#it'd be one thing if it were the “would you fuck your clone” question but this is. far from that

[raelish644]

it would def rip a hole in the space time continuum

sanders sides is the one fandom where you actually kinda don’t want the ship to become canon

[dickarchivist]

Hello dear Archivist! 

I’m quickly falling in love with your boys, and I love everything you’ve written for Ghost & Banshee 💜 But after reading your NSFW ALPHABET post for the squad, I can’t stop thinking about Specter…  

If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to request a little fic for him (SFW or NSFW… which ever feels right 🥰)

Since he seems a bit more guarded than his brothers, what would falling in love look like for him? You mentioned he loves photography & is known for taking pictures of everything, so would his artistic hobbies be influenced by the person he’s falling for? Would he know right away, or would the feelings sneak up on him? 

Thank you 💜 (@wings-and-beskar)

Vermillion

Clone oc Specter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1305

Prompt: How does Specter fall in love?

Rating: PG-14 for swearing, but minors DNI as always 🔞

Contents and Warnings: swearing, Specter being broody and jealous, a break up (not with Specs), laughing, being silly together, passionate kiss, split lip (not graphic)

Summary: Specter's in love with you, every little bit. He'd do anything for you, say the word... but he wants to make sure you're not going to break his heart.

Author's Notes: Specter's POV!!!! He's so rude, I love him!!

Thanks to @wings-and-beskar for being so patient on this one!! You are a kindness unto my life♡

This one is left open ended on purpose, I'm thinking about writing a sequel so we shall see 👀

This fic doesn't hit on everything asked I'm so sorry weh. But!! I do feel like it answers the question "How does Specter fall in love?" On purpose.

Look at you. Hair's all messy, but I know you styled it that way. You make that stuffy GAR uniform look good, even sexy with how it hugs your curves. I'm glad you never wear that dumb little hat, I think it'd ruin your look... or maybe it'd just make you so tantalizing that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I click a few pictures of you, and I hope you don't mind or notice, but just...

Fuck you. Fuck you just standing there, chewing your stylus, looking down at your data pad with a scrunched brow and squinted eyes. Like it's the most important thing in the world, whatever's on there. We're supposed to be together right now, you called me. You asked me to tail it down here to keep you company and of course I did. I'd do anything you kriffin' ask. I want you lookin' at me so focused. Lookin' at me like I'm more important. What does it have that's keeping your attention so-- holy shit.

"OH FUCK OFF!!!!" You fling that stupid pad so hard and so far it shatters on impact when it hits your wall, and I can't stop myself from laughing. "SPECTER SHUT IT!!"

"What the kriff was on there that made you so mad? You were laser focus unti-- hey. Hey what's wrong? Why the tears?" I close my camera and come over so fast I can't blame you for jumping back. Didn't mean to come on so hard, I'd say sorry but your arms are around my waist so quick my words just leave my head.

"My boyfriend just dumped me, over a text..." my anger overthrows my joy.

"I was hoping so hard that you'd leave him, not for that skug to dump you and not even in person. I'll kill him. I could do it. It wouldn't even be that hard, I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you... why are you crying harder? Shit shit shit, how do I make it better, shit-- no- oh... oh you're laughing! Why are you laughing?"

"Specs, you know you're talking out loud, right?"

My face in on FIRE. "Uh-- nope. Fuck... forget I said that, yeah?"

"Not a chance," You're smiling... maker I adore that smile. I move my hands to your face and brush my thumbs over your cheeks, "Specter, do you really feel like that?"

I look away from you, my eyebrows raised, a tall frown on my lips as if to shrug them, "I mean... yeah? That smug son of a--" I catch my temper, and sigh, arms around your shoulders again, "He wasn't good for you. Been sayin' that from the get, but did you listen? Nooooooo," You're laughing more, so I keep it up. I mimic your voice, very poorly, "Oh Specs! He's soooo dreamy!"

"Oh knock it off, I don't sound like that!" You push me, making me stagger a little, your cheeks red from laughing. Maker that laugh, I love it so much.

"Specs, he's so beautiful! He says he's in a band! Oh I can't wait to have his babies!"

"SPECTER! MY SIDES, PLEASE!" You're laughing so hard those tears down your cheeks aren't sad anymore, and I'm over the moons about that.

I put my arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake and a squeeze, my voice back to my own, "I mean it, though... say the word and he'll disappear. Or say another word, and he'll turn into a toad. You know, like he already is."

I love it when you laugh so hard you snort. I know you hate it, you always apologize and cover your face. But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that... "Specs what're you smiling at me like that for?"

It's my turn to laugh. I chuckle a little, give you another squeeze, "What? I can't enjoy you laughing without getting the 3rd degree?"

You roll your eyes, knocking into me harder and giving me a tight squeeze of a hug. I'm all too happy to return it. "Thanks Specs, I don't know what I'd do without a good man like you by my side."

"You'd be a lot more sad over losers who don't deserve your tears, that's for sure," you don't have any idea what I'd do for you, how much you mean to me... how much I love you...

"Specter, new orders from the council. We're headed out in 15, get your ass over here." Ghost doesn't sound to pleased from the way his voice barks from the commlink.

I groan, roll my eyes with my whole body just to get you to giggle again, and then lift the comm, "I'm in the lower levels, it'll take more than 15 minutes."

"Then you'd better hurry."

Ghost's been a hard ass lately, but I can't blame him, I've been blowing him off to spend time with you. Who needs extra training? Not an ARC trooper... probably. Might have to be better about that...

Since I know I'll be late anyway, I take my time finding my boots in your flat. I know where they are, you know I know, but we still take the time to "look". Before I'm out the door, I hold your cheek again, "He didn't deserve you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah... sorry for being so distracted today, make it up to you next time?" When you bite your lip like that, do you have any idea what it does to me?

I don't know if there's gonna be a next time. I think that's why I keep blowing off drills, because I want you, not a war. I want life, with you, always, infinitely more than running laps and fire practice... I lean forward and press my lips to your forehead, taking a deep breath, just to remember you by.

Just in case.

"Next time, I'm asking you out. Don't go falling for anymore shitty bar tenders, okay? If I'm getting one up'd, he'd gotta have quality, and-" Oh fuck me.

I hold you up as you jump onto me. My arms go under your legs and up your back as your lips crash into mine, our teeth knocking together. You split my lip, it stings, but getting to taste your chapstick is more than reward enough.

"Why'd-- mmm-- why'd you--" I can't get a word in, your kisses are feverish in their quickness, I don't want to stop, but-- but it's not right. It's not for me. It's to drown your sorrow and I can't be that for you, I don't want to be, "Stop."

I set you down gentle, you look so dejected, darlin' you're breaking my heart... "You mean the galaxy to me, you know that? But I can't... I won't be your rebound. I'm not going to be a one and done for you, got that? So when I get back, I'm askin' you on a date. I-- fuck this, I love you, I want you to love me too, so just... process, get over that idiot, and then wear red for me when I'm back so I know it's okay..."

Oh maker you're angry- no? That's- okay not crying, not confused I know your confused face... what the hell are you thinking right now? "I don't own anything red... I um... I'll get something, do you have a preference?"

My eyes soften, and yours do too, and I know... I know I won't have to wait, but I do anyway. I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.

"Vermillion is my favorite."

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[refried-ghost]

Gaz had always wanted to know her mother.

She respected her father. Longed for his attention. Savored what few moments they had together.

Dib annoyed her. But she wouldn't let him die or anything. She was disappointed with him. Knew he could do better. He never tried though. She'd stopped hoping he would.

She was half convinced he was a clone. One made by their father. More likely then not of himself. It'd explain a few things. His disappointment with the boy. His pushing him towards science when he'd never so much as brought it up with her over the years. His occasional bitter mumblings about him when he thought they were asleep.

Gaz wondered if she were the same. And whom she might be a clone of. She'd asked them both about the mysterious woman over the years. Never letting on to her theories. Dib seemed genuine in his ignorance. He didn't remember her, despite he's photographic memory. No woman ever lived with them. And then one day their father brought Gaz home, he said.

Another point in favor of her theories.

But perhaps not. The Professor was rich. Famous. Had a fucking TV show. As much as it disgusted her, he could probably get around.

At the loss of her appetite, she snapped the pizza box shut. Zim jumped. Then shot her a quick glare before scoffing.

"Wanna play something?" She looked at him over her shoulder while shoving the box in the fridge. He shrugged.

Her father was evasive when Gaz would ask. Never letting on to who she maybe. In fact he would tense when she so much as brought up the idea of a mother, let alone directly questioned him about her.

When she was younger he'd simply go silent, get up and leave the room. One time she'd noted he'd shook as he went. He'd always had, she realized later. She just never realized it before. He'd never return those days. But she'd wait for him anyway. Feeling disgusted and guilty about something she didn't understand. Convinced she's done something wrong. Something he wasn't willing to explain.

Zim squinted at her as she hit random buttons.

"Hey!" He waved his hand infront of her face. "Gazling. Are you okay?"

She shoved him out of his face and noticed the death screen.

"Really Zim?"

"Really what? You're the one being weird!" He motioned to the screen. "You let your avatar die and continued to mash buttons afterwards. Don't blame Zim for you're offiness."

She gave him a suspicious look. The Irken repeated the motion with a sour face. The controller was gently tossed towards the entertainment center with a sigh. He watched with a raised brow.

"You didn't answer the question." He went to place his own next to the console as well.

"Are we friends?" He flinched.

"I-" he started, but nothing more came out of his mouth. He chewed his lip and focused on turning the machine infront of him off instead.

"I'll answers your's, if you answer mine."

"I-" a sharp breath- "Zim needs to go home now. GIR's been left alone for far too long. Hopefully my other minions have been keeping the damage minimal." He went into the kitchen and quickly returned with his things. "But that's unlikely."

"It's fine if we aren't."

"No! That's-" another sharp breath looked her in the face- "Later. Zim will give you an answer." He headed quickly towards the door. "But it will be later." It slammed shut behind him.

Gaz looked at it with an all too familiar bitter feeling.

[mac-darf]

Also the Ralph reveal came out of nowhere. It's like they threw up thier arms and said "Oh right we had Monica get captured by Evan Peters but we need her here with Wanda."

So they come up with this half-explanation that Evan Peters was some guy named Ralph (Agnes' fictional husband) and they say he's being controlled by a necklace. Monica takes it off, and without an explanation as to:

-Why this "Ralph" had powers (because the necklace was stated to be mind control, if you say that's what he got it from rewatching the episode because they do not say that)

-Why it was Evan Peters and not some actor that wouldn't generate hype for an X-Men-CU crossover. Instead they fucking trolled us for no reason.

-Wanda gets treated as a hero even though everything bad that happened in the show was exclusively her fault and it's been stated she separated families by locking children in their rooms, away from their families.

-THE WHITE VISION LEAVES HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE TO NEVER APPEAR AGAIN

-AGATHA WAS RIGHT WHAT WANDA DID TO HER WAS FUCKING CRUEL HOLY SHIT AT THAT POINT JUST FUCKING KILL HER THAT'S HORRIFIC

This finale was bad because the writing was rushed and it made our hero utterly disturbing and a monster. You can defend Wanda all you want, being sad your hubby is gone is no reason to hold a town mindcontrol hostage and then expecting everyone to treat you like a good guy because you freed then from the mental imprisonment YOU PUT THEM IN is absurd.

Plus the imprisonment was real for children since it's confirmed that Wanda literally wouldn't let parents we their kids. Hope those babies in Westview got nursed without any parents to do that.

It's one of the best examples of "Wouldn't it be cool if we did X?" and then having no reason for anything to happen so they half ass the answers to every question in the finale and hope you care more about the emotional connection between the monster and the dead robot rather than the back-to-back awful reveals. White/Spectral Vision disappears with no hints of whatever that characters future will be, no hints at the multiverse except maybe the hint that Wanda is a Nexus being and the asfomentioned joke casting of Evan Peters, no real "Luke Skywalker" sized cameo (unless we count dead guys white clone or not-Quicksilver).

The only way this tie into doctor strangers 2 is "Wanda needs a teacher" which could have been explained in a few throw away lines in that movie.

I'm seriously worried for the rest of the MCU shows after this, because nothing new was really introduced. Other than more tie-ins for Captain Marvel 2 than the actual movie we were told this show would tie into.

Also imagine if Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield got casted in Spider-Man No Way Home just to play two guys who say "Look at my balls, I'm Spider-Man haha wooo! Let's party!", it'd be insulting.

Well don't worry because they've proven they're not above that kinda thing because they just did it with Quicksilver.

No, it's indeed "fans" getting upset because their nonsensical theories didn't come true. They obviously got Evan Peters as Ralph/Fietro to reference The Other Darrin trope, just like they referenced a lot of sitcom tropes. But you guys jumped to conclusions.

They introduced the actor from another cinematic universe in the tv show that directly leads into the movie called Multiverse of Madness. They knew what they were implying when they did that. That’s not fans jumping to conclusions, that’s fans picking up the crumbs you’re deliberately feeding them.