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dragon-watcher03 · 7 months

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Mk1 x Milf! Reader

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Intro dialogues

Ft: Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub-Zero (Bi-han), Smoke (Tomas Vrbara), Reptile (Syzoth), Johnny Cage.

D/n= Daughters name

Note: you have a 15 year old daughter. You are not human, you are of a species that can reproduce asexually. There will also be some dialogue with the daughter as well. (so the daughter is basically a clone of you physically so just imagine her looking like how you did when you were 15-) And I'm making the daughter have my personality so if you don't like it, too bad.

Scorpion: Your species' ability to reproduce is quite fascinating... Y/n: Are you upset I have no need for a mate, Kuai?

Scorpion: Are you sure you aren't looking for a husband? Y/n: I'm sure I can make an exception for you, little flame.

Scorpion: You truly are a Goddess, dearest. Y/n: Oh stop, you're making me blush!

Y/n: D/n seems to be warming up to you, little flame. (pun intended-) Scorpion: I hope she is, I truly wish to bond with her.

Y/n: I appreciate you trying to bond with D/n, Kuai. Scorpion: I don't only do it for you, but for her as well.

Y/n: Are you going to propose anytime soon or must I do it? Scorpion: I... I will get to that, my dearest.

Sub-Zero: I will prove that I am a worthy husband for you, lovely. Y/n: Oh? Then you better make it worthwhile.

Sub-Zero: A woman such as yourself deserves a strong and honorable man to love. Y/n: Might you be that man, little wolf?

Sub-Zero: D/n has been teasing a lot recently... Y/n: That's just how she treats the people she likes, Bi-han.

Y/n: I see you've been spending more time with D/n. Any particular reason why? Sub-Zero: If I'm going to marry you one day, I need to earn your daughter's trust and acceptance first.

Y/n: Behind that cold exterior is a man I deem worthy of love. Sub-Zero: Only if that love is from you and D/n... (platonically ofc-)

Y/n: It was you who killed him, wasn't it? Sub-Zero: That bastard deserved it for thinking he could have you...

Smoke: You don't mind if me and D/n head to Madam Bo's, do you? Y/n: sigh Just make sure she doesn't start any fights, okay?

Smoke: The fact you don't even need a male to reproduce is just... awesome. Y/n: Yes, although we can reproduce the fun way as well...

Smoke: You looked stunning in that dress last night, Dove. Y/n: Why thank you, angel.

Y/n: D/n seems to really like you, Tomas. Smoke: Really? Oh, thank God! I was worried she didn't!

Y/n: giggles You're so cute when you're nervous, angel. Smoke: groans Please dove, don't tease me like that...

Y/n: No words can express how much I care for you, Tomas. Smoke: I...wow, I'm really a lucky guy, aren't I?

Reptile: So you're telling me you're a virgin with a daughter? Man, I hit the jackpot. Y/n: You truly have no filter, Syzoth. But I like that in a man so you get a pass.

Reptile: Goddamn... Y/n: Something caught your eye, sweetheart?

Reptile: You have too many admirers... Y/n: But my heart only belongs to you, sweetheart.

Y/n: The idea of a mate is rather intriguing... Reptile: chuckles Is that your way of telling me you want me?

Y/n: You and D/n are a dangerous duo... Reptile: What can I say? Like father, like future daughter.

Y/n: Your bond with D/n is truly like a father and daughter. Reptile: Just as it should be, my mate.

Johnny: Woah, you're a total milf if I've ever seen one! Y/n: A... what?

Johnny: C'mon sweetcheeks, we'd make the perfect couple! Y/n: Sorry love, but you need D/n's approval as well.

Johnny: The grey hairs, the eyes, the body, you are literally the work of Gods. Y/n: Well, you surely know how to make a woman feel good.

Y/n: D/n is making awful puns now because of you! Johnny: Awful? Those things are a work of art!

Y/n: Well hello there handsome. Johnny: Now that, that is something I won't get used to. But I'm not complaining.

Y/n: Wow, you actually got D/n to like you. Johnny: Yep, now I got a hot milf girlfriend and an awesome daughter.

D/n: So you wanna marry my mom? I don't blame you. Scorpion: Who wouldn't want to marry a woman like her.

D/n: Tell me, do you prefer Dad or Pa? Scorpion: I... I haven't even asked Y/n to marry me yet.

Scorpion: Let's see how well Y/n trained you. D/n: Maybe one day, you could teach me a thing or two.

D/n: in an Australian accent Ello there Frosty! Sub-Zero: For the love of God, please stop doing that!

D/n: You wanna go chill at Madam Bo's after this? Sub-Zero: sigh Yeah sure...

Sub-Zero: I told you to dispose of the body quickly, now she knows we killed him! D/n: Alright, calm down Dad.

D/n: So what did she say? Smoke: She said we can go, but no fights!

D/n: Say...Do my puns annoy you? Smoke: What? No! Who told you they were annoying?!

Smoke: I think Y/n is starting to catch on... D/n: Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't find out about the proposal!

D/n: Dude, I just found out I can also shape-shift. Reptile: Oh, the power we both hold right now.

D/n: Wouldn't it be cool if we swapped places for a day as a prank? Reptile: Oh. My. Gosh. That's the most brilliant idea I've ever heard.

Reptile: I'm not offended that you called me Dad earlier, D/n. D/n: I know... But it was in front of everyone though!

D/n: She said my puns are horrible!?! Johnny: I know! The nerve of that woman!

D/n: I don't know John... Me? In a movie? I'm just a kid... Johnny: C'mon! You'll have the crowd's heart in seconds!

Johnny: Hah, now I have two people calling me- D/n: Finish that sentence and your "Dad card" is revoked.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 x reader #sub zero x reader #scorpion x reader #smoke x reader #reptile x reader #johnny x reader #kuai liang #bi han #tomas vrbada #johnny cage

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pedrithink · 1 year

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love to hate me ✩ kylian mbappé

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X MESSI’S DAUGHTER! READER

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

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ynmessi cool days in paris with the best people <3

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mbappefan1 it's so funny that y/n wears kylian's shirt instead of her dad's

antonelaroccuzzo Mi niña 😍❤️

k.mbappe 😍😍

messifan1 Y/N, TAKE OFF THIS SHIRT NOW!!!!!!

messifan2 messi hating kylian and y/n dating him LOL

mbappefan2 where did you get that messi hates kylian???

messifan3 FOR REAL!!! messi doesn’t hate anyone 😭

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ynmessi muy orgullosa de vós, papá. sos un ejemplo para nosotros y te queremos muchísimoooooo! 😽🤞🏻

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messifan1 SOMOS CAMPEONES DEL MUNDOOO

messifan2 I LOVE THIS FAMILY

antonelaroccuzzo 😍😍

mbappefan1 what about kylian??

mbappefan2 you're not going to post anything about kylian?

messifan7 why should she post something about mbappé? he mocked her dad during the match

mbappefan3 what game did you watch? because in the end kylian even hugged leo and scaloni

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ynmessi and you? i only have words and feelings of pride. scoring a hat-trick in a world cup final is not for everyone and at the age of 19 you won your first world cup. i’m pretty sure more moments of victory will come for you, don't be discouraged because you did a great job! love you <3

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k.mbappe Thank you very much! 😍 Your support is the most important to me.

mbappefan1 yaaay, best couple!!

mbappefan2 thank you for supporting him 😭

mbappefan3 kylian deserved better than your father 🙄

messifan1 cállate boluda

ethanmbappe 😍

mbappefan4 she posting a pic of leo and kylian greeting each other at the end to see if these people stop creating problems where there are none 😵‍💫

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leomessi ➕3️⃣

Felicidades @k.mbappe por ele récord!! 👏🏻

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mbappefan1 messi ending all the fanwars

messifan2 our HUMBLE GUY

k.mbappe ❤️❤️❤️

mbappefan4 him being the good father-in-law he is

messifan1 what

messifan4 THE REAL GOAT

messifan5 come back to barça

messifan6 mbappé & messi the best DUO 👏🏻

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k.mbappe Another trophy at home. 🫡🏆

Big congratulations to @leomessi you are #TheBest 👑

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ynmessi the best men in the world on and off the field!!! 🏆🥇

messifan1 ah, he’s so cute…

messifan2 i wasn’t expecting this…….

mbappefan1 the best ones

messifan3 🐐

messifan8 you both deserve it!!!!

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ynmessi my boy always giving me the best night out in paris 🫡

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k.mbappe My girl 🥰

antonelaroccuzzo 😍❤️

messifan2 adopt me please i want to be rich

messifan1 i surrendered, now I LOVE THIS COUPLE

leomessi 👏🏻

mbappefan1 WE LOVE THIS

ethanmbappe 😍😍😍

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #football one shot #football x reader #football fanfic #football instagram au #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #football imagine

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littlebitsmile · 4 months

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in flames [C.L.] | Chapter II

Happy New Year everyone! Hopefully you're going to enjoy 2024 and everything what is in store for us (and maybe it's a great start, since you decided to stop by and read this chapter). Thanks for the support and here's to all our dreams and hopes!

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ C H A P T E R II ɞ────

I feel out of place in my dress, which barely reaches my knees and whose sequins sparkle in the right light. I've been sipping on a glass of champagne for an hour. I feel like I've been transported back to the end-of-season party, which I was only invited to because Max insisted on having me on the list.

Today I have to laugh at the thought. The only person who was and still is reasonably nice is Fernando, and I'm sure that's only because I'm his teammate.

"Everything okay?" asks Max, who stands next to me with what is now his third glass of champagne and puts his right arm around my shoulders.

"Couldn't be better," I murmur. "Do you know if Dad's coming, too?"

I look around the room. Max has been planning this New Year's Eve party since last year, sparing no expense or effort. The bar, which normally operates under the name 'SHADES,' has been transformed into a nightclub for today. Balloons and confetti are flying everywhere; the lights are dimmed, and I can feel the bass of the music more strongly in my chest than I can actually hear it.

"I hope he knows how to stay away today." My brother's announcement doesn't shock me at all. We're off-season, so a little partying shouldn't normally have too much of an impact, but our dad has always been…special.

"Come with me; I'll introduce you to a few people." With that, I take a last sip from my glass, put it down, and then follow my brother, who is walking towards a group of three.

He puts his arm around my shoulders again before toasting the boys and then introducing me: "Guys, this is my sister, Emma. Emma, this is…"

"Oscar, hi! And you're Lando, right? Great racing last season, really! I may have placed bets on you guys once or twice." I shake hands with both of them in turn, eliciting a smile. They're both my age, which is probably why I find it so easy to connect with them.

"It's an honor. But don't worry; we won't spare you next year," Lando whispers and curtsies exaggeratedly. I laugh and feel the tension fall away from me a little.

"Man, I hope there's still room on the podium next to you and Max." Oscar mumbles to himself, jokingly, but he's saying what everyone is expecting. A sensation, a sibling duo that sells well, unique in racing. But I will probably have to disappoint them about claiming a spot on the podium.

"And even if there's still room, Oscar, I'm going to claim it. Daniel, hi." A familiar grin I grew up with while watching TV and attending races when Max participated. I'm a little nervous, but shaking hands warms my heart.

We talk for a while, and I can't help but look at my brother from time to time. How easy it is for him to crack jokes with the others. He used to be the shy one of the two of us, completely focused on racing, and nothing could cloud his thoughts. Until his first world championship title, he had an incredible burden on him; at least that's how I imagined it. We never talked about it. Now he is more relaxed, enjoying his time with his girlfriend and their daughter, almost as if he could get used to the idea of being a father. Almost as if racing no longer occupies 90% of his thoughts. I'm happy for him every day, but I can't help but feel that all eyes are on me now.

I've often wondered whether I shouldn't just get out and do something else. Become a teacher or a photographer. I could still stay in racing, just not actively anymore. But a family of racers doesn't give up, so here we are.

"So, you're the one who took Théo's seat in Formula 1 away from him, even though he won the F2 Championship. Are you proud of that?" a voice behind me calls out. I turn around and look the man who interrupted the group conversation in the eye.

"You must be Charles, right? Nice to meet you." I try to be friendly. If there's one thing I've learned in the last few years, it's that my brother can get away with a lot more than I can. I can't read as many newspaper articles as would be printed in the next four hours claiming that I'm irrational and too emotional for racing. Headlines littered with yet more theories about why I'm going to fail this year, stemming from a conversation I'm having with a half-arsed Monegasque whose ego is bruised because a driver friend of mine didn't get a seat in Formula 1. Surprise surprise, life isn't fair.

"I'm afraid I can't say the same" he replies. His tone is disparaging, and I can't tell if it's the alcohol talking or if he's always like this.

"Charles, bro, pull yourself together. This is Emma, Max's sister.", Daniel tries to intervene, unsuccessfully.

"I know who she is. The second privileged Verstappen who cost a good driver his seat. On pure speculation." He spits the words out in front of us. Lando and Oscar try to look in a direction other than his, while Daniel scratches the back of his head. I know how much the fans love Charles Leclerc; I see tons of edits and videos, just as I know he usually deals with the other drivers in a friendly manner.

"I'm not sure if my gender or my surname is the problem, but I guess we'll have this discussion on the track. Unfortunately, I'll only be able to see your facial expressions through my rear-view mirror."

"Cherie, if you drove the way you talk, you wouldn't need the surname or the gender to ride with us. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. After all, you've never played with the big boys."

"That's right, it's only been men so far. But you don't seem to be one of them. Maybe that's why you've had more accidents than successes this season: because you still drive like a boy." His look gives me a little satisfaction. I'm not usually one for confrontation, but I already hear these sentences from reporters and my father on a regular basis - so I can confidently do without his comments.

"Soooooo…dance floor, anyone?" Oscar interjects. I can't blame him.

Charles and I are having a silent staring contest. I'm still undecided whether he's going to throw himself at me and try to strangle me in the next twenty seconds or whether he's going to take the fight to the track - and if I'm honest, I'm not particularly keen on either situation.

"One vote for Tequila," I say, giving Charles a smug smile and then turning away from the group. I must get to the bar. Now. Before I think too much about what the others think of me and whether they might be right.

I hear Max briefly apologize to the others and follow me. "Don't listen to him; he's had a difficult season this year and…" he starts.

"I know, Max. That's why I'm going for a drink now and forget this conversation." I clear my throat as I massage my right temple. We do not need drama.

"He's really nice, I promise. He just needs a little time to… soften up," Max continues as we stop at the bar. Then he lifts his hand to signal the bartender, mouths "Tequila," and holds up two fingers.

"It's okay, I promise. He's not the first, and he won't be the last to throw his thoughts at me."

Max nods but is still lost in thought. The barman puts the two shot glasses down in front of us, smiles, gives Max a high five, and then turns his attention to the next guests.

My brother pushes a glass toward me and holds the second one up between us. I confirm one last time: "It's okay! Don't worry about it." before I throw my head back, and the tequila burns down my throat. Then I hook Max and drag him onto the dance floor - after all, this is a party.

For the past two hours, I've been trying to behave a little more like a Verstappen, even though 99% of the time I'm distancing myself from the male family members. But apparently, the F1 circus confuses kindness and empathy with weakness, and the last thing I want to be accused of before the season starts is being weak. Oscar, Lando, and Daniel keep me company throughout the evening, and finally, I can talk about topics other than racing.

Daniel tells stories from Australia, the prejudices about the country, how a snake hides in his shoes in winter, and that's why he always wears different ones, so he doesn't scare it away. Lando talks about rainy England, how his coolest Christmas present was a new part for a kart, how much he misses his parents, and why he sees streaming as the perfect way to give something back to his fans beyond Formula 1. Oscar gesticulates wildly as he talks about his sprint win in Qatar before we bring him down from his high for a bit. He then talks about his girlfriend Lily with a lovesick look on his face, then Daniel and Lando make copycat moves to wipe that topic off the table too.

I laugh, but I understand him. It's not easy being a youngster, especially when you're one of the youngest drivers in the paddock.

I drift away from the conversation when it comes to vacation plans for the new year. For the first time, I consciously let my gaze wander around the room, away from the black-clad bar and the chandelier hanging above it and towards the window front directly opposite and the adjoining terrace. The view of the skyline melts my heart. Fireworks light up here and there, accompanied by a muffled bang that you can only hear in here if you concentrate really hard. There are already so many people on the dance floor that I doubt how many of them Max really knows well and which of them he has randomly bumped into and handed an invitation to.

I spot Max in the middle of the hustle and bustle, sipping his gin and tonic carefreely and bobbing awkwardly. He is surrounded by people holding up cell phones, wanting to capture the moment or perhaps just wanting to post that they are celebrating the new year with THE Max Verstappen. I wave to Lando, Oscar, and Daniel, gesturing for them to join Max on the dance floor. Suddenly, there's no fear of the year ahead, no headlines in my mind, no worries about my performance or how well I'll fit into my new team. There is only gratitude and anticipation and no room for negativity.

"Three. Two. One. Happy New Year!" shouts the crowd as the countdown echoes through the club. Most of them stand outside on the terrace and watch the fireworks over the skyline. I've stopped counting how many faces have introduced themselves to me; I probably won't be able to remember them in six hours anyway. If they're important, I'll get to know them in a professional setting, I'm sure of it.

"Happy New Year, Emma!" Kevin shouts in my ear. I remember him—the reporter from the last press conference. The only one who wants to see a woman lose her seat in Formula 1 even less than I do, without having had the chance to show what she can do. I hug him, thank him, and, as if it were a secret ritual, we clink glasses.

"Here's to kicking a few doubters' asses next year!" I shout back. I'm sure no one else heard me.

Nevertheless, I look around the room and catch Max winking at me and raising a glass. Somewhere I see Lando hitting on a woman who is obviously not interested in him. Then I spot Oscar typing furiously on his cell phone, presumably to wish his girlfriend a happy new year—at least I hope it doesn't extend to adult texts. Then I see Daniel climbing up onto the bar to fire the confetti cannon in his hand and fire up the crowd.

And somewhere in the middle is Charles, relaxed and relaxed, talking to the people standing next to him and laughing out loud. I wonder what I've done to him, but I don't waste my time any longer.

I've often been asked what I expect from 2024, and finally, I can give an answer: Here's to revenge on the track.

────ʚ [Masterlist] [Chapter I] [Chapter III (in progress)] ɞ────

#f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #slow burn #f1 imagine #haters to lovers

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lazaruspiss · 8 months

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sladedicktalia??????? i am LISTENING

there's like. 5 fics. im so starved. i think theyre so hot and funny together!! im obsessed. also this got long so im adding a readmore. whoops.

SlaDick: classic enemies to lovers. they may try to kill each other half the time but they respect each other more than anyone else. OBSESSED with each other, Slade knows he's weird about Dick and couldn't care less but Dick is so in denial about it. they could both give explicit consent but be so antagonistic about it that it becomes unclear if "yes i want to have sex with you" is actually code for "die right now" and i think that's beautiful.

SladeTalia: they fucked! in canon! there was some bullshit plotline where Talia tried to give Slade Damian and pretend he was his son instead! ex fuck buddies who show up just to make each other's lives harder bc they wanna fuck so bad it makes them have stupid brain. also they're both hot as hell. i'm weak for big strong milf/dilf idk idk.

DickTalia: LISTEN TO ME. TALIA WOULD TREAT HIM RIGHT. THEY BOTH KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING IT IS TO LOVE BRUCE. LISTEN TO M- ok aside from that. Talia is someone who tried so hard to be good, to choose to be kind. She loved Bruce because she saw how hard he tried to do good in the world. Her character has gotten considerably colder over time, in huge part due to a certain writer writing about her despite knowing nothing about her, but in universe i try and rationalize it as a growing cynicism stemming from both her father's gradually increasing cruelty and Bruce's failure to support her or commit to her or to even just respect her. She hasn't been shown to have very many people in her life who she can really trust and be close to. She used to have a good relationship with Ra's, she used to have Bruce, she's even lost Damian at this point. She feels like such a lonely character to me. And I think Dick would be able to see that, be able to understand it better than most. He's always had people who loved him, people he could turn to, but he's also ended up perpetually isolated for one reason or another. Dick and Talia both feel to me like characters who are so lonely the further they get in their lives. I could see a silent understanding there. The kind of people who would be able to find solace in simply sharing a space with each other. Neither of them like to talk about what they've been through, I think they'd like to have someone who just gets it. Trauma for trauma, you know?

SlaDickTalia: several angles available here.

1) Dick deserves some sexy older lovers who would wine and dine him and also rail him within an inch of his life and also kill for him. i am not immune to the aesthetics!! to the allure of a hot older duo double teaming their young spitfire partner!!!

2) corruption arc. u know u wanna.

3) Dick's fear of abandonment x the 2 most devoted people on the planet. if they were dating nothing bad would happen to Dick again, Slade and Talia just wouldn't allow that. smth smth, couldn't get rid of them if he tried <3

4) Bruce would hate it and that's always fun :3 not that that's hard tho, Babs is like the only one of Dick's partners that Bruce liked and that's bc he wants to keep it in the family.

5) healing.... sobs...... esp when it comes to feelings around parenthood. Those three have shit to work out and i think having some company would help.

6) They all need more people time but 2/3 of them don't get along with anybody so they're kinda stuck with Dick. that kid will forgive anybody if u bat ur eyelashes and behave well enough. He's also more likely to still see them as people despite everything they've been through, and when you're a military experiment and a semi immortal daughter of an immortal terrorist... It can be hard to find someone who looks at you like you still have a chance at humanity.

7) Slade and Talia playing a Cat Vs Dog type game with Dick in the middle. I think it's funny.

#sladicktalia #sladick #sladetalia #dicktalia #i have feelings about them. can u tell #asks #hardlycats

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elslovers · 11 months

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i neeeeed need abby to make me feel better about having such a shit dad. as someone currently coming to terms with just how much their dad sucks i just know abs would be such a good comfort.

summary: fathers day is easily the hardest day of the year for you it weighs heavy on you every single year but thankfully this year you have abby

authors note: this was such a sweet one to write fathers day can be really hard for a lot of people including myself so I hope this helps and warms yalls heart like it did mine and too anyone else who can relate fuck dads

YOUR DESERVING

“fuck him"

you mutter, throwing your phone down against the bed and ignoring the pile of texts from your girlfriend Abby was going to have to wait it was taking all your mental energy not to grab your phone again and shatter it against the wall

your phone screen lights up again, and you peer at the text through tear filled eyes

abby <3 : I'm headed to my dad's. Can you just let me know your okay?

and you want to tell her you are you want to so bad, but you've never been able to lie to Abby, so you settle on a thumbs-up reaction and turn off your phone until the miserable Day is over because, in all honesty, if you see one more happy father-daughter duo posting photo collages of them, it might just kill you

fathers Day always makes you feel small

but this year was unbearable. In years passed, and you would send a card out for your dad in the post, send him a text, maybe even ask if he wanted to come over and have dinner

but this year, you sat idly by refusing to act as though he was ever anything resembling a father because now you know good and well he isn't seeing Abby with her dad solidified in your mind that that what you had wasn't that of a father at all you'd spent your whole life desperately trying to earn his love his praise his attention but after seeing how freely Abbys dad gives it you knew none of this was supposed to be this hard

and it hurt it hurt so much more than you could explain

you spent your Day in the safety of your apartment, growing out of the noise of your mind with whatever mindless sitcom peaked fancy at any given hour

you tried not to let it hurt

you knew it was wrong to ignore Abby the way you had, but you didn't want your issues seeping Into what for her was a happy day, but you never could lie to her so avoiding the situation seemed to be your best bed

it all ached. It was a dull type of pain that came in harsh flashbacks to your childhood, all the waiting by the phone hoping he would call just to be let down all the birthdays he ignored all the times you were supposed to visit that he just ignored

it affected you greatly left you questioning your worth at every single turn

if he didn't want you how could anyone else right?

abby was aware of this she saw how intensely his lack of presence in your life and the hell he gave you when he was had shaped you she watched you second guess your every move you made it broke her heart watching the girl she loved so much hurt all because he didn't show up how you deserved

it felt impossible to untangle the version of him he made you into from who you actually wanted to be

but abby wanted to help you

she had to help you

Abby palmed her keychain flipping through them until she found the key to your apartment before unlocking the door

and oh did her heart ever break at the sight

you were tangled up in blankets a crying mess as you clutch a mug of what she has to assume is not tea judging by the half empty bottle of vodka on the counter

seeing her girl so broken up was enough to bring her to tears

"abby..." god you hated how weak your voice sounded so sad you hated that he still had this power over you that after all these years that his grip was still strong enough to make you break

"oh oh honey hi..." she spoke gently making her away over to settle beside you on the couch her voice was gentle but her mind trying and failing to suppress the violence she wanted to inflict on the man who made you like this she wanted to ruin him how he tried to ruin you and show him that regardless of how horrible he was to you you still turned out so well that regardless of all the darkness he inflicted on you you were still the brightest person she knew

"today is the worst day" you muttered and she felt her heart break a little harder "all I ever wanted was for him to be around and there has to be a whole goddamn day to remind me that he wasn't that lots of other girls got what I didn't that of whatever reason I just wasn't good enough to deserve a dad"

Abby never thought about it quite like that how truly painful this Day must be for you seeing all the girls including her with their gold star dads and here you have been all Day drowning your sorrows in liquor and sitcoms wondering why you didn't deserve a dad lie everyone else got

"oh angel" abby cooed out her arm hand covering the expanse of your cheek as she pulled you into her side determined to offer you all the comfort she could "you deserved a dad you deserved more then just a dad you deserved someone who showed up for you who held you when you cried and loved you the way you deserve he never took care of you and he's a fuckin pussy but i'm gonna take care of you do you understand? im gonna fix what he broke baby and one Day your gonna see how deserving of that you are"

you didn't know how bad you needed her words until she spoke them but you needed them oh so badly you trusted abby she was the only dim guiding light you had left in this world and if she said you were going to be okay you knew you would

#abby anderson #IRISWRITES #Modern!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson au #abby tlou #abby Andersen x fem!reader

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please don't go: a last of us fic

after David / Silver Lake / post-episode 8

angst, Joel & Ellie bonding, 99% canon compliant

rating: mature - content warnings re: s/a, violence, gore, more

The best found father-daughter duo help each other recover, work through their trauma, stay alive - hopefully a satisfying fill in for things we didn't get to see after winter !

if you're after a long read here's one for you

work in prog! +100k words

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10 | ch 11 | ch 12

I'm no longer copying this over to tumblr because it got way too long and it's too much!!!! Read on ao3 for the updated chapters

please don't go: chapter 1

Ellie’s frantic eyes finally seem to focus on him, and he can see her body language shift immediately. The hard adrenaline fuelled tension in her muscles sinks away as her face falls into unsettling blankness – he didn’t think it was possible but she somehow looks even smaller. Her lips start moving but she isn’t saying anything. Only low, halting sounds, whimpers and soft gasps of air that slice into his gut with a hurt nearly as sharp as the sewn up hole in his side.

“It’s me,” he hears himself repeating. Never feeling more useless in his life, except for - it feels wrong to think of Sarah right now, with Ellie so immediately in need in front of him, but the image of her pink t-shirt soaked in blood swims up in his mind anyway, crystal clear even 20 years later, her heaving and jerking belly so small it’s easily covered by the width of his hands until it suddenly stills. He learned a long time ago that he’s helpless to fight it when this moment flashes back to him.

This is what is written in the stars for Joel - his girls, too good and too sweet to know better than to trust him until that mistake catches up and they pay with their blood. It’s what he deserves. But - he’d seen it coming with Ellie - he’d known he wasn’t going to be able to keep her safe - Tommy would have never let - why the fuck does he keep existing when he’s so goddamn weak, worthless, worse than - poison, ruining everyone he -

Ellie moves towards him and presses her face into the crook of his neck with more babbling - a word too this time, “He-” - and the weight of her, the warmth of her cheek against his is the only thing that could possibly bring him back into his body.

He feels his blood pound in his head as he wraps his hand up around the back of her neck – so impossibly small – tangling his fingers through her knotted hair, holds her against him like she’s made of glass. Her whole body is trembling.

“It’s ok, baby girl,” he says in a breath as he shuts his eyes, trying to keep himself upright against a surge of heartache. He hears the words as if someone else has said them, like they didn’t leave his lips – but immediately feels the truth in it. The wall he’s tried to keep up between Ellie and Sarah, the nothing-but-bullshit line he’s drawn to try to somehow separate what they are to him is gone. There’s no more pretending. She’s his to take care of – that’s how she ended up here shaking and bleeding, after all, isn’t it?

His penance for failing Sarah is a life sentence, but Ellie’s still here, in the flesh and breathing (he thanks the god he’s never believed in). She needs him present more than he needs to hate himself. There’s a future full of self-loathing stretching out ahead of him - time for that later. For now he just needs to get her safe.

“We need to leave, baby,” he says, clearing his throat as it strains from the lack of use. He feels the urgency as the words leave his mouth – they don’t stand much of a chance if more men are coming after them, and though he’d die before he let anything (else) happen to her, who would be left to take care of her then? He pulls back from holding her to look at her face again, eyes tracking over the hollow look in her eyes and the fresh blood splattered on her skin. He’s never seen anyone who needs to be taken care of more.

“Are you hurt? Can you walk?” He waits a moment for an answer that he knows isn’t coming. Ellie’s little fingers twist and pinch on the sleeves of his jacket as she holds onto his arms, but she’s still standing. He sees the moment the shakiness that he felt running through her body moves from invisible to visible, and on instinct he quickly slips off his pack, shrugging off his jacket to wrap around her. She’s swimming in it.

“I’ve got you, honey, let’s go,” he says as he shifts to her side, wrapping his arm around her as he begins moving through the snow. Walking again makes the ache in his side throb angrily and he clenches his teeth to keep from groaning out loud.

Ellie starts shuffling along next to him, thank fuck – he’s sure he couldn’t carry her now – but she’s unsteady. After a few steps she falls against his side, leaning her weight against him like she can’t stand on her own. He hates that he’s so weak he feels his body start to do the same. His brain conjures up an image of the skyline as they left the Boston QZ so long ago – two crumbling buildings fallen inward, holding each other in place.

Ellie stumbles and he tightens his arm around her to keep her upright. She makes a noise, half choking and half swallowing, sounding like the air is being pushed out of her lungs.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he keeps saying. It’s all he can offer. “I’m here.” It’s not enough.

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Going back along the road towards the suburbs seemed like a death sentence – they're moving so slowly, and clearly the area was within the boundaries of where the group they’re running from was willing to go. If anyone was coming after them it would be the first place they’d look. But the longer they push forward with nothing in sight the more he’s convinced he's made a mistake that will kill them.

It's near silent in the aftermath of the snowstorm, and it’s rough going along the edge of the woods with patches of snowdrifts occasionally blown so high they nearly have to climb their way over. They’ve both sunk down half way up their shins more than a few times and their wet jeans are freezing against their skin.

He doesn’t know how they’re still going. They’ve been moving for hours.

The only noise is the occasional whistle of the wind, and it’s not enough to cover up their heavy breathing and slow, shuffling steps crunching through the snow. It makes it obvious when Ellie starts to flag, the cadence of her steps shifting as her feet start to shuffle and drag more than stepping, and he tries to swallow down swelling, suffocating dread as he scans around them for somewhere to rest. Time is running out – the sun, he’s horrified to acknowledge, has started to dip behind the tree line. He’s hurting more intensely the longer they walk, and he’s sure Ellie is too. Her breath is coming in pants and whines – she sounds so young he aches.

When snow starts to fall again around them, softly first and then steadily picking up, he fights back the urge to start screaming.

They’re fucking doomed – their bodies are running on empty. They’ll stumble soon and find they can’t get up, and he won’t be able to do anything at all other than pull Ellie close to him as they wait to freeze to death. No sooner has the thought crossed his mind than Ellie crumples at the knees and his mind goes empty with terror. He tries to squeeze in the arm around her when he realizes she’s sinking but he’s too slow. She thumps down hard onto her knees on the ground and is only spared from ending up face first in the snow by the way her upper body slams sideways into Joel’s legs.

“M’ sorry,” she’s mumbling, he realizes in horror as he drops down with her and grabs her shoulders to stop her from collapsing. His wound is fucking ripping as he kneels. He tries to soothe her as she keeps trying to get words out.

“Sorry, I ca- I –” seems to be all she can manage before she falls back into silence. Her teeth are chattering and she’s weakly grabbing onto his pants as if to pull herself up, even as her lower body remains motionless. She’s too weak, too tired. She’s done.

Joel takes a breath, and then another, and another. His vision is tunnelling as he drowns in the fear. This can’t be it.

“Gotta get up, baby, we can’t stop here, gotta get you somewhere warm,” he’s saying, knowing damn well that no such place is around. Ellie closes her eyes and leans her head into him like she’s falling asleep. An angry sob catches in his throat.

He closes his eyes and leans his face down into the top of her head, breathing her in and out, sliding his numb fingers into her hair to hold her tight against him again, and looks around asking a miracle.

And finds one.

From the slightly lower vantage point, he can see just a few feet further into the trees, below the bottom branches of a cluster of pine trees, and there it is, undeniably - wood. Pressure treated. It looks like the edge of – a porch?

He shifts sideways to see more and really tests the limits of the stitches in his side – fuck, fuck, fuck – and he’s flooded with relief. It’s not a porch – just a couple wooden steps, leading up to what has to be the bottom of a door. A cabin? It can’t be more than 50 feet away.

“Ellie, look,” he croaks out, and she doesn’t move. He points. “Look, there’s a building – we just gotta get there and we can rest, ok?”

For a moment he thinks she’s still not responding, and she doesn’t turn to look where he’s pointing, but he feels a small nod as she moves her head, and she mumbles a quiet “’Kay” into his shirt.

He’s breathless with pride – she’s so goddamn tough, the strongest person he’s ever met – and the fresh surge of adrenaline is enough for him to stand and tug her up on wobbly legs, to tuck her back into his side and move them forward, foot by shaky foot, moving away from their almost-grave in the snow.

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working on transferring from ao3 to here but here's the ao3 link if you want more now - updates regularly on ao3 (36 ch so far!)

#last of us fanfic #joel and ellie #tlou fanfiction #ellie and joel #tlou fic #god I love Joel Miller #this whole fic is a love letter to Dad Joel so if you are a fan of that enjoy #joel miller #dad joel #silver lake #Joel angst #ellie angst #protective joel #ellie is a badass #Joel loves Ellie #Ellie loves Joel #please don't go #the last of us

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writingsofwesteros · 5 days

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Thinking of the possibilities of Harwin lives AU where he's married while still being Rhaenyra's lover and he has only one child with his wife, a daughter. His daughter grows up quite isolated from court and pretty much everyone else as her mother is very protective and doesn't want her daughter anywhere near the political scene when there is the added turmoil of her father also being the suspected father to Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey. It doesn't help that the daughter very much takes after her father and could easily be mistaken for Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey's other sibling. Harwin's wife is very bitter to her husband and they're pretty much estranged at this point. Harwin adores his daughter but their relationship is much more distant than what he would like. Between his duties, trying to also be there for Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey, being Rhaenyra's lover (haven't figured out how Daemon is involved yet, maybe just let Rhaenyra have both), there isn't as much time as he would like to spend with his daughter.

Oh the angst !!!!!!! Involving Daemon; maybe Laena is still alive at this point so Daemon only does small trips, once or twice a year from Pentos and vice versa.

Poor sweet wife deserves better and you know she has some sass, its good she stays away from the politics.

Rhaenyra's marriage is being celebrated so they are invited to come back - idiotic Viserys. And the family duo (or just the daughter) is soon back in the capitol

#harwin hot thots

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iibonniee · 2 years

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: establish relationship

Rating: G

Warning: father!jungkook, fluff, uncles tae and jimin

Word Count: 1k

Request: please write a drabble with jungkook new dad! where oc leaves him for a day with his 6 month old daughter and how he has to deal with her all day and it's hard for him for the first time without oc but the members come to help him🥺

A/N: shoutout to @wordycerty for the massive help with proofreading and everything! i really appreciate it! <3

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“Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

In hindsight, Jungkook should’ve known his habit of speaking before thinking would screw him over. It was easy to say, “We’ll be ok, babe. Go have fun with your friends. You deserve it.” because hey, somewhere between the lines, it was true.

But just an hour after she kissed both him and their six-month-old daughter Iseul goodbye, he knew he was fucked. It started small. Iseul would make soft sounds as he moved about the kitchen in hopes of making fun.

His darling bundle of joy then moved around in the living room, triggering brief spikes of anxiety from her dad. Her hands were everywhere they could reach, and he had to thank himself for being smart enough to move anything that was dangling out of the way so she wouldn’t grab it and drop it on herself.

Just twenty minutes after the front door clicked shut, Iseul’s bubbly smile quickly switched to a frown and tears. Panic shot through Jungkook quickly and he was by his daughter within seconds, picking her up. Even in the comfort of her father's arms, her wailing never stopped. It seemed to amplify in volume.

Doing the quick “three check” was all he could think of. No, she wasn’t hungry (her mother just fed her just before leaving so he could rule that out). No, her diaper wasn’t dirty (he was thankful for that) and no, she didn’t hurt herself (he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that was the case).

His hopeful attempt at singing did nothing to help. Her wails remained strong, and she was turning red in the face. Jungkook knew he was stuck in a situation where he had two choices to pick from.

So, with a bawling Iseul held tight in his arms, his emergency message was sent and his phone was thrown to the side so he could better focus on his crying daughter.

“Please Iseul,” Jungkook merely cried out, watching as she practically threw a fit in his arms. He was next to hopeless, and he soon hated how fast his mind betrayed him. “It’s me, your father. Surely you can’t-”

“Where is the child?” Merely thrown off by the intrusion from another voice, Jungkook’s head snapped to the door to meet the curious eyes of Taehyung, whose own eyes were flicking around the apartment to find the child.

Behind him came Jimin, his own curious eyes merely following the younger male as his eyes scanned the room until they landed on Jungkook and his daughter. Like clockwork, Taehyung was already across the room taking the open seat next to his friend, while Jimin found a seat on the floor in front of the duo.

“What’s wrong? Has she been crying for long?” If only Jungkook knew how to answer his first question. He was as lost as they were, and he was desperate to figure out what the issue was.

He didn’t fight Taehyung when he reached out to Iseul. Jungkook’s eyes never strayed from his daughter as Taehyung he attempted to sooth her.

“It’s ok, your favorite uncle is here now.” Taehyung’s attempts at calming the child down was almost pointless. Her crying only increased seemingly at the sound of her uncle’s voice startling the three men.

“Do you think we should call Y/N?” Jimin was the first to speak up about possibly getting better help than just the two of them. At the sound of his voice, Iseul’s cries stopped for a mere moment.

Surprise flashed through both Jungkook and Taehyung as both of them turned their attention to Jimin, whose attention was already on his phone.

“No-!” Jungkook was quick to yell out when he realized what Jimin was doing. “Don’t call my wife. I told her I was fine-”

“-Was it just you speaking before your brain could catch up-”

“-That’s beside the point, Jimin. Y/N needs this time as a break. Maybe if you held Iseul-”

Jungkook stopped himself as he watched his friend stand up in panic. His head shook furiously as his hands held his phone tightly. Jungkook could see the panic swirling in his friend's eyes as his face fought to stay neutral.

“Bad idea. I think calling Y/N might help.”

“Please Jimin, I think she likes your voice. Just, sit down.” Jungkook was practically begging his friend for some help. It was evident that Iseul was more used to her mother's calming voice and Jimin just happened to fit the bill. “Please.”

Both boys watched their friend with bated breath. At this point Taehyung was practically pleading with Jungkook as if Iseul was both of their child and Jimin was the grandparent and they desperately needed the day off.

They watched as Jimin’s walls slowly crumbled. When his shoulders fell in defeat, they knew he had slowly realized that he was indeed their only hope.

Iseul was soon in Jimin’s tight grasp, their two sets of eyes never leaving Jimin and the child. Jungkook could tell how nervous Jimin was as he cradled her close.

“What do I do?” Jimin whispered nervously to Jungkook, hoping sitting there with Iseul wasn’t meaningless.

“Y/N said if Iseul gets like this to sing for her.” Jungkook whispered as he watched Jimin do exactly that. It didn’t take long for Iseul to start gradually calming down at the sound of her uncle’s humming.

Relief spread through Jungkook’s bones faster than he’d like to admit as happiness quickly replaced the worry upon seeing his daughter’s eyes drift shut.

Humming from the three men replaced the crying and kept the six-month-old at peace as she slept on her uncle. The three of them lost themselves in a trance, not even noticing when the front door beeped as it opened, revealing Y/N who had noticed the three of them.

While the other two slowly drifted off to sleep with Iseul, Jungkook stood up to meet his smiling wife mid-way, happy she was home so soon.

“Was she ok?” were the first words that came from Y/N as her eyes flicked between him and the other two boys. His nod came immediately. “Did they swing by, or did you ask for their help?”

Although he knew she was joking, he knew it was best to not tell her the whole truth. It’ll be their little secret.

#kvanity #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarios

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lovelyalways · 2 years

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Nelly's sibling dynamics

Arthur

she's his favourite sibling

his flower <3

all the siblings are protective of her, but Arthur is just on another level

because he’s the oldest of the family, she respects him a lot

he’s always going to baby her, whether anyone likes it or not

Thomas

brother and sister? more like father and daughter

he pushed her to always do well in school, cause of the family's history with academics

he has always treated her more like an adult, something Polly hates

she has this ability where she can detect just anything about him, he hates it but loves it at the same time

she’s very thankful for everything Thomas had done for their family

John

he teases her the most out of everyone

tbh when she was a kid, he was the only one that treated her like one

he taught her how to use a gun, take that however you would like, but Polly obviously almost killed him

he just finds it important for her to know how to defend herself

whenever she feels anxious or scared, she stays close by his side

Ada

sister duo <3

when Nelly was born, Ada was so happy not to be the youngest girl anymore

very close bond

she wishes someday Nelly will get out of Birmingham and move somewhere else

cause in Ada’s opinion, Nelly deserves way better than she gets now

Finn

Finn is her baby

she used to walk him to school

he admires her a lot, because of how smart she is

no matter what the situation is, he takes her side

they would do anything for each other tbh

together with Isiah, they’re such a team

#nelly shelby #peaky blinders imagine #shelby sister #shelby!sister #peaky blinders fanfic #shelby!oc #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x shelby!sister #arthur shelby x oc #john shelby x oc #ada shelby x oc #finn shelby x oc

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oceanera12 · 4 months

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Not sure if this still is going, or if this has been done, but could you have authors note/behind the scenes thinking on False's chapter from Built Family?

HI EP!!! Ignore that you sent this a long, long, long time ago it's fine I'm slow I know--

Yes, it's still going, and yes. I can do False's chapter(s).

Once again, to anyone who wants to read the chapter:

There you go. Now, on to the breakdown!

False's chapter, I knew from the start, was going to be long. Previous Hermits had gotten a bit of backstory, but not to the extent that False did. We didn't see Xisuma's people wiped out. We didn't see Joe's full rampage as Herobrine. We didn't see Mumbo's full work at Protech. Heck, we didn't even see Cle's server get wiped out by Protech. But the Watcher's wiping out False's server felt too important to just summarize or have happen off screen.

I had a few ideas for False, but I knew I wanted her to be a fighter.

I was originally going to have False and her Mom be a survival duo. Single Mom and her assassin daughter against the entire server. And while I enjoyed the idea, I decided against it. Not sure why but the adoptive fathers' angle just fit better with the vibe I wanted to do with False.

On a note of False's Dads, I would like to clarify: Sym and Gerrick were not romantically involved with each other in any way. Gerrick was his right-hand man, but Sym is ace in my head. Both see False as their adoptive daughter and are co-parenting but not romantically involved.

False had probably the most rushed introduction, but then had this really long, "Oh no, everyone is getting killed by winged demon/eldritch horrors" and, I'll be completely honest: that was not my intention at the start. I knew I wanted to show at least part of the server's destruction, but it just. Kept. Going.

I wanted people to hate the Watchers. I wanted to address the "some writers have the Watchers as redeemable/some of them are good or at the very least, redeemable." This version of the Watchers: Not redeemable. Yeah, we know they did something bad to Xisuma and Void but it's very vague as what exactly happened to them. I wanted to paint a very clear picture of: "These people are bad and 100% deserve what X is about to bring upon them."

I wanted to show that Watchers are not invincible, but it is very hard to actually kill them. Honestly, the only reason these players were able to kill as many Watchers as they did was because they have been fighting for years. In False's case, her entire life. These are professional killers and most of them were wiped out by five of these things. The only reason any of them survived was because Xisuma and company showed up.

It was at that point that I knew I had to split the chapter into two, partially because of how long it was and partially because the moment

False staying on the server wasn't really planned either. But, I quickly realized that, at that moment, she was grieving. She had accepted that she was going to die. The two people who cared about her the most were dead and she was going to follow them. But now, she wasn't dead. And she wasn't sure what to do.

Xisuma was the only person who could reach out to her (Cleo could have done it as well but seeing as she wasn't there at the moment--) and understand what it was like to lose everything you cared about.

Originally, I wanted to show more of the "hubs between worlds" but I didn't have time for it. I debated if False needed new clothes, but determined that she would have had more militaristic gear, not her Minecraft skin. The coat being both Sym's sniper and a piece of clothing was a last minute addition, but I didn't want False walking around with a sniper for a few reasons.

The main one being that I didn't feel like she would heal with it because she' never take it off, keeping her in the anarchy mindset. A knife is fine, because it is small, easy to forget. A sniper? Not so much.

Miscommunication! Not just the only form of drama for rom-coms, but also between friends and family, lol. I knew False would never have the courage to ask to stay. She had to wait for an invite.

... Which the Hermits forgot to give. A common mistake in their earlier days, but they get better.

I can't think of anything else but this note turned out a lot like False's arc.

Long.

#era talks #built family #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #bf #falsesymmetry #fanfiction #asks #breaking down built family #or bdbf #idk i think it's funny #new tag #bdbf

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bad4amficideas · 6 months

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Do you know that there are many Star Wars Isekai Fics in AO3??? I just found out!!!! <- happy in the little things.

SO HERE GOES A PROMPT!!!!

Someone to write a fic where isekai!Reader (rejuvenated to Anakin's age or a little older, maybe Padme's) appears nears Dooku at the moment of Qui Gon Jinn's death and does the crucial step of returning him to the Light, reminding him of his favorite apprentice (because I think Reader would align with Dooku and Jinn's initial ideals) and he's in a moment of "come on, it's not THAT horrible here, redeem yourself, Christopher Lee, I mean Dooku". (Well, all that after the "what the hell language are you speaking to me?")

Then he trains Reader for a few years on his own (and not only in jedi matters but miscelanea) until speaking with Reader he tells them that if they seriously wants to be a Jedi they will have to go to Coruscant (and so they go and the story converges meeting the wonder duo JUST BEFORE Ani reunited with Padme and it is free ship reign -preferably poly, any poly you want).

Maybe Dooku half resumes funtions as Reader Master as time is the Count of Serenoo, maybe Reader gets asigned another master Surely there is discussion about their age and their non-traditional upbringing and education.

Then the story progresses with a Reader who really only half-knows Star Wars history but has everyone best interests at heart. And they gets very confused with the timelines, the fanfics they has read, canon and legends, BUT THEY tries.

I suspect that Reader would retire, keeping their lightsaber at the end of the war, or would see a reform where Jedi understand the saying "it is better to have loved and have lost than to have never loved at all" (but with healthy mourning). And that you can love someone and save the universe (or at least many heroes in stories can, THEY ARE NOT MY FAVORITE HEROES, but there are martyrs everywhere. Look, see Marvel Universe, see Sakura x Shaoran, KananHera, live for the other but at the end put the world between them, no sense!)

Then you can put in those things that people discuss like marriage yes or no, Jedi-Republic separation yes or yes (we are with Dooku in this after all). Jedi reform and rights yes or no. Clones linked to the Jedi in some way because who knows if society considers them people but the Jedi, of course, do. Feat Force Ghosts, villains gonna good, maybe goods gonna bad. Ashoka deserves better squad.

Oh, you can also play with the theories: Reader has NO FORCE for themselves. They doesn't have it but it absorbs or act as a channel (and can be easily possesed by ghosts, father/daughter/son and things like that). Reader has FORCE but rare, like otherworldly who does not play on the team light and darkness (idk The Mother who is both and none while the father balances both?? XD)

#star wars x reader #star wars x reader prompt #star wars isekai #someone write this #free prompt #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader

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yuu-the-pokemon-trainer-of-nrc · 2 years

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I wonder, how’s Colress as a father to Yuu .

Adoptive Dad, Colress

Watch out, ‘cuz this is gonna be a long one!

First, let me say Yuu and Colress' relationship as father-and-daughter is far from typical. When he first met Yuu on the streets of Castelia City, he was very impressed by how she and Zorua were so in sync.

1. Because she was like 6 or 7 and has already a Pokémon that can be considered her partner.

2. Zorua are known for their aloofness and tend stay away from humans. (Especially in Unova, considering the the only way to get a Zorua in Black and White is through a special event scenario)

And when he heard her story about how she and Zorua would be forced apart if she returned to her foster home. Now on one hand, it would be a waste to break up such a duo. On the other, Colress (despite what many may think) can’t in good conscience leave such a young child to fend for herself on the streets. Then an idea springs to mind. He wishes to further his research in what brings out a Pokémon’s true strength. He had deduced that it is the bond between Trainer and Pokémon that unlocks their full potential. And here is a human child and a Pokémon that have forged a bond before their journey even started!

“I have a proposition for you Miss. How would you and Zorua like to come live with me?”

Don’t ask how an ex-convict (yes, he did do jail time for the Kyurem incident, but was let out on good behavior) was able to adopt this child! Colress has his ways…

So yes, Colress adopted Yuu so she and Zorua could be subjects for his research, with their knowing consent of course. It was either that or they remain in the shadows of the streets, stealing food and avoiding the cops. Both sides had nothing but to gain from this agreement.

Up to the point she met him - Yuu had some bad experience with the adults in her life, so as far as they go, Colress is fairly decent. He made sure that Yuu and Zorua were fed, slept well, and have a healthy environment. Even read some parenting books for reference. He strikes me as someone who doesn’t have a lot of empathy, so he’s often blunt with Yuu, hardly ever mincing words. Thankfully she did have teachers and friends that helped her emotional development. Oddly enough, Yuu actually appreciates this side of him as he was the first adult that was ever straight with her and didn’t talk to her as if she was some dumb annoying kid.

You could say that Yuu got her bluntness from him.

As a Pokémon Trainer, Colress didn’t really do anything to steer Yuu’s path as one. Nor did he deter or assist her. After all, to interfere with her growth as a Trainer would defeat the purpose of his research. Yuu had wanted to become a Trainer since way before she met Colress, so there really was no need to convince her in that category.

Again, before you ask, yes, Yuu does know about the whole “Kyurem Incident”. And they did have a conversation about it. She recognize that he’s now using his skills for a better purpose now. After everything he’s done for her, the least he deserves is a second chance. And if he reverts back to hurting others again…

“My Pokémon and I won’t hesitate to break you…”

*Short Timeskip*

Kukui: “Hey Colress, your smile’s a bit different than usual. Did something happen?”

Colress: “Hmm… I have this odd warm feeling in my chest… Could this be… Parental pride?”

Though Colress adopted Yuu for the purpose of his research into the bonds of humans and Pokémon, he unknowingly developed a fondness for the girl as she and her Pokémon grew stronger. Seeing the look on her face when she triumphs in battle, just seeing her with her friends as well as her Pokémon partners with that big smile on her face..! Makes him remember how he first found that small skinny, glaring distrustful girl with the feral Zorua in that alleyway. Now look how far she has come. Makes him smile ever wider.

And now, if anyone were to ever threaten his baby girl…

#twst mc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland mc #twst x pokemon #pokemon colress #colress #pokémon

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Lumity Comfort Ch. 5: Are You Okay?

Amity picked up some food from the cafe Camilla and Luz like, just in case of emergency comfort. She didn't know what to expect, so she wanted to be prepared. When she got home, she looked in the living room, and saw the mother and daughter duo on the couch, both in each others warm embrace. They both looked like they had been crying for a while.

Amity: Hey guys, I brought you both some stuff from the cafe you showed me. You want anything?

Luz: Si, batata.

Camilla: That would be lovely.

The three sat around the table, looking absolutely exausted. The Belos fight and Collecter takeover had drained everyone of their power and emotions. They just wanted some time to recover. It had been a couple of months since those events, but that doesn't mean that they were all better.

Luz: Mama?

Camilla: Yes?

Luz: Are you okay?

Camilla: No. I didn't know you were suffering from those nightmares. If I did, I would have spoken up sooner. I saw you were okay physically, but you weren't emotionally. Thank you for not being mad at me, even though I deserve it.

Luz: Why would I be mad? You wanted to give me my space.

Camilla: I just want to make up for the mistake I made of sending you to that camp. I want to be there for you. For 14 years you felt like you couldn't be understood, and I only have so many years to make up for it.

Luz: Making up implies that you made a malicious error, not a misguided one, and even as an adult I want you in my life. Mama, I think Amity should know what you told me.

Amity: If that's okay with you.

Camilla: Amity, I too have been having nightmares. I was in the middle of one when Luz comforted me before we went to the Boiling Isles. I just want to make things better with someone I care about.

Amity: I'm with you there. I thank God every night for Luz.

Luz: Same. I think I know what we all need.

Everone: Therapy.

Camilla found a therapist who worked with trauma victims and reformed bad people, one Dr. Sasha Waybright. She set up an online meeting with the three, and they all got to work.

Sasha: Greetings Noceda household. Thanks you for sending me the details of your problems. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourselves and how you all know each other? That way, I can have a better idea on how to help you as a group.

Camilla: I am Camilla Noceda, she/her pronouns, which also applies to the rest of us. I am the mother of Luz, whose girlfriend is Amity Blight, the one with lavender hair.

Sasha: Ah, thank you. Why don't we all start with the core of what each of you want to fix?

Luz: You first, mama.

Camilla: Right. For Luz's entire life, she had always been a creative and kind soul, and I wanted her to feel loved and accepted, but everyone I knew aside from her late father treated her like a freak. So when I was given a pamplet for a camp that promised to make her more normal, I paniked and sent her. I just didn't want her to go through life being called a freak, a monster, a weirdo, A LOSER, A--

Camilla then felt the hand of Luz on her arm. She almost spiralled again, with Luz bringing her back again. Camilla wiped the tears from her eyes and continued.

Camilla: And all this time, Luz, my precious baby girl, just wanted to be loved for who she was. And here's the part that doesn't add up to me, she doesn't hate me.

Sasha: Of course she doesn't.

Camilla: What?

Sasha: What I saw right there was genuine love from your daughter. It's clear that she doesn't hate you in any way. And she doesn't seem to feel betrayed. Believe me, I betrayed one of my closest friends to do what I thought was right, and it still haunts me to this day. I screwed over her friends and manipulated her, and I'm shocked to this day she forgave me.

Amity: Same with me. I made Luz's life hell on earth when we first met. I had a lousy childhood and took it out on her. Why she wanted to be my friend even back then caught me off guard. I guess one of the reasons why I'm so lovey dovey with her is because she changed my life for the better. My family grew up in a town led by a cult, and if it wasn't for Luz, I would have joined it.

Sasha: Yikes, I've dealt with my fair share of cult victims, sorry you had to go through that.

Amity: Said cult was led by a religous fanatic claiming my people to be unpure and even tried to kill us. Even after these few months, my people are trying to heal.

Sasha: It will take more than that to heal, and you may need longer. But just know, your family will be there for you.

Amity: Hey Luz? I think it's your turn.

Luz: Yeah. I helped Amity and her town escape the cult leader, and I did that by doing something I never thought I'd do. I killed the cultist. It only sank in a day or two after the matter that there was now BLOOD ON MY HANDS. That man is in hell now.

Camilla: Where he belongs.

Amity and Luz looked at Camilla with wide eyes. Never in their lives did they imagine she would be happy someone was burning for all time.

Camilla: No way did he repent to God for sins. That guy had it coming. From what I heard from everyone, he brainwashed people, tormented the land, and worst of all, HE. HURT. MY. DAUGHTER! If he didn't die by another's hands, I would have done him in myself.

Sasha: Scared to lose someone too, right?

Camilla: Did you almost lose someone too?

Sasha: Yes, the friend I mentioned previously, Anne, and our other friend, Marcy. In fact, Anne is now my wife, and is carrying our little bundle of joy. She almost was lost to me, and I'm thankful to God every night that she is safe. I never want to lose her again.

The best advice I can give all of you is to be open and honest about your trouble with your friends. Sorry, I need to get to another appointment. Why don't we set aside some more time next week?

Camilla: I'd like that.

#luz noceda #the owl house #toh #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #disney #camilla noceda #disney channel #amphibia #sasha waybright #sapphic

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