N sighs and walks into her room. She should’ve expected this. Both of her moms have demanding jobs, they won’t be able to attend to all of her achievements..or any of them.

This is just how it is.

Y/N’s hand shakes as she holds onto a piece of paper. It’s already crumbled by her grip, but she makes sure the text in it is still readable. Her body continues moving slightly, either from nerves or the uncomfortable feeling of the hard plastic chair she is sitting on.

She lets out a quiet sigh. Her turn is coming up. Soon, she will have to get up in front of all her peers and their parents, and give a speech that she wrote. Of course, Y/N accepted this responsibility when her teacher came up to her and said they believe her to be the best person for the job. And who is Y/N to say no to that? An adult figure comes to her and gives her a compliment, basically telling her they’re proud of her. She craves that. She needs it.

A round of applause brings her back to the moment. The teacher in front of the microphone is looking at her with a smile on their face, they’re signaling it’s her turn next.

Taking a deep breath, she straightens her posture and listens to the teacher’s introduction of her. After it, she stands up and walks in front of the microphone, thanking them for this opportunity.

Her eyes glance over everyone in the room. She doesn’t see her moms, but Y/N doesn’t panic. They have to be in the back, maybe they got in late, she reminded them of this event too many times for them to not show up.

She unwraps her paper and places it on the stand. “Good morning, students and parents. I’m thankful to be up here today, especially when knowing my school days are minimal.” She smiles. “The last months of school are scary, I’m sure many of my peers agree, there’s so much uncertainty in change. What am I supposed to do after? Where do I go? Who am I?”

Y/N takes a deep breath, “I don’t know what I want to do with my future. The fear of not being or doing something great debilitates me, because wouldn’t it be a waste of a life if I never did something memorable.” Her eyes stay on the audience, only occasionally glancing down at her paper. She has memorized this speech. “My moms change lives everyday, one of them is a firefighter and the other is an OB-GYN, she literally brings new life into this world.” She giggles quietly, though her worries are growing by the minute. Her moms are nowhere to be seen.

“You’d think that with parents like that, my need to change the world would be bigger. But they’re actually the reason why they shrink every day. They tell me that life isn’t about doing something big and great that future generations will remember you for. It’s about love, friends, family, the goodness of your heart, it’s about making yourself proud.” Y/N turns the page around. “My mother Maya tells me to imagine being with little me and telling her about my life. Would she be happy? Would her eyes shine in wonder because she knows I haven’t forgotten her?”

Swallowing, her eyes cast down. She’s gripping the sides of the paper tighter now. Her moms aren’t here. “I would like to say yes. Because even though I haven’t always done the right thing, she would still hug me and tell me it’s okay, because I’m still me, no matter what. You know why?” She looks at the audience with a lopsided smile, “because even though I can’t always recognize my reflection in the mirror, my laugh is still the same horrible cackle I had as a kid.” There are some laughs in the audience, especially from her friends, who have heard her laugh before.

“So, change is scary and you’ll probably never figure out who you truly are. But that’s okay, the little kid you imagine sitting next to you knows, and they think you’re pretty great.” Y/N folds her paper and gives the audience a bright smile. “Thank you again for giving me this opportunity, I hope you all have a great day, and remember to stay true to yourself.” The audience starts clapping and Y/N walks back to her seat.

“That was awesome!” One of her friends whispers, holding her arm with so much excitement.

“My moms aren’t here.” Is the only thing Y/N whispers back.

“Oh shit,” her friend frowns, “I’m sorry.”

She shrugs and gives her a small smile. “It doesn’t matter.” With that, she turns back to the teacher who has gone back to the microphone.

It’s already two in the night and Y/N is still up. She is sitting on the couch, watching the television while she waits for her moms to come back home from work. They wouldn’t like her being awake this late, but she doesn’t care. She is angry, and sad, and she needs to yell to someone, preferably her moms.

The front door opens quietly after twenty minutes, it’s her moms trying to come in without waking up sleeping Y/N. Their steps sound slow and sluggish, but they’re still giggling together. Somehow it angers Y/N even more.

“What are you still doing up?” Maya is the first one to come to the living room, though Carina is right behind her. “Is everything okay?” She drops her bag down to the floor before sitting on the other couch.

“Where were you?”

Carina looks confused, “we were at work, mia cara.”

Y/N scoffs, “my school event was today.” She states, glaring at her mothers. “You know, the one where I held a speech that I wrote. I reminded you about it like a million times!”

“Oh, honey,” Maya sighs, “we told you we’d try to get out of work for it, but you know how our jobs are.” She looks genuinely remorseful, but none of that matters to Y/N at this moment.

“It doesn’t look like you tried hard enough. I first told you about it months ago! They couldn’t give you one day off with that much notice?”

“Do you think we wanted to miss it?”

“Well it sure looks like you didn’t care about it, or me for that matter.”

“Y/N-“

Carina tries to speak up, but Y/N doesn’t let her speak, “no! I do think you wanted to miss this, I think you’ve wanted to miss every single event I’m in. You know why?” Her brows are raised as she stands up. “I don’t remember what the last important event of mine was where you actually showed up. You’ve missed all of my plays, my school events, sports games, everything. You’re never there! Nor are you ever here. You guys never have time to talk to me, or, or help me with my homework.” Her speech is starting to get faster and tears are starting to gather in her eyes. “I doubt you even know what’s going on with my life anymore!”

Maya and Carina try to defend themselves, but nothing comes out of their mouths. Y/N is right. Even they can’t remember the last time they spent proper quality time with their daughter.

“So what’s your excuse, huh? You don’t care about me anymore? You don’t want me anymore?” She shrugs, sniffling quietly. “I’d rather know than wonder why my moms don’t make time for me anymore.”

The hurt and vulnerability in her voice breaks Maya and Carina’s heart. Their daughter should never have to doubt their love for her. “I’m so sorry, love.” Maya stands up, taking a few steps forward. “We’re both so sorry. We just- I guess we didn’t realize how much time we were spending at work.”

Carina stands up and pulls Y/N into an embrace, which she resist at first, but gives up and leans in right after. “I’m sorry, mia cara, I’m sorry. You’re my baby and I love you more than anything else in the world.” Carina whispers, tears falling down her cheeks. “You’re right, we haven’t been very good moms lately, but I promise you that will change, okay? We will do better.” She pulls away, setting her palms on both of Y/N’s cheeks to look at her face. She can’t stand seeing it with such a painful expression, especially one that she caused.

“You’re just saying that.” Y/N’s voice is more quiet now, her anger having turned to sadness.

“We’re not.” Maya states with a firm tone, setting her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “We will start taking days off work, you’re more important. Do you think you could hold your speech for us now?”

Y/N shakes her head, looking down. “I don’t think I want to, not today at least.”

“Okay,” Maya frowns but she understands, “some other day then.”

“Yeah,” biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N wipes the wetness off of her cheeks, “do you think I could sleep in your bed this night?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Carina wraps one of her arms around Y/N as the three of them start walking towards the master bedroom.

They change into their pajamas and do the rest of their evening routine in silence. Y/N is the first one to climb onto the bed, already getting under the covers while her mothers whisper in the bathroom. She’s already half asleep when they turn off the lights and limb onto the bed, sandwiching her.

Carina starts playing with Y/N’s hair while Maya wraps her arms around her. “We love you so so much, you know that, right?” Her voice is quiet, not wanting to disturb her.

“Usually,” Y/N’s eyes are already closed, “but sometimes I doubt it. I really love you guys too.” She whispers.

Maya tightens her hold at the words. They pain her, but she doesn’t have anyone else to blame but herself. “We’ll make sure to remind you everyday.” The two women kiss Y/N’s forehead, saying their goodnights when they notice their daughter’s tiredness.

In their heads, they both vow to make Y/N feel more loved and cared for than she ever has.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Off the Page 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: skinny!Steve

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You take a page out of Maria’s book and sleep on the train. The night at the hotel wasn’t long enough. By the time you ate, you were too tired to enjoy the fancy tub and your alarm woke you well before you were ready. As your stop comes, you’re still groggy and barely ready for your evening meet and greet.

Isn’t this the dream? Running yourself ragged as a bestselling author? Seeing all the fans who love the words that you wrote? Who see themselves in the characters you created? So much a dream that you feel as if you’re falling asleep again.

Wake up! You splash water over your face in the bookstore bathroom. It’s not glamourous. You have the small space to refresh before you face the masses. You hoped for a smaller crowd given the time of day and the lesser known location. How wrong you are; you can hear the buzz of fans through the walls.

“Hey,” Maria enters without knocking. She’s like that. You and your agent have gotten rather cozy in those last weeks. A bit too much at times. “Almost ready?”

“Yeah, sorry, I... is this blouse okay?” You ask as you touch the satin, patterned with violets, “I don’t even know why I bought this?”

“It looks fine,” she assures, “you’re not a writer if you’re not at least a little eccentric, right?”

“Oh, and what about book agents?” You challenge, “are they all so stylish?’

“Of course. We’re the face that sells the tour. All you have to do is smile and sacrifice your hand to carpal tunnel syndrome,” she teases, “just you wait until the interview. That's the heavy lifting.”

“Interview?” You check yourself one last time in the mirror.

“Didn’t I mention? The local station wants a sit down before we’re off tomorrow,” she explains, “I said yes. It’s a decent check and good business. Any publicity is good publicity. Publisher signed off on it too so... can’t back out.”

“Oh, and you were going to tell me when?”

“Right now,” she shrugs, “come on, your adoring fans are waiting for their elf queen.”

“Oof, don’t,” you cringe, “you make it sound so lame.”

“If it was lame, you wouldn’t be here,” she asserts.

“Suppose you’re right,” you pack your things up into your bag and shove it in the corner. “Alright, I’m ready.”

You follow her into the hall and through to the main area of the bookstore. It’s been closed early for the event, a meet and greet exclusive to those who claimed the limited one hundred tickets for sale. Each ticket includes the cost of a free signed edition and bookmark. Funny to think you’d once been on the other side of one of these things. The eager beaver reader aspiring to be the star author.

As you come into sigh of the audience, they cheer. You’re still not used to that either. You wave and smile out at them. The moderator, an employee of the bookshop chain, calls for their attention over the microphone and introduces you. There’s another softer round of applause.

You take your seat on the stool and let out a breath. You start with the reading. You try not to do the same chapter, instead cycling through your favourites. Some you even know by rote now.

Then comes the Q and A session. You know all the answers. You find it’s always the same questions. Besides, you created this world, these characters, if there isn’t anything written, then you get to decide.

A group a giggly women finish asking their questions about the ‘rumoured’ sequel to which you give your PR friendly deflection. After them, you wait for the next person to appear. There’s some scuffling at the microphone as they lower it. You wait patiently and smile at the slender blond man. He’s vaguely familiar.

“Hi, um, my question is, whether Emeris is truly the promised knight or if he was just in the right place at the right time?”

You nod as you listen, your thoughts whirring. It’s not an entirely out-there question. It isn’t what he’s asking that gives you pause. You swear you’ve seen him before.

“Well, we can’t know for sure. I like to think of the promised knight as not a specific person fated from birth but rather a possibility for all. The promised knight is the one who can step up in that time of need and do what it is needed,” you explain. “I hope that makes sense.”

The man doesn’t speak right away, himself stalling before he can respond, “yes, I guess it does. Thank you.”

He lingers at the microphone for a moment as he watches you. He clutches a worn copy to his chest tightly. That’s familiar too.

Strange. You're sure there’s lots of people who double dip. You have to admit you did it once yourself. Sometimes you just need that thrill.

The blond man steps back and lets the next person ahead of him but he doesn’t go far. He stays close to the queue of people and you feel him staring you down. Everyone is watching you but his gaze just feels so much more intense. You do your best to focus on the person at the microphone.

Several others ask their questions or just give their praise. The man remains. You can’t shake the sense of him. He’s like a shadow. You don’t know why you’re so aware of him.

Finally, you finish up and it’s time to announce the special prize. It’s a raffle set up by ticket number. The package isn’t anything special; a collector’s edition, a mug, and some pens that look like quills. The moderator brings up a box filled with slips and you reach inside. You read out the number and the crowd mutters.

“Me,” a deep voice rings out, a hand popping up from lower down. The blond man steps forward and waves his ticket, “it’s mine.”

Strange coincidence. You keep your smile plastered on. You don’t need another Maria lecture about your tired moping. You’re handed the prize basket and you carry it down to meet the man.

“Congratulations,” you say as he meets you at the lip of the low platform.

“Thank you,” he beams up brightly, “it’s nice to see you again.”

You try not to show your surprise, “yeah, uh... you too.” You don’t know what else to say. You don’t remember exactly where you saw him and definitely not a name; you hear too many of those to keep track.

“Really?” He breathes.

“Er, enjoy your prize. Thank you so much for coming.”

“Of course. Always. Anytime,” he avows shakily. “’To you, my queen, I bid my blood and breath.’”

You hesitate. That’s from the book. Emeris proclaims it to the elvish protagonist on her quest to reclaim her stolen homeland. It’s flattering yet slightly unsettling to have it recited to you.

“Have a good night,” you say gently and turn to walk back across the platform. You’re tired, you need to get out of here.

#off the page #steve rogers #skinny!steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #au #bookstore au #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years ago

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Why Are You So Nice To Me? Joseph Quinn x Reader

Why Are You So nice To Me?

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

SUMMARY: This new life is taking a toll on you. Desperately trying to not seem ungrateful leads you to an overstimulated panic attack that Joe helps you through.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: A big thank to @creme-bruhlee for giving me that one liner that sparked me to finally finish this. I love u

Warnings: None really? Fem!reader, reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, mentions and descriptions of said panic attack/anxiety attack, Joe being the softest sweetest boy, I love him. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 3069

Since the premier of Stranger Things season four my life hadn't had a moment to slow down. It was interviews after interviews, sometimes multiple ones in the same day, different hosts, different shows, websites, everything. Adding all of that with so much traveling, especially with Jospeh, Jamie, and I being three new characters; our schedules were often linked together because of it; Although now, I stood a few feet away from them, leaning against the wall closest to the elevators.

It was about 6 pm at night and I was standing in the lobby of some fancy hotel in Brazil. A white and black dress wrapped against my skin, the hot weather and sun, giving me a healthy bronzed glow. I stupidly decided on a classic pair of very high all black stilettos. I should have opted for an open toe wedged heel or something. But I wanted to impress everyone. My first acting gig, first round of interviews, first time traveling far without family, it was nerve wracking but I wanted every second of it to go well. Something I didn't think that would bother me as much as it did, was not constantly having my phone on you. I didn't realize how much I relied on it as a coping mechanism when I was anxious, or uncomfortable. It was difficult to not have that immediate distraction.

Picking at the black nail polish on my thumb I sighed heavily, trying to get myself into the proper mindset for this Stranger Things party? Event? Meet and greet? Whatever it was, I was ill prepared and uncomfortable to say the least. Jet lagged, sweaty, homesick, and anxious; but it didn't matter, not when you had fans to impress, people to impress, companies to impress. I never had a moment with my own thoughts for more than five minutes before being escorted to another room, car, or airport, it was always something. Not to say I wasn't grateful for everything because I truly was; just there's simply nothing that can prepare you for something like this. A cliche at its finest. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at my own thoughts. Only another 'famous' person would understand, and in a way it almost felt pathetic, even if I knew it was true.

A tap to my shoulder startled me slightly. I turned around to see Joe with a soft smile on his face.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just tired" I lied. I think he could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly but he didn't comment.

"The heat doesn't help either I don't think" He said laughing.

"God no, it makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a warm hug, but also in a warm bath? Maybe both at the same time? I don't know but either of those sound better than a party right now" I said sighing. Tapping the tip of my shoe against the shiny tiled floor.

Joe looked like he was about to say something but just as he opened his mouth, we were waved over and instructed on where to go and what to do.

The three of us stationed at the entrance of grey double doors. I stood between the two men, both of their arms coming to wrap around my waist, and mine on theirs.

"Let's get this show on the road yeah?" I said forcing a smile, glancing between the two.

The doors swung open and as the three of us sauntered in, the small but crowed room filled with applause and music begun to play. Jamie slipped his hand into mine and gave me a slow twirl to introduce me. I blushed and gave an awkward wave, and a clumsy curtsy to match his energy. Then turning to Joe, I grabbed his hand and twirled him around to do the same as Jamie did to me. Joe was far more graceful as I was and I watched as the girls swooned over him. It was hard not to, if I was being completely honest with myself; but that was another thought for another time. Right now I had to be present, and put my game face on. Which is exactly what I did. I walked around and mingled with everyone, taking pictures and answering questions as best as I could, especially without giving anything away, just incase there was anyone around who hadn't had the opportunity to finish the season just yet. The music was uncomfortably loud and I struggled to hear what people were saying, barely able to make out the often broken English, but I tried my best.

After a while I snuck away to the back of the room, attempting to people watch while I clutched my glass of ice water to my chest. A few minutes alone and hidden from the eye of people I leaned my back against the wall, trying to regulate the beating of my heart. Nothing seemed to help it, and it only became worse, at this point I was facing the wall, desperately begging myself to stop hyperventilating. I could feel my bottom lip wobbling as I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. A hand on the small of my back startled me and I almost dropped the glass in my hands as I whipped around. It was Joesph, once again, a knight in shining armour. "What are you doing all the way over here?" He asked.

I looked at him. My heart still thumping in my chest, and I could feel words on the tip of my tongue but when I opened my mouth to speak they wouldn't come out. My brows furrowed, and the only noise I was able to make was a small whimper, but it sounded more like a choke. "Come 'ere" He said wrapping his arm around my waist. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on a nearby surface. Strategically moving around the people in the room as he lead me out and back into the lobby. Security following us quickly until we were safely out of sight from any lurking people. My chest rising and falling faster now, my hands covered my ears and my eyes were shut tight out of instinct and I didn't even realize I had done it until Joe was facing me in the elevator placing his hands over mine. My anxiety had heightened everything, every noise, and light and moment seemed all too much and I could feel myself getting overstimulated; suddenly hyper aware of how the fabric of my dress clung to me, and the way the tag was digging into my spine.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, the tears hidden behind my lids fall easily down my cheeks. When the elevator dinged he lead me down the hall; his hand still on the small of my back only letting go of me to reach out for the small bag I clutched in my hands. "Key?" He said softly and I fumble with shaky hands, pulling out the keycard to my hotel room. He took the card gently, his free hand never leaving the small of my back while he unlocked the door, encouraging me to walk in before him, stopping only a few feet from the door. He closed and locked the door behind me and came to face me again.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly, while his hands were rubbing both my arms up and down in attempts to sooth me.

"I-I just" I choked out a sob, my head falling to my chest.

"Hey you're okay, everything's okay"

I shook my head. "No, no everything is not okay, I'm not okay" I cried, pulling away from him a little more aggressively than intended. Leaning one hand on the wall I balanced on one foot ripping one of my heels off, and then doing the same with the other shoe. Chucking them onto the floor. I desperately grabbed at the back of my dress, trying to reach the zipper. "I'm losing my goddamn mind Joesph" I mumbled, through snot and tears. "I can't remember the last time I was home, or the last time I slept in a bed that wasn't in a hotel. I haven't seen my mom in months and I'm so fucking lonely and I fuck!-" I stopped trying to reach for the zipper, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I tried again to take control of my rapid breathing, I really didn't want to be having a full meltdown in front of anyone let alone Joesph but he stood there quietly and patiently, giving me the space I needed.

Calming slightly I tried reaching for my zipper again, only for it to get stuck about a quarter way down, stuck on the fabric. I tugged at it harshly before trying to pull it apart but I couldn't get a proper grip reaching behind me.

"Can I get your zipper for you?" He asked after a had a couple of minutes to lose my temper.

"Please?" I said desperately, turning around and walking back over to him, my bare feet padding against the floor. I turned around so my back was facing him, pulling my hair to the side and over my shoulder so it wasn't in the way. His fingers traced lightly against the back of my neck, moving a few pieces of hair I had missed in the process. Goosebumps coated my skin and I tried to control the shiver that attempted to surface, hiding it with a shaky inhale. He pulled at the zipper, bringing it back up and down, feeling it tug at the fabric again, even with Josephs nimble fingers.

"Just rip it-Please I need it off of me" I pleaded.

I felt him tug at it a few more times before I heard him sigh, shifting behind me. I went to turn around when his hands returned to my back and he pulled both ends of my dress apart, ripping it in one go. I gasped in relief, almost losing my balance, one of his hands coming to land firmly on my waist pulling me back into him, my back against his chest, holding me steady for a moment. The dress hung loosely under my breasts, sitting at my waist, my strapless bra keeping my chest covered.

Joesph cleared his throat and I turned my attention back to him, stepping away from him and turning to face him. He avoided looking at me, eyes looking every direction other than the one in front of him. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just n-needed to get that dress off of me" Stuttering over my words, with my body still wobbly from the anxiety.

"S'all good, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable either" He said laughing a little, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Um, a hug would be nice?" I said clenching and unclenching my hands, trying to free them from the tingling numbness that coursed through them.

His eyes softened, and I felt a fresh wave of tears form as he held his arms out to me. A small cry slipping past my lips, sounding more like a pathetic whimper as I walked into his arms, burying my face into his chest. His hands warm, one of them coming up to the small of my back, while the other cradled the back of my head. "I got you baby, don't cry, m'right here" he said quietly, into my temple. His breath warm as he placed a small kiss to the skin just before my hairline.

He began swaying slowly back and forth, and we stood there like that for a few moments before I leaned my head up to look at him, cheek still resting on his chest. "Why are you so nice to me?"

"What?" He said, pulling me away from him slightly so he could see my face better. Hands held softly onto my elbows. "What do you mean 'why' ?"

I shrugged looking down to avoid his curious eyes, a little embarrassed at my question. "I just... I dunno, I think you're the nicest man I've ever met" catching a quick glance at him, his eyes softened.

"Fucking christ" he breathed with a laugh. "You're just the sweetest thing aren't you? Bet you don't have any idea"

"Any idea about what?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"That I've been crushing on you since you walked into that room on day one of the table read" his hands coming up to rest on either side of my neck, thumbs just under my jaw. "But I don't think now is an appropriate time to tell you all this- I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you being in a vulnerable state, so just ignore me" He was blushing, and fumbling over his words, nervous after his confession. A hand coming to scratch at the scruff on his chin, he cleared his throat, turning away to the rest of the room and said "lets get you into some comfier clothes yeah? We could-"

"N-no" I stuttered, reaching out for his arm quickly. He raised a brow. "Just keep talking? It's helping" I said bashfully, arms wrapping around myself.

He smiled slightly, clearly trying to act more casual about it. "I can do that" he said with a nod.

"Just, sit on the bed o-or something, I'll um, get changed" I said while heading towards my messy suitcase, shifting through the clothes to find something better to wear while Joseph sat on the end of the bed, laying back facing the ceiling with his hands across his stomach.

"Well as I was saying" he said with a laugh. "When you walked into the room, with that big sweater- you were swimming in it but god I thought you looked adorable" he sighed. "You sat next to me, and I remember hiding my pen, just so I could ask you to borrow one, and then when you laughed? I tried so hard to play it cool, but I don't think I did very well" he paused. "I mean how could I when someone as beautiful as you was smiling and laughing, and looking at me with those fucking eyes"

It was almost difficult listening to someone say so many nice things about me, to me, let alone hearing them from Joe himself. The man I had been crushing back on since the first time I saw him.

I smiled to myself listening to the sound of his voice while I finally found the clothes I wanted, a pair of green paperbag shorts and a white t shirt, something comfy enough to relax in, but loose enough to not sweat to death in. Joe was lost in thought, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye while I slipped out of my dress, removing my bra quickly, throwing on a soft bralette in it's place before tugging my shirt over my head. The movement of me untucking my hair from the collar made Joe turn to me briefly and he smiled.

I blushed, looking down bashfully as I tugged the shorts up my hips with a couple of hops. "Distracted?" I teased.

"M'always distracted when I look at you" he said sitting up, holding his hand out to me. I walked over to him slowly, taking his hand in mine.

He pulled me closer to him so I was now stood in-between his legs "How you feeling?" He asked, thumb smoothing over the back of my hand.

"Better" I said honestly. "Still a bit jittery, but better"

"Good" he said smiling.

"I um" I cleared my throat "I have a crush on you as well, by the way"

"I know" he laughed.

"What?" I scoffed "How?"

"You're a great actor when you're acting for the camera, but you're shit when you're with me" He laughed again and his smile spread, all too confident and cheeky. "Every scene we had together you'd tense every time I touched you, and when we had our kiss, I could just feel it"

"O-Oh" I was slightly embarrassed, but I think deep down I always knew that he had some sort of idea, it was getting impossible to hide. Maybe I was trying to hide it from myself more than I was from him. His hand left mine, both of them coming to the back of my thighs, squishing the skin there. I stumbled a little at his touch, my hands coming forward to catch myself on his shoulders.

"Are we going to keep pretending, or can I finally call you mine?"

"I mean we should probably go on a date first" I said jokingly, leaning forward to wrap my arms around his neck, his hands quick to land on my waist.

"Order room service, I'll take you our tomorrow, right now I just want to hold ya, and watch you get all shy when I say nice things about you" he said with a smirk, pulling me into him while he fell back onto the bed, pulling me up and next to him.

"You just want to get me in bed" I teased, playing with the collar of his suit jacket.

"Aren't you already?" he quipped.

I pushed at his shoulder playfully but he only tugged me closer, leaning so he could kiss me on the forehead.

"I'll go get changed while you order food yeah?"

I pouted, holding onto him a little tighter, already not wanting him to be far from me.

"I'll be five minutes, you wont even have time to miss me" he said while pushing some of my hair back and away from my face.

"Kiss me first?" I asked shyly.

Somehow this kiss felt different. We had kissed many times on set, and even had to have a heavy make out session for one scene. But right now, the way he slowly pressed his lips to mine; it made everything inside of me feel aligned, like he was missing from me and it almost took me too long to notice. I sighed happily into the kiss and he hummed in response, breaking away to give me a few extra light pecks before pulling himself from me.

"Five minutes" he said quietly, kissing me one more time before he left, a wide smile on his face.

#hellfiremunsonn #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Joseph Quinn fic #Joseph Quinn fluff #Stranger Things fic #Stranger Things Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn Stranger Things #Joseph Quinn x reader #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #Joseph Quinn fan fiction #Stranger Things fluff #Eddie Munson fluff

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infoglitch · 1 year ago

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My very bad takes on rwby ships (the well known ones atleast. And yes most are jaune)

(i do not represent anyone except myself so do not judge others based on me because if you do. That's YOUR problem. Not the peoples you think I represent)

Hoi! I think its time I get crucified. Kidding obviously. This community isn't completely toxic, that much is obvious. Now let's get the obvious ones out the way

Bmblb.

Ok... time for the one I don't wanna touch because I don't have nice things to say.

Ok first. I don't mind this ship. Wanna get that out of the way because unlike most would assume. I don't hate or love this ship.

BUT. I got problems with how it was made fucking cannon. First off, fuck you rt and your "from the beeginning". I don't fuckin care how much you try to cover your incompetent asses. If the pants don't fuckin fit. Don't fuckin wear them!

Second. There was no real build up (you can argue there was. But it wasn't good. Anyone could have done a better job than rt). The only real thing that could "prove" this was planned was that yang "flirted" with Blake. Now you might be saying-

"oh but she explained her trauma to Blake that clearly means shes interested in her" in which. NO. Yes this moment is VERY good basis to build off these twos dynamic. And if rt kept building onto this by having yang slowly break down Blake's wall before eventually getting her to open up, I would be applauding rt for it, hell I would be a fan of it probably because for these two, it fuckin works! Blake clearly is alot more reserved and is rather prickly meanwhile yang is the rambunctious, ass-whooping, badass, and overall awesome ball of joy (sounds weird saying especially since yang is my favorite character). yet rt dropped the fuckin ball the moment sun showed up. Now I love sun and i enjoy black sun. But for the love of GOD if this shit is from the beginning than this clearly proves it was fucking not!

After volume three who did blake spend most of the time with in menagerie and rt was clearly trying to push? Not bmblb! BLACK-FUCKING-SUN. Let's give a round of applause to RT for making the dumbest decision of saying bmblb was planned from the start because bitch it was not.

And what did we get for yang. Oh only her trauma from one losing an arm and the fact she has PTSD from it. Oh yeah let's not forget the fact yang had ABANDONMENT ISSUES. Yet the moment her and Blake meet back up suddenly it doesn't fuckin matter because Weiss managed to somehow fix it by telling yang that Blake had suffered as well (i know that's not exactly what happened but point is I fuckin HATE the scene where Blake rejoins the team and yang is just "OK! I totally still don't have problems with the fact you left me and the team at both my and our teams lowest moment." Personally fuck you rt)

.....where was I again? Oh yeah rwby ships. So before I fuckin lose it at rt's incompetence at story telling, developing a romance and character building- let's move on to..... whiterose.... SON OF A BIT-

Whiterose

Look does the fact I don't care for BB and the fact I hate white rose with such a burning passion make me look like a misogynistic homophobic asshole a bad thing? Yes. But I just can't enjoy this damn ship because I just find it so FUCKING BORING!

I get it, it's "opposites attract". But I just don't care because this is so boring and basic that I can't even be glad a gay ship is actually popular instead of the same boring straight pairings.

I don't care if ruby could help Weiss be less of a bitch. Because that troop has been done to fucking DEATH.

There's not even the fact that it be a middle finger to Weisses dad because guess what he's already got his comupance and is also you know, FUCKIN DEAD. There's no satisfaction from any of this ship for me. Is it a bad ship? Fuck no we aren't even going to cover THAT!

But do I like this ship and hope it'll be cannon? No. And if it is? I won't care and I'm not even gonna celebrate it. You can take a fat piss on my grave before I say whiterose becoming cannon is the only option.

Now what ship is next- oh. Oh no. It's the ship everyone enjoys.

Arkos

Look I'm already gonna get fuckin crucified for my opinion of WR and BB. I don't feel like pissing off even MORE people!

... ok fine I'm saying my opinion.

I don't care for this ship. I don't care for pyrrha and I'm actively glad she is dead.

I won't even elaborate because this ship is dead and will gladly piss on its grave.

Rest in piss arkos. Overrated as fuck!

Next up is... rose garden. Finally a ship I dont mind supporting... but also... one thats gonna be hard to say

Rose garden

Look... their just fuckin cinnamon rolls and I love it!

"but you hated arkos yet both jaune and pyrrha were cinna-"

Uhp! No! None of your bullshit. But I will explain.

I don't care for arkos because I don't care for the fact pyrrha has no development. Not even a personality. She was always "the one girl that has feelings for jaune" which don't get me wrong, jaunes one of my favorite characters but I prefer the character he would be shipped with are actually characters and not... cardboard.

Now thankfully Oscar does not suffer the same fate. He's not infatuated with ruby, he is just a "kid" who just found a wizard stuck in his head and now he's off into a war he never knew about. He was timid (batshit terrified even) and yet when he sees the courage shown by the cast he slowly tries to be like them. with the moment between ruby and Oscar being a moment I fuckin love. Oscar is being honest and asking ruby why, why does she keep fighting? Keep marching into a unknown war that could very well kill her. And ruby simply answers by admitting she Is aware she might die, she even lost good people during the fall of beacon but she kept going because she wanted to be a huntress, she wanted to HELP people.

One of the many reasons I love rose garden is because these two fuckin dorks grow WITH each other instead of the simple "oh I'm the love interest of the main character I'm gonna be a cardboard cutout of the character I should be!".

I can't put it into proper words but I just love rose garden.

Whiteknight

Wait... are we actually talking about white knight and not another ship that I probably don't care about and get crucified because of them?

FUCK YEAH!

Gentlemen and ladies. I am proud to say I am whiteknight trash because damnit I love this ship.

I will say it now this ship is the shit that gives my Tumblr account LIFE. And like rose garden I can't even find words to describe how this ship makes me my brain go up with dopamine. This ship is just my favorite ship. Weiss and jaune have had so much buildup. Starting with jaune being a idiot and trying to flirt with a very much more cold Weiss (HA) To Weiss laughing at jaunes reaction to his voice after the high of depression that was V9! The little smile jaune had as he heard Weiss giggle. To the mother fuckin mature scene that has skyrocketed to memehood! I just love this ship because it is just everything I want out of a romance subplot!

Knightshade

Oh... oh we already at some.... unpopular ships.

Now this isn't exactly ship related as pyrrha was to arkos but I just don't like Blake, so you might be thinking "oh then you must hate knightshade". Well..

You.

Are.

WRONG!

I don't know why I like it I just like knightshade. It's cute, it's got enough crack to make it a crack ship, and the memes! The. Fuckin. MEMES.

God I love knightshade.

Knightfall

So... how do I say this?

I love this ship. Not joking I love this. I'd be peeved if this became cannon but as syndrome once said

"OH COME ON! YOU GOTTA ADMIT THIS IS COOL!" (Man was a salty man and died like a BITCH)

As to why?

The

Fuckin

ANGST!

I could write an entire fanfic of jaune and cinder fighting each other for days on end until jaune fucking loses but instead of killing him cinder just lets him live. To continue to fight as she gets some sick enjoyment from the attention.

That's all. (Also cinder please choke me with your thighs-)

[GLITCH HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY BANNED.]

Alright I'll behave. No thirsting, now onto.... Lancaster.... you know I can't tell if I want to be killed or be celebrated as a fuckin gift because this list is bizarre as fu-

Lancaster

.... where do I begin?

Ok I should probably state this now. I love this fuckin ship despite how... cliche it really is. I want these two dorks to be fuckin happy but I just can't say whole hearted this is my otp. It's just not for me, I'm sorry. But as you all know I have written.. some.. Lancaster fanfics (I am absolute jaune shipper trash, you can Bury me before I say any jaune ship is terrible except THAT! Even arkos ain't bad just overrated!)

But... yes I like this ship that why I'm writing fanfics in the first place I like alot of jaune ships (despite how much I hate THAT!) Because we'll most female characters that I pair with jaune have atleast some form of interaction. (Except silent knight. I just like that one because I like the "small murderous and tall gentle" dynamic. But we aren't covering silent knight.)

Now thats all I could say for Lancaster but there's one more sister that I wanna talk about but first.

For runner up on this list. Drum roll please.

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Thank you-

.....

Huh I guess that drummer wasn't as dumb-

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Ok fuck you, your fired!

Now for runner up on this list (mainly because I like it but I don't have much to say-)

Martial arcs

(ha bet y'all rat bastards weren't expecting me to list a gay ship that I liked.)

Now all I have to say is.

🎶let them be fucking gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!~

OH YEAH!��

Now onto... my favorite one thats not white knight. The one, the only, the truest form of "what the fuck is glitch snorting"-

Dragon slayer

This is the one ship that has continued to be a ship I love dearly.

To me yang and jaune feel like they would be each other's wing(wo)man and would just be an ride to watch.

There wasn't even any evidence in why this ship could happen. But I still love it. Y'all can call it "just a write inserting themselves as jaune" but let me say this.

Dragon slayer is the Pinnacle of the most wholesome moments! Not even Lancaster can compare to the intimacy of this ship and yes! I AM TALKING OUT OF MY ASS BECAUSE I LOVE THIS STUPID SHIP AND AINT NO ONE TELLING ME I SHOULD BE ASHAMED!

....

Ok I think that's enough talking about Rwby ships for one Day because I've caused three things.

1) probably pissed off arkos, BB, and WR shipers.

2) weirded out quite literally everyone with my batshit insanity.

3) probably started a debate on what I mean when I say "THAT!"

Anyway have a great day/night/or what other time it is bitches, bros, and non-binary rat bastards

I'm off to get crucified because OH BOY did I probably poke the bear.

#rwby ships #rwby lancaster #rwby white knight #rwby arkos #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade #rwby whiteknight #rwby whiterose #rwby bumbleby #rwby bmblb #rwby rosegarden #my opinions are terrible.#rwby knightfall #rwby #martial arcs

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lukadrienmonth · 7 months ago

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Hello Lukadrien lovers!

I’m @sasuhinasno1fan and if you’ve participated in Lukadrien June before, you might of seen my name pop up a few times in submissions. Lukadrien June had been run by @buggaberryy, who is amazing, but recently announced that they’ll no longer be running it.

First, please give a big round of applause to @buggaberry for the hard work they did each year drawing the calendar and leaving so many heart warming tags on the reblogs of submissions. While they’re not in the ML fandom anymore, I know the fandoms they are now apart of now have gained an amazing artist and an incredibly kind person.

As members of the discord connected @lukadrien-june, I really didn’t want to lose this event, even if I don’t watch the show anymore, so me, @andraedevanee and @youronlyhalloweenking have decided to take over the event. It is the first time we’re all doing this, so please bear with us as we figure this out. We have also decided to change the event slightly. In 2022, there were weekly theme prompts in addition to the daily. We thought to ease our way back in, we’d do 15 days instead of the normal 30. That means every other day, there will be a prompt.

As such, the rules for the event!

This is a salt free event. This includes harsh criticisms of the show, characters, ships or fandoms involved. Any kind of hate will not be tolerated and will not be reblogged. Please be respectful.

We ask that there be no poly ships that include Lukadrien. There are other events that would cover ships such as those and we want to focus on just these two. Feel totally free to have other couples in your posts, but we ask the main focus be on Lukadrien.

As such, alternate personas of the boys are allowed, so feel free to add them in.

The tags for this event are #lukadrienmonth, #lukadrienjune2024, #lukadrienjune. We also ask that you tag the blog @lukadrienmonth

We will allow NSFW, but please have it under ‘Keep Reading’ line and properly tag it with #lukadreinmonthNSFW

Fics, art, playlists, edits, cosplay and other creative mediums are all welcome. Please make sure to tag us properly so we can reblog your hard work.

And finally, have fun! You don’t have to post everyday or even use the prompts given for the day it’s assigned.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask! You might ask something we might not have thought of, so please. Also, prompts will go up on May 1st, so please keep an eye out. We can’t wait to see what you come up with!

#lukadrien #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous adrien #miraculous luka

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im-s0rry · 6 months ago

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WALL-BREAKER - GRIMM'S 200 POST EXTRAVAGANZA!

Hallow one and all! It seems like only yesterday I hit one hundred posts and made some art for the occasion of my golden girl, Sketchit. But now, a new milestone has been hit. I'd like to take this occasion to share with all of you the Tumbal Retake, news for the blog, special thanks, and of course. . .

WALL-BREAKER

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Firstly, I'd like to take the time to detail Tumbal's backstory has I have not delved into it all that much on the Blog. The story starts with a pre-Secret Boss Tumbal as an optimistic actor ready to put their best foot, or root in this case, forward. He eventually got a role as an Outlaw in a western, which was the first project that good ol' Mr. Rook Action was directing. All went well until the day of shooting, where a freak accident occurred. Tumbal was shot with what the crew thought was a prop gun. As the shot rang out through the set, the cast and crew ran out, ignoring the body of Tumbal in the process. That is where he found himself, a bullet through his heart on his deathbed with no one to remember his legacy. . .Until a figure appeared to Tumbal. He told him that his time was not over just yet, as well as a new way of seeing the world, as a performance put on to entertain the higher beings. . .After that, Tumbal was left alone in that set for years, rotting into what he is today. He now uses any props he can scavenge as puppets to lure in Darkners to make friends with them, before brutally tearing them apart. This is the state The Fun Gang finds Tumbal in on their journey through Homewood. . .

Secondly, as I did with Sketchit, I'd like to explain how WALL-BREAKER would sound as a song. Of course, the song would use motifs from Battle Against a True Hero and Your Best Nightmare as well as using the Freedom Motif. The song would have a very frantic feel to it, shown through the pacing and use of the instruments. Throughout the song, some sort of banjo or guitar would be played over the track, being used for the beginning and even the Freedom Motif. The song would also reference the lietmotifs of Tenna and Rook's battle themes, in reference to his backstory. Near the end, the song would basically go insane and lose all rhyme or reason and eventually end with the sound of the banjo used in the song being smashed to pieces as an ominous voice laughs in the distance.

Next, I would like to discuss a few posts that will be made in the near future and changes to a few of my Secret Bosses. Firstly, Pocket Sand will be continuing containing the one and only Rouxls Kaard as well as Sketchit! This will be out around next week, or whenever I have time to write it. Secondly, I will be moving a few of my bosses to a group I like to call the Misfits. These bosses are ones that are basically the only part of their AUs, which will include people such as Funn N. Gaems, Fredde-E, Rustflare, Inkwel, and the other Chapter Three Secret Boss takes I made that one time. This will not mean that they will disappear, only that they have a new group name and could potentially be moved out of The Misfits if I find their stories interesting. . . Thirdly, as always, The Ask Box is wide open for anyone to throw questions, suggestions, or anything else at my characters and myself. You can literally ask any of my Deltarune based characters. The sky's the limit.

Finally, I want to give a huge round of applause to all of the people who have helped me along my journey as an artist and as a member of the Secret Boss Fandom. @mercair , you bring so many wonderful ideas and designs to the table and your characters are always a delight to draw and design for. Rest assured, you're not getting rid of my System or our nonsense at your expense any time soon. @creepa-b0t-inc , you have been an amazing part of this community, working on so many amazing projects yet still finding time to help smaller creators, such as myself. I am so glad that I know someone such as yourself and it's been amazing knowing you. @glitch-the-artist , you are an amazing traditional artist that I have adored for so long. Your work and dedication to your craft has inspired my own work and my own aspirations to get better at art. @almightyaxolotlz , I want to give you the most sincere "thank you" I could possibly muster up for being the voice of Sketchit. Thank you so much for caring about this character as much as you do and not letting Chapter X fall to the wayside. @mrchaosman , you have so much potential and so many great ideas. You're honestly an unsung hero of the community and you deserve a lot more respect for the dedication you bring to the Secret Boss Community. @petra-creat0r , you're one of the most talented artists I know and never fail to bring a sincere smile to my face. Your love for your characters and this community is inspiring and I can't wait to see what you do next. Any to everyone I did not mention, I just want to say, thank you. Thank you for inspiring me to continue being a member of this community and for allowing me to get where I am now. Thank you so much, all of you. Now, I should probably get to replying to some posts right about now. . .Goodfright to you all!

-Best Regards, Jackal.

Thanks for everything.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss #deltarune fan character #secret boss #deltarune chapter 3 #tumbal #WALL-BREAKER #secret boss oc #Thank you #Thank you so much everyone #I can't even begin to describe how much you all mean to me.#Just. . .thanks guys. . .#Cheers to the next hundred!

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simchanel · 3 months ago

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“WILDER THOUGHTS” a late night talk show hosted by retired movie star and Del Sol Valley socialite James Wilder. Tonight special guest appearances and exclusive interviews with Jesse Foster and Sophia Blake, and special look at trailer for their new movie “Between Us”

[Opening Scene]

James Wilder: (smiling at the camera) “Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Wilder Thoughts. Tonight, we have a show that’s going to be absolutely wild! Our guest tonight is none other than the incredibly talented Jesse Foster, who is here to talk about his recent divorce and share his side of the story. Later, we’ll be joined by his co-star, the fabulous Sophia Blake, to discuss their new film Between Us. Please give a big round of applause for Jesse Foster!”

[The audience applauds and cheers as Jesse Foster walks onto the stage, looking composed. He shakes hands with James Wilder and takes a seat.]

Wilder: (grinning) “Jesse, my man! Great to have you here. How are you holding up? You look like a million simoleons!”

Jesse Foster: (chuckling) “Thanks, James. It’s been a rough patch, but I’m here, and I’m doing my best.”

Wilder: “We appreciate you being here. So, your recent divorce has been the talk of the town. How are things going for you on that front?”

Foster: (taking a deep breath) “It’s been tough, James. I made some mistakes, but all I can do is own up to them, apologize, and do better going forward. It’s all about healing now, especially for my kids. My children and co-parenting relationship with Lennon are my top priority’s right now.”

Wilder: “That’s great to hear, Jesse. Now, you’ve face a lot of backlash during this whole process, how are you dealing with it?”

Foster: “Being critiqued is a part of the job description, and I made some bad choices, but that doesn’t make me a bad guy.”

Wilder: “Well said, Jesse. We’re only human. Speaking of humans let bring out another one of my favorite humans, your co-star in upcoming film “Between Us”, everyone, please welcome the amazing Sophia Blake!”

[The audience applauds and cheers as Sophia Blake walks onto the stage, looking elegant and still sporting her blonde look. She shakes hands with James Wilder and sits next to Jesse Foster.]

Wilder: “Sophia, you look stunning! Great to have you here. And I see you’re still rocking the blonde look from the movie. How’s that working out for you?”

Sophia Blake: (smiling) “Thank you, James. It’s been fun to stay blonde for a bit longer. It’s a different vibe, but I’m enjoying it.”

Wilder: “Well, you pull it off! Now, tell us about “Between Us”. What’s the story, and what was it like working on this film with Jesse?”

Blake: “So, “Between Us” is a about an art collector who has just been left by his fiancée and an art intern who helps him rediscover his love for art. It’s about healing, passion, finding new beginnings, and the transformative power of love and art.”

Wilder: “That sounds incredible. And I have to ask, the two of you had some ‘interesting’ moments off-screen that made headlines. How did you manage to keep things professional after that?”

[The audience laughs and reacts.]

Blake: “It was definitely a unique challenge, but we stayed focused on our work. Our priority was always to deliver the best performances we could.”

Foster: “Exactly. Despite the personal drama, we knew we had to stay professional and make a great film. And I think we did just that.”

Wilder: “I have to commend you both on handling it with such grace. It can’t be easy to work together after all that, but it seems like you two have made it work.”

Blake: “Thank you, James. It wasn’t easy, but you know what they say, “the show must go on” (laughs). But really these characters had a wonderful story we had to tell, and I think the film speaks for itself.”

Wilder: “I’m sure the audience can’t wait to see it. Thank you both for being here and sharing your stories. Between Us hits theaters soon, and we wish you both the best moving forward.”

[The audience applauds as the camera zooms out, showing the set and the guests.]

Wilder: “Stay tuned for more fun and surprises on Wilder Thoughts after this commercial break!”

[The show fades to a commercial break.]

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bbybearcubbs · 1 year ago

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A Budding Friendship [Pt.1]

〖Warnings〗➤ None

〖Pairing〗⥤ Jungwon x Fem!Reader

〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff

〖Word count〗⥤ 2.3K

〖Networks〗⥤ @kflixnet @k-films @k-labels

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Description: There's a new student transferring into your class today. Is there a future with him beyond merely classmates? What about Friends? Or Best friends? Maybe even lovers? Or will you become enemies? You're the one who decides :)

Italics + Bold when characters are speaking English

Italics only when they're speaking Korean

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I sat at my desk with my earbuds in while doodling in my notebook waiting for homeroom to start. A few taps on my right shoulder brought my attention to my classmate sitting next to me. I look over at her with a raised eyebrow and she points towards the front of the class. I look towards the front and see our homeroom teacher settling the class down.

Next to her stood a tall boy with short, straight black hair. He wore a dark blue sweater over a white button down shirt and black slacks. When Ms. Brisk clears her throat I take out my earbuds and put them in my pocket. "Good morning everyone!" Ms. Brisk greets us and we greet her in return. "Today I have Yang Jungwon here with me." she says gesturing towards the black haired boy we now know as Jungwon.

Ms. Brisk continued "He is one of the students that transferred here as part of the foreign exchange program. He will spend the next three years with us!" Ms. Brisk smiled gleefully. She loves that the school is doing this program. Her exact words were: 'It's things like this that make being a teacher so much more fulfilling!'

There were multiple 'Oh's' and curious whispers around the classroom but it fell silent again when Ms. Brisk cleared her throat. She turns toward Jungwon and speaks "Jungwon please introduce yourself to the class" Jungwon nodded at Miss before turning his attention to the class. "Hello...my name is Jungwon. I from Korea and it nice meet you all" Jungwon said with a nervous smile.

He spoke in broken English and his accent wasn't unnoticeable but you could clearly see he was trying his best. I couldn't help but smile. I could tell working with him wouldn't be a hassle. "Is that all Ms. Brisk?" one of the students at the back of the class asked. "No there's one more thing" Ms. Brisk began "As you all know, one student from every form was selected to be the exchange student's mentor" she explained.

"Miss Y/n L/n from our class was chosen to be Jungwon's mentor! Please give her a round of applause!" Ms. Brisk exclaimed and I couldn't help but blush when the class clapped. "Thank you Miss" I smiled sheepishly standing and walking to the front of the class. I turn towards Jungwon and bow and he does too.

"Annyeonghaseyo I'm Y/n L/n and I'm your mentor here at [Name of college]." I say holding out my hand to Jungwon. Jungwon visibly relaxes a bit before taking my hand and shaking it. "Thank you for agreeing to be my mentor. I'll try my best to not be a burden to you." He smiles "It's no trouble at all" I return his smile with my own.

"As you all can see Y/n speaks fluent Korean, which is why Jungwon was put into our class and why she was chosen as his mentor" Ms. Brisk explains and the class responds with a few enthusiastic 'Oh's' "Y/n none of us knew you spoke Korean" someone from the back said. "Well no one ever asked" I laughed "I lived in Korea for the first half of my life, I consider it my mother tongue"

"Y/n take Jungwon to his seat while I call the roll" Ms. Brisk instrucks and I nod. I beckon Jungwon to follow me and direct him to his seat, which was to the left of mine. We sit down and Ms. Brisk begins roll call. Everyone responds to their name being called including me. "...and lastly, Yang Jungwon" Miss says looking over at Jungwon.

"Present" Jungwon responds quietly and Ms. Brisk raises an eyebrow at him. "A little louder Jungwon" I say and Jungwon blushes from embarrassment. "Present!" He says, a bit too loud this time and I choked trying not to laugh. The rest of the class weren't as nice and they all erupted in laughter. Ms. Brisk chuckles and checks his name off the roll list.

Jungwon hung his head in embarrassment and I put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Jungwon. Your English will improve in no time!" I reassure him and Jungwon smiles. "Thanks Y/n" he says. "What major are you by the way?" he asks me. "I'm a music major" I reply. "Me too!" He says excitedly. "That's awesome! Most of our classes will be the same then" I say, equally as excited.

"What's your next class?" I ask him putting my earpods in their charging case. "One second" Jungwon says rummaging through his bookbag. "Ok got it!" he says pulling out a paper. "I have...Music Theory and Com...Combositon?" Jungwonattempted to read his class name in English. He looked at me with hopeful eyes and I chuckled.

"You absolutely butchered the word "Composition" but good work," I said, and Jungwon sighed. "How is it pronounced?" he asked. "You say it like..."Composition"..." I answered, stressing the 'po' and 'tion' so he'd understand better. "Combositon?" he tried again. "Composition" "Combosition?" "You're close, try again" "C-Combositon? Ugh this is difficult." Jungwon sighs, frustrated at his own mispronunciation.

"You'll get it with practice" I assure him in an attempt to ease his frustrations. "I hope so. What class do you have next?" He asks me putting the paper back into his bookbag. "I have Music Theory and Composition too." I reply. "How will I manage in the classes we don't have together?" He asks with a nervous laugh and I chuckle.

"I'm sure you'll manage. You can understand English well enough when someone speaks it right?" I asked. "I'd say I do." "Then you can just write down whatever the professor says in Korean and I'll help you translate it when it's time to practice your English." I explain to Jungwon. "That sounds like a smart plan" he replies. "We just need to figure out when that'll be."

"We can make a schedule" I suggest and Jungwon nods. Just then the bell rings indicating the end of homeroom. "Those of you who don't have class with me next can proceed to your respective classes." Ms. Brisk dimisses us and we all leave the classroom. I lead Jungwon to our next class and we take our seats and wait for the professor to arrive.

Throughout the day I showed Jungwon to his classes and helped introduce him to his classmates and professors. I explained his lack of English knowledge so the professors could be a little easier on him, especially in the classes we didn't have together. Jungwon and I agreed to meet in front of the music room after school, which is where his last class of the day is.

"I'll see you guys later okay?" I say to my friend as I put my books away. "Where are you heading? You normally hang out with us after classes" my friend Jay says. He was also a music major. We only know each other because I'm taking a class meant for juniors. "I have plans today" I say throwing my bookbag over my shoulder and exiting the classroom.

"Y/n L/n has plans? Since when did you have any other friends besides us?" My other friend Lee Heeseung joins the conversation between Jay and I. He normally meets us outside our last class of the day since he's a senior. "I was picked to be the exchange student's mentor remember? I'm meeting him outside the music room to plan a schedule" I explain to the two older males.

"Also that was rude. I have other friends besides the two of you, you know" I spin around and stick my tongue out at Heeseung before spinning back around to face forward again. "I know I know, I was just kidding Nin-nie" Heeseung says. "Your mentee is a guy? I wanna meet him" Jay chimes in and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. Just don't scare him, he's shy" I tell them. Jay and Heeseung have a knack for scaring off any guy that approaches me, whether it's to be friends or because they're romantically interested in me. Only a few of my male friends have managed to 'Pass the test' as the two idiots like to say. "If he's a good person he won't be scared." Jay says making me roll my eyes again.

"I know you just rolled your eyes," Jay says, and I look back at him with a smirk. Before either of the two men had time to notice, I took off running. "HEY! Y/N L/N GET BACK HERE!" Heeseung yells, taking off after me. I laugh and run through the halls towards the music room. I turn the corner and the familiar wooden doors come into view.

I spot Jungwon standing near the door and call out to him. "Hey Jungwon!" I yell waving and he waves back but stops when he glances behind me. When I got to where Jungwon stood I bent over holding my knees to catch my breath. Heeseung and Jay made it soon after, huffing and sweating. "Yah! Why'd you run off?!" Heeseung asks between huffs making me burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" Jay says making me laugh harder. "It's not my fault you two are out of shape." I say calming down my laughter. "I'm not! Maybe Jay is, but not me!" Heeseung reacts defensively. "Excuse me? You're the ancient one!" Jay retaliates. "I'm literally only 22!" Heeseung shoots back and the two start bickering.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face a very confused Jungwon. "Don't mind those two idiots." I say to him and Jungwon laughs. "I'm not an idiot" Heeseung and Jay say in unison, stopping bickering to defend themselves. "Heeseung, Jay, this is Jungwon, the exchange student I'm mentoring." I introduce Jungwon to the guys.

"Jungwon this is Heeseung and Jay, two of my friends. They're also music majors and certified idiots when they aren't being aces at music" I introduce the guys to Jungwon. "Jay is the idiot not me" Heeseung says. "You speak Korean?" Jungwon asks Heeseung and Heeseung nods. "Y/n and I met when she lived in Korea, and we've been friends ever since." Heeseung explains.

"He's originally from Korea but his family moved away a few years before mine moved back here and we met up again at college." I chime in and Jungwon nods his head in understanding. "Excuse me but I'm feeling ignored" Jay says and Heeseung nudges him in the ribs. "This guy is Jay. I met him when he first entered the college." Heeseung says.

"Hey" Jay says to Jungwon who whispers a quiet 'Hello'. "Alright you two idiots can leave now. Jungwon and I have to get to the library." I say turning the two around and pushing them away. "Can't we come with you?" Jay asks. "No. You'll just distract us with your bickering" I answer "We don't bicker all the time" Jay tries to convince me. "We kind of do" Heeseung says.

"I didn't ask for your help." Jay says through gritted teeth. "Well my bad" Heeseung rolls his eyes. "I don't see your pea-sized brain thinking of a clever way to convince her though." Heeseung pokes Jay's forehead. "As if you could do any better!" Jay jabs back at Heeseung and I let out an exasperated grunt.

"See what I mean? You guys aren't coming. Now good. Bye. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Tell Sunoo I said hi" I say turning around and walking back to Jungwon before the two can try to convince me again. "They seem like good friends" Jungwon says when I get back to him. "Yeah. I'm glad I have them, even though they can be a handful sometimes" I laugh.

"I can see that" Jungwon laughs. "So where are we headed?" He asks me rocking back and forth in his heels. "The campus library." I say and walk past Jungwon, who follows behind me. Jungwon and I make it to the library and find an empty table to sit at. We ended up spending a few hours at the library, successfully making a schedule that worked around both of ours.

We stayed a little longer so I could help Jungwon translate his notes into English. I helped him with certain phrases and words he didn't understand and taught him the basics of grammar, which he sucked at. But with practice he's sure to get better. He picks up things quickly. A fast learner, which makes things easier for both of us.

"Thank you so much Y/n. I can't express how grateful I am for everything you're doing for me" Jungwon says. "I told you before it's no problem. I'm happy to help. It helps that you're such a fast learner." I say and Jungwon smiles sheepishly. "Here" I say handing Jungwon my phone. "Why're you giving me your phone?" He asks looking at me confused.

"Let's exchange numbers, that'll make things a lot easier" I say. Jungwon's eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink. "O-Oh- Yeah sure" he stutters and takes my phone. I giggle at his cute reaction. Jungwon wasn't a bad looking guy. In fact he was quite handsome. Without realizing it, I found myself staring at Jungwon.

"Okay here" Jungwon says snapping me out of my daze. He hands me my phone with his newly entered number. "Thanks. Now I gotta get going. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" I say and begin walking away. "I'll walk to the gates with you" Jungwon says and I nod.

We walk to the gates together and leave campus. The sun was just beginning to set which cast a soft orange glow over everything. "Thanks again for the help Y/n! See you tomorrow!" Jungwon waves. "See ya!" I wave back and turn around heading home.

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mannatea · 1 month ago

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it's super fun to watch people argue on other webbed sites about ffix because i remain completely and utterly separate from them. and you might be thinking, "sure, it makes sense not to comment on threads from 20 years ago on old forums" which is of course TRUE. however, these discussions also take place on modern reddit and even in youtube comments, and while i am not usually shy about commenting there (especially reddit, i have like 12k karma) there is approximately zero chance of me engaging in discussion with people who don't actually want to discuss anything.

the rest is under a cut bc i'm ranting lmfdsafhdsalfjds

i could absolutely reply to them and say something like, "aCTUalLY your reading comprehension is dogshit; i'm sorry you don't understand what words mean when they make a complete sentence. please get help" buuuuut that's just insulting and doesn't help anyone. i could also actually explain why they're wrong, and probably in one complete sentence, but they are just absolutely enthralled by their own opinion and have zero desire to read mine. also, they'd have to read the wHOLE sentence and i've already established the fact that a lot of these people can't do that.

the amount of absolutely buckwild takes i've seen where the person talking is willfully ignorant or (quite honestly) just plain stupid and incapable of critical thinking is...not surprising. what IS surprising is how many people base their takes off of their own piss-poor memory of the game. like buddy...at no point did steiner call beatrix a kiss-ass, suck-up, or brown-noser. he just mentioned that she was trying to one-up him. slightly different. context. words have meaning. etc.

ALSO SURPRISING: the amount of hate and vitriol based on shit like "steiner is ugly" or "eiko is annoying" is crazy to me. for some godforsaken reason the beatrix haters (all very proud to be considered such, i assure you) love to show up on every discussion or even mention of beatrix to talk about how they (you guessed it!) hate her. okay??? you do you but i have better things to do with my life than hate fictional characters.

and you might be like, "but manna, you're a beatrix stan. you've loved her since you were like 14! of course you'd notice that!!!!" but buddy my pal my GUY my fRIEND these takes are about basically every single character who had more than a few lines in the game. the garnet slander is insane. people making fun of 'dagger' as a nickname? talking about how she's stupid for feeling love for the mother who raised her and loved her for years?? people WILDLY overreacting about zidane's supposed lechery? brooooo he seems over the top when you're like, 12, but replay the game and there's barely a mention of it. also the "ooh soft" scene was an accident 100%, i've known that since i was a child.

don't even get me started on eiko and how people act like she's some kind of demon even though she's a LITERAL SIX YEAR OLD GIRL WHO LOST HER FAMILY AND WAS RAISED BY FUCKING MOOGLES like? hello??? of course she does the wildest shit. GOOD FOR HER. i support her wrongs. and also that love letter. dumbest idea ever but watching her prance around the castle getting doctor tot's help was ENDEARING, RIGHT? like, she was trying her best! and she grew as a character!

so did steiner! and garnet! and zidane! and BEATRIX! sorry the game didn't hold everyone's widdle hands and be like okayyy so now steiner realizes that blind loyalty is BAD, okay? and now he's going to make some choices of his own because he's learned that he's allowed to be his own person and have his own thoughts and opinions about things. one of those choices is going to be beatrix but that's not him regressing in character development at all; that's him declaring to protect someone OF HIS CHOOSING (rather than someone he's sworn to protect through fealty). let's all give steiner a big round of applause in the steiner+beatrix+mistodon scene for making his first big VERY PERSONAL CHOICE even though we may not personally agree with it or even think it came out of nowhere!!!

don't get me started on the others.

nobody's character development was subtle but it's like some of the fans of the game have negative media literacy and just say the dARNDEST things (but in a way that makes you smartly log off rather than start typing up a comment to them directly).

like i just genuinely cannot believe some of the stuff i've seen.

don't get me wrong, i've seen some great discussion too--about worldbuilding and timelines and the genomes and on and on.

i'm just gobsmacked at how many takes aren't like "haha dumb" but are like, "i'm not sure you're literate" dumb. then again, it's shocking how many people can't or won't put themselves into the shoes of another character. like they could have a gun to their head and be told to try and explain why steiner is the way he is and they'd just say it's because he's ugly.

which is like. concerning. not because i think steiner as a fictional man has rights*, but if they can't even figure out basic bitch character development 101 for a cartoon man in a 20+ year old video game, how do they like. live life? engage with other media that's more subtle? yipes.

*he should be allowed to say fuck, tbh

anyway it's just really funny to see these whole ass conversations going on in other spaces and be like, you're all wrong and bad at reading comprehension but it's none of mY business

while i run to tumblr to have a giggle about it for my 3 followers to read

#some bad takes i can at least kind of understand where they're coming from #but so many of them are just SO STUPID LOL

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checkoutmybookshelf · 2 years ago

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Exploring Adaptation and Bridgerton

There comes a point where a girl can't deny she has engaged in a fandom. It probably is well before you start writing fic (you can find The Polin Fic on Ao3), but y'know, here we are. Let's talk Bridgerton.

Ok, couple things right off the top.

We are not dealing with either The Duke and I or S1 of Bridgerton on Netflix. We are not dealing with *THAT* scene and it's complete disregard for consent. Find that somewhere else on the internet, it's a big place.

We are literally only talking about The Viscount Who Loved Me and Romancing Mr. Bridgerton. They're the only books I've read, and at this point they're the only books in this series I care to read. That means we'll also chat about S2 of Netflix's Bridgerton.

Ok, with the ground rules established, let's jump on in!

I think the reasonable place to start here is with Kate. I watched Bridgerton the Netflix series before reading The Viscount Who Loved Me, and Kates Sheffield and Sharma are objectively not the same woman. They wouldn't even LIKE each other. Kate Sharma is self-assured, confident, driven, and quite frankly, a force of nature when she wants to be. Kate Sharma understands that not only is she a grown ass woman but also that if she does not get in gear and go for her goals, they ain't happening. You guys, I freaking love Kate Sharma.

By contrast, Kate Sheffield is a blond, blue-eyed, infantilized debutante with some serious unresolved PTSD. I was not at all sorry to see that Shondaland did away with THAT library scene and THAT bee sting scene. I think that the show did both of them way better, and I will never be mad when an adaptation takes an adult female character and lets her ACT like an adult. I also appreciated the shift from creepy Anthony trying to *checks notes* suck the venom out of the bee sting to a full-blown panic attack. It subverted a highly gendered trope and put both Kate and Anthony on a much more even and human footing. It was also--and I cannot stress this enough--so much LESS CREEPY than the book scene. Anthony describing what he was doing in detail while the reader is told but not shown that he's panicky left several different flavors of bad taste in my mouth. Kate Sharma showing actual dimensionality in her strength in the show in this scene as Anthony goes fully nonverbal is objectively a stronger scene that does far more to develop the characters.

Generally speaking, Anthony Bridgerton is Anthony Bridgerton in both the show and the book, with maybe some of the high-and-mighty, self-righteous edges sanded off for the show. He's a regency era Viscount, there's not a whole lot you can do with him in adaptation. Show Anthony is my preference because he has some of the high-handedness sanded off, and because Jonathan Bailey is extremely nice to look at. I don't even hate the S1 (*gasp* she mentioned Bruno!) sideburns and hair, they had a very 1995 Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy vibe that I was willing to lean into. I honestly don't have a whole lot else to say about Anthony, so let's move on and hope that maybe we get an S3 release date before I get to the end of this post.

I actually thoroughly enjoyed the fluffy confection that is Romancing Mr. Bridgerton, which makes it much harder to talk about than The Viscount Who Loved Me. I suppose the biggest difference between the book and what the show is setting up for Polin is in the stakes. The book stakes are arguably extremely low; the consequences for being Lady Whistledown in the book are essentially a round of polite applause and some deep-seated rage that Cressida freaking Cowper would dare to take credit for Penelope's work. And frankly, I was 100% with Penelope on that one. The show cannot possibly roll with that ending (or if they do, they're going to disappoint everyone) because Penelope has pissed off a reigning monarch, and that has, historically, gone poorly. So I think the show is setting up to give Colin real, concrete reasons to be pissed as hell when it comes out that Penelope is Whistledown, and to actually make the pair work for their romance. And for all I enjoyed the fluff in the book, I am a sucker for multiple layers of increasingly high stakes and I hope the show really goes ham on the payoff for this setup. Frankly, I want Colin to be absolutely furious with Penelope and still ready to sneak her out of England if the Queen decides that Lady Whistledown is too dangerous to leave at liberty.

In terms of how Colin himself changes in the show, I'm fairly cool with the "I am a bottomless pit where is the food" aspect of Colin's character being quietly left behind. I think we can do more interesting things with our male characters than that. However, like many of the people who have both read the book and kept up with the show, I am WORRIED about how much Colin's writing has been downplayed. Yes, he and Penelope have a correspondence, and clearly they mean a lot to each other, but writing letters does not necissarily set up Colin's journals and the writing relationship that the two develop in the book. It's so, so wildly uncommon for game to recognize game and form a partnership of equals in skill in regency romance novels, and that was one of the things I loved about Romancing Mr. Bridgerton. I also loved that Colin, not Penelope, was the less experienced newbie of the writing partnership.

Not that the book didn't complicate this issue, because Julia Quinn didn't hesitate for a millisecond to slot Penelope into the historical role of "uncredited, unpaid, and historically unknown editor and 80% of the reason that history remembers the husband who's name is on the cover of the book." And that SUCKS for Penelope.

That takes me really smoothly into the thing that I love most about what Nicola Coughlan brings to Penelope in the show. She has an edge, a little more willingness to take risks, and that really makes me believe that the Penelope of the show could be behind the edgier, sharper, WAY riskier Whistledown. I am excited to see what they do with Polin in S3!

#julia quinn #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #penelope featherington #penelope bridgerton #colin bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #polin #kanthony #bridgerton season 2 #the viscount who loved me #romancing mister bridgerton #romancing mr. bridgerton #book recommendations #books & libraries #books and reading #regency romance

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datoneboardedguy · 1 year ago

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Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Book: 2 Chapter: 1 Meltingpoint Raid!

Three years later-

White Lotus Guard POV:

“Every action also has an equal & opposite reaction, Varrick’s Third Law.” My instructor says as he’s giving me tour of the prison & I replied with a simple “ uh hm.” answer as he continues as we’re on our way to check on the prisoner “if you want take a break i break your legs by Earthbending rock spikes through your knees! Action, Reaction.” I sigh “I get it, no breaks!” “THAT’S RIGHT, NO BREAKS! & you know why?!” “Because if you give breaks nobody will be here to listen to your long winded speeches?” “NO!.. It’s our job’s to keep our prisoner locked up at all times!” As we arrive at the giant prisoner cell door I curiously ask “What could this prisoner have possibly done to warrant us never taking any breaks?” “Well ’AS YOU KNOW!..”- “Actually I don’t know, that’s why you’re telling me.” -“DO NOT INTERRUPT YOUR SUPERIOR WHEN HE’S MONOLOGUING!” Sighs “Yes sir, sorry sir.” “AND DO YOU SIGH WHEN YOU RELUCTANTLY KISS MY A!”- “YES, SIR!” “THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO HEAR! Now, where was I? Ah yes, the prisoner’s committed horrific crimes. He’s murdered several World Leaders, assaulted & murdered dozens of innocent gua!-” As he finally finished his monologue he noticed that I dozed off to sleep & just sighed “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. WAKE UP YA FLATWORM-MAGGOT!” “WHA-W-WHAT! So what were you saying? Sorry I must’ve of dozed off..” “Ugh I was saying..”- *DING!* “What the?”- *BOOOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!…*

Everything’s hazy & my ears are ringing. I start to regain my sight as see that everyone’s else is dead on the floor & I see a hooded slender looking phantom slicing up my new recruit.

(Author note: sorry for the bad quality drawing, it been drawn on a smartphone.. ☹️)

Third Person POV:

The phantom then walks over to & opens the giant prison cell door, the prisoner asks the intruder “You’re interrupting my meditation?..” then the mysterious phantom breaks the prisoner’s chained restraints & asks the prisoner “Early Parole.-“ The surviving White Lotus Guard interrupted the phantom by shouting “NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!” As he makes a move to try & earthbend the prisoner slices the guard’s head clean off with his chains, spraying out tons of blood all over the phantoms suit he quickly wipes the fresh blood off of his face as resumes to ask the prisoner “So.. you interested?..” then the prisoner steps out of dark cell to reveal it’s Zaheer & simply replies “I’m In.”

Korra’s POV:

“I can’t do this, it’s too much!” Ikki says “Don’t give up!” Then Jinora says “You can go on, I believe in you Korra!” I close my eyes & try to eat another final few mini cabbage balls in my bowl before my opponent finishes his, as I eat the first one Meelo quickly shouts “REMEMBER, BE THE CABBAGE BALL KORRA!” I nearly vomited all 19 of them straight back out after hearing that but I managed to swallow them all down & proceeded to eat the next one as my opponent just eats his second last cabbage ball, then I eat the final cabbage ball I struggled at first but barely managed to swallow it down then my opponent attempted to eat his while he had managed to eat his final cabbage ball at first he ultimately fails to actually swallow it & he vomits all 21 of his cabbage balls onto the floor. Then the announcer blows his whistle & says “& OUR VERY OWN AVATAR TAKES & CLAIMS THE TITLE CABBAGE BALL CHAMPION & IS THE WINNER OF THE CABBAGE CHARITY FESTIVAL THAT HAS BEEN GRACIOUSLY SPONSORED BY BOTH CABBAGE CORP & SATO INDUSTRIES! NOW GIVE A ROUND OF A APPLAUSE FOR A NEW CHAMPION EVERYBODY!..” & everyone starts to clap & cheer.

I then wave to the crowd as I made my way through the upper level of the main foyer, then when once I was out of sight I covered my mouth & started running through several corridors accidentally bumping & pushing over several Cabbage Corp staff in a race against the clock until I reached the back entrance to the building & rushing through the back garden to a secluded cliff side balcony to finally vomit up all 21 cabbage balls over the ledge of the balcony, as I finished & started feeling better I hear a familiar voice “Great job holding your cabbage balls Korra, I couldn’t even make it past ten Cabbage Balls.” I turn around to see none other than Tenzin is the one who just said that, my widened as I say “Tenzin the Airbending master has got ..jokes?!” Tenzin chuckles as he remarks “Contrary to popular belief I do have my fun side, if you consider swallowing Cabbage Balls for charity fun?..” he said with a snickering smirk. I roll my eyes at his immaturity then say “Your kids have changed you, you never used to not be an uptight stick in the mud.” “WHAT’S THIS ABOUT ME BEING A STICK IN THE MUD?!” He fumingly shouted as his face turned dark red “..& THERE’S THE TENZIN THAT WE KNOW & LOVE!” Then we both laughed.

Then his family arrives & the all kids scream “KORRA!” Simultaneously as they tackled me into a huge group hug. Then Meelo soils the mood as he says “See, I TOLD YOU that you can be Cabbage Balls!” Then my stomach churns & I immediately rush over to ledge of the balcony to vomit again, once I was finished I turned around to see everyone else giving Meelo the look as Ikki punches his shoulder & just says “Really, ..soo not cool bro!” Meelo shrugged as he confusingly says “What?!..” Pema then says “Congratulations Korra, you actually beat Tenzin’s record.” “Thanks Pema, I really do appreciate your.”- I then see a certain familiar smirking brunette woman standing behind them & i excuse myself from the group to follow her as she approaches the nearest corridor corner she slides her hand along the corridor wall as looks back & winks at me with her devious smile she playfully rushes to the nearest secluded storage room as I followed her I mumbled under my breath “hm, She always did love a chase..” then playfully give chase follow her to the Storage Room & as we enter Asami locks the door behind us & we started deeply passionately kissing each other until she recoiled back sarcastically saying “Ugh Cabbage balls Breath!” I jokingly said “You want some more leftovers?!” & I put my cabbage coated tongue out show her as she predictably retorts in playful disgust “EEWWW YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER!” We both then just laughed then Asami asked seriously “Nah but seriously, are you feeling alright after swallowing all of those?”- “Don’t you dare finish that sentence & I’ll be just fine okay?” “Uh Sure Korra, I hope you’re still hungry enough for our weekly dinner date?” “Oh you bet babe, just as long as it’s a smaller meal this time for obvious reasons..” “Of course.” She said with a smile & a small giggle. “Have I ever told you how adorable your giggles are?” “Heh, Definitely not enough times. Let’s go..”

As we exited the storage room we a familiar voice remark “You know you guys are being way too literal with the whole Coming Out of the Closet thing when you both are literally exiting out of an actual closet together?” We both giggled as we hugged both Mako & Bolin & happily greeted them “Hey you two it’s been too long!” “Yeah we’ve been wondering what you guys have been up to the past few years..” “You know what we’ve been doing.” Mako said “I know but that’s just work, what have you guy’s been up to outside of work?” “Oh well I don’t have anything really going on, just work I guess.” “You know it’s unhealthy to spend all of your time working?..” “Yeah I know, but when there’s always someone in need I have to help..” “what about you Bolin? Have you & Opal been thinking about finally tying the knot yet?” “Oh, uhh..”- *BOOOM!…* everyone tumbles over “Is everyone okay?!” Mako asked then both Bolin & Asami nodded as I said while also nodding “Yes Mako, we’re fine.” I then quietly checked with Asami “Are you alright?” “I’m alright Korra.” “Good.” Then an Alarm goes off throughout the building, a intercom message starts playing which is oddly narrated by the Pro Bending narrator (“This is an Emergency Cabbage Corp announcement Cabbage Corp is 100% under the attack! I repeat Cabbage Corp is 100% under the attack! Could everyone please safely evacuate the building before I piss my pants again! This is NOT a drill! THIS is a drill!” *Jackhammer Noises**STATIC*) Bolin quickly remarks “Hey where’d he go? I was about to go get the popcorn!” Asami confusingly remarks “Not the time Bolin!” “Oh come on you can’t say that listening to that guy’s voice doesn’t want to make you sit back, kick your legs up & just eat some popcorn?!” “You can’t be seriously be?!- Yeah okay, me too.” then I tell them “Focus guys, we need to get the civilians out of here before someone gets hurt. I’ll go check on Tenzin & his family to see if they’re all okay, I’ll meet you all at the main hall!” I quickly pecks Asami on her lips as she tells me “Be carful Korra.” “No worries darling.” Then run off.

I then arrived back to where Tenzin’s family was before the explosion to check on them as I arrived I see chief Beifong is with them & I concerningly asked “Is everyone alright?!” “We’re all fine Korra, but we all have bigger problems.” “What’s happening?” Beifong explains “It’s Tokuga, he’s returned & is attacking the building.” “Okay, get get everyone out of here & we’ll handle it.” “Got it, you all heard the Avatar. Let’s go!”

Tokuga’s POV:

“How long do we have before we’re in the Vault?!” “Just a few minutes sir!” “Good, everyone else kill everyone who tries to reach us!” a Sarge looking fellow replied “YA GOT IT CHEIF! ALRIGHT YA NANCIES, YA HEARD THE MAN NOW LET’S HUSTLE ON THE DOUBLE!” Then everyone got into their positions ready for a fight.

Third POV:

The room was quiet, too quiet then the barricaded double doors burst open with a lot of smoke filled the area then as the dust clears there’s the Avatar standing in the middle of the doorway cracking her knuckles. As she says “Alright fellas, who’s first?” soldiers then shout “OPEN FIRE!” She then Earthbended up a rock barricaded in front of herself, then metalbends the bullets lodged into the barricade right back into their guns causing them to explode in the soldiers hands *BOOMS* “ARRGH!” She then airbends them all back away from the door causing them the runaway back into the foyer towards the Vault screaming “RUUUN!” “AH OH SPIRITS!” “I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Asami, Bolin & Mako all run in to meet Korra & tell her “Everyone’s out, it’s just us & them..” Korra simply said “Good.” Bolin shouts “THIS IS GONNA BE FUN! TEAM AVATAR BACK AT IT AGAIN!” Then Team Avatar heroically changes into the army of mercenaries & attacks in unison.

Then a wave of pure WATER, EARTH, FIRE, AIR all sweep through the foyer area. The soldiers started getting cat & mouse chased all throughout the room with a few soldiers hiding behind a wall puffed out as the sarge says “Come on guys let’s keep moving on double or in this case on the Quadruple!” “I think we should fight, otherwise they’ll just start picking us all off on by.-“ *CRASH* & a metal bended improvised glove tears through the wall & grabs the talking soldier by the neck plate as he shouts “ONE!..” then is pulled into the wall disorienting him before the whole wall is sent flying into him pushing him into the opposite wall then Avatar Korra water whips another soldiers left leg pulling him into the air sending him flying into the downed soldier knocking them both out, as the sarge cocks his soo called shotgun Bolin Earthbend his feet into tripping him over causing him to miss at point blank range then he Earthbended to coat the bottom of his boots & sidekicks Sarge square in the head, sending him into the wall a sniper rifle soldier tries and fails to shoot Bolin from a far not realising that Korra metalbended the bullets out of the way then argratingly shouted “Son of a rotten Spirit! Why can’t I even hit anything with this stupid faulty Sniper-rifle?!” The Sniper narrowly dodges a blast of fire to the face as Mako jumps & lands right in front of him & retorts “It’s not the tool, it’s the man!” Then shoots a fireball at him, he ducks out of the way then flicks a switch on his rifle then his Weapon starts charging up with electricity as he starts minalikly laughing as he pulls the trigger Makos eyes widened then as the rifle fires a blast of pure electricity he manages lightning bend & redirect it at the soldier blasting him outside of the building then more guards started showing up shooting at him & on instinct he quickly moves arms in a figure eight motion & as the tips of his two index fingers on both of his hands connected he conquered up a translucent energy shield that inveterated every bullet that flew through his shield, he & all of the soldiers goes wide eyed at this spectacle they just witnessed then as he felt a charge buildup from each bullet that he incinerated he just reversed the figure eight & punches the shield forward into the soldiers stunning then all “Holy spirits, I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN!” Then more soldiers show up to get their asses handed to them, a guard is knocked off the catwalk & down to the ground landing on & knocking out a soldier who had Asmami at gunpoint & dead to rights then shocks a soldier’s rifle behind her causing the rifle to conduct electricity & blows up the gunpowder inside of it in the soldiers face uses the electrified rifle barrel as an improvised stun baton beating up every soldier she came across then sent a electrified stunned soldier towards Korra & she Airbended him in a concrete road block landing balls first into it cracking the area with his not so thick layered groin pad as he painfully stutters “W-wh-Why d-didn’t you just k-kill me?!..” as he falls to the ground unconscious.

Tenzin’s POV:

“Alright everyone is safely evacuated, we have to-“ *BOOM!* we see person shoots out the side of building into the side alleyway next to the building then Rohan just started charging off after them Pema Shouts in terror “NOO.. HUN, COME BACK!” “NO ROHAN, GET BACK HERE! I started chasing after him before he gets himself hurt..

Third POV:

Back inside the building the fighting intensifies & some of the soldiers started to panicking “Oh my Spirits, oh my spirits, oh my spirits! Oh sweet A RIFLE!”- “Hey uhh, I hate to say this but that’s my rifle.” “WHAT?! There’s literally hundreds of rifles on the floor, just pick up any rifle.” “But i bring that rifle with me everywhere I go, I sleep with that rifle in my arms every night!” “Dude, it doesn’t matter just pick up another rifle!”- *WHIP* “ARRGH!..” he shouted as he was water whipped into his friend who he was bickering with by Korra then she turned to the lonely soldier with only a small firearm & he drops it saying “Oh screw this I need to get a bigger weapon!” & turns to run while barely dodging the armada of waterbending attacks. As he turns the corner he runs into another soldier who just escaped from the rampaging Asami mowing down everyone else as he asks “What in spirits do we do?!” “I don’t know, I’ve never seen soo many powerful benders in one room before!-“ he looks at his comrades energy weapon & asks “Wait do you know how to use that thing?!” “My Energy Sword? F%CK yeah I know what it is, what’s wrong with just swish, swish, stab? It’s a energy sword dude it’s not a frickin SATO Fighter Plane!” “Just come on over & help me!”

Asami’s POV:

The soldiers were being completely beaten by all four of us a fireball nearly hit us to get our attention, we turned to the source & see a Fire bending soldier grab a small device from his belt then suddenly lightning bends to charg it up with electricity revealing it as an energy sword & shouted to us “HEY SWEET CHEEKS REMEMBER ME?! STEP AWAY FROM THE IDOT’S” As Korra goes to attack I stopped & sternly said “No Hun, he’s mine!” Which made Korra’s eyes widen as she cautiously stepped back to watch what’s about to unfold. Then the two of us circle each other then we started exchanging blows between his energy sword & my new stun baton then we started locking weapons then he tried taunting me “What’s this pussy baton sissy crap?! where’s your energy sword? Having trouble getting it up? Don’t worry it happens to everyone.” “Ugh, don’t you ever just SHUT UP!” I then frustratingly break the clash by kicking him straight up into his nuts “Ow! Son of a Bitch!..” then I headbut his face & spin kick him in the gut sending him back a few feet then he slips & falls backwards into pallet of barrels of black paint as he gets up he then realises he’s now covered in black paint “Ugh, what in spirits is this Black Stuff anyways?!” “Trust me, it’s an improvement.” I retorted he then gets real mad as he says “Alright that’s it, come here!” Then as they were about to charge at each other a massive metal crate container fell right between the two then they heard another not so bright soldier from the catwalk above shout “YES, I SAVED MY FRIEND! Oh wait, I saved my friend..” “Hey what gives you idiot?! I was meant to distract the SATO chick so Jeff Could kill the rest of the Benders take so we can take her hostage!” & we all turned around to see a soldier with some kind of shoulder mounted weapon frantically trying to load it up while shouting in a panic “YOU JUST RATTED ME OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Then as he finally manages to fire it he shoots out a literal small Rocket Propelled Grenade at us! Which Mako then jumps in the air to quickly firebend the rocket flames to redirect & orbit the rock around him & right towards the soldier that just shot it in the span of a couple of seconds then as the rocket is about to hit the soldier he shouts “OH SPIRITS!”- then the rocket blows up the platform right below him, sending him flying into the air towards Team Avatar where Korra then metalbends her grapple around his legs he shouts “OH SPIRITS!” again & she swings him right towards Bolin who punches him towards the energy sword bending soldier with a Earthbending coated fist & as he smashes into the energy sword soldier couldn’t help himself from shouting “THAT WAS AWESOME!”- *SMASH!* “URGH!”

Soldiers POV:

We’re now closing in on the Avatar’s location & meddlesome band of friends then the catwalk above us comes tumbling down into the area in front of us creating a huge dust cloud. The dust clouds created from the collapsed catwalk rubble blurred all of our visions as we arrived we see a blurry black figure sluggishly trying to stand up then the figure turns towards us & says “Oh, it’s you guys..” we can’t tell if they’re friendly or not & at point we don’t care then max says “There’s the Avatar, get ‘em!” “We then hear them shouting “WHAT?!” our of pure confusion, then me & max start beating them up & we’re winning?! As they’re cowering & not trying to fight back & this person is trying to tell us something but it’s while as me & max are also shouting random stuff at them like “take that!, this isn’t as hard as I thought, yeah suck it blue eyed bitch!” We also heard some one from our team snickering & laughing at the spectacle in front of them. Then Jeff gets up & tells us “Hey, hold on a minute guy’s!” I back off but Max then gets this supposed Avatar into a headlock then starts repeatedly punching them top of their head as Jeff shouts at us stop “Max! Stop!” “Why?!” “I think that’s Alex not the AVATAR!” Then Alex managed to mumble out “See.., eye tol’ you guy’s same team!” Max then punches him one last time while confusingly looking at Jeff try to process what just happened which knocks him out of the headlock “Ow what was that for you idiot?!” “Eh sorry, force of habit!” Then Alex frustratingly shouted “WHAT THE F#CK JEFF?! You sit there & watch me get pounded by these two idots?!” “What? no! I was knocked out until after they started double teaming you!” “Wait than who’s snickering & laughing at me?!” Then a shadow figure next to me eyes lit up & I said “Oh son of a bit!”- *KICK!* “OW MY NUTS!” & a few other silhouette’s attacked us revealing themselves to be Team Avatar, knocking us out of the smoke cloud & against the wall & while the dust cloud was finally starting to clear up we all started to stand up & get our footing then Max says “Ugh She’s kicking our asses fellas, & yet I’ve never hit a girl at all in my life!” & I said “Yeah we noticed, You should try harder!” Then the smoke finally cleared up revealing Team Avatar & they started walking towards us “Oh no, here she comes again!..” I said in a panic & I frantically grabbed whatever i could find as a weapon which unfortunately for me was a Traffic Cone. “Screw it, desperate times call for desperate measures!..” then we charged into battle..

Tokuga’s POV:

“What’s your status?!” I asked the vault driller “We’re in!” “Good! Extract the Artifacts & prototypes, I’ll keep them busy & take them down a peg or two..” a shadowy figure said hidden behind the both of them in the catwalks then he sees the fly off as he sinisterly smirks.

Bolin’s POV:

The last soldier was on the ground defenceless screaming “PROTECT ME CONE!” As Korra kicked him the nuts soo hard that he went flying back several feet away into the wall knocking him out *KICK!* *SMASH!* “Damn that poor souls doesn’t even have anything left!” Mako comments “Yeah even I felt that one from here..” As we finish off the last of guards a shadow started looming over the entire room then a shadow man lands in front of us with a black hooded shadow leather, red lined costume & I confusingly asked “..& who are you supposed to be?!” & he just says with distorted reverby voice “I am..-“

“PHANTOM BISON!”

& simply say “WHAT THE F%CK IS WITH THIS GUY?!” Then he suddenly shoots out two grapple ropes that seemingly created a whole bunch more of this mad man & as they started charging at us everything’s suddenly enveloped in endless darkness. We all cautiously stood up against each other back to back to avoid being separated then multiple Phantom Bison’s emerged from the darkness & swarmed us we tried fending them off as long as we could but soon enough they quickly started overwhelming us then as everything felt hopeless I get an idea & Lavabended a wave of lava then Earth bended myself a stone surfboard & rode the title wave of pure Magma Awesomeness & shouted “SURFS UP! Follow me everyone!” Then Mako shoot’s himself forward into the air using his firebending fists to basically fly while Korra air shooters herself along the wall with Asami holding onto her for dear life & suddenly the Phantom Bison’s glowing blue eyes widened as the tide was literally turning against him then he quickly grappled himself away & sharply turned around as his shadow duplicates were being engulfed by the lava tidal wave he then shouts “WHAT THE F%CKS WITH THIS GUY?!..” as he’s desbratly trying to escape the lava tidal wave. Then he suddenly gets a massive speed boost out of nowhere escaping the lava wave as wave finally dies down & losses it’s momentum which causes my stone surfboard to crumble apart I managed to leap off at the last possible second managed to stick the landing, everyone else quickly followed suit & all landed right next to me with their own badass posses. He retreats behind another wave soldiers who looked just as unprepared & incompetent as last group of soldiers, then he closes the blast doors behind them locking them out with us, one of them looks up & shouts up to the Catwalk while shouting “HEY ASSHOLE! REMEMBER WHEN WE SAID NOT TO HELP US?! FORGET THAT WE NEED HELP US! RIGHT NOW!” Then a metal shipping container drops from the crane above us then it seemingly squishes us since everything goes dark then we hear the soldiers prematurely celebrating shouting “MY SPIRITS, I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED!” Then a pair glowing eyes appear & suddenly everything lights up again revealing the Korra’s in the Avatar state to catch & lift the shipping container up revealing the massive crater that was caused by Korra’s sheer iron will to catch that container which caused the metal flooring to cave in under the pressure & when the soldiers saw that container moving up the soldier immediately says “OH CRAP, THAT DIDN’T WORK!” Then comment “I totally knew it wouldn’t work. I don’t know if you bad guys are aware but Avatar Korra’s a bit of a Badass!” Then once they see Korra climb up out of the Crater while still casually lifting a shipping container & stares down into the soldiers eyes staring into their souls the soldiers relent & say in a blind panic “ARE YOU F#CKING KIDDING ME?! RUUN!..” & as those poor soldiers desperately tried to escape their fates Korra throws the large shipping container directly at the soldiers & into the barricaded door completely destroying the blast door.

As the door blasts open Phantom Bison is waiting for us & immediately grapple whips at Korra which was a bad idea since in the Avatar State Korra instantly catches the grapple with her right hand & effortlessly yanks him towards herself to finish him off with her mean left hook to his face, as she’s moving her fist towards his face he does the same as he’s approaching Korra. Then as their fists make contact with each other’s faces there’s suddenly a blinding bright flash of light that comes out of nowhere.

Korra’s POV:

After a sudden blinding bright white light flashes in my face I’m suddenly seeing this horrible image of a seemingly war torn street completely completely engulfed in flames with an ember filled smog floating all around me obstructing my vision, I feel my body’s covered in dirt, soot which is burning into my open wounds, then as the ember smog finally clears I see the entire street floor covered in bodies, Men, Women, Children, Entire Families all dead. I then look down to my feet & see a dead Red Lotus Commander with his throat slit wide open gushing out blood down his lifeless body, I feel myself holding something in my left hand I looked at my hands & see their completely covered in blood with a bloodied Grapple blade resting in the palm of my hand. I then heard several Satomobile engines closing in the distance, I then started to panic, dropped the grapple blade onto the dead body below me & couldn’t think of anything else to do other than just make a run for it. Then as I started making a break for it my ankle gets snared by the same grapple blade I just dropped tripping me over to the ground with a loud earth shattering *THUD!* I rolled over onto my back & as I sit up I see Red Lotus Corpse rising up onto his feet then the grapple starts to pulling me towards the standing Red Lotus Corpse I started to frantically try to get the grapple rope off of my leg but all of my efforts were in vain as the grapple finished dragging me towards the corpse it turns towards me reveal a face I’ve never seen before but is still feels somewhat familiar with block void where his eyes should be. His soulless gaze sends waves of shivering dred as he says with the same demonic voice as Phantom Bison’s voice. “You did this to me!” He says as black smoke emanates from his bloodied clenched fists as he raises them up to show me then proceeded to say “YOU DID THIS TO ME! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOOOU! ABANDONED!.. ME!…” The void that filled his eyes streaks down his cheeks & as they reached the bottom of his chin the void spreads across & covers his entire face & in a flash of inverted brightness he turned into Phantom Bison his illuminated eyes creates a blinding *FLASH!* & suddenly for a brief second I see my child self laughing & smiling from another child’s perspective smiling then in a another *FLASH!* I wake up in a cold sweat.

I’m trying & failing to get back up onto my feet as I see everyone else seemingly to be knocked out cold then I see the Phantom Bison barely standing while he’s walking over towards me with Grapple Blades in hand as he says “Alright- Avatar ..You & you’re ‘Team Avatar’ friends have all had your fun.”- I then see his metal cable launcher’s so I tried to metalbend them to stop him but ‘nothing happens’ this makes me realise that it’s pure platinum & thought ‘I-i can’t stop him! Who’s this guy?!” as my eyes widen at this horrifying revelation Phantom Bison takes a deep breath then proceeds to say *Deep breaths* “But this parties over.” He says as he winds his arm back for one final swing I then think quickly as he’s attempting to finish me off. I quickly Earthbended up a small stone wall between us to block it at the last possible second then push my arms forward & pushed him back a few feet with the said stone wall..

Then Bolin wakes up & & starts hurling Lava throwing stars at him he’s able to send him back a moment longer before Phantom Bison takes a deep breath, Bolin throws his next Lava Throwing Star, then he seemingly catches & redirects it directly back towards Bolin?! He thankfully is able to block it with some earthbending but the collision creates a small explosion sending Bolin back into the wall knocking him out on impact I attempted to push him back with airbending then I’m suddenly forced onto the ground with a sudden giant gust of wind without being able to move I looked up to see what’s causing this only to see someone from the roof catwalks seemingly flying down towards us then as they got closer I realised who’s approaching & I shouted in a raspy voice in terror“N-No!.. It can’t be?!” & see that it’s none other than ZAHEER himself slowly descending towards the ground.

I heard a familiar voice that isn’t Zaheer to my right say “Hello there Avatar Korra, how’s your wonderful family?!” I turn to see who said that & it’s the man who started this attack Tokuga himself staring at me with his ugly mutatedly grotesque sinister grin & he turns to look at Zaheer & says “Took you long enough, how hard is it to shave off both a whole head of hair & a full beard?” “I don’t need to explain how important recon work is.” “Well then don’t keep us suspense, we got what we came for now is it finally clear to evaluate?” “Of course, now what are we going to do about her? Being the major threat that she is we can’t just let her go..” “If we take her hostage we won’t be able to hold her for long & if we take her lover she’ll tear our whole empire down.” “Then we take her smart mouth friend.” Phantom Bison said which prompted Tokuga to say “The Cop Man will be a problematic hostage to keep in line.” “I’m not talking about him.” Phantom Bison says as he & new friends are all giving me a knowing sinister smirk that sends shivers down my spine.

As Tokuga snake arm grabs & picks up Unconscious Bolin I’m desperately trying to get up & trying to stop them while shouting “NO! S-STOP! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!” only for Zaheer to increase his power keeping me stuck to the ground completely unable to move. Then Phantom Bison walks up to me hits me with the handle of his grapple blade while remarking “Lights Out Avatar.” *WHACK!*

Tenzin’s POV:

As I finally catch up to Rohan I say “There you are Rohan, we have to get outta here!”- then I hear grunting noise from the rubble just ahead of us then I see massive hole in the side wall of the now burning Cabbage Corp building, as I look back at pile of rubble I see a Red Lotus Soldier sluggishly emerging from said rubble. Then he sees us then for the next few seconds we’re staring at each other like a Cheeta-Stag caught in headlights, then he makes the first move & starts to firebends several fireballs towards Rohan, I block them just in time & counter airbended him with small spheres of concentrated air towards him. He blocks a few of them with fireballs but the spheres he didn’t manage to block I made them orbit & continuously spinning around him turning into a dust devil. He tries to firebend but can’t conquer up any flames or even a single spark, then I smirk & make a snarky remark “Having performance issues?!” & I speed up the Dust Devil’s rotation drastically causing him to lose his ability to breathe then he starts flying upwards until he’s a few stories high in the air then I airbend a strong down draft slamming him straight down into the ground in hopes of knocking him out. As I hesitantly approached he shoots out a small bolt of lightning at me I try & failed to block it & I was hit square in the chest sending me back into the factory wall. Then he gets up while sinisterly remarking “Did you forgot old timer that Lightning ..always cuts through air!..” Then as starts to lightning bend a glass bottle hits & shatters into pieces as it impacts him in the back of his head causing him to miss his shot of lightning he tried to finish me off with.

He turns around & looks towards the direction it came from only to see a rolled up poo filled diaper ball get thrown square in the face. He instantly started vomiting the poor guy *EXESSESIVE VOMITING!* “UGH.. CRAP!” then once he regains his barings he sees the person who did it is none other than my son Rohan who’s now in stitches very loudly laughing at him, not wearing any pants & has just thrown his diaper at this Firebending psycho making him look embarrassed for a moment making me laugh a little. He then yells in aggression “YOU’RE A DEAD LITTLE RUNT!”- I then tried to stop him but he kicks in the stomach sending me back into the wall & he just started punching me in the face & kicking my stomach while I’m down & as he’s about stomp onto my face to finish me off I heard a heard Rohan scream “NOOOOOAAAR!..” *WHOOSH!..* the Sh#t Faced Red Lotus Soldier is flying straight through the pile of rubble further down the alley & crashing into a Satomobile truck full of Cabbages.

I got up & looked towards my son not caring that he’s half naked while saying with pride & shock “Rohan, ..You just AIRBENDED!” Rohan then shouts in excitement “YEAH! I BLOW WIND JUST LIKE DADA!..” he then goes ahead to blast small bursts of wind in all directions in celebration. I quickly muttered to myself “My Spirits, I’ve just created a monster.. A monster of enthusiasm.” *BOOOM!* I turned around to see the source of the blast only to see Tokuga with some hooded guy & my least favourite person “Zaheer?! No! It’s impossible! You’re supposed to be locked up!” “You should know by now Tenzin that Chains can’t hold me!”

We then hear a strong gust of wind behind us, I turn & see it’s the Fleet of Airbenders wingsuiting towards us with Ryu, Kai & my brother Bumi being amongst them while Opal is leading the charge. As she & the rest of the Airbenders land Bumi quickly hands me a pair of pants for Rohan since it’s not his first flashy rodeo while remarking “I couldn’t find any diapers. So here’s the next best thing..” I sigh & swiftly put them on him as Opal giggles as she tustles his hair then the rest of the Airbenders surround this cursed Sinnister Trio while she sternly shouts “We’ve got you all surrounded, just give up!”- then her facial expression suddenly turns from stern to panick as this hooded man brings out a knocked out Bolin over his shoulder from the burning Cabbage Corp Building then Opal absolutely losses it & charges after them with godly speeds while furiously shouting “AAARRRGH!..” Then Tokuga smugly remarks “So long Team Avatar!.. HEHEH!” Then a massive hurricane emerges down from the clouds above & surrounds them then vanishes & Opal just screams “No! NO! NO!.. BOLIN!…” Opal then starts to break down crying while hugging her stomach, Bumi then comforts her & tries to reassure her “Don’t worry chief, we’ll get him back..” then Kai asks “Hey, where’s Korra & the others?!”

A couple of hours later-

Korra’s POV:

As I started regaining consciousness I jerked up, sat up in a cold sweat gasping as I shouted “NO!” Asami then immediately hugged & calmed me down reassuring me “It’s okay Korra we’re safe now!” “Not everyone, they took him. They took Bolin..” we then see the Cabbage Corp building completely engulfed in flames as the CEO arrives in his Satomobile & rushes over to the front of the burning building then drops to his knees while screaming “NOOOOHOOHOHOOHOOO!.. MY CABBAGE CORP WAREHOUSE!..” then Mako walkover to us as Opal follows “That Phantom Bison is a dead man, if those thugs lay one hand on him!” “We’re getting him back Mako I promise.” “& I’m coming with!” Opal bluntly chimes in “What?” Mako says “I’m not asking..” She says with a ‘Don’t eff with me!’ look in her eyes..

END OF CHAPTER!..

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threewaywithdelusion · 2 years ago

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I Would've Liked to Know You (Mike)

Warning for Major Character Death (Steve) before the story starts. I've also written parts for Dustin and Max.

1996

Mike took a seat in his designated armchair on the stage and looked out at the crowd.

It was a packed house tonight. A room full of fantasy nerds, all clutching his new book in their laps, roaring at the sight of him.

He never could have imagined this kind of success so early in his career. Yes, the crowd only filled a small bookshop, but it more than he’d expected with only three published books. It wouldn’t please his father, who still insisted Mike should get a real job, but it was enough to make him feel confident that he was making the right decision by pursuing writing.

In the front row, El and Will were smiling at him. Will would probably be approached by fans once they realized he was artist who had drawn the covers for the Shadow World trilogy. Or perhaps by the fans of his comic series, Zombie Boy, which told the story of a young boy shunned by his town after he died and came back to life with super powers.

Mike and Will both had what was probably the oddest publication process in the country. After they wrote any book or comic and before they could send it to their editors, a special board created by the US government had to read and approve their story, ensuring it was different enough from their experience with the Upside Down so as not to raise any eyebrows (or violate any NDAs).

Will’s comics leaned heavily into his other life experiences to ground the plot in real feelings while divorcing it from Will’s true story. Mike just periodically fought the US government when they declared his story too closely inspired by real-life events. He had never fought them as hard as he had for the final book in the trilogy, King of Nowhere, but he felt it was worth it in the end.

As the interviewer took a seat in the armchair across from Mike, El gave him a thumbs up and a big smile from the front row. Mike felt a comforting squeeze around his shoulders, easing his stage fright, and El discreetly wiped at her nose with a tissue.

“A round of applause for Mike Wheeler, author of the Shadow World trilogy!” the interviewer said. He was a man a decade older than Mike and he shot Mike a smile as the room burst into applause.

When it finally died down, the interview said, “So, Mike, how does it feel to finally have finished your first series?”

“It’s bittersweet,” Mike said. “I love these characters, and I’m going to miss them, but I know their story ends here. I’m happy with where I’ve left them.”

“Did you always know this was where the story was going to end?” the interviewer asked.

“No,” Mike said. He thought of how many days he’d spent sitting at the computer in his office, writing and rewriting the same paragraphs. Giving the lost princess powers and then — after a phone call from the US government — taking them away. Having the hero rescue the princess only to delete three entire chapters and have her rescue herself. Having Mavis, the fastest horse rider in the kingdom, use her magic to know where to steer her steed, only to get yelled at by Max for making it seem like blind people could only be capable in a universe with magic.

“How do you do it?” Mike had asked Will once. Will didn’t get yelled at by their friends for his comic and Mike felt overwhelmed by everyone’s complaints.

“You have to tell your story, Mike,” Will had said. “You’re trying to tell everyone else’s. Zombie Boy works because it’s not a story about the Upside Down. It’s not even a story about creatures from another world. It’s a story about how monsters can be human and what it’s like to be an outsider. It’s my story. What’s yours?”

Mike had had to take a one year writing break after that, pushing back the publication date of the final book, which his publisher hadn’t been happy about.

But Mike was proud of King of Nowhere. It had been hell to write — way worse than the other books. There had been tears and screaming and it had felt, at times, like Mike was bleeding onto the page. He’d broken down countless times in El’s arms, crying over wounds he’d thought had healed a decade ago.

He knew it was his best book to date.

“Let’s talk about some of these characters. Now, this is going to contain spoilers, so,” he made a show of turning to the audience. “Have you guys had time to read the book?”

The audience cheered.

“Alright,” the interviewer said. “I have to say, the character whose fate I was most surprised by was Stark.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the audience.

“Yeah?” Mike asked.

“Of course,” the interviewer said. “You must have seen the fan theories. All the foreshadowing from the first two books pointed to the fact that he was going to die. And his role in the story was clearly that of the mentor. Most mentors don’t make it through a fantasy series alive. How is the hero meant to take his rightful place if there is still someone older and wiser around?”

Mike looked out at El and Will again. El’s dark eyes were boring into Mike, proud and steady.

“I thought, when I first started writing the series, that I was going to kill Stark,” Mike said. “Like you said, he’s the mentor and the mentor doesn’t get to live. But Stark’s character was actually based off a friend of mine. He used to drive me and my friends around in middle school. He’d give us arcade money and bitch at us and protect us from bullies. He was brave and snarky and kind of annoying, just like Stark. And he died, ten years ago last month.”

The room was silent, everyone hanging on Mike’s words with bated breath.

“That’s why I couldn’t kill Stark,” Mike said. “Because he thought he was meant to die, just like Steve did, and I didn’t want to keep perpetuating that story.”

“What story?”

“That some people are just doomed by the narrative,” Mike said. “Because they aren’t. They always have a choice. A chance. And it’s stupid that the mentor always dies, as if the hero can’t become a fully realized person without losing someone he looks up to. I can tell you from experience, losing someone like that, it doesn’t make you feel ready to take on the world. It doesn’t teach you to stand on your own two feet. It just reminds you that the world is senselessly cruel and that no matter how brave or good you are or how much you fight, you can’t escape tragedy.”

“But we’re not fictional characters,” the interviewer said tentatively.

“No,” Mike said. “But we still let ourselves get trapped by narratives. The ones other people tell about us and the ones we tell about ourselves. A good friend once told me that if I wanted to finish this series, I had to stop trying to tell everyone else’s story and I had to figure out my own. So I stopped listening to the publishers and the beta readers and even my friends. And I discovered that this was the story I wanted to tell. In my version of the story, Stark isn’t doomed and he doesn’t die. Him living doesn’t stop any of the people he mentors from becoming heroes. And the world is cruel in other ways, but it doesn’t tell a man that he never had any chance of making it out alive.”

“Do you think your friend would have liked the book?” the interviewer asked.

Mike laughed. “He wouldn’t have read it. He called my fantasy books bricks and he probably would have waited for a movie adaptation. But I think- I think he would have liked the message. I think he would have liked to know that Stark didn’t need to die to be loved.”

Mike had jealously guarded the story of King of Nowhere until he’d finished it. Unlike with his first two books, his friends hadn’t read it until right before publication, when he’d sent them all ARCs. Dustin had called Mike in the middle of the night, sobbing over the phone line, saying that he loved the book.

He’d thanked him for not killing Steve. For letting Stark have the happy ending Steve had never believed he would deserve.

A week after that, the book had been published and dozens of newspapers had given Mike’s book five-star reviews. None of them meant more than that teary phone call from Dustin.

“A good message indeed,” the interviewer said. “Now, Nico’s plot was unexpected as well. He’s been chasing power and leadership for three books, trying to unite the seven kingdoms against the Shadow World, and I think we all expected him to lead the final battle and become king. But instead, he makes a very different choice. Can you talk about that more?”

“It’s simple,” Mike said. “Sometimes, in order to be the hero, you have to realize that the story isn’t about you. You have to know when to step aside and let someone else take the reins.”

The rest of the interview didn’t get quite as heavy. Mike got to talk more about his characters, about the people he loved and the things he’d realized about himself while writing this final book. When the interview was over, Mike was given a ten minute break before he was expected to greet fans and sign books.

He ducked into the bookstore’s back room, Will and El following after him. El gave him a kiss and he held her close, pressing his forehead against hers and breathing for a moment.

“You did very good,” she told him. “I liked the part about Princess Elysande.”

“I loved what you said about the narrative,” Will said. He paused and then said, in a smaller voice, “Do you think Steve knew? Do you think he always expected to die?”

Mike thought of Steve’s bloody face, pressed against Mike’s side while Max drove her brother’s car. Thought of Steve stumbling, unsteady on his feet, in the tunnels and the way he insisted on going first anyway. Thought of Steve driving them all through a pack of demodogs sometime after the ground had cracked open and the monsters had begun flooding through. Thought of that final battle, standing back to back with Lucas and fighting off demodogs, so focused on keeping himself alive that he hadn’t noticed anything had gone wrong until Dustin had screamed like his soul had been torn from his body.

He remembered being fourteen and feeling unworthy of Eleven’s love and how he had nearly torn them apart. He remembered watching Steve Harrington for years and seeing the way he had always treated love like something to be earned, something the Party would gift him if he was just good enough.

Sometimes, he thought Steve Harrington had written his own tragedy, convinced it was the best possible outcome for everyone else.

“I don’t know,” Mike said. “I hope not.”

“But you believe it?” Will asked.

“I don’t know,” Mike repeated.

It was too late; Mike couldn’t do anything to change Steve’s mind or his end. All he could do was write Steve a happier story and hope that it mattered, even if it was ten years too late and even if it was fiction.

He’d been so dismissive of Steve back then. So annoyed by his very existence. He’d been a moody, traumatized teenager and he’d never told Steve that the rides and arcade money and unsolicited life advice had ever meant anything to him. He’d never given Steve anything but a shitty attitude in return for his patience and friendship.

But now there was a book with Steve’s name printed in it, across from the copyright page.

To Steve — as long as we live, you live on through us. Thank you for giving us the chance

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Mike's "chapter" fought me. If you don't you like it or don't think it fits with the other parts, feel free to give me feedback. I don't have a beta, so I'm kinda using Tumblr as one. Eventually, this will end up as a 5+1 (but really 7+1, nuggets + Robin) fic whenever I'm happy with everyone's parts.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #steve harrington #mia writes fanfic #tw: major character death

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sukislady · 2 years ago

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just got done rewatching MHA Heroes Rising and omg omg omg i need to talk about my favorites so i can relax my nerves so sorry if this gets kinda long lmao

if you do end up reading til the end plz tell me whatd you think about it if you’ve seen it!! let’s talk !!

cw: ⚠️SPOILERS⚠️

i just wanna point out that i still get butterflies in my tummy and get all excited when i watch it as if i’m watching it for the first time 🥹

Bakugo and Deku? love them so much they’re my comfort characters

katsuma makes my uterus wanna harbor a kid (i don’t want one if they’re not as cute as he is)

can we just give props to iida who kept a calm and respective leadership role when they were informed??

like they were all worried then here’s iida breaking down shit and getting his teams together cause he’s amazing

i will never get over the fight scenes in any of the movies

the animators put some kinda drug in it cause that shit is always so immersive !!!!

round of applause for shoto!! he made endeavor’s flashfire fist into HIS OWN WITH HIS ICE !we love to see it

SERO! SERO! SERO!

MOMO! MOMO! MOMO! i love her so much if that wasn’t obvious (btw we share the same birthday)

i feel like the hero society has fucked these kids up because they’re literally putting their lives on the line to fight villains and they’re still freshmen 🧍🏽‍♀️ get your shit together hero society

can we also talk about shoji towards the end? they way he went to protect those kids without even thinking??? omg i love him too

OJIRO AND JIRO !!!

JIRO! JIRO! JIRO!!!

whenever i see jiro my heart skips a beat

bro tokoyami and dark shadow will forever have a place in my heart

remember how tokoyami couldn’t really control dark shadow in the darkness in the beginning during the training arc? now look at him !!!

he had dark shadow under control until that bitch hit mina— also props to those two for protecting her from the rubble

ill never understand why the villains wanna take over the world to “rebuild” it after causing massive destruction like excuse, killing people and destroying their shit isn’t gonna make them wanna follow you or believe in you

i also realized something

stories i see regarding momo always paints her to be a stuck up spoilt brat but she’s anything but and i wish she got more love

ALSO PETITION TO PUT SOME MORE CLOTHES ON HER THANKS IN ADVANCE

ALSO ALSO THROW SOME CLOTHES ON HAGAKURA TOO PLZ

have you noticed when kiri goes unbreakable his eyes harden too? like wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?

imagine how that must’ve been when he was first learning out to use it ouch

KIRI LOVES HIS “BIG BRO” AMAJIKI and i love their relationship 🥹 kiri respects him so much

i only bring tamaki up because of that beast kiri, tsu, shoto and iida were fighting

his quirk was like tamaki’s mixed with the nine tails cause his roar looked awfully like kurama’s beast bomb

i was also wondering why doesn’t class 1a have a student with a healing quirk? do they know how useful that would be???

like an on-field medic cause gods know that fucking class needs it

mahoro’s quirk is so useful too???

like she can distract enemies (maybe once she’s older and has better control) AND she can use it to signal for help !!

realistically speaking (ik ik it’s an anime but still) if she hadn’t made the derpy deku then bakugo wouldn’t have found them in time and deku plus mahoro and katsuma wouldve been killed

we love watching katsuki save his bestie rival 🫶🏽

and katsu encouraging deku to get stronger in a round about way? i live for the kinda nice bakugo

idc what anyone says— bakugo is one of the best characters that has amazing character development

as someone who can relate to having a god complex and thinking everyone’s below them (not anymore with the help of therapy) it’s hard to acknowledge someone else being better than or stronger than you

that shit takes a lot out of you but katsuki bakugo has grown, learnt his mistakes and is now trying to right his wrongs

character development at its finest 👏🏽

omg i can’t wait til the fucking manga chapters are animated

my eyes will be so swollen 💔

wait til we get hit with these two

watching heroes rising just brought me back to a place where their relationship changed forever

deku trusted him enough to hand over OFA

but it’s the fact that katsuki trusted deku enough to take his hand !!!

in the beginning he wouldn’t have done that he’d let deku be or try to out do him

he was even worried about what would happen if deku isn’t able to use OFA and become quirkless again omg

omg i’m sorry i feel like this is getting way off track 💀

if you made it to the end of this and wanna hear more about my love and thoughts for these idiots i will gladly do it !!

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vettelsbitch · 1 year ago

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14, 20, 21(about Seb), 22 for the smut ask meme! 👀

14. What are your favorite smut tropes?

Idk exactly what would count as smut tropes, but here we go

I loooove kink exploration, curiosity is natural and I think showing characters trying out something new, whether something deeply researched ahead of time or a spur of the moment thing, can bring out so much characterization and interesting feelings. It can be fun, it can go great or it can go a bit wrong, or even fully wrong.

Sex toys, just all of them. Smut is always great but if you add sex toys to it? Amazing. Showstopping. Give your character a dildo, give them a vibrator, add a blindfold, what about a cockring? It's like seasoning, you can always get away with a little bit more.

I don't know what to call this but when the character you wouldn't expect is actually the more kinky/experienced/debauched one. I think it's a near power exchange. It plays really well into other tropes.

Guided masturbation, that's just hot. Especially if it's like "we are not together I'm just helping a bro out" kind of way.

Sprinkling some jealousy is fun. Scotty/Daniel/Max scholars thank you so much

20. Share a summary of, or excerpt from, an unpublished smut fic.

Oh god I have so many

Daniel is a lifeguard and has a pussy, Max is obsessed (Pierre and Charles suffer in the background)

21. Share a smutty headcanon about Seb.

He is a slut, and he's unashamedly one. He loves pleasing his partner but he also loves taking his own pleasure from them, he's a tease and he knows how to make sure his partners fuck him dry one way or another.

22. Share a DVD commentary on [one of your smut fic/smutty scene from a longer work].

I'm going to do a little bit of Coffee Break

Valtteri breathes in deeply, the full-bodied aroma of his favorite dark roast enveloping him. The cup of coffee is warm between his hands, the familiar weight and comfort of it calming him down. He moves to sit down on the couch, careful not to spill even a drop. The leather is cold against the back of his calves, but the first sip of coffee warms him up from the inside. He sits back, spreading his legs a little. His right foot bumps onto Daniel's knee.

(I've never been so proud of an opening paragraph as this one, can I ask for a round of applause because this is pure gold. Sliding onto the smut from such a mundane task, kudos to my braincells for working)

Daniel whines at the touch, a little, desperate sound that's barely audible. It's the first touch he's had since Valtteri finished tightening the leather restraints on his wrists before walking off to start making his coffee. Valtteri looks at him, face neutral (Val really works so well as a Dom imho), while taking another sip of his coffee. Daniel isn't looking up at him, his head hanging and his shoulders forced back by his tied arms. He's completely naked, his thighs spread apart, his golden skin and tattoos contrasting with the beige carpet. Valtteri moves his feet again; now his ankle is bumping against Daniel, the tiniest drag against the inside of his thigh. Daniel moans again, hardly more than a pant.

Valtteri shushes him, his lips mere centimeters away from the mug. He can hear the sharp breath from Daniel and the soft scratch of the carpet against his knees when he shifts his weight. He closes his eyes and savors the coffee, its flavor filling his mouth. He can feel Daniel's warmth on his leg; if he presses closer, he could even feel his pulse. So he does; his leg moves, and his ankle pushes against Daniel's thigh. He feels him tremble; another, louder whine follows.

(I love descriptions, if you read any of my works you'll see I like to get verbose with my descriptions, specially of sensations during smut, there's so much more that goes on than the physical pleasure. The sounds, the taste, the textures)

He opens his eyes and notices Daniel's thighs trembling and his angry red erection twitching hard in between his legs. A metal ring rests against the shiny glans, keeping the sounding rod in place (you'll never guess how much research went into this fic, no regrets though), and twinkles under the light coming from the window. He's wet from the lube and from the precum that manages to ooze past the steel. His balls are flushed too, darker than the rest of his skin, stretched by the dark rubber ring around them.

"Daniel, you should know better. I'm trying to enjoy my coffee." He says this while reaching for the coffee table and dropping his half-empty mug, his leg still pressing against Daniel. (I don't think he's only going to enjoy the coffee)

Daniel finally raises his head, slightly damp curls stuck to his forehead. His face is red, his mouth is open and wet, and he is panting. "I'm sorry," he mutters. He's trembling all over, his hips twitching, his abdominal muscles tensing. Valtteri moves again, forcing his face to remain calm and stopping his smile (it takes a lot when you have a desperate Daniel at your feet). He presses his leg harder against Daniel's.

Daniel advances clumsily on his knees, desperate to be touched. "Please," he says, hips moving, trying to reach Valtteri, trying to get some friction, to feel his warmth against where he needs it the most. Valtteri stops him, grabbing his curls and tugging—just a touch, just some tension. Daniel moans, his eyes dark with his pupils eating up the brown. "Please, Val."

(I always love making Daniel go from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. He's chill, calm, smiley, but put him in the correct situation like on his knees and he will be on a hair trigger)

"I was trying to enjoy my coffee," he repeats, moving his feet closer to Daniel's crotch. "But you decided to be a desperate slut instead of letting me." (I surprise myself every time I sprinkle some degrading, since I always insist I'm not into it.. maybe I am) He slides his hand down, cradling Daniel's cheek, his thumb pressing down on his plump lip. "Maybe I should have gagged you." (Yes)

Daniel tries to get closer, moving his head just enough to try to get Valtteri's thumb to slide into his mouth (All these men have oral fixations, change my mind). Valtteri can feel his wet pants against his hand; he can feel himself getting hard in his shorts; his body is heating up with the visual in front of him. "Maybe I shouldn't have left you waiting for so long," he says, pressing his toes against Daniel's balls. "But a good cup of coffee takes time, and you know it. (I've seen how Val posts about coffee, he would take 30min for an espresso)" Daniel tries to nod, closing his eyes for a second, but Valtteri's hand doesn't let him much range of movement. "Perhaps punishing you should be better." He pushes his toes harder, pressing Daniel's balls against the carpet. He moves his hand down to his neck—no pressure, his fingers just resting across the thick muscles there.

Daniel shudders, his whole body tensing up, his jaw clenching. He's trying to keep his voice down; Valtteri can see him struggling. He releases the pressure a little, lifting his foot enough that Daniel manages to take a deep breath before he pushes down again. He can feel Daniel's balls squish under the ball of his foot, the skin soft and warm, the slight resistance of the flesh (Aren't ball physics just fascinating). He presses further, until Daniel can't keep his whimpers in and his dick twitches, almost bumping against Valtteri's leg.

He raises his foot completely, barely containing his smirk at Daniel's shoulders dropping from the tension leaving him. He moves his foot up, his toes barely brushing against Daniel's dick until he can poke at the sounding rod ring with his big toe. (I think I've never written so much about feet.. I don't know how I feel about it)

"Look at you, whimpering like a whore (yes) from getting your balls stepped on. You wouldn't even be able to cum." He nudges the ring, not pushing or pulling, just moving it, but Daniel is always so sensitive and responsive that he cries out, his bottom lip between his teeth doing nothing to muffle it.

(Daniel's bottom lip is so thick and juicy, for what? So I can obsess over him biting it?)

#anon ask #ask game #smut asks #my fic #f1 rpf

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