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You'll Fit Right In
shy!eddie x fem!reader
summary: Eddie is super nervous to meet your parents, but it turns out he has nothing to worry about as they have the exact same interests that he does
cw: Eddie has anxiety
this is a request made by @bellasm3lla in a comment on this post
You and Eddie stand on the porch of your childhood home and you can see that he's panicking. This dinner has been planned for weeks now and he's super nervous to meet your parents. Adults aside from Wayne don't seem to like him because he plays DnD and they all seem to think he's some sort of devil incarnate even though that couldn't be further from the truth.
Eddie is nothing but sweet and kind and you really hoped other people were able to see that instead of listening to silly rumors. You've always seen him for who he is and know that your parents will love him.
You've tried to tell him that they're nothing but chill, but you totally understand why he's so anxious. You've tried multiple times to give him an out, but he wouldn't take it. He just told you that he could handle it and that he wanted to at least try before he gave up.
So you're knocking on the door as he's holding onto your other hand for dear life as he rests his chin on your shoulder, inching his face towards your neck to hide as the door opens.
But as soon as it opens, his ears pick on some music playing at a loud volume. He immediately recognizes the song as Gypsy by Dio. And that's when he pulls away from you just in time to see your mom's Metallica t-shirt. Now he suddenly doesn't know why he was so nervous.
Your mom is quick to pull him into a hug and he's quick to respond, squeezing her just as tight before she pulls away, a bright smile on her face.
"Oh, it's so lovely to meet you," she gushes as she pulls him into the house, you and your dad following.
"Sorry we're late, we were cleaning up our DnD session we had earlier," your dad apologizes and Eddie's head whips around to you, silently asking you why you hadn't told him about any of that. All you had said was that they were cool. But you had told him exactly what they were into and he would just tune you out because he had convinced himself that he hadn't wanted to hear it.
"You guys play DnD?" He asks, suddenly feeling all of his nerves melt away as your mom leads him into the living room where everything from their session was still set up.
"Every week. Do you play?" Does he play? Your dad might as well have asked him if he breathed.
"I do," Eddie nods. "I'm actually the DM of my own club."
"I knew I had a good feeling about you," your mom pinches his cheek. "Can I get you a drink, Eddie? We've got some beers in the fridge."
"Sure," Eddie nods and your parents get your drink order before they both disappear into the kitchen, leaving you and Eddie alone.
He leans over to you and you give him a knowing smile as you know exactly what he's going to say.
"You didn't tell me that your parents were so cool," he whispers and you just giggle in response.
"I actually did, but you wouldn't listen to me." Eddie just waves you off as your parents as your parents enter the living room once again with your drinks and all Eddie can think about it just how he's going to fit in there and that he really was nervous for no reason. Because there, he feels right at home.
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#shy!eddie#shy!eddie munson#shy!eddie x fem!reader
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âPatience.â â CSC
âžâžà Ë. fluff . est. relation
â pairings : seungcheol x f!reader â warning : implications of getting pregnant (?), just pure comfort and fluff ^^ â wc : 0.5k [âïž] · Seungcheol had always been the one having a baby fever, but this time, it seemed to be you.
It had been more than two hoursâfrom what Seungcheol can rememberâsince you were in your room, giggling over the phone. And it had also been two hours since he had been waiting for you to come into the living room and cuddle with him.
Maybe he should wait, or maybe he should let his patience win over and crawl onto your lap himself.
But when he hears your foot dragging along the floor, nearing towards the couch, his thoughts come to an end.
âSeungcheol,â You called out, placing your hand on his shoulder from behind. His head shoots up in your direction, eyes big at the mention of his full name.
Your face seemed redâprobably from the laughing and giggling, and you had this look on your face that Seungcheol recognises it to be one of those when you want something. From him.
âHm, baby?â
âI want a baby.â Your voice lowered, eyebrows furrowingâas if it was something that had to be done.
Seungcheolâs brain stopped functioning. With that look on your face, he knew you wanted something, and he would give it to you. Anything you wanted.
But this? This was unexpected.
Not receiving a response, you gently shake his shoulder, bringing him back to his senses.
He looked at you and smiled, bringing up his hand to take your hand in his.
âYou want a?â
âBaby. A baby.â
âAlright, come here.â
Seungcheol guided you forward, holding in a chuckle.
âNot there,â he said as you were about to take a seat beside him, on the couch. âHere.â He patted his lap, guiding you to sit on it.
His strong arms gently snake around your waist, providing you the comfort you craved.
âYou want a baby?â He asked softly, rubbing the side of your waist. You nod, taking your phone to show him a video of a babyâgiggling and playing.
âIsn't she so cute? I want to have a baby tooâŠâ you sighed, smiling at the sight of the adorable baby.
Seungcheol, too, was smiling. He wouldn't deny that he had had a baby fever a couple of times, and he would always cling to you, talking about how great it would be to start a family together.
But you both know it's not the time, yet. Soon, very soon, but it's just not now.
âI'll give it to you.â His face lit up with a faint smile, hands reaching at the hem of his shirt as he attempted to pull it off.
Horrified, you grab his wrist, stopping him from doing so.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask, your voice dropping to a whisper, eyes widened. Seungcheol, on the other hand, looked at you innocently.
âWhat? I'm giving you what you want, baby.â
Yeah, he's right.
âButââ
âBut?â He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue. You look at him, a smile creeping up your face.
âFine, I get what you mean.â
Seungcheol mirrors your smile, wrapping his arms around you again to hug you tight.
âI promise you, the day when we have our own baby isn't too far. It's just not now, or today.â
You've learnt alot from those six years of being with Seungcheol. One of them is patience. You couldn't wait to give life to a new oneâall prepared, without any problems.
And Seungcheol might just have the best way to tell you so, that patience has always been the key.
â taglist : @gyubakeries @oojiehae @haowrld @armycarat2612
[check out masterlist - pinned post to be added to the taglist!]
#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol fic#seventeen x reader#scoups x reader#scoups imagines#scoups fluff#scoups fanfic#seungcheol fanfic#seungcheol x y/n#seventeen fluff#seventeen x y/n#seventeen fanfic#svt ff#svt oneshot#svt fluff#svt fanfic#svt x reader#choi seungcheol#seungcheol#scoups#kpop writers#kpop fanfic#kpop fluff#kpop au#svt au#yjhzies#âđ. ziesfeed
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Ë áĄŁđ© âč àŁȘ ౚà§Ëââ§Ë · .
woman crush wednesday (paige x reader)
summary: paige is asked who her celebrity crush is on instagram live and youâre pleasantly surprised when she responds with your name
content warnings: none!
inspired by this request from @rizzlerbuckets đ
âYou have to see this, Y/N.â Your best friend exclaimed as she joined you in your kitchen where you were making dinner for the both of you.
You glance up from the stove to see her phone in her hand outstretched in your direction. Thereâs a video playing and from what you can see, itâs a screen recording of an Instagram live. The are two girls in the frame and they look like theyâre in a dorm room.
âWhat is this? Who are they?â You ask confused, turning your attention back to the steak you were frying in a pan.
âTheyâre basketball players, just watch.â She insists, pushing her phone closer to your face.
You turn your gaze to the video and do as your best friend says. You watch the girls on screen as they read through the comments they were getting. They would laugh every now and then and you found yourself entranced by the blonde and the way her eyes scrunched at the sides when she smiled.
Your best friend turns up the volume of her phone and watches you closely with raised brows.
âOK OK! This is a good question whos your celebrity crush?â The girl with the braids directs to her friend next to her.
The blonde girl ponders for all of three seconds, âThis is easy.â She grins and youâre expecting the usual response of one of the many famous men that most girls pine over. Channing Tatum, Michael B Jordan, Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Vinnie Hacker, Jude Bellingham and youâre not sure why your best friend wanted you to watch this so bad. Until you hear her answer and itâs none of the names you imagined, itâs not even a man. Itâs you.
âSheâs bad bad.â The blonde continues, âAnd she sings. What more could you ask for?â
âDamn OK, someones down bad.â Her friend teases, âY/N, if youâre watching this, let my girl Paige here take you on a date.â You laugh because you imagined the girls never would have thought youâd actually watch this video but, little do they know, your best is chronically online and sees everything thatâs posted about you. Of course, she picks and chooses what she shares with you but youâre secretly glad this video made it through her vetting process.
âHow old is this girl?â You ask cautiously before making any further comments.
âIâll Google!â Your best friend chimes, tapping away at her phone. âTwenty two.â She clarifies, the same age as you.
âAnd sheâs still in college?â You ask.
âIt says here she was injured for the majority of two seasons so she was eligible to redshirt. She goes to University of Connecticut.â Your best friend explains, probably reading through Wikipedia.
You and your best friend discuss Paige over dinner, scrolling through her various social media accounts. Now you knew her age, you had no problem voicing how you felt about her. âSheâs hot.â You say as her most recent TikTok plays on a loop.
Not only was she blonde, which was historically your type, but she had the most beautiful blue eyes that could draw you in, even through a screen. She played basketball, so of course she was tall but the way she carried herself so confidently and purposeful had you in a chokehold. Her muscular body, that she had no problem showing off, had your heart rate spiking each time she flexed her biceps in videos that now flooded your For You Page.
âWell, you know where Connecticut isnât far from? New York.â Your best friend says, âAnd where are we? NEW YORK!â She triumphs as if you hadnât already been able to come to that conclusion yourself.
âIâm messaging her.â You announce, opening Instagram and searching for Paiges name.
âWhat are you going to say?â
âI donât know, something flirty.â You reply, fingers hovering over your keyboard as you think.
âPicture of your mommy milkers?â Your best friend says and you laugh at her suggestion, âNo! Not yet, anyway.â
You type out a message before deleting it and you finally land on,
heard you wanted to take me on a date?
Paige is quick to reply, youâve barely put your phone down before it pings.
hahah you saw the live?
im embarrassed
dont be, im flattered
and wondering where youâre taking me
You cringe at your boldness but the send the message anyway. Paige was hot and she clearly thought you were too so what was the harm in having some fun?
are you busy right now?
wow, you donât waste any time
not for the date darling, call me
Paige sends you her number and you press call, anxiously waiting for her to answer. When she does, her voice is smoky and sweet and your brows raise at her tone and you excuse yourself to your bedroom, leaving your best friend grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.
You and Paige chatted for longer than you realise and you find yourself giggling like a teenager at her words. Itâs almost midnight when Paiges words become softer and slower, âItâs late. I should let you go.â You say not wanting to keep her up.
âOr you could stay on the phone and sing me to sleep.â She quips, earning another giggle from you.
âLetâs save that for another time. When Iâm actually there and you can feel my breath on your neck.â You drawl.
You hear a sharp in take of breath, âDonât play.â Paige says lowly.
âGoodnight Paige.â You giggle, satisfied with her flustered response.
âGoodnight Y/N.â
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a/n: just a short one but this was actually really fun to write! hope u enjoy đ vinnie hacker mention because p is never escaping that đ
#paige bueckers#wlw#lgbtq#oneshot#paige x reader#uconn wbb#wcbb#paige bueckers imagine#blurb#fanfic#lovegalor333
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ATEEZ GETTING OUT OF THE FRIENDZONE
hongjoong x gn reader + seonghwa x gn reader (separated)
this is a continuation of ateez stuck in the friendzone, read that part first so it makes sense!
tw: tooth rotting fluff (+ keep in mind that english is not my first language)
a/n: originally i was gonna make the 8 different scenarios in one single post but then i got reaaaaally carried away (friends to lovers IS my favorite trope after all), and realized itâs probably gonna happen with the rest of the members as well. so be patient please!
masterlist
HONGJOONG
hongjoong was sure he was going to explode if you didnât stop your actions in the next following minutes. it started casual, occasionally patting his shoulder in agreement with whatever he was saying at the moment. then, he started short circuiting when you scooted closer to his chair in order to see his screen as he helped you out with new stickers for your laptop. the new distance you established was a bit closer than normal: he believed that he could pull you on his lap with a single movement if he was brave enough.
yet he couldnât cross that boundary, reason why he was feeling like a ticking time bomb.
âdo you think iâm printing too many?â you asked, as you downloaded another sticker from pinterest. hongjoong smiled, finding the amount of fairy cat stickers you downloaded endearing. âknowing you, youâll end up sticking the rest anywhere plain, or on my laptopâ he said in response, earning a chuckle from you.
âyou know me too well hongjoongâ you said in between giggles, before throwing your hand behind the back of his head as you played with strands of his hair. your attention went back to the screen though, but in contrast he could only think about the way your fingers felt against his scalp. unconsciously, his eyes turned to you: he always knew you were beautiful, he didnât just fall for your personality. but sometimes he couldnât help but notice small aspects that normally would go unnoticed by the rest: how you would play with your lips whenever youâre focused on something, the way you would squint adorably as you tried to read small phrases on the screen. also your eyes, he could get lost on them forever and wouldnât even care. in moments like this, he would also focus on your lips, mind wandering about how they would feel against his or-
âjoong, is everything okay?â you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. he blinked rapidly, regaining his composure and fake coughing. âwhatâs going on in that pretty genius head of yours?â you taunted, getting closer to his face.
âtrust me, you wouldnât want to knowâ he muttered in a low voice, but you heard him anyways. âiâm asking because i want to know, you can tell me anything, iâm your best friendâ
âthatâs exactly the problem y/nâ he sighed, turning his gaze back on the screen, finding the satoru gojo cat suddenly super interesting.
what you did next set the timer in him though: you grabbed his chin and turned his face back to you, staring curiously. âi want to know, joongâ you said in a firm voice. your eyes remained interlocked for a few moments, but hongjoongâs patience started running extremely thin. âi can show youâ he whspered back, gaze going back to your lips. your hand left the back of his head and went down to his neck, pulling his face even closer as you nodded in response.
hongjoong closed the distance between you, finally pressing his lips against yours softly. you tasted the way he imagined: faint traces of strawberry from the chapstick he once gifted you, the one you refused to change despite the years. his lips moved against yours in sync, as his hands cupped your face, angling it to a degree so he could taste you better.
he thought he could kiss you forever and never get tired or bored, reason why he also felt disappointed when you pulled away. he chased you lips, so you pecked him as you tried to suppress a smirk from creeping on your face.
âfinallyâ you admitted, causing him to look at you questioningly. âi wanted to do that for a while, joongâ
âyou literally friendzoned me more times than i can rememberâ he pointed out, shock evident on his face. âi donât get touchy with just anyone! i had to camouflage it somehowâ you said in response, blushing. âplus i also thought thatâs how you viewed me, just a friendâ.
âhell no, y/n never say that word around me againâ he said, finally giving in to his initial thought as he pulled you on his lap in one smooth movement, making you laugh. you cupped his face, looking at him intently. âi like you, joongâ you whispered. âyou have absolutely no idea how much i adore youâ he answered, before crashing his lips against yours again.
now that he knew how you tasted, he was never going to let you go again. youâre his new addiction, just like he always imagined.
SEONGHWA
âi still canât believe my friend is getting married to himâ you said, as you finished applying your lipstick before turning back to seonghwa. he was standing next to the window, admiring the view from the luxurious hotel while you finished preparing for the wedding reception. he was already dressed in a gorgeous wine colored suit, which was a bit oversized yet still looked formal on him.
your friend had announced a few months ago that she forgave her boyfriend for cheating, claiming that it was just a âdrunken mistakeâ. she also informed you that she was getting married too, having already set the date and venue, and telling you that you could bring a plus one. of course, you immediately dialed seonghwa, not just to spill the hot gossip but also to invite him. he immediately agreed.
âthat marriage is already doomedâ he said, turning his gaze back on you, chuckling. âbut at least we get an opportunity to stay at a fancy hotel, get all dolled up and then partyâ you pointed out, carefully pulling out your outfit from your suitcase. you had picked a dark blue long dress, that had the back open. you had picked it because it reminded you of the yellow dress from âhow to lose a guy in 10 daysâ, which, by the way, seonghwa found absolutely gorgeous. in fact, he chose the color of his outfit to match yours.
âvery true, the hotel is amazingâ he said, turning back to the window âi didnât know what to expect when you told me it was in the middle of literally nowhereâ. you laughed in response as you exclaimed âright?!â, before entering the bathroom to get dressed.
a few moments later, seonghwa found himself having difficulty to breathe due to how gorgeous and breathtaking you looked. the dress fit your body like a glove, and when you did a little turn to show it from the back, he had to literally control himself from crossing the friendship boundary. âso? how do i look hwa?â you asked him, a little nervous. seonghwa walked towards you, holding your hand as he twirled you around, before setting both of his hands on your waist. his eyes, unbeknownst to you, were holding so much love and devotion, yet you failed to realize it. âif i was the bride iâd kick you out for stealing my spotlightâ he said, earning a chuckle as you cupped his cheek. he unconsciously leaned in to the palm of your hand, wanting more of your touch. âthank you hwa, you look mesmerizing tooâ you said. you both stared at each other, too lost on the small intimate moment you were having.
in seonghwaâs opinion, it ended too soon, as you broke away the moment you started blushing intensely. âcome, iâll do your hairâ you said, fake coughing as you led him to your shared bed for the night. you climbed on the bed and sat behind him, and seonghwa was sure he died and went to heaven. he unconsciously closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers combing his long hair into a half ponytail. once you were done, you straightened your dress and grabbed his hand.
âready to go?â you asked, smiling. he nodded.
âââ
the ceremony was beautiful, and even the vows you and seonghwa swore would be questionable ended up being terribly adorable. once the groom finished what he had to say, seonghwa whispered in your ear âcute, but i still think this is doomedâ, making you laugh silently in your place while simultaneously getting side eyed by other guests.
as the night went by, you found yourself in the need of fresh air from all the intense partying inside the venue. as if seonghwa read your mind, he pulled you from the dancing crowd and led you to the garden with your hands intertwined.
âthank you, i was starting to feel overwhelmedâ you thanked him once outside. he nodded, smiling âi could see it on your faceâ.
âyou always seem to know what iâm thinking about, hwa. youâre amazingâ you said, in a low voice that only he could hear from his place next to you. âof course, iâm the only exception, right?â he said. you nodded âyouâre also my only exception, y/nâ he added, now turning his body to face you entirely.
the garden was lit with tiny lights and candles all over the place, and thankfully the sky was clear enough you could see the stars. you could hear a slow dance playing in the background, belonging to the main venue where everyone watched the newlyweds waltz.
âwanna dance?â seonghwa asked, taking notice of the way your gaze switched from him to the main couple. you looked at him once again and smiled âi donât feel like going back so soon, can we dance here?â you asked. âof courseâ he answered, taking a better hold of your hand as his other wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer. funny, you didnât even realize you were still holding hands. it almost felt natural to you.
you slow danced to the faint music, and you could feel your heart beat louder and louder with each step. a strange feeling bubbled up on your chest, before lifting up your head from his chest to face him. he was already looking at you, making the feeling more intense. âhwa, can i ask you something?â you asked, earning a hum from him. âanythingâ.
âwhy am i your only exception?â you asked in a whisper. you saw the faint blush creeping on his cheeks as he sighed, thinking of different ways to approach the topic. âi think youâre the only one who has ever made me feel the way i feelâ he answered, deciding to just spill the truth he was yearning to say. âyouâre the only exception because you are the only one for meâ.
as soon as he finished saying that, his hands dropped to his sides, as he took a few steps back, giving you space. âiâm sorry i canât continue being your best friend, not when i feel the way i feel every time i see youâ, he said, loud enough for you to hear while averting his gaze.
yet you always managed to surprise him. he was sure you would feel disgusted, betrayed that your best friend of years suddenly viewed you in a different light. but instead, you approached him again, hugging him close and shaking your head. âi donât want to lose youâ you started saying, feeling the way he slowly and cautiously wrapped his arms around your waist. âbut also i would be a fool to ignore the butterflies in my stomach when you say such beautiful things. can you, i mean, can we give each other a chance?â you asked, voice trembling in fear of ruining it.
he cupped your face, thumb smoothing your right cheek. you realized that his stare held a lot more than you initially noticed, for how long did he look at you light that? for how long have you been dismissing his feelings? your questions subdued as he leaned closer, lips now only inches apart. he looked straight to your eyes, as if asking for your permission. you nodded, closing your eyes before his soft lips touched yours.
as cliche as it sounds, you felt like fireworks erupted inside of you. it just felt so right, so genuine and like nothing you experienced before. it felt like the first time you ever experienced love as a teenager, but now you were older and wiser. seonghwa wasnât just your best friend, he was also your only exception, the only one for you.
on seonghwaâs side, he further proved his point of being meant for each other.
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This is a response to the precious anon, who may be new to royal watching or mayhave forgotten how things went down in real time when meghan and Harry were still working royals.
(If you, RTA, this is unnecessary, then please feel not to publish this. I do not mean to step on your toes here)
1. Sara Latham - At the time of Archies birth, it has been widely reported, and both H&M have confused thsleves, that no one knew anything at all about the how or when. They kept it a secret from their teams as well. They only told some members of their team once he was born and they were all safely back at FrogCott. Reportedly, Sara Latham only knew after abt 6hrs after he was born. And they gave orders to tell the public that she was in labour. While the news about her being was being broadcast, the media and sussex team got to know that the baby had actually been born and they were already back home. We all saw the confusion play out in real time.
At that time, there was a huge panic bcz it have looked like the couple had deliberately recieved the media, public and their teams. This may be bcz they were worried about security and leaks. But curiously, Gayle king and her team (US media) were in London at the time to cover this. So they at least knew. The Sussexes had made a deal with them that they would be giving them an exclusive breaking news.
During the panic, when the palace gpt to know that the baby announcement was planned to break on US media, they stepped in and stopped it. They vetoed Meghan's wishes and made Harry do the birth announcement himself, alone infront of the stables.
This is where Harry made a gaff and infamously said he didn't know yet whom the baby looked like because "babies change so much in two weeks". Again, I and many others saw this in real time. It was quickly edited by the next day (apparently)
Sara Latham had to take the blame and fall on the sword and became a scapegoat. The couple blamed her and did not take any responsibility for the way the news broke. Agreeably, they were busy with the parents. But Sara had to deal with the media and most people in the know felt bad for her for the way she was treated and thrown to the wolves.
It wasn't much of a palace-susseex misunderstanding because the couple had long planned to do an exclusive relveal with Gayle and had even arranged for a photocall at Windsor. This again was vetoed by the palace, and 1 cameraman and 1 British reporter along with 1 American was the compromise reached. This is the white coat dress Windsor photocall that happened.
2. About the way Meghan spun this in the Oprah interview - She, as is her habit, trying to clap back at the criticism she recieved for the way they handled the birth story.
You also have to remember that Sara Latham was one of the women who were bullied and filed a complaint against her. She was part of the sussex survivors club and participated in the bullying investigation. She was also probably really treated badly, to the extent that the Queen absorbed her in her own household as a compensation after being fired post megxit.
So, Meghan in typical Meghan fashion was throwing her team underbus for mishandling the situation. It'sy person opinion that a lot of what she said about the royals and her own team was because she was officially called out by them. She was getting back at them and blaming them for her failures.
3. Archies security: Both his parents had round the clock RPOs. So it wasn't about security. It was about securing his HRH Prince Archie of Susses title before megix to gain maximum clout once they reached Hollywood. Again, this reportedly vetoed by the palace. He already had the best security. And after megxit, he would continue to have security as long his parents have security, which they do to this day. Harry's old RPO from his royal days still works for him. He is often seen in pictures with HnM. He was also seen him the Canada pics. So Archie did have security.
They offered to let him use his secondary title but Meghan threw a fit because she thought it had the word "dumb" in the name. She did not get what she wanted. So she then spun this as racism in Oprah.
She said herself, they could have changed the protocol and tradition for him because he was the first biracial grandchild, but they didn't want to do that. As in,she expected them to capitalise on his biracial heritage for PR brownie points like she wanted to use. When they did not listen to her, she said it was racism to get back at them.
Thanks for chiming in!
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Ch 1 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevensâ New Wife
Killmonger AU
Created By: Erikftglitter
âHey Dr. Stevens. Itâs Kari. I just wanted to thank you again for the kind gesture.â
Erik read the message several times before exuding a deep sigh. He had spent most of the night trying to forget the younger woman, but the universe was setting him up for failure.
Sheâs practically in our hands, Erik.
He wanted to silence the overbearing thoughts from flowing but he couldnât help but to also think that it was true. Didnât he deserve the woman and kids that Kari, and so many others, mentioned to him before? Did he really want to commit to dying alone in a world like this?
âNo need to thank me Kari. Thank you for not contacting the board about our collision.â
Erik found himself humored with his own response. Little did he know that Kari was gushing from the desk chair that she was texting from. Could this be? She wondered if the doctor would really be interested in seeing her again. Well, seeing her under normal circumstances.
âI wonâtâŠ. Only if you allow me to be your tour guide.â
Kari was persistent, inexperienced, but persistent to get the ex-SEAL out of the house. She surprised herself with her forwardness but the clock was ticking and her local blue-collared men were no where near as appealing as Dr. Stevens.
âA man of my word, that I am. Saturday?â
Erik needed to be strategic about his decisions moving forward if he wanted this woman to live. His self deprivation was starting to take a toll on him. He knew that it wouldnât take long for it boil over once Kari was in his presence.
Just thinking about the girlâs astonishing aura and utter beauty made Erikâs dick jump yet again. What was it about her? He thought back to the initial moment when they locked eyes. She could not maintain eye contact and that certainly enamored him. He could spot a submissive woman quite easily.
Not just someone who was infatuated by the idea of being dominated by him, but someone who was completely meek. Someone who would be most compliant tied up and fucked to the state of oblivion. Kari Evans radiated that. Erik was 99% percent that his declaration of the girl was correct but heâd be patient enough to find out.
âYes. Wear comfy shoes.â
Erik was more than pleased to return back to work. To focus on a ruptured appendix, or to remove someoneâs gallbladder, or even just to guide one of his residents through a hemorrhoid surgery, supplied him a reasonable amount of distraction time. During surgery his main focus was his performance efficiency. Dr. Erik Stevens did not kill patients. One of the reasons the he remains one of the highest earners in the nation is due to that. Erik knew his limitations and typically did not engage in anything that would kill anyone, inside and outside of the operating room, post departure from the Navy.
âDr. Stevens. Got a minute?â Erik glanced up from his seat at the computer and signaled for the man to continue.
âI was looking over Mrs. Gutierrezâs files, the one who was just transferred, and sheâs rejecting the transplant.â
Erikâs face fell into a deep frown. In only his three months at Oregon State Hospital, heâs noticing the consistent errors being completed by the competing hospital. Once their team botches a surgery; Erik and his team are left to clean up the mess.
âAnother transplant this soon would kill her before the week ends. Contact her family and consult about the removal. If they wait then the sepsis will spread.â
Erik looked at the extent of the damage on the results that his resident provided. Heâs not completely successful just because of his own experience. Thankfully Oregon welcomed him with a skilled team upon his negotiation and he was provided with them when he arrived. He wasnât fond of many people in his life, but some of his team made his job rewarding.
âGreat call.â He murmured to himself. He learned from his mentor, that learned from his mentor, and so forth, that praising young professionals too early made them arrogant. Made them incompetent surgeons who overlooked misplaced sutures, mistreated nurses, and failed to remain at the peak of their performance. The younger surgeon reminded him of himself. That was as respected as he could be.
Kari on the other hand was not having a good time. One of her middle schoolers thought it was a great idea to climb a tree and ultimately suffered a great fall. Why? Kari didnât have the time to asks as the girl was soaking blood through her jeans.
With trembly hands, Kari used her walkie talkie to call for an ambulance and tried her best to soothe the hysterical girl.
âItâs okay. I got you.â Kari must have repeated that a thousand times before the first responders arrived.
âMs. Evans. Nina will not cooperate unless you ride with her.â Principal Grant said to Nina as she stood up to disregard the abundance of bloody tissues.
âDonât worry about the sub plans. The parents would like if you accompanied her as well.â He gave her an empathetic look. âThank you for being one of good ones.â He whispered when Kari was helped in the ambulance by the first responders.
It was true. Kari was an extraordinary educator. Each of her students were individualized. She knew their strengths, allergies, their personalities, and their ability to learn. Because Caber Cityâs public school system was barely funded by the state of Oregon, most of teachers were underpaid. Most teachers married rich and taught for a hobby. The students rarely got the opportunity to experience a memorable relationship with education, but Kari made it her mission to change that.
Because she was young and unmarried with a strong sense of change, she was immediately disliked by her coworkers. She grew to pity their lives instead of watching in sorrow. Her students had the highest grades, standardized test scores, and overall success. That was no coincidence and it didnât go unnoticed. If Kari wasnât good at anything else she knew that she was a wonderful teacher. Years of watching and modeling her grandmother instilled that in her. She remembered her everyday.
âWhatâs going? Howâd this happen?â Kari met the frantic parents as soon as she arrived at the hospital.
âDuring her lunch hour she wandered off to a tree and fell several feet from the ground.â The gasps from Ninaâs parents troubled Kari. She hated bad news and bad things in general.
âIâm very sorry that this happened. Iâll go now, but I wanted to ensure that Nina was safely taken to the hospital.â Kari spoke again. Not really sure what else she could provide to these poor girlsâ parents.
Ninaâs mother spoke again. âThank you for riding with her. She hates hospitals and probably would have passed out if she had to go alone.â Even though the shakiness, Kari understood every word. These were the moments that made her restless nights worth it.
Kari reached her hand to Ninaâs mom, and looked at both parents, âSheâs a very sweet girl. Theyâll take great care of her.â With her final comment she began to frantically rush out the hospital herself. She hated hospitals just as much. With the amount of dried blood on her own clothes she knew that it wouldnât be long before her own panic attack started.
Kari didnât care about who she was running past, she just knew that she needed fresh air before she began to hyperventilate. The memories of finding her own grandparents in pools of blood haunted her. Drunk drivers collided with their car and drove away, killing both of the people who raised her.
âKari?â
âOh shit. Kari. Breathe.â
âBreathe.â
Erik took in the scene in front of him. There was no way this was yet another coincidence. This was going to be the one that one that Kill was going to play with.
With guided breaths and some gentle touches of encouragement, Kari was able to control her breathing. Sheâs not sure when she realized that it was Dr. Stevens she had been talking to, but at least it saved her the embarrassment of passing out in the middle of the road. She hadnât thought about the fact that she was in the doctorâs proximity.
Between the wails of her student and the acquisition of her own trauma, she didnât have much time to think about Erik.
âItâs alright Kitten.â
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I have never been so flabbergasted by a post until now and I am not going to be as nice as the above folks. There is so much wrong with this kind of mentality and I am very much going to nitpick most of it.
You are not being forced to like any ships. What you are implying with this post is that people are wrong for even so much as using canon material to justify their ships or using it at all. That is, to put it simply, childish at best and straight up cruel to fandom culture overall.
"Leave canon alone" your blog is filled to the brim with both canon and fanon content, you saying that makes you hypocritical. Any form of headcanons or character usage take directly from canon or are inspired by canon because it is the blueprint in the first place. By asking the fandom to "leave canon alone" you are saying there shouldn't be a fandom at all.
"It pushes people away from the community" @/lietpolski said a lot of good points! Especially about that kind of behavior not happening in the recent years, since earlier fandom was definitely hostile about ship wars and it was an unwelcoming environment. You rarely see that anymore.
In fact, do you want to know what drives people away from Hetalia nowadays and keeps them fearful of ridicule? POSTS LIKE THIS. By publicly shaming people for even so much as using canon as inspiration you are barring them from the freedom of expression. By mentioning popular ships and deeming them as problematic you are demonizing the ships from any other interpretation and generalizing shippers.
I'm not even going to entertain what was said about UsUk and Spamano because those shippers have heard enough accusations as is, not every shipper enjoys the problematic aspects behind those ships and typically DO separate from canon just like you say they should. You would know that if you interacted with a majority of those shippers or even looked in the tags.. but instead, you have taken canon material and a hypothetical situation that may or may not have happened and assumed. I have not seen anybody say something so bold on main in YEARS about that kind of Spamano or UsUk content unless you count a small fraction of fics on AO3 and maybe a once in a blue moon post on here. So you're just turning gears at this point. I've seen more hate over Spamano and UsUk being "problematic" than I have actual problematic content from shippers. It's been that way since 2020 since people keep hopping on the hate train.
Funny enough, Spamano is indirectly canon just as much as SuFin or CzechSlovak (those ships aren't fully canon either and are more implied). Spain proposed to Romano and Romano said as long as he gets taken care of he's fine with it. Spain however took it as a rejection. So there's canon. I hope you follow it as much as you say others should.
Hetalia canon isn't some saint, either. I shouldn't even have to explain the implications that both Spain and France are sh/tacons. Himaruya isn't some idol, and neither are his works. By treating canon as some virtuous content you are ignoring a lot of his mistakes and a lot of his misinformation. Are you going to fight those strips? Or just accept them? I don't think you should fight him over it. (Sarcasm).
If you really had nothing against shippers or headcanons you wouldn't have made this post and worded it in such a way that implies people are doing wrong for using canon to create content they enjoy. You are a blog who recently became very popular with polls and fandom engagement. You are very aware of your reach and influence. By posting disheartening shit like this for everybody to see you are collectively affecting people.
We're in 2023. Why the fuck are posts like this still floating around and being used to shame and berate people for doing what they want. You've been in this fandom longer than I have, and yet you lack respect for other people's interpretations and what they do. If it is that much of a problem use your big adult block button. Mute tags. This is an absurd take I'd expect to see from a young teen on TikTok, not a full grown adult. Y'all have got to stop shaming people over HETALIA in 2023. You are pointing one finger at others while 4 more are pointing back at yourself.
Just voicing my opinion here
Something that has always bothered me is when people force their ships into cannon and make up things that are taken out of context or just never happened. I feel this was for all media in general. Not just hetalia but Iâm using Hetalia as prime example because Iâm a hetalia blog.
Now Iâm not saying I donât like when people ship that is fine and people can of course do whatever they want. Iâm talking when they take a screen shot of 2 characters together on screen and say something like âomg they looked at each other they are so in loveâ like you donât have to do that. Make up your own storylines leave cannon alone. I especially donât like it when itâs two characters who clearly dislike each other and it is forced to âbe soâ if you get what Iâm saying. Like if someone says they hate that person maybe just understand that they hate them in cannon but it may not be so in your fannon. It might stem from being Ace but when I enter a fandom and there are already pre established ships that everyone must agree on or face wrath itâs just never good. I have only just started having a ship in hetalia after being in the fandom for almost 10 years and itâs something I have always hated. Not to mention it pushes people away from a community. Itâs like we should enjoy the show at face value and then in our fan works do whatever we want. If the creator says âyouâre reading too much into it itâs just not there.â then just accept that.
Hetalia for example the only confirmed relationships we have are Sweden & Finland, Austria & Hungary and Czech and Slovakia. Everything other than that is just searching for things that are not there. Like you can say Germany and Italy are in love all you want. But it does not change that in cannon they are just friends. How do I know this? Because the creator said so. But it doesnât change we can make our own fan works to make it that way. We should leave his material alone there.
Another one I truly cannot stand and have never understood and will never understand and just donât want to is when people use the source to justify ships like America and England or Spain and Romano. Like if we use the source what we have are Spain and England Raising them from little babies. Like that just gives me the ick and major grooming vibes. I got nothing against these ships in practice but once you start screenshooting a baby America hugging England and saying they are in love. I do not like that. Same with Romano when he literally pisses the bed and runs to ask Spain for help and people say that theyâre in love itâs just yucky disgusting. Like how about itâs a little boy who just pissed the bed and we leave it right there. And just do whatever you want outside of cannon but when you use these tools to push your narrative itâs not good like at all. But Iâm just saying leave cannon be. We donât have to search for things in the source material. I personally respect Himas work and when he says âno sorry theyâre only friendsâ I donât think you can fight him on that. He created it he knows what heâs decided for the characters. But if you want to make your own fictions on the side the sky is of course the limit.
I hope this came across how I wanted it. Again I have nothing against head cannons or shipping in general.
#Also sorry for jumping on your post Squishy I agree with your tags as well!!!#This is seriously such an insane opinion filled with hypocrisy and irony to openly express where others can see it#You knew what you were posting and you knew the response it would get#HETALIA ITSELF IS PROBLEMATIC Y'ALL. YOU ARE NOT A SAINT FOR CONSUMING IT DIFFERENTLY THAN ANOTHER PERSON!!!#I've been trying to distance myself from the fandom for a reason#Posts like these leave bitter and distasteful flavors in my mouth it makes me feel exhausted just reading them#Especially when they come from people who should know better than to shame others over silly and trivial things#Anyways no more I added my two cents#hetalia#tw: discourse#tw: fandom discourse#long post
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a lot of people seem to use Entry #61 as 'proof' for the crux of the "Brian didn't care about Tim, he was Taking Advantage of Tim's conditions and Forcing him to work as part of totheark" thing, but honestly when you think about it there's no possible way Brian could have possibly orchestrated that series of events, like you almost have to interpret that as a baffling group of coincidences
#N posts stuff#mh lb#it's not like Brian has loads of mutual friends that he could ask to call Tim out one night; Tim's departure right as Brian showed up#just has to be a coincidence ; second yes. Brian does steal Tim's meds & that's a dick move but it's almost safe to assume#that Tim and Brian had been sharing prescriptions back in S1 - that's why the pills were at Brian's house that time Jay broke in#even if Tim no longer remembers that agreement it's not like Brian is brimming with other options so i can see the throughline of it#but there's NO way that Brian knew that 1) Tim was going to immediately turn around and come back home OR#2) be in the throes of an attack when he did so ; there's no Possible way he planned for that -- even if you Could assume that like. what#Brian 'knows' the operator is following him & Somehow orchestrated an encounter 1) no that doesn't make any sense and#2) that Still doesn't make any sense bc Tim has been Plenty Close to the Operator before w/ almost no negative effects (like in#Entry 17 when it's Right behind him) so there's no possible way Brian could have predicted that would unfold this way#sure it's weird he sets up the camera in the closet before Tim comes back but that Could Have been something unrelated#after all sometimes Brian DOES deliberately put himself on camera so someone knows he's responsible for something#or maybe he even planned to leave the camera there for later but it doesn't make Sense to interpret that as him Knowing what would happen#like don't get me wrong i'm not trying to say Brian is a pinnacle of ethics and moral behavior lmfao but also it's like#a kind of incomprehensible argument to make that he was Responsible for Triggering Tim's seizure that night when for all the#information Brian had on hand when he broke in he'd think Tim probably wouldn't be back home until much later#(''but the Creators Clearly intended'' yeah sure but since the creators also failed to establish a coherent series of events that SHOW#it then like. the intent doesn't matter anymore; sure they scripted the events in close succession but that doesn't mean they#scripted Intent & if they meant to then they did a bad job portraying it to the point the supposed intent is meaningless sorry lmao)#and EVEN IF you get this far and you're Still like 'but tim went after Jay and Brian would've Known he'd do that' like. no he wouldn't#because in Entry 18 when we see Tim have a seizure the first thing he does when jay approaches him after it is Run Away#so Again there's no consistent throughline of behaviors that Brian could have Possibly known about to orchestrate jack shit
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Having a post get popular enough to be independently reblogged by someone you follow but aren't mutuals with is. Wild
#yes it was the sex poll obvs#given the person is a minor i'm very glad they picked answer one lmao#like i do think minors in general are allowed to want and even have sex (with each other obvs) but when it's a minor i personally follow it#would just make me feel pretty weird lmao. like on a personal level ya feel? i mean when u reach an even closer level it becomes not weird#again like my dear friend ness (17yo) who afaik doesn't actually HAVE any sex but occasionally wants to and i support her hot girl summer.#but as stated this person barely knows i exist i just follow his blog (i used they earlier but this was incorrect but tumblr won't let me e#edit the tag đ) and he's 16yo so seeing him talk about wanting and/or having sex would have been. uncomfortable. like obvs he'd be allowed#to because my personal discomfort is no indication of morality but you get it. like if my big little cousin (she's 15 now by god the years#don't stop coming) were to talk about sex and stuff to me or within earshot i would ummm. throw myself out the window? but like i'd still t#try to be supportive and if push comes to shove then yes i would give her condoms đ cuz like if a minor wants sex i will not be able to sto#stop them lmao but i can at least try and make it somewhat safe y'know#actually i remembered i have literally given a 15yo a condom before lmao she's prolly over 20 now but like as the adult dormmate it was alm#almost like a responsibility y'know like what do you want me to DO?? let her get pregnant?? anyway enough tangent lmao#btw all this is also why in the poll i included 'too young' but didn't specify an age cuz that's individual y'know. some people are p late#bloomers (i was one) while others choose to have consensual sex by 14 y'know. not something i like to think about but that doesn't mean it#won't happen ya feel. i mean what am i the american education system? lmao. so some ppl have interpreted being 17 as too young but there's#also folks like this who clearly consider 16 old enough and that's defo ppl's good right. and again i usually don't mind just the fact that#he in particular is someone i already knew made it uncomfy. but anyway yea back on topic it's very interesting in general when your post#gets big enough to independently make it to ur dash thru a non mutual lmao. love the hellsite honestly where else amirite#personal#mine#ok to rb ig#like the actual body of the post anyway. i'd be pretty uncomfy if said person saw my tags on this cuz y'know it's kind vagueing even if it'#not negative but anyway. anyway#*kinda
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#a person I knew last year and is currently doing a study abroad semester (thankfully) is very pro-israel#and follows me on instagram (although I unfollowed her) and posted some stuff about the current genocide happening in Gaza on my story#including a tweet(?) about how âi donât need to check in on my Jewish friends right now because theyâre not zionistsâ because#I was so fed up with people talking about how you need to check in on your Jewish friends because they all have family and friends in Israel#and even if they donât itâs the Jewish homeland and itâs under threat! so reach out to your Jewish friends!#and like. no. it sucks that there are people dying but also Israel is very much an apartheid state and is responsible for all of this#I donât have a solution and I understand why a lot of Jews like the concept of a homeland because weâve been kicked out of almost every#country and persecuted basically everywhere. having a country that you know wonât turn against you would be great#but that country is not Israel#I donât support israel and I donât stand with Israel. it is actively committing genocide and therefore I am not a zionist#I got tired of the narrative that Jews should be checked on especially because nowhere was anyone saying that you should be checking in on#your Palestinian friends! like. it just showed what side you were on so blatantly and I got fed up and put a thing about it on my story#this person sent me a message in response to that and asked âhow would you define Zionism?â#and like. she knows where I stand. sheâs basically just asking for confirmation which I donât feel like giving her because thatâs just going#get into a debate that I donât feel like having because sheâs not going to change her mind
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think the disconnect between me and the animes anime people reccommend to me is that they always start off with 'do you watch anime' and i generally don't watch very many shows so i say 'not really' so then they try to get me to watch a really cool anime that they think will appeal to normal people who don't watch any animes but i only like watching really goofy harem anime
#our post comrade.#next time i'm going to say 'only hentai' and see what response i get to that. just kidding i would never say that#also in case you were wondering i think the appeal of harem to me is that most of the time nothing truly romantic actually happens despite#everyone being obsessed with the main guy. either that or i just wish i knew many hot women
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URGENT: đšđšEARN IT ACT IS BACK IN THE SENATE đšđš TUMBLRâS NSFW BAN HITTING THE ENTIRE INTERNET THIS SUMMER 2023
April 28, 2023
Iâm so sorry for the long post but please please please pay attention and spread this
What is the EARN IT Act?
The EARN IT Act (s. 1207) has been roundly condemned by nearly every major LGBTQ+ advocacy and human rights organization in the country.
This is the third time the Senate has been trying to force this through, and I talked about it last year. It is a bill that claims "protects children and victims against CSAM" by creating an unelected and politically appointed national commission of law enforcement specialists to dictate "best practices" that websites all across the nation will be forced to follow. (Keep in mind, most websites in the world are created in the US, so this has global ramifications). These "best practices" would include killing encryption so that any law enforcement can scan and see every single message, dm, photo, cloud storage, data, and any website you have every so much as glanced at. Contrary to popular belief, no they actually can't already do that. These "best practices" also create new laws for "removing CSAM" online, leading to mass censorship of non-CSAM content like what happened to tumblr. Keep in mind that groups like NCOSE, an anti-LGBT hate group, will be allowed on this commission. If websites don't follow these best practices, they lose their Section 230 protections, leading to mass censorship either way.
Section 230 is foundational to modern online communications. It's the entire reason social media exists. It grants legal protection to users and websites, and says that websites aren't responsible for what users upload online unless it's criminal. Without Section 230, websites are at the mercy of whatever bullshit regulatory laws any and every US state passes. Imagine if Texas and Florida were allowed to say what you can and can't publish and access online. That is what will happen if EARN IT passes. (For context, Trump wanted to get rid of Section 230 because he knew it would lead to mass govt surveillance and censorship of minorities online.)
This is really not a drill. Anyone who makes or consume anything âadultâ and LGBT online has to be prepared to fight Sen. Blumenthalâs EARN IT Act, brought back from the grave by a bipartisan consensus to destroy Section 230. If this bill passes, weâre going to see most, if not all, adult content and accounts removed from mainstream platforms. This will include anything related to LGBT content, including SFW fanfiction, for example. Youtube, Twitter, Reddit, Tiktok, Tumblr, all of them will be completely gutted of anything related to LGBT content, abortion healthcare, resources for victims of any type of abuse, etc. It is a right-wing fascists wet dream, which is why NCOSE is behind this bill and why another name for this bill is named in reference to NCOSE.
NCOSE used to be named Morality in Media, and has rebranded into an "anti-trafficking" organization. They are a hate group that has made millions off of being "against trafficking" while helping almost no victims and pushing for homophobic laws globally. They have successfully pushing the idea that any form of sexual expression, including talking about HEALTH, leads to sex trafficking. That's how SESTA passed. Their goal is to eliminate all sex, anything gay, and everything that goes against their idea of âGodâ from the internet and hyper disney-fy and sanitize it. This is a highly coordinated attack on multiple fronts.
The EARN IT Act will lead to mass online censorship and surveillance. Platforms will be forced to scan their usersâ communications and censor all sex-related content, including sex education, literally anything lgbt, transgender or non-binary education and support systems, aything related to abortion, and sex worker communication according to the ACLU. All this in the name of âprotecting kidsâ and âfighting CSAMâ, both of which the bill does nothing of the sort. In fact it makes fighting CSEM even harder.
EARN IT will open the way for politicians to define the category of âpornography" as they â or the lobbies that fund them â please. The same way that right-wing groups have successfully banned books about race and LGBT, are banning trans people from existing, all under the guise of protecting children from "grooming and exploitation", is how they will successfully censor the internet.
As long as state legislatures can tie in "fighting CSAM" to their bullshit laws, they can use EARN IT to censor and surveill whatever they want.
This is already a nightmare enough. But the bill also DESTROYS ENCRYPTION, you know, the thing protecting literally anyone or any govt entity from going into your private messages and emails and anything on your devices and spying on you.
This bill is going to finish what FOSTA/SESTA started. And that should terrify you.
Senator Blumenthal (Same guy who said âFacebook should ban finstaâ) pushed this bill all of 2020, literally every activist (There were more than half a million signatures on this site opposing this act!) pushed hard to stop this bill. Now he brings it back, doesnât show the text of the bill until hours later, and itâs WORSE. Instead of fixing literally anything in the bill that might actually protect kids online, Bluemnthal is hoping to fast track this and shove it through, hoping to get little media attention other than propaganda of âprotecting kidsâ to support this shitty legislation that will harm kids. Blumental doesn't care about protecting anyone, and only wants his name in headlines.
It will make CSAM much much worse.
One of the many reasons this bill is so dangerous: It totally misunderstands how Section 230 works, and in doing so (as with FOSTA) it is likely to make the very real problem of CSAM worse, not better. Section 230 gives companies the flexibility to try different approaches to dealing with various content moderation challenges. It allows for greater and greater experimentation and adjustments as they learn what works â without fear of liability for any âfailure.â Removing Section 230 protections does the opposite. It says if you do anything, you may face crippling legal liability. This actually makes companies less willing to do anything that involves trying to seek out, take down, and report CSAM because of the greatly increased liability that comes with admitting that there is CSAM on your platform to search for and deal with. This liability would allow anyone for any reason to sue any platform they want, suing smaller ones out of existence. Look at what is happening right now with book bans across the nation with far right groups. This is going to happen to the internet if this bill passes.
(Remember, the state department released a report in December 2021 recommending that the government crack down on âobscenityâ as hard the Reagan Administration did. If this bill passes, it could easily go way beyond shit red states are currently trying. It is a goldmine for the fascist right that is currently in the middle of banning every book that talks about race and sexuality across the US.)
The reason these bills keep showing up is because there is this false lie spread by organizations like NCOSE that platforms do nothing about CSEM online. However, platforms are already liable for child sexual exploitation under federal law. Tech companies sent more than 45 million+ instances of CSAM to the DOJ in 2019 alone, most of which they declined to investigate. This shows that platforms are actually doing everything in their power already to stop CSEM by following already existing laws. The Earn It Act includes zero resources for proven investigation or prevention programs. If Senator Bluementhal actually cared about protecting youth, why wouldnât he include anything to actually protect them in his shitty horrible bill? EARN IT is actually likely to make prosecuting child molesters more difficult since evidence collected this way likely violates the Fourth Amendment and would be inadmissible in court.
I donât know why so many Senators are eager to cosponsor the âmake child pornography worseâ bill, but here we are.
HOW TO FIGHT BACK
EARN IT Act was introduced just two weeks ago and is already being fast-tracked. It will be marked up the week of May 1st and head to the Senate floor immediately after. If there is no loud and consistent opposition, it will be law by JUNE! Most bills never go to markup, so this means they are putting pressure to move this through. There are already 20 co-sponsors, a fifth of the entire Senate. This is an uphill battle and it is very much all hands on deck.
CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES.
This website takes you to your Senator / House members contact info. EMAIL, MESSAGE, SEND LETTERS, CALL CALL CALL CALL CALL. Calling is the BEST way to get a message through. Get your family and friends to send calls too. This is literally the end of free speech online.
(202) 224-3121Â connects you to the congressional hotline. Here is a call script if you don't know what to say. Call them every day. Even on the weekends, leaving voicemails are fine.
2. Sign these petitions!
Link to Petition 1
Link to Petition 2
3. SPREAD THE WORD ONLINE
If you have any social media, spread this online. One of the best ways we fought back against this last year was MASSIVE spread online. Tiktok, reddit, twitter, discord, whatever means you have at least mention it. We could see most social media die out by this fall if we don't fight back.
Here is a linktree with more information on this bill including a masterpost of articles, the links to petitions, and the call script.
DISCORD LINKÂ IF YOU WANT TO HELP FIGHT IT
TLDR: The EARN IT Act will lead to online censorship of any and all adult & lgbt content across the entire internet, open the floodgates to mass surveillance the likes which we havenât seen before, lead to much more CSEM being distributed online, and destroy encryption. Call 202-224-3121 to connect to your house and senate representative and tell them to VOTE NO on this bill that does not protect anyone and harms everyone.
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A Guide to Historically Accurate Regency-Era Names
I recently received a message from a historical romance writer asking if I knew any good resources for finding historically accurate Regency-era names for their characters.
Not knowing any off the top of my head, I dug around online a bit and found there really isnât much out there. The vast majority of search results were Buzzfeed-style listicles which range from accurate-adjacent to really, really, really bad.
I did find a few blog posts with fairly decent name lists, but noticed that even these have very little indication as to each nameâs relative popularity as those statistical breakdowns really don't exist.
I began writing up a response with this information, but then I (being a research addict who was currently snowed in after a blizzard) thought hey - if there arenât any good resources out there why not make one myself?
As I lacked any compiled data to work from, I had to do my own data wrangling on this project. Due to this fact, I limited the scope to what I thought would be the most useful for writers who focus on this era, namely - people of a marriageable age living in the wealthiest areas of London.
So with this in mind - I went through period records and compiled the names of 25,000 couples who were married in the City of Westminster (which includes Mayfair, St. James and Hyde Park) between 1804 to 1821.
So letâs see what all that data tells usâŠ
To begin - I think itâs hard for us in the modern world with our wide and varied abundance of first names to conceive of just how POPULAR popular names of the past were.
If you were to take a modern sample of 25-year-old (born in 1998) American women, the most common name would be Emily with 1.35% of the total population. If you were to add the next four most popular names (Hannah, Samantha, Sarah and Ashley) these top five names would bring you to 5.5% of the total population. (source: Social Security Administration)
If you were to do the same survey in Regency London - the most common name would be Mary with 19.2% of the population. Add the next four most popular names (Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah and Jane) and with just 5 names you would have covered 62% of all women.
To hit 62% of the population in the modern survey it would take the top 400 names.
The top five Regency menâs names (John, William, Thomas, James and George) have nearly identical statistics as the womenâs names.
I struggled for the better part of a week with how to present my findings, as a big list in alphabetical order really fails to get across the popularity factor and also isnât the most tumblr-compatible format. And then my YouTube homepage recommended a random video of someone ranking all the books theyâd read last year - and so I presentâŠ
The Regency Name Popularity Tier List
The Tiers
S+ - 10% of the population or greater. There is no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. 52% of the population had one of these 7 names.
S - 2-10%. There is still no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. Names in this percentage range in the past have included Mary and William in the 1880s and Jennifer in the late 1970s (topped out at 4%).
A - 1-2%. The top five modern names usually fall in this range. Kids with these names would probably include their last initial in class to avoid confusion. (1998 examples: Emily, Sarah, Ashley, Michael, Christopher, Brandon.)
B - .3-1%. Very common names. Would fall in the top 50 modern names. You would most likely know at least 1 person with these names. (1998 examples: Jessica, Megan, Allison, Justin, Ryan, Eric)
C - .17-.3%. Common names. Would fall in the modern top 100. You would probably know someone with these names, or at least know of them. (1998 examples: Chloe, Grace, Vanessa, Sean, Spencer, Seth)
D - .06-.17%. Less common names. In the modern top 250. You may not personally know someone with these names, but youâre aware of them. (1998 examples: Faith, Cassidy, Summer, Griffin, Dustin, Colby)
E - .02-.06%. Uncommon names. Youâre aware these are names, but they are not common. Unusual enough they may be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Calista, Skye, Precious, Fabian, Justice, Lorenzo)
F - .01-.02%. Rare names. You may have heard of these names, but you probably donât know anyone with one. Extremely unusual, and would likely be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Emerald, Lourdes, Serenity, Dario, Tavian, Adonis)
G - Very rare names. There are only a handful of people with these names in the entire country. Youâve never met anyone with this name.
H - Virtually non-existent. Names that theoretically could have existed in the Regency period (their original source pre-dates the early 19th century) but I found fewer than five (and often no) period examples of them being used in Regency England. (Example names taken from romance novels and online Regency name lists.)
Just to once again reinforce how POPULAR popular names were before we get to the tier lists - statistically, in a ballroom of 100 people in Regency London: 80 would have names from tiers S+/S. An additional 15 people would have names from tiers A/B and C. 4 of the remaining 5 would have names from D/E. Only one would have a name from below tier E.
Women's Names
S+ Mary, Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah     Â
S - Jane, Mary Ann+, Hannah, Susannah, Margaret, Catherine, Martha, Charlotte, Maria
A - Frances, Harriet, Sophia, Eleanor, Rebecca
B - Alice, Amelia, Bridget~, Caroline, Eliza, Esther, Isabella, Louisa, Lucy, Lydia, Phoebe, Rachel, Susan
C - Ellen, Fanny*, Grace, Henrietta, Hester, Jemima, Matilda, Priscilla
D - Abigail, Agnes, Amy, Augusta, Barbara, Betsy*, Betty*, Cecilia, Christiana, Clarissa, Deborah, Diana, Dinah, Dorothy, Emily, Emma, Georgiana, Helen, Janet^, Joanna, Johanna, Judith, Julia, Kezia, Kitty*, Letitia, Nancy*, Ruth, Winifred>
E - Arabella, Celia, Charity, Clara, Cordelia, Dorcas, Eve, Georgina, Honor, Honora, Jennet^, Jessie*^, Joan, Joyce, Juliana, Juliet, Lavinia, Leah, Margery, Marian, Marianne, Marie, Mercy, Miriam, Naomi, Patience, Penelope, Philadelphia, Phillis, Prudence, Rhoda, Rosanna, Rose, Rosetta, Rosina, Sabina, Selina, Sylvia, Theodosia, Theresa
F - (selected) Alicia, Bethia, Euphemia, Frederica, Helena, Leonora, Mariana, Millicent, Mirah, Olivia, Philippa, Rosamund, Sybella, Tabitha, Temperance, Theophila, Thomasin, Tryphena, Ursula, Virtue, Wilhelmina
G - (selected) Adelaide, Alethia, Angelina, Cassandra, Cherry, Constance, Delilah, Dorinda, Drusilla, Eva, Happy, Jessica, Josephine, Laura, Minerva, Octavia, Parthenia, Theodora, Violet, Zipporah
H - Alberta, Alexandra, Amber, Ashley, Calliope, Calpurnia, Chloe, Cressida, Cynthia, Daisy, Daphne, Elaine, Eloise, Estella, Lilian, Lilias, Francesca, Gabriella, Genevieve, Gwendoline, Hermione, Hyacinth, Inez, Iris, Kathleen, Madeline, Maude, Melody, Portia, Seabright, Seraphina, Sienna, Verity
Men's Names
S+ John, William, Thomas
S -Â James, George, Joseph, Richard, Robert, Charles, Henry, Edward, Samuel
A - Benjamin, (Motherâs/Grandmotherâs maiden name used as first name)#
B - Alexander^, Andrew, Daniel, David>, Edmund, Francis, Frederick, Isaac, Matthew, Michael, Patrick~, Peter, Philip, Stephen, Timothy
C - Abraham, Anthony, Christopher, Hugh>, Jeremiah, Jonathan, Nathaniel, Walter
D - Adam, Arthur, Bartholomew, Cornelius, Dennis, Evan>, Jacob, Job, Josiah, Joshua, Lawrence, Lewis, Luke, Mark, Martin, Moses, Nicholas, Owen>, Paul, Ralph, Simon
E - Aaron, Alfred, Allen, Ambrose, Amos, Archibald, Augustin, Augustus, Barnard, Barney, Bernard, Bryan, Caleb, Christian, Clement, Colin, Duncan^, Ebenezer, Edwin, Emanuel, Felix, Gabriel, Gerard, Gilbert, Giles, Griffith, Harry*, Herbert, Humphrey, Israel, Jabez, Jesse, Joel, Jonas, Lancelot, Matthias, Maurice, Miles, Oliver, Rees, Reuben, Roger, Rowland, Solomon, Theophilus, Valentine, Zachariah
F - (selected) Abel, Barnabus, Benedict, Connor, Elijah, Ernest, Gideon, Godfrey, Gregory, Hector, Horace, Horatio, Isaiah, Jasper, Levi, Marmaduke, Noah, Percival, Shadrach, Vincent
G - (selected) Albion, Darius, Christmas, Cleophas, Enoch, Ethelbert, Gavin, Griffin, Hercules, Hugo, Innocent, Justin, Maximilian, Methuselah, Peregrine, Phineas, Roland, Sebastian, Sylvester, Theodore, Titus, Zephaniah
H - Albinus, Americus, Cassian, Dominic, Eric, Milo, Rollo, Trevor, Tristan, Waldo, Xavier
# Men were sometimes given a family surname (most often their mother's or grandmother's maiden name) as their first name - the most famous example of this being Fitzwilliam Darcy. If you were to combine all surname-based first names as a single 'name' this is where the practice would rank.
*Rank as a given name, not a nickname
+If you count Mary Ann as a separate name from Mary - Mary would remain in S+ even without the Mary Anns included
~Primarily used by people of Irish descent
^Primarily used by people of Scottish descent
>Primarily used by people of Welsh descent
I was going to continue on and write about why Regency-era first names were so uniform, discuss historically accurate surnames, nicknames, and include a little guide to finding 'unique' names that are still historically accurate - but this post is already very, very long, so that will have to wait for a later date.
If anyone has any questions/comments/clarifications in the meantime feel free to message me.
Methodology notes: All data is from marriage records covering six parishes in the City of Westminster between 1804 and 1821. The total sample size was 50,950 individuals.
I chose marriage records rather than births/baptisms as I wanted to focus on individuals who were adults during the Regency era rather than newborns. I think many people make the mistake when researching historical names by using baby name data for the year their story takes place rather than 20 to 30 years prior, and I wanted to avoid that. If you are writing a story that takes place in 1930 you donât want to research the top names for 1930, you need to be looking at 1910 or earlier if you are naming adult characters.
I combined (for my own sanity) names that are pronounced identically but have minor spelling differences: i.e. the data for Catherine also includes Catharines and Katherines, Susannah includes Susannas, Phoebe includes Phebes, etc.
The compound 'Mother's/Grandmother's maiden name used as first name' designation is an educated guesstimate based on what I recognized as known surnames, as I do not hate myself enough to go through 25,000+ individuals and confirm their mother's maiden names. So if the tally includes any individuals who just happened to be named Fitzroy/Hastings/Townsend/etc. because their parents liked the sound of it and not due to any familial relations - my bad.
I did a small comparative survey of 5,000 individuals in several rural communities in Rutland and Staffordshire (chosen because they had the cleanest data I could find and I was lazy) to see if there were any significant differences between urban and rural naming practices and found the results to be very similar. The most noticeable difference I observed was that the S+ tier names were even MORE popular in rural areas than in London. In Rutland between 1810 and 1820 Elizabeths comprised 21.4% of all brides vs. 15.3% in the London survey. All other S+ names also saw increases of between 1% and 6%. I also observed that the rural communities I surveyed saw a small, but noticeable and fairly consistent, increase in the use of names with Biblical origins.
Sources of the records I used for my survey:Â
Ancestry.com. England & Wales Marriages, 1538-1988 [database on-line].
Ancestry.com. Westminster, London, England, Church of England Marriages and Banns, 1754-1935 [database on-line].
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â heaven's fury
- gojo satoru x reader
sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again
genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! itâs self-indulgent toođ€
note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
âSukuna's vessel is a threatâ he must be executed as soon as possible!â
âThe more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!â
âGojo, you can't delay his sentence any longerâ!â
Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.
The jujutsu world he lives in⊠is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.
Apparently not.
âGojo-sensei? You look scary...â
Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.
. . .
âSatoru, oh, you're home already!â
At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminderâof his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.
âSatoru...?â
And it's because of their weakness that Suguruâ
âSatoru, are youâ?â
âJust fucking shut it!â
And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling yourâhisâprecious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.
âHuhâŠ?â
Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder wasâ is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?
If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smileâ kind of forced, to his dismay. âWelcome home, Satoru.â
Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.
There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.
But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.
Damn it. Damn it all!
In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.
Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.
You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.
Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.
After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.
âSatoru.â You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. âSatoru? You can't be asleep.â
ââŠâ No answer. Okay, let's try something else.
âHoney, talk to me? Hmm?â you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.
ââŠâ This shithead. That's it.
âSatoru, my tummy hurtsââ
âWhat?â In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. âWhat hurtsââ
Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldnât crash into the headboardâhis blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.
âYou good?â he made a face upon realizing your ruse.
âYou wonât talk to me otherwise,â you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. âSatoru⊠whatâs wrong?â
Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. âItâs nothing,â he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.
You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.
âThere, thereâŠâ you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. âFeel better now?â
He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.
And after a while...
â...âm sorry for yelling at you...â he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. âDidnât mean it.â
The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.
âMm-hmm, I know.â
âReally.â
âMmm, really, really.â
He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. âOur baby loves being held like this too,â you giggled fondly. âYou big baby⊠youâre just like him.â
Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.
âWhenever youâre ready, talk to me, yes?â
And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.
âThey're just some paranoid old foolsââ
âMm-hmm.â
ââstinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the timeââ
âHehâ now that's just plain disrespect.â
âYuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,â Satoru grumbled sullenly. âThey didn't even teach him a thing and incapable toâ how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?â
...oh.
And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.
First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the mostâwhich still haunted him to this day.
And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.
It made something inside you flutter.
âSatoru...â you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. âYouâre ... a kind person.â
âHuh?â
âYou take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,â you mused. âJust look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.â
Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.
But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to himâ
âAnd as your wife, Iâm... proud of you.â
The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.
The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.
âSweets, Iââ he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. âI...â
You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.
Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.
ââŠlove you,â he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pinkâand you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being hornyâ
But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your bodyâ it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.
And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glitteryâsomehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.
âI wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.â
And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.
âYou feel that bad, huh?â you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.
âI am,â he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. âBecause if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.â
âHmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...â
At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.
âNo, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!â
Epilogue
Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.
"Satoru... what are you...?"
He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."
However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.
"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."
When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.
"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harderâ"
"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."
Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered over your babyâ
"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare youâ!"
...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.
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One Single Thread of Gold
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as readerâs background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated đ
The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.
âI saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleevesâthey would look great with it. Itâs tres boho chic.â
JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.
âDid you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?â
âWait, what?â Emily interjected.
He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. âYeah, yeah. Thereâs an article written about it in Vogueâsoftness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.â
They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.
Penelope was the first to break the silence. âVogue?â
âKid, what gives? Just the other time, you didnât know how many shoes a woman owns and now youâre some kind of expert?â Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.
âDid not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?â Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.
âWhat?â Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. âIâI like to read.â A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.
The three women shared a look.
âBut you read academic textbooks and classic literature,â JJ stated.
Penelope added on. âNot fashion magazines.â
He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. âI donât discriminate when it comes to reading. If itâs interestingââ he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. ââIâll read it.â
Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasnât the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.
âOkay, see you tomorrow!â he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.
She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy geniusâ erratic behavior. âHuh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?â
âMaybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.â Morgan shrugged.
The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasnât far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldnât shake the feeling that there was something else.
So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. Sheâll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.
âââ
Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his motherâyou.
âSpence?â You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. âIs that you, baby?â
âHey, love. I missed you,â he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.
You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfumeâthe same scent youâve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. âI missed you too. How was your day?â
âBetter now with you,â his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. âActually, I almost slipped up today.â
You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.
âYeah? Did any of them catch on?â you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.
He laughed, finding your aggression cute. âNo. At least, I donât think so.â
âMaybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,â you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. âI mean, weâve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while youâre away. Which is a lie, by the wayââ
âI have plants!â he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.
ââthat I brought over, Spence,â you quipped back. âBut donât worry, I wonât spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.â
There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. âLove, I wouldnât exactly call you naiveââ his voice going an octave lower. âânot when youâre looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.â
Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheekâa stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.
Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when heâs on his knees tasting nectar from the source.
The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bedâonly the cries of his and your name and moans of âyesâ echoed well into the night.
***
The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meantâluxury label and priced well above their pay grade.
She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldnât dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.
âReid, thatâs a really nice sweater,â she complimented, throwing in her bait.
He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. âYeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.â
Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. âCan I see it?â she innocently asked.
The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to herâstill warm from body temperature.
Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.
âWhat is it, baby girl?â Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. âItâs Reidâs new sweater. Are you seeing something Iâm not seeing?â
Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?
âHuh,â Emily surmised. âBased on the fibers, itâs definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?â
âIt says here on the tagâ100% virgin wool,â she read out loud. âThat makes it very expensive, right Garcia?â
The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. âRight you are, girlfriends! But itâs not only that, thisââ pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. ââthis is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollarsââ they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. âânow why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?â
With his vast intellect, he couldnât think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldnât very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question âfrom who?â He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.
When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.
âHey Spence, I got you something,â you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing itâs other half.
You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. âHere you go!â
âA new sweater!â He exclaimed.
You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. âI noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new oneââ your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. âânot that her gift wasnât great! No, it was very cute! Itâs justâI want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.â
He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about itâs nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.
He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. âI love it. Thank you.â
âItâs nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,â you reasoned. âPlus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.â
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.
âOkay,â Morgan drawled. âWhatâs got you smiling, Pretty boy?â
âNothing,â he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.
âWe have a case,â Hotch announced.
The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reidâs irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.
âHeâs been acting weird,â Garcia rushed out. âDefinitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?â
Emily nodded. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âA girl?â JJ guessed.
âYes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,â Garcia surmised. âDo you think heâll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?â
âFurther?â Emily clarified.
JJ laughed. âProbably, letâs wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?â
She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.
***
The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.
âCold Alaska is so not good for my skin,â she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. âI love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasnât it.â
Morgan chuckled. âAw câmon baby girl, donât tell me you didnât enjoy our time together?â
âYou, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,â Penelope turned to the other female profilers. âMy beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.â
Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.
âReid, since when do you carry lotion?â Emily inquired.
He shrugged. âHand cream has itâs benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on itâs properties, it can also repair and undo damage.â
The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.
âWe know that,â JJ stated. âWe just thought you didnât.â
His brows furrowed. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âWell, besides from the fact that youâve never shown interest about skincare before, isnât it a stereotype for men not to know? Unlessââ Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.
âUnless you have a girlfriend that we donât know about,â Garcia bounced on her seat.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Spencerâs eyes widened in alarm. He didnât realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. âWhat makes you say that?â
They laughed.
JJ started. âBesides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashionââ
ââor having a pricey sweater youâd never buy for yourselfââ Emily added on.
âOr, orââ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. ââhaving a shea butter lotion with rough hands!â She waved the tube up in the air. âPlus, this is half empty. So either itâs not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!â
Derek chuckled. âBaby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.â
âOh tell me something I donât know,â she quipped back. âSo Reid, want to tell us the truth?â
He sighed, finding no escape. âYes, yes I have a girlfriend.â
The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!
âLooks like that cat is out of the bag,â Rossi nonchalantly stated.
Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. âRossi, you knew about this and didnât tell me?â Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.
He laughed. âI caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over hereââ nodded in Reidâs direction. ââbegged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?â
âSix months ago?â Emily repeated.
âWait, wait. Hotch, donât tell me you also knew?â Morgan asked.
The unit chief smiled. âShe was added to Reidâs emergency contact last February.â
âFebruary? Thatâs almost a year ago!â JJ sputtered out.
The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. âReid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.â
âWhat about hearing it all from her, instead?â He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partnerâhopefully until the end of time. âShe wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.â
All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.
âMy man,â Derek sighed. âCanât believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.â
âAnswer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?â Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.
âThe prettiest,â Spencer gushed out. âSheâs my own personal sunshine.â
The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.
âShe makes you sappy too,â Derek teased.
***
[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]
Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.
Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. âYou okay there, lover boy? Sheâs still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?â
âYeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.â
Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. âYou know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldnât be sitting here worrying.â
âWhatâno Garcia, I donât want her tracked plus she didnât want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,â his voice going up an octave in your defense.
She shrugged. âIâm just saying. I mean we donât know a single thing about herââ
âWe do know she exists and youâve been together for almost a year now,â Emily interjected.
âActually, itâs been more than yearâone year and 124 days to be exact.â
âButtercup, all Iâm saying is we donât even know how she looksââ Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. âOh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bagâI wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.â
âOh sheâs pretty,â JJ noted.
Derek smirked. âBaby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her âcause I wouldnât mind asking for her number.â
The tech analystâs eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.
âYou werenât kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,â JJ appraised.
Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. âIt looks high quality, probably vintage andâis she going near us?â
âOh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!â Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derekâs arm.
The stranger stopped behind Spencer. âHey handsome,â your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. âFancy seeing you here.â
Penelopeâs jaw dropped as she took in Derekâs flustered reaction.
âMe?â He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for himâthe ladies man of the BAU.
You laughed. âWell, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mineââ you bent down, kissing your boyfriendâs cheek. âHey, Spence.â
A series of gasps were heard all around the table.
The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. âHey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.â
âI missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,â you explained as he helped you into your seat.
Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yoursâall attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.
He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.
Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but hereâspecifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found itâs way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three timesâcommunicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.
The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.
âOkay, Spence,â she smiled. âMind introducing us to your girlfriend?â
He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. âThis is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morganââ he gestured to each one. âEmily, JJ, and Garcia.â
âItâs nice to finally meet you!â You exclaimed. âSo sorry weâre only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agentââ you nudged Spencerâs shoulder. ââwanted to keep me to himself. But whereâs Aaron and Dave?â
Emily whispered under her breath. âAaron? Dave?â
âThey had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,â Spencer explained.
âLove?â Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.
You nodded. âIâll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?â
âHowâd you two meet?â JJ asked.
âWhen was the first date?â Emily inquired.
Penelope brought out a pen and paper. âWhatâs you social security number?â
Derek snorted at that. âDo you have any other siblings?â
Spencerâs eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.
âShe has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,â Spencer laid out. âNo need to make it sound like an interrogation.â He was wishing to keep you forever, if youâd let him.
You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. âYeah?â
âYeah.â
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PAIRING: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x f! reader || WC: 900 CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Missionary Position/Mating Press. Overstimulation. Mentions of sub-space. Logan is an endearing tease.
Alright...Y'all know I just had to. If it wasn't already evident based on my previous posts, Wolverine is rotting my brain and Hugh Jackman snuck up on me in my sleep and slipped into my head again. I had to get this out of my system before I went insane lmao, and don't worry, I have longer pieces in mind for claw daddy. When writing this, I also imagined the X-Men version of Logan cause I loved the og movies, so this isn't the variant Logan from the Deadpool movie but imagine whichever version tickles your fancy! Thanks to @ozarkthedog for helping me pinpoint his characterization btw. <3
At times, Logan knew he could be a lot to handle. Not that he would really give a fuck most days, but he became more conscious of his presence when he met you. Softer, much more pliant in comparison to him, covered in hard muscle and rugged tendons. You didnât mind his intensity, much less his overbearing weight and heavy hand. In fact, you welcomed all of him and encouraged him to let loose and forget about his fears regarding how he handled you.
âIâm not made of glass, Logan. I can take it, trust me.â
You told him once, his eyes silently apprehensive as he glanced at you. He was always careful, always self-aware, and treated you with respect. You knew it would take much more convincing to get exactly what you wanted with your lover, who was too adamant about keeping Logan and Wolverine separated in your relationship. But just this once, you asked for his trust to try something else, something a little different.
Ultimately, you got what you wanted, but your curious ambition may have underestimated the situation.
Legs pinned above his broad shoulders, Loganâs hips hammered into you as he fucked you into the mattress. Youâve lost track of time since he pulled the first orgasm between your legs, the tip of his nose and upper lip covered in your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of your bedroom. He surprised you as he kept going, pulling another release out of you with the use of his thick fingers, and a third the moment he slipped his body into yours over and over again.
The back of your head lay limp against the crumbled pillow underneath, thighs shaking on impact and your body jolting upwards with every thrust Logan gave you. You didnât have the energy to moan or cry out for him anymore, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your hands loosely held his flexing biceps.
You were lost, so far gone into pleasure, your brain wasnât working anymore. The only thing on your mind was how the tip of Loganâs cock continued to hit that spot inside you with rehearsed precision, sending you further into that fuzzy headspace you seemed to enjoy. Your eyesight grew hazy, glossed over with tears on your lashline that began to fall down your warm cheeks. You didnât realize you were crying until you felt a comforting palm on your face, fingertips tapping along your cheekbone in an attempt to ground you back to reality.
âYou still with me, sugar?â He asked, gravelly voice filtering through your ears. You whined in response, pupils losing focus as your eyes fluttered closed.
âNot a single thought in your head now, huh?â The creases on Loganâs temple became more prominent as he smirked, deep strokes intensifying the heat you felt deep in your gut.
âCâmon sweetheart, need to hear you say something. Talk to me.â His nose bumped into yours, huffs evident on your bottom lip as you struggled to find your voice.
âLogan...â Your voice was breathless and raw, trailing off into a meek whimper at the feel of his other hand squeezing your waist. Your eyes trailed up to his own, hazel irises and a toothy smile came into view, causing you to clench around him.Â
âThere she is. This too much for you?â He knew it was, knew that this was what you asked of him, to push your limits and bring you to the point of no return.
Your mind fizzled out, the grip on his arm waning as he continued to thrust hard into you. You gave him a feeble nod, finding enough stamina to provide an answer. It was too much; three orgasms in, and your entire body felt on edge and overstimulated, sensitive to anything that was done or said within the confines of your bedroom. And yet, you didnât want to stop, didnât want to eat your own words and make him proud.
âI know, honey, I know. Just giving you what you wanted.â Logan teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm that matched his cocky expression.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your thighs and knees shaking on either side of his head. He continued to move against you, the hand that was on your waist drifted between your legs, seeking out your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed into the engorged nub, rubbing it in diligent circles that sent your hips jolting away from him. Logan held on to one of your thighs, pressing it towards the mattress and bending forward to pin you in place. Your heart raced, your chest ached, and you tightened at the violent wave of your next climax threatening to wash over you.Â
âKeep your eyes on me, right up here. I gotcha.â Logan said, maintaining the powerful drives of his hips until you came around him with a scream of his name, doing your best to hold his gaze. You sobbed at the feeling, a neverending spiral of bliss filling your body and making your head go blank.
âThatâs right, atta girl. Keep looking at me.â He rasped, groaning loudly under his breath and leaning down to give you a bruising kiss, spilling into you and filling you to the brim not that long afterwards.
Sure, Logan can be a lot to tolerate sometimes, but you didnât mind being the one to handle him.
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