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ellieslittlewh0re · 9 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

* ೃ⁀➷ part 2 - part 3

pairings - farmers daughter! reader x farmhand! ellie

summary - your dad hires a stranger to help out around the farm

additional tags - inexperienced but flirty reader, shy/loser ellie, cowboy boot wearing ellie, mutual pinning, slight masturbation mention (e!), e! w/ a southern accent??, eventual smut, (nothing too crazy happens in this part it’s mostly just setting vibes lol)

Beads of sweat collected on the bridge of your nose, and your thighs stuck together as you sat on the porch swing, just lazily swinging back and forth, using your tippy toes to keep the momentum going.

You look out over the vast pasture- green as far as the eye can see, with nothing to distract from the country landscape except for some power lines out in the distance.

Even with the sun starting to set- it was still unbelievably hot.

"Keep goin' like that and you're gonna die of a heat stroke."

You yell to your father who was working under the hood of his rusty truck. Usually, he pays no mind to your nagging, but this time it seemed to work- or perhaps he was just finished for the night.

He shuts the hood, slamming it with a metallic thud before wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

His boots rang loudly against the hallow wooden stairs of the porch, looking down at you through bushy eyebrows.

"I don't need your sass, kid."

You roll your eyes at his comment. He's always been stubborn and tough, but in his old age, you can't help but worry. His cheeks have hallowed over the years, sun spots forming from the countless hours working on the farm, and his movements became slowed from the hard work catching up to him.

"I wouldn't sass if you'd just listen. Seriously, it's okay to hire someone to help. no one is gonna shame you for that." You pester affectionately, standing from the swing to open the screen door and enter the house with him following behind.

You follow him to the kitchen, listing all the reasons why he should have help.

One: he's getting old.

Two: his knee has never been the same since he had that operation done 4 years ago.

Three: the farm is too big and demanding to tend to alone.

"Okay- enough.. you sound just like your mother sometimes I swear." He hold a hand up, pausing you mid-ramble, and takes a sip from the glass he filled from the tap.

You pouted, and once again, your suggestions felt shot down.

He finishes the water, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.

"I actually have someone comin' by tomorrow. They were recommended t' me by Phillip at the feed store."

Your eyes lighten up, a smile grows on your face, and you finally feel like you can breathe, knowing that the hardships wouldn't be your dads alone anymore.

You rush around the kitchen island, placing a kiss to your dads cheek and squeezed him tight.

"Thank you! I can't wait- I'll have to bake em' something sweet tonight."

"Alright- settle down-" he pushes you away slightly with a smile on his weathered face. Truly an adoring annoyance that only a parent could love.

Your old man calls it a night, showering and off to bed he went, but you? Oh- you were busy. You tried your hardest to keep the sound down to a minimum, bowls, and kitchen utensils splayed on the counters.

A small apron draped around your waist, flour smudged on your cheekbone as you pulled the blueberry scones out of the oven. A satisfied smile grows on your face as you observe your work and finishing of the pastries with a dusting of powdered sugar.

Maybe, you were going a tad bit overboard, but the truth is, you were painfully lonely. The only time you had any visitors on the farm was when you held pumpkin patches in the fall, but even then, it was always young families that didn't bother to stay around for too long.

You go upstairs, a slight pep in your step as you did so. You showered and put in your favorite pajamas- a short, soft floral patterned dress with bows that secured the straps.

You tossed in bed, sleep not being in favor since your mind was still wide awake. You try to picture what they would look like- what they sounded like.

Was he tall? Around your age, or is he just another old man like your father? Maybe they're not a man at all.

It's best not to get ahead of yourself; whoever this person is, they are coming to work for your dad and not to become your friend.

You slept lightly, and your senses became more aware as a muted thud rang outside your second-story bedroom window. You open your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleepy confusion as dust particles dance in the sunbeams of your room.

It took you a few seconds to realize why today was so important, but once you remembered- it had you scattering out of bed to your window, pulling back the sheer laced curtains, and taking a peak outside.

There was a truck you didn't recognize parked in the driveway. It was slightly newer than your dad's, but that's not saying much; a simple 2-door with an extended bed, slightly lifted with sturdy-looking tires.

A slim figure stood next to the driver's side door, hands on their hips as they looked up at the house. To your surprise, it wasn't a man at all.

You squint, trying to get a better look at her without realizing how big of a creep you are being.

Her hair shined a brilliant shade of auburn in the morning light, a brown button up shirt with the sleep rolled up to her elbows, slightly flared and worn denim jeans hugged her hips with brown cowboy boots that seemed to match the leather of her belt.

You caught a glimpse of something on her arm, dark lines that disrupted her pale skin. It was a tattoo, although you could make out the details of the design.

She looked the part of someone who knows how to run a farm, but something about her seemed so out of place- almost like she was too pretty for such a dirty job.

While you were too busy eyeing her up and down, you didn't realize she had caught you. She put her hand up, holding it there for a second before bringing it back down to her side. You wave back, a slight wiggle of you fingertips which made her smile.

You watch her walk out of the frame of your window before sitting on the edge of your bed- your fingers grasping at the embroidered comforter. You had this weird feeling in your tummy; it was something you couldn't explain, almost like nausea but also like when you go on a big rollercoaster.

You felt nervous but excited all at the same time. You figured it was because she was around your age, maybe slightly older- shrugging it off as you got up and got ready for the day.

You brush your hair before tying it into two loose braids, finishing it with light pink ribbons at the ends. You wanted to put a little more effort into your appearance today since you're meeting someone new, and as daddy always said, "First impressions are the most important."

You take a deep breath in the last most of solitude of your room before making your way down the stairs, the conversation between the stranger and your father growing louder and louder from the kitchen as you inched closer.

"There she is-" your dad motions an arm in your direction, the stranger immediacy turning to meet your face.

"Ellie, this is my daughter, y/n, and y/n, this is Ellie."

"It's nice t' meet you, Ellie." You said in your sweetest voice you could muster as you walk towards her, holding a hand out.

"Likewise." She smiles, taking your hand in hers and shakes it firmly. She seemed respectful, maybe even a little flustered- seeing that her cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink.

Upon seeing her closer, it didn't help settle your nerves. She was gorgeous; freckles adorned her alabaster skin, a scar that ran through her eyebrow and upper lip, and her eyes a mossy shade of green with dark, long lashes framing the shape.

She was honestly the prettiest girl you've ever seen but not in the same way you were often described. There was a boyish charm to her that you had never seen before.

"Well- best we get to it then." Your dad chimes in, causing you to let go of the calloused hand that you hadn't realized you were still holding onto.

"I'll see you around Ellie." You just barely make audible to her, bitting down on your bottom lip before turning on your heel and leaving them to do their jobs.

Ellie was almost speechless upon meeting you. Never in a million years did she ever think a girl like you could live in this small country town, but fuck, leave it to her luck- you were the boss's daughter, which means you were off limits.

You didn't make it easy on her either, prancing around in your little summer dress that flowed with your movements, rising dangerously high when you would turn around, almost giving her a peek of your ass.

Ellie swallowed hard each time, the saliva filling her mouth with all the dirty thoughts she had- which mostly consisted of you underneath her, completely naked and trembling after she forced a 4th orgasm out of you.

The sun was starting to set, blanketing the canvas in shades of orange and pink, and to your disappointment- Ellie would be leaving soon.

She was walking towards her truck, slightly dragging her feet from exhaustion, and you're happy she did so. It gave you enough time to run out of the house barefoot, container filled with the homemade goods in your hands.

"Ellie!-" you called out to her which made her turn around, her hand opening the driver side door.

You nearly bump into her, slightly out of breath as you held up the tupperware with both of your hands.

"Sorry- I made them last night, must've forgotten in to give 'em' to you earlier." Again, your voice is so sweet and innocent- like honey coated candies on her tongue.

A smirk grows on her face, taking the gift from you to inspect them.

"That's mighty kind of you.. oh no, are these blueberries?"

Your face contorts to concern, and Ellie can't help but think how fucking cute you look all worried like that.

"Yeah, why? Do you not like 'em?" You pout, almost like you're on the verge of tears

A low chuckle reverberates in her throat, "I'm just messing with you, doll. They look delicious."

"Meanie."

A few seconds of silence go by, and Ellie looks everywhere except your face, and I mean everywhere- including the plushness of your breast that spilled over the top of your dress - she couldn't have you knowing how red her cheeks are right now.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She said it almost like a question- as if you'd miss out on such an opportunity.

"See you tomorrow, Ellie. Goodnight." You stand on your tippy toes, planting a quick kiss on the rounds of her cheeks, and run back inside, leaving Ellie in full panic mode.

She gets into her truck, taking a moment to herself before turning over the engine. Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel as she replays it in her head. She felt like she could combust, literally and figuratively- her head came down to rest on the wheel, and her cheeks ached from the smile that wouldn't seem to leave her lips.

In fact- she thought about it all night long. When she showered, when she laid in bed trying to sleep, she was tingling, an ache growing inside the depths of her stomach.

I mean, could you blame her? You didn't try to hide how hard you stared or how flirtatious you were towards her.

Maybe you were just like that with everyone.

Still- it didn't stop her. And It didn't stop her hand from slipping into the waistband of her checkered pajama pants, and it definitely didn't stop her from fingering herself to thoughts of you.

She came hard that night, harder than she had before, and she can't help but wonder- if simply her imagines of you felt this good, how would fucking you for real feel?

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lvlyghost · 6 months

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Disobedience

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Simon warned you not to go out, but a quick trip to the local pub doesn't seem like a bad idea.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

TW: angst, comfort. overprotective!simon, reader is careless, pregnancy, established relationship. another part(? idk. poorly edited. mind the english. you know the drill 💗🌝

A/N: heh, so i'm down with —another— cold and I was just drifting off to sleep thanks to the meds when this idea hit me so i had to write it down, wish it was longer though, was planning on adding more angst but if this does well a second part might happen; (simon's still mad at reader🌚). enjoy🍂🌝

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"So you did exactly what I specifically told you not to do?" He mutters, pacing back and forth in front of you, who could only stare up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. You had never seen him this mad. Not in the two years of relationship you so carefully built up.

It happened the night before he was supposed to return from deployment.

Simon had been gone for two months to a special operation with the task force or so he had told you. He couldn't disclose much about his work so he gave you little-to-no information regarding his mission and part of you felt relieved, he had said countless of times that there were things that he never wanted you to learn about. So you just did what you knew best: hug him and love him endlessly. And he did the same for you.

God knows Simon Riley loved you.

But going out for a few drinks —although you really didn't have any, thank the tiny human growing inside you— seemed harmless. Catching up with your small group of three friends after not seeing each other for months was something that couldn't kill anyone. And in all honesty you were going crazy. Needed a distraction. Fresh air. Break the routine you had fallen onto.

Simon had been gone for a while, and it's something you accepted when you started dating. So he wasn't the one to blame at all. Just like it wasn't his fault that you blatantly disobeyed him when he had called you through a secure line.

'Listen to me, love.' You could practically hear the worry in his voice. Things have taken a turn, yeah? I need you to stay in. Word's spreading these terrorists are targeting... families. I- I just need you to be safe yeah? Until I get home. It'll take a day tops. We don't wanna risk it. Jus' wait for me, please."

Needless to say that you had agreed at first, and it didn't took much convincing from your friends to drag you out. After all, Simon had made sure that you were off the radar to these terrorist or mercenaries. He put so much care to your safety, little people knew about your existence; so there was no reason to be worried right? A few hours of mingling then you'd go back. it's not like you could stand being out for so long either way.

The small bump on your belly was enough reason to call it a night a few hours into the night. Your pregnancy was still at the point where sleep got the best of you. The emotional outbursts were also not rare. The morning sickness that came with it.

But now under Simon's disapproving eyes you wonder if you had taken the right decision to disregard the order he had given you. All for an innocent reunion with the girls. His big hands are on his hips, staring you down with those brown eyes that you love, just not right now. You wonder if this is what the soldiers under his command feel when they're the subject of his ire. You hold back the tears. Fuck, he's not even being so hard on you, not even raising his voice. He'd never do that to you. Disappointing him is something you are not so proud of now.

"I didn't think it would be that bad." Simon scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as an eerie silence settles between the two. "I know it's the dumbest excuse I- it was going to be for a few hours..."

Until he had barged into the pub. His eyes roaming around the establishment until he locked eyes with you, he had relaxed instantly. The deep pit that had set in his stomach when he got home only to be greeted by a deafening silence began to fade. Then anger reared its ugly head when he silently asked —demanded— you to stand up and led the two out of the place. The ride back in complete silence, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Why couldn't you just obey him for once? It took you hours to completely forget about his warnings. What if they laid hands on you? On his unborn child? Gritting his teeth he had stared forward focusing on anything but the thought of finding your dead body, of him scooping you up all bloodied and unreachable. Gone to somewhere he couldn't follow just yet.

Simon stalks forward sitting down on the coffee table in front of you, wood creaking beneath his weight. He leaned forward, face mere centimeters from yours as his arms rest on his thighs.

"Love." He calls you, and then he softly murmurs your name. "I'm trying to protect you..." he swallows, eyes traveling down to your small bump and then back to you again. "Both of you. If something happened..." Simon's jaw clenched, he doesn't even want to think of the worst scenarios. "We have enemies and i'd never forgive myself..." You stop him, grabbing his gloved hands and squeezing them with yours. The soft touch he had longed for these past months. He absentmindedly caressed your warm skin.

"Nothing's gonna happen, baby." You assured him, he stares intently at your eyes and finds nothing but love.

"Lost people before this way." He breathes out. And you feel like the biggest moron in the world. He's talking about his family. Simon rarely talks about them. "Hell will freeze before I let that happen again." Standing up he follows, arms wrapping around his middle. "Price set up a safe house for us, until things calm down and get the bastards." One of his hands rests on the nape of your neck inhaling the aroma of your shampoo, the other one firmly set on your swollen belly. He's missed this. Just being around you. Feeling you against him.

"You're coming too right? Missed you terribly." He rest his chin on top of your head.

"Don't think I could leave you now even if I had to."

You sigh deeply, placing a kiss on his chest; you wonder if one day the danger will stop. Simon's made many enemies along the years. But his efforts to keep his identity a secret were greater than any threat out there. Now with you and a baby in the way he'd never rest until he was sure no harm will get to you.

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ackermanbloodline · 8 months

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The Most Unusual Day - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: Levi brings your daughter to base for the day.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Author's Note: This is an AU where Levi has a daughter during the events of season one. I wanted to post some feel-good fluffy content of our man since I feel like all I've posted so far is pretty smutty. Enjoy!

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“Come onnnn, Dad,” your 10-year-old daughter pleaded in a whiny tone to her father. “I wanna see where you work.”

You were cuddled up with a book on the sofa and although you were trying hard to pay attention to it, you couldn’t help but observe Levi’s reaction to her begging. Your eyes peered up beyond the top of the pages.

“Kuchel, I’ve told you time and time again it isn’t safe for you there.”

“Pleaseee? Pretty pretty pleeeeeease?”

Levi called your name with annoyance, “Can you please back me up here?”

You set the book down on your lap and took off your glasses.

“I think it’s time for you to put your title to the ultimate test,” you cocked your eyebrow. “I have no doubt in my mind that she’ll be safe with you. And you don’t have to take her for the whole day, honey. Maybe just a few hours.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. That’s until Kuchel reached up and grabbed his arm, making him look down at him.

“One day, I want to join the Survey Corps and be strong, just like you. Please, Dad?”

Levi and you both gave each other a worrying look. She had never said anything like that before and had absolutely no idea what lurked beyond those walls. The terror that follows. Levi seemed to take her words with a grain of salt when he dropped to balance on the balls of his feet and pushed her hair back lovingly. The sight made your heart swell.

“Alright, you can come with me tomorrow. But only for a few hours.”

* * *

Kuchel walked beside Levi as they made their way down the hall and to his office. She had been asking question after question since the moment the two stepped onto base. She was asking about the training the recruits had to go through, how many of them pass per class, and how base operations work, to name just a few. He had been getting rather tired of answering them but he also had a goal of making this a special day for the two of them.

“Where is everybody?”

“They’re out on a special mission with the other captains and commanders.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Because I’m showing you around.”

“Will they be back later on?”

“Some of them.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“Missions usually take a pretty big toll on our soldiers. A good chunk of them always perish in battle.”

Kuchel became quiet for a moment and looked down at the ground as her feet carried her forward. The silence didn’t last long, though.

“Is your boss nice?”

“Commander Erwin gets under my skin sometimes but, yes, the man is usually pleasant to work with.”

The questions kept coming as Levi dug into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys on a ring. He plugged the key into the hole and flicked his wrist to the right, causing the large wooden door to open quietly. He motioned her to go ahead of him and she did. He eyed up the hallway before closing and locking the door. Even though he loved his daughter dearly, he couldn’t wait for this day to be over. This was beyond stressful for him.

Kuchel gasped and gaped at the appearance of his office. Her face was alight with curiosity and wonder. The sun shone in brilliantly from the windows and warmed her silhouette, endowing her with an angelic and innocent aura. She ran over to his desk and sat in his chair and nearly fell over as she did so. The curve of his lips moved upward.

“This is my office, which I am rarely in during the day.”

She swiveled back and forth, “So this is where you stay when you don’t come home?”

“Yes.”

“Cool... Where are you when you’re not here?”

“I’m in meetings or conducting missions with my squad.”

“I would love to have an office like this when I grow up,” she said as she grabbed a pen and started toying with it. Luckily she had had a bath that morning, so she was clean as a whistle from head to toe. “Can I draw something?”

“Sure.”

Levi strolled over to his desk and swiftly pulled out a drawer and fetched a few pieces of paper for her. He handed them to her and she thanked him before getting started. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and she looked up at him with a crooked smile. She reminds him so much of you.

He informed her that he was going to go get some tea and some water. He locked the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen, noticing how eerily quiet and tranquil everything was. It was bizarre to him. He was so used to constant chaos that stillness actually made him uneasy since that’s when disaster usually strikes.

He returned to his office a few minutes later and there she was at his desk, biting on her tongue in an attempt to concentrate on the very important work she was doing. He quietly set down her glass of water next to her and proceeded to tidy his office since it was long overdue for a cleaning. Even though he wasn’t on a mission with his squad, it wasn’t any reason to slack off.

He retrieved the cleaning supplies for the background and proceeded to get to work. Before he brought the bandana up to his face, he opened up a few windows to allow for proper ventilation. The fresh summer breeze wafted through and aired out the office. He was wiping down mirrors and windows, dusting bookshelves, sweeping, and mopping, amongst other duties. He frequently looked over to the desk to make sure Kuchel was still doing okay. This was therapeutic for Levi. His title was almost always so uncertain and messy; this was the one of the very few things in his life that he had control over.

As the day progressed, Levi eventually was able to clean the entirety of his quarters and Kuchel had moved on to reading some of the books he had that sat on his shelf behind his desk. As suspected, she asked questions, like why he owned those books and how long he had them. Many of them dealt with the history of humanity and how present day life came to be. These books in particular were littered with underlines, bookmarks, margin notes.

But not all of them were historical, some of them were fiction. Levi kept these books more hidden towards the bottom of the bookshelf. Not only were they fiction, but they were romance, something that he refused to disclose to even his wife. Levi had a bleeding heart.

Kuchel sat on Levi’s lap as he read some of them to her, his voice echoing in her eardrums soothingly. He held her close and these sort of moments reminded him of when she was just a baby. He always read to her each day. After about three or four chapters, he noticed that his daughter had fallen asleep in his arms after a few soft snores. He chuckled quietly and closed the book and set it down on the desk in front of them. Kuchel usually didn’t take naps but he could only assume that she was wiped out from her inquisitive nature.

Carefully, Levi swooped her up and set her gently down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. He pushed a piece of hair back behind her ear and leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Sleep well, princess.”

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Levi looked over some of her drawings. They were impressive for someone of her age. He sifted through them and eventually came across one that struck him like lightning: Kuchel and Levi standing side by side with Scout uniforms on with the title, “Me and Dad as captains.” His eyebrows pulled together as he studied it for a few minutes. He then looked over at her, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Was she really serious about joining the Survey Corps? For her sake, he really hoped she wasn’t. He shook his head and put the scribble in a drawer of his desk.

Kuchel ended up sleeping for a few hours. During that time, Levi worked by doing some paperwork he had been meaning to start. She slowly stirred awake, throwing the blanket off her body and swinging her legs over to stand up. She reached up towards the sky to stretch out her muscles and joints and rubbed her eyes and yawned. She noticed that the sun was just starting to set, the sky darkening in an ombre effect with warm colors.

She looked around the room and couldn’t find Levi immediately in sight.

“Dad?”

No answer.

She wandered into the bathroom and his bedroom. Still nothing. She hesitantly made her way towards the office doors, slowly opening a crack and taking a peek through it. There was commotion. Freshly showered soldiers were making their way down the hall and disappearing. The smell of fresh food lingered in the air, which made her stomach growl with appetite.

She slipped out and started making her way towards the smell, following her nose like a trained dog. It led her to the mess hall and found groups of soldiers sitting down at tables who were conversing amongst each other as they ate. A constant murmur of jumbled voices filled the air like white noise.

“Hey,” Kuchel heard a high voice call behind her. She turned around and saw a young woman with warm eyes and auburn hair tied up into a ponytail looking down at her with a smile. “What’s a kid like you doing here?”

“I’m really hungry. May I get something to eat?”

“Of course you can. Come on, I’ll take you.”

As Kuchel followed the woman up to the serving area, she introduced herself.

“My name’s Sasha. What’s yours?”

“Kuchel.”

“Kuchel… that’s a pretty name. It’s certainly nice to meet you. Do you mind if I ask you where you came from?”

“Well…” Kuchel debated for a moment. Should she disclose that she is Levi’s daughter? Will she be treated differently? Honesty is always the best policy, that’s what her mother always told her. “My dad is Captain Levi and I don’t know where he went.”

Sasha’s face nearly went white.

“O-oh! Why don’t we get you something to eat and we can take you to his office? I’m sure he isn’t far.”

“Dad isn’t there, that’s where I just was.”

“I see. Well, don’t worry! You can sit with me and my friends until he comes around. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good.”

Sasha helped Kuchel get some food, some bread and some soup, and placed a soft hand on the back of her skull as they navigated through the busy hall. She couldn’t articulate why, but Kuchel felt safe with Sasha. Like she was some sort of guardian angel.

Kuchel sits down at the table with a bunch of strangers. Although she should be scared about talking to strangers, she wasn’t. In fact, she was invigorated with their presence. She learned their names and tried her best to remember which was who: Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Armin, Connie. Even though Sasha doesn’t tell everybody that she’s the captain’s daughter, they still accept and welcome Kuchel all the same. Hell, they even try to watch their language around her.

A half hour went by and Kuchel was laughing and joking with the entire crew. Sasha even gave Kuchel a noogie once. She talked about her desire of becoming a scout and Eren, of course, encouraged her to join them and help them wipe out the titans. Everyone else was more quiet. Nonetheless, she was more adamant on her dream than ever after today.

A familiar voice bellows from behind Kuchel, “So, this is where you’ve run off to.”

Kuchel froze in her tracks and slowly turned around to face her father.

“Hey, Dad.”

“I thought I told you earlier today to not run off on me. You completely disobeyed my orders.”

“I was hungry and Sasha helped me,” Kuchel explained with a shaky voice and Sasha immediately cowered down as everyone else stayed quiet. They began putting two and two together. “These people have been nice to me. I couldn’t find you in your office.”

Levi shook his head, knowing that out of all the people that Kuchel could’ve ended up having dinner with, these ones were by far the best.

“Come on, it’s late. We should go home.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, Kuchel, you’re not.”

She got up out of her seat and stood next to Levi, looking at the group.

“Thank you all for watching over my daughter. I hope she was on her best behavior.”

“She was,” Sasha peeped up. “And I think she’s going to make a great soldier someday.”

Levi glared at Sasha with anger but she turned around before she could witness it. Kuchel nearly cried with those words. Levi and Kuchel exit the mess hall without another word, drawing many stares towards their direction as they do so.

* * *

The journey home is also quiet. Although Levi insisted that he isn’t mad, Kuchel felt like he was. As such, she doesn’t dare to open her mouth.

Once they were home, you welcomed them both with open arms and kisses. Your daughter was strangely quiet, though. It was unlike her. You asked if she was okay and she responded with a quiet yes and went up to her room.

“What happened?”

Levi goes to the whiskey stand and pours himself a drink, filling the crystal glass of a dark liquid only about a quarter full.

“She’s serious about joining the Survey Corps,” he explained and took a drink. “She drew me a picture today of it. Not only that, but she ended up with Eren’s group in the mess hall. Those brats, planting fictitious ideas and false pretenses in our child’s brain…”

By the end of his sentence, he was speaking more to himself than to you.

“Wait, she got away from you? Levi, how’d that happen?”

“Commander Erwin had pulled me into his office for an urgent meeting and it took longer than I anticipated. She was sleeping on the couch when I left her.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away from the conversation before heading up to Kuchel’s room. Levi called for you but you ignored him. You knocked on the door three times and a tiny voice spoke out from the other side of the door.

“Name and business.”

She really is like her father. You fought back a laugh.

“It’s mom. I want to talk to you. Can I please come in?”

“Yes.”

You opened the door and found a large lump curled up in bed underneath her covers. You walked towards it and sat down on the edge of her bed, reaching a hand out and rub soothing circles around her back.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Mom, I think today was the funnest day I’ve had in my entire life.”

“I wanna hear all about it. Come on, come out from under there.”

Kuchel did what she was told and her hair was in a disarray from the staticiness when she came out. A light laugh escaped your mouth when you tried to tame it with your hands. You two talked for about an hour about her day and as the conversation progressed, a deep part of you became more and more concerned for her future and what it held.

She said excitedly, “Even Sasha said I would be a good soldier!”

“I know you would make an excellent soldier too, my love. But being a scout comes with more risk than not. Those people risk their lives every day to keep us safe. And oftentimes, they die. I want you to understand that.”

“I do.”

“As much as this scares the living daylights out of me and your dad, if this is something you really want to do, then I will support you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You’re brave, just like your father. He is always the one charging into situations with a passion, strategy, and a level head. It’s part of the reason why I love him. I chose the safer path, I decided to be a reporter. That’s how we met many years ago.”

“Huh.”

“I don’t want you making a decision right now about your future when you’re so young. You have a few years yet before you’re able to start training. You have some time to think about it and what it has in store for you. But it’s getting late and you need to get some sleep. You have school tomorrow.”

“Awww, okay.”

You stood up and tucked Kuchel into bed, flicking off the lamp beside her bed and kissing her goodnight. You left the door open a crack and walked into the bedroom to find Levi hunched over the bed with his head in his hands in the moonlight. You called out his name and placed a hand on his back which caused him to up at you.

You saw something you never have seen in your relationship: Levi was crying.

You immediately sat down next to him, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this for her,” his voice was low but it still cracked. “If I had known what I know now when I joined the Scouts, I would’ve run in the opposite direction.”

“I understand, honey, but this is what she wants. You can’t stop her from pursuing her dream. She’s too much like you.”

He jerked away from you in disgust, “Do you want our daughter to die?”

“Of course I don’t! This scares the shit out of me too. Who knows, maybe she will change her mind in a few years. But until then, I think we should support her.”

“Tch.”

“I’m not saying we should only support this dream of hers, but show her other professions also. She could be a merchant, a teacher, a reporter… There are so many options. She is 10, Levi. She hasn’t experienced practically anything yet. When I was her age, I wanted to be a florist. But here I am.”

Levi’s spine straightened out and you wiped a tear away from his cheek. He leaned into your touch. You had gotten through to him.

“The next day we can, I’m going to take her to work with me. I mean, that would only be fair, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on,” you planted a kiss on his cheek. “This isn’t the end of the world. We have time to figure this out.”

Levi didn’t say anything, but rather took you in his arms and held you tight. He didn’t need to say anything at all, his warm gesture saying everything that he couldn’t find the words for. He pulled away and stood up and looked down at you.

“I’m going in to kiss her goodnight.”

“Good. She’s waiting for you.”

Levi’s hand extended and placed itself on your jaw and caressed it lovingly. He bends down and pressed his lips on yours briefly before he exited the room.

Although he showed it in strange ways, you couldn’t picture Levi as a better dad.

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graciegoeskrazy · 6 months

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my whole life waiting for you

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, Matty being the best dad, veeeerrrry short

a/n: good idea bad writing??? i’m such a dialogue girlie that it’s hard to write when there’s no dialogue like this because the entire fic takes place during a song😚 i love the idea but i think it might have ended up bad oh well. more dad healy coming! thanks for all the asks and support you’ve sent my way!

It had been a long few months of traveling and school and going back and forth from home and wherever your dad was. The first leg of the tour had started almost a month ago, and you were so excited that you were finally going to be able to see it in person. You were very adamant on getting right next to the barricade to cheer your dad and family on as close as possible. You’ll admit, you cried even before the first notes were played.Only a few songs in, your dad made an announcement. “This next one I wrote about my favorite person in the entire world. Miss y/n Healy.” The crowd went absolutely wild. You bent your head in embarrassment, not expecting him to call you out like that. “It’s a very special night tonight because she’s here in the crowd seeing the show for the very first time.” Then, a camera operator pointed the camera towards you and projected your face on the large arena tvs. “This one’s for you, darling.” He said.

You were in tears yet again. You’ve heard this song dozens of times but you never realized it was about you until this moment. You truly listened to the lyrics all the while never taking your eyes off your dad.

During the bridge he tried to get the attention of one of the security guards, telling him to get you out and on the stage. Your dad put his guitar down and grabbed the mic to continue singing. The security guard helped lift you up onto the steps in front of the stage where your dad was. You both just sat there. He noticed you were fully sobbing and pulled you into a tight embrace. He laughed when you tucked your head into his shoulder to hide your embarrassment. He smooched and played with your hair while continuing to hug and sing to you.

By the end of the song you were a complete wreck. “Okay, you gotta get up now, love.” He said laughing. In turn also making the audience laugh. You just shook your head no, causing more laughter. He gave you another reassuring kiss to your temple and let you go back to your spot in the audience.

It was a moment of laughter and love that you would for sure never forget.

#matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #matty the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975

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memory345 · 2 years

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No, no... Cause I feel we were robbed by Bioware, because imagine the heartbreak after Tresspaser.

Like, imagine the inquisitor coming back through the eluvians, absolutely fucked up after what happened.

Imagine everyone waiting anxiously for you on the other side only to see the inquisitor stumble out, missing an arm and in tears, Solas nowhere near.

Imagine Cassandra's fury as she's told the story of what happened. "I knew he was trouble the moment I saw him. I should have listened to my instincts."

Imagine Sera being like "Andraste's tits. Knew he had a stick up his ass but I didn't think he'd wanna blow up fucking world."

Vivienne beating herself up over not having done anything on her suspicion of Solas. "He was always so secretive. Always danced around the answer of what were very straightforward questions. My instincts are always right about these kinds of things."

Varric pacing back and forth, running every conversation they'd had with him in his head. "I knew he was hiding something. I just... didn't think it'd be that."

Iron Bull saying "He was a nice enough guy, and always seemed too engulfed in the Fade to plan to destroy our world. Who would've thought?"

Imagine Cole standing in silence as he pondered the revelation. "He was kind, beneath it all. I always felt that. But... he was always tinged with despair and loneliness. I thought it would go away when we defeated Corypheus but..."

Dorian saying "Can we not go two years without having some would-be-god pop up? They're just a coin-a-dozen. Nobody can ever be original ."

Blackwall being like "Well shit. How on earth do we fight a god?"

Cullen pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing the back of his neck for lack of knowing what to do.

Leliana being frustrated with the fact that Solas now knew exactly how they operated and knew the inquisitor's weakness.

Josephine trying to mentally gather herself up to try and explain all this to dignitaries but also trying to explain that the new threat they face was one of them.

But most importantly, imagine the inner circle trying to comfort the inquisitor. Ushering words of comfort, giving hugs, cursing Solas to the fade and back... but also trying to grieve in their own way.

#sera dragon age #solas dragon age #cole dragon age #cassandra pentaghast #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #iron bull #dorian pavus #leliana dragon age #josephine montilyet #dragon age cullen #commander cullen #vivienne dragon age #blackwall dragon age #varric tethras #dragon age meme

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samoankpoper21 · 8 months

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Jealous Levi

A/N A courtesy clerk is basically an entry level position in a grocery store. There will be some terminology that may seem confusing but I will try to explain it within the scenario. It will also be going back and forth between yours and his POV^^ Thanks!

Word count: 2280

You were the light to his world. Literally. Your light shone around all those who came into contact with you; you were known as the happy virus. All the associates in the store could be having a shitty day and once they heard your loud booming voice throughout the small room, encompassing it, it almost felt as if there was a sigh of relief; the atmosphere and mood visibly lifting.

*Flashback*

"Hey Levi," the cashier with a buzz cut named Connie approached. "Erwin wants to see you in the office."

"Tsk." He was just about to begin his shift and wanted the last few seconds of peace before dealing with customers. He clocked in, made his way towards the back of the store through the double doors where the produce department was, and gave two short knocks. "Come in." Levi opened the door and Erwin, the annoyingly tall, blonde store manager beamed. "Levi! Just the person I was looking for."

"What do you want?"

"Glad to see that enthusiasm of yours never curbing."

"Just spit it out. I'm already clocked in."

"We have a new hire starting tomorrow."

"That's above my pay rate."

"I need you to train her."

"What's wrong with Hange? Connie? or even Jean?"

"Because Hange is Hange, Connie is a cashier, and Jean works in the produce department."

"What about Eren? He and Mikasa can train her. They're both courtesy clerks anyway." Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and answered with, "Levi, you know how it is with those two: they're a two for one deal. I can't have 3 courtesy clerks off the floor just because one of them is in training. You're the best trainer that I have and I'm not only saying that because you're my best friend I genuinely mean it. All the courtesy clerks that you've trained have become the core reason why this store runs smoothly."

"Armin?"

"You know I have to keep him up in the front as the customer service representative. Come on Levi. Are you done with the theatrics now?"

"Tsk." Levi crossed his arms and sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't think our friendship has any weight on my decision." Erwin raised his arms in the air chuckling. "Alright, alright I won't. Thank you."

"Whatever."

The next day as Levi was restocking the shelves he heard Erwin's booming voice. "Ah! Here he is. Y/N this is your trainer Levi Ackerman. Levi, this Y/N. She will be shadowing you for about 3 weeks and then she should be good to fly solo. Is that reasonable Y/N?"

"Yes! I will try to pick up everything quickly sir! Just think of me as a sponge!" Levi could feel the urge to roll his eyes at your enthusiasm, the hairs on his neck and arms prickling at how optimistic you were. "That's good to hear. I'll leave you two to it." As Erwin was in passing he whispered to him, "Be good to her Levi."

Your POV

You both watched as Erwin walked out of sight. You turned to the short man who was no taller than you and extended your arm. "Hi! I'm Y/N! Nice to meet you!" Levi stared at your hand as if it was a foreign object to him. Just shake my hand you idiot. My arm is getting tired from holding this position. "Sorry I don't shake hands." his raspy, low voice caught you off guard but you quickly rebounded. "Oh ha ha." you awkwardly put your arm back down to your side. "Let's go." he ordered. The day went by in a blur as Levi explained how the store operated, your responsibilities. As a courtesy clerk you were basically serving the customers and cashiers: go backs were the items the customers no longer wanted and the cashiers left in the next check stand for you to put back in their designated area; collecting carts and baskets, performing sweeps every hour, and changing out the trashes. Levi strongly advised that you memorize where most of the items are stocked due to customers constantly asking whether you have x product and if so what aisle it would be in.

Your mom heard your key turn in the lock and peered around the corner from the kitchen. "Hey honey! How was your first day of work?"

"Uhhhh I don't even want to talk about it." Your mom turned the burner low and approached the dining table where you flopped yourself down. "What happened? That rough huh?" You pouted and began to vent to your mom about your day: how the customers showed no mercy when it came to the fact that you were new - they just wanted to know where the damn paprika was and go! "And to top it off I think my trainer doesn't like me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well for starters when I tried to shake his hand he looked at me like i was some cockroach and was like 'I don't shake hands'; and then when I tried to ask him for help he keeps looking annoyed and for some odd reason it made me sad. I don't want to be a burden you know?"

"Honey of course the first day's gonna be rough. Everyone is slowly transitioning into this new phase where they have to deal with this new person yet at the same time maintain the same level that they put in day in and day out. Cut yourself some slack but don't be a punk either. As for this Levi kid just do what you usually do: be yourself. Keep saying hi to him even if it seems like he's annoyed. Eventually he just might say hi back and he's probably going through something that you don't know about."

"Thanks mom. I needed to hear that."

"No problem. Now go wash your ass. I can smell your hard work reeking from here."

The next day you went in determined, not only to memorize as much of the store as you could, but to also try and make a dent in that man of steel. "Hi Levi!" you greeted. "Tch. Grab those go backs."

"Yes sir!" You followed Levi and began to do your job.

By the first month you had already memorized a majority of the store and have built a rapport with the cashiers Connie, Historia, Ymir; the produce department lead Jean who sometimes served as cashier when it got too busy, Marco, and Floch; the meat department consisting of Reiner, Bertholdt, and a quiet blonde who showed no interest through her facial expressions named Annie, and the floral department lead named Sasha. Mikasa and Eren, though kept to themselves, were polite to you as well. Armin, the customer service rep was no exception, his warmth extended and enveloped you since you met him. Forgetting your determination to break through to Levi you hadn't realized that you were slowly melting away his cold exterior. He began to exchange pleasantries and, much like everyone else in the store, found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Levi's POV

He doesn't know when it started but he found himself watching how you weaved in and out the aisles, smiling and leading a customer whenever they were looking for an item, casually talking with the guys as you were doing your sweeps, his gaze lingering longer than usual. He also took notice of how Jean showed particular interest in you: resting his hand on your forearm, leaning down to your level to "get something out of your hair", slinging his arm around your shoulder in the break room, etc. Levi could feel his jaw tightening whenever he saw Jean touch you. He also wanted to be near you and found himself wanting to help you whenever he thought you needed it. "It's alright Levi I got it thank you." you say to him every time.

He was helping a customer load her groceries into her car when he happened to see you switching out the trash. He saw you struggle with one of the trash bins. Your face scrunched up as you hoisted one leg on the bin, both hands struggling to pull the bag out. Before walking towards you he chuckled at your cute expression.

Your POV

Without realization Levi's firm hand encompassed yours and pulled the trash bag out the bin with ease. "Oh Levi," it took a minute for you to recover and process that Levi actually touched you. "It's ok I got it."

"Pft. You were practically struggling with it."

"But it's heavy."

"What's your point?"

"I-"

"Just let me help you Y/N."

With your guys' schedules coordinating it soon became a habit for Levi to walk you to your car. You loved these small instances of peace; within these instances you found out that Levi was an orphan when his mother passed away, that his crazy uncle took him in before losing him to the state where he filed for emancipation at 14, Erwin was one of his closest friends, and that he really, really loves black tea. He too found out small tidbits about you: how you were being raised by a single mother, you have 3 half siblings that are younger than you, how you absolutely adored Sasha, and that you didn't think much whenever Jean or any of the guys "flirted" with you.

Levi's feelings for you were growing and threatening to spill over. Erwin advised him to take his chance and confess because he has a notion that you too reciprocated the feelings. Levi had his mind set to tell you tonight when you both were off, not realizing you too were fighting the same battle. You had also settled on tonight to tell Levi that he was the first and last thing on your mind, that you wanted to know him on a more intimate level, that now he was the reason you loved coming to work. 5PM couldn't come fast enough. As soon as it hit 5PM, Levi rushed to the kiosk, swiped his card, and rushed into the break room expecting you to be at your locker gathering your things. When he didn't see you there he knew that you were making your rounds saying goodbye to everyone.

Your POV

You went to make your rounds of goodbyes looking for your best friend Sasha. She and you were so similar it was uncanny. Connie told you she was in the back making a bouquet for a customer. As you entered the double doors from the produce leading to the back, you felt a hand engulf your wrist. "Jean! What are you doing? Are you ok?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I was just about to head out after saying bye to Sasha. Can you give me like 5 seconds?"

"No, it has to be now."

"Oh um-"

"Y/N I like you."

"Oh I-" before you could answer, you noticed a figure swiftly rush away from the double doors. Levi. "I'm sorry Jean but I like Levi."

You rushed out the door calling out to Levi. Can he not hear me? I'm pretty damn loud. Is he ignoring me?!

Levi's POV

He felt a familiar hand clasp his shoulder. He looked to see you doubled over, panting. "Shit I need to do some cardio," you straightened up asking, "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Sorry but I have to go."

"Eh? You're not going to walk me to the car?" you pouted.

"Why don't you get your boyfriend Jean to do it since you like him." he spat out. He saw your lips trembling, your fists balled at your side. "I like you you idiot! I was going to confess to you today but Jean ruined it and now," your voice broke, you sighed and quickly looked away. "Never mind. Forget it. I'll see you tomorrow Levi. Have a good fucking night."

Your POV

You felt so embarrassed. Stupid even. You thought you read the signs clearly. Armin and Mikasa were practically encouraging you, confirming that Levi's gazes lingered longer when it came to you; that it was only you that he helped and showed his "soft" side to. You too were convinced that there was something there, maybe it was just an illusion. Before you reached your car you felt a hand gently, firmly grab your wrist. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just forget what happened and move on." His hand gently squeezed your wrist. "I don't want to forget and move on. Y/N I too was going to tell you that I like you as well but when I saw you and Jean, and the way he was holding you, I just assumed that you had feelings for him and got jealous. I'm sorry." You turned to him and brought your hand to gently rest on his face. "I don't like him Levi. I made that clear. I like you. I wanted to tell you but the moment got ruined. "

"So what now?" You leaned forward and gave Levi a quick peck. When you pulled back it took everything in you not to laugh at his expression: his eyes were big as saucers, a blush creeping across his face. "Good night Levi. I'll text you later." Before you could open your car door, Levi spun you back around and whispered in a low tone, "That's not a proper goodbye to your boyfriend." You gasped when he grabbed both sides of your face and passionately kissed you. When he pulled back he was beaming while you were blushing furiously. "Goodbye Y/N I'll text you tonight."

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scotianostra · 24 hours

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Happy Birthday John David Hannah born 23rd April 1962 in East Kilbride.

Hannah attended Heathery Knowe Primary School then Claremont High School in East Kilbride and on leaving school was an apprentice electrician for four years. He gave up his work as an electrician after being accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow.

After a few years cutting his teeth in TV shows likeThe Bill, Boon and of course Taggart, Hannah finally got his ‘big break’ when he was cast as Matthew in Four Weddings and a Funeral, since then he has made a name for himself on both stage and screen. His most notable roles have been as Quintus Lentulus Batiatus in the American television series Spartacus, Rutger Simon in Damages and Jack Roper in New Street Law, film roles include the two “Mummy” movies, Tam McGraw in The Wee Man and James Hammerton in Sliding Doors. John also helped Edinburgh Zoo celebrate its centenary in 2013 by narrating a BBB documentary on the tourist attraction's history, getting up-close-and-personal with the zoo's furry residents by launching a newly refurbished koala enclosure.

Hannah was in the Slovakian film The Auschwitz Report in 2021, based on a true story it is about two prisoners of the infamous Extermination camp who manage to escape with details about the camp's operation including a label from a canister of the pesticide Zyklon-B.

More up to date he was in an excellent episode ofrthe hit series, post apocalyptic series The Last of Us in 2023. he also appeared in the most recent series of Black Mirror set in Scotland. called Loch Henry about a young couple travel to a sleepy Scottish town to start work on a genteel nature documentary - but find themselves drawn to a juicy local story involving shocking events of the past.

Look out for David in his latest movie, Damaged, which he costarswith Hollywood A-ist actor Samuel L Jackson, this too is filmed in several Scottish locations across the Edinburgh area. We see the Royal Mile, Edinburgh Castle, Calton Hill, the Forth Road Bridge and several other local spots like Bathgate and Livinston in the trailer, Gianni Capldi is also in the film.

He has several other projects on the go, so is not short of work.

#scotland #scottish #history #actor #television #theatre #cinema

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macravishedbymactavish · 9 months

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Imagine Soap and Gaz find a duck and sneak it on to base. Both Ghost and Price are looking for both Sergeants only to eventually find them watching the duck running back and forth between them. 😂😂

Oh my God, please.

Soap would be both amused but stressed as hell about getting caught. Gaz would be in 7th heaven. Ghost would be in the background laughing his ass off and Price would just about have a MI due to yet another fucking shenanigan.

In fact, have a drabble about this vvvvvvv

Cpt. Squeaks (TF141 Drabble)

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"Shut the fuck up" Johnny hissed under his breath, listening to the amused laughter of his friend. While he was 50% of this operation, he also feared the reprimand of smuggling wild animals onto base.

"He's wiggling around. It tickles!" Kyle snorted, their newfound friend desperate to escape the confines of the jacket he was hidden in. They turned the corner, leaving them 3 doors away from their shared space.

Huffing as Kyle laughed again, core tightening as the duck wriggled against his shirt. Johnny unlocked the door; all but shoving the man inside.

"Here you go, mate. Freedom at last." The bird now placed on the floor, ruffling its feathers in an attempt to loosen up after what could be considered its kidnapping. Eyes wandering the new space curiously, tracking Johnny as he sighed. Making his way to the storage closet, hoping to find an old bin he could use to fashion their pet a hiding space.

His soft foot falls soon followed by loud slaps as the animal chased him up the hall. Wings spread as it moved to catch up.

"What the hell? Choosing favourites already?" Kyle held his arms out in mock offense. Moving to the fridge to see if they had any bird friendly snacks readily available.

"Cannae blame him." Was heard up the hallway, followed by a sound of surprise and the telltale slapping of webbed feet along the hardwood.

Bag of lettuce in hand, Kyle peered around the fridge door to see their unnamed friend looking up at him. "One treat away from being my best mate?"

Too caught up in arguing about who the duck (loving named Cpt. Squeaks) favored more; neither man heard the knock at their front door.

"What the hell are they doing in there?" John muttered, nose crinkled in disgust. A muffled slapping sound heard from behind the door.

Leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed lazily over his chest; Simon shrugged. "Thought we were more accepting in this day and age, Captain"

Receiving a pointed glare in response, he snorted. Pushing off the wall and swinging the door open. Silently relieved to see Kyle crouched in the far end of the kitchen, fully clothed.

Eyes wide, the sergeant stared up at his superior. Not acknowledging Cpt. Squeaks as he ran back. Playfully pecking at his knee, trying to get his attention.

"Kyle, why do you have a duck?" John sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he joined the rest of the men. "Tell me this isn't why the two of you were late for the briefing?"

"In my defense, sir. You did tell me to find myself a nice bird to bring home to my mum. " Kyle smirked, gesturing down to the duck at their feet.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 imagine #john soap mactavish imagine #captain john price imagine #simon ghost riley imagine #kyle gaz garrick imagine #macravishedbymactavishinbox

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steddieficrec · 9 months

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what are your top 10 favorite Steddie fics?!?!?

Oof. You have the hard questions.

(pleased to be) on the line with you by Kedreeva

(1/1 I 3,820 I Explicit)

Eddie pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at it as if it can tell him what the fuck is going on right now, why Steve Harrington is at the mechanic shop, sweet talking him like a stranger at 8:03 on a Friday morning.

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Or, the one where Eddie dials a wrong number and accidentally discovers Steve works as a phone sex operator.

don't do drunk (what you wouldn’t do sober) by starsdontsleep

(1/1 I 4,070 I Teen)

Getting drunk alone with Steve has always been a bit of a risk for Eddie. He sits closer, looks longer and flirts harder. He also makes a stupid mistake and wakes up in the morning to the harsh reality of what his drunken self had suggested to Steve.

Rebuild by rainbow_nerds

(1/1 I 7,864 I Explicit)

In 1976, when Steve Harrington was ten years old, he was cast as the lead character in Ruins of Relfonth. The film went on to become a classic of the intersection of sci-fi and fantasy genres, and Steve hated just about every second of it.

At twenty three, with no clue what he wanted from life, he decided to give acting one last shot – on a music video for a band he'd never even listened to.

get up and shake the glitter off your clothes by judasofsuburbia

(1/1 I 11,021 I Explicit)

He looks positively debauched in the mirror. There is glitter smeared all over his face. Hair standing at all angles and hickies littering his neck and chest. His hands instantly go to them, pressing into them to make sure he’s not making them up when he notices a ring on his left finger.

Eddie’s mood ring.

No fucking way.

or: the spicy six go to vegas. steve and eddie get married but they don't remember a thing. steve's convinced himself that eddie's feelings were all a drunken mistake. but were they?

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic

(5/5 I 34,987 I Explicit)

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Are You Flagging? by soidade

(17/17 I 40,991 I Explicit)

“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.

Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”

Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”

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A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance.

Not So Bad by outofmygourd

(9/9 I 43,409 I Mature)

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

sub-culture by palmviolet

(13/13 I 60,702 I Teen)

“Is he whining about Eddie being mean to him again?” Robin is leaning in the doorway, eating a leftover slice that’s probably cold by now. “You talk about him more than you talk about girls, Steve, it’s getting concerning. Anyone would think you had a crush.”

or, steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem.

flight risk by Ayes, itskleo

(16/16 I 81,326 I Explicit)

Eddie Munson is famous for giving his bodyguards the slip. Enter Steve Harrington. Has this bratty rock star finally met a babysitter that can keep up with him?

Suspended Bridges by foresthearts

(35/35 I 243,515 I Mature)

“Steve really needed to get his stupid thing he had with Munson under control. He struggled to find a word for it. It was like an anti-crush or something. The same awareness and panic that a crush brought, but not because he had feelings for the guy. Because of the opposite. Because any time he saw Munson, his heart kicked up in fear, his breathing got shallow, his whole body started to warm. Munson made him want to turn heel and run.”

In which Steve has the opposite of the suspended bridge effect.

(Featuring omega!Steve pretending to be an alpha and alpha!Eddie silently losing his mind.)

#stranger things #steddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #faves

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mollysunder · 8 months

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Jinx's Potential Pirate Problem

From what we know from this first season, the Lanes and Bilgewater seem to uneasily coexist as partners in the black market. Bilgewater Pirates try to catch any opportunity to hustle and shortend Zaunites out of their wares if they think they can get away with it. Instead of the threat to Silco coming from Noxus, the outside party agitating for Silco's overthrow, the simpler answer might be from Bilgewater.

In one of the first scenes at the last drop a pair of traders from Bilgewater are trying to cheat Huck, the glasses dude, out of their arranged deal. Vander manages to deescalate the situation with the threat of violence and offers them his pipe too (let's put a pin in that).

Then, during the arcade scene, the audience gets to see what an excellent sharpshooter Jinx is at a young age. Jinx makes all the shots not just once but several in a row alternating back and forth between targets in rapid succession. When I watched that scene, I thought how weird it is that those targets weren't painted to look like caricatures of obnoxiously wealthy Piltovans (the one civilian has isn't meant to be a target) or, at the very least, enforcers. Instead, they made a game out of shooting a class of people Vander and Zaun citizens seem to work with often. Vander had to approve of the game for it to be played by the kids, I'm sure. Vander doesn't want them to challenge Piltover's forces, but he does want to foster a healthy antagonism against Pirates.

This next one is a small thing but I found it odd that when Caitlyn made up a back story she gave her family a pirate origin. Do I think that means somehow it'll be revealed Caitlyn's family has a secret family origin where they used to Pirates. No, I think it's a cute set up for how Pirates are associated with people and objects Jinx has been taught to dislike.

Finally I want to include this concept art of Jinx that was included in the Bridging the Rift series. This outfit wasn't included in the first season. She's in a cloak decorated in waves and tentacles, imagery associated Bilgewater and its related religion. Except for the hood, it's not really Jinx's style, but she's got it on, and she got it from somewhere, so maybe this hints at Bilgewater's growing influence in the wake of Zaun's power vacuum.

Now that Silco is dead I can see Pirates from Bilgewater trying to take advantage of Zaun's supposed weakness by backing out of their previously established deals, and generally just muscling in on the Shimmer trade. I can see at least 1 or 2 chembarons accepting a Bilgewater faction taking Silco's place as long they're offered stability and a lucrative arrangement. I imagine the smarter chembarons are wary of crossing Sevika though, Bilgewater wouldn't offer independence just new masters to control Zaun.

What's something to keep in mind though is that if Finn was Bilgewater's point of contact that means the information they gathered on Silco's operation and especially on Jinx was filtered through his perspective. Sevika made it clear, Finn's an idiot who didn’t know what the hell he was talking about when he tried to disparage Silco and Jinx to her, and it got him killed.

What does it all mean? Well, it means that Bilgewater isn't operating on the right set of knowledge on how to handle Zaun, and worse, how to handle Jinx. They're going to make a big push in Zaun next season, Finn made Jinx sound more flighty and unstable than she actually is. The former is a worse mistake than the latter, so despite the 'mad dog' status Bilgewater will probably think she can either be subdued or put down easily. But just like when Vander handed those traders his pipe (a symbol of power in Zaun), they won't be able handle Zaun or Jinx, frankly the situation will be too overwhelming (there's the pin). Not only are we shown a young Jinx running bullets through pretend pirates but she readily outmaneuvers groups of enemy combatants. Zaun is an acquired taste honestly, there's a lot of moving parts constantly in flux that most people wouldn't be able to handle.

Why would Bilgewater even be on Jinx's case? Silco's dead, some assume that ends Jinx's involvement in Zaun's affairs and on to Piltover. But Jinx is technically a part of the 'old regime' and no symbols should remain of it for people to rally around, and Jinx definitely is the kind to have a cult of personality. They might want to take the heat off of Zaun as they try to gain control by getting rid of Jinx to placate Piltover. I'm not sure how successful that'd be since Piltover will be hellbent to remove all Shimmer infrastructure, the industry they want in on. Or maybe Jinx doesn't like the way Bilgewater's infiltrators are treating the last of what remains of Silco's memory, of what her and Silco cultivated together as a family. Jinx has no reason to play nice with these people and they're unprepared for what that means.

Tldr: I've been so wrapped up in the threat of Noxus, I ignored how entrenched Bilgewater Pirates are in Zaun that lays the ground for an infiltration arc in season 2. So often, whenever there's a scene that implies the presence of Bilgewater (the Pirate hub), it's overshadowed by the bigger personalities of the main cast and how they react to it.

#arcane #jinx arcane #bilgewater #arcane season 2 speculation #sevika arcane #chembarons #all this pirate talk reminds me of gilded jinx #piltover and zaun are going to have their own set of enemies for each border #jinx has her work cut out for her next season #arcane meta

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jmoonjones · 11 months

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OK, so this story really ballooned in my mind and it started to become clear that drawing it all out would be a pretty big undertaking, especially since much of it is exposition.

I made the pivot to writing most of it out because as a dyslexic person, it does me good to practice writing (I tried for the style of a history book? Maybe?). Prior warning on any typos, just roll with it.

In post-war Illyria, the land finds itself ensnared in a web of adversity. A dwindling population hampers agricultural endeavors, while power struggles over vacant leadership positions sow discontent among the people. Whispers circulate, advocating for Illyria's right to select its own leader from someone who lives within their own borders.

This chosen person would safeguard the interests of Illyria and its inhabitants from being used as a military power but ignored in times of peace. Progression is overdue, trade is being stunted, and the now-largely female population (due to the losses during the war) is eager for equality.

And thus enters Emerie, a Carynthian and a Valkyrie, as well as a small-business proprietor. Practical and resolute, Emerie begins to garner support from the predominantly female populace, with her Carynthian status creating male allies as well. She envisions a future of thriving trade, using her own experience running her shop, and dreams of Illyria never being lacking in spices and salt.

She envisions cultivating an economy based on tourism, enticing other courts to partake in Illyria's small shops and enterprises, and this will help build new businesses like hotels and guided tours.

As the movement gains traction, the final piece of the puzzle falls into place: Devlon. Possessing the wisdom of age and name recognition she lacks, Devlon bridges the divide between the disparate camp factions and gives her 'legitimacy' to the wary males by standing as Emerie's second-in-command.

Devlon wants independence for Illyria and is smart enough to see that getting on board with Emerie and her group would give the movement more traction and more likelihood of success.

(It helps that Nesta, ever vigilant, casts an ominous witchy glance at Devlon whenever he looks to be up to no good. He will eventually establish himself as a trusted confidant to Emerie and her government. )

In a collaborative effort with their loyal companions, Emerie and Devlon meticulously pen a declaration of independence so thorough and thoughtful that even Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, accedes to its terms. Acknowledging that the most advantageous course of action for Illyria is to empower it, Rhys pledges financial aid as seed capital while the newly independent nation gets on its feet. A special bond endures between Illyria and the Night Court, now operating as sovereign entities with far less strain than before.

Emerie becomes the Prime, with Devlon as her Second-in-Command. There's an initial forum with citizens to share their worries, followed by a celebratory party DJ-ed by Nesta's ipod-egg and featuring singing by Gwyn.

Rhysand employs this secession as a catalyst to deepen his involvement in the Hewn City, but this time with benevolent intentions. Bereft of the Illyrian army, he endeavors to gain control over the Darkbringers and seeks to enhance the quality of life therein, offering the possibility of migration to Velaris for those who desire it.

With Nesta and Cassian at the helm of two formidable armies—the Valkyries and the Illyrians, respectively—Illyria solidifies its status as a force to be reckoned with in Prythian. This commands immediate respect from the other courts, who are intrigued at this new country for them to trade and visit (but not dare to take on in battle).

Oh, and did I mention that our trailblazer Emerie secures a seat at the High Lord table being the first female and elected leader to sit there? Because she does.

Gwyn, bravely venturing forth from the confines of the library, champions the cause of non-High Fae rights. As a part-nymph, she has personally encountered bigotry, which resonates with the plight of other marginalized fae and Illyrians. (Remember all that 'lesser fae' bs from ACOTAR?)

Gwyn assumes the mantle of their advocate, bolstered by Nesta, who desires a future where her part-Illyrian child will never experience such animosity. Several priestesses get involved and their 'safe haven library' mission expands to other courts (becoming a quasi-embassy) run by a priestess-ambassador. Helion and Meallan are invaluable as transportation while they get set up.

In this shared mission, Nesta stands as Gwyn's steadfast second, while Gwyn reciprocates as Nesta's second within the Valkyrie army. Together, they dedicate their efforts to train any woman who aspires to be empowered and thrive.

Emerie bestows a position of authority upon one of her close friends in Windhaven; a fellow small-business owner, who becomes the Chief of Trade. She begins by establishing a robust import framework, laying the groundwork for future exports and imports. Initially targeting the Night Court as a trade partner, their aspirations eventually extend to encompass all of Prythian.

Azriel becomes both emissary for the Night Court and shared spymaster. This mutually beneficial alliance allows Illyria and the Night Court to share confidential intelligence. By being more involved in Illyria, Azriel begins to reconcile his own long-held prejudices to his people and heritage. He splits his time evenly between the two courts (when he's not spying).

Nesta and Cassian live in Illyria full-time, training their armies and raising their family. Nesta also dedicates time to creating a night life by helping establish several clubs/bars with dancing and music for all to enjoy. Eventually talented Illyrians will form schools dedicated to the arts. Speaking of school...

Devlon's cause is education. Too proud to ever admit he's wrong, he realizes he needs to be right more often than not to make that work. He sets up schools in each camp, many of which also serve as boarding schools for the orphans. He claims it because it's because he doesn't want to deal with wild children running about, but he becomes very invested in education and it gets really dusty in here whenever a child hugs his leg.

This emancipation advances Illyria and the relationship with the Night Court is forever made more solid now that there's mutual respect and admiration between the two.

Are you still reading? Oh my goodness, thank you. As you can see, this idea would have been tricky to draw out since most of it is exposition.

#yes it's a hilariously non-violent and calm transition of power. This is cute escapism! If you want violence and strife #please watch the news and then donate/vote/act upon your outrage #for real #meanwhile #devlon becomes an emerie simp #this is what happens when I'm sat in a waiting room for hours and let my brain run rampant #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar head canon #wing clipping is obviously outlawed PROPERLY #emerie of illyria #valkyries #nesta archeron #nessian #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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Blast him!

A/N: Seonghwa is a sith (aka pretty darn evil) there is usage of force grip (choking) and force lightning (shocking) in this fic, and including !!! force fear (inducing fear or increasing the fear already there), force mind control (self explanatory), (all the red flags of a bad bad mans) anyways, happy may the forth be with you 🥰

☆Pairing: Sith! Park Seonghwa x Storm Trooper! Reader (f)

☆Genre: Smut

☆Au: sci-fi au, Star Wars au, s2l, slight e2l vibes?

☆Warnings: oral (m) receiving, degradation kink, i'm labelling this cnc just to be safe i don't want anyone triggered, power kink, fear kink, strength kink, choking kink, cum swallowing, m orgasm

Word count: 2,470

☆Warnings: 18+ MDNI

☆Dedication: @flurrys-creativity finally paying you back for Mummy!Hwa, @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland if only i didn't have you two to enable me, where would I be 😆

☆Synopsis: in which you're a storm trooper that can't hit a cow's arse with a banjo and Seonghwa is a short-tempered Sith whose Jedi nemesis just got away

“Prepare to die, Jedi scum,” Seonghwa spat, enabling his saber. The long line of red grew behind him from his stance with the saber held at his back, illuminating one side of his face.

“Seonghwa, you don’t have to do this!” Hongjoong protested. But he also enabled his lightsaber, the green light coming from his two handed stance in front of him.

Seonghwa grinned maniacally, “No, I don’t. But I’ll enjoy it.”

The two fought, whirling and jumping, the sharp sizzle of the lightsabers punctuating the night whenever they met. It seemed like Seonghwa had the upper hand until Hongjoong stopped Seonghwa’s downward swing with the Force.

“You won’t be killing your best friend today, Park Seonghwa,” Hongjoong vowed.

With a huge push, Seonghwa was bodily pushed backwards, far enough that even as he completed his swing, there was no Hongjoong within range to strike down. Hongjoong jumped, using the Force to go higher than his body could actually propel him. He began to get away using the architecture.

You, a Stormtrooper out on your rounds, were surprised when Hongjoong climbed up to the bridge that was high in the air. The jedi winked at you while you were caught in surprise and continued to run away.

Seonghwa was only a few milliclicks behind him. “Shoot him!” he bellowed.

You raised your blaster, but your training had been shoddy at best, and you missed all your shots. You sighed heavily. You had never been good at shooting practice. “Sorry, sir, looks like he--” Your speech was cut off as your feet left the ground.

Seonghwa, using the Force, was holding you aloft and was essentially choking you. “You let him get away!” He snarled.

You grasped at your throat with your hands. Your helmet had been lost when the Force slammed you against the wall. Your mouth opened and closed but you couldn't manage to bring in any bit of air into your lungs. Your legs flailed, and luckily for your clumsy antics, you managed to kick Seonghwa in the stomach when he came closer. You were released, collapsing to the floor. You gulped in the precious air that had been denied to you.

“Useless Stormtrooper,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath, eyes still flashing with rage. “What’s your operating number?”

“TZ-711,” You replied instantly, voice hoarse from being choked.

Seonghwa stood up, after being hunched over from the blow to his stomach. When his eyes met yours, slightly calmer, they widened upon seeing you. “A Woman?”

You rolled your eyes. “The voices are programmed to all sound the same. Or is that information below you, as a Sith?” The realization caught up with you that you had just bad-mouthed a man who could kill you by simply tossing you off the bridge you had been patrolling.

“I’ll be reporting you to your captain,” Seonghwa vowed.

You stood up shakily. “Yes, Sir.”

When you didn’t move, Seonghwa raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Now, Trooper.”

You grabbed your helmet and blaster off the ground and followed the Sith, albeit reluctantly. You were most likely going to experience shortened rations and the weekend pass to the local cantina revoked. There went your career most likely as well. If the Sith had anything to do with it, they might even--after a few wrong turns, you came out of your internal thoughts. This wasn’t the way to your captain's office.

"Sir," You squeaked.

"What?" He snarled, not even bothering to stop walking or turn his head to address you.

"This isn't the way."

"Of course it is!" Seonghwa insisted. "There's a turn up here!"

The two of you turned right down the corridor and were met with a dead end and a Mouse Droid. It bumped against Seonghwa’s foot, beeping at him. You didn't dare say a thing to the Sith as his anger began to radiate off of him once again.

"Don't you say a damn thing," Seonghwa said through gritted teeth.

You smiled awkwardly. "Sir? The Droid is excellent with directions."

"I don't need--!" Seonghwa cut off his shouting. "Just take me to my rooms!"

"But I thought--"

"Is it your job to think or to follow orders?" Seonghwa snarled.

You snapped to attention, turned around and began to backtrack. The only reason you knew where the Sith's rooms were was because Seonghwa was a bit of a legend amongst the Stormtroopers. You had heard your own battalion go on and on about him, whether in fear of his famous temper or in awe of his dashing good looks. You found the elevator that went to his rooms and waved your hand.

"There you go, Sir. I'll report myself to my captain's office immediately." You saluted and then moved to put your helmet back on.

Your helmet zoomed out of your grasp and straight into Seonghwa’s outstretched hand. "I don't think so."

Okay, this Sith was confusing the fuck out of you. "...Sir?"

"Follow me," Seonghwa commanded.

You didn't dare protest in fear of being choked again, so you entered the elevator with him. The ride was silent and uncomfortable. Perhaps the Sith wanted to communicate with your captain through comms in his room and he didn't want you to try to squeeze your way out of being reprimanded. Seonghwa did seem quite angry that the Jedi had gotten away.

“Sir, please don’t get me demoted. I will practice more with my aim, whatever it takes!” You pleaded as you left the elevator.

The Sith had a stark room, completely black and lacking any personal effects. You tugged at your ear nervously. “Sir?”

Seonghwa’s back was to you, arms clasped behind him. “You know, as you train to be a Jedi, they teach you not to form any attachments. They teach you feelings make you weak. I have spent most of my time as a Sith catching up on that.”

This was a sudden turn of conversation. Why did he sound so quiet and… suddenly more dangerous?

“Remove your armor, Trooper.”

You froze in fear but somehow found the will to speak. “I know you could crush me in it.”

The Sith smirked. “So you do have a brain in there.”

“Then why…?” You let the question hang in the air.

“You’ve been like a splinter under my thumbnail the minute you’ve appeared in front of me. I think it’s only fitting that I take my anger out on you. So instead of reporting to your captain, I’ll dole out your punishment.”

Suddenly, whatever you were thinking was the result of being punished by your captain seemed like a gentle dream to what the future might hold for you. Your mouth was dry immediately and you began to shake. You fell to your knees and bowed your head.

“Sir, I humbly beg for my life. I am but a lowly Stormtrooper, below your notice, but still, I ask that you spare me.”

It was completely silent until you saw Seonghwa’s feet appear in front of you. “Remove. Your. Armor,” He repeated, somewhat softer this time; in tone, certainly not in firmness.

“Sir,” You confirmed dejectedly.

You stood up and slowly began to remove the white armor. Once you stood in only your black suit, Seonghwa began to slowly walk around you. “That’s an improvement.”

…to??? You kept your ears and eyes open for when he activated his lightsaber but until then, he continued to circle you like you were an animal on display for him.

“He was one shot away, all you had to do was shoot him once to make him stumble and I would have had him,” Seonghwa growled.

“But Sir…” You swallowed nervously, “You’re the Sith. You have all the power at your disposal to stop the Jedi.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Hongjoong is stronger than me in the Force. I have bettered him time and time again in combat but when it comes to the Force…” Seonghwa sneered, pure hatred painted over his handsome features. “Besides, we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.”

“Yes, Sir,” You said miserably.

You smelt sulfur and then felt a sharp sting on your bottom. “I don’t like the tone of your voice, Trooper.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” You squeaked.

You watched as a tiny bolt of lightning was created on his fingertips and then he sent the bolt to you, stinging you on your thigh this time. “Useless, you Stormtroopers are. I don’t know why the empire keeps you around.”

Because we’re cannon fodder, you thought but you didn’t dare interrupt Seonghwa again.

Seonghwa continued to demean you and sting you. Between the words and the pain, you felt your lower half throb. Seonghwa was right. You were useless. How could you be turned on at a time like this? You took your punishment with your head held low.

The usage of the Force, creating lightning to hurt you, was enough to create scorch marks all over your suit. Holes revealed your skin, which managed to remain unmarred.

Seonghwa looked pleased at his handiwork. “Pointless to keep that on any longer,” He ordered.

And just as you were about to discard the clothing, you heard a distinct rip. You watched as Seonghwa clenched his fist and with a jerk of his hand, your suit was off. You were left only in your underclothing, a simple band around your breasts to keep them flat in your suit and underwear.

“Sir,” You whimpered. Tears were stinging your eyes. You knew it was pointless to cry but you couldn't reign in your emotions any longer.

Seonghwa raised your head with a push of his fingers under your chin. “Do you think this punishment is enough? You let a prisoner get away, one of great importance. If Hongjoong hadn't gotten away, we would be lightyears ahead already. With his knowledge, and perhaps the chance to turn him to the dark side, we would be invincible. Do you think a few paltry words and pain is enough to wash away the wrong you’ve done today?”

You shook your head. “No, Sir.”

“I think you owe me, then.” His eyes became hooded at your half naked form.

“I’ve given my life to the Empire,” You said forlornly, “Your will is my life.”

Seonghwa cocked his head, “My will?” You nodded.

Seonghwa began to walk around you again. “And what if I told you that there were other actions forbidden as a Jedi but I would partake in now that I am a Sith.” His breath hit the back of your neck and it made you shiver.

If you told him that you wanted it…? If you told him that if he took you right here and right now, that you would rub one off to the scene for the rest of your life, would he take it away from you? Would he consider it a reward and not a punishment? You decided, in that moment, that you would do whatever it took to make it happen.

You raised your eyes, dared to anyway, widening them in worry. “I am not worthy. I am but a useless Stormtrooper. You shouldn’t--”

Seonghwa raised his hand and your breath was cut off. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”

You nodded quickly and he released you. Your heart was beating out of your chest in fear and anticipation. You watched him as he pushed off his Sith outer robes. Leaving him in a sleeveless inner robe and tight pants. He removed the inner robe and it dropped to the floor. The pants were all that was left.

“Kneel,” Seonghwa commanded.

You did so without question, feet tucked under your butt, hands remaining on the tops of your thighs.

“Open your mouth.”

You dropped your jaw. Seonghwa pushed his pants down, revealing his cock at half-mast. He rubbed himself for a moment, making himself harder and longer, before pushing his head against your lips and into your wet mouth. He fucked your mouth with a calm pace, pushing your cheek obscenely with his cockhead. He began to bite down on his lips when you raised your gaze to meet yours.

“You’re much prettier with your mouth full of me instead of questioning me every time you open your mouth,” Seonghwa admitted.

You swallowed at his backhanded compliment, making your tongue move underneath his cock thrusting into your mouth. He moaned wantonly and then became a bit more rough. His cock began to fuck your throat. You worked on timing your breathing with his thrusts but soon it became a game with Seonghwa to make you choke and to cut off your air when you least expected it. You’d claw at his hips, prominent and sharp against his skin, looking for release. But the only release found was Seonghwa’s own. Soon, he spent his seed down your throat, making you swallow a million and one times over to take everything he gave you. He didn’t make a sound, he simply wrinkled his nose as his orgasm took him.

When he released your head, you braced yourself against the ground. It was much akin to when he had used Force Grip to choke you in his anger. Air refilled your lungs and you thanked your lucky stars Seonghwa had come, just so that you could breathe again.

“Aren’t you better than that?” Seonghwa provoked you. “Is that all that you can take?”

You shook your head and pushed yourself off the floor, once again. “No. I’m a Stormtrooper. I’ve been through worse.”

Abducted as a child, set through a military regiment, a grim life painted for the good of the Empire. Surely you could take more than Seonghwa using your throat to fuck?

Seonghwa smirked crookedly. “Is that so?”

Your core ached, after being so thoroughly used. All you wanted was to be taken up against the wall and fucked into the last inch of your life. But that was not your future, for a Sith simply takes what he wants and doesn’t think past that.

“That’ll do,” Seonghwa dismissed you.

You stood there in shock for a moment before he sent a jolt of electricity to zap you, with a little bit more zing than previously. “You’ve been dismissed.”

With the finality in his voice, you gathered the tatters of your suit and donned your armor and helmet, throwing your blaster over your shoulder on its sling. Did you really think you could out-sly a Sith, pretending to not want something you wanted to desperately? Of course Seonghwa could sift through your thoughts easily and see this was all you wanted. So he dismissed you, knowing that the ache for him would only grow. Then, when you would be ripe for the picking, he’d summon you to his room again. That is, if you lived long enough. As a Stormtrooper, you really were that expendable.

tagging: @anyamaris @kpop-stories-21 @stardragongalaxy my fellow star wars lovers

#ateez smut #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #atz smut #star wars au #sith!hwa #ღatz #topaz's work

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 8 months

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“Last Stand”

COD Zombie Fanfic -feat: König, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Price.

TW-mentions death of main characters.

“Fuck where are they?!”

*static on the radio*

“Bravo Team where the fuck are you!?”

“We’re coming hold the bridge!” *static*

“Fucking Hell, incoming!”

“Fuck they better hurry up they are coming in hordes!”

Meanwhile

König and the TF 141 guys fought their way to the bridge losing a few people on the way. Hiding in a abandoned apartment building making their way up stairs. Looking out the window the streets were crowded with the undead. Stumbling back and forth bumping each other. The waited for a sound or movement.

“Fuck Captain, we’re not gonna make it through that”

Gaz peeked through the window. Looking at the streets he sighed heavily. Holding his rifle he counted his bullets and the clips on his chest.

“We’re not gonna make it”

König looked out the window readjusting his hood he sighed heavily. Holding his rifle that only had two clips left and his side arms. He pocketed one bullet for himself. Ghost glanced over to Soap who sniffled and rubbed his face harshly. Ghost saved four bullets in his chest pocket. If the time came he would finish them off and himself.

John stood up and pulled the clips from his chest handing to each of his men along with his favorite side arm to Gaz. Giving him his famous smile.

“It’s been an honor serving along side with you gentlemen.”

Smiling to all of them he shook their hands. But Gaz gave him a hug. Holding him tightly he didn’t want to let go.

“Ghost find Barbosa”

“Aye Sir”

“Captain”

Tipping his hat to his team he walked out of the room downstairs. Before walking outside he lit his cigar taking a big puff in he exhaled walking out to the street. Whistling and clapping his hands.

“Over here you Muppets”

He started to run throwing his flash bangs behind him and his grenades at the cars behind him. Getting the undead attention. He pressed his radio.

“Don’t fail me now boys. This is your cue! Go Now!”

“Find Barbosa!”

“That’s your contact, they’ll get you out of the city.”

“Bravo 06 signing off”

Ghost, Soap and Gaz, König filed their way out of the building weapons drawn and ready they crossed the street.

Gaz looked back to his Captain and waved to him before the crowd overwhelmed him and he was tore to pieces.

“Ghost Incoming Left Flank Move!”

“Soap! Gaz! Set the charges now!”

Ripping out his bag he pulled out c-4 charges out. Setting them up along the buses and cars that littered the street.

König fired his rifle till his last bullet pulling out his side arms loading them. Doing only headshots he looked in the distance.

“Scheiße, es gibt eine Menge”

Hordes of the undead trampled one another headed their way.

Ghost covered the men as they set up the charges. Running to take cover they had set them off. All around them was silent and ringing.

“On your feet soldier we are leaving!”

Ghost hollered out to Soap and Gaz. Pulling them to their feet’s they ran towards the bridge.

Watching the city burn as it rain hell fire from the sky. The Air Force were given the green light to bomb the city. We couldn’t hold the lines up front and we couldn’t save anyone. We had lost our Captain and many other soldiers on our way here. Now we’re fighting the clock to make it to the bridge before the operators detonate it. She waited and waited but no radio contact. John and his men must’ve not made it pass the school and the evac center that was set up hours prior.

She signaled to her men to shut down the bridge and raise it and get ready to detonate it.

“Fuck we’re closing up shop now!”

“Pull the bridge up now!”

Watching the city burn as it rained hell fire I could feel the hot humid air on my face. The smell of burning flesh forever burned into my mind.

This place I once called home is now burning to the ground. All due to a sickness that came from base.

Looking to the horizon this place will no longer exist in 4 hours.

I relieved everyone watching them all leave to the ship.

Just as she’s gonna take her leave she hears men yelling in the distance.

“Wait!”

“Bloody Hell Wait!”

“Fuck!”

“I’m coming!”

The sounds of bombs exploding, shake the bridge. Causing the lines of power that connect to the bridge to be disconnected.

“Use the emergency generator!”

“I’ll cover from here!”

She calls out to the men.

“You heard the lady!”

Ghost pulls out his side arm covering Soap as he runs to start up the generator. She throws down connector cables to attach them.

Pulling out her rifle she eliminates all the distance targets that were running towards them.

“Hurry their coming in droves!”

König picked up a sledge hammer holding it ready for the incoming horde.

“Now!”

Soap yells to Gaz

Gaz pulls out a remote. Pressing the little red button everywhere goes black for a moment.

Dust filled the air around them. Her ears ringing as she stood up looking around her the bridge didn’t lower all the way.

“Come!”

Coughing and wheezing with all the dust in the air.

“Get up here!”

König boosted all the guys up and he was the last to crawl up. She rushed to push the button to get the bridge lifted but no power.

“Fuck!”

Looking back to the guys. They all searched for Ammo and she looked at the mountain of a man he laid on the ground breathing hard. Exhausted from his long run here. Their journey wasn’t gonna end here.

She thought to herself.

“Fuck it”

König saw her braid mid air as she jumped off the bridge.

Jumping down she ran to the control box plugging in her phone she turned up her music. Exited it quickly she ran towards the generator. Pulling the cable she started it up and hit the power button until it came to life.

The music distracted the undead for a few minutes while the bridge started to rise.

“Shit!”

“Come back, fräulein!”

König quickly sat up crawling to the edge of the bridge. Seeing it was way too high to jump down.

“Oi, Lady Come Back!”

Gaz waved his arms to her hoping to get her attention to them. Watching as she weaves her way through the undead bodies that littered the ground.

“Bonnie!!”

“L.t we gotta do something!”

Soap grabbed his rifle. Running to Ghost hoping they could devise a plan to get her back up on the bridge with them

“Their coming!”

König spots out a big horde running towards them. But more towards the speaker that played music. The remaining undead ran towards the speaker.

*static on the radio* she holds the radio then she speaks.

“My name is Captain Barbosa, this is me signing off sir. It’s been a pleasure serving you and my motherland as well. But I will be carried to the gates of the undying lands of my people. I know I am not home where the creator can smile down on me. But I know Mother Earth and Father Sky will guide me home.”

“A sacrifice needed to be made. If we don’t then we all fail and die together”

“Goodbye my friends”

“May the creator and the holy people guide you with safe passages”

“Hagoone”

(Hah-go-neh) -*how to pronounce it*

-a/n - there’s no term in my language that means goodbye.

“It doesn’t mean goodbye in my language. Because we don’t say goodbye. It simply means.”

“Until I see you again”

Waving to the men on the bridge. Looking to the rising sun. Then back to the hordes of the undead coming for me.

“Till we meet again”

-a/n

just kinda wrote this off an ideas I had. It’s not as good as my other writing but I just wanted to share it.

#cod fanfiction #konig headcanons #ghost mw2 #soap mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #zombies #cod fanfic #headcanon #cod angst #cod #headcannons

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If you were making that list, what would you consider the seven wonders of the railroad world?

Hm, putting me on the spot here!

I mentioned Horseshoe Curve in Altoona, PA for a reason.

Horseshoe Curve was completed in 1854. The purpose of it was to reduce the grade trains had to climb up through the mountains and avoid the much more time-consuming route of the Allegheny Portage Railroad. Today, there's a visitor center in the middle of the Curve, and railfans go there to watch trains go by and picnic outside.

As mentioned in the previous post, Tehachapi Loop is also impressive and I'd give it a spot - it legitimately looks like something out of someone's model train layout.

From above this doesn't even look real. But it's real!

I've seen some people put the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway in West Bengal on their lists, and I'd agree with them. It's a UNESCO World Heritage Site for a reason. It's narrow gauge, climbs up through the mountains, and is popular with tourists - and although it has some diesels it also still uses steam. Look at how cute this locomotive is.

Another UNESCO World Heritage Site for consideration is the Forth Bridge, in Scotland:

It's a cantilever railway bridge and was the longest cantilever bridge span in the world at the time of its opening, a title it held between 1890 and 1919. It's still the second longest today. In 2016 Scotland voted it as their greatest man-made wonder, an impressive feat in a country stereotyped as being chock full of civil and mechanical engineers.

For reaching incredible heights in the 19th century, look no further than the Ferrovías Central in Peru.

Designed by a Polish political exile named Ernest Malinowski, it was built in the 1870s and still operates today. What was known as the Callao, Lima & Oroya Railway at the time of its opening is still the second highest railroad in the world today, only being surpassed by the Qinghai-Tibet Railway over 100 years later.

It would be silly not to include the Trans-Siberian Railroad on this list - in terms of sheer scope, this thing is massive.

It's the longest railway line in the world. Nothing else even comes remotely close. Trips along it can take weeks depending on the speed the trains are running.

Lastly, for a more modern entry, I'd propose the Channel Tunnel linking England and France - at its lowest point, it's 246 feet below sea level. In terms of a modern feat of engineering, this one is definitely up there. It was completed the year I turned five, and it was a big deal even over here in the US.

Of course, the fun of this is coming up with your own! And I had to think pretty hard about this because I was trying to do it without using any locomotives, which would have been a cop-out!

Here are a few links to people having this debate online, in case you want to read more - 1, 2, 3, 4

#replies #I like trains

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Ok, ok.

Queer platonic Tony/Rhodes/Pepper.

Running their own Private derivative firm/business whatever.

And they are well known for solving some of the most outrageous unsolved cases.

Have fun.

Hh 🥺 This idea is so good and I am so stupid.

“Tony, you can’t just take on cases pro bono without talking to us about it,” Rhodey said sternly.

Tony opened his mouth, but Rhodey gave him a quelling look. He closed it. He took a moment to make his eyes as big and wet as possible before turning them on Pepper.

“I hate that you can do that,” Pepper told him sharply, taking a step back in horror. “Stop that immediately.”

“Hmm.” Tony let his puppy eyes drop. He’d forgotten that Pepper’s first response was always terror that he was capable of such a thing, and he’d missed his chance to turn them on Rhodey, who was the one actually susceptible to them. “I have a good reason,” he said instead.

“We are still paying for your last good reason,” Rhodey snapped.

Tony spread his arms, eyebrows raised in surprise. “How was I to know that searching for that old man’s grandkid would lead to us to getting involved with the mob?”

“Normal people would back off and get backup when they realized that not only were they dealing with the Ravagers, but they were also going up against the crime lord Ego,” Pepper said icily.

“I was only lightly stabbed,” Tony argued.

Pepper and Rhodey both went stonily silent. Tony winced. Perhaps he shouldn’t have brought up his injury. They’d both been very worried at the time.

“Why is it so important that you take this case that you’re doing it for free?” Pepper finally sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Tony manfully did not squirm, but only because they could sense weakness and would pounce on it immediately. “Sometimes it’s just good for the soul to do something nice.”

“You’re not nice,” Rhodey reminded him, putting his hands on his hips. “You’re kind, but you’re not nice.” He stared at him, hard, then added, “Spill it. Or I’m making tuna casserole for dinner.”

“I like tuna casserole?” Tony began, then noticed that Pepper was turning faintly green. “No! Pepper promised to rub my feet tonight!” he wailed.

“Tell me or hold her hair back,” Rhodey ordered.

Tony looked back and forth between them, wounded. Finally, though, he ducked his head, answering, “He tried to give me his allowance money to find his uncle. He’s pretty sure he’s dead, but insurance won’t pay out without a body, and he and his aunt are struggling without it.”

Rhodey felt all the fight rush out of him at once. “Allowance money.”

“He was wearing his uncle’s suit to try and look older I think. It didn’t work,” Tony added quietly. “He looked so small.”

“One of these days, one of us is gonna have a baby, and then we’ll all be in trouble,” Pepper sighed. “They’ll have us wrapped around their finger.”

“If one of us has a baby, I’m going to become a stay-at-home dad, and you guys won’t have to worry about me doing pro bono work,” Tony said proudly.

Pepper and Rhodey stared at him, honestly considering how to procure a child for him. He was stabbed last month. And now he was going to be looking around for a missing dead person. And he wasn’t necessarily the most discerning person when it came to danger.

“You’ll find a way to do pro bono work,” Rhodey said after a moment.

“I will,” Tony agreed, sighing.

“If I find a baby in your car on a stakeout, I will beat the absolute shit out of you,” Pepper told Tony sternly. “And if you get stabbed again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“I’m not going to get stabbed!” Tony exclaimed.

.-.

“At least Pepper can’t get mad about me being stabbed,” Tony decided.

“Mr. Stark you’ve been shot please shut up,” Peter begged, gripping his hand tightly. “The operator on the phone says the ambulance will be here soon.”

“I am going to be so insufferable about not being stabbed,” Tony continued. “I might even get a baby out of it.”

“What?” Peter asked, aghast, but then the ambulance was pulling up outside the alley and he was very preoccupied with that instead.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #new trope/plot meme #pepper/tony/rhodey

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24 & 29 for the ask game 😁

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

I lost the old moodboard I made for the galex fic on the other laptop but! I made a new one this morning! <3 Out of context spoilers of the first chapter:

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Oh you did this on purpose! *shakes fist* Alright, I'll deliver something that is new for you too <3

Operation Westminster Bridge was the codename for the funeral of George’s father, the Prince Consort. He laid in state for what were the longest 24 hours of George’s life, in St. George’s Chapel, waiting for his brother to make it back from his Oceania tour. ‘I vow to thee, my country’ had been seared in his mind as a painful reminder of all the paraphernalia and the grief that met together in the coffin draped with a royal standard carrying two quarters dedicated to the Scottish flag, as per his desires.

He was buried in a private memorial chapel where his parents and grandmother had already been laid to rest and where one day his wife would join him. It was all without much fuss, he had demanded it so. The money spent on the dead is money given to worms, he used to say.

His father had supervised the rehearsals of the funeral from the windows of Windsor Castle as the latter stages of his disease consumed his health. The harrowing process had lasted for years, brought forth a thousand crises in the family and left them with a sour taste at the back of their throats, like savouring the beginning of all the ends to come.

His mother had often referred to her husband as the source of her comfort, her joy. George knows this to be true, she was more lively, more joyful when she wasn’t alone. His father had been of what he lovingly called the Scottish diaspora, moving south after his family had spent centuries living in the periphery of Edinburgh. He was of noble name, but often acted with disregard for it. He was cheerful, had impeccable comedic timing and loved to go hunting with his children. Oftentimes, people said his only real child was Alice, Edward and George all too like their mother in their behaviour. George found it a lovely compliment first, then a backhanded one later on.

When George was old enough to join his father on his duck hunting charades, the beginning of the sickness had just shown its nasty little head for the first time. The Prince Consort had taken him on half a dozen hunting trips through Scotland by the time he first had to be hospitalised. Then he got better, went out for George to get his first buck so they could proudly display it on the breakfast room of Balmoral. He fell sick once again after that outing, when George was seventeen and his father kept insisting he should always keep on the move, moving is good for the soul, if not always for the body. He died days before George’s eighteenth birthday. He was at his bedside when it happened.

He came back to Eton a week after the funeral. Several classmates had been kind enough to drop sympathy letters, commiserations and anecdotes of how they dealt with their sorrow after losing a loved one. George had told the house master that he was fit enough to return to life as usual and his eyes remained dry until he reached the bedroom he shared with Alex.

The hiccupping sobs felt like shame at first, like he was being weak when he should be the strongest, but Alex had hugged him and he felt free to cry for the first time since it all came down. He hugged him so tightly it made him feel safe for a brief moment in time, enraptured by the comfort of a friend not saying platitudes, just silently hugging him, loving him tenderly as he needed at that time of immense grief.

#thank u for asking ilysm #lourdes tag #fic asks #royal au #i guess!

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