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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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Santa's Little Helper

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff

Requested: Yes/No

Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf

A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me

"Ready to be home?"

Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago.

"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant.

"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt.

"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room.

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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now.

"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker.

"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out.

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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by.

"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought.

"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering.

Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house.

Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles.

Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got.

He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed.

Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house.

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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod.

"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps.

"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly.

He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply.

Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling.

"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate.

"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel.

"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him.

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qraceiuv · 5 months

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heyy! i love your writing sm‼️🫶

i have a request for jude x singer!reader with sabrina carpenter as the fc?? reader writing nonsense about jude and bonus if she dedicates one of her nonsense outros to him while he’s in the crowd (if yk about sabrina’s nonsense outros)

thank youu! ❤️❤️

nonsense. jude bellingham.

summary — fans suspect something between you and jude, so you confirm it in your signature outro at a concert

note — thank u sm love!! sorry im so late to making this, but hopefully it turned out good. i literally love sabrina sm

warnings — none i can think of, just lots of suggestive jokes

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y/nsusername

y/nsusername: tour is back 🩷 see u tn madrid!

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username: mother

username: THE OUTFIT OMG

username: nonsense outros r back😻😻

yourfriend: hottie

username: my gf who isnt my gf but is my gf

gracieabrams: stunning

y/nsusername

y/nsusername: next stop: paris

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username: barking

username: SEE U SOON🤗🤗

username: jude liked girl.

username: yes!! ignore the jude allegations!!

— username: LMFAOO

username: jealous of jude

username: JUDE AND TRENT LIKED

— username: TRENT?! HELLO

username: marry me pls

username: if jude shows up tn i will scream

username: who tf is jude and why is he w my gf

— username: some famous football player who is hot im not sure but im abt to become a mf fan

y/nsusername

y/nsusername: this leg of the tour has been so happy and im loving every second of it 🤍 thank u for the memories, heres a lil dump before i head to london!

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username: WHO THE HELL.

username: GIRL U CANNOT FOOL US WITH THE SAPPY CAPTION.

username: WHO?!

username: THAT IS JUDE MF BELLINGAM

username: BELLINGOLLL

username: GIRL GET OUT

username: WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING

username: lol not u cheating on me 😂

username: im leaving you

username: HAHAHAHAHAH (kill me)

username: soft launch with a twist?

y/nsusername

y/nsusername: think i'm screwed...

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username: what is this behavior

username: IM IM IM

username: hi i am jude

username: no like ur insane

username: imma be sick

username: so happy for u!! 😂😂 (im jumping)

username: THE CAPTION GIRL

username: ur a diff type of evil

yourfriend: about time

— username: ABOUT TIME?! HOW LONG

judebellingham: i have a migraine

— y/nsusername: alright now buddy

— username: WHAT THE FUCK

username: he commented WHAT

username: this is insane

judebellingham

judebellingham: nonsense

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username: logging off forever

username: THEY ARE CRAZY

username: no i love them sm

username: why are they so cute😭😭

username: 5th slide stfu

username: theres only sm i can handle

y/nsusername: of all the pics you could choose

— judebellingham: you're always so beautiful my love

— username: ALRIGHT PUT THE PHONE DOWN

y/nsusername: IM TALKIN WILD WILD THOUGHTS

— yourfriend: get a room

y/nsusername: love you🥰

— judebellingham: i love you more

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#jude bellingham #fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude x reader #jude bellingham fic #judebellingham #jude fic #jude bellingham smau #jude bellingham social media au #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham smut #soccer x reader #soccer imagine #football imagine #qraceiuv

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cas-coding · 1 year

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dean, talking on the phone: alright man, i'll see you soon, yeah?

dean's coworker: oh who was that?

dean: my buddy cas, we've been married for seven years today

#spn #dean winchester #supernatural #destiel #incorrect supernatural quotes #incorrect spn quotes #spn incorrect quotes #dean is NOT normal about his relationships

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grimesthinker · 2 months

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Hey, I LOVE your writings 😍

I was wondering if we could get another stepdad, Rick?

the reader's mom married Rick ( I'm picturing it in Alexandria)

Rick and The reader have had little moments like him brushing past her so he could touch her

and one day she gets a boyfriend and Rick does everything to make them break up and it doesn't work so one day he has enough and he just fucks her!

STEPDAD!RICK x FEM!READER ౨ৎ ♡₊˚⊹

you like him, you really do. well, you tell yourself you do. because you should. he's perfect, right? he's safe and he's cute and he's actually your age. problem is, the guy can't fuck for shit. your sweet boyfriend, who can't please a woman to save his life. you tried, a couple times, but he fumbles with your bra strap and struggles to find the right pace to rub your clit. thing is, you don't even care as much as you should. every time you're around him, your mind floods with thoughts and daydreams of your step father, rick, who fell in love with your mother months ago. it's fucking antagonizing, walking past him every day, feeling his calloused hands on your waist for a split second just so he could move past you.

unbeknownst to you, rick can't stand your little boyfriend. he watches him with a deep scowl as he stands on your porch, waiting for you to come outside in your skimpy skirt and tank top. that boy is so entitled, rick thinks. walking around with his head held high because he has the hottest piece of ass in alexandria. it's not right, goddamnit. you belong to him, not that asshole. he purposely touches you any chance he gets, imagining what it'd be like if he moved his hands just a little lower, just enough to play with that sweet cunt.

one hot july day, your mother thinks it'll be a great idea to host a barbecue. you oblige, of course. the community was doing well and you were grateful for it. you invite your boyfriend, only subconsciously wishing it might make your taut stepfather jealous. brat. you coat your lips in sparkly strawberry lip gloss and put on a sweet dress that leaves little to the imagination. people begin to arrive and your mother welcomes them with a smile. you make sure to be the first one to greet your boyfriend, and you also make sure that rick is watching when you kiss him with way more heat than usual.

the barbecue is going good, everyone's happy. everyone's content. except you and rick, of course. you sip your lemonade and he sips his beer, eyeing you from across the backyard. no one else cares to notice the excruciating tension between you two. eventually, you excuse yourself from some insignificant conversation and head into the house, up to the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it. you're washing your hands when rick barges in, glaring at you with darkened blue eyes. "what the hell was that?"

you turn the water off. "rick-"

"-bet you didn't know he was down there, braggin' to his buddies about how good he fucks you. about how fuckin' tight you are?" he shuts the door behind him, locks it. god, he's close now.

feeling brave, you cross your arms and taunt him some more. "yeah? what's it matter to you? jealous or somethin?" yeah. you're feeling brave, alright. deep down, you're pissed that your dumb 'boyfriend' is lying to his friends about how good he gives it to you. but with the way rick is looking at you right now, like he wants to rip that tiny dress off and bend you over the sink, you didn't even care.

in a swift motion, you're pinned to the marble counter, rick's fingers digging into your waist. he chuckles lowly, making you immediately drop the big and bad act. your heart pounds, cunt aching for something, anything. he pries your legs apart, gripping your thighs.

"he gives it to you good, huh? then why are you acting like a bitch in heat?"

you shudder at his words, making a soft whimpering sound, fighting the urge to roll your hips and beg him for anything he'll give to you. he peels your panties down your thighs, swiping a thumb over your clit. "ah- look at that." he coos.

minutes later, his cock is buried deep in your pussy, making you feel better than you ever could have imagined. he's anything but gentle, as if he's reading your mind. "fuckin' slut." he grunts. "feels so good, huh, baby? yeah, i know. take it, honey."

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes ⛥*:･#andrew lincoln #rick grimes imagine

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 7 months

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"Fine, I'll go with you." Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Summary: It was exciting waiting for your boyfriend amongst the sea of families. If only your boyfriend didn't have a whole family waiting for him too. Thank god Lt. Seresin is there to save the day.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Warnings: Language, Cheating (not Jake!), protective Jake, asshole ex-boyfriend, military inaccuracies I'm sure.

Cross Posted on AO3

The homemade sign feels heavy in your hands. Your heart pounds steadily in your chest as a sea of blue uniforms begins to unload from the massive carrier. It feels incredible to be drowning in this sea of love and reunions. Families crying in each other's arms as they make it through another deployment, another separation.

It would only be a matter of time before you could feel the same euphoria. You step on your tip toes, trying to seek him out when someone stumbles into you from behind. “Sorry,” she shakes her head, “I’m a mess right now.”

She certainly looks it, a newborn strapped to her chest in a carrier and a toddler barely holding on, trying to bolt every chance he gets. “No worries,” you’re quick to reply, glancing down at the large sign and balloons in her hand.

You pause, reading and re-reading it over again. Nicolas Arias. There is no doubt you could be reading it wrong and when you get a glance at the toddler again, your stomach churns. He is a spitting image of Nick…your Nick. You carefully fold up the sign and go to turn when you hear the little boy shout, “DADDY!” at the top of his lungs.

Why you glance back, you don’t know but your chest aches when you see him, his smile blinding as he bends down to pick up the little boy. “Hi buddy,” you hear him shout, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. He looks back at the woman, his eyes softening at the bundle against her chest, “and hello Princess,” he coos, “nice to meet you, I’m your daddy.”

The tears spring to your eyes, and you quickly suck in a deep breath when his eyes lift to meet yours. He pauses, a deer caught in the headlights, you can see it, the raw panic on his face. Before you turn and walk away, you’d be damned if you were going to ruin this happy homecoming. While Nick is a fucking cheating bastard, and you would certainly be sending an anonymous letter to his wife later, they didn’t deserve this today.

All around you is love and reunions, but instead, you just feel sick. The parking lot is jam-packed and you look around before stepping onto the road, letting out a gasp when someone grabs your arm and quickly pulls you back into a broad chest. A truck roars out of the lot, a handful of sailors inside shouting about freedom and shots.

“Fuck,” you turn, taking in the man before you, he’s gorgeous; with blonde hair and eyes that look like the sea after a storm, “thank you,” you whisper, taking a step back when you realize you’re still in his arms.

He smiles, but it doesn’t really meet his eyes, “not a problem, darling,” his accent surprises you, maybe Texan with a slight twang. He points down at the sign crumbled in your hand, “Didn’t find who you were looking for?”

“Oh,” you glance at the sign, tossing it into the nearby trash can, “I found him alright. Along with his wife, newborn, and toddler.”

He grimaces, “What a fucking turd waffle.”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes, “a turd waffle?”

He grins, “if the shoe fits.” Suddenly you notice a figure rushing towards you and you groan, turning quickly away mumbling obscenities under your breath.

“Sweetheart,” Nick runs to your side, pulling you in for a hug, but you stay stiff as a board. “I can explain everything.” You step out of his arms putting some distance between you, the mystery man steps up behind you, towering over you like a looming bodyguard.

“I don’t think we have anything else to say to each other Nick,” you wrap your arms around your waist, “seeing you married with two kids was enough of an explanation for me.”

Nick stares down the man behind you, “Hey buddy, can you give us some privacy?”

“Lieutenant Commander Seresin to you, Ensign,” he stands straighter, Nick pailing as he recognizes the name, “and I’ll leave when the lady tells me to.”

“Please don’t go,” you whisper stepping back closer into his arms, one of his massive hands resting on your waist, strong and sure.

“Seems like she’s made up her mind,” he grins, confidence coming off him in waves. “Why don’t you go back to your family and save this young lady the trouble of putting up with any more of your bullshit.”

“I’ll go when I’m good and ready,” Nick takes a step closer, reaching for your arm, “sweetheart you just have to let me explain.” A wall of man blocks his path, “get the fuck out of my way,” Nick seethes, “I want to talk to my girl.”

You step around the Lieutenent, “I’m not your girl anymore, you’re married for Christ's sake, with TWO kids,” you hold up two fingers for emphasis.

“It didn’t bother you before,” he shrugs, “why should it now?”

“I didn’t fucking KNOW,” you shout, drawing attention from several others around you, “do you really think I’d be here standing like an idiot waiting for you if I knew you were married?! Do you really think I would be dating you or sleeping with you, if I had any idea you had a wife?!”

Nick looks around at the onlookers before letting out a scoff, “I knew you were a whore. Looks like you already replaced me, ain’t that right? And with someone of higher rank.” He laughs, “Keep this up baby and you can fuck an Admiral before the year ends.”

“Stand down, Ensign Arias,” your protector steps closer, his jaw clenched, “go back to your family and leave now. Before I court-martial your ass.”

“What the hell for?” Nick shouts.

“Harassing civilians, disgracing the uniform, threatening an Officer, the list goes on and on.” Nick pales before he spits at the ground.

“You can have her,” he glares at you, “wasn’t that good of pussy anyways.” The Lieutenant takes a threatening step closer, and you grab his arm while Nick scurries away like a rat.

You both watch him walk away before you let go of his arm, “thank you,” you whisper, feeling the tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.”

“He really is a turd waffle,” he mumbles and you burst out laughing, the tears spilling down your cheeks. He hesitantly lifts a hand, brushing the tears off your cheeks, and you lean into his palm closing your eyes, his thumb brushing back and forth. “Jake,” he mumbles and you slowly open your eyes, blinking at him, “My name is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin.

You tell him your name and he repeats it back, the words like honey on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you,” he repeats it again making you shiver. “Would you like to join me for a drink? I know this really great Navy bar called the Hard Deck, and I was going to meet up with a few of my fellow officers and their families.”

“One question,” you step closer, and his hand drops from your cheek, moving to your waist as he whispers anything under his breath. “Are you married or currently seeing anyone? No secret mistresses or lovers I should be concerned about?”

He grins, tugging you by the hooks in your denim jeans closer his lips ghosting over yours, “no, ma’am, I’m a one-woman type of man. And right now,” he presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss, stars exploding across your vision, before pulling back, “I’d like that woman to be you.”

“Fine, I’ll go with you, but only on one condition,” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and closer to your lips.

“What’s that?” he smiles, all the way up to his eyes, glancing down at you like you’re the only one around for miles.

“You do that again,” and he does.

A/N: Comments are appreciated, and yes this is me begging.

#jake hangman seresin #Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader #Female Reader #Top Gun #top gun maverick fanfiction #Autumn Writes

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gglitch1dd · 28 days

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fighting not to rip out my 4c hair cause its cutting off right now 😭anyway thinking of Dilf! Izuku rn and just imagine

his wifey comes back from work, all tired and beaten up (not physically, but mentally). someone gave her wrong info at a meeting which almost messed up an important project, her boss yelled at her and to end her day off, someone spilled coffee on her favorite top and although its not that bad, it broke her down. so her boys just all come to pamper her in love, the little ones cuddling with their mom while Toshinori maybe cooks her some food, buys her favorite treats or something nice. meanwhile Izuku is maybe going to find a certain boss? idk 🤷🏿‍♀️

Hey lovely!!

Great thing about Reader, she doesn't have a job :)

Let me explain, after marrying Izuku, she quit her job to be a stay at home wife and mother. A homemaker if you will. She had no reason to have a job because Izuku quite literally brings in MILLIONS so there was literally no reason for her to stay at her job in the Heroes Safety Commission. This was her decision and was spoken about in the One Shot I did for Izuku in Breedingtober "His Wife".

BUT

She does run the Deku Foundation, which she does stay at home with occasional visits into meetings or going to outreach and charity events.

So if she was angry about someone not doing their part it would probably look like:

"... Maybe we should bake her a cake?"

"Oh like how we baked her cookies?"

"Maybe mama just needs a nap."

"Dad said we should give her some space but maybe she doesn't want space?"

"She's our mom though..."

Walking over to you where you were laying on the couch was your little boy, Koda. He waddled over to you with his stuffed bunny in hand. He put his bunny next to you and outstretched his arms. "Hug?"

You stared down at him for a moment before softening. You picked up your little three year old and picked him up into your lap, wrapping your arms around him. "Thanks buddy."

Suddenly you felt yourself bombarded in a huge hug. Four other boys were piling ontop of you, hugging you.

"It's okay mom!"

"Don't worry. We'll find whoever they are and kick them in the shins!"

"I'll bite them in their kneecaps."

"No one messes with the Midoriyas!"

They all hummed in agreement and you couldn't help but laugh and nodded. You kissed their little heads, so grateful to have your boys there to hug you when you needed it.

Later you receive a message from one of your employees that said person who had been giving you a hard time when it came to the Bunny adoption charity event you were running in a months time, had been replaced.

"What do you mean he's not working for us anymore?" You asked as you walked into your bedroom.

"Mrs Midoriya, he isn't on the contact lists anymore but we do have a replacement who is very eager to work with you."

You looked from your phone over to your husband who lay on your bed with his laptop on his lap, having wanted to quickly finish some paperwork before going back out to the boys that were making a whirlwind downstairs. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Alright, well send them a thank you and everything they need to be up to speed." You put down the phone and walked over to your husband. "Izuku."

"Yes, my love." He answered, moving to look up at you immediately, looking so innocent with his green eyes on you.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Did you do something?" He tilted his head confused. You glared at him playfully. "The only ones able to terminate contracts in the Deku Foundation is me and you, so did you do something?" You asked.

Your husband just stared up at you. He smiled. He stood up and put his hand to caress the side of your head. His large hand dragged down to wrap around your neck as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. "Only what needed to be done." He whispered out. "No one makes my wife's life difficult. Not when I work so hard to make your life as easy as possible."

#Midoriya Family Shenanigans #izuku x reader #dilf midoriya #dilf izuku x reader #dilf izuku midoriya

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hidtired · 7 days

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Unfortunate Timing Prologue

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: You found out your pregnant early into your relationship with Daryl Dixon. To make matters worse? The apocalypse happens a few days later! (not fully canon)

5.7k words

Warnings (Pregnancy, gore, smut, reference to abuse, violence, fluff, walking dead stuff, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 etc.

Pre Apocalypse

You had moved to a small town in Georgia to get away from your parents. Your Aunt Mary had a little boutique and offered a job. Your parents didn’t like you weren’t married yet, not even dating either. So they have been shoving men at you for the last few years. They thought by your age you should have been married with kids. They wanted grandkids. Your brother was married but him and his wife struggled with fertility. The final straw was trying to get you into an arranged marriage with one of your father’s business buddies kid. You had only just turned 30.

It had freaked you out how your parents made it seem like you didn’t have a choice. So you packed your bags, your mother pleaded for you to not go. You broke the lease to your apartment and left without telling them where.

You like the simple life you were leading now. Helping your Aunt's business. You lived with her because she was a widow with no kids and wanted the company. You had some interesting neighbors across the street. You had just driven into the driveway taking notice of a man fixing his truck. It was hot outside and his arms were covered in grease.

You walked into the kitchen where your Aunt was doing dishes. You decided to help making idle talk about how the shop was until you looked out the window to still see the sleeveless man. Your Aunt caught you looking, "Thought you came here to get away from boys?" You smile shyly at being caught, looking back down and handing her a wet plate to be dried. "Never said that... Just the one my parents choose. Didn't have time to look for a date when men were thrown at me randomly by them." Your Aunt was amused to say the least. "That's Daryl Dixon, him and his brother live there. You have to watch yourself with a Dixon. But Daryl has helped me with a few things that broke around the house. He replaced the battery's in the fire alarms for me a week before you came."

You gave her a sideways look, "You trying to set me up now to?" Mary laughs, "Fine fine, granted I do bake something for him every time he does something for me. Could just have a sweet tooth." You look back out the window, ‘Daryl huh?’

It was a week later that you got a call from your brother. You went on a walk to take the call. He was anger that your father was on him for a kid because you had disappeared. The pressure had turned to his wife who was already having a hard time with infertility. It was when you were walking back to the house did the conversation get heated.

"Grow a back bone and yell at them Mathew! Why are you coming at me for!?" He responded with his own venom, "Why couldn't you just do what they asked! But go ahead die alone for all I care!" He ended the call abruptly after. You clenched your teeth tight and closed your eyes trying to compose yourself. A voice called from across the street, "Ya doin alright over there?" You turned to see Daryl beer in hand with the hood of his car open. You sighed shoulders sagging, "Sorry for the yelling." Daryl pick up another beer showing it off to you, "Sounds like ya could use one of these." You put your hands to your hips before deciding to walk over. You grab the beer he handed you with a smile, "Thanks..."

You cracked the can open taking a sip. Daryl stare at you for a second before saying something, “Yer boyfriend causing you trouble?” You chuckled at the thought, making a small face of disgust at it even, “No, that was just my brother being an ass.” Daryl took mental note of that ‘single’. He huffed and looked back down into his trucks hood. “Oh trust me I know how that is.” You look at him as he refocused his attention to his car, ‘That’s right, that’s what your Aunt had said.’ You lean against the truck. “Your Daryl right? I’m Y/N” Daryl looked back up at the mention of you knowing his name, “Oh so ya heard bout us.” He sounded a bit disappointed at the thought. You lean to look inside the car, smiling over to him, “Only the things my Aunt said.” He perked a brow at that, “Who’s yer Aunt? What she say about us?”

“Mary.” You pointed over your shoulder to the house, “And she mentioned you might have a sweet tooth.” Daryl looked over to the house of the lady he often did things for, her niece chiming in again. “Always see you fixing this truck across the street.” He pulled a red rag from his back pocket wiping his hands, “Ya damn thing always seems to be breakin.” He took notice of the girl fully now. You took slow sips of the beer he gave you while starring into the hood. “Well if I have any trouble with my car I know who to ask.” You looked up to him with a shy smile. “I’m useless when it comes to knowing anything about cars.”

That’s how they both started talking. You watching him fix a couple spark plugs while talking about things. Getting to know each other a little. Like how you were helping Mary with her shop. “Ah, so you just moved here.” You nodded, “Mmm about a month. Have no clue where anything is and have no friends so…” you shrug. A breeze started as evening was setting in. Daryl hesitated before saying, “I could show you some local spots.” He bit the side of his thumb nail waiting for an answer. You had bit your bottom lip looking up at him and smiled, “Sounds like fun to me.”

He was worried for a second he messed up, “There’s a bar that everyone knows, real popular on Fridays.” You nodded while looking at him staring down at your watch seeing you had been talking for about a hour. It was getting late so you slowly started to walk backwards to your house. You smile with a glint in your eye, “Sounds like a Date… see you Friday!” You waved and all he could do was look on with wide eyes. Did you just- “Pick you up at 8!” He yelled. He was in slight disbelief at the out come. Had you been flirting with him the whole time?

You had handed him a tool before he could even ask. You had known how to do it all along and played stupid to talk with him. He smiled down as he closed his hood. ‘Oh you were trouble.’

When Friday came he was kicking himself. This was unlike him to go on dates. But he wouldn’t deny he liked you. You were also looking forward to a date for the first time in a while. Preferring it more than being tricked on to one with some guy your parents liked. Daryl probably didn’t fit that kind a guy they would. Oh but your kind definitely. Your Aunt watched you try on an outfit before deciding to go with a floral casual dress that went to your knees. She gave you a smug look and you only rolled your eyes. You had a long black jacket over you, knowing it was already cool outside.

Daryl knocked on the door and off you went in his truck to this bar. He was slightly nervous when he saw you dolled yourself up, and for him? He had lied to Merle where he was going and doing. He was desperately trying not to blow this, “Ya look pretty…” he had said it at a stop light looking over to you. It’s everything a girl wants to hear, and it sure made you smile.

When they got to the bar the bartender seemed confused to see Daryl with a girl. He was normally there with his brother. Mostly to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid he had noticed. “Well if it isn’t a Dixon, tell your brother he still owes me for the glass he broke.” Daryl cringed at the mention of his brother. You just simply took a seat on a stool. “What can I get you two.”

You had a few drinks you’ll admit. You tried a classic drink that the locals had. You were grossed out at the drink causing you and Daryl to laugh. He only had a drink with the need to drive you both home. You had tried to play pool but decided you were a little to inebriated at how many times you missed the ball entirely. You were standing in a corner of the bustling bar talking. You held a bow empty cup dying laughing at a story had told you about his childhood. Sometimes kids dumb actions, like jumping off a shed in a hero outfit, were just funny. You had lost a little balance at your laughing and place a hand onto Daryl’s chest. He only looked down to you putting a hand to your waist to steady you. You had tears of laughter in you eye, you fanning your face to no ruining your make up. He was definitely enjoying this more than he wanted to.

You had been at the bar for about 4 hours with Daryl. You now walked leaning into him in the parking lot. He had an arm around your shoulder leading you to the car door. He started the car and looked over to you, “Should have told me ya were a lightweight.” You gasped offendly, “Lightweight! I’ll have you know I’m just tipsy.” He looked at you questioningly humming. You relaxed into the car seat, “Ok, I’ll admit I haven’t done this in a while- might be a little rusty on the drinking game.”

You both continued to joke around until getting to the neighborhood. He back up in your drive way to later drive into his own. Him doing that thing with his arm as he back up. You bit your lip at the sight. When he parked and looked at you you spoke, “Thank you for this Daryl, I had fun.” He nodded, “Was my pleasure…” you had slowly moved closer crossing the middle seat. He looked down at your flushed face, mostly done by the alcohol. That liquid courage probably giving you the strength to grab him by the chin and slowly kiss him. He leaned into it grabbing your hip. You pulled back with a bashful smile,

“Same time next week?”

He had fully smiled at that, “Ya bet your sweet ass. Now get out of here miss ‘tipsy’.” You giggle wiggling your way out of the car. Waving goodbye with a stupid smile on your face. He felt his heart skip a beat, ‘oh he was real screwed…’

That night he even thought back to how you were looking at him on the way back. He had caught you leaned against the window with hooded eye. When he looked at you, you tried to fight a smile. Oh and how could he not think of the kiss. His hands dragged down his face at the thought.

This went on for a little over a month. You would see each other throughout the week but Fridays you would go out. Small touch’s and kisses here and there. It wasn’t until you ended up back at that bar that things changed. You were only 2 drinks in. You sat in a booth with Daryl. Head on his shoulder and hands intertwined under the table. You pulled away getting up, “I’m going to get another drink and you a beer. Then I’ll wipe your ass in a game of pool!” Daryl chuckled, “Let’s hope you can hit the ball with your cue this time.” You stuck out your tongue at him while walking to the bar. You had only been waiting for your drinks when a man slide up next to you.

“Whats a pretty thing like you doing with a Dixon? He blackmailing you?” The man held a sleazy smirk. You only look at him with disgust ignoring him. It was when he put his hand to your arm pulling you closer did you talk to him, “Hey back off!” The man’s grip tightened, “What you a hooker or something? Only way a Dixon could get some pipe is by paying for a slut.” You had yanked your arm from him, you falling back a little before landing against someone behind you. A arm rapping around you, you recognized it instantly, Daryl. His voice growling and rumbling against you, “Back off my girl.”

The man who was bothering you only rolled his eyes, “Maybe keep your slut on a leash-“ You had felt Daryl lean forward behind you before you even saw him sock the guy in the face. You had gasped and turned to push Daryl back from the guy. He stumbled and held his nose. You whispered to Daryl, “Ok it’s time to go…” You tried to push him closer to the door but the jackass decided to spit out another comment, “Ya let your bitch drag you away pussy!” You felt Daryl lean forward and resisted you leading him backwards but you spoke softly up to him, “Please…” His eyes briefly met yours. He looked back up to the guy who was probably drunk but, Daryl’s blood was boiling with rage. He relented at your plea and walked out the exit.

He was quiet as he walked back to the truck. Walking a little faster ahead of you. When he got into the drivers seat you had said his name but he wasn’t listening. He put the key in the ignition, turning it on but your hand rested onto his arm and you said his name again, “Daryl…”. He slumped a little and turned the car back off. He slowly turned to look at you. You scooted closer into him. You closed your hands around his face so he would look at you. You gave a small smile, “Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck before leaning back to look at him.

He signed and placed his forehead to yours talking a moment. He thought maybe he was gonna scary you off at the out burst. He whispered, “Hope I didn’t scare ya.” You chuckled shaking your head, “They opposite really. I was scared of that guy and then you came and I felt ok again.” He inhaled a breath before I closing his arms around you. He pulled you into him more and you rapped an arm around his back. You sat there for a moment before you spoke, “Soooo, Your girl huh?”

Daryl froze in place. Didn’t even register he said it in the moment. He pulled back from you, mouth agape, stuttering before he gave up at trying to say anything. You placed a hand into his hair playing with a strand of hair, “I’m your girl?” You had almost whispered it. Daryl cleared his throat, “Will you be?” You let out a breathy sigh,

“Yeah, thought you’d never ask.”

That is when you officially started dating. Sat in the truck, in the parking lot, making out for a good 10 minutes.

You were enjoying the new found established relationship. Over the next week was filled with your Aunt seeing you cuddle on the couch watching a movie. You had even managed to give him a small haircut in his bathroom, “Hmm, I think you would look good with long hair.” Sometime you would find yourself in Daryl’s room laying on his bed just talking when Merle was away.

Speaking of Merle he had later found out when at the bar that his baby brother started a fight over his girlfriend. He had thought nothing of it until he asked his brother if it was true. When it was confirmed he laid hurtful comments at him. ‘No one can love someone like us!’ ‘Like you really?’ It was a definite damage to his ego. But some of the things he said about you rubbed him the wrong way. It made him defensive, ‘She a good lay?’ ‘got you pussy whipped.’ They had yet to even cross that line.

You know understood why Daryl had not wanted you to met his brother at first. He made rude and sexually comments to you. Often either being sexist or racist any time near him. You mostly tried to say clear of him.

Then there came the drama that followed from your parents. Apparently your Aunt let it slip to your brother you were with her. He told your parents and now here you were getting a call from her shop. You picked up the business phone and before you could even spit out your prepared greeting you heard your father’s voice boom over the phone. “Now you listen to me little lady you’re coming back home!” You pause shocked. “Your little tantrum is done and you will do as you’re told!” You could hear your mother in the back telling him to calm down. You to in a breath and replied calmly, “Dad, I will do no such thing.”

He was yelling more. You had caught something about a wedding date and some name before your mother took the phone from him. “Honey, you need to come back home ok?” You really couldn’t understand why, “No Mama I like it here.” She went to go on, “We are just doing what we think is best for you. We just want you to be happy with a husband.” You had enough snapping at them for the first time, “You want what’s best for you. If you wanted me happy you would have listened to me! I’ll have you know with the time I’ve been gone I finally feel free. I even got a boyfriend!”

Your mother gasped, “In the town you’re in! What redneck white trash could you possibly find out there!” You were surprised at the way your mother spoke. But you were also mad at it. You angrily replied, “His name is Daryl Dixon! Fuck you! Never call me again!” You hung up seething. You had closed the shop a little early.

After the call from your parents you walked to the bar. The bartender seemed surprised seeing you without Daryl before asking, “Your usual?” You nodded with an appreciative smile. While waiting for the drink you noticed Daryl’s brother with a few other people. You ignored him deciding you would have the one drink and go home, not really in the mood to deal with Merle.

You had just finished your drink when you heard a commotion behind you. Merle and another were arguing. It was getting really heated. You had stood about ready to leave when the other guy threatened Merle, “I’ll kill you for this!” When you had turned Merle was smug looking and unaware of the knife being pulled from behind the man’s pants. You had yelled, “Merle!” In a panic you lobbed your glass at the man. It shattered over his head sending him to crumple to the side on a table. The knife slipping from his hand and landing in front of him. Merle looked down at the knife before looking up to where the glass came from, spotting you. You were shocked with your mouth open looking at the man holding his head in pain, before looking back to Merle. The few other men that were sitting with them getting up displeased.

Merle realizing he was out numbered started to run toward you. He had grabbed you by the arm and dragged you with him to the exit. The bartender yelled as you got dragged away. “Hey!” You had yelled back before the door closed, “Sorry Lawrence I’ll pay you back later!” Merle was still dragging you along to his motorcycle. The door had swung open and the angry men started to pursue you both. Merle had yelled at you when you pause to look at the door, “Get the fuck on!”

You had hopped over the seat and sat behind him. Not having a moment to hold on before he started to speed off. It wasn’t until he pulled into his driveway that you started telling him off.

Daryl had heard Merle’s motorcycle pull in but he wasn’t expecting to hear you yelling right after it. “Goddamn I’m already having a shit day!” When he walked out the front door to see you telling Merle off as he just sat there on his bike silently taking it. He had never seen his brother not throwing words back at someone. “Are you an idiot!” Not even that got a reaction from him. Daryl knew that would normally get replied by violence. It wasn’t until he spoke did you turn at his voice, “The hell is goin on?” Your anger soon crumpled into tears, you were overwhelmed and maybe a bit scared still body pumping with adrenaline. Daryl almost got whiplash at the sudden mood shift.

That didn’t stop him from hugging you as you started to cry. He shot a look to his brother who still sat on his bike. Merle looking weirded out at the sudden tears. "The hell you do ta her?!” Merle rubbed the back of his neck, "May have got into a bit of a fight at the bar with some folks. She kinda stopped me from being stabbed." He had felt you shaking in his grasp now. He knew you hated conflict, told him about the pit that would form in your stomach. But you stopping Merle from being stabbed? "How she do that?" Merle chuckled, "Threw her glass across the room! Knocked him clean on his sorry ass." He seemed almost impressed by you.

Daryl started leading you back toward your home. Daryl turning to yell back to his brother, "Whatever man piss off." He had gotten you into your house before you spoke, "My Aunt went on her Cabo trip with her book club friends. She'll be gone a week... stay?" He gulped, "If ya really want me to." You nodded, "I don't wanna be alone." He saw you were scared.

He lay next to you in your bed after you calmed down and ate dinner. "Want to talk bout it?" You moved closer to him leading him to put a arm over you. You sighed into him, "I was at the bar because I had a rough conversation with my parents. Somethings were said. Their the reason I moved here, to get away from. I saw Merle and then the knife- then all those men chased us." Your hand rose to pinch the bridge of your nose, "Just been a- a shit day." You move to look up to Daryl's blue eyes a smirk rising to your lips at the worried and tight look he was giving you. He relax a little at your attention. He dragged a hand up your arm to your face, "Merle seems to think your a badass now." He himself was a little proud to hear what you did. You grunted into his chest, "He'd better. Saved his dumbass."

You were talking for a while after that. Seeing the clock blinking 1am now. You were sleepy but enjoyed talking to him to much to fall asleep. Sleep was pulling at your eyes and a question that should have been a inside thought slipped out, "Why haven't we had sex yet?" Daryl was a little taken back but not to shocked at the question, he hummed, "Honestly not a clue, I like you to much to mess anything up." Maybe the tired feeling was making his lips a little loose to. He paused before continued, "I've only had meaningless sex. Nothing with feeling behind it." He smirked down to your hazy eyes, "Why? You tryin to get in my pants?" You chuckled adding a little shrug, "Perhaps. Take me out to dinner and we'll see how the night goes from there." That made Daryl's heart beat a little harder. Of course he has thought about it before just didn't know how to act on it with you. He held you a little tighter to him, goofy smile to his face, "Yes Ma'am."

Take you out to dinner he did. Nothing to fancy but by the end of that night you offered him to follow you inside. You were laughing while bumping backwards into things as you both kissed. You stripping buttons down his shirt when he paused face looking uncomfortable. You stopped at the look. He sighed squeezing his eyes tight. Reminding himself it was you. "Uh sorry, just forgot to mention- just look fer yourself..." You softly pulled the shirt down off of him. Revealing scars along his body.

You dragged a finger along one. You look up at him with round eyes. He looked away before saying, “M’ Daddy was a drunk.” You intake air and release it at the information. You leaned down and kissed the scar you touched. Everything turned slow from that point, more sensual. He rolled into you at a pace he never had before. He was used to chasing a feeling, getting it over with. But every time he would push into you he couldn’t help but love the groans you made. You sure loved the noises subconsciously coming out of him as well. You would move up into him. The slow motion had sent you crazy. Leading you to claw at him begging for more. He didn’t go faster but harder.

Your moans filled your bedroom. Daryl was sucking on your neck while rutting into you. He was huffing out air and grunting in exertion. The tight clench he felt around him damn near knocked the wind out of him. He had pulled out and rested his head on your chest while trying to catch his breath. You dug your hands into the back of his hair.

That night lead to many more like it. Which is what lead you to the current situation going on. You were in the bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Not just one but three. You sat on the floor contemplating, 'How did this happen?' 'Do I keep it?' 'How do I tell Daryl?' You and Daryl had been only officially dating for 3 and a half months now. The first test had you in denial, the second had you begging. The third had you close to acceptance. At least you weren't ugly crying anymore. Before anything you needed to tell Daryl. So you called him over saying it was urgent.

He opened the front door and jogged to your room seeing you crisscross on the bed looking distraught. He kneeled down at the front of your bed looking up at you. You took in a nervous breath before talking, "If you need a moment after I tell you this, its okay, I wont be mad." Daryl's heart dropped to his ass, 'were you about to end stuff between them?'

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes slowly widened and he looked down to your stomach then back to you. He abruptly stood up then paused again. His mind moving a mile a minute but also not at all. The one thing to click was "A father? ME?' He slowly walked out the room. You sat there with tears burning in your eyes watching him leave the room. He paced back and forth hand running into his hair. The fight or flight in him was telling him to run, he was overwhelmed. Then he heard a small sniffle come from the room he had just come from. That stopped him in his tracks. He thinks he loves you. You both hadn't gotten to saying it out loud to each other. He didn't know what love felt like but this was what he imagined it to be. He hated to see you cry. Made him feel like maybe he would to if he didn't fix your tears. When he heard you he slowly made his way back into the room. Realizing you were most likely as terrifies as him, more so even.

You felt his arms around you making you cry harder. You had run the possibility of him leaving in your mind. Fully aware of his lack of a good father in his life. When you pulled away to look at him he also had tears going down his face. It was the first you have seen him cry. You had now put your arms around his middle and pulled him down to now lay on top of you. You had a tight hold on him and he you. You both calmed down and you knew he wasn't leaving, then he also whispered into you, "I've got ya. Both of ya."

It was rough that first day. It didn't feel real. You told Daryl how you were going to make a appointment in the morning. You asked if he was wanting to go with. He had slowly nodded deep in thought. You had said they could talk about everything in time.

You both had time.

You had an appointment in a week, the receptionist suggesting you go and buy prenatal vitamins before then. You also broke the news to your Aunt, she was supportive. Saying she would love to help with anything you needed. You and her walked a few blocks to a small store connected to a pharmacy. You looked to the shelves of pills. You held two big bottles, different brands, of prenatal vitamins. The sound of screaming alerting you to a disturbance in the store. You turn to your Aunt with a questioning look. You both peaked around the aisle spotting someone on top of the other, a fight perhaps?

Gun shots to your left making you jump. You turned seeing a man backing down the aisle beside you shooting rounds into a woman approaching him. You witnessed the women not even flinch to each shot. Your Aunt pulled you by the shoulder backwards down the lane. Another person who was pale with foggy eyes rounded the corner. It grabbed your Aunt and before you could blink took a bit out of her neck. You watch in horror as she dropped to the ground with that person on top of her. Blood from her throat being ripped out had splattered across your face. You screamed terrified. The lady the man had been shooting at now turned the corner from the aisle they were in. Now she was covered in blood though. You look down to your Aunt who had stopped moving. The thing taking notice of you. So you ran.

You had just seen your Aunt being brutally murdered. You ran out the door of the building pill bottle still in hand. You saw people running, cars crashing. Others getting hit by cars. It was a nightmare but you felt like you need to keep moving. You ran down the road back to your house. Dodging anyone covered in blood.

Daryl had kicked the door open to your house. Merle was packing stuff into the truck across the road. He screamed your name looking for you anywhere. When he couldn’t find you he ran back to the car, “I can’t find her!” Merle rolled his eyes, “Forget about her! She probably died someone where let’s get are asses out of here!” Daryl yelled back at him with rage. “THE IS NO WAY IN HELL IM GOING ANYWHERE WITHOUT HER!” The yell had shocked Merle. Daryl had never talk to him like that. “We can find you a new lady we gotta go!” Then Daryl did something more unexpected. He shoved Merle back. He had hit the side door of the truck, Merle was about to hit him when he yelled, “She’s pregnant man!”

Daryl had a panicked and pained expression on his face. He started to stuttered out, “I-I gotta go look—“ The sound of his name being yelled from a distance made him turn in the direction. He was relieved to see you running full speed toward him. His relief flooded by panic at the sight of blood painted across your face and cloths. He ran the rest of the way to you. Crashing into each other in an embrace. You struggled to regain breath after how long you were running. Daryl had held your face seeing were the blood came from. Tears forming in your eyes, “It’s not mine…” Merle’s voice cutting in, “Come on love birds we gotta go now!”

Daryl lead you to the car opening the door and making you jump in, “Stay here I’m going to get some of your stuff.” He ran off back to your house and Merle started tightening the cables to the bike in the back. He sat down in the driver seat and looked over to you. You had two pill bottles on your lap and you stared at your hands shaking. He then noticed all the blood on you and decided to keep his mouth shut. Daryl ran back throwing a duffel bag in the back before going to the passenger side. You sat in the middle still a little stunned. Like a bird who flew into glass.

Daryl’s arm went behind your head resting on your shoulders. You leaned into him. Merle had started to peel out of the space driving off into a direction. You heard little of the talk between them. Choosing a quarry they know to get away from the towns and head into the woods.

All you knew was the world was changing.

Part 2

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Sorry for mistakes I to eepy its 2 am. I'm dyslexic and struggle with it and normally reread 10 times to fix mistakes but this is so long I wanna go to bed.

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A Chance Encounter

[A request from @leathercanuck90, enjoy folks!]

Neil had been on the road for hours. Driving down the motorway returning home from work, the sky was blackened and the rain was chucking it down. It wasn't exactly his ideal weather to be driving in, in fact he was anxious each time a car sped by on another lane.

It had been a rough few months for Neil, work had needed him to stay on for overtime in the office, his wife had divorced him taking the kids with her, his luck was just about running out and sometimes he wished it was all over. But he kept telling himself it had to get better at some point.

Driving on, he checked a sign at the side of the road, about 5 miles to home, and a service station coming up. He considered it for a moment. He did need to piss from all the coffee he'd been drinking on his shift, wouldn't be a bad idea to stop and get something to eat either. He switched on his indicator and moved to the left-most lane, turning onto the road that led to a car park. Neil parked his car and undid his seatbelt, turning the engine off. He sighed and looked ahead. He could see the lights of the garage in the distance. He put on his raincoat and opened his door, being greeted to the cold, wet rain hammering down outside. He shut his car door, locking it and proceeded to hurry over to the building.

Getting inside he lowered his hood and dried his shoes on the mat. Looking around he could see a little cafe with a seating area, nearby toilets, not too many people around. It wasn't too bad, quite charming infact. Neil wanted to have a look at the cafe to see what was available, but then he remembered his bladder was full. He could get some food after.

Hurrying into the men's toilet, he ran over to the urinal closest to the door, unzipped his trousers and began to piss, sighing in relief. He hoped for a moment that nobody had heard him, but there seemed to be nobody else there. He shrugged and continued pissing. A few seconds later he heard footsteps and the door was slammed open. A sweaty-looking man dressed in motorbike leathers burst in panting, spooking Neil. The man looked to see Neil and composed himself, giving Neil a nod and walking over to the urinal next to him.

'Hey, sorry if I frightened you pal. I'm bursting! Bit of a bad night huh?' the man asked, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out.

'Oh yeah, it's awful!' said Neil, nervously chuckling. He eyed the man next to him, he seemed to be impressively built and he couldn't help noticing the size of his cock.

'Where you coming in from then?' the biker asked, looking to Neil, who he noticed was looking and began to chuckle. Neil looked to him and read the situation.

'Oh, oh no sorry!' stammered Neil.

'Hey it's alright. Hell, I've got nowhere to be if you've got time' said the biker, winking at him. Neil froze on the spot. Was this man offering himself to him.

'Umm, sorry Sir, I'm not about that life' said Neil, looking away and beginning to zip up his trousers.

'Aww come on buddy, it'd be just us, nobody has to know!' teased the biker, leaning towards him, knocking him playfully on the shoulder. Neil thought about it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, life had been pretty shit lately but this absolute leather stud of a man was offering something he knew he'd always been curious about.

'C'moooon!' whined the biker. Neil looked to the ceiling, shaking his head.

'Fine, why not?' said Neil, flapping his arms in surrender.

'Oh hell yeah!' cried the biker, zipping up his flyers and getting a good look at Neil.

'So, uh. How would we go about this?' asked Neil. The biker approached him, sizing him up.

'Well first' began the biker, lifting Neil up by his armpits and slamming him into the wall, pinning him close to it, giving his neck a good, deep sniff.

'Oh, my…' said Neil in surprise, not expecting such force.

'Mmmm, you smell so good' said the biker seductively, kissing Neil's neck. Neil could feel himself hardening in his pants.

'It's Imperial Leather' Neil chuckled, the biker thrusted his pelvis into Neil causing him to moan out.

'Oh you like leather huh? Guess it's your lucky night!' said the biker smiling, looking at Neil's lips. He moved in and kissed Neil passionately, pushing him even more into the wall.

'God I want to be inside you!' the biker growled, moving his hands to feel Neil's slim frame. Neil thought about it, he'd never actually been fucked in the ass before.

'Does it hurt?' asked Neil absent-mindedly, to which the biker pulled back and looked at him confused.

'I mean does it hurt when a guy's entering your backside? I've always wondered' said Neil. The biker began laughing.

'Oh Honey! You're new to all this huh?' he asked, kissing Neil gently.

'Well I mean this is the first time I've had the chance to have sex with a man' Neil explained. The biker nodded in understanding.

'I see, well from my experience it doesn't. You'll love what I'm gonna do to you. You're a bit of a tight squeeze, but I can work with that' the biker said, reaching around to caress Neil's ass.

'Oh, I see. Well then, should we go somewhere so nobody finds us?' asked Neil. The biker shook his head and turned Neil to face the wall, pinning him to it again.

'Nah, this shouldn't take long' said the biker, massaging Neil's ass, crouching down to undo Neil's belt and pull his trousers and pants down. Neil placed his hands on the wall and looked down as he saw his own dick spring free of it's confines. The biker proceeded to plunge his tongue into Neil's ass hole, making him yelp out in surprise. He could feel it tickling the sides as it explored, lubricating it. It felt amazing. Neil looked to the ceiling, breathing heavily, moaning and panting.

'Alright buddy, going in!' said the biker as he unzipped his own leather trousers and dropped them to his ankles, pulling down his own boxers and placing his dick between Neil's ass cheeks. He started out slow as it slid into the untouched territory. Neil began moaning, slapping his right hand on the wall. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he was loving it. The biker began grunting as he began to fuck his way in gradually deeper and deeper. Eventually his whole dick was inside Neil's ass.

'Now here's where the magic happens Baby' whispered the biker, and he placed his hands on Neil's shoulders, which to Neil's astonishment began to sink through his shirt's fabric and merge with his shoulders. He was lost for words, he could only watch as the biker's arms proceeded to slip into his own, taking control of them and giving ownership to the biker. The arms began to feel Neil's body.

'Feels good don't it?' asked the biker. Neil nodded, gasping from the warm, orgasmic sensation he was feeling. The biker rested his chin on Neil's right shoulder and placed the hands against the wall, pressing his chest against Neil's back.

The biker began to move his feet into Neil's legs, starting with his right one, letting it sink in, and then the left one. Neil was beginning to lose all feeling as this new sensation of the biker invading his body overtook him. All responsibilities, all the shit going on in life just didn't matter to him anymore. It was all about this biker now.

The biker began gyrating his hips, sinking further into Neil's body, merging with his ass, back and chest. Then he pushed Neil's head against the wall as he proceeded to merge his head with Neil's. Eventually the biker was fully inside Neil's body and grabbed his new dick, pumping several loads of cum out, alongside all of Neil's memories, anxiety and sorrows. He stood there a new man with a mix of Neil's clothes and the biker's leathers. He began to chuckle.

'Well, Mr. Neil that was glorious, but I think I'm gonna go by Larry now' said the man, removing his clothing. He felt everything, his new ass, his dick, he checked himself out in the mirror. A lot of Neil's face had been kept.

'Oh Honey we're looking cute as fuck now!' Larry chuckled, flexing and admiring his own muscles. He put on the biker's leathers, leaving Neil's clothes behind and walked out of the toilets, he took a nose ring out of his pocket and clipped it on and headed back to the car park. It was still raining outside, but that wasn't a problem. He sauntered over to his motorbike and began to rev the engine.

'Mmmm, yeah. Hear that baby purr!' whispered Larry. Putting on his helmet and speeding off into the night.

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“SHE’S THE MAN” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Mileena are in a debate of who’s the “man” in the relationship. To be clear you are slightly a masculine woman. (Not fully just have some masculine traits). This is based on a shameless episode btw. This is a joke to poke FUN at the ridiculousness of the running gag that there has to be a “man” in the relationship. Do not take it seriously

WARNINGS : I don’t think any but maybe gender “traditional” for some??? It’s a happy ending either way so don’t cry in my comments pls. I just thought it was a funny concept

MASTERLIST

Mileena was prepping up the palace for a ball she was having. As she did so, your Earthrealm comrades were sitting at the table eating with Kitana. You were on your phone.

Your Empress had walked up to you and showed you a pretty black ball dress. “Look, (Y/N)! This would look stunning on you!”

You took a look at it and practically gagged a little. “No thanks.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

You gave your girlfriend a look like it was obvious. “Does it look like I wear dresses, sweetheart?”

Mileena handed the dress to one of her servants before angrily turning to you. “Aren’t you a girl?”

“Are you saying all girls have to wear dresses? Not very gender inclusive of you.” You taunted at her a little and when you seen the death glare she shot at you, you immediately shut up.

Johnny Cage placed his fork down before looking at the two of you. “Which one of you is the man in the relationship anyway?” They all turned to give him a look and he shrugged as if he didn’t say anything wrong. “What? I’m asking the real questions.”

“I am.” You and Mileena both said at the same time.

You erupted with laughter. Mileena gave you a dirty look. “What? What is so funny?”

You stood up from your seat and swung your arm around her. “Mileena you are not close to being the man in the relationship.”

Mileena removed your arm around her. “Excuse you but who killed the spider last Friday? Me.”

“Spider phobia is a real thing.”

“Arachnophobia.” Raiden quickly corrected you.

Johnny intervened. “Alright I can quickly settle this. Who does the hitting in the relationship?”

Mileena quickly slapped you to prove a point. “I do.”

You felt your face and gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Um…OW!”

Johnny looked to see your reaction. He nodded and went back to eating. “(Y/N), let you hit her. She’s the man.”

You laughed in Mileena’s face and Mileena gave Johnny a look. “How does that prove anything?!”

“It just does.”

Kitana shook her head. “You all are ridiculous…but if I had to pick who then Mileena.”

This time, Mileena laughed in your face and you rolled your eyes. “What criteria does she reach for you to assume that?”

“Last time I checked, Mileena is the one that always defends your honor.”

Kung Lao decided to speak. “Who does the cooking and cleaning?”

“I do.” You said.

“Yeah, Mileena’s the man.”

You scoffed. “Oh? Sue me because I like a nice and clean lifestyle with a home cooked meal while this one likes to live like we’re at the barn in Charlotte’s Webb.” You said all while pointing at Mileena.

Mileena slapped your shoulder with a gasp. “I do not! I just don’t have time to clean or cook. Unlike you I have a palace to run.”

“Right because throwing the 10,000th annual ball for the third time this week really sums up as ‘I’m busy.’”

“Oh god…they even fight like a married couple.” Kenshi said.

You turned your attention to Raiden. “Raiden. Buddy. Please help my girlfriend’s insanity and tell her the truth!”

Raiden sighed. “I do not want to be part of this ridiculous argument.” When he seen your puppy dog eyes he shook his head. “That was a very feminine thing to do, (Y/N).”

“Dammit!” You stomped your foot and Mileena laughed. Liu Kang finally joined the table. He sat down and you thought this was your one hope. “Lord Liu Kang. Be honest. Who’s the man in the relationship? Me? Or the woman that was literally formally a princess?” When he was about to say something, you cut him off. “And if you say you’re too high and mighty to have this conversation-so help the Elder Gods, I will burn this place to the ground.”

Liu Kang leaned back in his seat as if to think of it. Then he spoke. “Mileena.”

“What?” You asked shocked. “Who’s side are you on? So much for my mentor.”

“Wait a second.” Kenshi said. “Who’s on top when you guys go at it?”

“Me.” You and Mileena both say again.

You gave Mileena a look. “You being on top every third Tuesday of the month does not count.”

“We should’ve led up with that question…” Johnny trailed off. “Yeah, (Y/N) is the man. Debate over.”

Mileena gasped as if she was outraged. “You know what? I don’t even care! I just wanted you to wear the dress! Can’t you do anything I ask of you?”

She stormed off. You watch her walk off and you turned back to your friends. “So that temper tantrum solidified me being the man right?” Everyone nodded saying a ‘yeah’ “Good.”

Mileena’s ball was happening. She sat on the throne wearing her pink dress. You hadn’t arrived. She was starting to think that you were actually mad at her.

She sighed, fiddling with her drink with the straw. That’s when she heard footsteps reach her throne. She looked up and there she saw you.

There you stood in the black ball gown that she had showed you earlier. Mileena smiled big. “(Y/N).”

“You are so lucky this is an all black dress.”

Mileena set her drink down and went to hug you. You hugged her back lovingly. She pulled back and noticed you wearing black sneakers.

“I don’t do heels.”

Mileena didn’t care though. You were wearing the dress. “That’s sweet of you, lover but if you were really uncomfortable with wearing the dress then you didn’t have to wear it.”

You shrugged a little. “It’s not a big deal. You like it so I like it. Plus, I look hot.”

“That you do.” She gave you a peck on the lips. “Let’s go dance. I’m leading.”

“Yeah, you wish.”

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 5 (Part 4)

Following is part 4 of my translation of Chapter 5 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-83 to 7-87. This concludes Chapter 5.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-83

The Darkness: ……..

Sebek: Away with you! We’ve no time for this!

(Something begins to glow in the distance)

Sebek: Hmm? What’s that light yonder…

Grim: What the? Where are we?

Yuu: What a cute little house.

Sebek: That’s… ‘Tis Sir Lilia’s domicile! I gather this must be another part of his dream, then…?

???: You want me to teach your grandkid martial arts?

???: Yes, sir.

Sebek: !! Those voices… Are Sir Lilia and My Grandfather here!?

Baul: My daughter and her husband's other two kids never showed much interest in it, but… They had another child not too long ago, and he’s been saying how much he wants to become a Guardsman like me one day. He was asking me if I could train him.

Lilia: I see. But why’re you asking me to do it? I think you’d be the better choice, considering you’re an advisor to the Guard now.

Baul: Erm, it’s just… When it’s family you’re working with, it’s hard to… How should I put this…

Lilia: Ha ha ha! You’d go easy on him, wouldn’t you? Typical Baul. Alright then, I’ll do it.

Baul: Many thanks, General!

Lilia: Oi, Baul. I retired centuries ago, you know that.

Baul: My apologies, old habits die hard…

Lilia: Sure sounds like it! Considering you were the one who served as the General of the Right after I did. And now you’re retired, too. In any case, how old’s this grandchild of yours?

Baul: He’ll be seven this year.

Lilia: Seven, huh… So he’s about the same age as the boy I’m looking after. I’m sure they’ll be great practice buddies. And what’s his name?

Baul: Sebek.

Lilia: My, that sounds so gallant! But just so we're clear, I’m not going to go easy on him just because he’s your grandson. I’m going to work him to the bone.

Baul: Yes, sir. Please train him well.

Lilia: To be honest, I was a bit concerned when your daughter announced she’d be marrying that human, but… Sounds like you’ve mellowed out a bit.

Baul: Ack- I have not accepted that little weakling of a man as my son-in-law. It’s just… My grandkids don’t have anything to do with any of the issues I have with him, you know?

Sebek: …Grandfather…. You were the one who instilled within me my passion for reading, the one who instructed me in fae language, and the one who paved the way for me to become Sir Lilia’s apprentice… I am who I am thanks to his and my family’s support. Surely… Surely, the same goes for him, as well… Where are you, Silver…!

Sebek: It doesn’t appear we’ll find Silver here. The Darkness sprang upon him as soon as he caught sight of the Knight of Dawn’s face, but… I must admit, they did resemble each other severely. Perchance the Knight is some long bygone ancestor of his? Or perhaps he’s… No, ruminating on it isn’t going to do us any good. Silver and Sir Lilia are teacher and student, and they are family. And that is all I need to know.

Grim: No matter where we go, the Darkness just keeps poppin’ up again!

Sebek: And all this wandering about has gotten me ravenous. Silver, you damn-… Can you believe one of Briar Valley’s most esteemed heroes was once reduced to changing that little twit’s diapers!? I’ve heard how he’d oft enquire by my father for advice on rearing human children. I understand there was a period when Silver kept waking up frequently throughout the night, mewling and fussing over every little thing. And Sir Lilia was positively perplexed.

Yuu: Maybe he had colic…

Sebek: He was unrivaled and unerring as leader of the Guard, and then he was suddenly thrust into the absolute hell that is childrearing… Yet despite everything, he always remained by Silver’s side. And he did so FOR SEVENTEEN WHOLE YEARS!! And now Silver goes and does this…! I just don’t understand…! Grrr!!! I shan’t be satisfied until I give him a piece of my mind!! SILVER! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU FOOL!? SHOW YOURSELF!

Grim: Oi, keep it down! The Darkness is gonna-

(The Darkness appears)

Grim: Look, I told ya so!!!

Sebek: Begone with you!!

(The Darkness retreats)

Grim: Haaah, haaaah… I’m all worn out. Come on, Silver. Where the heck are you?

(A light shines in the distance, and they see another one of Lilia’s memories)

Lilia: Here, why don’t you boys try pulling these spoons across the table using magic? You just gotta go like… You know, like this! And then throw in some of that!

Young Silver: Some of… what now?

Young Sebek: Grrrr…. Move, you stupid spoon!

Young Silver /Young Sebek: Arrrrgggh!!!!

Lilia: Relax, straining yourselves won’t help one bit. First you need to loosen up, and then just go like, swoosh! And presto!

Young Silver/Young Sebek: ??????

Malleus: ….Heh heh.

Lilia: What’s so funny, Malleus?

Malleus: Oh, nothing. Your teaching methods haven’t changed in the slightest, Lilia. I remember struggling to understand you when I was younger, it was all much too abstract for me. Silver, Sebek, watch me and then give it another try. First, steady your breathing and hold your hand out. Imagine your magic as a line of thread connecting your hand to the spoon. Once that visualization has solidified in your mind’s eye.. Pull back your hand - quickly, as though reeling in a fish on a line.

Young Silver: So I just gotta hold out my hand… Imagine connecting a line of thread to the spoon… And then it’s just like reeling in a fish… Come here!! …I did it! I pulled over the spoon using my magic!

Young Sebek: What!?

Young Silver: Thank you so much, Lord Malleus!

Malleus: You’ve nothing to thank me for.

Young Sebek: Grrrr…. Please watch, Lord Malleus! I promise I’ll pull it off, too!

Lilia: Oi, Sebek. I told you, don’t strain yourself so much.

Malleus / Lilia: Heh heh heh/Kufufu

Sebek: In the end, it wasn’t until nearly a year and a half later that I finally gained control over my magic. But despite that, Sir Lilia continued to train me with upmost patience. And when Lord Malleus would call upon Sir Lilia on occasion, he’d watch over the both of us…. *sniffle* We cannot let things end like this… We absolutely cannot!!

Young Sebek: This is it! Hiyaa!!

Lilia: The match is over! One point for Silver!

Young Silver: Thank you. …You okay, Sebek?

Young Sebek: Shut up! I want a rematch! Just you wait, I’m gonna be able to beat you before you know it!

Lilia: Kufufu. That’s the spirit, Sebek. Even though you just recently started your training, it’s amazing how well you’re able to move around. You’ve got real talent, just like your grandfather did.

Young Sebek: R-Really!?

Young Silver: …Hmph... Sebek, let’s go another round. Bet you I’m gonna win again.

Young Sebek: Bring it on! Let’s go!

Sebek: …To this day, I can count on my hands the number of times I’ve bested Silver in battle. And I shan’t ever be able to rectify our score if we don’t find him. We must hurry!

Grim: Man… It’s like Silver just vanished into thin air. I don’t get it, I know the knight looked just like ‘im and all, but why was he so shocked? ‘Cause I mean, back at school people keep mistakin’ me for a tanuki or a cat an’ stuff. It ain’t really somethin’ worth gettin’ that upset about.

Sebek: ‘Tis certainly a possibility their resemblance is but a mere coincidence… However, the Knight was in possession of the same ring that Silver has. He said prior it was something he’d had on his person when Lilia found him… Thus, it’s likely they must be connected in some way.

Grim: Yeah but still, the Knight of Dawn lived, like, hundreds of years ago. He’s long gone now, ain’t any use fussin' over him anymore.

Sebek: For Sir Lilia and my grandfather - and for Lord Malleus, as well – the Knight of Dawn isn’t someone they can simply forget and move on from… You might say.

Yuu: I can totally understand why it was so shocking for him.

Sebek: Something’s been on my mind ever since we entered Sir Lilia’s dream. Just as with Silver, my father’s ancient ancestors were most likely the fae’s… You know. And so I cannot say I do not completely understand his despondency. However…. That said, there’s no reason he must give himself the blame, especially considering how Sir Lilia feels. We’ve no time for his dilly-dallying. We must find him and knock some sense into him – quickly!

(The Darkness appears)

Grim: Ha! I ain’t afraid of you no more!

(Sebek rushes over and puts his hand over Grim’s mouth)

Sebek: ……..Quiet!

Grim: Hmpfh!?

Sebek: I hear something.

Grim: Mmph? Hmmph?

Sebek: It’s a faint sound, off in the distance. Some sort of animal… No, it’s a baby’s cry?

Grim: Hmph…(Grim knocks off Sebek’s hand) You’re right! I hear it, too! But there’s no way a baby’d be here.

Yuu: Maybe it’s a ghost…?

Sebek: Regardless of what it may be, it might provide us a clue in locating Silver. The sound appears be to be originating from over yonder. Let’s go!

Sebek: It’s growing ever louder… But where is it? Where is it coming from?

Grim: Wait, I see somethin’ glowin’ over there!

Sebek: What!? …Ah! That auroral light, it’s-!

Sebek: Silver!!! Oi, snap out of it! Can you not hear me!?

Grim: Shit, the Darkness is all over ‘im!!

Yuu: At this rate it’s just gonna pull him into an even deeper sleep now…

Grim: Yikes! And now it’s got us surrounded, too!

Sebek: We don’t have time for these wretched abominations! We’ll need to force our way through! OUT OF THE WAAAAAY!!

Episode 7-84

Sebek: Uoooooo!

Darkness: Gububububu….

Grim: Aww, geez! The Darkness is swallowin’ up Silver! Only the tip of his head’s peekin’ out!

Sebek: Silver! Silver, open your eyes! Damnit! My magic won’t be able to reach him from this distance!

Darkness: Gububu…

Yuu: More Darkness keeps popping up!

Sebek: Argh… It seems I’ve no choice but to utilize that technique! Stand back, the both of you! I shall shock him awake!

Grim: Wha- you’re gonna shock ‘im!? Yuu, run awaaay!

Sebek: I call upon thee, Lightning – Pierce through the clouds above! *Living Bolt!!!

Silver: …..I don’t wanna think about anything anymore… If I just let the Darkness drag me down, then I’ll….

Sebek: SILVEEEEER!!!! ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE, WAKE UP ALREADY! YOU DAMN SLUGGAAARD!!!

(Silver gets struck by lightning (?))

Silver: Guwaaaaa!?

Sebek: Haaah, haaah… I finally found you! You IDIOT!

Silver: That voice… Is that you, Sebek!?

(*this is what he says out loud, in the text he says “Clap of Thunder”)

Episode 7-85

Sebek: Haaah, haaah… I finally found you! You IDIOT!

Silver: That voice… Is that you, Sebek!?

Sebek: Ugh…. Seems I’ve not fully mastered my Unique Magic quite yet. My body is still thrumming with electricity… Yowch!!

Silver: Why are you here…. Is this just another part of the dream?

Sebek: A dream!? What nonsense! Standing before you is the one and only Sebek Zigvolt – in the flesh! I’ve come to fetch you, you wretched coward! Remember what you said earlier, Silver? You said we shall thwart the Young Lord’s machinations, and we shall liberate Sir Lilia, our foolish classmates… and the Young Lord himself from the confines of this dream! DO YOU REALLY INTEND TO GO BACK ON YOUR WORDS, SILVER!?

Silver: But I… But father and Lord Malleus, they… they must hate me.

Sebek: What did you just say?

Silver: …I found out the truth while I was wandering through father’s dreams. I… The Knight of Dawn is my birth father, and Henrik’s sister Leah is my birth mother…. I’m the son of father and Lord Malleus’s enemy!

Sebek: …!!

Silver: How am I supposed to ever face them again… I can’t imagine how father must feel whenever he sees me, I look just like that man……!

Sebek: ……

Silver: There’s no way he could love his enemy’s son! He must hate me! You know I’m right!

Sebek: YOU MOROOOON!!!!!

(Sebek punches Silver)

Silver: Augh-!!!

Sebek: I’ve long thought you a fool, but ne’er could I have envisioned just how much of a blathering idiot you truly are.

Silver: What…?

Sebek: Judging by the state you’re in right now, I can already tell my words will be of no use here. Take up your weapon, Silver.

Silver: Please stop, Sebek… I don’t want to hurt anyone else…!

Sebek: You're absolutely pathetic, you know that? To think, you’re supposed to be the senior pupil… You’ve disappointed me. Doubtless Sir Lilia would be heartbroken were he to see you now.

Silver: ………..

Sebek: You may consider this my mercy: I shall knock some sense into you before you’ve the chance to disgrace yourself any further!

Silver: …Fine… If it’ll make you happy…

Sebek: Let the match commence! Haaaaaah!

Episode 7-86

Sebek: Uuooooo!!

Silver: Damnit… Seyaaaaah!

Grim: Haaah, haaah… We finally found ‘im! Soon as Sebek started glowin’ earlier he just blasted off without us!

Yuu: …Wait, why are they fighting?!

Sebek: This ends here! Take this!!

Silver: !! Haaaaaa!!

Grim: Ah-…!

Silver / Sebek: Haaa, haaaah, haaah……!

Sebek: That’s the end of that… Silver… I… lost….

Silver: A- Aah… Wha- What have I done?! Sebek, did you take that last hit on purpose!?

Sebek: On purpose…? You little-… You dumbass!!!

(Sebek bops Silver on the head)

Sebek: I hadn’t the slightest intention of losing to you!!

(Sebek keeps bopping Silver on the head)

Sebek: This time... This time I was finally going to wrench victory from you… I put my everything into it! BUT I STILL COULDN’T BEAT YOU! DAMNIT!!

Silver: I’m sorry, Sebek…. My body just moved on its own…

Sebek: Though you possess such awesome strength, you claim you weren’t loved!? You claim Sir Lilia and Lord Malleus hate you!? Would you stop making a mockery of me- STOP MAKING A MOCKERY OF SIR LILIA!!

Silver: Huh…?

Sebek: If he’d truly thought of you as nothing more than his enemy’s child, I don’t see why he wouldn’t have taught you nothing, given you nothing – he should’ve raised you as his bumbling servant boy and left you to rot in your imbecility. And yet what have you been doing this whole time, eh? No matter how many times you’ve been knocked to the ground, you still got back up, you still clung to hope – you had the courage to oppose our King in his madness. Even in your darkest hour you still fought on, didn't you!? And who was it that raised you to be such a strong young man? ‘TWAS SIR LILIA, WAS IT NOT….!?

Silver: …Ah….

Sebek: Why can’t you understand? Why must you doubt him? You should’ve realized it long ago. That strength of yours, what is it if not your father's love for you? Don’t you dare ridicule my – nay, our teacher ever again, Silver! *sob*!!

Silver: ….You’re right. The whole time I was in the darkness, I could hear father’s voice calling out to me. He kept urging me to get up, to keep fighting, to live… I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but now I finally understand. Each and every one of my father’s teachings, they’re testaments of his love for me. And that’s no illusion, no dream… It’s just the truth, plain and simple.

Sebek: …Hmph! So you finally got it. Now then… What do you intend to do?

Silver: I’m….

Episode 7-87

Silver: Ever since I was little, I've dreamed of becoming a knight and protecting father and Lord Malleus. I’m going to make my dream come true. I’m going to end this nightmare…. and bring both their smiles back! I won’t lose my way again. I want you to remember that, Sebek.

Sebek: You best not go back on those words!

Grim: …Hm? Hey, Silver. Somethin’s glowin’ inside your clothes again!

Silver: !! This light, it’s…

Silver: Y-You’re…!

(The Knight slowly fades away, and the boys are transported back to the bridge in front of Briar Castle)

Everyone: …aaaAAAAAAH!!!!

Grim / Silver / Sebek: Waaah! / Oof! / Augh!

Silver: I-Is everybody okay…?

Yuu: Yeah, somehow…

Grim: Ugh… Where are we?

Sebek: This is… I recognize this place. This is where the Darkness engulfed us earlier! We’ve returned!

Silver: Where’s father and Sir Baul?

Sebek: They set off for the Moonless Forest, but…

Silver: !! You guys, look at the ground over there! Looks like some soldiers have been this way!

Sebek: Appears to be the Silver Owl’s men…!

Silver: Father and Sir Baul are in danger. We need to hurry and find them!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#twst silver #sebek zigolt #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #twst jp #twst book 7 #baul zigvolt

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I had so many dndads thoughts today and now while I’m winding down for the night I’m just gonna make a couple posts about it because I’m so normal about the teen group.

Normal wasn’t the best man at his best friends wedding.

Like it was Taylor, obviously. Linc and Scary got married, and Linc made Taylor his best man for sure, and Scary probably made Erica her maid of honor, and Normal, the guy who went through LITERALLY HEAVEN AND HELL with these people, probably gets the same position that like, any of their family would. Which is sweet in its own right, yada yada Normal having a new family he’s never had but:

Normal, who is constantly throughout season 2 CLINGING to any kind of affirmation. Normal, aka “SHUT IT NORMAL CLEAR COMMS CLEAR COMMS ALRIGHT LINC BUDDY IT’S JUST ME AND YOU” being a decent chunk of Taylor and Linc’s interactions when it’s just the three of them. Normal, who has so much in common with Scary, the one person he was desperately afraid to not open up to and lose, and she was the one person who was terrified of not opening up at all. Normal, who watched the boy he liked die in his arms.

And he’s still the 4th wheel even at the wedding of 2 people. Think about that. Normal i’m so sorry.

And there’s no way Scermie and Normal stayed a thing, so at this point in his life Normal is going there and while i’m sure it’s wonderful to see these people get together and be so close and see his friends so happy and to see his friends again and of course the gang is still going to love and appreciate him and show him a ton of extra love and care as opposed to other guests there, but like, it’s gotta be a sickening level of isolation too.

#normal oak #normal oak dndads #dndads normal oak #dndads #dungeons and daddies spoilers #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndaddies season 2 #dndads season 2 #normally oak swallows garcia

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Ran x Male Reader

Note: I'd like to thank @reallyromealone for this idea. I'd also like to thank him for encouraging me to write again. I'm very lucky to have him as a close friend and writing buddy.

The sight in front of (Name) was one he didn't get to see too often. While being married to a Bonten Executive can be extremely dangerous, it can also be extremely entertaining. (Name) watched Ran, Haru, and Rin having a shot contest. It was Rindou's birthday today so (Name) thought of having a small birthday with just Bonten.

While Ran wanted to go out Clubbing for his brothers birthday, (Name) convinced him otherwise. He just wanted them to all let loose somewhere they wouldn't get arrested so....easily. I mean who would call the police here? (Name) and Ran didn't have any neighbors. They lived alone in a huge house in the woods. Just like they always talked about.

"(Name)~" a voiced cooed in his ear. Arms wrapped loosely around his waist. (Name) playfully rolled his eyes and look over his shoulder where a very drunk Ran was staring lovingly at him. "Yes Rannabell?" (Name) heard someone choke and spit out their drink. Once he heard the laughter he knew immediately who it was. "Carefully Rinnypoo don't want you having to change clothes."

He heard someone else choke then spit and laughter. 'Haru'. (Name) rolled his eyes. His brother was always messing with the Haitani brothers. Ran pulled (Name) closer and pouted. "Pay attention to me!" (Name) groaned internally. A drunk Ran was a clingy Ran. "Say (Name) what's that on your face?" (Name) confused pulled his sleeve down and wiped his face.

Ran chuckled. "It's Handsomeness!~" (Name) looked at Ran weirdly. Ran smirked. "Can I ask for some directions?" (Name) more confused looked at his closest friend Kokonoi and his oldest brother. They both were recording and laughed quietly. "Ran where are you trying to go?" Kokonoi asked from behind his phone. Huge grin stretched across his face.

"(Name)'s heart of course!" Ran yelled proudly. (Name) rolled his eyes and tried to move away when he was interrupted. "Can I have your number? I lost mine." (Name) turned to his husband of almost 4 years and deadpanned. "Sorry your not my type." He brushed Ran's arms off and sat beside Takeomi. Ran stood there for a few moments before tears welled up into his eyes.

"I'm not your type?!" (Name) was done. Rindou and Haru were at this point rolling on the floor. Takeomi and Kokonoi couldn't stop laughing. Mochi and Kakucho looked at Ran like he was the dumbest person on Earth. Finally Mikey looked like he regretted agreeing to come to the little party. (Name) stood back up and gently grabbed Ran's arm.

"Alright Ran time for bed." Ran just kept asking (Name) what looks he was attracted to. While (Name) kept ignoring the questions. Just trying to get him to bed. Once arriving to the bedroom (Name) tried (keyword tried) helping Ran out of his suit but the man kept pushing him away. Crying about if he wasn't (Name)'s type he shouldn't be trying to undress him.

(Name) finally had enough. Throwing his arms up while huffing agitated. "Fine! Sleep in your fucking work clothes!" (Name) stomped out of the room and back into he living room checking on the guests. Rindou and Haru were passed out asleep on the floor. Takeomi and Kokonoi were joking about how Ran will be tomorrow. Kakucho, Mochi, and Mikey were leaving.

(Name) walked the three out. Thanking them for coming. When he got back inside he grabbed two blankets from behind his friend and eldest brother. Covering the two on the floor while also sliding couch pillows under thir heads. He nodded to the other two since they know where the guest rooms are they don't need to be shown.

He made his way to the kitchen. Made a glass of water and stopped by the bathroom. Grabbing the pain relief before making his way back to the bedroom. Ran was passed out on the bed. Pants half way down his legs blazer and tie on the floor shoes still on. (Name) ran his hand through his hair and fixed Ran into his bed clothes and under the covers. He put the glass of water and the pain relief on Ran's bedside table.

After changing clothes turning the light off and getting in bed (Name) could only chuckle and shake his head. He wasn't the only one who was gonna hold tonight over Ran's head. Morning is going to bed so interesting.

Ran woke up to sunlight peaking through the curtains. He groaned in annoyance but regretted it quickly with the huge headache he had. He opened his eyes and looked around. Noticing he was in is bed and in bed clothes he didn't think much of it. Ran noticed the glass of water and medication and smiled softly. His precious husband must have known he was gonna be hung over.

After taking some medication he looked at the other side of bed. (Name) was curled up. Cuddling the stuffed animal (animal type) Ran won for him on their first date. He leaned over kissing (Name)'s temple and smiles softly. "I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world." Ran cuddled up to (Name) and slowly fell back asleep.

BOUNS:

Ran: I wasn't that drunk last night!

Kokonoi: You flirted with (Name).

Ran: He's my husband! Of course I can flirt with him!

Takeomi: He joked about you not being his type and you literally cried.

Ran: I did not!

Kokoni: It's true. We have it recorded

Ran: ...

(Name): Then when I was trying to help you get ready for bed you kept pushing me away about how if you weren't my type I shouldn't be taking you to bed.

Ran: ...you recorded it?

Rindou and Sanzu: *wheezing on the floor*

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran x male reader #haitani ran x male reader

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ze-writing-qprs · 1 month

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Alastor x GN!Reader - 1

Headcanons [QPR 🩷]

Alastor and Reader are both Aroace

Queer-Platonic Relationship (Do NOT read as romantic, I will beat you with a stick)

a little fluffly n cute

Nothing is meant to sound or be s*xual (I am aroace and some stuff I say comes off that when I don't mean for it too)

PART 2

TW: Part 2 will have mention of cannibalism (it's Alastor guys)

PART 1

You have known each other for a while

The transfer from friends to being in a queer-platonic relationship was slow and natural over the years

Alastor became more comfortable with you

Obviously this isn’t a ‘normal’ relationship, but you both wouldn’t trade it for anything else

You enjoy just being in his captivating presence

Alastor finds you to be enjoyable to speak to

Even if you aren't able a hold a conversation well, you could talk to him for hours

Whether this be back and forth or just one listening to the other

Comfortable silence is a must

You like to hangout in the radio tower with him while he does his broadcasts

Sitting down doing your own thing or watching him

If you go out for drinks you either have a group conversation with someone, speak between yourselves, or have seperate conversations right next to each other

Rarely does one leave the other’s side

If someone you are talking to has a comment particularly “gossipable” about you cast each other a side glance that says: “We are definitely talking about this later.”

Alastor and you gossip with Rosie all. the. time. (gossip buddies unite)

Eyes speak louder than words, you can almost communicate telepathically with how easy it is to read each other

You have matching Ace rings (Charlie thought you were married at first)

You had to explain what being Asexual and Aromantic was to Alastor (Unless Rosie had already)

Queer-platonic relationships too

He asked if that “Describes the two of us” (How to get into a QPR 101 lesson right here guys)

Your response was asking “Would you like it to?”

Took him a few days to think about it for sure

First ever slowburn QPR recorded in history

Boundaries were basically the first thing talked about after that

Mainly agreed to just ask before doing anything and the rest stayed the same from your friendship

You have been allowed to pet his ears at least once

If you have a phone he MIGHT let you take a picture with him if you really, really want him to

It may not seem like it, but he takes a keen interest in your hobbies as well as behaviors

“How did it go?”

“Do you need me to get you more of this?”

“Are you feeling alright?"

He holds doors open for you

You wanted to do this for him as well

He find this adorable

So now it's a race of who can be the polite one

You keep score (It’s a tie so far)

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #gn reader #alastor x gn!reader #gn!reader #aro #ace #aroace #asexual #aromantic #hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #queer platonic relationship #qpr #x reader #writing

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trickstarbrave · 5 months

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I will give you a shiny quarter if you explain Morrowind to me like I’m five (pretty please)

its is quite difficult given i dont know how complex of topics 5 year olds can understand. but i can try to explain it in the most simple way possible because i explain it regularly to one of my roommates and wife who do not understand elder scrolls lore at all. be warned: this is still gonna be long and weird bc the story is long and weird.

(also excuse the swearing i wouldnt swear like this to a 5 year old)

a long long times ago, some 3000+ years before the game actually starts, there was a dude named nerevar. he made friends with some dwarves (dwemer) who lived underground and united the whole country of resdayn (later renamed to morrowind) to drive out the nords who had taken over. he also had a rly cool ring named moon-and-star, which was magic and let you be really persuasive, but he also enchanted it to kill anyone besides him wearing it so it couldnt be misused. this is relevant later

well he married the queen almalexia and made a big council of important people mostly made up of his buddies. he called it the first council and important people on it were his bestie voryn, his wife almalexia, and two younger friends sotha sil and vivec, along with the king of the dwemer dumac and dumac's mage kagrenac (the dwarves use weird magic with sound. if i go into details this will get very confusing).

for like 200 years because elves live for a long time, everything was pretty alright.

but it turns out the nords were there for a reason. they were looking for the heart of a dead god. the god's name for the sake of the story is lorkhan, but different places call him different things like shor or shezzar. the nords worshipped lorkhan and wanted to bring him back or something (probably, or at least just find it because hey thats their guy). but after 200 years of peace the dwemer found it underground in a volcano they lived in. and kagrenac had an Idea

the idea was to build a really cool really powerful giant robot mecha god (because the dwemer were really steampunk) to protect them. and it would be powered by the heart lorkhan.

voryn, nerevar's bestie, ended up finding out about this and told nerevar "hey the dwemer are up to something weird". and nerevar went "huh? they are?" and went to ask his goddess, azura, who knows a lot of things. azura said "yeah they are. stop them. what the fuck" and so nerevar went to his other bestie dumac.

and nerevar told dumac "hey why the fuck are you building a giant robot god?" and dumac's reply was "nerevar what the fuck are you talking about?" and nerevar, being mad his friend was Lying to him (maybe dumac didn't know. we dunno) because he already had multiple people confirm they were in fact doing that, he told dumac their friendship was over and kicked him off the first council and they went to war.

the details here get fuzzy. the nords showed up and joined in. the dwemer had steampunk robots everywhere. cat people showed up because why not. there were orcs there too. it was a big clusterfuck and there were different accounts of what happened. some people say voryn was fighting alongside the dwarves. some say he was fighting with the nords. some say he was fighting alongside nerevar. its hard to tell.

but most accounts have one thing kind of in common that a lot of the fandom agrees on: kagrenac grabbed their three cool tools to control the heart of a god, banged on it really hard, and then every single dwemer (except for one who was on holiday) vanished in an instant. and everyone was pretty confused by that, not really knowing what else to do. they now had a giant robot, the heart of a god, and 3 tools to wack the heart with to make weird shit happen.

so nerevar, unsure, said "hey voryn watch the tools for me." and left voryn with the tools and the heart. voryn said they should just destroy the tools, but nerevar wanted a few different opinions before just chucking them in lava or whatever. but while he was gone voryn started fucking around with the tools and the heart to see what would happen.

nerevar asked his buddies. almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil said they can use the tools to help resdayn/morrowind. nerevar didnt know if that was a good idea or not, so he asked azura. azura said "fuck no, dont ever do that". so nerevar made his friends pinkie promise him on azura's behalf not to use the tools on the heart.

and then again the accounts get weird here. some say nerevar died in battle against the dwarves/nords. some say voryn killed him. some say his friends (almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil) killed him. but regardless nerevar and voryn died. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec had the tools. and they decided to use them on the heart and became gods.

this pissed azura off. they pinkie promised. what the fuck. so she made all the elves that lived there into dark elves. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec became known as the tribunal and said "we dont need you anymore azura fuck off" and became living gods who could help their people and preform miracles! though they needed to take the tools up to red mountain and recharge their batteries on the heart regularly. azura tells them "nerevar will be back one day and beat all your asses" and made a whole prophecy about it called the nerevarine prophecy (reincarnations get the name+'ine' tacked on in the elder scrolls)

also the tribunal destroy voryn's house/family, the sixth great house of morrowind, house dagoth. just destroy it all. kill a bunch of ppl and the others kinda go somewhere else if they lived. because they sided with voryn or whatever and were deemed traitors

a bunch of other shit happens. septim empire rises to the throne. vivec trades the not working robot to tiber septim who makes it work with a bootleg wish version of the heart of a god and takes over. more time passes. its now the third era and its been 3500 years.

the protagonist is a prisoner who is released from their sentence in morrowind because the current emperor wants to use the prophecy to keep a better hold on morrowind politically. the protagonist was chosen because part of the prophecy is being born under a specific astrology sign and not knowing who your parents are. which could be anyone but y'know.

so the protag/nerevarine has to do a bunch of shit and finds out through weird dreams, oh hey, voryn's back. he's calling himself a god and dagoth ur now. asking nerevar to call him back, go grab the tools, and come meet him at red mountain. also maybe get married to or hook up with him or something. nerevarine thinks that's weird and ends up finding out dagoth ur has also unleashed a plague onto morrowind which turns you into scary eldritch monsters. and then one of dagoth ur's minions infects you with it.

nerevarine finds a cure which makes you not go insane and not turn into a big scary monster. but leaves all the cool shit of "you cant catch any other disease" and "you will never age". the never aging and getting diseases thing was also part of the prophecy. cool.

then the nerevarine needs to go to the nomadic ashlanders who live up north where theres a bunch of ash (hence the name) and worship azura (and the two other og gods) and ask all four tribes to name them nerevarine. they all think youre stupid because an outlander (someone not born and raised in morrowind) cant be the nerevarine. but you find an original copy of the prophecy and go "nuh-uh, i can be" and also go find the moon-and-star ring only nerevar can wear. then they go "well shit" and have you go a bunch of quests and then decide you're cool enough to be nerevarine.

then the nerevarine goes and convinces the three great houses you can talk to (the other two are on the mainland) to name you hortator, which is a war lord/classic roman definition of dictator, and it was the title nerevar had. you do some stuff, kill some guys, boom--named hortator.

then vivec hears about this and calls you in and says "well i guess you are the one doing the prophecy huh. look i need you to kill dagoth ur he's dangerous. here's our plan, are you in? i can give you one of the tools of kagrenac, you need to get the other two from dagoth ur's goons, and then kill dagoth ur's weird brothers he has put his power into. then bang on the heart with the tools and cut him off". vivec then teaches the nerevarine how to use the tools.

you can also just like. kill vivec and take the tool. you wont know how to use it tho and if you use it wrong you will take so much damage you die really fast. if you do this you can go to the only living dwarf who also has that disease but hasnt lost his mind and ask him how to use it and he'll be like "UHHHHHH i'll see what i can. fucking do i guess. i didnt make this." and he'll jerry rig it for you.

then you can kill voryn's brothers or not (you'll need to kill at least 2 for the other tools) and then march up to red mountain. dagoth ur will then be like "yo. are you really nerevar?" and you can say yeah or no or idk. and then have a conversation. and then you fight. but after you kill him he's not really dead, so you gotta run up and start wacking that heart while he yells at you to knock it the fuck off. and then he's cut off from the heart, you run away, and he falls in lava and dies.

and then azura shows up and goes "hey thanks man i have some other shit for you to do though". after which you can do some other content or play the dlc.

thats morrowind baby

#morrowind #tesblr

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