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stardust-and-snickerdoodles · 4 months ago

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Extraordinary Things

fandom: Doctor Who

pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

summary: The Doctor finally meets and takes on a disabled companion who uses a wheelchair.

tags/warnings: disabled reader (wheelchair user), fluff, comfort

word count: 2997

When the Doctor stepped out of his box and onto that street, it was quiet. The sun was setting; the sky seeming more like an oil painting than anything. Across the way there was a streetlamp, lighting a small portion of sidewalk. And there on the sidewalk, was a woman in a chair.

“Hello,” the Doctor called out, taking a slow step toward you.

You turned. “Who are you?” you replied, voice containing an edge.

The Doctor paused in his motion toward you. “I’m the Doctor,” he answered without reserve, feeling a strange pull to be honest with you.

The Doctor was used to many reactions at this introduction. The most common being “Doctor who?” or a furrowed brow of confusion.

Yet, when the Doctor delivered his line, you simply groaned. Your head fell into your hands, hair obscuring your face. “Did my mother send you?” you called out, finally looking back up. “She’s always sending doctors,” you muttered under your breath.

As the Doctor drew closer, he noticed that you were not sitting on an ordinary chair at all but one with wheels. “Someone called for me,” the Doctor said, feeling a touch confused. He got the sense that he wasn’t quite in the right place.

You slumped into the chair, crossing your arms. “Yeah, that would be my mom. So, what are you? Orthopedist? Neurologist?” You raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. “Acupuncturist?”

The Doctor fiddled with his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile. “I suppose I’m whatever you need me to be.”

“Well thanks doc,” you replied, words laced with sarcasm, “but I think I’m sorted for now.” You released the brakes on your chair and began to wheel up the sidewalk to a house nearby.

The Doctor rocked on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in the wrong place. Had he missed something? Where had the TARDIS sent him?

He had merely been drifting along the time vortex, recovering from a particularly nasty run-in with a few rogue Weeping Angels, when suddenly a voice had boomed around him. It seemed to come from the vortex itself, a cry as anguished as any. The voice called for him. Not many people could call him. So, he went. But now where was he?

Regardless, you were here. Maybe you had answers. Maybe you were important.

“Sorry,” the Doctor called out, walking toward you again. “What’s your name?”

You stopped, your back to the Doctor, but said nothing.

“I’m not actually a doctor. Well, sort of.” The Doctor fumbled for the right words. “It’s hard to explain.”

“So, you’re a psychologist then? Checks out.” You laughed as you began to wheel away again.

The Doctor let out a small huff of disbelief. “I’m not,” he rushed.

Suddenly, you stopped again and turned. You approached the Doctor slowly where he stood on the sidewalk, observing him. “So, what, you’re just some creepy guy who follows disabled women around before nightfall?”

The Doctor drew back in surprise and sputtered, “No, no I’m not!”

You laughed again, as if the funniest thing in the world had just occurred. It was quite a nice laugh, the Doctor thought. “Oh, calm down. You don’t have the look of that lot; trust me. I’m a pretty good judge of character. And you have kind eyes.” You smiled gently at the Doctor. “It’s getting dark though. Why are you out so late?”

“I could ask the same of you,” the Doctor replied, feeling some of the anxiety in his chest settle. There was still that strange magnetic attraction to you though, some force beyond himself and probably beyond this world.

Although the Doctor didn’t know it, you were feeling the same pull toward him.

“Touché. What’s your name? You never told me.” You were only a few feet away from the Doctor now. You looked at him with a fierce curiosity, a light which burned in your eyes and inspected every piece of him. He felt quite exposed in your presence.

“I’m just the Doctor,” he answered. “Call me Doctor.”

You hummed. “Vague. Mysterious. Exciting.” Your eyes twinkled as you told him your name in return. “It’s not safe out here on the street. Would you like to come in for tea?”

The Doctor thought about all the people and places that probably needed his help. The universe was screaming for him, millions of voices begging him to save them. Still…

“I suppose I could drop in for a moment.”

…

The two of you spoke lowly of strange encounters and life stories. The Doctor chose his words carefully, disguising otherworldly planets as fancy restaurants and hostile aliens as men in alleyways.

You spoke of your life and your family. You talked briefly of your disability. But mostly, you spoke of adventure and longing. Of a world which desperately wished to keep your soul buried. You said you’d knew you would find it among the stars someday. You said you dreamed of extraordinary things.

When the kettle was empty and the mugs were bare, the Doctor realized just how long he had sat with you. And by that time, he didn’t feel compelled to leave at all. Nor did he remember that he had been called to this place for some unknown reason.

You had opened up to the strange man more than anyone in your life. You had your secrets, and you still kept them from him, but you allowed him to peek at the locks that guarded them. You told the man things you had never told anyone, the things which you had always deemed as unimportant or insignificant. And the man hung onto your every word. You didn’t think you wanted him to ever leave.

You spared a glance at the clock and realized that time had passed much quicker than you thought. The Doctor had arrived over three hours ago. And you wanted him to stay – oh god, you wanted him to stay – but you couldn’t help but feel if you didn’t ask him to leave now, you might never let him.

Before you got the chance, though, the Doctor was on his feet. He began rubbing his hands together as an excited child might. “Would you like to see something extraordinary?”

He didn’t know why he’d said that. The plan was to stand up and say goodbye. But then the words had just tumbled out of his mouth and now you were nodding at him so eagerly; what was he supposed to do?

So, you left the cozy house, empty mugs abandoned on the table, and the Doctor led you back out to the street, where the TARDIS was waiting on the other side. The Doctor smiled gently, and you wheeled along closely behind him.

“A telephone box?” you said skeptically when the Doctor stopped in front of the doors.

“Not just any telephone box,” the Doctor whispered, before reaching for the handle and giving it a push.

Then another.

The Doctor jiggled the handle, the smile falling off his face as he tried to open the doors. He banged on the outside of the box. “Come on dear, let me in!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who’s in the box?”

The Doctor shook his head and whirled around to face you. “No no no, there’s no one in the box.” He paused. “I hope.”

“Then who are you talking to?”

The Doctor scratched his head. “The box. I’m talking to the box; she’s locked me out.”

You let out a quick burst of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re mad! You talk to a telephone box?”

The eccentric man groaned and sat down on the pavement, hands folded. “It’s not a telephone box. It’s a time machine. A TARDIS.”

You rolled your wheels backwards slowly, doubt creeping into your mind. “A… a time machine. You can’t be serious.”

“I was going to show you,” the Doctor’s voice was muffled from where his head lay in his hands. He looked up and met your eyes with a gentle ferocity you’d never witnessed before. “I’m not lying. Trust me.”

You paused.

This man was anything but ordinary. Already you had felt compelled to trust him, had opened up to him so much in less than a few hours. Were you really going to leave now, when he had promised something extraordinary?

“So…” You began, forcing the doubt back. “Your time machine. Why has it locked you out?”

The Doctor smiled weakly. “I’m not sure.” A faint humming began to emanate from the TARDIS. A flash of realization crossed the Doctor’s face. He scrambled to his feet and pressed an ear against the door. “Ah!” he exclaimed, as if the secrets of the universe had just revealed themselves to him.

“Ah? Ah what?” You wheeled forward again, intrigued.

“She’s rebuilding,” the Doctor murmured with a giddy smile. It disappeared to be replaced with confusion. “But why?” The man began to pace back and forth in front of the time machine. “No regeneration cycle, no imminent threat, no, no damage to the components…”

You watched on as the Doctor paced. His words might as well have been in another language for how well you understood him. What was he talking about? Regeneration? Damage to the components?

You shook your head in amazement. Whatever was happening certainly was extraordinary, even if it wasn’t what the Doctor intended to show you. You gazed beyond the man and to the blue box, the ordinary looking blue box, supposedly a time machine in disguise.

And then, right before your very eyes, it shrunk.

Not much, maybe an inch or two. Hardly enough to be noticeable unless you were watching, which you were.

“Uh,” you said, your voice shaking, “Doctor?”

The Doctor continued to mutter under his breath, eyes tracking the pavement under his feet.

“Doctor!”

Now the Doctor stopped, raising his eyes to meet yours. “What? What is it?”

You pointed to the box. “Your box. It, uh. Well, it got smaller.”

The Doctor’s brows furrowed and he spun around, coat whipping behind him. “Smaller? That’s not… That’s not right. What do you mean?” He ran a hand along the wood of the door.

“I’m not sure; I thought I saw it shrink. Just a little.”

The Doctor scanned the entire box, walking around and around and around until finally he stopped at the front again. His head tilted up and down, searching for anomalies. Suddenly, he was on the ground, pressed against the pavement and eyes a mere inch from the door. A delighted chuckle sprang from him as he got back to his feet. The humming from the TARDIS slowed until it stopped completely.

“She’s finished,” the Doctor whispered conspiratorially, eyes sparkling as he turned to face you. He waved a hand toward you. An invitation.

You wheeled forward again, approaching the man and his box. You gazed upon them both with childlike wonder, a look the Doctor didn’t think he’d ever forget.

As you drew closer, you scanned the doors of the box. Suddenly, your face fell. The Doctor’s hearts hammered, mind racing to find out what was wrong.

“I don’t think-” your voice was small, sounding as though all of your hopes and dreams had been dashed in an instant.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” The Doctor waved his hands about, unsure of what to do. You had been so happy! Had he done something wrong?

You shook your head. A small chuckle, lacking any sort of humor, rumbled deep in your throat. “I’m not sure I’m going to fit in that little box.” You gestured to the wheelchair which you occupied, hand drifting over one of the wheels at your side.

“Oh!” The Doctor exclaimed, smile forming on his face yet again. “Oh!” He spun around in a circle, excitement bubbling over. “Nothing to worry about there, love! Promise.” His countenance softened as he looked at you.

You smiled back, remembering his words from earlier: Trust me. You nodded and the Doctor turned to face the time machine yet again.

He scanned the doors with a look of reverence, settling on a white button on the left side. “Oh, I do love new buttons,” he stated, pushing down on it immediately.

The doors to the TARDIS swung open on their own.

“Of course,” the Doctor murmured, running a hand along the door yet again.

You watched the Doctor with confusion. “’Of course’ what? Do they not normally do that?”

The Doctor looked over his shoulder at you with a cheeky grin but said nothing. He simply beckoned you forward with another wave of his hand.

You wheeled your way forward carefully, and finally looked beyond the doors of the time machine.

“It’s-” you started, disbelief stopping your words as soon as they started.

“Bigger!” the Doctor exclaimed, whirling around the space with almost frightening speed. “Oh, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, old girl!” He raced around the center console, pushing various buttons and pulling levers.

You wheeled yourself into the space more cautiously, trying to take everything in.

“The TARDIS must like you,” the Doctor called from behind the console, peeking his head out from around the edge.

“What do you mean?” you asked, voice trembling in wonder.

The Doctor ran back around to be in front of you. The look on his face was pure delight, smile so big it had to hurt. “Notice,” he started, holding up a finger, “no stairs. Doors with buttons, wide pathways-”

“Entrance flush with the ground,” you cut him off, your own smile beginning to grow. “That’s why the box shrunk, isn’t it?”

The Doctor nodded wildly, hands fluttering about the air.

You laughed, this time full of glee and amazement. “Well, that’s certainly a first. An accessible time machine!”

“An accessible time machine!” The Doctor matched your laugh, racing away to the console again.

You rolled around the center console, trying to take everything in. Numerous pathways branched off the control room, and you fought the urge to pick one and start exploring. “This is amazing,” you breathed.

“I promised something extraordinary, didn’t I?” The Doctor called from the other side of the console, still fiddling with levers and buttons and things.

“You did, I just… I wasn’t expecting…”

The Doctor stopped after flicking another lever. “What? A sentient time machine? A box that’s bigger on the inside?” The Doctor stepped toward you, eyes kind and carrying wisdom which seemed beyond his young appearance. “One thing you must know about me, my love, if this is to work. Never have expectations.”

You couldn’t help but feel a touch overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was extraordinary, beyond anything you ever thought possible. And this man, this strange man, who you’d never felt any compulsion to run from, despite the even stranger circumstances of your meeting, had just handed you the key to the universe. What were you to do with that? How were you to respond?

“If what is going to work?” ended up coming out of your mouth.

The Doctor knelt to come to eye-level with you, eyes still soft and kind. (Normally, you would find this patronizing; you hated when people got to your level simply because you were in the chair. But in the case of the Doctor, it seemed an intimate gesture, a measure of trust, and so you allowed it.) “Would you like to travel with me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Travel… where, exactly?”

The Doctor smiled again. “Anywhere. Everywhere! All of time and space, all available through the TARDIS. And since she did rebuild herself for you, I think it makes sense.”

You blushed a little. Running off with a stranger in a time machine in the middle of the night… It all seemed very scandalous. But this opportunity, this is what you dreamed of! Ever since you were a young girl, this is all that you had hoped for! How could you turn it down now?

“Okay,” you agreed slowly.

The Doctor jumped to his feet again and clapped his hands together. “Okay! I have just the place in mind.” He ran back to the console and started flipping levers again.

You wheeled yourself next to him. “I feel bad,” you started, speaking slowly as you watched his hands fly across the controls.

The Doctor looked up at you, face a mask of confusion. “For what?”

You gestured to the space around them. “For this, for your time machine having to rearrange itself for me.”

The Doctor waved off the worry. “The TARDIS doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. She did this because she likes you.”

The time machine gave a whirring hum, almost as if confirming this statement. You looked around, still in awe.

For years, you had lived every day expecting to be treated as subhuman. You should expect to be treated like a person, but unfortunately that wasn’t the way things worked. For the most part, humans were cruel and unforgiving creatures who saw little to no value in disabled people. You’d been called horrible things and treated like dirt for most of your life. Medical professionals questioned your every symptom and story, overly stingy with treatments and medications. You were called a faker even with your chair. So, when people cared even a little bit about you, you saw it as a victory.

But this man… the Doctor. He didn’t just care. An accessible time machine. Let alone one that had rebuilt itself entirely to accommodate you. And the Doctor, who hadn’t questioned you when you’d first met. He didn’t treat you like you were less than him. He was comfortable talking about your disability but wasn’t invasive. He wasn’t afraid of you.

You almost felt like you could cry.

The bar is on the absolute floor, you thought humorously as you looked back at the Doctor.

“Is the rest of the universe as accessible as your time machine?”

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blues824 · 1 year ago

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Please forgive me English not mother language

Dormitory leaders with F!s/o that comes from conservative? (Hope I am using that right) house hold! But what I mean is. F!S/o parents still lives in the times were women had no rights nor did they speak their mind or voiced out their opinions! So in that F!s/o was raised to cook, clean home, bear children and take care of her soon future husband and children. She is a bit of a dunce? You could say she was home schooled and did not learn about the outside world and of its changes over the years... yes she does were clothes that over her ankles!

I love whenever someone says English is not their first language but then they have the most comprehensible English to exist.

Riddle Rosehearts

His mom used to be a stay-at-home mom, but she was a doctor prior to and preceding Riddle’s birth and raising. However, when you are struggling in class, he elects to help you, just to find out about your upbringing. It was no wonder that you were struggling; you weren’t taught to go to school past a certain grade level, and here you are being thrown into a really tough curriculum in a really tough college.

Not only that, but he’s seen you with the Heartslabyul first years as well as Grim. They push you around (Deuce, less so, but he is enabling), to say the least. So, he steps in and interferes whenever he can, refusing them for you. You looked at him with shock as he told you that you needed to speak up and defend yourself, which led you to quietly explaining to him that women weren’t allowed to speak up back in your world and only really had the purpose of learning how to serve their future husbands.

The whole idea shocked him, since there was no level of inequality like this within Twisted Wonderland. After all, four of the Great Seven were women. Shouldn’t those men back in your world know how to take care of themselves on every front? Bro is just absolutely flabbergasted, as it was an unusual notion. However, he does agree with the whole modesty thing, as he prefers to remain modest as well. But, your modesty goes beyond his, as you cover your ankles and are shocked by how many people in the town below the mountain NRC is built on wear shorts to deal with the hot weather.

Leona Kingscholar

This was something to get used to, as back in his homeland the women were the strongest. The day you stepped on his tail was a strange day because he forgave you so easily (he’s scared of women, remember?), but you were trembling and almost in tears. Leona’s moral code would not let him rest until he consoled you, as much as it annoyed him. However, this isolated incident led to a rather strange relationship between the two of you.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were alright. You pretty much started acting like his wife, and he kind of evolved into the role of your husband. He was your protector, and you made really good food. This was the first time where you finally found comfort, some sort of normalcy, within Twisted Wonderland. However, Leona wanted you to know that he was serving you instead of it being the other way around. He didn’t want to seem like a lazy, deadbeat guy to you. For you, he actually put in effort.

His only goal was for you to find your own freedom, hobbies, etc., and he was not afraid to snap at your ‘friends’ for walking all over you. He’s also not afraid to spoil you, even though he acts like he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t eat anyone else’s food besides yours… not even Ruggie’s. He may not be able to help you with your schoolwork as he always skips classes, but he will make sure you get to each class safely, which gets him to attend his classes by extension.

Azul Ashengrotto

Your clothing is in history textbooks that he read to try and learn about human history, yet you are wearing it? He’s not judging tall, but it is rather unusual. But, you are rather unusual. You seem to be struggling in class, and when the professor assigned him to tutor you (free of charge), he learned about your unfair upbringing. You hadn’t gone to school past the 5th grade. You were very quiet, and when he asked why you weren’t able to, you stated that women were supposed to stay at home and learn to be wives and mothers. The notion was weird to Azul, as the people of the sea had no such system.

He decided that he would take over in teaching you so that you could succeed in NRC’s curriculum, as long as you worked in the Mostro Lounge. Not only would it grant you exposure to the modern world, but only bit by bit as you cook and serve the food and work alongside men as their equal. It was a lot of work, but you seemed to be up to the challenge because you were waiting for an opportunity like this, even back in your own world.

When you actually get romantically involved, he lets you know that you have his full support in anything you wanted to do. He still continued to tutor you, but you became a strong, independent woman. Not even Grim had control over you anymore, and you have even made a threat to Crowley, saying that if he didn’t improve your living conditions free of charge, you would run to the press with the pictures you have taken of Ramshackle and bring down the reputation of Night Raven College.

Kalim Al-Asim

His mom was a stay-at-home mother, but she had the choice to work because she was greatly educated. However, with the many children she had, she opted to raise them as she wanted to have a close relationship with all of her children. You are a different case. He once was paired up with you in a project for a shared class between you two, and you both were completely lost. However, you seemed more distressed about it and he got you to talk about your experience (or lack thereof) in education back in your world. He was shocked that women typically didn’t go past the 5th grade, and the traditions were definitely very strange.

Unfortunately, he is a bit of a dunce himself, so he can’t help you much. However, surely Jamil will help! You didn’t like the imbalance in favors, so you opted to help the Vice Housewarden in any way you could. For example, you would help him in the kitchen, as you were very skilled in the culinary arts due to your time spent in the kitchen. It was better that Jamil watched over you in the kitchen anyway, as he could make sure that Kalim’s meal wasn’t poisoned.

As you are growing into your own independent person, you have Kalim’s support every single step of the way, both financially and emotionally. He is the type of man you would read in romance novels back at home, where he genuinely loves you and wants to provide for you and spoil you. You are working hard and are dedicated to making something of yourself, and your boyfriend here sees that and admires you for it.

Vil Schoenheit

He has never seen anyone wear clothing like yours out of habit, mostly just when they film movies. So, he wants to make you clothes that are a bit more up-to-date. If you want to maintain the same level of modesty, he will respect that and keep it in mind while he’s sewing. If you want to experience and raise the hemline of your skirts or pants, he will gladly do so. Also, if you are struggling with Potionology, he will volunteer to help you. However, you feel bad that he’s doing all of these things for you, so you rise early every single morning just to bring him a healthy breakfast that went along with his current diet to make sure that he had energy for the day.

Because of your mutual agreement, he acts as a protector of sorts. Your first year friends won’t try and walk all over you because you have the Housewarden of Pomefiore backing you up. Grim, Ace, and Deuce were all idiots that would hinder your learning, and he’s actually not wrong. However, you didn’t appreciate how he spoke about your friends, so you told him. It felt liberating to finally speak to someone so openly about how you felt, after your entire life being spent learning to conceal your emotions, thoughts, and feelings.

Whatever you decide your goal to be, Vil will be there to support you. But, he’s the type to not let you quit when things get hard. He knows that you can do it; he knows your capacity. Also, he’s not above threatening Crowley if he decides he wants to push any of his responsibilities on you, as he should be acting like the Headmage rather than a corrupt business CEO that pushes everything on his employees. You were a student, not an employee, and you deserved to be treated the same as your peers.

Idia Shroud

He thought your clothes only currently existed in anime that portrayed the ‘olden days’ and in museums, but from what he could see in his iPad camera in class, you wore it liberally. However, what really got his attention was when you had started treating Ortho like your own child. You were very gentle and motherly towards his younger brother, and it made Idia so flustered because you were very pretty and you come close to his room every single time you walk Ortho back to Ignihyde.

Your relationship started with him teaching you how to use various machines and technology, and you were very embarrassed at your lack of knowledge about these types of things. In turn, you once went over and knocked on his door, carrying various different sweets that you made. Idia was on the brink of fainting when he opened the door to see you… his crush… extending a tray of homemade candies towards him and thanking him for everything he has done for you thus far. With shaking hands, he took the trey from you, just for you to lean forward and place a simple peck on his cheek before leaving. Ortho rushed to catch the tray as it flew in the air while Idia fell to the floor unconscious.

As much as he wishes he could support you in-person, he rarely goes outside due to his family’s curse. However, you didn’t mind sticking by him as it gave you an excuse to be away from Ace, Deuce, and Grim. That’s not to say that you are not growing into your own person and your own hobbies, but in your spare time you retreat to your lover’s room. There, you would do homework and prepare dinner for the two of you. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Malleus Draconia

In case you didn’t know, his grandmother is running the entire land of Briar Valley. His grandmother is a woman, so he never really viewed any gender as ‘superior’. However, when you both met each other, he learned about the patriarchal system back in your homeland (it’s giving Ken). That night was short, but it felt long for both of you as you both talked and learned about each other. That conversation was ingrained into your minds, and you both fell in love at first conversation.

He will gladly assist you whenever you need help with any of the course work. You explained, very embarrassed, that you never went to school past Grade 5. Malleus was very patient, and he explained everything in a polite tone. His retainers were also in the library, covering their faces with books as they spied on the Crowned Prince. Eventually, once you got your work done, you found a book on one of the shelves that outlined the time that you lived in. It was surprising, as there was no such system of oppression like the one in your world, but rather the style of clothing and the beliefs were similar. Malleus read the book from front to back, and by the time he returned the book, he got more insight into your life.

The dragon prince is not afraid to spend money on you so that you can grow independently and dive into your own interests. He holds a lot of monetary influence at NRC, so when Crowley is feeling lazy and wants to put all of his responsibilities on your shoulders, he will threaten to defund the college. Eventually, you start to make promises of your own (because they’re not threats if you use the word 'promise'), and Malleus could not be more proud of you.

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the-ace-with-spades · 8 months ago

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Trying to make myself write like a monkey pilot and so random bits from worldbuilding of this fic that are only mention or not even included (this is trans Bradley fic, for people who have not read it, but some bits are universal - I'm sorry for the rambling)

Merlin has a flight school in Nevada - this is where Bradley gets his commercial pilot licence, not long after he starts medical transition. Merlin runs it with his second wife, Nandini, who was the original owner and main flight instructor. They met through Slider, who got his commercial through her school, and they got two kids and their daughter had a crush on Bradley everyone in their family holds against her any time they meet for family gatherings.

Slider, by the way, retired from the Navy the same year as Mav started on the path to become a test pilot, and got a commercial and then airline pilot licence. Mav makes fun of it constantly.

Jake and Bradley (then pre-transition) talked extensively about their future life together and in Jake's mind, it was a given they would get married and have kids eventually, they'd just wait for the right timing or until they were at certain ranks/positions. Bradley did want all of it, he just never thought/imagined how it'd actually look with him as wife/mother, only vaguely with Jake as a dad and his own image completely avoided (kinda hard to explain but it's like a very blurry picture where his own figure would be even blurrier).

Bradley still wants to get married and have kids. Once the whole wife/mom bit became husband/dad thing, he's no longer uncomfortable about the topic. He knows being pregnant would be difficult because society sucks but he's pretty sure he's at the stage of confidence when he can pull it off.

Jake's mom is the nightmare mother-in-law people joke about. For real. She is terrible to all of her kids' partners, but she is especially terrible to Bradley (pre and after transition) because Jake is her little miracle baby.

Coyote joined Jake's squadron just as Bradley left the Navy, which means he met Jake in the middle of a heartbreak and well, that's basically why he's not the biggest fan of Bradley (even if sometimes it shows in ugly ways).

Bradley and Jake also had very different mindsets about their relationship during the break-up period of six years. Bradley had been a bit in denial and tried to force himself to move quickly, thinking that ever being with Jake was impossible (or you know, a fantasy only possible in his head...). Jake up until he sees Bradley, now after transition, at the Hard Deck, thought they were like magically destinated to be together and they'd meet again at some point. He dated some girls, mostly on Coyote's insistence, but he never hit it off with any woman, liked to say he was 'ruined for life' for Bradley and never stopped believing they'd find each other again despite the years apart piling on.

Mav and Ice renewed their vows and had a second wedding after Ice went into remission. Bradley was the officiant, mostly because Ice and Mav had a massive fight about whose witness he should be.

This is implied ?? but Ice's cancer went in remission because I imagine Bradley being there and Mav being there more often because of Bradley meant Ice'd go to the doctor earlier than in canon and had better chances given it was at an earlier stage when it was found. You know, a butterfly effect and all that.

Bradley and Ice spent weeks after Bradley's top surgery playing DCS, most often in the F-14 sim with Bradley in the RIO seat, sometimes with Slider providing commentary. As stated in the fic, Slider is the one to pop the idea and install the whole thing. Ice and Mav often play while goes through his oncology treatment and Ice often uses his puppy eyes to make Mav play as the RIO (rather than have two planes and Jester AIs)

Jake has a strange view on gender, which isn't necessarily bad, but it can be disheartening to Bradley, especially at the beginning. It's almost as if he doesn't see people's gender but who the people are (kinda like similar to not seeing skin colours??) which can be great when you don't want to be perceived/treated by just gender (like Bradley pre-transition) but can be ignorant if you do (like Bradley after transition). He is also terrible with labels and doesn't really believe or use them.

(A bit nsfw/tmi ??) Bradley chose his preferred type of top surgery based on the desire to keep the sensation of his nipples (buttonhole has a higher probability of keeping the feeling), mostly because it was a really sensitive part of his body, but ended up not keeping the full sensation on one side, which is always a possible outcome with any top surgeries, and after a few more months on T realized that his chest isn't really that sensitive anymore anyway. It's probably one of the very few things he misses.

I'm absolutely ecstatic because readers picked up on it, but Jake's been so jealous of Mav the whole time the fic's been going on and it'll continue until he realizes who Mav is to Bradley actually. You can only imagine how horrified he is when he realizes how terrible of a first impression he made on Mav.

While Mav is not a fan of Jake, Ice is trying to be very neutral. Objectively, he's not the biggest fan of Jake either, mostly because he's never going to be a fan of any of his baby boy's partners, but he thinks Bradley is an adult and should be able to make his own decisions. He also knows that a lot of people would have told him Mav is no good for him and it's not true at all so he's trying to trust Bradley's judgment.

someone please make me write, i just stare at the open document and change words in already written dialogues

#(sif) lamp tag #tgm #hangster #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #idk what to tag here its a hangster fic with a side of icemav parenting (or vice versa)

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sugolara · 10 months ago

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𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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A deadly foe is near

Hearing her doorbell ring, she stood from her chair and left her room, questionably staring at the door as she stood in the hallway. It was around 8 PM, both her parents were busy. Her mother was still in the hospital helping her patients and her father had left to do business elsewhere, so she wondered who could be at the door.

She wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe they forgot something or her friends wanted to surprise her. Did she forget something important today? She hoped not as she approached the door and opened it.

Her eyes widened to see Izuku on the other side with a smile, “Izuku? What are you doing here?”

His smile faltered, “You said to come by for a sleepover. Did you forget?”

She glanced at his bag that he clutched on, the memory resurfacing, “Oh, you’re right, sorry.”

She moved to the side to let him, closing the door behind him. She turned and gestured for him to go into her room, “You can go in. The remotes on the bed so feel free to put anything on. I have to do something real quick.”

He grabbed the remote, looking at her when she sat on her desk chair, “What are you doing?”

She scrolled through her computer, “My mom wants me to get started on looking for a college. Have my future set or whatever.”

“College?” The boy mumbled as he sat down on her bed.

“Mhm.” She said, clicking on sites with a smile, “I know, I also think it’s too early to be looking for one, but I’m trying on a new thing where I make her happy.

How strange. Something wasn’t right here.

The boy glanced at her before turning her small TV on and putting on a random movie. He laid in her bed, soon beginning to feel cold as so he wrapped himself in her blankets. He could hear the keyboard and the mouse clicking.

He thought for a split moment. What was today?

“Have you taken your medication?” Izuku suddenly asked.

Her smile slowly disappeared as she blinked at him, “How do you know I took some.?”

He stared at her for a while as her heart raced. No one besides her doctor, parents and Shoto knew of the pills she took, so how did he know? Did he somehow figure her out or what?

Izuku smiled as he let out a chuckle, pointing in front of her, “F/n, your medications are right there. Have you forgotten you placed them there?”

She looked to where he pointed. Behind the stacks of notebooks she could see the lid of her prescription. You could hardly see it unless you were specifically looking for it.

“Besides…” She glanced at him when he spoke, “you told me, remember?”

She confusingly eyed him, “..I did?”

“Of course!” He smiled, but his smile turned into one of concern, “You told me at the carnival, remember? That’s why we stayed on the ride for an hour. You seemed out of it so I was concerned and asked you. You told me that you were having problems and when I asked what problems you told me you don’t think your medications are working.”

She furrowed her brows, trying to remember that day but it was a blur. As she thought, Izuku continued, “F/n, are you sure you don’t remember? Maybe you need to be on a different prescription. I know one.”

“No.” She let out an awkward chuckle, waving him off as she didn’t want the male to think she was crazy. Oh, if only they knew, “I-I remember now.”

No she didn’t. In fact she never told him anything. But Izuku wasn’t going to say that.

“Hey, you want pizza?” F/n asked, wanting to get the topic of her pills out of the way. She turned to scroll on her computer, “None of my parents had returned so they didn’t make dinner. They did leave money so I was thinking I’d go to the store to gr-”

“That’s fine!” Izuku perked up from her bed as he was playing with her blankets, his eyes leaving the TV from her bedroom and onto her. Having her attention on him had him forgetting what he was thinking about, “Can I go with you.”

“Sure.” F/n said, “I actually wanted you to come so you can get whatever you want. I don’t know your preferences and I’d rather not get something you’ll end up not liking.”

His heart pounded against his chest. He felt incredibly happy to hear she wanted him around. And buying him food made him feel special. Oh, he can only imagine what life would be like as they grew older. Would she stay home or would he? He wouldn’t mind so as long as she returned from work and planted a kiss upon his lips.

“What kind of pizza do you want?” She said, “I’m not really picky.”

“Whatever is fine!” He blurted out, just happy to be in her presence.

“Alright.” She closed her computer, setting it to the side as she felt her eyes shift over to Izuku who was covered underneath her sheets, her pillows surrounding him. He looked comfortable and for some reason, seeing him in her bed felt right. It was actually kind of cute.

cute.

The boy blushed from her stare. His fingers no longer playing with her blankets, instead he gripped it, a fistful of the soft duvet in his hands. He wondered what she was thinking about as she looked lost. However, his smile disappeared, his blush no longer settled on his freckled cheeks, “F/n..?”

“F/n…?”

“Are you okay?”

Feeling her eye twitching, she raised her hand to rub it. She blinked both eyes, trying to let the twitch go away as it was beginning to get bothersome, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

He pursed his lips, looking down at her blankets. Something was definitely wrong here, “…I just wanted to know if I could come with you…”

“Oh, right!” She stood up from her chair, “I forgot about that. I’ll call the pizza place when we come back. That way we can grab all that junk food. That fine?”

Seeing a look she’s never seen on his face had her worried. She looked to her window as she placed her sweater on, “You can stay here, Izuku, I don’t mind. I won’t take long.”

His lips lift, though only a little, “Thank you.”

“Sure.” She said, smiling at him as she headed to the front door to place her shoes on. Hearing the door close, Izuku rolled to his side where he covered his entire face. A few tears fell as he tried to be quiet.

She grabbed a basket and strolled through the convenience store that was just a few blocks away from her home. She grabbed whatever looked good and placed it in her basket. She would eye a few, determining if Izuku would like it. She lastly grabbed some drinks and headed to pay.

As the cashier scanned her items, she felt her phone buzzing in her pockets. Her brow furrowed to see just how many texts Izuku sent after missing his call. It’s a bit overboard, 17 missed texts, but if it made him feel better than whatever. A happy Izuku is a happy F/n.

She texted him back and immediately got a response. She tried to put her phone back in her pockets but every time she did her phone would buzz. It was almost like she was compelled.

“Ma’am?” The cashier lady looked at her with an annoyed expression, “Cash or card?”

“Oh, sorry.” F/n pulled out her wallet and handed it to the woman. She offered her an apologetic smile, “Cash.”

The woman rolled her eyes as she chewed her gum, smacking on it with her mouth open. F/n’s eyes narrowed, her smile disappearing. She watched as the woman slowly opened the register to put her money in and take out a few bills.

She focused back as her phone buzzed again. Her brows rested as she checked her phone. A message from Izuku telling her to hurry up, but in a polite way.

Hearing the receipt being printed out, she placed her phone away and yanked it out of the woman’s hand. She then grabbed her items and left, but not before hearing the woman curse her out.

“Bitch.” F/n mumbled as she glared at her before exiting the automatic doors. She didn’t know just how angry she was until she slammed her front door and set her bags down.

Her hands shook, but she took a deep breath, going to her room to reach for one of her medications until she realized Izuku was here. She glanced at him and seeing his questionable stare, she pulled her hand back and gave him a strained smile, “What kind of pizza did you want?”

“…” He stared at her e/c eyes, “Whatever.”

“Okay, I’ll be back!” She quickly left the room only to return with their snacks. A couple minutes later she returned with a pizza box in hand. She sprawled out all their stuff on her bed and had Izuku near the wall.

She ignored the male, but she didn’t mean to, she was just too busy trying to calm herself as she bit her nails. The male left her alone seeing she was angry and it kind of scared him. He didn’t want that to happen again. He wished the warmth that she was emitting could help his nervousness but it didn’t. He felt strange.

This was not a fun sleepover like he had imagined.

#midoriya x y/n #izuku x reader #bnha midoriya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku #izuku midoriya

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nonexistent-introvert · 2 years ago

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Only love can hurt like this

Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Max, replace with any name u like)

Summary: In order to save him, she had to place a curse on herself

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, angst, blood, unrequited love

A/N: Here you guys go. Sorry for the angst, if it wasn’t clear enough this is set after the events in MoM. I hope you guys like it and feel free to comment abt what you think. I’ll take this time to ask a genuine question, since my stories are mostly in third person, would yall be ok if i just keep using the name Max but yall feel free to replace it with anyth.

Max clutched onto her chest, wheezing and coughing onto the ground as blood spilled from her lips. Falling helplessly to the ground the moment she managed to stumble into her own private quarters.

“I love you in every universe.”

The words replayed in her head, like an endless loop despite the pain she was going through. For all she knew, it was making the pain worse as her heart beat against her rib cage and Max felt her head constrict at every beat, her ears ringing In pain. She laid on the ground, blood splattered all over her floors that she couldn’t be bothered to clean knowing that the fits were coming in more often and soon her floors would be even more stained with blood. Her breathing erratic, she clenched her jaw in pain. Why must she have heard that line?

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The curse settled in too quickly for Max’s own liking. Not that she had taken the time to research chaos magic but how quickly it settled in almost proved how one sided her love for Stephen was.

“You know it won’t come for free.” Max nodded, “He’s going to die Agatha. I can’t allow that.” Agatha scoffed slightly, “This isn’t a fairytale Max, if I perform this curse, it would not be a happy ending.” Max thought back to Stephen’s weakened state, hanging on by a thread in the sanctum when he was hit with a deadly blow. Poison seeping in his veins slowly killing him and no one could figure out how to save him. Max swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight. “Just do it Agatha. You’re the only one who would do this to me without questioning that much” Agatha stepped forward, her fingers gracing her cheek lightly. “All this? For a man. Such a waste Max.” Agatha’s fingers moved in a pattern. “For Stephen’s Strange life, you would agree to die a painful death slowly if you have feelings for Stephen and these feelings are not returned”

“I agree.” Max agreed immediately, she got hit with a painful blast. Coughing violently before blinking, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. “The curse is in you. Seal it with a kiss to that doctor and the curse will be in effect.” Max nodded before disappearing through a portal.

When everyone was asleep that day, she gently pressed a kiss to him and Max saw the veins on his hands that turned black from the poison slowly disappear. His breathing evening out , he sucked in a breath and bolted upright. Max wiped her lips immediately, clearing her throat and with a hand clutched against her chest from the curse becoming effective. She smiled, “you’re back.”

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Max stepped back into the sanctum. “Dinner is ready.” Wong smiled, it was rare that they would have dinner together considering how all of them were busy. Max saw Stephen sitting in his blue robes at the dining table, she clutched onto her chest subconsciously, awaiting the pain that would come. “I-I’m fine. I ate before.” She excused, cursing slightly at her hoarse voice as she felt the blood rising in her throat already.

“You sound terrible.”

“Just a bad day.” Stephen stood up from his seat, his doctor persona overcoming him. Max flinched away when he was near her, from the pain that was slowly bothering her and also from his prying eyes. She did not need a medical diagnosis now. “I’ll go to sleep first.” Max fake yawned, smiling politely before rushing back to her quarters.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stephen questioned, Wong shrugged. “She’s been rather distant after I assisted her help to save the multiverse.” Stephen explained. “Maybe she’s just exhausted. She’s been looking rather weak these days .”Wong simply replied which sparked even more of a concern from Stephen.

Max fell to the ground, her knees getting scraped by the hard wooden floor. Her body bent over as she let out retches, her stomach felt like it was flipping inside out but nothing came out except for blood. Max felt herself getting dizzy at the amount of blood lost and the headache from each violent cough. “Fuck fuck fuck” Max cursed, the pain only got worse as days passed, she thought of just ending the pain, the suffering but deep down, she felt that it was being unfair to the people who truly cared about her. Then her thoughts gravitated towards him again and another fit overcame her.

Stephen stood outside her room, a plate of of food in his hands. He knocked lightly, “Max, there was some leftovers and I doubt you ate much so come and have some.” He shouted through her door. Max didn’t respond, he sighed. “If I did anything wrong Max, I’m sorry but I’m genuinely concerned for your- please, can we talk?” he pleaded through the door. His cloak nudged him a little, he clicked his tongue in annoyance at it but his hands found the doorknob anyways. “I’m coming in.” He called out.

The sight that greeted him turned his blood cold. Max was sprawled out on the floor, clearly unconscious next to a disturbingly large amount of blood. Traces of dried up blood on her chin and her hands were covered with smudged blood. “Max!” He called out, quickly falling to his knees to help her. His cloak helped carried her to her bed where he assessed her for any injuries. Contemplating a little at undressing her but decided that it was the only way to tell if the damage was because of any injuries. His eyebrows furrowed at the veins that were bulging through her chest near her heart, that definitely wasn’t normal. His fingers gently traced the veins and it revealed the flower that was formed with the veins on her heart, when his fingers pressed against it. Max shot up and pushed his hands away. Taking quick breaths, although Max felt that barely any oxygen made it to her lungs. “Max, I was-” “Fuck off Stephen” Max gritted out. Her heart clenching at her cold attitude towards him. “You’re not ok Max. Let me help-” He replied stubbornly. “You’re only-” Max crawled to the floor before a mouthful of blood escaped her. She groaned in pain, almost screaming at how tight her heart felt, as though it was about to combust. Stephen’s eyes then caught sight of the multiple ancient books on her desk, his heart dropped. Witchcraft. “You made a deal with a witch didn’t you?”He questioned, his brain rushing for any spells to help ease her pain. “Stephen” She moaned, pointing to the door. “Not the time please, I- you’re making the pain worse.” Stephen frowned in concern but stood up to leave anyways. He stood outside the closed door, “Is this helping?” he asked. “A little” She grunted. A series of violent coughs escaped her and Stephen turned his back, almost running into the library.

“Witchcraft.” He repeated in his mind. Wong jumped when the sorcerer barged into the library looking distressed. “Whats wrong?” Wong asked, Stephen pulled a book out, his words coming out at an impossible speed that Wong almost couldn’t catch what he was saying. When the words finally clicked in his mind, the sorcerer supreme’s heart dropped for his close friend. “Stephen. There’s nothing we can do.” He placed a hand on Stephen’s shoulder. Stephen ignored him, “Anything can be solved. There must be-”

“Stephen,” Wong made Stephen look at him.

“The deal she made, the flower, if she’s already experiencing the effects that means her only recovery method has been long gone.” Stephen frowned, “So there is a recovery method. We just need-” “There is nothing we can do about unrequited feelings Stephen!” Wong shouted, trying to knock some sense into the sorcerer before him. “Unrequited?” Stephen muttered. Wong nodded, taking in a sharp breath. “Hanahaki disease. It was known to be fictional for a long time, the person suffering supposedly would cough up flowers but that’s a myth, they would essentially be coughing up blood, or losing blood every single day through the most painful ways and they would finally die when they reach the day where they run out of blood to cough out and the heart stops beating.” Stephen’s eyes studied Wong. Wong wiped the tears forming in his eyes, “Only a witch is capable of inducing that disease but it usually is the price for a life or death deal. For reviving or prolonging someone’s time. This disease comes from unrequited feelings because for the dying or dead person to overcome their fate of death, Max's heart would have to beat for them so if Max’s heart is beating for someone whose heart didn’t belong to her, the heart would eventually get tired and give up. The more Max witnesses that it’s one sided or the more her feelings grow for that person, the weaker she gets. The only cure is for the person to love her back but we all know that we can’t control who we fall for.” “Idiot. A fucking Idiot. Did she think this was a fairytale she was living in?” Stephen scolded, his hands running through his hair. “Who’s the person she stupidly did this for?” Stephen asked, Wong could tell Stephen was breaking down on the inside despite the calm facade he kept on. Wong flinched, if Stephen said that Max said that Stephen was making the pain worse. The person she is suffering so much for could only be the man before himself.

“I don’t know” Wong replied instead.

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“He’s fine. Keeping himself busy, he checks on you at ungodly hours, when you don’t notice. He doesn’t want to make your condition worse but he doesn’t know he’s the cause of it all.” Max put on a weak smile. Wong’s heart pained for his friend, her cheeks were hollow, her face pale , eyes swollen from the lack of sleep. She looked like she already had a foot in the grave. “I don’t have much time Wong. I- my body is threatening to shut down anytime and when my body fails to repair itself when I’m unconscious… I want you to give him this.” Max passed Wong a letter. The letter had Stephen’s name scrawled on it, Drops of blood decorated the letter. Wong swallowed, “I’ll take care of him.” Max smiled, “I know you will. Please don’t let him bury himself in guilt.”

Stephen,

You’ll be happy to know that you’re right all along. I’m a hopeless romantic, an idiot you would say. To die knowing that the person I love doesn’t love me back is cruel, but in a weird twisted way, it’s romantic because I know he will continue on living his life. Knowing that he isn’t six feet under is a strange comfort.

This curse is placed on me because I made the deal. I made it so that you could survive so I hope you don’t waste that chance away, don’t bury yourself in guilt , smile and be smug knowing that despite all my insults thrown at you, I would die for you. The pain, only love could hurt like this.

To be honest, I hate hope. When she placed the curse on me telling me that it wouldn’t affect me if you returned my feelings. I hate that I went in telling myself that I would be fine, maybe you do like me and I trusted in that, until the effects came in, and I lived everyday with the pain, a painful reminder of the truth. But I don’t blame you, because now even as I am dying and barely having enough energy to do anything, I’m sitting here writing this letter with the last of my strength, telling you to take care of yourself and live your life.

I love you Stephen, and you don’t need to be sorry. We can’t choose who we fall for, just know that I would be there for you no matter what.

Lets see each other again someday

Max, your hopeless idiot.

Stephen’s hands shook. Tears running freely from his face as he sat by her bedside. Her body next to his, the Heart Rate Monitor at a slow pace, threatening to come to a stop at any second. He buried his face in his hands as he sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice sooner, please. I have so much yet to tell you.” He held onto her hand when the heart Monitor started flatlining, a sudden few beats in between the line. Stephen weeped, leaning over her cold body as he placed a shaky kiss onto her forehead.

“I love you too, I’m sorry I took too long.”

“If I see you again, I won’t waste any time anymore.” He promised before leaving the room. Trying his best to keep it together, to not fall into a destructive behaviour.

He missed the pattern on the heart rate monitor as the flat line slowly turned into a steady heartbeat again.

#stephen strange #stephen strange angst #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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kits-ships · 11 months ago

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i can't explain it but if my mom had an f/o list it would include obi-wan, doctor strange, din djarin, and legolas' dad

#ramblerambleramble #others ships

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openheartfanfics · 4 months ago

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Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff

One Shots A - 2

A Question - @mm2305 Ⓜ Ethan reacts to Olivia’s pole dancing confession.

A Quick Visit - @yanawillow Ethan drops by at Anastasia’s apartment with some comfort food for her and her friends the day before her board exams

A “Real” Doctor - @jerzwriter Casey wins... once again.

A Reunion to Die For - @openheart12 Ethan comforts MC during the Grey’s Anatomy Reunion.

A Romcom Ending - @jerzwriter 💘 Ethan is thanking his lucky stars. Not only has he found his perfect woman, but she also knows what's important in life - each other.

A Simple Wish - @jerzwriter Ethan has the perfect evening planned for Kaycee's birthday; but when everything seems to go wrong, she shows him how everything is just right.

A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss - @writer-ish She has something on her face and he wipes it off.

A Special Gift - @genevievemd 🎄 Gen and Ethan have a special gift for their parents on Christmas morning.

A special one - @zealouscanonindeer A slight reimagining of Ethan and Aspen's first drink together.

A Strange Discovery - @storyofmychoices Ellie and Ethan are enjoying a quiet evening together.

A Strong Affection - @jamespotterthefirst They run into each other at the park where she gets to meet the thing he loves the most in the world: his dog Jenner.

A Sweet Ending - @jerzwriter Ethan wonders what happened to his sweet little girl, who thought he could do no wrong. It seems all he and Kaycee get these days are eye rolls and sighs.

A Surprise Date - @choicesfanaf Arundhati takes Ethan out on a date.

A Surprise Visit - @bex-la-get 👔 Ethan gets a surprise for Father’s Day.

A surprisingly enjoyable Halloween - @ambraambrose It was Halloween and Ethan hated Halloween and all the hype about it. Feat. OPH Gang

A Tall Order - @jerzwriter It's a snowy lunch break at Edenbrook. Feat. Aurora Emery, Jackie Varma, Sienna Trinh, Tobias Carrick

A Texting Relationship - @daddytyrilstarfury

A Thank You - @trappedinfanfiction Celia got through the hearing, now she needs to say thank you.

A Time and A Place - @liaromancewriter Ethan Ramsey and Cassie Valentine’s relationship has seen its share of bumps on the road, but it’s finally smooth sailing. Are they ready to take the next step?

A True Prince - @liaromancewriter Ethan brings Cassie coffee, aka the fairy tale comes true.

A Valentine's Surprise - @peonyblossom 💘 Ethan is woken up early by his daughter, who needs his help making a Valentine's Day surprise for her mom.

A Very Scary Halloween - @jerzwriter 👻 Kaycee is delighted to be attending their first party as a couple, but the evening takes a frightening turn for Ethan.

A Very Important Question - @tveitertotwrites Claire has an important question for Ethan.

A Visit Home - @choicesfanaf Aru takes Ethan to a visit to her childhood home.

A Whisper in a Silent Night - @alwaysmychoices In the early, uncommitted days of their relationship, Charlie makes a bold confession because thinks Ethan is asleep...

A Winter Morning - @potionsprefect ❄ Ethan and Victoria spend a rare morning off together

#open heart #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x f!mc #pure fluff #one shots

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 2 years ago

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Being a friend of Ricky and Angela + an honorary daughter to Martha would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by @blossomgutz )

(Hope this is what you were looking for!)

- While it could be true that you met Angela and Ricky through normal means; like school or something of the sort, I raise you a somewhat different idea: you meeting them because of Aunt Martha.

- It’s not out of the ordinary for Aunt Martha to make what she wants into a reality so if she takes notice of a particular young girl who she thinks would make a wonderful friend for her children, she’ll certainly try her best to pull some strings and get them to come over for a play date. You can be anything from a neighbor, to a daughter of a friend, to a patient of hers; she is a doctor after all. Regardless, you’re welcomed with open arms.

- From the start of your friendship with the two, she insists that you can think of their home as your own. You’re free to walk inside and do whatever you’d like: welcome to stay for dinner, a sleepover, to come in for breakfast, or to just stay for hours at a time; whatever you’d prefer is fine by her.

- Ricky is always a bit embarrassed by her and her arguably strange behavior but you probably tease him about how you like hanging out with his mom more than you like hanging out with him and that tends to make him feel better. He’s relieved that she doesn’t scare you off; he’s had more than a few friends avoid coming over.

- Perhaps that’s why he’s particularly protective over you; the fact that you’ve always been so accepting of his strange little life. Although, it has sort of just become of a habit of his: one that was probably born out of his mothers insistence that he protect Angela; and subsequently you.

- Speaking of: you have a tendency to protect Angela just as much as he does; especially when you know Ricky isn’t there to stick up for her. Whenever you’re in a class you share alone together or in the girls restroom at school, you always make sure to keep an eye on her and ensure that no bullies can get to her. You might have even gotten into a few fights because of her and though you probably got grounded as a result, you still can’t bring yourself to regret them.

- You’re one of the few people that Angela feels she can actually trust and talk to and she really enjoys spending time with you. It sort of makes you feel special when you think about how you’re the only one in your school that she hangs out with.

- Martha loves that Angela finally has a little “girlfriend” who she can hang out with. She encourages the two of you to go on outings together whenever she can: usually stereotypical girly things like shopping or manicures.

- On the topic of outings: you’re invited to join them on all of their vacations and day trips. Whenever they go to some park or zoo or museum, you’re always welcome to come; so much so that Aunt Martha probably plans around the assumption that you are coming.

- Angela tends to linger by your side whenever you’re out together; especially when Ricky is busy elsewhere. It isn’t rare for him to go off with his friends or want to be alone when you arrive at someplace so you’re usually left behind with your favorite shy little gal.

- This is especially true for when you go to the arcade together: though Ricky will definitely drag you around with him a lot of the time; wanting you to go against him in different two person games.

- Family game nights and show watching. You all sit down after dinner every Friday and play board games or watch something like jeopardy or the Brady bunch on tv.

- Martha treats you like a daughter, plain and simple. If she didn’t already have Angela you probably would have become her surrogate child; though sometimes Angela is definitely made to play second fiddle in favor of you. Thankfully, she never really minds; she might even prefer having a break from her mother on occasion.

- Please let her do your hair, or your makeup, or maybe just try on these clothes and see if they fit you better than Angela. She did see it in the store and think of you~

- She definitely buys things just because she knows you like them and makes things because she knows they’re your favorite. It really is like having a home away from home whenever you go over to their house: like having another mother; one you might even trust more than your own.

- Martha would obviously love to have a girly girl in her life but she wouldn’t mind a tomboy either. She might prefer it when you act or dress more feminine or subtly urge you to do so but you’re still gonna be a sweet little girl to her, regardless of how you dress or behave. As long as you let her dote on you like a girly girl, she really doesn’t mind.

- At first, you were just included in the “sweetie’s” call, but she slowly started to call you sweetie on your own and now she just addresses you by pet names like 90% of the time.

- She used to apologize when she found herself treating you like one of her own children; even if she really wasn’t sorry, but she stopped apologizing the longer you spent a part of their lives and now she’s perfectly comfortably treating you that way: preening you all motherly like and giving you hugs and such.

- You tend to give her the praise she constantly seeks out and she absolutely loves it. Sometimes she goes above and beyond to make you happy just because of it.

“Wasn’t that nice of me, hmmm?”

- You can always depend on her; even if she’s a little scatterbrained. Got sick at school and moms not answering the phone? Aunt Martha to the rescue. Got your first period and embarrassed to tell anyone? Don’t worry dear, she’ll take care of everything. Mom doesn’t allow makeup? “It’s our little secret” she’ll tell you after she buys you some cosmetics.

- Speaking of: she’s always jumping to take care of or help you when you’re sick or injured. She’ll bandage you up and/or fret over your symptoms, making you soup or telling you to lie down; even journeying over to your house with a care package when she learns that you’re under the weather.

- Overall, it’s just a very nice experience. She never once feels like just your friends mother: she’s an adult who you can trust and truly feel comfortably around; even if she’s a little prim and proper.

#Ricky thomas imagine #Angela baker imagine #aunt Martha imagine #Martha thomas imagine #aunt Martha thomas imagine #sleepaway camp imagine #sleepaway camp imagines #sleepaway camp headcanons #sleepaway camp headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #platonic imagine #platonic headcanons

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fuckyeahdarcylewis · 1 year ago

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Yonder

by Cyan_Rain

In a world where everyone knows aliens are real, ancient Norse gods have become a tourist attraction, and half of everyone recently came back from being nonexistent for five years, figuring out what exactly is going on is a tough job, but somebody's got to do it. And who better than an astrophysicist who was one of the first civilians on Earth to meet an alien from another planet, and an FBI agent who's friends with Ant Man?

Darcy and Jimmy have teamed up to investigate the aftermath of superhero battles and miscellaneous unexplained phenomena. When their investigation into seemingly random monster attacks around the world reveals bizarre similarities, it leads to a series of unexpected reunions.

Words: 2438, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), WandaVision (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jimmy Woo, Darcy Lewis, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Shang-Chi (Marvel), Katy Chen, Scott Lang

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Jimmy Woo, Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Additional Tags: Post-Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (Movie), Monsters, Wanda Maximoff Redemption, Yet another more different idea for where Wanda ends up post-MoM, because apparently I can't stop writing these, scarletvision - Freeform, Darmy

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis'#Darcy Lewis #fanfictions #mcu

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noteriii · 2 years ago

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𓍯 Velvet Garden 03

A story of the Pretty Sailor Guardian, Sailor Gaia and her lover.

A neon impasse.

˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Sunday morning, you wake up seamlessly. No ragged breathing or sweaty palms; no strange dreams. For once in what felt like ages, you didn’t dream of a woman and her sister named Serenity. You did not dream of a war and a man whose face you could barely make out- who you learned was named Endymion. You did not dream of faceless heroes and villains, nor did you dream of the pain of the faceless Princess Thea.

Rolling over to your side, you find your phone on your bedside table. A text from your mother is amongst all your other random notifications-

Mom: I won’t be home until late tonight, my card is on the table.

Mom: I heard there’s a carnival in town. If you want, you should check it out.

Mom: I know it's for kids but you’ve been home alone a lot recently.. Do something fun today.

Mom: I love you, Kaede.

You read her texts, followed by an article link of the carnival she was talking about. It was a child’s carnival indeed, filled with cute animals and a princess. The entrance fee was fairly cheap and you had your whole day off considering you had done all your work yesterday. So, you got up and got dressed for your day. It was a lot warmer than it was Friday night but the large coat hanging in your closet reminded you to bring a jacket just in case. Slipping on a white hoodie and a pair of pink shorts, you threw on your shoes and danced around the kitchen as you scrounged for snacks before you left for the carnival. A simple 30 minute train ride away wasn’t so bad but, you didn’t want to starve yourself on your way there. After taking your time to get ready, making yourself feel pretty for the day ahead, you left your building to walk to the closest train station.

The sun was bright out today, though it wasn’t scorching hot. Light pink cherry blossoms were starting to bloom on the trees you passed by and you took in a deep breath, admiring their scent. You smiled to yourself once at the train station, glad that it wasn’t as busy as usual. Waiting for your train to come, you rummage through your bag to find your phone to pass time. Instead, you pull out a strange looking brooch that you surely did not remember packing earlier that morning. It was a beautiful silver brooch with the design of what looked like the sun on it with six small and lightly tinted crystals on it. You carefully put it back into your bag, not wanting to scratch such a beautiful accessory before pulling out your phone and aimlessly scrolling. You sat at the bench, reading through the most recent Sailor Moon activities.

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“Endymion, there’s no need to hide.” The woman says amusingly, glancing over to the man who was trying his best to hide behind one of the almost white trees. He leaves his hiding spot, quickly making his way over to her. “What if one of the guards sees me?” He asked her cautiously, only for her to wave her hand as if dismissing the thought. “The scouts are resting and the guards are at meet with my mother and sister, lecturing poor Serenity about tricking them.” The woman explains with a light smile, looking at him. “I missed you,” She says quietly before he wraps his arms around her tightly, embracing her.

“I missed you too, my love.” He whispers in her ear quietly, lovingly.

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Maybe you should go to the doctor, considering the amount of odd daydreams you’ve been having. Hey Doc, I’ve been having weird dreams of this lady and what i think is her estranged lover dying! You chuckle at the thought as you slip on your headphones to fill in the quiet space. It’s a few more minutes before the train arrives, but you quickly head in and find a place to hold tight before the vehicle starts moving.

Sooner than later, you make it to the fair. Big signs lead you to buy tickets and advertise the park: Dreamland. You smile to yourself, seeing the kid like attractions and such around. Entering the park, you take in the smell of the loved carnival food. “Yoo-hoo!! I’m having so much fun!!” a loud voice says, shifting your gaze to the source. You see two familiar blonde buns going up and down on the merry-go-round. You laugh to yourself and called out to her, “Hey, Tsukino-Chan! What’s up?” The blonde perks up at the sound of your voice and gets off the ride as soon as she could, running over to you. She tackles you in a hug, causing you to stumble back a step. “Ryuu-Sama, I’m so glad to see you!” The girl says to you, causing a confused look to crawl onto your features. She’s so excited and I barely know her.? “It’s good to see you too.” You tell her, patting her head before you two part from the hug. There’s a call for her name before you see two girls running to you guys. “Usagi-Chan, we’ve been looking for you!” Says a girl with dark black hair and almost purple eyes. Her gaze shifts over to yours and her eyes widen before she bows her head and greets you. “Ryuu-Senpai, I didn’t think we’d bump into you!” You pause for a second, before you laugh lightly. “No need to bow, Hino-Chan. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You tell her, causing the other girl with her and Usagi to look to you both. “We used to go to school together,” You explained briefly before continuing. “Hino-Chan would get lost in the halls and follow me around even though I was in a completely different grade.” You say with a fond smile on your face, Rei’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m Mizuno Ami,” Greeted the other girl with short, pretty blue hair. You smiled at her and gave her a small wave before Rei speaks up again. “Usagi-Chan, you aren’t supposed to run off like that, you know this! We’re.. looking for something and you aren’t helping!” She says, causing the blonde to frown. “Lighten up, Rei-San! I want to have fun!” Usagi says to her friend, only for her to roll her eyes. They don’t seem to be getting along. You open your mouth to speak before you’re interrupted by a new voice. “Hi.” The voice says to your group, startling you all and you guys to shriek. You all looked to where the voice came from, even more shocked with the result. “A talking lion?!” Screams Usagi, gripping your arm and hiding behind you. You looked at the girl a bit worried and stood in front of her to attempt to ease her. “Don’t worry, he isn’t a real animal.” Says a new voice, a girl in a poofy dress and crown. “You’re the Dream Princess. I saw you on TV.” Usagi speaks from behind you as the girl nods. Ami eyes the lion suspiciously, her glance shifting to you and Usagi for a second. “Are you sure the lion is fake?” Ami asks the princess, causing her to nod and show us a remote. She presses a button and the lion sits down, proving to us that the animal is indeed a toy. “They’re kinda.. Cute..” Usagi says, stepping away from you and closer to the lion. “I’m getting bad vibes from her..” Rei mumbles to Ami, you look over to them and nod. More and more animals waddle over to your small group, effectively gaining Usagi’s attention. You, on the other hand, feel your heart racing. Why do I have a bad feeling about all of this? You watched Usagi and the Princess talk about a party with candy, causing the blonde’s eyes to light up. “Oh, I can’t wait!!” She says excitedly before you quickly grab her hand and walk away, her friends following behind you too. You felt your heart pounding and a knot of anxiety tangling in your chest. You felt so protective over Usagi and her friends yet, you barely knew any of them. Was it because you were the oldest so you felt responsible for them? “I don’t like her. There’s something off with her.” You say as you finally stopped walking, far enough from the Princess so she couldn’t hear. Rei and Ami nod beside you, causing Usagi to pout. “Come on, she’s just the Dream Princess!” You shake your head at her and sigh. “Maybe we should split up,” Ami suggests before looking over to you with a kind smile. “You can go enjoy the park, we should be going.” She tells you as Rei and Usagi nods, a sort of sad smile on the blonde’s face. “I can help. You guys are looking for something, right? We’ll split off into pairs.” You suggest as all the girls look at each other as if exchanging their thoughts. Before they could reply, you looped your arm with Ami’s with a smile on your face. “We’ll find you guys later!” You called out to them as you tug the girl away.

Walking around the park, you glance around before looking at Ami. “So.. what are we looking for?” You ask her before she shrugs. “I’m not sure how to explain it.. But I’ll know when I see it.” She tells you as you nod in response. You spot a sort of flower garden display, nudging her arm and looking over to the garden. “How do you know Usagi-Chan?” Ami asks you as you two walk towards the garden. “Her cat woke me up at a bus stop.” You laughed lightly as you two entered the garden. Ami walks a little behind you, watching as you make your way through the beautiful flowers.

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“Princess Thea!” calls a voice, causing the woman to look up from her book in her lap. “Princess Thea, the queen wishes to have a meal with you and your sister!” The voice calls again, closer this time. With a sigh, she closes her book.

“Mercury, there’s no need to yell like that in the garden.” The princess speaks as the sailor scout bows in a light apology. “I’m sorry, your highness, I always seem to get lost in this garden.” Mercury speaks, drawing a light laugh from the princess. “That’s why I enjoy it here,” The princess sets her hand on top of Mercury’s head affectionately.

“I’m harder to find.”

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Ami breaks out of her daze, realizing she had stopped walking. Looking around herself, you were gone. The girl glances around the close vicinity before walking, hoping she would find you somewhere in the garden as the daydream plays in a loop in her mind. That is, until she sees you sitting on your legs, calmly looking through the flowers as if you two weren’t just on the search for whatever the girls were looking for in the first place. “Princess, I found you!” Ami says before her hand slaps across her mouth, in shock of her own words. You look up to her, your face scrunched up as you stand from your spot. “Princess? Do I look like the Dream Princess?” You jokingly asked her, motioning to your clothes. “I’m sorry Ryuu-San! I don’t know where that came from, really!” Ami says, sputtering out apologies. You laughed lightly, ruffling her short hair in response to her embarrassment. “It’s alright, Mizuno-Chan. This park with princesses and talking animals is a little weird for the head.” You tell her. She sort of shakes her head, dismissing a thought to herself and nods at you before motioning to the exit of the maze-like garden. “I think the Princess is having her party soon.” Ami says, motioning to the big building a bit away. You nodded in response, “Yeah, we should head over there. Maybe we’ll find Rei-Chan and Tsukino-Chan.” You say to her.

When you guys make it into the cold factory, the smell of sugar fills your senses. There are multiple tables full of cookies and candies, desserts you’ve never even heard of line the tables as well. “I can’t believe Usagi-Chan is missing this!” Ami says, filling a small plate with sweets for herself. You nod as you pick up a cookie, feeling a chill run up your spine. “Is it cold in here or is that just me?” You ask Ami as she shrugs. You ignore the feeling and take a bite of the cookie, glancing around the room. Within minutes, the room feels dull and quiet, a wave of grogginess washing over you. Kids in the room begin complaining that they are tired, then soon enough the adults as well. Ami rubs her eyes, trying her hardest to stay away as she drops her plate on the ground carelessly. “It’s the sweets,” She says to you as you reach out to grab her arm, feeling yourself grow even more tired than before. “They’re taking up all our energy, Rei was right about the Princess.” She says before falling onto her knees. You fall with her, your bag falling off your shoulder and spilling. The beautiful silver brooch from before slips out, falling in between you and your newfound friend. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in her weak hand as she looks at you desperately. “Hold it..” She tells you tiredly. You reach your arm out to take it before everything goes dark.

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“See what happens when you girls work together?” You hear a voice say as you wake up. You sit up and rub your eyes as you hear a group of girls speak before actually looking at them. Your eyes widen at the site of the Sailor Scouts and a small black cat speaking together in the room, causing you to let out a surprised yell and scooch back. What are the Sailor Scouts doing here? What happened? The Scouts look over to you worriedly before Sailor Moon runs over to you worriedly, kneeling in front of you. “Ryuu-Sama, are you alright?!” She asks you as you take another scoot back. A sudden flash of cold and light floods your senses as your hand grazes against a smooth metal.

“Sailor Gaia?”

#sailor moon #tuxedo mask #usagi tsukino #mamoru chiba fluff #mamoru #mamoru x reader #mamoru chiba x reader #sailor moon x reader #anime #anime x reader #noteriii

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demcnsinmymind · 2 years ago

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get to know the muse

three things they love: pre canon : money, filmmaking, sex. Cliché, but it is what it is. post canon: being back in the real world. having a real bed to sleep in. the freedoms that come with being homeless and ID-less : having no responsibilities, living day to day, having all the time in the world, going wherever he wants

three things they hate: pre canon : naysayers and pessimists, people who try to force 'traditional values' onto him, something being out of his control post canon : evil people/abusers/people without conscience and empathy, doctors/hospitals, the downsides of being homeless and ID-less

three things they need: pre canon : money, more influence, more time. post canon : therapy from a really good psycholgist but ofc he ain't having it, a friend, A HUG and honestly a shoulder to cry on. someone crack him and let him talk about what he's been through and how much it has destroyed him pls

three things they want: pre canon : to become rich and famous, to be remembered and to be successful post canon : his team to come back/never having died, redemption and penance, to just go home again and forget anything ever happened

three things that scare them: pre canon : failing at achieving his goals and dreams, death, being insignificant and forgettable. post canon : the thought of suddenly waking up back inside 1948 Collingwood, death/dying alone, hurting people/causing their deaths

three things that thrill them: pre canon : discovering and exploring a great new shooting location aka some creepy abandoned/haunted building with a lot of history attached to it (Collingwood was his dream location), anonymity /the thrill of chasing one nightstands, the challenge of doing something great on a limited time and money budget post canon : being a very high value target for a lot of people (police, cultists...), stealing stuff in order to survive and not getting caught, doing dangerous things and getting himself into life-threatening situations to feel alive and be protected by Azathoth/or friends

three favorite foods: pre canon : Pepperoni pizza, sushi with an ungodly amount of soy sauce, tangerines post canon : he'll murder people for fresh fruit and veggies (not really, but you get the urgency), also fast food - burgers, chinese, pizza, you name it, he'll eventually have it (it'll take him a while to start eating normally again)

three favorite smells: pre canon : nature-y smells like the smell of a forest and the ocean, nicely scented shampoo on a woman, strangely enough the smell of abandoned buildings post canon : nature-y smells like the smell of a forest and the ocean and clean air, fresh bakery smells, freshly washed clothes/bedsheets and just soap-y clean stuff

three favorite holidays: pre canon : didn't have the time for holidays. didn't care about holidays post canon : Christmas because of all the lights, smells and the people outside, otherwise none

three favorite people: pre canon : D/avid F/incher, Ri/dley S/cott, his mom post canon : anyone who's kind enough to give him food and a place to stay, really, depending on the verse and what not, maybe @ebonyforged @adeathsentence and @badassxbirdy, just in general though he's drawn to strong, fierce, intelligent women who've got their hearts in their right place

tagged by: @thatslayer tagging: @ebonyforged @adeathsentence @badassxbirdy @ignisxcor / @sanguinelupus, @greatwrath @orphanedshadow @demonstigma @demone-volpe @therebekahmikaelson @thesoulofasurvivor @innerwar @kxllerblond @p0ssessed and anyone else who wants to!

#headcanons #do you have any idea what ten years in here can do to a person? : character study #hc : likes #hc : dislikes

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years ago

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I posted 8,223 times in 2022

That's 6,173 more posts than 2021!

3,233 posts created (39%)

4,990 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wint3r-h3art

@fluffyprettykitty

@crazycookiecrumbles

@wint3r-library

@tom-whore-dleston

I tagged 5,495 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#linda answered - 1,990 posts

#stephen strange x reader - 204 posts

#self reblog. - 198 posts

#fic: the princess & her captain - 182 posts

#fic: the wizard & i - 161 posts

#feedback - 143 posts

#whorish behavior on main - 127 posts

#ask games ! - 121 posts

#namor x reader - 106 posts

#« trashcan » ( tbd ) - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i’m literally outlining my frank smut and then you sent me this and now i’m wheezing like a w word in church

My Top Posts in 2022:

Suit & Tie | S.S

Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.

Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)

Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied

A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward. No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library

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Yes dear? | TASM!P.P x Reader

Summary: Peter is in grey sweatpants while fixing his suit and you can’t help yourself..AKA: Peter getting his soul sucked out because the audacity he has to walk around your shared apartment with nothing but those sweats on.

Word count: 2.2K

Rating: Explicit (smut ahead, besties). contain oral, exhibitionism (you’ll see why ehehe), fingering, unprotected seggs, and praise kink. If these topics upset you, please don’t click read more.

A/N: This is obviously adult!Peter/post college Peter. Just me still thinking about AG in grey sweats, besties. I also hope the tags are working now. As always, reblogs and comments are great, greatly appreciated.

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It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library and turn on post notification for fic update.

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Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader

Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲)

MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY

A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.

*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!

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My #1 post of 2022

His Sacrificial Offering | Namor

Summary: You were sent to be his, and his you shall be; both body and soul

Word count: 2.0K

Warnings: brain rotting smut ahead. Little plot, just thots. oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. Breeding kink, cum dumping, slight mention of possessive behavior. Romance undertone if you squint.

18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

A/N: Tenoch Huerta be pulling me out of my writing slump, and here is the result. I hope you liked it. Little plot, but somewhat coherent (I hope). No beta either, so if I do miss anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this little blurb, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated 💛

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This is something new for me. But lately, I’ve become fascinated with Netflix documentaries about criminals, such as “Don’t F*** With Cats” and I’ve been wondering what such a documentary about the infamous Charles Lee Ray would be like. Tiffany is included, and before you wonder how, it’s because she sometimes goes out as ‘Tiffany’ instead of ‘Jennifer’, as seen in ‘Cult’. Also, she lives for attention, so I’m sure she’d get involved in something like this. This is a transcript of the interviews that took place with characters both canon and original, offering their perspectives on the Lakeshore Strangler, and asking the difficult questions “what makes a murderer?” And “does he live on through a doll?”

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Introduction:

Interviewer: The Lakeshore Strangler is infamous. He killed several people during his life, and he inspired the popular Chucky movies. But not much is known about him. That was, until now. This documentary aims to discover the man behind the blade, and answer once and for all the question “who was Charles Lee Ray?”

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All of these interviews were conducted before the 8th March 2016.

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Interview One:

John Reed - Close Friend:

Interviewer: So how did you meet him?

John: We met at a local bar about twelve years ago. We had the same order, and we both went to grab it at the exact same time. I accidentally head butted him whilst trying to get the drink and on the way to get an icepack we got talking.

Interviewer: Did he ever seem violent at all? Did you ever feel unsafe around him?

John: Oh, god no. He was- he was a good friend. I trusted him a lot, y’know? I mean, god, he even looked after my kids when I had to go on business trips.

Interviewer: Did your children like him? Did they ever mention anything strange going on?

John: No, the kids adored him. He was like a second father to them. He helped chaperone my eldest’s school dance, he taught my son Mason how to tie a tie when I wasn’t able to. He comforted my little girl Sophia when she was terrified of a storm and I was trying to calm down my other son Tyler who was on the verge of a panic attack. My youngest got confused and called him “Daddy” once. I was so embarrassed, but Charles just laughed and said “I wish!”

Interviewer: So you’d say that Mr Ray had a fondness for children?

John: Yeah, the kids loved their Uncle Charles, and he seemed to like them a lot too. Oh wait- I just realised… he killed people. Oh god, I left my children alone with a serial killer! They didn’t have anything to defend themselves, the power goes out a lot so they couldn’t call me, their mom or the cops, they could have died!

Interviewer: Sir, are you alright? Would you like to take a moment?

John: Yeah, I’m- I’m sorry, could we just, finish, please? I don’t have anything else to say and- I gotta get home to my kids and just hug ‘em. I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.

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Interview Two:

Doctor Helen Mixter - Childhood Therapist:

Interviewer: What was Mr Ray like as a child?

Helen: Oh, Charlie was such a sweet little boy. So intelligent at such a young age, and charming to boot. He was very well liked by the other boys, they saw him as a leader of sorts.

Interviewer: How did he end up at the Boy’s Home?

Helen: Charlie came here when he was about seven, because a serial killer had broken in and killed his father… and mother. He was so mature for his age, because another child would have spent months crying over it, but not Charlie. No, he accepted what had happened mere moments after they had died. Even then, he understood that death is a natural part of life, and they’re happier now.

Interviewer: When did he leave the Boy’s Home? Was it approved by a social worker or did he just decide to leave?

Helen: From what I understand, a janitor who worked at the Home- who Charlie had never liked- killed himself by cutting off his hand one day. The younger boys were all broken up over it, and since Charlie was sort of their leader, I think he felt responsible. He couldn’t handle the guilt and decided to leave instead of upsetting himself more by seeing those sad little children. He didn’t leave a note for anyone, he just packed up his things, some food and $150 he found lying around and left. I missed him for a while, he was my favourite patient you know.

Interviewer: Really? Why was that?

Helen: Well, like I said, he was wise beyond his years. An excellent conversationalist and he was running metaphorical rings around me right from our very first session. He was a very special young man, I feel privileged that I got to know him, even for a short while.

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Interview Three:

Tiffany Valentine - Lover:

Interviewer: How did you meet Mr Ray?

Tiffany: Chucky came into a bar I was having drinks in, and the second we locked eyes with each other he approached me. He invited me and some girl he was with up to the hotel he was staying at, and we had a threesome. After that night I knew that it was love.

Interviewer: And was it? Love, I mean. Was he a good partner?

Tiffany: Oh, we had our ups and downs, but what couple doesn’t? And god, he was a fantastic lover, best I ever had in fact. He got a little jealous if I talked to other guys, but he was so loving and compassionate when we were alone. He used to love drawing, and he’d sketch me from time to time. I managed to save one of his drawings- here, I’ve got it for you to look at.

Interviewer: Wow, that’s an incredible drawing, Miss Valentine. He must have loved you a lot.

Tiffany: He did, and I loved him too.

Interviewer: There are various rumours online that you knew about the murders that Mr Ray committed, and you were involved in them.

Tiffany: Now that’s just not true! I’ve seen those Chucky movies too, and I’m not the least bit similar to the bitch I’m made out to be onscreen. I am a pacifist, and the character that the stunning and talented Miss Tilly played in the movies is just that, a character. I resent the suggestion that I had anything to do with those horrible crimes! I wept for months when I found out what he did, because I didn’t know that he was such a- such a monster!

Interviewer: Miss Valentine, are you okay to continue?

Tiffany: No, we’re done here. Goodnight asshole.

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Interview Four:

Nica Pierce - Daughter of Last Victim:

This interview was conducted from inside Miss Pierce’s cell at Lochmoor maximum security mental institution.

Interviewer: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Miss Pierce. I know, given your history, that this will be a struggle for you. But I’m sure that our viewers will value your insight.

Nica: No, it’s no problem. You need the full story and… I’m the only one in my family left. The only one who was there, at least.

Interviewer: So your mother was pregnant with you when Mr Ray abducted her and your older sister Barbara?

Nica: That is correct.

Interviewer: And you never knew your father?

Nica: No, that bastard killed him, I know it.

Interviewer: Did your mother ever talk about what happened?

Nica: Would you? She was traumatised after her experience. Those yellow flowers and that small, dark apartment haunted her in her nightmares. She painted those flowers everyday. She made sure that Barbara and I always had a weapon handy as a child, and that we knew self-defence. She didn’t want it to ever happen again. Of course, when Barbra moved out she got rid of her weapons and settled down to raise my niece Alice. But I stayed alert, just in case.

Interviewer: Have you had the opportunity to talk to Alice after… what happened? Is she doing okay?

Nica: Would you talk to the person who made you an orphan? The last I heard was that she’s living with my brother-in-law’s mom. Her social worker got in contact days before my trial and said that she was doing okay.

Interviewer: Do you know why your mother and sister were abducted?

Nica: That sicko wanted a family. He wanted to be Daddy, because he’d never gotten any love in his life. But my mom didn’t love him, and he couldn’t get Barbra to call him Dad, no matter how hard he tried. It was always ‘Uncle Charles’. In one of the few conversations my mom and I had about her experiences, she said that this drove him insane.

Interviewer: There are theories that Mr Ray was your biological father, that he met your mother about nine months before everyone said he did. It’s mostly because you look so much like him- if you aren’t offended by me saying so- and it would give him more motivation to want your family as his own.

Nica: As horrible of a possibility as that seems, I’m sad to say that that could be very likely. But I wouldn’t want to get a DNA test to confirm it, I’d prefer to have the slightest hope that he wasn’t my father.

Interviewer: Would you mind talking a little bit about what happened to your family three years ago?

Nica: I suffer from bipolar disorder. I was pathologically jealous of my sister and I was always too possessive of Alice. In my delusions I convinced myself that a children’s toy who shared a name with my mother’s kidnapper and my father’s murderer was responsible for my actions. But I understand the truth now, and I’m working towards healing.

Interviewer: I think that my time with you is almost up now, Miss Pierce. Thank you so much for sharing your side of the story, you’ve shared some very valuable information with us. It’s been a pleasure talking to you, and I sincerely hope that you get the support you need to get better.

Nica: Thank you, and the pleasure was all mine.

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Interview Five:

Doctor Martin Caine - Criminal Psychologist:

Interviewer: In your opinion, what sort of psychosis did Mr Ray suffer from?

Martin: I’m tempted to say that Mr Ray was a sociopath, but he clearly had the ability to form attachments, because he had a longing for a family. He seemed to love Miss Valentine, or at least had a fondness for her. So I believe that we’re looking at a psychopath.

Interviewer: Is there anything you can tell us about his character? Anything personal about him that may have driven his actions?

Martin: I believe that Mr Ray suffered from manic episodes, where he had to kill, and there was no stopping it. His actions during these episodes could not be described as rational, but otherwise he seemed to be a functional member of society. He adored children, and wanted some of his own. A reason for this could be a desire to control, a helpless child would depend on him for everything, and he could puppeteer them to do whatever he wished. Or perhaps it was a genuine desire for affection, children, on the whole, are fairly unbiased. A child could give the kind of pure, unadulterated love that he craved, the kind he couldn’t get from anyone else.

Interviewer: This is all so fascinating, is there anything else?

Martin: Of course. Mr Ray was deeply religious. Not Christian, or anything of that nature. He had a strong belief in voodoo, specifically Damballa. He painted a large mural in his apartment that featured him prominently. Mr Ray had a thirst for power, and he seemed to pin his hopes on Damballa to grant him that power.

Interviewer: Voodoo?

Martin: Yes, Mr Ray had a book entitled ‘Voodoo for Dummies’, and then of course there was the mural. He was also consulting a Voodoo doctor called Doctor Death, so he was clearly interested in the occult.

Interviewer: Ah, I see. Now, did Mr Ray have any redeeming traits at all?

Martin: He was intelligent and determined, but those could be symptoms of his psychopathy. He was very artistic, he could draw and paint quite well, self-taught, I heard. And he was very compassionate towards those he loved, and tried his best to protect them. He was good with children and animals, so he clearly had the ability to show kindness, he just had a dangerous inclination towards violence that clouded his judgment. I feel a great deal of pity for him, and I can’t help but wonder that if he had gotten the help he needed when he was a child, if someone had encouraged his empathy instead of stamping it out, he would still be alive today. Perhaps even settled down with the family he so desperately wanted?

Interviewer: What do you think of the rumour that Mr Ray lives on through a doll?

Martin: I saw those movies with my son on his eighteenth birthday as a sort of movie marathon event. The stories were entertaining, but entirely unrealistic. I mean, the things people can come up with! Even through the use of voodoo, that surely wouldn’t be possible. So I’d like to reassure any anxious viewers that the ghost of Charles Lee Ray will not come for them in the guise of a Good Guy doll.

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Interview Six:

Andy Barclay - Chucky Expert:

Interviewer: Tell us about your experiences with Chucky.

Andy: I got him as a gift on my sixth birthday. He killed my mom’s best friend Maggie whilst she was babysitting me. He convinced me to skip school and go to Chicago, where he killed his old partner Eddie Caputo and Doctor Death. He wanted to transfer his soul into my body, and killed anyone who got in his way. My mother and I stopped him with the help of Mike Norris, and we thought that was the end of it. But he killed my foster parents, but Kyle and I killed him again. I had a few years without him and went off to military school. Chucky reared his ugly head and I had to stop him from killing a kid. But he killed several of my classmates and some teachers. We exploded him in one of those industrial sized fans. It was kinda funny. I haven’t seen him since… but he’s out there.

Interviewer: How do you know this?

Andy: I… have it on good authority. Besides, he always comes back. He never dies.

Interviewer: Are you sure that this all really happened? You weren’t just a traumatised kid?

Andy: I know what I saw. I’m not lying. He’s alive, and that goddamn doll ruined my life. Now listen to me, I’ve heard that he’s been spotted in this area. He loves attention so he’s probably drawn to this little documentary. I suggest you find a place to hide, before it’s too late.

Interviewer: Well that’s… all the time we have I’m afraid Mr Barclay. Get home safe.

Andy: So you’re just.. not gonna take anything I’m saying seriously? Whatever, it’s your funeral pal. A shot through the head or heart usually works to kill him, so try that if all else fails. Good luck.

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Closing Remarks:

Interviewer: Charles Lee Ray was a fascinatingly complex man. Clearly deranged, but with a secret passion for art and a desire to have a family. Perhaps, if he had gotten help in his youth, this documentary wouldn’t exist? It’s a fascinating thing to ponder, but- wait, what is that? Is that- no, it’s just a doll. It couldn’t be- wait! No, no, no, please! Don’t- argh! *gurgle*

Chucky: Well that was fun. Hiya folks, I’m Charles, but my friends call me Chucky. Thanks for stickin’ around for the whole documentary, means a lot, y’know? It’s been fun hearing all these different perspectives, but I think you fine folks deserve the true story straight from the horse’s mouth, or however that saying goes. I was born and raised in New Jersey, killed my mom aged seven, moved to a Boy’s Home. Killed a janitor aged fourteen and went to live on the streets. Met Tiffany, killed a chick with her. Killed a crap ton of people with and apart from her and then decided to have a kid with Sarah Pierce. I can confirm that Nica’s my kid. Looks a lot like her old man, doesn’t she? Got gunned down in a toy store, came back as a doll and killed a whole bunch of people. The highlights include the woman I whacked with her own ruler and the guy I electrocuted with his own electric impulse therapy machine thing. I dunno, never learned the name. I’ve been bumped off a few times, but I always come back. I’m honestly so happy that so many people wanted to learn about me, I’m thrilled. Y’know what, anyone who watched this documentary is gonna be spared. Just tell me when you watched it and show me proof and I won’t hurt ya. In fact, I’ll sign an autograph and take a selfie if you want me to. Till then, remember, friends don’t let friends drive drunk. Goodnight everyone!

#chucky #chucky series #seed of chucky #childs play #childs play 2 #curse of chucky #childs play 3 #bride of chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #andy barclay #nica pierce #horror #fanfiction #documentary

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The Sound of Silence

Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: When you were born deaf your parents and you thought you were just like anybody born unable to hear, that is until you meet your soulmate Han Jisung.

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, strength kink (a little if you squint), oral (m&f receiving/69ing), unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie, breeding kink. That should be it, I feel like the soulmate ones are all pretty tame which is okay. If I misses something please let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you were born your parents were so happy. Of course they were, they had a beautiful healthy baby girl. You were a normal happy baby, your parents had no reason to think otherwise. It wasn’t until you were a year old when your mom was taking you into daycare and a firetruck with it’s sirens on went blaring by did she have suspicions. When the loud siren flew past almost all the babies started screaming and crying, scared of the unfamiliar loud noise, all the babies but you. You laid there nuzzled against your mom’s shoulder sound asleep, didn’t even flinch. Your parents took you to the doctor who confirmed what your mother already knew. You were deaf. The strange thing was, after your examination, there was nothing the doctor could find wrong with you that could be causing the hearing loss but it was clear that you were one hundred percent deaf.

Your mother was determined not to let that hold you back and wouldn’t let anyone treat you differently just because you couldn’t hear. When you were ready to start primary school the school board wanted to send you to the deaf school. Your mother told them you didn’t need a special school and insisted on sending you to a regular public school. She had taught you sign language since you were an infant and you were learning to read lips. As you grew the doctors tried every kind of hearing aid. Your mom was against a cochlear implant, she didn’t feel like you needed to have surgery, there was nothing wrong with you. The doctor had said so himself. None of it ever worked, you still couldn’t hear. Everyone was baffled. You didn’t know any different, so it didn’t really bother you either way. Just because it didn’t bother you didn’t mean you didn’t wish you could hear, especially certain things. Birds, music, you wish you could hear your mom’s voice because you knew how happy it would make her. You wished you could hear these things, but you couldn’t. Dwelling on it would do no good so it didn’t bother you, but everyone had a wish.

Your mother was right about school of course. You thrived just fine at a regular public school. When you graduated high school you did so a year early, with honors. Now at twenty-three you were working towards your master's degree in literature. Single and still living with your parents. Not ideal but you worked all the time and it seemed silly to spend money on a place you’d never see. It was a light semester for you and when you were leaving one of the classes you were auditing, god you needed a life, you saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board and that immediately caught your eye. ‘Sound of Silence’ it was a study another student was doing on vibrations, music, and the deaf and he was looking for volunteers. You typed the number in your phone and texted it.

You: Is this the sound of silence guy?

Unknown: Uh yes?

You: You don’t seem certain...

Unknown: Sorry! I am I just... those flyers have been up for two months and you’re the first person to text.

You: Oh, well I just started a class over this way and saw it. You need deaf volunteers?

Unknown: Yes! Oh my god that would be fantastic.

You: What exactly do I have to do?

Unknown: It’s nothing invasive! I’ll ask you some questions and do a simple experiment

You: Experiment?

Unknown: It’s not like it sounds I swear! I can explain everything in more detail if you’d like to meet for coffee or something? If anything seems fishy or if you’re uncomfortable, then you just don’t have to do it.

You: Okay which coffee place do you want to meet?

Unknown: Really?!

You: Yeah of course. Why not? Like you said if I don’t feel comfortable, I just don’t have to do it.

Unknown: Okay uh does ten tomorrow morning work for you? The one on main by campus?

You: I’ll see you there!

Unknown: Thank you so much! My name is Jisung by the way, Han Jisung.

You: Han Jisung I’m y/n I’ll see you at ten

Unknown: See you at ten!

You weren’t sure what you were doing exactly but it seemed like an interesting concept and music was THE wish. If you could only hear one thing, only one time, it would be music. Maybe he’ll show you a way to see it, you were definitely intrigued by this Jisung guy right off the bat. When you went to meet him for coffee the next day you were looking around trying to find a guy and you didn’t even know what he looked like. Suddenly a ridiculously cute guy with moppy hair and chubby cheeks was waving you over. He started signing.

“y/n right?” You didn’t know why but you were surprised he could sign. You signed back.

“You can just talk I can read lips.” He smiled and continued to sign.

“I really don’t mind signing, most people tell me I talk too much anyway.” You giggled and he smiled bigger, his eyes scrunching up, they sparkled, they were such a beautiful deep brown.

“If you don’t mind I don’t.” Turned out Jisung picked that café because they had baristas that could sign. You both ordered and Jisung started explaining just what this experiment was going to be.

“So I’ll put a sticky little probe on your forehead in four places and I’m going to record your brain waves while I play certain instruments and songs.” You were impressed.

“You can play musical instruments.” He smiled nodding.

“Only a two, piano and guitar.” You shrugged.

“Two more than I know how to play.” He smiled and shook his head.

“Fair enough.” You and Jisung sat at the coffee shop for two hours as he explained how he had come up with such a study. His grandmother had been deaf. She had raised him most of his life, she’s who taught him to sign. She was the inspiration behind it all. He asked about your major and you explained that you were preparing a thesis for your masters in literature. You finally realized the time and you had to go, you had class.

“Oh I’ve got to run, I have a class. Text me the details.” Jisung stood.

“So you’ll do it?” You nodded.

“Of course Jisung. Tell me when you need me and I’ll be there.” He grabbed your hand with both of his and shook it. Your whole body erupted in goose bumps when he touched you. Get a grip you told yourself. Jisung let go with one hand and signed thank you over and over. You giggled again and shook your head as you left to run for your next class. Jisung texted you the address and asked if that Friday after classes would be okay. You guys set the time and everything was ready to go.

Friday was upon you. After classes you went home, washed up and changed. Nothing fancy, jeans and a hoodie. You let your mom know you were leaving to meet Jisung. You had shown her the flyer and told her about your meeting with him at the coffee shop. You mom was a little wary of you meeting a strange guy but it was on campus in the music department, it wasn’t like you were going to his apartment or anything so she kissed you and told you to be careful. When you got to the music department Jisung was already there setting up. He smiled and waved at you.

“You made it. Fantastic. Have a seat right over here.” Jisung pulled up a chair for you and you sat. He grabbed a notebook and jumped right in.

“Okay so questions...” You nodded smiling sweetly at him.

“If there is anything you’re uncomfortable answering just say so and we can move on.”

“Okay Jisung shoot.” He smiled his big toothy smile at you and you started melting. He was so cute it was almost hard to pay attention to his signing. He did start speaking while he signed and then at least you had an excuse to be staring at his lips. The questions were pretty basic, were you born deaf, what was your diagnosis, things like that. Once you were done with the questions it was time for the experiment.

“So I want you to sit there and I’m going to play the piano and record your brain waves. Then I’m going to have you put your hands on top of the piano and I’ll play it again and record those brain waves. I’m looking to see if there’s any drastic changes or unusual readings.” That all made sense to you, at least it seemed like it should, you didn’t know shit about music or brain waves. Jisung started placing the probes on your forehead. His face was right in front of yours as he concentrated. His eyes flicked down and looked into yours, realizing only then how close he was, his heart pounding in his chest. He smiled and quickly looked back up at the probes, a little sweat forming on his temples. As soon as he was done, he wiped his face with his sleeve and walked over to the computer he had set up. He clicked the mouse and hit a few buttons before walking over to the piano.

“Okay so just sit there and well just sit there.” You laughed and nodded.

“Sit, got it.” He shook his head, took a deep breath and started to play the piano. You watched his movements, fluid, passionate, you could tell he loved the music, he loved making it. When he completed the song you clapped. He smiled, shy, clearly not good at accepting praise and compliments.

“Why are you clapping I could have just elegantly mashed the keys for all you know.” You shook your head no as he walked over and punched keys on his computer again. He looked up at you.

“I can see the music through your eyes when you play.” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the ground blushing.

“Well thank you.” You nodded and he quickly changed the subject.

“Okay this time just sit next to me on the bench here and put your hands on top of the piano.” You did as he said and sat down on the bench, putting your palms flat against the top of the piano. He sat next to you almost elbow to elbow and your heart started racing. You hoped that wouldn’t show up on his brain scan thing. Jisung took a deep breath again and started playing. You weren’t sure why you’d never thought to do something like this before. The vibrations of the piano tickled the tips of your fingers and your palms, you could feel the music as Jisung played. The rise and fall, the building crescendo, tears filled your eyes as, for the first time, you truly felt like you were experiencing what music was. The song felt sad, it felt lost, it felt heartbroken. When Jisung finished the song he stared at the keys in front of him for a moment, then looked up at you. When he saw the tears in your eyes his face softened. His hand came up and his thumb swiped at the tear rolling down your cheek. His palm rested gently against your face and you leaned into his warmth. Jisung started to close the space between you, his gaze fixed on his target, your lips. When his nose brushed yours you realized what was about to happen and panicked. You pulled back falling off the bench and on your ass. Jisung stood quickly.

“Are you okay?” He tried to help you up but you quickly got up. You looked at him exactly one second and ran off. You felt like a complete idiot. You ran into the closest girls room and cried for a good ten minutes. When you finally managed to dry it up you grabbed your phone and saw the slew of texts Jisung had sent you. You opened the thread.

Jisung: I’m so sorry... I...

Jisung: I shouldn’t have done that I’m so sorry I made you uncomfortable. Just... are you okay?

Jisung: I get it if you don’t want to finish the project.

Jisung: You left your bag here. I’ll just take it to the lady at the front desk.

Jisung: I really am sorry y/n

Your heart ached. He didn’t make you uncomfortable, it was just a lot of intense feelings all at once between the music and him and you freaked out. Now he thought he’d done something wrong. You weren’t sure how you would face him again but you knew you had to. You cleaned up your face and headed back towards the music room Jisung had set up in. You walked through the first set of double doors and you were certain you were losing your mind all together. You could swear that you heard a soft pretty sound. Someone’s voice singing. You burst into the room and Jisung jumped, surprised to see you there. It was silent again.

“Were you just singing?” You were signing frantically because you thought you were losing your fucking mind. Jisung looked surprised that you asked that but nodded.

“Yea I was, how did you know?” You shook your head.

“When you speak as you sign are you actually talking or just moving your mouth?” He shrugged.

“I usually just move my mouth, I really prefer to just sign.” Your head kept shaking from side to side.

“Say something.” Jisung was confused.

“Say something. Anything.” He was brain dead not sure why you were so adamant about him saying something. You yelled.

“SAY SOMETHING!” He yelled back startled that he was being yelled at.

“OOOOKAY WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!?” You stood there shocked. You heard every word he had just said. The longer you stood there wide eyed and awestruck the more sounds you noticed. The hum of the AC, birds outside, a car horn and siren. After a minute Jisung touched your shoulder and you focused on him. He signed.

“y/n? Are you okay?” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I can hear Jisung.” He shook his head confused and started to sign again.

“What do you-” You grabbed his hands and put them down. You looked into his eyes, his deep brown eyes that shined.

“I can hear you Jisung.”

“How is that possible?” You shrugged as tears ran down your face.

“I... this might sound crazy but... I think we might be soulmates.” Jisung suddenly looked like a light bulb went off in his head.

“That’s actually not crazy at all! From the moment you text messaged me I have felt this magnet pulling at me and the closer I get to you the less it pulls. Like I’m close to what it’s drawing me towards.” You stepped closer to Jisung.

“Like this?” You stepped closer again and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You were about to lean in and kiss him but Jisung beat you to it his lips crashing into yours as he gently held your face. He stood there holding you and kissing you for a moment, both of you feeling like a piece of a puzzle you didn’t realize you had lost was in place. You finally broke away for air. Then it hit you.

“I’ve gotta go tell my mom!” He nodded and kissed your lips.

“Go, text me later?” You pecked his lips.

“I’ll call!” You dashed off to go tell your mom. To hear her voice. When you got home you ran through the front door and your mom was right there. She immediately started signing.

“What are you running like a bat out of hell fo-”

“Mom I can HEAR!!” Your mom was surprised you didn’t talk often, she wasn’t used to hearing your voice. She looked at you like you were crazy.

“What are you talking about?” You grabbed your mom’s shoulders and made her look you in the eyes.

“Mom just say it. I can hear!” She looked at you still disbelieving but spoke.

“Sweetie, how is that possible?” You shrugged shaking your head.

“Jisung, the guy who I was helping? I think he’s my soulmate. We almost kissed and I panicked and then I thought I heard him singing and I don’t know mom, when he spoke I could hear every little bird chirping outside the window there. I could hear him, I could hear them, and I can hear you, I can hear mom!” She wrapped her arms around you hugging you tightly as tears came to her eyes.

“I... that... I don’t know what to say...” You squeezed your mom and your dad walked in hearing a commotion.

“What’s going on?” Your mom turned to him.

“She can hear.” Your dad’s brow scrunched up.

“What?”

“I can hear dad.” He quickly pulled you in and hugged you kissing the top of your head.

“How on earth...” You told your dad and your mom that you would explain everything to them. You all sat in the living room and you told them about Jisung and his grandmother and his project. You told them that he seemed like a kindhearted man and that you both believed you were soulmates. Your dad agreed, there were some strange soul links, this could very well be one. Once you had explained everything and your parents exhausted their questions you felt all the events of that evening catching up with you. Your eyes were getting heavy. You excused yourself to bed and went up to your room. After you changed and crawled into bed you called Jisung. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey Jisung.” You talked on the phone for longer than you intended to and ended up falling asleep with him still on the line.

“y/n?” He heard your slow breaths and realized. He whispered.

“I think you’re going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Sleep well.” Jisung hung up the phone. Unfortunately for Jisung he no longer had a deaf volunteer but he could live with that if it meant finding the love of his life. Someone else would find a flyer eventually. As it turned out Jisung didn’t have to wait too long. You asked a friend that was also deaf if he’d be interested in helping Jisung and he agreed. You decided to take a speech therapy class a couple of times, just to work out a few kinks in your pronunciation of certain letters or words.

You also went to a specialist on soul links who confirmed what you both already knew, you were in fact soulmates. You and Jisung spent every minute you could afford together when neither of you were working. After seven months Jisung asked you to move in together. Your mom was sad to see you go but glad that you were so happy, hearing or not hearing that’s all she’d ever wanted for you. Your dad insisted on coming over with his truck and helping you and Jisung get things moved in. He’d instantly taken a liking to Jisung and knew his little girl’s heart would be taken care of.

The first night in your apartment together you ordered pizza and watched tv on a mattress on the floor in the living room. After you ate you picked up your trash and put the box in the kitchen. You dug around and found some clean clothes.

“I’m getting in the shower.” You kissed Jisung’s pizza saucy lips and laughed as you wiped it off your lip and licked it off your thumb.

“Maybe you should take one too.” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows at you while you grabbed your toiletries from the box labeled bathroom.

“Together?” You giggled shaking your head.

“No way you hog all the hot water.” He laughed and finished eating as you walked back towards the bathroom. While you took your shower you couldn’t help but get lost in the sound of the water hitting the porcelain tub. Little sounds like that surprised you still sometimes. Your thoughts wandered and before you knew it Jisung was knocking at the bathroom door.

“You okay in there? Need some help?” You quickly rinsed and laughed as you shook your head and replied.

“Nope all good!” You could hear him laughing through the door. You turned off the water grabbed your towel and went to dress in what would eventually be your bedroom once you unpacked everything. Jisung was at the door his lips ready for your soft, clean skin. He went in for your neck and you laughed pushing him away.

“You’re gonna get pizza on me I just got clean!” He shook his head.

“I washed my face.” His lips made contact and you started to melt instantly.

“Well we’ve been moving all day and you’re stinky so go wash everything else too.” He laughed kissing the side of your head as he walked into the bathroom and you towards your room. You got dried off, put on your panties and t-shirt, wrapped your hair in your towel and went out to the bed on the living room floor. You took your hair down, climbed in, and got cozy while Jisung showered. You didn’t realize it but you had started to doze off. About twenty minutes later you were waking up to Jisung crawling into bed warm and clean. He pulled you close and you turned burying your face in his chest and taking a deep breath. He smelled so good. You kissed the soft skin of his firm pec and he hummed. You kissed his collar bone and up his neck.

“Mmm should we break the new place in?” You giggled against his skin then pressed your lips to the shell of his ear and whispered.

“If you mean should we fuck each other's brains out on this mattress in our new living room...” You kissed that soft spot under his ear.

“Then yes, we should.” He playfully growled and rolled on top of you, pinning you down. You were suddenly under him and at his mercy, exactly where you wanted to be. His lips ghosted over your skin. You could feel the warmth from them but they never touched you. He climbed down your body, between your legs and smirked. He pulled on your panties and you lifted your ass so he could take them off. When you were exposed for him he licked his lips and didn’t hesitate to start savoring you slowly. You gripped his hair and moaned.

“Mmm Ji yes, that feels... fuck...” He nodded, his tongue flicking over your clit as his hands traveled up your shirt and started squeezing your breasts. He hummed as he sucked on your clit and it kind of felt like when your hands were on the piano but all over your body. You tugged at his hair harder as your impending climax rushed up on you.

“D-don’t d-don't st-stop...” You were panting, he could feel your chest heaving under his hands as they cupped your tits and pinched your nipples softly. If you said don’t stop there was no way in hell he was. Not until you saw galaxies exploding. Your legs tightened around Jisung’s head while your universe collapsed as you came. Jisung gently kissed your thighs, running his fingertips along your buzzing skin. When you could see, hear, and everything else again you sat up pushing Jisung to his back. You pulled your shirt off and knelt next to him. Jisung hadn’t bothered getting dressed after his shower, he laid there hard ready for you. You grabbed him and started sucking on the tip of his cock.

“Oh fuck yes! Come here jagiya.” Jisung made you move and straddle his face. He pulled you down and started going down on you again. The deeper and sloppier you sucked his dick the more he licked and sucked at your tender pussy. You deep throated Jisung and came, your legs shaking in his hands as he worked your through your second orgasm. You had to stop sucking him off and catch your breath.

“Lay back beautiful.” Jisung turned flipping you onto your back again. He propped himself over you and ran his hand down your face.

“I love you y/n.” Your eyes got big and watery.

“I love you too Jisungie.” He kissed you and sank into you at the same time. You moaned against his lips as you took him. Jisung let out a breath.

“Made for me...” He kissed you again and started a slow but steady rhythm. He was right, it was obvious that you were made for each other. Every roll of his hips made his cock brush against that soft spot inside you. You held onto his broad shoulders as he started fucking you harder.

“Yes yes! God please faster!” Jisung picked up his pace and sweat started beading on his brow.

“Can I cum inside you jagiya? Wanna give you my babies, god please can I?” You nodded gripping one shoulder, your other hand gripping his hair again as you looked into each other.

“Yes Jisung god yes please cum inside me! I’m so close! Cum with me!” Jisung’s hips stuttered and you came hard around his cock as he started coming deep inside you.

“Take it jagi, fuck, yes! That’s where it belongs baby... inside you.” Jisung thrusted deeper and then collapsed on you, breathing heavily. You ran your fingers through his hair gently as you both recovered from your orgasms. Jisung took a long deep satisfied breath and nuzzled into your breasts more, ready to fall asleep.

"I knew you'd be the best thing to ever happen to me..." Your heart swelled.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me too Jisung."

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The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 50: Death and Rebirth

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A/N: Chapter 50 🎉🎉🎉

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"Do not be afraid, it doesn't hurt a bit to die."

– Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser

Reincarnation wasn't anything like how it was depicted. He didn't magically have all the memories of his past life. An infant's brain couldn't handle the strain of having all those memories. In a way, it did all filter through to him through dreams but he never retained them, just woke up with the feelings they had caused. These feelings felt distant as if it wasn't him though.

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May 1771

He dangles, kicking, and hears a far-off rumble from the crowd. He kicks and bucks, feet pawing empty air, hands clawing at his throat. His chest strains, his back arches, and his sight goes black, small lights flickering in the corners of his eyes. And then the stubborn impulse leaves him and he feels his body stretch and loosen, reaching, reaching for the earth.

"Brian!" Ellen’s cry breaks through.

"I'll hold him. Cut him down, lass." Da speaks.

Hands take hold of his body round the middle, lifting slightly to take the strain off the rope. Brian moans.

The next few minutes had been a blur. Hands holding him steady as he's cut down. He can hear Da's frantic begging, full of apologies, Ellen's sobbing and Mama's practical doctor voice as she tries to help him but he can hear her voice wobbling.

"You're going to be ok, Brian." She whispers, her hands on either side of his head.

He tries to move, he tries to speak, but he can't. He hadn't died yet but he was, however, in the process of doing so before his parents' and sister's eyes as they cry and yell frantically above him.

Then another voice breaks through, an old memory that drowns out his family's voices. Instead, he finds himself on hard tarmac ground. A road?

"–Jeremy! Jeremy, don't leave me please!"

He doesn't reply. He panics. What's he doing here? Why's he here? Who's Jeremy? No– Jeremy was– oh God. How could he have forgotten?

Leave? No, he can't leave, not again.

The blackness envelopes him.

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August 2016

Jeremy gasps awake and his hand immediately goes to his neck, rubbing it to make sure it's not, it didn't happen. He's been having a lot of those strange dreams lately, of him living this other life but inside a body he can't control. He knows it can't be real but he can't not believe it as well. The rope around his neck had felt so real as it choked him.

He's breathing heavily, panicking as he sits up in bed. The memories of his dream flicker through his mind making him shake, his breath catch.

He startles when his door shakes as a few thumps smack against it.

"Jeremy? Jeremy? Get up you lazy ass. It's move-in day. We have four and a half hours to get to NYU!" Cries his mother.

"I'm coming, Mom!" Jeremy calls back, flinging out of his bed. Here's to a new beginning.

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December 2017

"Jeremy? Jeremy!"

Jeremy blearily blinks up at his friend Brandon. "Mmm? What?"

"You okay man?" Brandon asks worriedly.

"Uh, no, not really." He mumbles.

Brandon raises an eyebrow as if encouraging him to continue, chewing on his burrito. The NYU Campus Corner Cafe is many things, but an upstanding, clean establishment is not one of them. Still, it is perfect for Jeremy and his friend Brandon to meet up once a week, take their drink of choice, and split an overwhelmingly large breakfast burrito.

Jeremy sighs and begins to speak, "It's– I've been having this dream for like a year now where I, er, basically, I'm being hanged and I, um, I don't know but I can't help but feel like it's a warning. A premonition or something."

"Well, fuck man, I don't know how to help you there," Brandon responds.

"Neither do I," Jeremy grumbles.

Suddenly, Brandon jumps up as if he's been electrocuted, he waves his hands around excitedly as he articulates his idea while Jeremy winces at the wasted bits of rice that fall out of his friend's burrito.

"What you need is a distraction!"

Jeremy blinks at his friend in alarm. "A what?" He blurts.

"Distraction, a hook up, a dalliance."

Jeremy wrinkles his nose. "No one says dalliance, Brandon."

Brandon scoffs. "They should." Jeremy sighs. "Oh, come on man! What about Amelia Davis?"

"Brandon, no," Jeremy intones, a small groan in his voice betraying how he really feels about this subject.

"Brandon, yes," Brandon retorts with a ridiculous smile. "All I'm saying is that you should do something about your ridiculous crush before we go into next semester. I think you should go for it."

"Brandon, it's not going to happen," Jeremy grumbles out.

"You never know, she might actually be exactly what you are looking for."

"I am not going to ask Amelia Davis out, Brandon. Remember what happened with that British guy, Henry, last semester?" He retorts.

"Jeremy, you have been obsessed with her all semester, yet you haven't said a word. Please just walk up to her tomorrow and literally just introduce yourself." Brandon pleads. Jeremy is sure that he is sick and tired of hearing Jeremy moan about his crush.

"I am not going—" Jeremy starts, and then is stopped by a hand on his mouth.

"Look, if you do this and it doesn't go anywhere, I promise to try out for the lacrosse team." Comes Brandon's ultimatum.

He turns to look Brandon in the eye. "Really?" He asks. Jeremy's been trying to get Brandon to join the team for months and the national championship is coming up in about four/five months.

"Really." He says smugly.

"Fuck me, I guess I am going to embarrass myself greatly tomorrow in the name of entertainment for my best friend." Jeremy starts.

"Oh, you mean your only friend," Brandon interjects.

Jeremy lets out a cry of outrage, throwing some of his burrito in his friend's face.

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June 2018

Jeremy is frantic as he runs. When he starts running it is hard to stop. He can't let things end like this, he needs to tell Amelia the truth. But he forgets to pause at red lights. He forgets to look both ways. His legs push him closer and closer and as he gets nearer the bond strengthens, tightens, and thrums with energy. Something catches his attention from the corner of his eye, but by the time he glances up, it's too late. There is a terrifying screech of brakes, and then the car hits him.

His entire body hurts as he smacks down onto the road with a skin-numbing thump. He can feel blood leaking from the side of his face but everything is one smear of pain and he can't tell whether it is from his nose or his mouth, or both.

It takes a few minutes for sound to return to the world. He can hear three distinct voices, each of them talking over one another, and none of them familiar. A car door slams. Someone swears. Someone starts speaking a one-sided conversation, into a phone presumably, calling the police or an ambulance perhaps. The light from the street lamps is so bright it almost hurts when he's finally brave enough to open his eyes.

Someone is kneeling by his side, and considering the look of annoyance crossed with guilt on the person's face, Jeremy has a feeling that this is the driver of the car that hit him. He tries a weak smile to reassure the guy it isn't his fault that Jeremy ran out into the middle of a road without looking both ways.

"Are you okay? Just stay still, alright? Don't move a muscle, you might have broken something. The woman on the phone said it was important to make sure you weren't moved." The man says, one hand still holding a phone up to his ear and the other fluttering helplessly over Jeremy's body.

"Mm," Jeremy lets out a soft grunt of pain. He's peachy. Just peachy. Why does this never happen in the movies? When the protagonists are running towards their destiny, or to the love of their life, none of them get hit by a car.

He closes his eyes again, ignoring the man when he tries to shake him gently, worried that Jeremy is falling into some kind of coma. Honestly, he thinks he is. The pain is wrecking through his body.

"Jeremy!"

Amelia.

Amelia falls to her knees by Jeremy's side, practically shoving the driver of the car out of the way before the poor man has even registered that somebody else is coming towards them.

"I'm sorry." Jeremy sobs.

Amelia reaches out with shaking hands, stroking his face. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault."

"Amelia..."

"No, ssshh, it's okay."

His eyes flicker closed. He feels his body shutting down, his breathing shallow.

"Jeremy! Jeremy, don't leave me please!"

It's the last thing he hears before everything goes black.

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May 1744

He sees what he thinks is the light at the end of the tunnel, his life passing through his eyes, but the light he is seeing is not from a tunnel but from his birth, or rather, from his rebirth. As he emerges, he hears French being spoken in soft, worried tones before frantic English being spoken by a woman breaks through.

"What is it? Why isn't he crying? He–"

She gets cut off when he suddenly receives a harsh slap on his bottom and suddenly wailing can be heard.

"See, Madame Fraser. All is well."

He is placed in someone's arms. His vision is blurry but he can see shades of amber, golden brown, and smoky topaz, surrounded by brown framing the blip the colours sit upon. The woman lets out a gasp as she sobs.

"Oh," she sobs, "thank God."

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A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

#outlander

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