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the christmas waltz ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your toddler is finally old enough to partake in christmas too, and spencer is determined for it to be perfect. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: girl dad!spencer. gentle parenting... she throws a tantrum. or two. authors own christmas traditions forced upon this unsuspecting reid!family. not sorry. word count: 1.2k a/n: happy girl dad!spencer to all that freaking celebrate... tweaked the baby reid idea only a little!! first christmas she remembers?

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It was feet pattering swiftly against the wood outside your bedroom door that tore you away from your husband. Spencer's hand dropping from your hip as he rolls onto his back, head turning to face the door just as the knob twisted, and in bounded an incredibly excited two-year-old (two and three quarters, as she so incessantly reminds you). 

"Daddy! Mommy!" your ecstatic daughter exclaims, and Spencer's quick to hoist her up onto the bed, allowing her to settle into the space now between the two of you on her knees. Or, more accurately, the space she forced you to create. "Come on, come on!"

You share a look with Spencer, eyebrows raised, and he huffs a small laugh, before deciding to play into the tease you no doubt were planning out in your head. 

"Where are we going, Darce?"

The two-year-old's lips frown, and she jerks her gaze rapidly between you and Spencer, eyes wide. "What? It's Christmas!" Except, consonants still weren't her best friend, and Christmas sounded closer to Cwimas than anything.  

"Christmas?" Spencer turns his head back to you. 

"It's Christmas?" you ask him.

"No. That doesn't make sense. We had Christmas last year."

"Yeah. Darcy, are you sure it's Christmas?" you return your gaze to your daughter, who's lower lip is beginning to wobble, for she can't really decipher if you're joking or not. 

"But—but last night," she sniffles, eyes wide, and you instantly feel awful, your heart shattering in your chest at the sight. 

"We're kidding, Bambi," Spencer replies, clearly feeling as bad as you were, looping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. "Merry Christmas."

Too easy to please, her face lights back up, and she starts wiggling her hips excitedly in his lap, speaking far too quickly for either of you to decipher properly. The verbal stumbling over 'stockings' and 'presents' were all you truly had to determine what she was asking, and Spencer was happily complying. 

She took off the second Spencer set her back down on the ground upon entering the living room, clambering onto the couch and almost vibrating with excitement as you take a seat next to her. 

"Do you want to go first?" you ask her. 

Though, it's a stupid question, for she was taking that as her confirmation to go right ahead, and you didn't have the heart to take her excitement away twice in less than ten minutes that Christmas morning. 

You had two key traditions Christmas morning — stockings from Santa before breakfast, family presents after. Spencer had ran through the Christmas morning rules with your toddler when he was tucking her into bed the night before, at an hour that was far too late for her. Getting a near three-year-old to sleep the night before Christmas had proved to be an impossible mission.

It didn't stop the tantrum she threw when she was told to put down the big box shaped present adorning not her name, but your own. 

You were barely five minutes into preparing breakfast when you heard the crying begin from the living room, and your head lifted from the croissants you were cutting open.

Spencer was crouched down to Darcy's level, his hands resting gently on her hips, as she splutters in front of him, head whipping from side to side to avoid eye contact with him. 

"Hey, Darcy, honey," he says, thumbs rubbing circles into her hips. "Why're you crying?" She doesn't reply, and the sight hurts your heart. "Bambi, I need you to tell me what's wrong."

She stammers out something you can't really hear, only picking up the words, 'mommy', 'present' and 'want', but it seems she's speaking a language Spencer understands perfectly, because he translates it back to her. 

"You're upset because you want to give mommy her present?" 

Darcy nods her head, and despite the miserable atmosphere, your heart warms and your lips tug into a smile. 

"We will," he promises. "We've just gotta eat some breakfast first, okay? Gotta get this tummy nice and full so you can have all the energy to watch mommy open it." One of his hands pats her stomach, and you watch as she squirms and lets a giggle out past her otherwise pouty lips. "Was that a giggle?"

At the call-out, she immediately goes back to pouting, "No."

"No?" he parrots. "That's too bad. Only happy girls get to give presents on Christmas Day. Are you not happy?"

You have to watch in awe every time Spencer coaxes your daughter through her meltdowns, because he is just so gentle and so perfect with her, it's almost Earth shattering. 

The promise of you opening your present from Darcy (and Spencer) first, and an extra chocolatey hot chocolate with breakfast was enough to calm the two-year-old down enough to eat, and soon enough she was sliding the box with your name on it across the floor to you in the living room once more. 

She stumbles behind it, before she climbs onto the couch again, watching you with wide eyes and keen interest. 

"Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it?" she repeats over and over again before you had even finished tearing the wrapping paper off. 

And like it you did. 

A scrapbook, complete with the neat signing of Spencer's name on the front, and the scrawl of Darcy's beneath it, a few dozen pictures, and drawings as detailed as a two-year-old could make them on the pages. 

"Did you make this?" you turn to her, your eyes (and heart) filled with so much love and warmth you think you might explode. 

She nods, excitedly. "At daycare! Daddy helped me keep it a secret."

"Thank you. I love it," you scoop her up into your arms the second she wriggles closer. "I love you, beautiful girl. You're so talented."

Gift exchange was the most exciting part of the morning, and an already overwhelmed toddler being told she couldn't play with her new toys because she needed to get ready to go see her grandparents was akin to taking the entire Christmas holiday away, apparently. 

Thus, another tantrum.

Exhausted from trying to keep the girl from collapsing in a fit of screaming and tears, you're finally dressing her, the sparkly red dress she had begged you for falling over her body.

"Did you call your mom?" you ask Spencer from your kneeling position on the floor in front of Darcy, slipping her shoes onto her feet. 

"Gran'ma?" Darcy asks, her voice still hoarse from crying.

"Yeah, honey."

"Not yet. I was going to do it tonight once we're home," Spencer replies to you. "So that Darcy can talk to her too."

You tap Darcy's legs once her shoes are on, and she jumps off the couch, bouncing over to Spencer by the front door. "Can I see Gran'ma?" she asks. 

"No, Bambi. We're just gonna talk to her on the phone," he shakes his head. "But we're seeing Nan."

"Mommy's mommy?"

You smile for the millionth time that morning. 

"Yes, mommy's mommy," he laughs, crouching down in front of her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes!" she nods, enthusiastically. "Do you like my dress, daddy?"

"I do," he answers. "You look like a princess."

Darcy squeals when he picks her up at the end of his sentence, giggling, and flailing her arms around as he settles her on his hip. 

"Bambi princess," she corrects for him, and neither of you have the heart to tell her Bambi's a prince. 

Instead, Spencer nods, a serious look on his face as he ponders her words. "Yes. Bambi princess."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[w2sology]

Kids fic/dilf Harry plsss

big little boss, harry lewis.

summary: harry just can't seem to say no when it comes to his little girl, especially when she's taken his pestering and temper.

warnings: mentions of baby teething, not proofread!

notes: had to pull out the prompt list for this one 😭 anyways babygirl finally has a name thanks to the beautiful anon who recommended it :))

darcy had recently began teething and it was an absolute mare. you and harry were up later than usual trying to get her to sleep or soothing her pain, and nothing seemed to be working. one of the few things that did work was letting her lay skin to skin on harry's chest until she fell asleep.

however a problem with that was that darcy was a biter. as in anything remotely near her mouth would feel the consequences of her not-yet-there teeth.

harry was taking the brunt of it, his skin littered in little marks from when he'd hold her close to him and she'd just grab at whatever was closest to her. and in response, harry would yelp or cuss, hoping she was still in that phase where she didn't yet understand words enough to repeat them back.

with you on the other hand, darcy was much more gentle. she'd only give you a nibble here and there if your fingers were close to her mouth, somehow being able to sense that the look you were giving her wasn't one of approval.

also, unlike harry you actually utilised the teething toys that were gifted to you two at your baby shower, so darcy was pretty much preoccupied with chewing on something else other than you.

today was a pretty regular day for your small family; harry wasn't filming with the boys and you were still on maternity leave with no plans for the day. deciding to use it as a means to go for a big shop later on, you and harry made a start early on in the day.

"did you make her bottle or should i?" harry mumbled as his arms wrapped around your body, tucked in comfortably right behind you as you made yourself a cup of tea.

"that's alright, love, i already did it," smiling at this soft kisses he left along your neck and on your cheek. "is she up yet?"

harry nodded, telling you that darcy was having a bit of tummy time in the sitting room. and as you looked over, you couldn't help but laugh at the makeshift fort harry had made our of pillows to make sure nothing happened to darcy.

he allowed you to finish your tea, opting to get darcy dressed for the day.

"how the fuck does this go on?" harry mumbled to himself, fiddling with the button on darcy's blouse. he really didn't know why kids clothes had to be almost as complicated as adult clothes.

darcy babbled on to herself as harry slid on her socks, making random noises as harry entertained her too, pretending they were having a conversation of their own.

as he picked her up off of the bed, harry looked through his wardrobe in search of his own outfit for the day.

darcy's head lay on her dad's shoulder poking around at his skin before she stopped briefly.

next thing harry knew, her sharp gums were sinking into his bare shoulder.

"ow─── darc!" he groaned, mismatching her smile and refusal to release his shoulder.

maybe that was harry's fault for not wearing a shirt.

"i told you to wear a shirt around her," you couldn't hold in your laugh as you walked in, taking your daughter from her father's arms and wiping over the baby pink mark that she left on him.

"i didn't know she was gonna fucking bite me at every chance," harry huffed, kissing your lips before leaving to get changed himself.

"you," you said, tickling darcy's tummy and hearing her bright laugh. "need to stop biting your daddy."

it turns out you and harry didn't actually pick a place to shop at. usually you'd go to tesco, sometimes asda or costco. but since you didn't plan which of them to go to, harry ended up driving to tesco.

ever since you gave birth, he'd been offering to drive you around a lot more, slotting away from his preferred role of passenger princess. and you weren't complaining, not one bit.

so as you opened up the makeshift shopping list on your notes, harry sat darcy in the kids's seat of the trolley and began to push her.

shopping with harry usually consisted of him grabbing random things and claiming they were needed, whereas you were more organised and actually took note of what you did and didn't have at home.

now with a little one, it was like harry's role had been multiplied by two. whenever she could reach out for something, darcy would make a show of clinging onto it with her little hands until you and harry had no choice but to take it with you to the till.

as you picked out two boxes of cereal, harry was entertaining darcy, who seemed nothing short of unamused. she watched as her dad poked and prodded gently at her, waiting for a smile to decorate her face.

"what's gotten into you, hm?" he frowned, stroking her cheek with his finger, momentarily forgetting his daughter was teething.

"darc, you've gotta stop biting me," harry whimpered, pulling his finger away from her grip. he looked over at you with a frown, cradling his finger but you were to immersed in the food shoo to realise.

you continued to scroll through the aisles, harry and darcy following right behind you. every now and then you'd turn to harry, holding up and item and he'd either nod yes or shake his head no.

it went on like that for a few moments until darcy grew a little agitated with sitting still for too long. just harry's luck, you guys were near the baby aisle, so he took darcy down there in hopes of finding something to distract her for a little bit.

a small teething toy caught his eye, and actually made him let out a sigh of relief, as if darcy would be able to take it out on the toy now and not on him.

"here you go," he smiled, letting her hold on to it. he wasn't sure if you two would end up buying it or not, so he kept it in its packaging, hoping she'd find some entertainment in just looking at it.

and that she did; she was quiet for the rest of the shop aside from the occasional babble and giggle she let out.

now at the till, harry helped you unload the shopping, and it was then that you noticed the nee toy darcy had. "really, harry?" you held in a laugh.

"what?"

"she's got like ten of those already, and some are in her bag," you gestured to darcy's baby essential bag that you brought with you.

harry glanced down at the bag, then back at you, shrugging as he continued to unload the shopping. "one more won't hurt."

harry was such a girl dad, he couldn't ever bring himself to say no to her. quite like he was with you sometimes.

you rolled your eyes, attempting to take the toy away from darcy to place on the till with the rest of the stuff. "darcy, babe, i'm just going to pay for it," you laughed at her super strong grip, and the frown that replaced her smile, similar to how harry looked when he was moping about.

she shook her head, trying to hide the the toy close to her chest. she looked over at harry with those huge eyes of hers, expecting him to intervene.

and that he did. he let you unpack the small amount of items still in the trolley as he picked darcy out of it, kissing all over her face to distract her from the fact that the toy was no longer in her hands, but instead on the conveyor belt.

but darcy didn't seem to notice. instead, both her small hands were on either side of harry's face, squishing and poking as she smiled and babbled to him.

you didn't know how he did it, it was as if he was just meant to understand her better than you. you didn't mind though, it meant that harry was the one who got the end of darcy's little tantrums instead of you.

when it came to pay for the items, harry reached over and tapped his phone on the card machine, ignoring the glare you were giving him as you collected the receipt.

"you thought you almost got away with it," he laughed, knowing that no matter what, he'd always pay if you were with him.

he helped you but the bags back in the trolley, darcy safely in his hold as you walked back to the car.

when she was buckled in, harry handed her the toy that she surely forgot all about, kissing her forehead. "now you can stop biting me," he smiled, going back to the driver's side.

you smiled at your daughter through the mirror, matching that smile to harry's when he put his seatbelt on.

"why're you looking all soppy, then?"

"nothing," you rolled your eyes, smile still on your face. "just happy, is all."

[barelylegiblecrayon]

More trollhunter Mary AU!

Claire absolutely made the decision to break into Jim's house and spy on him of her own accord. She didn't know about the trolls yet. She was a chaotic theatre mixed punk kid and it's a shame that I often see her chaos overshadowed by Toby and Jim's. She was right that something was up but that doesn't make her actions any less unhinged.

Arguably, Jim was the only responsible one out of the three but he came with 'chosen one' nonsense attached so it doesn't count.

I feel like for this AU, Morgana possessing Claire would take place at a girl's night sleepover where they're trying to make her feel better since she's been sick. Technically, she IS less possessed by the end of it so it worked?

Text reads from top to bottom, left to right, in order:

(Already called Darci - her dad's a cop, he's not there though)

(Trapped a goblin in her room)

(Goblin was a scout for Enrique's swap)

Mary: Wassup Claire-bear?

Claire: Darci is on her way but I still need help. Animal control won't pick up and there's some sort of... diseased raccoon- It's GREEN!

Blinky, from in the background: Lady Mary, who are you speaking to?

Mary: Uh oh- uh- Yeah, sure I'm coming! Be there soon- and DON'T go near it, m'kay?

---

Mary: Hey, Claire, you okay?

(Claire in question:)

(Average girl's night, probably)

---

(Did this in canon) ->

Claire: Jim's acting weird so I'm breaking into his house.

Darci: Wtf? Claire, you are so lost for your Romeo.

Claire: Really Darc?

Mary: Claire, with all the love in the world, why the fuck do you do this to my poor heart?

Claire: You've handled worse.

Mary: You are the reason for HALF of the problems I end up dealing with, I swear.

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(In reference to Claire)

Otw to cause trouble

Gremlin

[midnightmayhem13]

baby kiss it better

your first kiss with the ladies! enjoyyyyy🩶

carol danvers:

after carol had taken you on a few dates, she wanted to wait for the perfect one to kiss you. until one day, you two were doing a mission together but had to be disguised. you two dressed up and went to some famous drug cartel gala. there was people making bids on illegal substances and there was one in particular you had to get so no one else had it. you and carol had dressed up as if you went as a date. after you two finished the mission you were just chilling on a roof top. carol flew you there bc she wanted to cool down before you two went home. she was telling you all about the stars. saying "but your smiles out shines all of them" with a smirk. you giggled and looked at her then her lips, noticing she was already staring at yours. as if there was some force that pushed you two together you met in the middle and kissed. the kiss was long passionate. her hands going to your waist, yours to her face and neck. and the stars shined brighter in that moment

sharon carter:

you two were out and about just partying and having fun together. no avenger status and no power broker business. you two went to clubs and bars and just had drinks going to all the clubs you could find. and the more you two drank the more tension there was. you two were flirting shamelessly. you even had sat on sharon's lap and just chilled there with her arms around you. the later it got more drunk men started getting confident. sharon had gone to the bathroom and you stayed talking to random people. there was one specific man that got too confident and started flirting with you. he started getting touchy and you prayed sharon would come over soon to get you out. he was trying to pull you into him by the waist and before you could react he was getting punched in the gut. by who if not your sharon. she had protectively held you by your waist and cussed the man out. you two walked away and as you were going to thank her she pulled you in and kissed you passionately. you two later decided to go home and get some much needed alone time.

darcy lewis:

you can't help but stare at darcy's beautiful red lips all the time. and she can't help but tease you about it. always blowing you kisses or making kissy faces at you. you kiss each other on the cheek or forehead but you still haven't had your kiss yet. one day you two were on a walk on a chilly fall night, swinging your joined hands when you brought up the topic of kisses. you complimented her lips, says they always looked gorgeous with or without their usual red tint. she blushed and said yours were cute and adorable. you teased her saying that hers were probably soft too. "they look super kissable too darce" you said with a wink. she giggled and stopped your motion. "you wanna see for yourself?" darcy questioned with a raise eye brow and a smirk, grabbing both of your hands. "without a doubt docter" you answered, gingerly grabbing her face and kissing her sweetly. (this my fav one omg)

nebula:

now with nebula, physical affection was hard. not only having never rlly gotten any as a kid, but having you so close to her made her vulnerable. but for you, she would go through hell. she let herself get close to you and forced herself to get used to giving you physical affection and know you loved her. it was hard but things got better. after a hard day you two were entering your room. once in privacy, nebula loved to hug you for a while. while you two were doing this. swaying side to side you pulled away. she immediately looked to see if something was wrong, "i love you nebula." she was stunned, never in her life had she thought you would love her. when she took a while to answer you spoke up, " you d-don't have to say it, i just wanted you to know-" when she cut you off with a passionate but awkward kiss. she didn't say it back but you felt she did. with time, the words would eventually come out her mouth

maria hill

now i strongly believe maria loves slow dancing. so enjoy. you and maria danced often. she actually showed you the steps if you didn't know. but after a while it became a normal thing. when she was stressed for work you step back and hold your hands out and she couldn't say no. slow dancing with you always calmed her down. it didn't matter with or without music as long as it was with you. you two often slow danced in a beautiful scenery. one day while driving around, you found a flower field. it happen to be a mix of your favorite flowers. as if you read each others minds, you began dancing. maria played your favorite song to dance to. you were so beautiful to her. her eyes shined brighter than diamonds in that moment. as you two finished off the dance, you held eachother staring into eachothers eyes. "may i?" maria asked, almost shyly you nodded closing your eyes and feeling her soft lips on yours. neither of you could be happier in that moment.

kate bishop

when you and kate started going out there was a lot of times were you two almost kissed. and much to both of your dismays it was always interrupted. and kate was getting fed up. she wanted to just lock both of you in a room and make out. although that probably wasn't the best option but she considered it. finally one day when you two were having a roof top date as usual eating pizza and having fun. you two were both laughing at something and looked at the other to watch them laugh. in that moment everything just felt right. your belly laughs died down and turned into soft giggles. after having some sort of staring constant you smiled at kate "whatcha thinking about katie?" she questions with an adorable expression "i- i uhm i was uh can- can i kiss you?" late messily stuttered out. immediately getting embarrassed of the way it came out and covering her bright red cheeks with her hands. you didn't answer, you gently removed her hands and smiled at her. you held the side of her neck gently and kissed her. her eyes went wide not thinking you'd actually do it. once she realized what was actually happening she quickly held you by the hips and kissed passionately. you giggled into the kiss and made out on a roof top.

i love darcy. expect more content. that's it.

[galaxysupreme17]

Movie Marathon Night

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The house was bathed in the golden warmth of late evening as Y/n carried an armful of blankets and snacks into the living room, piling them onto the couch with a bright grin. It had taken serious persuasion, but she had finally managed to get her moms on board for a proper movie marathon-each of them choosing a film to add to the night's lineup. And tonight, there would be no interruptions, missions, or distractions.

"Alright!" Y/n called, trying to hide her excitement. "Blankets, snacks... we're all set!"

Agatha drifted in from the kitchen, balancing a tray with drinks, a gentle smile lighting her face. "You really planned this out, didn't you, darling?"

Y/n laughed, giving an exaggerated shrug. "You know, just a little."

Rio appeared behind her, an amused smirk playing on her lips as she caught sight of the mountain of snacks and blankets. "Not sure we're prepared for your idea of a 'perfect' movie night, but we'll see."

Y/n grinned back, taking the remote. "Trust me, you'll love it."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pressed play, and the opening scenes of Twilight flickered onto the screen in moody shades of blue. Rio's eyebrow shot up while Agatha's lips quirked in a bemused smile.

"Wait, we're watching Twilight?" Rio asked, feigning horror. "Are you kidding me?"

"It's a classic!" Y/n replied, barely containing her laughter. "Trust me, it's worth it."

As Bella and Edward's peculiar romance unfolded, Rio and Agatha exchanged glances-baffled but entertained. With a smirk, Rio draped her arm around Agatha's shoulders, pulling her close. Agatha settled comfortably against her side, relaxing into the warmth of Rio's embrace, a soft smile tugging at her lips as they took in the absurdity on the screen.

"Oh, no..." Rio muttered when Edward started to sparkle. "This is... this is just too much."

Y/n laughed, clutching her stomach as she pointed to the screen. "See? Classic."

Agatha chuckled softly, her head nestled against Rio's shoulder. "I'll admit, it's definitely memorable..."

Despite the melodrama and odd dialogue, they all laughed together at the outlandish moments and over-the-top angst. Every now and then, Rio would lean over to whisper her observations, which only made Y/n laugh harder.

"Look at him," Rio scoffed, pointing at Edward's brooding expression. "Do you think he's actually in pain or just forgot how to smile?"

As the movie continued, Rio would gently kiss Agatha's temple or give her hand a reassuring squeeze, her laugh soft and warm. By the time Twilight ended, Y/n was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I admit it," she said, catching her breath. "It was ridiculous, but you both loved it."

Agatha shook her head with a chuckle. "An interesting start, I'll give you that. But now..." She straightened up, holding the remote. "It's time for something truly classic."

She clicked play, and soon, the opening scenes of Pride and Prejudice filled the screen. Soft music swelled as misty landscapes appeared, and Y/n barely managed to suppress a groan, sinking back into the cushions.

"Oh no..." she murmured.

But Agatha just smiled. "This is what you call a real romance, darling."

Rio leaned back, her arm still draped around Agatha, unable to resist leaning in and whispering to Y/n. "Buckle up. This one has all the grand gestures."

The story unfolded in sweeping scenes of countryside estates and lingering stares, with Agatha lost in the romance of it all. Y/n was doing her best not to cringe through the intense declarations of love while Rio-fully enjoying herself-whispered her playful commentary, especially every time Mr. Darcy brooded.

"So... is he allergic to smiling?" she whispered, making Y/n cover her mouth to muffle her laughter.

"Shh," Agatha replied, mock-scolding them both, though she was clearly amused. She turned her attention back to the screen, nestled even closer to Rio, her hand resting comfortably over hers.

As Mr. Darcy confessed his love, Y/n threw Agatha a look. "People actually talk like this?"

Agatha smiled, her eyes bright. "In certain contexts... perhaps. But it's the sentiment, darling. Pure, timeless love."

Y/n rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile, grateful for the moment. As Pride and Prejudice ended, she let out a dramatic sigh, barely holding back her laughter. "Okay," she declared, "we've done a romance, and... whatever Twilight was. So now, Mom's turn."

Rio grinned, taking over the remote. "Prepare yourselves, ladies."

The screen went dark, and when the opening notes of The Conjuring played, Y/n's eyes widened. "Wait... this is your pick?"

"Oh, it's a classic," Rio grinned wickedly.

Y/n's brows knitted together, a mixture of curiosity and dread on her face. But she didn't have much time to protest, as Rio had already hit play, and the eerie setting of the haunted farmhouse began to fill the screen.

With each creak, flicker of light, and unsettling whisper, Y/n felt her nerves tingling, and before long, she was squirming in her seat. A particularly intense scene made her jump, and she immediately moved to sit between her moms, instinctively seeking out comfort.

"There, now you'll be safe," Agatha whispered, wrapping her arm around Y/n's shoulders.

Y/n nestled closer to Agatha, keeping her eyes locked on the screen but clearly shaken. Each time something particularly frightening happened, she hid her face in Agatha's shoulder, clutching her mom's arm.

Rio smirked, giving Y/n a playful nudge. "Come on, kiddo. It's just a movie."

"It's The Conjuring," Y/n whispered, barely looking up. "And you're way too calm right now."

Rio chuckled softly. "Well, one of us has to be brave."

Agatha gently rubbed Y/n's back, leaning close to whisper, "We're right here, love. Just pretend it's fiction."

Y/n nodded slightly, but her grip on Agatha's arm didn't loosen. Her face was buried against her mama's shoulder with every jump scare, and she only dared to look when the scene shifted to something safer. She'd peek at the screen every now and then, only to jump and bury herself in Agatha's side again, making Rio chuckle.

By the time the end credits rolled, Y/n was practically clinging to Agatha, her heart racing. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, shooting Rio an exasperated look. "Okay, Mom, never again."

Rio couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad."

Y/n let out an exaggerated sigh. "You laughed through the whole thing, and I think I just lost ten years off my life!"

Agatha gave her a reassuring hug and gently stroked her hair. "Well, I think you were brave, darling."

"Oh, really?" Y/n asked, relieved to hear it.

"Absolutely," Agatha replied, exchanging a look with Rio. "And next time, you get first pick-no horror allowed."

Rio chuckled, leaning over to give Y/n a playful nudge. "But admit it-you'll never forget it, right?"

Y/n managed a small smile, finally relaxing. "I guess not... but maybe a comedy marathon next time."

Settling back into the blankets, Y/n laughed as she thought about the absurd variety of movies they'd just gone through. Despite the frights, the laughter, and the poking fun, this was exactly what she'd wanted-a night of just being together, sharing in each other's company.

She snuggled deeper between her moms, feeling their warmth and strength around her. "Best movie night ever," she whispered, closing her eyes and savoring the love surrounding her.

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Six

Warnings: smut, foul language, talks about infertility and miscarriages, infidelity, manipulation, I think some spelling errors.

That night when Anakin came by Padme had only left a short time, if he came an hour earlier you'd have a lot of explaining to do. He knocked on the door and when you didn't answer he used his key.

You were napping on the couch, Darcy laying on your chest watching a movie, her fever running hot again, when she noticed him, she scrambled off of you and into his arms, careful so as to not to wake you.

"Daddy" she whispers her voice hoarse, he pouts at her, feeling her hot skin.

"Oh baby,you're burning up, did mama give you medicine?" He asks softly, kissing her head.

She nods, pointing in the direction of the kitchen "Mama keeps it in the fridge" she rests her head on his shoulder as he takes her to the kitchen, seating her on the counter to get the medicine out the fridge.

He noticed the wine glasses in the sink and his jaw clenches. "Did your mama have a friend over?" He asks feeding her a spoonful of the cough syrup.

She nods. "Mhm, a nice lady, she had brown hair. She played with whiskers" she tell him. He smiles, brushing her hair.

"That's good baby"

She hugged on to him "I think mama called her Pamela or uh something with P" she puts her finger to her chin, pouting as if she was thinking.

He froze, "Padme?"

The three year old gasps then she smiles, "yes! Miss Padme, she was so pretty daddy"

Anakin was about to ask her something else when your groggy voice interjects. "Hey, when did you get here?" You approach the counter, checking Darcy's temperature.

"Time for bed baby"

She shakes her head. "I want daddy to read to me" she clung to him.

He picked up Darcy, taking her to her room and tucking her in. You remained in the kitchen, washing the glasses and tossing the empty bottle.

"What did mama and miss Padme talk about Darce?" He finally asks, putting down the book.

She shrugs. "Mama said big girl stuff" she yawns, "I wanna sleep daddy." She snuggles up to her stuffed bunny under the blanket.

He steps out her room, closing the door quietly and making his way down the hall to your bedroom.

"What was Padme doing here?" He asks sternly.

You sigh, "she thinks you're cheating on her. She thought that I'd be the best person to come to since I'm your assistant and handle your affairs."

He laughs, "I wonder where she'd even get that idea."

You shake your head, standing in front the dresser, you slip off your shorts and tank top preparing to shower. "Why didn't you tell me about her whole fertility thing? Do you have any idea how horrible this is? What we're doing to her?"

He sighs, standing behind you his knuckles trace your spine. "It doesn't matter, the marriage is over, I only want you, and Darcy, our family" he kisses your neck, nipping ever so slightly, you turn around.

"What are you talking about?"

He kisses you, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about her" he presses you into the dresser.

You push him off, that sick feeling in your gut resurfacing, you push past him heading into the bathroom, he pulls you back, his hand tangling in your hair.

"Come on, don't be like that" he kisses your neck.

"You're disgusting" you say, he chuckles.

"Guess I'll have to talk to Padme, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong" he releases his grip on your hair, now just hugging onto you.

A moment of silence passes before he speaks, his voice is hesitant like he's pained to say what he's about to. "I thought I'd never have a family, I- I did everything for Padme, best doctors, best clinics and still nothing, every pregnancy- a month max before...and then I met you" he inhales your scent, kissing your neck. "So beautiful and smart, and you gave me Darcy. She's so sweet and beautiful, she's smart like you, and I never thought I'd have her, my own kid." He's holding you tightly and that's when you feel it, his tears on your cheek, as his face pressed so closely against you. He was crying, actually crying.

You let him hold you, feeling his tears on your skin. You didn't know if he was serious or trying to make you feel sorry for him either way, it was working. You rest your head against him, he kisses your cheek and clears his throat. "How about that shower?"

You smile, walking towards the shower, pulling him behind you.

One hand pressed against the fogged up the glass, the other against the tiled wall, your moans were hoarse and needy, one leg up on the bench the other steadying you on the ground. He has one of his hands around your throat and the other around your chest, squeezing your breast. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and your soft moans fill the bathroom as he fucks you from behind.

"that's it baby, take it all I know you love it" he whispers, nipping your ear. You whimper, eyes screwing shut when his cock hits that spot just right.

"yes yes just like that" you cried out hoarsely. His thrusts speed up, harsher and harsher, his name on your lips like a sacred chant, your thoughts filled with nothing but him. He groans loudly and you clench around him, bringing him to his release, you moaned feeling his warmth fill you up, your head falls back on his shoulder, his hand flexing around your throat; tightening and loosening again a few times. His tongue licking over the fresh forming hickies on your neck, his hand leaving a faint red mark on your breast where he had been squeezing you.

"so beautiful," he whispers "all mine." He turns your head kissing you softly, his hand releasing your throat to wrap around your waist, steadying you as you found your footing.

His hands trail your body, every curve, every mark he knew it well. He watched as the warm water washed away the soap from your bodies, he watched as you closed your eyes letting the shampoo run down from your hair. His eyes twinkle and his heart swells as he looks at you. He liked you most this way, vulnerable, trusting, you appeared so innocent, making showering; even after what you just did seem like an angelic act.

"I love you" he whispers.

The following morning, you dropped Darcy off at your mom's, she still had a cold but thankfully the fever had passed. Your mother looks at you shaking her head, her eyes noticing the small hickey on your neck you had forgotten to cover. She ushered Darcy into the house and without saying a word to you she follows behind the toddler, you roll your eyes but chose not to comment on her attitude far too stressed to worry about her criticisms.

You sat at your desk, going over Anakin's schedule and fitting in any important meets. Your thoughts run to Padme and you feel guilty again. God, you're a horrible person, why couldn't you stop yourself, she didn't deserve this. Speak or more like think of the devil and he shall appear. Padme steps out of the elevator and heads straight towards your desk.

"Hey." She smiles at you and you want to put your own head through a window.

You return the smile. "Hey, sorry Mr. Skywalker's in a meeting" you point towards his office.

She shakes her head. "I'm here for you actually. I thought we could do lunch you know, since we're new best friends and all."

You chuckle and nod, "sure just let me grab my stuff." Again, you know; terrible idea but since when did you start making good decisions.

You sat across from her in the cafe, prepared to lie your ass off again.

"How's your daughter? Darcy right?" She asks.

You nod, enthusiastically, "She's fine, better now that her fever broke. How are you? Have you talked to Anakin yet about you know..."

She sighs. "I tried, last night, but we just ended up fighting and then he left didn't come home till like midnight."

You smile at her sympathetically, searching for words. "Maybe he's just- maybe he's telling the truth and is just happy with it being you and him."

She takes a deep breath, "Maybe, but still doesn't explain where he goes when we fight. He always comes back smelling like her, it makes me sick."

You bite down your lip unsure of what to say. "I'm really sorry Padme." She smiles, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"What's it like?" She asks, "motherhood."

You smile, "it's amazing, scary, you know you, you have this human being who's so dependent on you, so innocent and wonderful, so full of love no matter what. And you're terrified all the time that you'll screw up and that they'll become you. But it's also so rewarding coming home to that little soul who's always happy to see you, who you can always count on to brighten your day no matter how horrible it's been, and all you can ask is please God don't let me fuck this up" you blink away tears, clearing your throat, you hadn't meant to over share to that extent. Padme's hand grabs yours over the table, she smiles at you comfortingly.

"Sounds like the feelings of a great mother." She says. You laugh nodding your head.

"I hope so."

That night, Darcy slept in your bed, her little face tucked away in Anakin's chest. He slept over again and you're being destroyed by guilt. You watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even, hand securely around his baby. It was like a scene you'd always pictured as a young girl, peaceful and calm, all you longed for.

You breathe out turning to look up at the ceiling. "Please don't let me fuck this up."

Hey Guys! What do we think so far?

Had to sneak in the father daughter moments because I can't stop thinking about it.

[yourneighbourhoodtraumatisedkids]

FAVOURITE FANFICTION FROM EVERYONE!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!!

*camera being set up by Clotpole and Dollophead*

Dollophead: *looks on clipboard* So... who's going first?

Clotpole: *fixing camera and computer* It's... Toby this time, I think.

Dollophead: What happened to Jim?

Clotpole: Well, after he hacked into the system to play Shameless on the speakers, the Dark Raven and Queen of Maids agreed that it wouldn't be good for him to go first since he had more time to hack into the speakers.

Dollophead: *groans* And why exactly are we taking my girlfriend's advice on this?

Clotpole: Simply because it's best to. No one messes with the Dark Raven, and you know that very well.

Dollophead: *snorts* Oh, so she gets Dark Raven as a name, but I got stuck with fucking Dollophead-

Clotpole: Toby, get in here!

*Toby enters, smiling nervously*

Clotpole: Sit. Now.

*Toby sits down on the chair*

Clotpole: Now, what is your favourite fanfiction, huh?

Toby: I cannot believe you shadow portalled us all the way from Arcadia at 4 am-

Clotpole: Do it, or I'm dropping you in Gatto's mouth.

Toby: Fine! Umm... Your Future Hasn't Been Written by @sakon76. 161 chapters so far, angsty, but honestly a good read. But I want to kill Arthur. For sure. But there are so many things I don't understand- all because Jim doesn't explain them. Such as the Green Knight-

Dollophead: Okay, that's it. Next!

*Toby jumps out of chair and goes to stand next to Dollophead*

Toby: Dude, how do you deal with her-

Dollophead: I've known her since she was 3. That's how.

*Darci enters the room, and sits down on the seat, smiling*

Clotpole: *smiles* Hey, Darce. If you don't mind telling me, what is your favourite fanfiction?

Darci: *thinks* It has to be... A Secret's Worth by @rosemaidenvixen. It's way too good. I literally just finished it the other day when she posted the last chapter. I really like how she took to writing Jim's and Barbara's problems with the CPS and that one scene where Strickler was combing through Jim's hair and showed that he actually worried about him because Jim was losing hair because he was stressed.

Dollophead: *ticks name on clipboard* Thank you, Darci. Next!

*Darci gets up and walks over to Toby*

Toby: How is she so nice to you?!

Darci: Because I don't make Clotpole angry.

Dollophead: Well, I don't make her angry-

Darci: D, that's simply the dynamic you have. She bosses you around, you snark at her. But we know you guys are like brother and sister-

Dollophead: I have a sister and she has a brother-

Darci: But you guys still care about each other. We can all see the bromance. And you respect her rules- like no touching her and making sure to tell her when to pray-

Clotpole: *giggles* Guys, please, we can talk about D's and my dynamic later. *puts on serious face* NEXT PERSON, C'MON- WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!

*Eli enters, stumbling over his feet*

Eli: Sorry, sorry, I'm here.

Clotpole: Did Steve push you?

Eli: *nods* Yeah.

Clotpole: I'll deal with him later- or Hairdo Guy will. Anyway, Eli, what is your favourite fanfiction.

Eli: Probably the series Tear Me in Two (The Moonlight will Anyway) by @avirxy. I really like how they turned our life into a monster hunting AU, with Claire as the werewolf and Mary as a banshee. I think it actually really fits the concept, and it's so well written as well.

Clotpole: *nods* One of my favourites as well, if we're being completely honest. I'll read it at midnight for no reason- just when I want to see some angst. But their Arcane Blight is by far my favourite. Anyway, thank you Eli, AND NEXT!

*Eli gets off the chair and Steve comes into the room, and sits on the chair*

Clotpole: Favourite fanfiction, Steve?

Steve: Through the Veil by @pinkytoothlesso11. That's a good one. I- I really don't know what to say, apart from the fact I'm glad that some of us got a happy ending. It makes me a little hopeful.

*Toby raises an eyebrow*

Toby: Didn't I die in that one-

Dollophead: Shut up!

Clotpole: Thank you Steve, and NEXT!

*Mary walks into the room, filing nails*

Clotpole: *rolls eyes* Mary, c'mon, we don't have all night- I need to get back home before my mom finds out I'm not doing Chemistry revision for goodness sake! Now, what is your favourite fanfiction.

*Mary sits on chair*

Mary: Probably... There is a lot about me you don't know by @generalallxsanjishipper or Killian44peeta on ao3. They're good at writing Douxie and his trauma. Also Jim being scared by the bathtub gives me the feels but also makes me kind of laugh because of that one time when he tried to move that one bathtub in that store and pretty much-

Clotpole: *stops smiling* Okay, okay, we get it, Mary, and thank you. NEXT!

*Claire enters the room and sits down on the chair*

Clotpole: Okay, favourite fanfiction, Claire?

Claire: I think I've said this before but Mirrored convictions by @albentelisa. It's too good- it just fuels me whenever I read a chapter. I especially liked that bit with Jim and the Gravesand and Mrs Shen, and then that bit after where Jim stabs Barbara in the thigh. I don't know why but it gave me this weird feeling that this would escalate later on. Can't wait for Chapter 67!

Clotpole: *grins* Honestly, I can't wait either. And finally, last but not least- JIM, GET YOUR ASS INSIDE HERE!

[sc0tters]

Imagine before the c-section the only person Darcy wants to see is Jack. She keeps begging the doctors to get Jack. She’s freaking out and Jack has always been the best at comforting her.

Darcy has tears rolling down her face as Luke stared at her “I need him.” Darcy sobbed as her body shook “Cole is in Anaheim champ.” Luke frowned running his fingers through her hair as he felt himself feel sorry for her “want J-Jack.” She shook her head wanting to throw up as she thought about Jack sat in the other room.

The moment Luke told him that Jack practically ran into the room “I’m here Darc.” Jack sighed kissing her head as he seemed to be crying as much as she was too “I’m scared.” Darcy didn’t know what to do there were monitors connected to her stomach as they had scheduled her for a c-section in thirty minutes.

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 8 Holiday Prompt fic: Shieldshock

Prompts: shieldshock, carolers, forced proximity

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Darcy?”

“How long do you think until they dig us out?”

“There’s a lot of variables I don’t know,” Steve sighed, eying the ceiling carefully. So far it was holding up, but there were occasional creaks and groans that made him very uneasy.

Darcy was huddled in her desk chair, in a bit of shock after her lab building had been bombed. So far she and Steve were physically unscathed, but she was an anxious wreck over her colleagues safety. She’d been frantically texting them and so far she had two who hadn’t responded.

“What about digging us out with your super duper serum strength?” she suggested. “Plus, the sight of the flexing would distract me from the imminent panic.”

“Much as I love to be a distraction for you, I can’t risk accidentally bringing the room down on you. I really prefer my girlfriend to keep her vital organs intact.”

Steve crouched down in front of Darcy gently and took her face in his hands.

“Hey, sweetheart. We’ll get out of this. We’ve got a Bucky and a Hulk and a Thor and a lot of friends who are good with grappling hooks. I know you’re scared for your friends, but I promise you, I won’t rest until they’re found. I don’t leave anyone behind.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Darcy sighed before she leaned into his comforting kiss.

A few minutes later, as they were passing the time reminiscing about their previous misadventures, Darcy was struck by an idea.

“I’ll turn on those singing carolers Clint got me! I’ll make a loud obnoxious noise and help them find us hopefully.”

“There’s an idea,” Steve said with a grin. “You always come through, Darce.”

“You know it!” she said cheerfully, flipping the little switch that turned on the singing. Immediately the tinny strains of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” filled the air.

Luckily, for both of their sanities, it was just over an hour later that they heard a loud scraping against the blocked door and a voice yelling.

“Darcy! Steve! You alright? Turn that racket off before I lose what’s left of my mind!”

Darcy chuckled at how grumpy Bucky sounded as she turned off the carolers.

The door flew open and sure enough, there stood a very dusty looking Bucky Barnes.

He took a look at them and their surroundings.

“You certainly got lucky. This is probably the most stable part of the building right now. But I wouldn’t recommend lingering. You alright, Doc?” he asked Darcy in his concerned voice.

“Yeah. Mostly worrying about my colleagues. Any word on them?”

“So far, no fatalities. It was pretty empty being so close to Christmas. Barton and Banner are going over every inch of this place.”

Darcy sagged against Steve in relief and he brought his arm around her in support.

“Thanks, Bucky. We tried to help out with the musical guide.

Bucky grimaced. “I could hear it all the way down the hall. An atrocity to the human ear, but admittedly useful. Let’s get her out of here,” he nodded to Steve.

Thanks to Bucky’s careful guidance, they were soon out in the wintry air and being checked out by paramedics. After Darcy had seen for herself her friends were all safe, she allowed Steve to take her home, where they cuddled on her couch.

“Well, that could have been a whole lot worse,” she sighed. “But I sure didn’t need any more Christmas related trauma.”

“Maybe next Christmas we’ll take that tropical vacation we’ve always wanted and make some better memories,” Steve suggested, kissing the top of her head. Darcy practically purred against him and smiled dreamily.

“I’m all in, Stevo.”

[ao3feed-narlie]

a game of number roulette

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HrEdihT by kay_lalala **** It *could* be some kind of wrong number plot Just narrowed down to the very small world that is this room ~unknown number true. so i guess it’s more like some sort of number roulette in a very safe lgbtq+ environment Oh, yeah, number roulette defo fits better “Do I have the number of the absolute hottie standing near the bar, smiling at his phone? Or did I draw the number belonging to that girl with the beautifully dyed rainbow hair?” Nobody knows ~unknown number well, guess you’re lucky and pulled the hottie because the one with the rainbow hair is Darce… and i’m not Darce So, you’re hot? 👀 ~unknown number I did imply that, didn't I? so much for a good first impression *** OR: At a party where the only way to get to know each other is by text-messages, two randomly matched strangers start talking... Words: 3804, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 23 of let there be love and fluff in any universe, Part 6 of texting makes the heart go fluff Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Darcy Olsson (only mentioned), Tara Jones (only mentioned), Elle Argent (only mentioned) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Gay Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Bisexual Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Texting, text-fic, first meeting via text, not wrong number tho, more like a chance meeting via text, Meddling Friends, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Coincidences, Chatting & Messaging, chat fic, from strangers-and-crushes to crushes-and-crushes to... read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HrEdihT

[starry-hughes]

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Petey does it😭 when darcy asks him she’s crying

“i’m gonna fix this i promise,” kendall promised, “don’t cry anymore please.”

“it’s my rehearsal dinner kenny! my wedding is tomorrow and my parents just refused to stay and walk me down the aisle!”

anthony, barzy and kendall all share a glance. “elias.” darcy chokes out. “he is cleaning up-”

“no. i want elias. i want him to do it instead.”

“oh!” kendall exclaims, “like to walk you down the aisle?”

“yes. can you get him?” darcy sniffles. “yeah, of course baby,” kendall says and goes to grab elias. “hey darc,” elias greets as he enters the room. he had been in the dinner space, cleaning up the mess darcy’s parents created.

“elias can you do me a favor?” darcy sniffles. “of course.”

“can you walk me down the aisle tomorrow and give me away?” he is taken aback. “you’re my brother.”

he kneels down in front of her and helps kendall pull back some of her hair as beau and mat get some makeup wipes for her mascara that had ran. “i would be honored darc.”

[decrepitdeer]

Hazbin OC Backstories

I've been putting my character backstories on Unvale for a while now, but I figured that I might as well put them on here for those who don't feel like venturing outside of Tumblr for stuff like this, I got you!

This won't be the most earth-shattering reading experience. These are just OC backstories taken directly from my notes app, so it's just a lot of "this happened, and then this," but I hope you can still enjoy this <3

This is also written on mobile, so sorry if it looks weird for some

My Hazbin OCs Introduction post

PLEASE DONT READ THIS IF YOU AREN'T 16 +

Content and Trigger Warings: death, murder, brief mention of attempted SA (Daisy Belle), vauge mention of child neglect, prostitution/s*xual exploitation (Soleil)

Daisy Belle:

Daisy Belle, then just Daisy, was born into a loving family living in a small town in England. Daisy was quite the nerd, enjoying schoolwork and scifi books whenever she could her hands on them. Through that, she developed a unique and relatively rare interest in tech, at least in comparison to other little girls in the 1950s. Daisy was also very handy and helpful, being a jack of many trades. She would use her skills to help her family and other people in her community. By her teens, she could fix most mechanics and tech of the time.

Daisy applied to a college that had technology courses and luckily got in.

She moved to London for her studies, but it wasn't all it cracked up to be, more specifically there was a lot more unsavory characters compared to her small town. Lot of them were men who didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Daisy pushed it aside, concentrating on the better parts. She excelled in school and gained a bunch of new friends. It all came to an end on a faithful spring night. Daisy came home and after that started to hear some weird noises. After going to investigate she found that two men had broken into her house. They held her at gunpoint, one of them trying to force her to "do things" while the other went to loot her home for valuables. Daisy refused for this to be the end, and after a while of playing along, she attacked him, wrestled the gun away and ended up shooting him dead. All of the noise had naturally attracted the attention of the other attacker, and before Daisy could react, she was shot point blank through her eye.

As if the universe itself was mocking her fate, a certain song started to play on her radio. "Daisy Bell" by Harry Darce, the same song her parents would sing to her as a lullaby.

Soleil:

Soleil was born to a single mother who couldn't afford to take care of her, so she left Soleil at an orphanage. The orphanages at the time were far from perfect, so Soleil didn't exactly get the start in life that her mother had hoped. During nighttime, she would sometimes light a candle to bring her comfort. Soleil had always liked fire. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to her.

After Soleil grew out the orphanage, she was able to secure a job at the local opera house. She had always loved to dance and sing, much to the annoyance of the people working at the orphanage.

Soleil was given lessons, and she progressed fast, her small figure being an advantage in ballet. Soleil would have had a promising career in front of her.. If she wouldn't have had the misfortune of being a woman in a French 1800s Opera house. The female dancers at the time had to do.. Certain "activities" with the wealthy men that frequented the opera just so that they could get by. Soleil was no expection.

This was naturally something she didn't want. Day in and day out, she had to give it her all and smile on stage, only be puppeted around by a bunch of old men. There's only so much one can take, and after a couple of months, she lost all sense of self. A broken doll.

One the evenings after a performance, she sat in the dressing room by herself when she heard a familiar and comforting voice. The fire on the candle was whispering to her again, like it had all those years ago. This time around, it wasn't just promising comfort and warmth, but the means to take back what she was owed. It guided her through the opera house, methodically setting fires in a way that when the others would realize what was occurring.. It would already be too late. Sooner than later, the Opera house was ablaze in the cold winter night. There were very few survivors. One of them was a backstage worker who had seen something haunting before nearly succumbing to the smoke. A young ballerina, twirling amongst the flames on stage. She was wearing a content and happy expression on her face.

[afteriwake]

9. Write about a heated debate -- Jane and Darcy about Darcy's love life (you can pick the ship).

I decided to put this in my "Just Pieces On The Board" series with Jane and Darcy discussing her relationship with Loki (because I don't think Darcy dating Steve or Stephen would upset Jane that much...Bucky would probably be forgiven more easily because of his brainwashing, but Loki would draw more incredulity).

Differing Opinions - Darcy and Jane have differing opinions on Darcy's budding relationship with Loki.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

“I can’t believe--” Jane took a deep breath. “You and Loki?”

“He’s changed,” Darcy said. “I mean, you’ve been around him since the trip to Asgard. It’s not like it was a surprise. We spent nearly a week in bed before I moved here to New York!”

“Yes, but a fling I can see. An actual relationship? No way.”

“I don’t need your permission to date him,” Darcy said, bristling slightly. She and Loki had just figured out that a relationship was what they had, and it was something they wanted to keep. Thor had been happy for her and his brother, but here was Jane, on her high horse about it. “And besides, Thor is happy for us, and Loki said his mom is too. They know him better than you or I do.”

“And that’s the point. He’s only been back on Earth for, what. A few weeks now? How long did he leave you alone?”

“I could ask the same of Thor. No one seems to be giving you the third degree.”

“My boyfriend didn’t launch a full scale invasion of New York!” Jane said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air.

“And he’s paid for it. Thor said he’s paying his debt, and the world governments made Thor his babysitter. He’s changed!” Darcy turned away from her friend. “Why can’t you just be happy for me? I’m happy with him.”

“You’d be happier with someone less megalomaniacal,” she said.

“Get out,” Darcy said quietly.

“What?” Jane asked, her eyes wide.

“You don’t get to dictate who I date and I don’t want to continue this conversation, so go before I say something I’ll really regret.” Jane, smartly enough, said no more, grabbing her knapsack and leaving Darcy’s apartment.

I’m not going to cry, Darcy thought to herself before a tear dropped down her face. She dashed it away and stood up, going into her kitchen and pulling down ingredients for...something. She’d figure it out depending on what she had.

An hour later there was a pan of Better than Sex brownies cooling on the counter and another one in the oven. She’d make a bunch and plate them up and leave them in the common room for everyone to enjoy. Except Jane. She doesn’t deserve to enjoy the gooey goodness of my brownies, she thought to herself as she started to make her third batch.

There was a knock on the door and she set her spatula down before going to the door. Jane stood there, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, Darce. You’re right. I shouldn’t try dictating who you date. You’ve always had good judgement in the men you associate with.”

Darcy leaned against the doorjamb. “You talked to Thor?”

“Actually, I talked to Loki,” she said, and Darcy’s eyes widened. “He’s totally smitten. Maybe already in love with you. But...I don’t think he’d hurt you, at least not on purpose.”

“Come on in,” Darcy said, moving out of the way.

“He didn’t get angry, though he had every right to. I was basically questioning both of your judgment when I should have at least trusted yours. I mean, I’m in the wrong, and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course I can. Come ’ere,” Darcy said, opening up her arms. Jane grinned and gave her best friend a tight hug which Darcy eagerly returned. “Come on, you can have some of the first batch of brownies I made. They’re still warm.”

“Better Than Sex brownies, I take it?”

“You know it.”

“I can’t resist,” Jane said, moving to the counter. Darcy grinned and knew that whatever Loki had said it spoke well for them, and for him too, and she was glad. She was absolutely smitten with him, too, and she wanted them to be together for as long as possible.

[mangher-a]

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” //Lance

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a giddiness fills him that he can't explain. the smile reminisent of his laughter grows bigger, baring teeth and canines that are longer than a normal human should have. his face almost hurts. it'd been so long since joy seemingly bubbled up so freely, since his heart felt so carefree like it did in this moment.

"whazzat, man? makes it sound like i never laugh!" which was true, he really didn't, not as often as he used to like when he was younger. worries that an adult usually feels weighs heavy on him daily, with addition the need to survive and keep lance safe, protected.

it's eased a little, now that darc had found a small part time gig. it did give him more room to breathe, to relax, even though anxiety gripped him every time he had to leave lance alone. he still went. he needed to. it was all for lance after all.

the grin turns into a close-lipped smile, eyes shining with something akin to mirth, and maybe something else as he looks at his roommate, his friend, his.... his lance. darc finds himself far closer to the redhead than he thought, leaning even further into their personal space.

"i like your laugh the most," darius says, geniuinely. he inches a bit closer too, slowly. he licks his own lips as his eyes flick momentarily onto lance's mouth for a second, two, three, four--

he looks up, the smile still present on his features, though the look in his eyes is more intense, more... predatory in a sense. like he could eat lance if he was allowed to. darc stops just an inch or two away, his breathing slightly more shallow than earlier.

"i could never forget what you sound like. what you smell or feel like."

he feels his heart thundering in his chest, blood rushing to his ears muting most of the background noise, his focus fully on lance. darius puts a hand on his roommate's leg, unconsciously(?) giving it a firm squeeze.

"all that's left," the grip on lance's leg eases, moving up to barely mid thigh, where he gives him another squeeze, "is for me," darius puts weight on that arm as he leans over more,

"to figure out what you taste like."

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Exactly like your bigger dog when he hit his sister with his tail 😂 very true. But your boys :( and your boys! Bill and Kath are also in the program but Darcy isn’t. He wanted to but he needed to make room for another science or somethibg because “David doesn’t waste valuble learning time on things like Shakespeare” little does he know Davey is also a Shakespeare fan and recites it to Jack when he’s down 🤭 - 🤠anon

kath, knowing full well davey has entire shakespeare sonnets memorised because he Can: if you say so darce x