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ericscroptop · 3 months ago

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Oh, Baby!

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), mating press, breeding kink, daddy kink & lowkey mommy kink, fondling, creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, pet names, baby making business going on

this one is embodying sabrina carpenter’s “juno”

“one of me is cute, but two though?”

✦ word count: 4.0k words

✧ synopsis: baby fever is knocking at your door.

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“Hi, cutie!” your boyfriend talks in a gentle, hushed tone, a complete contrast from how loud his volume can range otherwise.

Rightly so though, as his niece sits over his lap, bouncing her lightly for her entertainment with his leg, looking at her through fond, endeared eyes.

“It’s your uncle Youngjae.” he follows with tickling at her tummy gingerly with pinched fingers. Simultaneously through pouted lips, his tongue clicks repeatedly and other noises peep out from him, cutely cooing at her.

Sitting across from them on a different sofa, you watched from your own affectionate perspective, smiling from ear to ear.

It was about time you two paid a visit to not only Eric’s sister, but to come see his niece. She was the first grand baby of the family, so that automatically made her a beloved gem in everyone’s lives.

She’s six months and only kept growing cuter as time went on. It was fascinating the way her boba-like eyes that seemed to never blink, stare up curiously at her uncle, mouth full of her small curled up fist.

You continued enjoying viewing Eric try to bond with her. He’d contort his face into different funny-looking expressions, using exaggerated lip movements and a high-pitched tone to crack any positive reaction out of her.

But she simply drooled while gnawing on that fist of hers, the only action of hers aside from the occasional kicking of limbs.

Only the adults in the room get a kick out of Eric making a fool of himself trying to get his niece to show any ounce of glee, jokingly agreeing that she doesn’t care for her uncle.

It isn’t until his efforts at last pay off through singing a Korean nursery rhyme, that a big, toothless grin bestows upon her. Melodic giggles and babbles spring out of her, almost as if she’s trying to sing along with her uncle.

It’s such a simple moment, but everyone lights up at her finally perking up, flinging her chubby arms around and spouting unintelligible sounds in chorus.

The current setting was so lovely and amusing. Getting a baby to display happiness was always a hit across all boards, especially when it came from someone as dear as her uncle.

Even though you and Eric’s sister further teased her brother with similar comments of how perhaps he should be the male version of Ms Rachel, seeing your boyfriend carefree as such a softie towards a precious, delicate little human, touched your heart.

You rarely witnessed this paternal-like side of his. Watching the man you’re in love with be so engaged and loving towards a baby awoke something within.

Listening to his mellow tone when talking to her, him repeating and imitating the sounds his niece made, and having his undivided attention on her was utterly charming. Not to mention the secure but careful hold he had on her, protective, yet nurturing behavior.

It all looked so natural for him. Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise considering how Eric was raised right. Yes he could be rambunctious and daring often, but he was also sweet, kind, and caring.

Observing him in this way opened up a window of thoughts— for instance, providing you a taste of what having a child with Eric could look like.

And you didn’t realize a baby being in good hands of your boyfriend could possibly make him more attractive than he already is. It really did.

“She smells fresh. It’s that baby smell.” Eric brings you out from your head as he directs his nose repeatedly over his niece’s hair, seemingly obsessed with inhaling her aroma. His face displays fascination and child-like wonder, genuinely impressed at how fresh and soothing she smelled.

“Okay, that’s enough of smelling my daughter, you canine.” Eric’s sister remarked and reaches for her daughter. She pulls her into her arms and laughs, ignoring the over exaggerated pout on her brother’s face when his arms don’t hold the sweet girl anymore.

“It’s Y/n’s turn!”

You perk up as the baby’s passed for you to grab, adjusting and straightening yourself up so that you can hold her well.

For not even one second was your expression not bright. The little one looked up at you wide-eyed as you copied Eric’s action earlier of using mild movement of your leg to spring her up, helping her settle into you.

She grew quite a tad since the last time you saw her. Your fingers reached for her small curled hand, cooing out loud about how tiny it was in comparison to yours. It’s crazy to think that at one point, yours was exactly that small.

With the baby sitting over you, you fully inspect her features in awe.

It appeared like there wasn’t a single thought behind those doll-like eyes of hers, sporadically blinking through wispy, long lashes that had you envious and wishing your natural lashes were that beautiful.

While wiping away some spit that managed to slip past her lips, you continue lingering over the growing features she possesses.

She was apple-cheeked, full of color with a rosy tint shining through. Her skin was so tender and fresh-like. You thumbed at her cheek in wonder, the feeling so smooth and pillowy.

Everything about her seemed so minuscule. Such a fragile being was placed in your hold, brewing thoughts of the full life ahead of her, and that you’d get to be a part of it.

A hand of yours went up to her head, delicately grazing your fingertips over her thin, perfectly combed hair.

You’re compelled to take a whiff�� despite laughing at Eric for doing it rather madly. You need to soak in what the hype is all about.

A clean, nostalgic fragrance wafts into your nostrils, humming at how comforting it was for your senses. No wonder Eric couldn’t peel his nose away; Her scent was addicting.

There must’ve been magic in that sweet scent, containing healing properties that made you want to kick your feet out of euphoria and attack her squishy cheeks with a load of kisses.

A simple scent triggered fuzzy feelings, developing cute aggression towards the darling angel.

It led you to think about the idea of having your own little one.

You wonder what it would be like to carry and raise your own flesh and blood. How it would feel to live the life of motherhood— rocking your baby to sleep in your arms, providing your baby with all the love and attention you have to offer, and watching them achieve multiple milestones.

You then circled back to pondering over raising a child with Eric. Just the mere thought of him being the father of your children someday gets your heart going. Your tummy does somersaults in thinking about his role as a father and creating a baby with him.

Without a doubt, he’d be the perfect person to raise a child with. There were a multitude of layers and sides to him that manifested naturally during the right times.

He was protective, respectful, and responsible. Eric carried maturity in the sense that he was considerate and caring when it came to those he loved. Hell, even towards strangers.

He also knew how to have a good time and not let the fact that he’s an adult get in the way of having fun. Thankfully uptightness was something he had an allergy to.

His personality consisted of goofy, playful, and eccentric at times. Charisma shined out from him whenever he spoke. One would never expect the random challenges he’d give himself to an absurd activity, or him barking like a dog as if he was one.

Expect the unexpected is a saying that fits perfectly with Eric. You’re always kept on your toes with him by your side— in a good way, that is. Dullness wasn’t something that existed when within his presence. All the excitement and color he brought to your life would only brighten and grow with the addition of his own kid.

Another thing you valued in Eric was how that man had no fear in unveiling his vulnerability. There was no ultra-masculine front put up to appease to societal expectations. Empathy and sensitivity were things some guys brushed off and hid, claiming that men shouldn’t be so sensitive.

But if anyone knows Eric, they know how emotional of a person he is. A crybaby, as you liked to tease. You can practically picture him crying at the delivery and birth of his child.

It touched you though, for he wore his heart on his sleeve and you admired how incredibly sweet and pure he was.

You’re positive he would fill in all the categories of what it meant to be a parent.

And God… don’t even get started on fantasizing over what your children would look like. Would they look more like you or him? Bless his genetics. As gorgeous as he looks and his whole family are, you’d imagine your kids to inherit remarkable beauty and physical attributes.

The idea of procreating and coming together to bring your genetics and love to life in the form of a human being, swelled your sex more than you liked to admit.

To think that you always destined yourself as ‘little miss rich aunt,’ being the auntie someday that would spoil the crap out of other people’s kids and not bear your own.

But here you are, romanticizing and melting over picturing your life with a child. With Eric as the father, by your side during long nights when the baby is having their nightly feeding, or watching him teach your child (regardless of gender) how to play baseball.

The rest of the evening, there was a persistent tingly sensation in your lower region. Your hormones were whirling in a frenzy, seeing him continue to be gentle and interactive with his niece. It was so attractive seeing him so nurturing, able to handle a baby.

He rocked her in his arms and played peekaboo with her, eliciting the most adorable giggles.

It’s like your uterus jumped into a different dimension. You found your heart, mind, and ovaries exploding, growing warm at how insanely well your boyfriend handled a child.

Seems like you have a case of baby fever.

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Later while you two were heading home, you scrolled through your camera roll, looking at some candid photos you took of Eric with his niece.

Every image brought you the same feelings a happy pill would. Even through the images, it was obvious how careful and attached he was to her. You guys were just with her, but you’re already reminiscing being around the baby.

“Your niece is the cutest thing ever. Those Sohn genes run strong.” you zoomed into a picture that displayed her face clearly, turning your phone so that Eric could see.

Since he’s concentrated on driving, he takes a couple quick glances, grinning at the image you managed to catch of her smiling in Eric’s lap, gums on proud display.

“I know right! She’s like a splitting image of my sister. I just know she brags about it to everyone.”

“I miss her already.” you admitted, longing eyes staring at the photos, wishing to have your own bundle of joy.

“We can go over next weekend. You know my sis would love getting her hands off the baby for awhile.” he assures.

“Makes me want a baby.” you sighed out truthfully, gaze unable to peel away from the pictures you took, clutching your phone tightly imagining as if his niece was still in your arms.

Eric doesn’t know what to say at that. He’d like to think there was no real seriousness behind those words; It was common to feel that way after being around a cuddly, tiny human.

He plays it safe by merely laughing. On the inside however, there’s turmoil over the possibility of raising a child with you. He wonders if that is in your cards, and if you’d want to delve through the journey together.

It’s not really a conversation you two have openly had aside from pregnancy scares. However, if he ever got you pregnant, he doesn’t believe it would be the end of the world. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Eric…” you began shortly, face getting hot at the conversation you’re wanting to have.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks normally, eyes focused on the road.

You slid down just a tad in the passenger seat and reclined, fiddling with the seatbelt and feeling small as you muster courage to spit out what’s been on your mind.

“Do you wanna have kids some day?”

Thankfully his reaction and answer is as clear as day. A genuine smile appearing on his face has you straightening yourself up.

“‘Course I do. I’d love to be a dad.” his response is straightforward and confident, making you secretly thrilled.

“Imagine having a whole baseball team of kids, y’know.” he smirks.

You quickly give him a deadpanned-look, one that threatened to chuck something at him for his ability to say something foolish when you thought this current conversation was going to be wholesome.

You had no right to hate, though. You’ve said way more out of pocket comments. What he said was mild, but you’re just always looking for an excuse to make him sweat.

“Kidding, I’m kidding!” he laughs, defending himself before you even have time to berate him.

“Do you?” he bounces your question for him back to you.

“To be honest… I never really thought too much about the possibility until today.”

In other words, you held no desire to reproduce with someone until… him.

“You’d be a really good dad.” you take this opportunity to tell him. Confident in that statement, and hoping he’d get the hint.

His lips part as he thinks about what you said, visible amusement plastered over him from the genuine compliment. He turns his head to look at you, your face wearing a sappy look.

“Ya think so?”

“Seeing me with a baby wind you up, huh?” he follows with a teasing tone and raise of brows, not leaving room for you to elaborate or comment further.

You wanted to smack the smug little smile he’s wearing right off— because he was right.

“Hm?” he elbows you when you don’t react verbally, always enjoying turning the conversation towards a suggestive direction.

The nudge makes you pout, reaching over and pinching at his arm like a bratty five year old. To which, he responds with that same childish energy, drawing out an ‘ouchhh’ and giggling obnoxiously.

“I’m being serious, Eric!” you whined, flustered even though you want for him to take care of you so well physically, that you end up full of his seed in the end.

“So am I!” he swears. “Did you imagine me as a dad? As a DILF?” he eggs you on. It doesn’t help that all of what he’s saying is true. You’re unable to deny or brush his claims off.

In your head, you can see him clearly as a wonderful dad. One that was attentive, affectionate, and supportive.

Your mind specifically glamorizes over how Eric would look as one. Mr bulky, strong arms rocking your child. Imagine how sexy he’d look when he reached a new level of maturity as a father.

He’d probably grow absentminded or careless with his own needs occasionally, like letting the stubble on his face grow out more than he’d like. Of which, would work in your favor. For seeing stubble strikes your hormones from how ruggedly-manly it made him.

He’d also be extra cautious and protective. Not only when the baby’s alive and breathing, but since the second he’s aware that you’re pregnant. Your stomach feels like it’s flipping at the thought of him being so vigilant.

If he currently is already so possessive and clingy, you can’t imagine how that could increase more. His two babies would be his top priority, on guard 24/7 like a dog.

Especially during the expected-9 months of carrying. You can imagine that he’d be fascinated with your growing bump, hands roaming over and on you at all times. The princess treatment would skyrocket while you worked on staying healthy and allowing the baby to develop.

The envision has you all hot and bothered, legs shifting and core squeezing at nothing.

“And what if I did? What are you gonna do about it, daddy?” you coat that last word with extra sugar and tease, even giving him pouty eyes for extra emphasis.

You swear he grips the steering wheel more than necessary, hearing a name that whips out from your lips when you wanted to be a submissive, dirty little slut.

Given all this talk about babies, being called daddy never hit him this hard. He pokes his inner cheek with tongue, hearing nothing but the replay of your fake-innocent tone in his head.

He takes a couple seconds to send you a look that signals you’ll be in for a real treat when you arrive home. One that would entail giving you what you wanted, doubling down.

You’ve succeeded in horning him up. Now, let’s see if you can take it.

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Within a matter of time, Eric had you locked in mating press, his hard cock suffocating deliciously inside your tight, weak hole.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah, baby?” he breathes out lowly, a sultry tinge to his words that travels hot straight into your sex.

All you can do is moan helplessly, losing any coherence as you bear the weight of his build and manhood. Your only response is greedily sucking him in through your walls, mouth spilling out huffs and puffs uncontrollably that varied in pitch.

Your legs were spread out as far as physically possible, making room for Eric to penetrate into you with great depth, his tip hitting your spongey spots, base and all getting squeezed and dripping wet.

Palms flat on the mattress on either side of you, he uses all his force and sexual urge to drive hungrily into your aching cunt. He’s balls-deep into you, determined to fuck you so well that you’ll be filled up to the damn brim with his cum.

Eric’s taking full charge; Your body’s feeling so small and writhing underneath his. You can barely manage to move your arms since the pleasure consumes your mind so much that all you can do is keep up with his breaths, crying out profusely.

However, you somehow manage to slither a hand down along to find the balls that slapped hard against your ass. You get a grip on them, thumbing the skin friskily and even tugging and juggling at them gently.

“Mine.” you whispered, referring to the full sack in your hold, practically salivating from how close and personal you are with Eric. You’re also dying for him to spill his milky substance into your core, a token of belonging.

A guttural groan emits from him first, followed by hisses and whimpers as more seconds with his sensitive sack in your hand goes by.

You’re killing him. You’ve got him hooked for life.

“Ah, Fuck, Y/n— mph, my nasty girl.” he grits out, feeling a pleasing tickle rippling through his skin, his pace growing off focus from you not resisting in keeping your hands to yourself.

He takes a moment to swiftly redirect your playful hand away and attaching it up to his back, your other hand shortly following. Your nails pressed sharply into his shoulder blades, gripping onto his skin as he fucks you senseless.

You’re drowning in the delicious pressure of his girth beating your pussy ferociously, his hips thrusting hard and deep. He chases that feeling of ecstasy, determined to fill up his pretty baby.

Your nails grip him like you’re afraid he’d stop any moment, digging and scratching into his back and marking him. If you let go of him, you also fear you’d completely lose yourself. So, you hold onto your anchor.

“Mhm, good girl. Take it, princess. This dick belongs to you.” he growls, pushing through your mighty clawing, praising you for responding so well to him.

Squelching and irregular, desperate breaths serve as the soundtrack to your baby making. You’re beyond aroused, wetness coating his entire cock and running down your ass. His hot breath hits your face, lust and desperation casting over his sultry eyes.

You whined, mumbling ‘daddy’ dreamily, locking your legs around his waist. Your legs were straining from being spread out, and you grew more eager to be milked by his cock, anxious in needing him closer to you even though given your current position, how can you get closer than this?

He pushes his face right at one of your ears, brushing his lips sensually over your lobe.

“Tell me, baby. Talk to me.” he whispers, begging to hear your voice form words.

You attempt to formulate something clear, but that goddamn mouth of his delays your thoughts from voicing. Contrasting from his rough thrusts, he sweetly kisses your earlobe lazily but intently. He even draws his tongue out to swirl the muscle over your fleshy flap of skin.

“Make me cum. I wanna cum. Need you, daddy.” you babbled, whining even more when you hear him chuckle through his panting.

“Please— ah!” your plea gets cut off when he unexpectedly sneaks a hand down to toy with your puffy clit, rubbing your needy bud.

Your body arches into his hand, tightening all of your muscles from the direct stimulation over your bundle of nerves.

Eric throbs inside you when your body reacts eagerly, like your walls are tugging at his cock inwards. Your pussy begged to be bred.

“Come on, ma. Cum for daddy, yeah?” his voice is throaty with some fine edge to it, persisting with some final vile rams into you that soon grow sloppy as his own body is rising with tension, leaking tip warning him that he’s preparing to fully erupt.

He fulfills all of your desires, kissing and filling your tingling hole with his manhood, then, coming undone at the same time as you.

Your pussy squeezes his cock all the way empty, your hole now creamy with both of your spilled cum. You cry and cry out to him, arms glued to his upper back as he paints your walls with his love.

“That’s it, ma. Good girl.” he breathes out, drained from all his efforts but relieved to have busted all that he had.

It’s a few minutes of recovery before he pulls out of you, leaving worshipping kisses all over your shoulders and neck while he does so. The blended cum attempts to ooze and drip out of you, but Eric stops that from happening with the magic of his fingers.

Two fingers are inserted into your hole to plug your sex. He pushes the fluids back in, allowing your pussy to soak it all up, still kissing your body as he fills your ears with praises and promises of loving you eternally.

Your walls hug his digits, responding cheekily towards his string of darling words that never seem to have an end. And you like it like that.

After a while, he now spoons you from behind with your back pressed against his chest, bare skin-on-skin contact. His dominant hand reaches over to cup your lower tummy. The feeling is soothing, your eyelids heavy as he rubs at your stomach as if you already have a swollen belly full of life.

“You’ll be a beautiful mama.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your cheek, face flushed with a honey glow.

He thinks about the seed he planted inside of you, dreaming about it blossoming into something that grows in your belly and pops out as a mini human.

Your love being enough to make a whole being has him smiling fondly, snuggling into your figure extra close and never letting your tummy go.

Hopefully you’re extra fertile today.

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scarlettoceaneyes · 4 months ago

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Maybe Embry x f!reader where r was foced to ask for Embry’s number as a dare by her friends but he ends up imprinting??

Love it ❤️ send me more request!!

Alright guys my eyes are not focused but I was inspired. My autocorrect is so nuts too. Please forgive my typos.

Dare- Embry x imprint

“Okay Y/N! Truth or dare?” You spent the better part of the evening over good junk food and playing games with your old girlfriends from high school. Most have went off to college either in Seattle or out of state. You completed your degree online with a partial paid internship. It was a real job with real responsibilities, including your future college credit that depended on your success.

Right now it’s the fall semester break and the wine is out. Sitting at Rachel Black’s house for the big sleepover, Jacob and his friends Embry and Quil pass through on their way to play video games. Okay did they look any different to anyone else? Much taller, a heck of a lot more muscles and strength, but the best part? You couldn’t help but notice and drool on the inside to how hot they looked. You were a year above Jacob so you knew the guys.

“Hurry Y/N pick before we give you something crazy!!” Believe it or not my friends would actually do that… you picked dare which was a mistake. You were barely older than him but you felt obsolete and small compared to Embry. You had a crush on him for a few years but he seemed so unapproachable now. “Fine I’ll do it jeezz.”

You take your time, but your feet felt like they were moving faster than intended. Knocking on Jacob’s door, you are asked to enter. As Jacob expected a message relay from Rachel or his dad, instead he was surprised to see you at his bedroom door. You walked past Jacob after a quick hello and went to sit on the bed by Embry. He was sitting this round of video games out, perfect opportunity for you to ask for his number. Receiving weird looks from the guys, they slowly returned back to the activities before your arrival. Sitting next to Embry you turn and say hello. As you decided to lay it out, you tell Embry of the stupid truth or dare, but he can’t hear you. You are a distant mumble to the vision of his life that is running in his brain.

He imprinted. He was a wolf without a known dad who gave him all this lovely crap. Now he is shocked that he was gifted an imprint. He didn’t think he would be so lucky considering he didn’t even know which genetic line he descended from. The world that flashed before his eyes was the dreams that inspire Disney fairytales.

Dancing in a white dress to your song, throwing the garter and bouquet. The honey moon, the baby (surprise), the break up and co parenting. The pain, without a hint to why so Embry can’t avoid it. He will only have to face it, but what he sees next is the will to push through the bad.

The baby is a little bigger. Time passed. The make up, the recommitment, the initials carved in a tree, the IVF after health complications, the triplets surprise. Another two kids after them- yeah Embry wanted a large family since he never had a dad. He wants a full life with a big family surrounding him. He will be granted that wish. Some days he might want to quit, but through his vision he can see it’s all worth it with more joy than he can comprehend at this moment in time.

Your hospital stay from the accident with a drunk driver. The days he didn’t know if you would live. The coming home and walking just fine. His broken bones on his last phase and battle. Growing old again. Weddings for children and grand babies but he blinked and he saw your smile asking for his number.

Fumbling he ask to trade phones.

You smiled and said although it was a dare, you are glad it happens.

Rachel is Paul’s imprint so she understands, but she warns Embry to watch himself and protect you. You might be fierce but you are an emotional wreck at times and need his love more than air.

Phone calls, text, FaceTime, falling asleep to his snores through the other line. He started sneaking into your room at night knowing text was not enough anymore. He couldn’t sleep without wrapping you in his arms to know you are protected.

Truth or dare Embry- he gets asked on the next girls night a few months later. He was just passing through the kitchen and was caught by the game.

Truth. “Your favorite memory?”

Oh that’s easy- the night you picked dare and stole my heart forever. Kissing your forehead he smirks, whispering an I love you, and heads off to game night with Jacob and Quil.

#twilight #request #wolf pack #embry call #twilight fanfiction #twilight wolfpack #embry call x reader #jacob black #quil ateara #paul lahote

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hana-no-seiiki · 10 months ago

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BROKEN EXPECTATIONS, NEW ASPIRATIONS (I/III)

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ yandere! batfam + dc heroes x yandere! alien! reader (ft. ocs of mine, and other dc characters)

synopsis: you weren’t as innocent and benevolent as they thought you were, but that just makes things all the more exciting

tw/cw: dddne, reader is yan (platonic for this part, romantic for future parts(diff people). yandere themes, general violence, torture, sadist reader, incest (one-sided/not reader n it’s a brief mention so it’s not a main part of the story oh god-). reader is half based on jingliu/jingyuan from honkai star rail + laezel from bg3 worldbuilding. and there’s also a bit of malenia/miquella inspirations. reader has a background. reader’s alieness is explored/talked about. op! reader. wish fulfillment.

in short this was an oc insert of mine that i reconfigured for you guys to read. not your thing? scroll past thenks.

[next]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE KINDEST, MOST LOVING PERSON THE BAT-FAMILY EVER KNEW. You were so gracious with your benevolence that each and every vigilante took it upon themselves to take care of you at all moments lest you fall into unsafe situations or the hands of people who would ruthlessly take advantage of you.

Eventually, they forgot the fact that you were the sibling of the notoriously violent DAYBREAK, a vigilante that could be easily called a villain or terrorist instead if it weren’t for his close affiliation and friendship with the old Teen Titans crew when he was younger. He helped once in a while, but only if it meant he had free rein to cause carnage.

“This is useless, they won’t fess up.” Jason grunted as he fumbled around with his weapons, all broken after the battle just moments prior. Aliens and their abilities always made him feel so small in the grand scheme of things, and especially when they completely obliterated his entire arsenal.

Tim groaned, his back ached from the amount of times he was flung away towards whatever wall or ally the enemy wanted him to go to. He was used to being man-handled and even enjoyed that once in a while, but not in that way. “Aren’t they one of your kind? Cant you like… I don’t know…”

Your brother huffed, a pout on his pretty features. Quite similar to yours. Yet, he doesn’t spare the rest a glance. His eyes were trained solely on a restraining spell he managed to conjure as a last ditch attempt to stop the fight before it got . . . irreversible. Usually he’d just disintegrate whatever or whoever even looked at him wrong but even this titan-like intruder was proving to be a pain in the ass. “I can’t believe you, doesn’t mean we’re the same kind or whatever that means that—“

“He’ll be lucky to be even considered as one of us, filthy —“ The massive form spoke. Its metal like body clanging as it struggled in the spell’s area of effect. A soldier from your home planet, not as well trained as your brother — but he was brimming with aetherial ardor. A sort of magic source your people used.

“Okay, that’s it.” [Brother’s Name] groaned, summoning the last piece of his strength to open up a terminal. “Hey mooncake, need ya to do something for me.”

“No, we aren’t letting [Y/N] anywhere near this one. They could get seriously hurt. We were barely even able to—“ Dick held him by the shoulder, only to get burned by your brother’s leaking ardorial energy.

“Relax. Besides I’m not in your team. I don’t have to follow orders from you.”

“Daybr—“ Rachel, her cape almost completely burnt and tattered opened her mouth to admonish him.

But the sound of your sweet voice (more like hoarse, and half awake) silenced them all, “What do you need help with this time?”

“[L/N] don’t listen, go back to sleep, beloved.” Damian moved in from behind, learning from Dick’s mistake and instead using his blade to warn [Brother’s Name].

But if anything, that made the man more excited to annoy the “demonspawn”.

“Oh, mooncake you can’t believe who I stumbled upon today! Smile for the camera why don’t you?”

[Brother’s Name] flipped the terminal to show your face.

“You’re . . . General [Y/—“

And then flipped it back, showing his injured body. “He hurt me real bad. Look.”

Your face does not move nor your voice waver,

“Come back to the base.”

“No.” Black Canary, Dinah, slammed her hands on the table. She couldn’t believe this. It was already bad that they allowed you to be involved in their line of work, now they were letting you come face to face with a being that almost wiped an entire team of experience fighters? What were they thinking?

“That . . . thing is dangerous. We cannot allow this to continue!” Arthur concurred. He saw the state of your brother. A civilian like you had no business with something so dangerous.

“Unfortunately I have to say no to your refusal as well.” You calmly responded, “This situation is under the jurisdiction of the Fleet. It is only right that Daybreak and I deal with it.”

“Father you can’t possibly allow them.” Damian gripped your shoulder as he pleaded with Bruce. He had known you the longest next to Tim. You were barely able to hold your own as a normal student. Not that he was looking down on you, but if you couldn’t even fight for yourself in conversation, how could he let you be around that monster?

Bruce closed his eyes in deep contemplation. He studied your kind comprehensively. He did so for every vigilante and villain alike (Contingencies were his specialty) From how your magic system worked, to how society and customs were like. A lot of his knowledge came from Clark, who had also done his fair share of investigative work into your background.

He of all people in this line of work knew how dangerous you and [Brother’s Name] can be. He had done his calculations based off of what Daybreak could do. But curiosity drove him further.

“Fine.”

“Father!”

“But the whole league will be watching you, alongside the Young Justice and Teen Titans.”

“Sheesh, overkill much?” Daybreak, now plain [Brother’s Name] in a bunch of casts, piped up.

You nodded, quite honestly just aching to get out from this stuffy room already. “That is fine.”

Before you left, you head swiveled to take one last look at your sibling, building up whatever emotions you needed to see the job through, “Get some rest, brother.”

“Are you kidding? I gotta watch this.” Your brother laughed in earnest, almost-too-wholesome-for-him manner. You managed to understand why as his eyes scanned the people in the room.

He wanted to see them react to your true nature.

Your form finally disappeared from his sight as his eyes finally settled on another image of you glued atop a folder. “What are those?” He pouts to gesture at the objects, too injured to move his limbs.

“Files on [Y/N] and the being.” Bruce answered, opening up the screens for the cameras to the interrogation room.

[Brother’s Name] knows you’d give him a sermon for using his powers while he was already banged up but he had no choice. His arms were too broken to open up the folder after all. “You guys work quick.” He commented as the papers levitated and flipped through itself.

His eyes scanned the typewritten document swiftly, smile growing by the moment, “Pffft — kind hearted soul? Who wrote this?”

“It was compiled by me, but our sources vary from vigilante to civilians.” Clark mumbled. As one of the only other aliens, and people who could feel aetherial arbor. He felt your presence, your anger leaking earlier. It was heavy, as if the world was suddenly placed upon his shoulders. Yet he felt no fear for his own safety, only yours.

The gigantic door before you slid open revealing the enemy the vigilantes struggled to subdue earlier.

The soldier stood upright, sensing your presence. The rumors were true it would seem. Many wouldn’t be able to spot it, a testament to whatever you did to conceal your prowess, but they immediately recognized the magnitude of your ardor practically oozing around you.

He was expecting your anger. He knew of your protective nature towards your brother.

“My apologies.” But you didn’t. Instead you began nursing their injuries, repairing their armor, and even initiating casual conversation. “It must have been a long journey. I can’t help but resent whoever sent you here.”

“Your Excellency! I came of my own volition.”

“Oh? But judging from your armor you must be one of the knights.”

“Yes, 512th Squadron of the Imperial Army.”

“Of course, my eldest brother’s . . . “ Your fought to keep your hands from clenching. A gentle smile on your features remained unshaken even by the sudden revelation.

“Y-yes, your Excellency. It took many jumps for me to get here on my own.”

“Alone? What did you wish to come here for?”

“I-I wished to meet you but those Earthlings wouldn’t let me.”

“Mm. And so you fought them. As is right for one of our kind.” You brought out a handkerchief and wiped down your hands after finishing the task at hand. Then you took a seat in front of them.

“You understand! Of course.”

“Actually I came here to bid you to return. The Emperor misses you dearly and wishes to see you.”

“Do you know why he does?”

“N-no?”

You looked down. Voice soft, relaxed shoulders, a solemn tone, and a tremble to add on top. “My brother. He wishes to have a child with me. To use my powers in the form of a future heir to the throne.”

“I am not quite ready to have a child yet.” Nor were you interested with being a babymaker for that tyrant. But that wasn’t an appropriate excuse in the grand scheme of things.

“I understand! Your Excellency is quite young and even then, you have saved countless of lives. You deserve only to do as wish and nothing less.” The soldier slammed the floor in front of it. “Besides, his Majesty had already taken so many concubines I’m sure an heir wouldn’t be needed anytime soon.”

You nodded. A moment or two of silence for your mind to recollect everything that has been said before you execute what you came here for in the first place. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “How incompetent must the new Imperial General be at the moment?”

“Pardon?”

“Information is the most valuable asset to any sort of battle. As a general I kept a tight leash on it. Lest it spilled and caused unnecessary ruckus.” My knights were drilled, put through fire and blood, wiped clean before they were thrown back into hell again. And most importantly they were taught to sew their mouth shut or die. You, you just spilled everything I needed to know the moment I showed that I cared.”

“Your Excellency, I —“

“I was only going to punish you for trespassing. A measly act of destroying your Aetherial Helix.” “But in all honesty, I might be doing that brother Emperor of mine a favor by going . . . further.”

“N-no, you wouldn’t, you’re—!” The soldier was about to defend you even in its dying moments. But as it truly recounted all that has been told about you from its peers and seniors, it realizes one truly fatal fact.

You were never known for benevolence.

“Please! I did this all for you! I only wanted you back as my General!”

“Let this be a lesson.”

“No, please ! I- I - I beg of you—“

You looked up to the ceiling, beyond it — the stars and the infinite darkness you once called your home.

“And so I’ll continue to wield your blade, until I cut the stars from sky. I will protect you even from the gods I serve.”

You chant. The blood on your hands once again becoming too visible and distracting.

“Thank you for your service, soldier.” You deeply bow your head to the disintegrating corpse beneath you. Allowing the fallen's drained life essence to cover your forehead. [Brother Name] smiles. To others it may seem to have been a sign of respect — but to your kind, you were simply absorbing the spoils of battle. Taking in the dead and disgraced's remaining imprint on this world.

“My deepest apologies for the mess and time it took. The matter has been dealt with.” You returned. The blood, having dripped down your face, had dried and turned dark.

“I hope this has not soured your view on me.”

“Not at all . . .” Tim was the first to speak at your return. His fingers unconsciously replaying the footage of your . . . execution. Millions of questions already shot across his head as he was eager to probe you on them one way or another.

If anything it only made their obsession with you worse.

“Let me be your sinner, brother. This oath I shall never forsake.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere scenario #tw yandere #yandere batfam #yandere concept #yandere dc x reader #yandere teen titans #yandere young justice #batfam x reader #yandere batfam x reader #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere various dc x reader

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ciel-phantomhives-world · 11 days ago

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I've seen many Kuroshitsuji fans say that nobody OBVIOUSLY cares about the nameless twin because otherwise they would have asked about his whereabouts or whatever happened to him in that one month as well.

Well, let me put my 2 cents in on this. I think it's totally unfair to actually consider that as a FACT. First of all, Yana wrote the chapters till the green witch arc in such a clever way where nobody could actually tell if there are definitely 2 boys or not (unless it's the most observant ones connecting the dots together). She purposefully worded the dialogues of the characters in such a manner so that the readers don't immediately realize about a mysterious twin but also dropped random hints here and there. Otherwise where's the fun (the epic, well planned, dramatic reveal)? It's quite obvious that it was done for plot convenience and for a huge plot twist. Also, for more information about this topic, we'll just have to wait and see what happens in the future with the manga instead of treating assumptions as facts. Who knows, we might see the twins from other family members' perspective as well, just like a flashback but a more neutral one and perhaps we can learn more new information. (Unlike the flashbacks that we saw from OCiel's perspective which kinda seemed biased in some ways)

However, if we want to address this issue from the characters' perspective anyway (without taking the plot twist into account) then let's think about Madam Red. She clearly asked OCiel about what happened in that one month. But he didn't say anything, right? What can you do when somebody close to you is traumatized and doesn't want to speak about it? You may try asking them once or twice, indirectly, without mentioning the dead loved ones or anything specifically related to the trauma, so that it might be easier for the victim to open up and madam red knew that but if that doesn't work out then it's better to give it up (unless you're a cop or detective on a case then it's a different thing). It didn't work out for madam red, unfortunately. It's not like she asked about Vincent or Rachel specifically, either. But nobody points that out. Nobody says that "None of the characters asked anything about Vincent or Rachel which means they don't give a damn about them either and only cares about Ciel or blah blah blah."

Did Lizzie ask OCiel the same question about that one month? I can't remember it but even she saw the vibe OCiel was giving. Being all quiet, distant and all. She knew that asking him about his brother or anything related would only further agonize him, remind him even more of the trauma, might make him even more distant towards her and so on because everybody knew that the twins looked quite inseparable. They all probably thought that it's better to stay silent and not mention anything of the past for "Ciel's" sake. And as for Francis, Alexis and Edward, it's still a mystery about how they reacted after hearing that only "Ciel" came back 3 years back. We have yet to see their reactions.

We just know a few things about all of them. Those being:

1) they all probably assumed that the fire killed everybody that were in the mansion except Tanaka

2) then OCiel came back as Ciel and he never told anybody anything. So, again they probably assumed that either the other twin died in the fire or was with him the entire time but since he didn't come back with the twin, so he obviously died cuz he was already weak and how could he survive without anybody looking after him or guiding him? He definitely would have been with "Ciel" and the Butler, Sebastian, if he was indeed alive and so, in order to not remind "Ciel" of those awful memories, they didn't ask anything although some tried to some extent (as much as we know for now) and they sort of buried the memories just like "Ciel" did since it seemed hopeless anyway and not because they didn't care. Rather they probably cared and prioritized more about the only one that's still alive and for his wellbeing, they decided to remain quiet.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #longpost #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #our ciel #real ciel #phantomhive twins #vincent phantomhive #rachel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #madam red #tanaka #edward midford #alexis midford #francis midford #yana toboso #manga #ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS: most of these relatives certainly felt guilty to some extent for whatever happened to the Phantomhives.#many were even supposed to be there for the birthday party although none expected that that would be the outcome of that day #only one child came back and refused to speak about it #they could only do so much #hell diederich even ate himself to an unhealthy extent even if he was not related #they knew that they couldn't be there for the kids when they needed them the most and so how could anybody push OCiel anymore than that?#pretty sure all of them were willing to hear OCiel or “Ciel's” side of story if only he was willing to share everything about that month #they just didn't want to pry and make the situation worse but rather wanted to give that boy all the time he needs to open up #unfortunately that time never really came as much as we know #at least not yet #pretty sure many tried asking Tanaka about it but he could only tell whatever happened at the manor #and unfortunately i bet no cops or detectives got involved in this case because its that one cursed family after all

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In a literary sense, I consider killing Lenore Dove Baird basically the final moral line crossed in Coriolanus' corruption arc. It connects to several important things. First, Collins has him sincerely liking and caring about little Maude Ivory, Lenore Dove's mother, when they were both kids. She has him find out about Maude Ivory's mental health issues due to Lucy Gray's Games and then lovingly give her a gift of sweets to "get some happy in her head" (tbosas 422). Using the Covey phrase and participating in what the older kids/adults of the Covey are trying to do to help Maude Ivory. It's not a coincidence that he kills Lenore Dove with poison sweets. What was once love has turned to poison, a gift that was affirming of life has become death because the giver has so changed in the decades of terrible choices that have passed.

Second, family used to mean everything to him as a child. Both the name and love for the people. In SOTR, he kills the last Baird -- Lucy Gray's niece, Maude Ivory's daughter, and the name itself -- and destroys the family he might have joined. We know from the main series that it's after SOTR that he and Tigris have their full split from each other too. He becomes someone who cannot be family to the person who loved him most and who he once loved deeply.

The granddaughter in the films somewhat complicates this -- but in the books there's a reading that he makes himself incapable of that kind of sincere familial love. There's no wife or kids mentioned in STOR, even if they exist. We only hear about his "work wife"/twisted mother figure and partner for 15 years minimum in creating more and more sadistic Games, Gaul (stor, 190). And Collins writes him as someone with *no heir*. No futurity -- Gaul was able to create an heir for herself by turning a teen into a "mutt," a Frankenstein's monster, but he's not even able to do that by the end. He's symbolically non-generative, infertile (obligatory Fisher King reference here). That's huge for someone who was so driven by family and legacy.

Third, there's the visual symbolism. Those damn angelic curls! He's in his late 50s and he still has them, albeit in a highly fake and controlled way. "His head dips slightly and a lacquered silvery blond curl falls onto his forehead" (sotr, 86). He's sort of the rotten image of the boy he once was -- the boy who gave Maude Ivory those sweets sincerely. By the time we see him again in the main series, he's defined visually by being snakelike.

Last but not least - the forest is a teenager having a breakdown. It's not something he couldn't have turned away from, on to a better path. That is an opinion that fire cannot burn from me. But Lenore Dove is an adult killing the niece of the girl he loved. Destroying what remains of her *family.* Her blood. It's like killing Lucy Gray again - for real and certain this time. No breakdown, no mystery and hallucinations. No delusions of it being self defense. With intent and premeditated. (And kudos to the casting of Lenore Dove - Whitney Peak looks so much like Rachel Zegler!). Putting his foot to the floor and gunning it over that final line in his corruption arc.

And then just to zoom out a bit to my pov on all of this -- I think, in the subtle magic realism going on, Haymitch literally laying Louella's death at his feet was a kind of prophetic moment. A call to see what all of this really is. Which he responds to by taking his poison of choice (actual poison) to silence his mind, the way Haymitch would use alcohol to silence his mind. I feel like opportunities to see what he was doing came like that, again and again. Which is why he repeated the (otherwise stupid) cycle of poisoning himself to kill others again and again.

As a vision of what corruption and evil actually ARE, I love it. It's so hopeful! So many moments to see what you're doing, so many chances to stop.

And I do think keeping his word to not lie to Katniss--and specifically telling her the truth about Coin--is -- not a moment of turning away (I think the last chance at that passes in SOTR but you could argue otherwise), but another example of how hopeful this story can be about people. One tiny shred of the boy who cared so much about honor was left and something good could be made of that by Katniss' choice. Lucy Gray was right and Gaul was wrong. There is "a natural goodness built into human beings" and we do all, on some level, sense when "you’ve stepped across the line into evil" (tbosas 496). And going against it is a lifetime of hard work, choice after choice after choice after choice, burying the person you might have been and the better world you could have been part of alive. And a hell of a lot of other people too.

It's a lie that some people are just "born evil" because their brains aren't neurotypical. It's, in particular, a lie fascists have used to justify the mass murder of mentally ill people. So - you'll forgive me for throwing that shit out in the trash where it belongs! That's not what Collins is saying.

And it's a lie that good people are just effortlessly good. It's a lie that's incredibly dangerous--especially as the cost of following our own inner goodness becomes higher and higher: that's what tyrants and fascists *do*--because it leaves people ill equipped to deal with going through impossible, painful things, being broken and damaged and tainted and still choosing good. It makes the stakes unclear.

It would have been better, by far, to die of exposure in the wilderness at 18 holding Lucy Gray's hand than to return to Gaul and become what Coriolanus became. It would have been an appalling thing, an obscene tragedy, for two children to die like that just because they loved each other and didn't want to participate in evil. And it's understandable why teen Coriolanus has a breakdown, unable to face the very real possibility of it. But it would have been better. Because the other option was a living death, with everything that was once alive inside rotting and turned to poison.

#the hunger games #coriolanus snow #thg meta #sunrise on the reaping

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therobinswayne · 1 month ago

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marauders variants

im doing this again because ive become increasingly obsessed w how all of us can easilly have entirely different ideas of these charachters bc of the nature of the marauders fandom. so here's some variants and why i think they're similar!

james potter

ferris bueller (ferris bueller's day off) - cocky, larger than life, popular and beloved by younger kids at the school, thinks he can get away with anything, manages to be charming through all this

peter parker (the amazing spider man) - goofy, willing to fight for what's right, has a sunny vibe despite anything negative going on

anthony bridgerton (bridgerton) - protective of his family, charasmatic, kind of a playboy but also an intense loveryboy at the same time

sirius black

rachel green (friends) - kind of spoiled but wants to grwo, self-absorbed and confident in himself, loyal friend who loves his people

jamie tartt (ted lasso) - egotistical, emotionally stunted, but at the core of all that kind of emotionally stunted and hopeful to learn

daring charming (ever after high) - bit of a shithead, flirts with anything that moves, doesn't realize that he's kind of a dick to his younger sibling

remus lupin

chandler bing (friends) - uses humor as a self-defence, self depricating, charismatic

steve rogers (captain america: the first avenger) - brave and loyal to the point of self-sacrafice, generally really nice but has a wicked temper you'd never guess

stanley uris (it) - considered the smart one of a rowdy friend group, actually just as bad as the rest of them

peter pettigrew

penelope featherington (bridgerton) - unassuming and sweet, but actually has a crazy pen and will rip you to shreds if he wants to

mike hanlon (it) - sweetheart, committed to his ideals, will do anything to keep things good

nate shelley (ted lasso) - feels a bit underappreciated on a whole, wicked quick, strategic mastermind

lily evans

lucy gray baird (the hunger games: a ballad of songbirds and snakes) - sweet and kind to all, but has a firey side if you cross her, can't win her trust back once you've lost it

hazel levesque (heroes of olympus) - lovely, small in stature, absolutely could kill you but choses kindness

amelia pond (doctor who) - adventurous, hardheaded, won't be told what to do

marlene mckinnon

robin buckley (stranger things) - chaotic lesbian, motormouth, band kid

darcy olsson (heartstopper) - overcomensates for her insecurities with humor, refuses to be talked down to or made small

karen karen (daisy jones and the six) - badass rocker, stubborn, won't change herself for anyone

mary macdonald

cher horowitz (clueless) - well-meaning, a little ditzy but she's got the spirit, wants to help people in any way she can

britta perry (community) - stubborn when she believes she's right, knows her worth, sure of herself

elle woods (legally blonde) - kind-hearted, believes in herself completely, even if she's ditzy in a common sense way, she's got crazy knowledge of hyper-specific things

alice fortescue

robin scherbatsky (how i met your mother) - badass, cool as hell, "cool girl", raised by just her dad and knows how to fight

kat stratford (10 things i hate about you) - angry girl, hates all men except her dad and her boy, extremely judgy music snob

eloise bridgerton (bridgerton) - funny as hell, will not tolerate you if she doesn't like you, incredibly nosy about everyones business

dorcas meadowes

nancy wheeler (stranger things) - preppy, has a badass side that comes out when her people are in danger, vary much a "good girl"

rory gilmore (gilmore girls) - academic weapon, big pop culture girlie, needs coffee to survive, accidentally toxic in her relationships

tara lewis (heartstopper) - big ball of anxiety, overachiever, but proud of herself and has a big heart

pandora lestrange

pheobe buffay (friends) - funky, kind of a hippie, seen as weird, has strong moral principles, makes her own jewelery

daisy jones (daisy jones and the six) - unpredicatble, wild, flower power lover, has an indescribable but extremely lovable quality to her that makes her an it girl even tho shes weird

rachel dare (percy jackson and the olympians) - has seer powers, artist, constantly has paint on her clothes

emmeline vance

eponine thenardier (les miserables) - bitchy as a defence mechanism, eldest daughter complex like it's her goddamn job, secretly a lovergirl but she'll never tell

annabeth chase (percy jasonson and the olympians) - competitive, needs to prove herseld, can NOT turn down a challenge, architecture nerd

monica gellar (friends) - absolutely will break down if she doesn't win literally everything, compulsive need to keep things clean, will absolutely beat a bitch up if she's angry, insecure

regulus black

christina yang (grey's anatomy) - fiercely ambitious, will not be swayed, dark and twisty, crazy competitive, knows he's better than all these bitches around him

paris gellar (gilmore girls) - hot headed, loyal friend even if his friendship is hard to earn, has no problem with quick and calculated revenge

michelle jones (mcu spidern-man) - quiet, pessimist but is more of a disappointed optimist that doesn't want to be disappointed again, always spectating those around and keeping stock of everything he sees

evan rosier

jason mendoza (the good place) - sweet, excitable, kind of dumb but extremely lovable

joey tribbiani (friends) - playboy, very comfortable in his sexuality, goofball

peeta mellark (the hunger games) - resourceful, very sweet with a protective streak, kinf of a skill money

barty crouch jr

dennis reynolds (it's always sunny in philadelpha) - categorically a bad person but knows it and doesn't care, kind of a sociopath

jeff winger (community) - liar all the time, well-aticulate and uses it to his advantage, total fuck boy, would fuck any of his friends if they were down

peter maximoff (x-men movies) - kleptomaniac, can't sit still for the life of him, a little bitchy

frank longbottom

chidi anegonye (the good bplace) - anxious, bookish, constantly worried about eveything, doesn't want to hurt anyone ever

grover underwood (percy jackson and the olympians) - friendly, loyal to a fault, environmentally concious king

ben hanscom (it) - has a terminal case of loverboy syndrome, sweetheart, architecture nerd

benjy fenwick

andy dwyer (parks and recreation) - childish, goofball, well-meaning and lovable, kind of an ass sometimes

nick nelson (heartstopper) - protective, sunshiney, that friend that feels like he can't share his problems despite being there for everyone else's problems

jake peralta (brooklyn nine-nine) - always joking, like to the point that he can't take shit seriously, but is also the most supportive friend, investigative as hell, can put things together quick

xenopehlius lovegood

luna lovegood (harry potter) - this is kind of a copout ik but i really feels like luna and xeno are so similar, spacey, kind fo an outsider, oddball, believes weird thigns no one else has heard of

alice (alice in wonderland) - gullible, easy to convince of anything, loves exploring, hard to get to focus

enjolras (les miserables) - fierce believer, gets offended when other people don't believe what he does

aurora sinistra

ayda aueegfort (fantasy high) - autistic as hell, academic for teh sake of academia, desperate to learn

patricia johnson (nerdy prudes must die) - not tactille, has a hard time talking about her emotions

adaine abernant (fantasy high) - will defend her friends until literal death, fuck you

charity burbage

eleven hopper (stranger things) - sweet, well-meaninf, staunchly lawful neutral, will stick to her rules to the end of time but its so hard to figure out what her rules even are

rapunzel (tangled) - natural explorer, constantly wandering, loves nature and art, constantly learning new hobbies

katniss everdeen (the hunger games) - will never change her first assumption unless she absolutely has to, very quick to distrust you if you even kind of slight one of her friends

sybil trelawney

riz gukgak (fantasy high) - insomniac, NEEDS to know what's going on, nosy investiagtor

abed nadir (community) - can slip into different masks really well but generally doesn't because she's pretty comfortable with herself

sherlock holmes (sherlock bbc) - always investigating, terrible with social cues, people HATE her ass for knowing so much about them

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Heart Stopper | Leah Williamson

A/N: this was rushed and probs sucks boooo, will probably do a follow up part too (also not proofread lol)

There were many things that gave you a nervous fluttering in your chest; waking up on your birthday, receiving awards, doing interviews and even meeting fans.

But there was also a few things that made that feeling a hundred times more intense. Playing for your country, and whenever Leah looked at you.

It was cliché, but the two of you were completely head over heels for each other. Leah's gaze was the most beautiful thing you ever had the pleasure of catching, but it would always make your heart race a little faster in your chest. Your fiancée often teased you about how nervous you got when you made eye contact especially considering the four years you had been together, but you just couldn't explain it.

Leah looked at you with so much love and affection, a genuine feeling behind her eyes that made you question what you had done to deserve love like hers. Her eyes never failed to make you smile, and appreciate what you had. She was your world, more important than anything in your life; including your career.

You could think of a thousand different examples of times Leah had made you nervous, when you met, when you finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, when you met her family, winning the Euros with her. But nothing would beat how her eyes brimmed with happy tears when you got down on one knee that night in Athens, during a holiday just after England's victory in the summer.

There was a lot of things that made your heart race, beat against your chest as though it was ready to burst, but Leah would always be at the top of your list.

Today was no different, except you had plenty more reasons to be jittery.

Not too long ago, you were called up to represent England at the World Cup and before you knew it, the time was here. Unfortunately, your soon-to-be-wife had sustained an injury to her ACL a few months prior, and it had left her out of the squad indefinitely due to her recovery period. It was tough time for Leah, but you had remained by her side throughout, and she would be forever thankful that you were.

You had played at your best, as well of the rest of the team and it earned you a spot in the semi-finals against France. It was going to be a very tough game, but you had made it this far, and nobody planned on going home early.

No matter how many times you played for your country, it was still scary. Even though you had played well so far, you were so worried it could all go wrong. That feeling in your chest could be a spiteful bastard, and sometimes turn sour at the worst times. It would become a tight feeling, painful and hard to ignore. But in your line of work, it was something that had to be ignored.

"How you feeling, speedy?" A voice had quickly snapped you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to see Millie Bright taking a seat beside you in the changing room that was already full of eager Lionesses prepping for kick off (and listening to ABBA).

You cleared your throat slightly, feeling that familiar twinge in your chest that threatened to turn unpleasant.

"Good." The lie slipped past your lips, not backed up by the fact that your leg was bouncing so quickly against the floor that it could've created a hole.

Millie chuckled beside you before throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"We're gonna kill 'em, save that energy for the pitch kid."

You offered her a quick smile before she patted your back and moved off to have a conversation with Rachel. It was odd, you hadn't quite had this feeling so intense before, but you had figured that the further you got in the competition, the worse it might be. But Millie was right, conserve your energy and let it out when it mattered.

It wouldn't be long before you were due to line up and head out for kick off, and so despite the rules, you pulled out your phone to text Leah. She had managed to convince the physios at Arsenal that she would be fine to fly out for the end of the tournament, promising to cheer you all on from wherever she was sat. She had texted you with the general area, and you told her you'd look for her when you came out.

Putting your phone away, you rose to your feet and followed the team out.

The feeling was ever present in your chest, but it didn't die down. Shaking your head and balling your hands in fists by your sides, it was game time. Win first, worry later.

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The whistle was blown, and the game kicked off. It was a hard fought battle between both sides. Equal opportunity, but neither could make a real dent in the score line. At the 46th minute, your chest had begun to tighten and your head beginning to hurt, and not in a way you had felt before.

Something was wrong.

An anxiety attack perhaps? Migraine? You had no idea but there was no way in hell you were subbing off this early, not when you were making runs up the wing and crosses into the box that had France's defence all over the place.

One misplaced pass from a French midfielder allowed Lucy to intercept, who passed it promptly to Stanway, sending it you on the left wing where you were already setting up to make the run. Rachel Daly was at the striking position, and after hours of drills, it was about to pay off as an opportunity to score presented itself. By the time the long ball reached your feet, you were off and running it up the line, leaving a stumbling French right back tailing after you. As the end of the pitch appeared, you halted quickly, stopping the ball with you and throwing off the defender for a mere moment.

But that was all you needed.

A sly pass through the legs of said defender allowed you to chip the ball into the rapidly crowding box, but Rachel was there ready to header it in. England, France, the whole stadium held their breath as Daly made contact and sent the shot flying into the top corner. It was though everything was happening in slow motion to you.

Unfortunately, the incredible shot rattled off the woodwork, allowing a defender to clear the ball from the French box, sending both teams back down the pitch.

"France clear the dangerous attempt from England, making safe passes between their back line in order to gain some ground." The commentators were keeping a close eye on this tight-knit game. Their eyes followed every kick of the ball. "-makes a clear pass past Walsh and into the England half, but it appears that Y/L/N has yet to even catch up with her teammates!"

Leah was hyper-focused, prepped for a nasty French counter-attack. With her lower lip between her teeth, she was watching every kick of the ball, hands clenched in hope that the Lioness defence would come through. It was clear that it was neck and neck, and not a single second could be wasted. A French player was closing in on the England box, and Millie was ready to make the tackle, until she noticed a commotion on the pitch.

"France are set on returning the attacking gesture, making good ground- Oh!" The commentator cut himself off. "Is Y/L/N injured? She seems to be stumbling."

The blonde defender's eyes flickered away out the sound of a whistle, the French player halting her attack. Millie's head turned to the sound of the whistle, as did the rest of the players.

There was Rachel, kneeling down beside a body of white kit. Keira stood waving her arms to the side lines, a clear sign of calling for medical aid. The referee had also dropped to her knees, and Leah's heart sank as realisation settled in.

From her position, she was close enough to see that you were lying down on the ground. Still. Unmoving. She didn't see you get tackled, let alone go down. Her throat filled with anxiety, fear. What do I do? Leah couldn't exactly run onto the pitch, but that was her fucking fiancée down there for Christ sake.

"Leah..." Her brother managed out beside her, already knowing. Her brother had come to like you quite a lot, but you were basically part of the family. It was clear the worry was mutual.

The blonde woman heard ringing, her brother's attempts at consoling her falling on deaf ears. She watched as medics ran onto the pitch, and not just team medics, but paramedics. It was clear something was seriously wrong as the ref beckoned them over quickly after her initial examination.

Leah wasn't quite able to process what was going on. Tears pricked in her eyes, and that tight feeling in her own chest had turn into outright panic. Her breathing was staggered, but she was unable to move. She wasn't close enough to hear or see clearly, but she knew.

The English squad all shared a solemn and worrisome look on their faces. Lucy Bronze had her hands on the shoulders of Keira Walsh, seemingly attempting to calm her down. The two of you were close, and seeing you like this was hard. Especially since no-one quite knew what was going on. Lucy pulled Keira away, as the rest of the team quickly stood in a protective circle around yourself and the paramedics, shielding you away from prying eyes in such a vulnerable moment. The French players also joined to fill in the gaps, showing nothing but solidarity for a fellow player.

Your fiancée was only stirred from her panic as her brother grabbed her hand, leading her down from their seats and back inside the stadium. Leah had obviously gained a sort of VIP privilege to watch the match, meaning they had a private area inside before and during the game. As her eyes were torn away from you, her body kicked back into auto drive, ignoring her brother and immediately began searching for someone that could help her.

"Excuse me!" Leah had found what looked like a security guard further down the corridor, just outside the room. "My girlfriend's just been injured and I need to see her!"

The man didn't respond initially, as it seemed he was listening to something being said in his earpiece. "Madam I can't let anyone down there."

Meanwhile, outside the stadium had fallen silent. You were being rushed off the pitch and referee had called a slightly early half-time, sending both teams back to the changing rooms. The Lionesses wasted no time, Sarina was going to have to deliver a game plan at the same time as making sure the rest of the team were okay.

There was a lot of chatter in the changing room.

"Fuck, man!" Lucy stressfully placed her hands on her head. "What the fuck was it?" She asked out loud, hoping for an answer.

"Mate I dunno, she just collapsed." Rachel responded from her seat in her cubby.

Keira just sighed. "It's bad, it's really bad." Emotions threatened to spill over. "She just dropped and she was shaking."

"I heard the paramedics. She was unconscious." Georgia admitted shakily, and the atmosphere in the room changed. But before anyone could say more, Sarina walked in the room alongside some assistant coaching staff.

The girls all shuffled back into their seats, and then Sarina spoke;

"I've been told that Y/N suffered a seizure." The silence in the room was heavy. "We do not know why, but she's on the way to the hospital."

No one knew what to say. Not really.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jess asked what everyone was thinking. The obvious question.

Sarina's gaze dropped.

"I don't know at this time, but it seems that way." Sighs of relief were audible.

Millie then spoke; "Has anyone told Leah?" Heads turned to look at her. "She's here, there's no way she hasn't seen."

"I've sent someone up to grab her, they'll take her to Y/N." The England coach informed her team. "Look ladies, I know you are all gravely concerned about your teammate, and the support and care you showed at their proved it. But Y/N would want you all to go back out there and give it your best."

It was true, the girls all knew how much the game meant to you, and that you were the type of person to never quit. You expected the same thing from everyone else. In truth, it was a part of what made the team so special.

But their hearts also ached for Leah. Watching the person you love have something so horrible happen to them was hard.

So they would go back out there, and win it for you. You and Leah.

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The match was over. England won 2-1.

Leah couldn't quite bring herself to care, though. For a rare occasion, something in her life had taken precedence over the game.

She was sat alone in a waiting room, in some Australian hospital, waiting to hear anything from you. She had been there for two hours. Before Leah could rip off that security guard's head, an England staff member had grabbed her, telling her everything he knew before helping her get to the hospital. She thanked him profusely, and went inside, trying to find out what was going on with you.

The England captain was told to wait, and that was what she had been doing ever since. Her brother had come in and out, busy making phone calls to his and Leah's mum.

"Leah Y/L/N?" Her head snapped up at that. She had forgotten she had lied about her name, telling them you were married already in fear they wouldn't let her see you. Leah bolted up and headed to the nurse who had called her name, indicating for the woman to follow her.

She pulled out her phone and text her brother that she was going to see you before she was brought outside a door. The nurse opened it and ushered her in, stating she would give some privacy before the nurse came over.

For the first time ever, Leah's gaze on you was one filled with heartache.

Hooked up to wires, pale as anything. Sitting in a bed you had no purpose being in. You didn't look like you.

"Y/N..." The tears that the defender had desperately tried to hold back had breached her eyes once again, flowing freely. You were awake, and the sudden noise had you looking over at your lover.

"Leah." You sighed, seeming a lot more awake than she had been expecting. The girl rushed over and grabbed your hand, before you pulled her into a hug, immediately wrapping your arms around hers. "I'm okay, c'mon, I'm okay."

You attempted to soothe her hurt, ironically. But Leah pulled away, sobbing.

"But you're not! Oh my God, you aren't okay!" Leah hated the word hysterical, she thought it had sexist undertones, but she felt a little hysterical right now.

"Hey! I'm alive! I'm breathing! I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?" You quipped, smiling at her. You still looked pale, slow moving. But still, that was you. "It was a seizure. Stress, they said. They need to do more tests but, I'm all good."

Leah knew you were okay, the evidence was right in front of her. But it didn't make this any less scary.

She didn't even have to say anything, her lip just quivering. You pulled her back into you, mindful of the wires connected to your body. "I know, baby. I'm right here." You ran a soothing hand up and down her back.

"I should be comforting you right now." She mumbled into your neck, making you chuckle.

"Ha, I'm sound." That made her giggle.

"You collapsed." She deadpanned, pulling away slightly again.

"I know."

"You're going to be okay?" She asked, those beautiful eyes finding yours again. "You're going to be okay."

"I know." You repeated, and your fiancée kissed your cheek.

She spent the next minutes asking you how you felt, and you explained how you felt just before you went down and how you remembered nothing whilst you were unconscious.

"I didn't even know I had a fit till I got in the ambulance. I just felt so...tired. Exhausted." Recounting your trip to the hospital, Leah was constantly stroking your hair, looking you in the eyes to make sure you were really there. "But I'm good. I'll be good."

Leah didn't say anything, she just leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. The two of you shared a sweet embrace until a short beep on your monitor made you both pull away. Leah turned her head and saw your heart rate monitor, and that your BPM had spiked slightly.

Your face went red with realisation, and Leah just bit her lower lip bashfully.

"Do I make you nervous or something?" She teased, and you just sighed at her antics.

"Shut up!" You flopped back into the bed, letting yourself lean against the mattress.

There was a beat of silence.

"I didn't make anything stressful for you, right? I know the last few months have been hard-" You cut Leah's rambling off quickly before she could spiral, knowing what she was like.

"Nope! None of that please. Leah, I've always been shit with dealing with stress. It's my own fault for bottling it up. I'm gonna start seeing someone when we get back, manage my emotions better. Promise." You reassured her, and you meant what you said. You knew Leah had some of the toughest months of her life the past year. Coming off the highs of captaining the team to the Euros win, to being injured and missing out on the biggest tournament in the world was so hard. But you didn't regret helping her through a single minute of that, and no matter how tough it was really, you would never let her take the blame because there was simply none to place on her shoulders.

The two of you were interrupted by a doctor entering the room, apologising for the intrusion.

"Ah, I see your wife found you then, Mrs Y/L/N?" He smiled, walking over to your other side and checking a few machines.

You turned your head sheepishly to Leah.

"Wife, huh?"

She just hummed in response.

"A couple of months, give or take."

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Chapter 23

Summary: In order to have a dating life without the pressure of friends and family knowing, Wanda and Reader plan dates to meet at each other's places for romantic dinners. They tend to dance a lot.

A/n: Sorry y'all meant to post earlier today but had to walk Brady then had to make my food. I apologize for any and all errors, I haven't really been editing the chapters since I've gotten so busy but I LOVE this story sooooo much! I hope y'all enjoy!

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The alarm on your phone wakes you. It’s early on a Monday morning. The sun isn’t up yet but you have to be in order to make it to the job site at your scheduled time. You wish you could sleep in, but unfortunately you won’t get to do that for the next four mornings. As you yawn and stretch, you feel a hand pull you down. “No,” she groans, making you laugh as you continue to stretch.

“I have work,” you remind her as you fall against her. Feeling your normally tense body relax into her warm embrace. Your muscles feel like jelly and you want to close your eyes for just five more minutes. But you don’t. You just know that those five minutes could be ten, twenty, an hour, or worse.

“No,” she repeats as she snuggles closer, her eyes remaining closed as she does.

“And what do I tell your brother when he calls asking me why I’m not at work?” You ask as you adjust to look at her. Wanda’s hair is a mess, her face is a little puffier than usual, she looks serene. You cup her cheek with your hand and lightly rub your thumb back and forth.

Wanda leans into your touch and a content sigh escapes her lips. “Easy, you don’t answer,” she smirks as she presses her lips to the palm of your jaw. You shake your head with a soft laugh.

“So I shouldn’t tell him that his twin is refusing to let me leave her bed?” you tease and Wanda scrunches her face. She pushes you back and you grin.

“Gross, he’ll think we’re doing a lot more than snuggling and sleeping,” she covers her face as she shakes her head. Then she finally opens her eyes. “Besides, I think that goes against that whole keeping this between us thing.”

You lean in and kiss her cheek, “Exactly, I’m going. Have a good day,” you swiftly move out of the warmth of the cozy bed and her arms and Wanda pouts as you do but she doesn’t put up more of a resistance. She sighs with a slight disappointment this time as the bed grows cool in your absence. She climbs out and stretches as she wakes her body up.

“Are you going to come back tonight?” She asks as she shamelessly watches you undress. The two of you are still waiting to be physically intimate as the two of you continue to develop the emotional intimacy of the relationship in order to build a strong foundation. But as her eyes roam your body, she is beginning to forget why the two of you need to wait in the first place.

You are lost in thought as you change and consider your answer. Uncertain if today is the day you had to pick up Rachel and Jean from the airport. It has been two weeks since the disastrous first date. You and Wanda had your second date on Wednesday of that week then your third and fourth that weekend. The week she had her boys, you needed to work on finishing orders for your side business and Wanda would sneak in from time to time to chat and maybe the two of you even made out a couple of times.

Last night wasn’t a date outside of the house. It wasn’t even meant to be a date. It was a last minute invite and you weren’t up for much because you were working all Saturday and most of yesterday working for a delivery service to help catch up on the bills. “Um, let me check my,” you pick up your phone and look up the flight itinerary for Rachel and Jean. “Yeah, I can come back tonight. I don’t pick up the girls until Thursday… morning? Ugh, that’s going to be brutal. I need to warn your brother.”

Wanda shakes her head with a disgusted expression. “Please, just say boss. It’s hurting my brain how much you have to run by my brother.”

You smile and nod as you pull your work polo over your head and arms and straighten yourself out. “Alright, that’s not a problem,” you walk across the room towards her and wrap your arms around her and give her a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you,” you say.

Wanda scrunches her nose as she catches a whiff of your sour morning breath, but she kisses you again anyway. “I love you and your stinky breath.”

You wink at her with a wide grin before walking to her bathroom to use the toothbrush that you left here the last time. You start brushing your teeth and she follows to brush her teeth at the sink next to the one you’re standing in front of. When the two of you exchange a glance, you wink at her and she shakes her head.

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Wanda looks at her phone as she receives the last message you’ll be sending her for the rest of the week. Even though it’s the middle of the summer, you are finally taking Rachel on the annual camping trip. “Why do you look upset?” Pietro asks as he tries to look over her shoulder to get a glance at her screen just in case it’s a message from Vision.

Wanda is quick to hide her phone. “Dude! Mind your business!” She says with the screen of her phone pressed against her chest.

“Dude? Really? What are we, twelve?” He shakes his head and grabs a handful of chips from the bowl on the coffee table.

“Yeah, when you’re trying to look at my phone and you’re eating like that!” Wanda doubles down and Pietro slows down his chewing but his mouth is still full of chips, giving him chipmunk cheeks.

“What?” He asks dumbly. Wanda shakes her head and looks back at her phone as she tries to think of a response to your message before it’s too late. “This is my house, you know?” Pietro states as he adds the rest of the fist full of chips into his mouth.

Wanda is visiting to finally meet her new niece. She has spent a couple hours doting over the baby while she anxiously checked her phone for messages from you. Now her boys are with their aunt, she is watching them as they each take turns holding the baby in the rocking chair in the nursery. Pietro told her that you had gifted it and Wanda recalls watching you make pieces of the chair but she doesn’t remember seeing you take it out. But it was a sturdy and comfortable chair. She had to hide how proud it made her feel to see the chair you made actually being used and shown off.

“It still amazes me that you ever found someone to love all of this,” Wanda gestures with her hand waving it in a circle of her brother's face and body.

“Whatever, you’re just jealous that I found someone I can be myself with,” he says as he puts his boots on top of the coffee table while crossing his legs.

“Pietro! Get your shoes off of my coffee table!” Crystalia shouts from the other room. “And wipe it down!” She orders.

Pietro quickly drops his feet to the ground and sits up. “Yes dear!” He shouts back as he gets up from the couch. Wanda watches with amusement and Pietro looks at his twin once he’s standing. “Not a word,” he warns. Wanda, unable to help herself, makes a whip sound as she flicks her wrist with a smirk. “I’m going to remember that,” he says as he walks away.

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The day you come back from the camping trip with Rachel, you're happy to find that Jean has moved out of your apartment. You find your room clean and without a bunch of overflowing luggages scattered on the floors. The bed is made with clean sheets. Your bathroom is clean with no evidence of makeup or used feminine products. The apartment no longer smells like Jean’s perfume. That was the best part. It almost felt like she was spraying it around as a substitute for an air freshener. So to have the apartment smelling like anything but her is a real relief. Rachel is happy to have a clean room to return to as well. The apartment doesn't feel as cramped with the bed in the living room finally folded away.

You call Jean to find out if you should drop Rachel off at her house. But she doesn't pick up the first couple of times. When she finally does, she is irritated and breathless. “Hey, we're back. Do you want me to bring Rach over to you?” You ask, keeping your voice low in case Jean doesn't want Rachel at her house yet.

“Oh shit what day is it?” Jean says and you can hear Anna giggle in the back stating that she doesn't know and doesn't care. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you let her know that it's Sunday. “Right, right, it's my week now. Okay. Yeah, give me…” she mutes herself for a couple of minutes. “Okay, okay, give us a couple of hours. I'll, we'll, the house will be ready. We need to clean up.” She is panting between words and you have to refrain from groaning out of disgust. But it's better off that she's jumping into bed with her wife instead of trying to seduce you.

The night she kissed you wasn't the only time she made a pass at you. She tried a few nights later, while you were asleep. She crawled into the uncomfortable sofa bed with you and snuggled up against you. Her touch woke you up almost instantly and not in the way she preferred. You were repulsed by the idea of ever being with her ever again. You had to explain that to her in detail a couple of times before she finally understood to leave you alone.

You shudder at the memory once you hang up the phone. You tell Rachel to take a nap but you don't tell her that you'll be taking her to her mom's house. You don't want to excite her, she needs to be resting. You step out to your balcony to call Wanda.

“Hello?” Wanda sounds a little out of breath herself.

“Hey,” you say as you try to figure out what she could be doing.

“Y/n! Oh my goodness! You're back earlier than I thought you'd be!” She says excitedly. “Sorry, I'm on my treadmill. I didn't check to see who was calling.” You can hear her press a couple of buttons and the soft hum of the machine in the background slowly comes to an end. “Hey you, how are you doing?” She asks as she is catching her breath. You wish that you could be the reason she is breathless. You wish you were the one entangled with Wanda warning Jean that you need some time before she can drop off Rachel.

“I'm doing good, it was a long drive. I can't wait to see you,” you say as you lean against the railing of the balcony. You look out to the busy view that the location of your apartment building provides you.

“That's sweet,” Wanda sighs and you can hear the smile in her voice. “Do you think you'll get to?”

“Jean moved out when I was gone so I was thinking,” you check over your shoulder to be certain that Rachel isn't within ear shot. “After I drop Rachel off with her mom, maybe I can stop by and see you?”

Wanda takes a moment to answer, you can hear her swallowing her water for a moment. You wait kind of nervously before but maintaining patience. “Just stop by or do you think you can spend the night too?”

Your smile widens. “I could be convinced but I don't know.”

“I missed you,” she says softly. “Come on,” her volume lifts slightly as she pleads with you. “Spend the night with me. Hell, spend the week with me.”

“That's a little fast, don't you think?” The words fall out of you before you could stop them. You're a little surprised that you're thinking about slowing things down between the two of you. All week, the only thing you could think about was being in her bed with her. Laughing with her. Crying with her. Playfully arguing with her. You laugh a little to try and play it off as a joke but you aren't certain if you meant the statement or not.

“Well, considering that we're still waiting,” Wanda speaks slowly, dragging out her words. “I mean, I suppose it's a little fast to have you move in for a week,” she goes quiet for a moment. You are biting your nail on your thumb as you wait for her to continue. “But you know what? I don't care,” her voice sounds more certain, more confident. “I want you here. I want you to go to work and come back here. I want to make dinners with you. I want you here as much as possible.”

You chuckle softly as you think about it. But then decide not to overthink it. You've spent too much time thinking. You want to take this small leap with Wanda. “Alright, I'll pack my bags then,” you state calmly and confidently.

“Wait, are you serious?” She sounds slightly surprised but mostly excited.

“Yeah, I'm serious,” you confirm. “I need to go if I'm going to sneak my bags inside the truck before Rachel can ask me about anything. I'll see you soon. I love you,” you say as you hold the handle of the door so you can enter the bedroom.

“Okay, yeah, I'll see you soon. I love you,” her excitement is contagious as you feel a rush of energy and joy. You can't rid yourself of your wide grin as you hang up and start to get ready for your week with Wanda.

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“...’Cause you feel like home. You’re like a dream come true,” you hold Wanda close with your eyes closed as the two of you dance to the song. The two of you were enjoying dinner together at her home. She hasn’t let you take her out since you talked to her about your financial situation in depth. Wanda refused to let you do anything to spoil her, especially after how much you spent on her for the first date. You tried to assure her that you budgeted for it but she was adamant that the dates be affordable and that they didn’t need to be of any extravagance.

“Expensive dates aren’t what makes a relationship great anyway. I think we both know that by now. I just want to be able to spend time with you,” she assured you when you were trying to assure her that you don't mind spending money on her.

As the two of you continue to dance around the living room you can't help but think of the first time you and Wanda danced together. In the backyard with the sun setting and a bottle and a half of wine in your systems. Or was it two bottles? You don't remember, but it was a minor detail. What you do remember in detail was how much you wanted to kiss her. How much you wanted to feel connected to her. How much you wanted to be her partner. Now here you are, dancing with her once again. You still feel that way except now, you can kiss her when you want. And you do. Now you feel more connected to her than ever. Now you consider yourself her partner.

“Can you believe it? Our kids are starting middle school soon?” Wanda whispers as her eyes fall on a framed baby photo of her boys as she looks over your shoulder.

You shake your head as you continue to sway with her. “No, I can't believe it. I still keep thinking that Rachel is too young to be moving on to middle school. But she won't stop reminding me with how excited she is about it.”

Wanda takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I keep eavesdropping on the boys because Tommy is constantly talking to Billy about all of the hot girls that are going to be at their middle school.”

You scrunch your face, “Please, he hangs out with my daughter. I need to be able to sleep at night. I beg you, tell me you're lying.”

“Oh come on. They made an entire plan to become siblings. I doubt Tommy or Billy will be looking at Rachel in that way,” Wanda says in a reassuring tone. But there's a hint of doubt in her words because she can't be certain of something like that until you and her reveal the relationship to the kids.

“Oh I'm not worried about Billy. But now I'm going to keep a close eye on Tommy,” you say jokingly and Wanda stops moving with you.

“What?” She steps back slightly. “What do you mean you're not worried about Billy?”

You shrug and shake your head. “No particular reason.”

“Come on,” she presses.

“No, it's nothing. It's just, I don't think Rachel would be his type,” you say as you try to steer away from the conversation. “It's getting late, we should get ready for bed.” You say as you step away and check your watch then find the remote to shut off the music.

“Why wouldn't Rachel be his type?” She doesn’t want to let this go because lately she’s been feeling a little disconnected from her sons. A comment like that gives her the impression that you know something she doesn’t. “What do you know?” Wanda says as she follows closely behind.

“Nothing, I don't know anything,” you say as you shut off lights on the way towards the stairs.

“The way you're saying that makes me feel like you know something,” Wanda continues to pester you for information all the way to the bedroom. You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed. Wanda stands in front of you as she waits to hear the answers she's looking for, not allowing you to dismiss the topic of conversation.

“Remember when we sat the kids down and explained my pronouns and what being non-binary means to me?” You ask as you take Wanda’s hands into each of yours. She nods as her eyebrows start to crease. “Well, Billy has had some…” you trail off as you try to search through your vocabulary that will best describe your recent conversations with Billy. “Curiosities lately. I don't know anything for certain. I'm not saying that he is anything. I'm not outting him because he hasn't confirmed anything. The questions could mean absolutely nothing. Just, prepare yourself. Billy might not be… I don't know how to put it. He might not be like Tommy.”

Wanda pulls your interlocked hands up to cover her face. You're a little confused by her exasperated reaction. She’s dating you. She’s been with women in the past. Why would something like her son potentially being queer be upsetting to her. “He is going to have such a hard time at his father's house soon,” she mutters and that's when it clicks for you. She's not upset about her son's sexuality because she wants him to be heterosexual. She's concerned for his well-being in his father's home.

“Did he know that you were queer?” You ask, curious of how they got married if Vision wasn’t as open minded as Wanda.

“Yeah,” she sighs as she drops your laced hands down to her sides. “Don't judge me,” she starts as she keeps her head down, “in my defense I was in my early twenties.” She takes a deep breath and bites her lips. “But he's… he liked that about me because he thinks it's okay for women to be a little more sexually open because he finds it hot. And I didn’t realize how misogynistic and homophobic he was until we found out that we were having two boys.”

You nod slowly as you start to grow worried for Billy as well. You remember how unaccepting your father was of the way you acted while you were growing up. You even remember the advice he'd given you when you told him about getting Jean pregnant. That he wanted you to quit being so “frilly” and to start acting like the child he wanted. That life is already confusing enough for a child, they don’t need to have a parent that lives a confusing lifestyle.

He's only now starting to come around to the idea of you not being the gender conforming person he always wanted you to be. But you could handle his criticisms and his comments about you. Billy is a sweet and sensitive boy and Vision is a lot tougher on his boys than your father ever was.

“What do you think we should do?” You ask Wanda as you let go of her hands and stand up to wrap your arms around her and pull her body close. Wanda melts in your arms and with her eyes closed she leans her forehead against your shoulder. She breathes you in as your words hit her. Just the simple way you asked the question made her feel more supported than years in her marriage did.

You rub her back as you wait for her answer. Your mind races with solutions but none of them being helpful or worth suggesting. “I don't know,” Wanda finally says. “I guess it's just…” she shakes her head and leans back to look at you. “It's just one of those things that's out of my hands. I can't keep Billy away from his father. And I hardly know what's going on at that house. He's finally convinced them to stop telling me what goes on over there. So, I'm just going to have to be sure that he knows he can be free to be himself here.”

You nod and press your lips to her forehead before leaning your forehead against hers. “He's going to be okay,” you assure her. Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and gives them a light squeeze.

“I hope you're right,” she says with a lump forming in her throat.

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You are sitting with Steve and Bucky in Steve's apartment. You have finally forgiven Steve for not talking to you about his relationship with Peggy and Bucky and Natasha. After starting your private relationship with Wanda, you could understand why he was private with the development in his life.

Steve was going through a lot that he wasn't sure he ever wanted to be public. First, he and Peggy had given up on the relationship. But they were sticking together for appearances but they were miserable around each other. You weren't the best at giving relationship advice and completely missed that Steve wanted out of the relationship whenever he tried to talk to you about it.

Then he met Bucky and felt an attraction that he'd never felt before towards a man. It confused him and while he dealt with those feelings, Peggy could feel him pulling away and eventually she got tired of fooling herself. They were private people as it was so there wasn't a big announcement of their split of any kind. That's where you thought that your friend had been cheating on his partner of several years.

You felt like a shit when you realized that you weren't there for your friends as they navigated new feelings towards one another. But Steve and Bucky assured you that they didn't bring it up to you because of the problems you were facing at the time. And that they preferred to talk about it with each other. Then Darcy caught on and it was easier to come out to her since she didn't make a big deal out of it.

Then you asked about Bucky’s girlfriend because he was also in a relationship with a woman by the time he met Steve. That's when he revealed that they were still figuring that out because Steve also had feelings towards Natasha. But they all felt weird about the “throuple” label. Steve especially wasn't prepared to deal with the backlash of coming out as possibly bi-sexual and then add being possibly polyamorous to that. He was already disowned from the majority of his family for dropping out of the military. He couldn't risk losing the family he had left. So, officially, he is single. But unofficially, he is seeing both Bucky and Natasha. Sometimes separately and sometimes together.

“No way, Nat and Wanda?” You ask as you pop another beer open. You are shocked to hear about the relationship from someone other than Wanda. But you knew she felt some shame over the amount of people she was hooking up with. You try to tell her that it doesn't bother you but she still feels a type of way about the behavior. You hope that when you're finally able to be physically intimate with her that you'll be able to help her see that it wasn't wrong for her to explore her sexuality the way she had.

Bucky nods, “Oh yeah, she told me everything. I couldn't believe it either. I mean, I've only met Wanda less than a handful of times but I never thought she was the type. She broke poor Nat’s heart.”

Your eyes widen, “Really? Wow, I had no idea. I thought they seemed a little weird towards each other at the New Year's Eve party. But honestly, knowing her ex-husband, I thought maybe Nat had been with him and Wanda knew.” You tip the bottle against your lips as you make a mental note to talk to Wanda about Natasha. “It's crazy how much we can miss about each other’s lives if we're not on each other twenty four seven.”

Steve and Bucky share a laugh as they agree and drink their beers. “Yeah, I think Darcy mentioned that Jean was living with you for some time. How was that?” Steve asks, he's never gotten along with Jean and he never bothered to get to know Anna. Although she would try to approach him in conversation at gatherings that you'd host. That's where Peggy would come in and either take over the conversation or come up with an excuse to get him away from her.

You groan at the memory as you nod to confirm. “It was starting to feel like she was never going to leave. It wasn't a fair situation and I was not about to let Anna get the house. If they went through with a divorce. But they seemed to have patched things up and Anna is treating Rachel like she's her daughter again. I don't know. The whole thing has put a bad taste in my mouth but I can't do anything about what they do. I can only do my best to protect Rachel.”

Steve shakes his head and mutters insults about the women to himself. You don't catch half of it and you don't ask him to repeat himself. Bucky shakes his head and scoffs. “I couldn't do it. You're a tough one for putting up with all of that, Y/n,” Bucky commends you as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug, “It's not easy but that's what you agree to when you have kids. When there was a choice, that is.” All three of you shake your heads and take a sip of beer before you continue. “I don't know that I'd recommend it but Rachel is great. She's far from being the problem. Every family has their issues and I guess that's what makes them family.” You sigh deeply as you look at the screen. The three of you were watching some show on a streaming network that had just released its most recent season. Well, more like it's releasing its most recent season weekly. You don't like that they started to do that but it did help bring you and Steve back together because it's a show that the two of you have watched together since it came out. Now you're here every week on the night the latest episode is uploaded. The three of you pay attention to the rest of the episode as you push away the image of Natasha and Wanda out of your mind.

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“I just want to know why you didn't tell me it was Nat that you were seeing last summer,” you ask as you follow Wanda to your bedroom. She wanted to see what it would be like to live with you for the week in your space. It's been a few weeks since that night at Steve's apartment. You haven't brought it up to Wanda until now because you were keeping it out of your mind. Then, somehow, you don't really remember how… it got brought up.

“Because, it's embarrassing! Besides, you don't see me asking about everyone you ever slept with!” Wanda says as she waves her hands around.

“That's because you've already met them all,” you remind her with the same energy she was throwing at you.

“So what, are you calling me a whore now?” She asks with a pointed look.

“What?! How the hell did you get that idea?” You are thrown off by the accusation.

“You're not denying it,” Wanda states defensively.

You shake your head. “No, I'm not calling you a whore because I don't think you're a whore. I just…” you take a moment to think before you speak and make things worse. “You don't have to talk about every hook up. I would just like a heads up whenever I meet them. Or at least if I meet them around you. Like what happened with that one waitress. Did I get upset with you and call you a whore then?” You use your first date as an example because you felt like you handled that pretty well.

Wanda looks away and bites her lips in thought. “No, but how do I know that you weren't thinking it?” She asks as crosses her arms over her chest.

“Because, Wanda, you are supposed to trust me when I tell you that I love you and that I don't judge you. Especially for things you did before we started dating.” You step closer in an attempt to disarm her. You gently place both of your hands on her shoulders and gaze into her big green eyes full of insecurities. “I don't judge you, Wanda. I don't think you're a whore, Wanda. I love you, Wanda.” You move your hands up to cup her cheeks and hold her head in your hands.

Wanda melts to your touch and untangles her arms. She puts her hands on your waist and clutches the fabric of your shirt. Tears spring to her eyes as you maintain your eye contact. Your tone not wavering once. She has no choice but to listen and believe you.

“You better mean that,” she says as her tears start to uncontrollably fall. You pull her close in a tight embrace to hold her while she breaks down. Free to cry in front of you and process her emotions in your arms. You love her and show her as much as you continue to listen and try to understand where she was coming from when she got upset.

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Pietro sits back in his lounge chair as he observes you and Wanda at the grill. It's the end of summer and Wanda thought it would be a good idea to host an end of summer party for the kids. She invited everyone in her inner circle. Agatha and her son Nicholas, Carol and Val, him and his family, and you and your daughter. You and Wanda were chatting quietly to one another while Wanda grilled the meat options. There was something different about the two of you. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Crystalia bounces Emma in her arms as she returns to Pietro's side. “What are you staring at?” She asks her husband as she sits on the chair beside his.

“Do they seem… closer?” He asks his wife. Pietro wasn't typically one to gossip or speculate but he knows he can trust his wife with his thoughts.

Crystalia shakes her head. “Oh no, don't go there again. Come on, it was bad enough you lost money over a stupid bet. Just, leave your sister alone. You know how she can be. Even if there is something to talk about, she's not going to do it if you go badgering her about her personal life.” Then she looks over at you and Wanda and notices the way you're standing close to her in-law. She catches onto the way the two of you smile at each other. How Wanda's eyes flit to your lips and how yours do the same. “Huh, at best they're hooking up,” she says to confirm her husband's suspicions.

Pietro sits up and takes off his sunglasses. “So you see it too?” He looks like he's about to get up and say something to the couple they're spying on. So Crystalia places Emma in Pietro's hands. “Crys, I can't just let this go. Y/n is my friend, yes, but they're also my employee. This… I have to put a stop to this or do something.” He looks down at the little girl in his hands as she giggles and slobbers on herself. He grins at her then gives his wife a pointed look.

“Pietro, Y/n is your employee but Wanda isn't. They're not breaking any rules. Besides, we don't know anything for certain. Just,” she sighs and gets settled into her seat. “Just relax and leave them alone. They're both adults. And it's not like you haven't said before that you would be thrilled if they got together because you like Y/n and think they'd be perfect together. Honestly, if they did get together, it'd probably be your fault to begin with.”

Pietro makes a face at the accusation and Emma giggles as she reaches out to touch her father's face. “What are you talking about?”

Crystalia shrugs, “When Rachel was having problems in school, you suggested that Y/n put her in the same school our nephews attend. And you know how involved that school requires parents to be.”

Pietro shrugs, “It's a really good school. That doesn't mean anything.”

Crystalia doesn't buy it. “Oh yeah? Was it really a coincidence that you started to put together company events right after Wanda and Vision split up? No one invited their siblings to those things unless they work for the company but you were constantly inviting Wanda.”

“She was having a hard time. I thought she could’ve used a reason to get out of the house. She only went to one of those things anyway. And Y/n couldn't even show up to that event,” Pietro defends and his wife scowls.

“You can't remember our anniversary but you can remember that?” Crystalia asks, only to prove her point. Pietro shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “When Wanda needed work to be done on the house, you asked Y/n to help you. I know you keep saying that it's because they're the best worker or whatever, but you literally could've patched up the wall by yourself. And you would've never acted on extending the house without the appropriate permits the way you did.”

Pietro shakes his head as he continues to deny this theory his wife has about him essentially being a puppet master for you and his sister. “Okay, I don't think they're together, you just made me realize how crazy I sounded. Because you sound completely mental.”

“Don't call me mental in front of our daughter,” Crystalia warns.

“I'm sorry, you're right. Mommy isn't mental Emma,” he whispers to his daughter. She pats his face and starts to tug on his facial hair. He chuckles as he looks up at his wife. “But you've got to admit, you're giving me a lot more credit than I'm worth. You really think I'm that thoughtful?” Crystalia can't help but agree with that statement and decides to drop the subject altogether.

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You and Wanda are lounging on her sofa. You are lying vertically on the part of the couch that extends forward. Wanda is lying horizontally along the length of the sofa with her head in your lap. You have your fingers in her hair as you periodically massage her scalp. As the movie begins to lose her attention, she looks up at you and starts to watch you watch the movie. You're zeroed in and completely focused on the plot. She doesn't know how you could find such a movie interesting but she doesn't mind watching you this way instead.

You don't realize that Wanda's focus is on you until you feel something lightly tickling your stomach. You look down and notice that Wanda is trying to lift your shirt up. “What are you doing?” You ask, startling her slightly. She looks up at you with wide eyes from being caught.

“Nothing,” she shrugs as she removes her hand from your shirt and looks up at you.

“You wanted to watch this movie, remember?” You remind her with a teasing tone.

“Yeah, well, I lost interest,” she says as she sits up. She moves so that she's sitting on her knees. Wanda bites her bottom lip as she looks at you. “Besides, we've watched plenty of movies together. I think I'm in the mood for something else.” She says as she inches closer to you. She puts her hand on your chest and you raise your eyebrows at her.

“Do you want to put on some music and dance?” You ask, not wanting to read too much into her touch and actions. But she shakes her head as she maintains eye contact and moves to lock her arms around your neck. “Do you think we're ready for that?” You ask as you catch onto what she's getting at.

“I'm ready,” she says as she kisses your cheek. “Are you?” She says as she crawls onto your lap. You don't have to give her much of a verbal answer because you can feel that burning desire growing in your body. A desire you haven't felt for anyone before. Even the desire you had for Jean when you were a teenager pales in comparison. You kiss Wanda’s lips and place your hands on her hips.

“I'm ready,” you say in a harsh whisper. Wanda giggles as she had already gathered that much. She has her hands on your cheeks to keep you close and pull you in to continue kissing you. As her hands hold you steady, your hands begin to explore her body. Your touch is almost as greedy as a teenager experiencing something like this for the first time. Yes, you've touched her body many times since the two of you have started dating. But not like this. Not without restrictions. You are free to explore her however you want and that notion has you aimless with excitement. You don't know where to start first or where to keep your hands. You have to remind yourself that there is plenty of time to explore every inch of her. If not tonight then another night.

Wanda breaks the kiss and crawls off of your lap and stands up. She looks down at you with a grin. She tips her head towards the stairs. “Come on,” she invites you with her hand out to you.

You shuffle off of the sofa and rise. You take her hand and all her to guide her towards her room to finally cross the line both of you have been painstakingly avoiding until now.

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Chapter 24

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lilydalexf · 1 month ago

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Hi, I’ve had a good check of your fix recommendation list but can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. Do you know of any pre pilot ones?

Here are a bunch of very good pre-X-Files fics set sometime before the Pilot. Enjoy!

Came on Lion by amyhit closer than a girl can get / to trouble if she hasn’t yet / got in it

california winter by skuls @ghostbustermelanieking Fox and Samantha Mulder, brother and sister, disappeared from their homes on November 27, 1973. (A shift in the events of Samantha's abduction leads to a very different outcome.)

A Case of Compromise by Joann Humby It's 1991, Mulder has the X-Files and no partner. Scully is working at Quantico. A Senator's daughter goes missing and Mulder's life gets difficult.

A Change of Cast by Susanne Barringer The unauthorized, uncensored true story of Dana Scully and Jack Willis.

Contingency Plans by bardsmaid 1967. CSM does Teena Mulder a favor. but motives are rarely unselfish.

Dance Card and What Happened After That by Sab The road not taken. / Kept kissing me kept kissing me kept kissing me kept kissing me...

Eleventh Hour by Rachel Anton Some feeling defy the confines of time.

Floreat by LibbyT @libbytxf This is a stand-alone story about Mulder’s first year in Oxford.

For God and Country by ML Family connections are always worth cultivating.

God by Oracle "Why would God allow this to happen? Why do bad things happen to good people? Religion has masqueraded as the paranormal since the dawn of time to justify some of the most horrible acts in history." -- Fox Mulder, 'All Souls'

Gravity Plays Favorites by anythingbutgrey The boyfriend goes quickly and the physics stays. That’s what she likes the most.

Here’s Where the Story Ends by Rebecca Rusnak A random peek at Mulder and Scully's childhoods reveals how it is often the little events that shape us.

Lammtarra by Joann Humby, LuvMulder, and Ruefrex Mulder spirals down into darkness when he begins to believe that an old ISU friend of his, who had apparently committed suicide, was really murdered by a dastardly elusive killer.

mahogany obsidian by eggschiptune For her birthday, Dana Scully meets with her sister for coffee, and they speak about the curious new assignment she's been given.

Moongate by Kel and Michelle Kiefer Bermuda, 1965. Two women, two men. Two sons, one father.

Oklahoma by Amperage and Livingoo (gooligan) It's 1987 and the Oklahoma cops have an unsolvable case. Fox Mulder, golden boy of the VCU, is called in to stop the murders of children across the state. What he finds takes him places he never wanted to go and forces him to make the pivotal choice of his life.

Out of the Shadows by Joann Humby It's 1991 and Mulder is working for Behavioral but is about to get caught up in a string of cases that make him think it's time to leave. Scully is working at Quantico.

Past Imperfect by Joann Humby The FBI wants Mulder to find out what went wrong with Bill Patterson, Bill is keen to talk, but why? Mulder and Scully consider the people who walk into the abyss and the people who they drag down with them.

renegade by skuls @ghostbustermelanieking Why Diana Fowley went over to the other side.

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Plausible Deniability The beginning of an affair, before CSM became a black-lunged bastard and Mrs. Mulder repressed it all. [This fic begins a series that continues with Somebody’s Fool, You Don’t Know Me, It’s All in the Game, and When I Fall in Love.]

While You Were Sleeping by Skinfull Mulder falls for an intoxicating red head he spots in the park, then saves her life but not before she is injured and put into a coma, then he meets her sister! Den den dehhhhhh!

#fic rec #roundup #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #pre-xf #asks #anon

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darkspellmaster · 7 months ago

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I have a couple questions if you don’t mind?

1. Why do you ship Lizzy n ciel?/gen. I personally don’t ship them since they’re cousins and it could be considered a proship based on that-

2. Do you believe in the r!ciel is the mastermind theory?/gen

As interesting as it is, I don’t personally believe in it. But I’d love to hear your thoughts!!

I'm gonna answer two first because I thought a lot about it.

2. I think R!Ciel is and isn't the mastermind. What I mean is that I think he was part of the reason for the death of Vincent and Rachel, and why it happened, but he's also the victim of his own hubris and his actions as a child.

I honestly believe that R!Ciel has some sort of brother complex with O!Ciel. Every line he says regarding O!Ciel has an undercurrent of something being not okay with him allowing his brother space to be his own person. He's codependent in a lot off ways. When O!Ciel said he should play with Lizzie, R!Ciel basically told him he'd rather stay in and play with him. The going to the lake, it was clear that R!Ciel wanted to stay home too and felt sad when told to go with the family to have fun. He goes out of his way to get him stuff to help his cough (though that could also be him trying to make O!Ciel sick, but I doubt that), and we've seen that he insists on taking pictures and doesn't like it when O!Ciel leaves his side. The two biggest ones though is the Chapter where Dee is making food with R!Ciel and Vincent and when Vincent mentions Weston and having house brothers, R!Ciel gets this look in his eyes that is just blackness as he says that he doesn't want fake brothers. Then there was his whole freak out when O!Ciel told him he wanted to be a toy shop owner in London and insisted that he was going to do it too. My honest to god guess is that R!Ciel was convinced somehow, probably at a party, that the best thing to do was get rid of his father so that he could be Earl and order O!Ciel to stay with him. As he told O!Ciel even if he has Lizzie there he would rather be with him. Because Sebastian, the dog, was tied up, I think it would have had to have been R!Ciel, or someone the dog trusted and clearly he was locked up so he wouldn't be hurt. This is where I think R!Ciel comes in for being the Mastermind. My guess is that after his talk with Rachel, he realized that the only way to get what he wanted was to get his father out of the picture. He probably didn't want his mother to die, but she seems to have gotten in the way of the attack. I don't think he killed the dog either. What I think is that our main big bad came up with a way to kidnap Vincent, or told R!Ciel that was the plan, or at the very least intended to harm Vincent. The deal probably was that the person would make sure he and his brother would be together forever. So R!Ciel agreed, let the persons in, after locking up the dog, and probably attacked Tanaka when Tanaka caught him and realized what was going on. The person I think behind all of this is Viscount Druitt. He's in every important arc, either in person, a part of it, or mentioned. In the Red butler arc he was a suspect, in Curry arc he's a judge, in the Campania arc he's part of the Aurora society and tries to become an emperor. In Weston he's the way that Derrek Arden is alive. In the Green Witch he's show to be a Prefect and went to school with Vincent, Dee and the mysterious Violet House Prefect. (By the way Yana tends to like to hide things behind word balloons I've noticed or covering the eyes). We haven't seen him in the Blue Revenge or Blue Memory arc yet, but he'll likely show up at some point. So my money is on him manipulating everything from behind the scenes for some reason. 1. There's a lot of reasons I ship Lizzie and Ciel. The main one being I actually like how their personalities click. Ciel respects and cares about Lizzie. He's amazed by her and probably was a bit jealous of his twin due to their relationship, though he never seemed to show it. We know Ciel can get upset and jealous when it comes to Lizzie as he broke a damn vase when he couldn't draw her into the show. He's gone back for her and protected her a number of times: The bear, and the boat are the top two in the manga. Plus standing up for her at other points too.

Not only that but he also helped her to come out of her shell after the Campania and be her strong self as well. He lets her hug him and Sebastian pointed out that he only sleeps well when she's around.

Lizzie has shown protection for him too. In the Campania, rooting for him during the cricket match. And in the Demon Six issue she fought with Charles Grey to stop him from going after Ciel. So we know that she cares deeply about him. She brings out the best in O!Ciel and in turn he brings out the best in her.

Another reason I'm okay with the shipping is that traditionally in nobility it was common place to marry your first cousin. Queen Victoria and her husband Albert were first cousins. Several members of the royal family have married distant cousins over the years, even the late Queen Elizabeth and her husband prince Phillip were cousins. So that isn't something that bothers me. The way I see it it's following the tradition and it makes sense for the siblings to have Lizzie be with R!Ciel since the boy doesn't seem to be able to defend himself very well . And it would make sense for Lizzie to protect O!Ciel from others due to his illness. She nearly beat Sebastian until he had to go harder on her and she held up to one of his punches well enough that she was able to speak before passing out. The Girl broke glass with her sword going through it! I think she'd be a good defender to him. Lastly, I sort of see the pairing as maybe yana's way of doing the snow Queen. In a side chapter we've already seen Lizzie as Gerta, who is looking for her best friend Kai, who was taken by the snow Queen. Kai in this case, is Ciel, and the Queen is Sebastian. If you know anything about the story then you know that part of the tale is about two friends growing up to be adults through various adventures to find one another. Or Gerta to find Kai. Also Ciel has the mark on his right eye, the same place the Queen put an ice shard in Kai's eye to make him follow her. There's also the fact that Sebastian calls her the child of the sun, and one of the aspects about her is that Lizzie melts Ciel. So that's another reason why I ship them. As for the pro vs anti shipping thing, I tend to stay out of it. I'm not a fan of Ciel x Sebastian because he's a demon that wants to eat him, and it's strange to pair them up. But I'm not going to dictate to anyone who they can and can't ship. I'm very old school in the ship and let ship mindset. If I'm not a fan of the pairing I just move on, unless the story is just that good and then I'll skip over the pairing I don't like. Simple as that. I have nothing against people that don't like the Lizzie x Ciel pairing, just as I hope others don't have issue with my liking of it. Hope that answers your questions.

#kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #black butler #asked and answered #cielizzy #ciel x lizzy #cielizzie #ciel x lizzie #r!ciel #R!Ciel mastermind theory #mastermind theory

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 months ago

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Was This Vacation a Mistake? ~Crazy Rich Asians( Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 4

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: Finally back home, you resume your life as a professor but find yourself still thinking about Astrid and the events of the vacation. Lucky for you, someone comes to spare you of any grief you still had.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List(I added folks were commented and enjoyed) : @madeleinecamilanightwood16, @ladydragonpurplefire,

Author's Note: Here's part 4 guys. Sorry this has taken so long. I'm going to try and end this fic this year within the next three chapters. Thank you for reading as always. And if you wanna be added or removed from tag List, let me know.

Classes finally started back, normalcy followed and that was all I could hope for. Everything that happened in Singapore is still there, how can I even try to forget it that fast? Rachel promised to speak about it whenever yet she had her own issues to deal with.

Apparently, she called it off with Nick after the debacle in his homeland; the entire situation has had me torn. I'm sure they'll talk it out, or take a long enough break to figure something out. Or maybe it was my fault, I shouldn't have even gone on the trip in the first place and Rachel would have been engaged right now. Nick's family would love her and not turning up their nose at me, her random Black friend.

I know, I shouldn't think like that. Rachel will nag me about it if she saw me here in my office frowning down at a student's paper. My red pink has marked it enough, perhaps a break is in order.

A soft knock rapped at my door. A student perhaps, Rachel would have texted or called if she needed something.

"Come in," I said, eyes still steady on the page.

A clack of heels and the clack of the door shut follows.

"What can I help you with?"

My pulse quickened at who's in my office now. From the heels I suspected an international student and their fancy abundance but here Astrid was dressed in a low cut white top, black blazer and high rise jeans. Her hair was pulled up and her shades sat on her head.

"I had to see you," she said, smiling softly. "How have you been, darling?"

I stood up, put away the paper I was grading and rushed toward her.

Astrid met me halfway, embracing me gently like I was made of glass, like she did when she first hugged me at her house a few weeks prior. It got firmer once she caressed my back, resting her chin down on my shoulder.

"Everything OK?" she whispered. "Nick's been worried."

"No, he shouldn't be," you groaned. "He should focus on himself, did he send you all the way here? W-What about Cassian?"

Astrid frowned. "Did I come at the wrong time? Cassian has the best nannies looking after him, and I wasn't going to be here long. Was my coming here not what you expected, wanted even?"

I caught the twinge of sadden edging in her voice.

"Y-Yeah, it's unexpected but it's not that I wouldn't want it," I tried explaining through burning cheeks. "You being here is great. I think it'll help."

Astrid stepped back, studying me and my office around us. Everywhere her eyes swept caught me with enough self consciousness to scold myself to clean a bit more around here, take some books back to my apartment sometime during another holiday.

"Your office is quaint, reminds me of you," Astrid said, stepping over to a stack of books I had on the cover of my desk that's stuffed with loose papers. "I bet you've read these dozens of times over, dissected them to bits for classes, yeah?"

I just nodded as our eyes met again.

"Yeah, mostly during undergrad and downtime between semesters now," I said. "I usually just read what the board signs off for my classes and short stories for my kids to tear into during discussions. Rachel and I had a little book club during our mfa time here ages ago."

Astrid chuckled. "Ages?"

"Seven years, give or take, ages to me considering where we are now."

"And where are you both right now, y/n?" Astrid said, crossing her arms.

"We're fine," I said a little too quickly. "Rachel just needs her time, and I-I don't want to mess up things more."

"She'd like to know how you're doing."

"Why? Did she beg you to come here?"

"Of course not. Y/N, are you truly all right?"

I bit my lip; that's a simple but loaded question. Astrid's concentration on me wasn't helping with me being entirely truthful either.

"Not really, no," I admitted.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Astrid said. "Do you have plans or classes for the rest of the day?"

"Well, I have another half hour of office hours."

"Have they really be in and out of here as of late, dear?"

Astrid stepped back over to the door, peeking from under my blinds for some sort of added measure.

"Ok, I guess my office hours are over today," I said, returning to my desk to push the paper I was grading back into my folder. "The rest of my schedule is clear. Did you have something in mind, Astrid?"

"Let me get your mind off of things, let me take you out?"

My face flushed at her words; she doesn't mean what I think she means, right?

"A-Are you asking me out, Astrid?"

"I don't know, if I say yes will that convince you?"

....

Is this a date or not? I didn't ask, yet the feelings were still there--deep in my stomach, my hands barely worked once we got to the restaurant--a chain not too far from campus.

Astrid even pulled the chair out for me, an act of common courtesy right? Rachel's not here and I can still detect her incredulous stare, hopelessly shaking her head--she'd believe it to be more. Should I text her? No, she needs space, I need to focus on this myself.

"Have you decided?" Astrid said, peeking over her menu. "Or do you need more time?"

"No, I'll have the grilled chicken club sandwich with a side of Mac and cheese."

Astrid nodded. "Great, I'll have the salmon and potatoes."

The waitress returned, took our menus and orders, and deposited our drinks at our sides.

Alone now, our eyes keep meeting and I need to try and not make it as awkward as it already is.

"So, do you usually do chain restaurants when you visit the states? Do you visit the states often?"

"Sometimes I visit when Nick is here and he's with Rachel," Astrid explained. "Not often but they have character to them. Not a lot of them have good options but their fries are a guilty pleasure of mine."

I giggled. "Really? Why didn't you order any?"

Astrid shrugged. "I wanted to try something different. Do you prefer chain restaurants? Or do you like something more lower scale? Higher scale, maybe?"

Her eyes swept to me once she said higher scale, smiling to spread the beauty mark on her face magnificently.

"Oh, I'm much more lower scale," I chuckled. "Still a struggling college student at heart but I'm not cheap as I used to be--I'm not cheap at all but--"

"Darling, I get it," Astrid said, laying a hand over my own. "Although, I hope I can give you a taste of that higher scale."

I wanted to draw back, not voluntarily but a knee jerk reaction; she's saying those things again and it's making me feel amazing. I know she means them but I'm not sure why I feel like she doesn't. Astrid's not like those ignorant people back in Singapore, not like the family who ridiculed you and Rachel. I don't even know if she likes women in that way, perhaps she is and I'm overthinking all of it. Maybe I should have contacted Rachel.

"Y/N? Are you all right?"

I decided to be honest and said, "No, not really. But I don't want it to ruin the night, or our time. We don't have to discuss it anymore, at least not right now."

Astrid started for a moment, thinking before nodding. "Of course, darling."

The waitress soon returned with our food, placing it in front of us before retreating to another table swiftly. My sandwich looked fine, Mac and cheese too but the taste wasn't terrible--not good, mediocre, nothing on Kraft or even what they fed us during grade school.

Astrid must have noticed my displeasure, frowning behind her bite of salmon. "Do you not like it?"

"It's not that good, but I'll manage."

"Do you want to replace it? I can tell the waitress."

I flushed, inching into my seat subconsciously, holding my fork tight. "Astrid, it's all right. I can just eat it."

"Why? I want this to be a great experience with amazing food," Astrid explained. "You deserve it, so why can't you let me do this for you?"

Do I really deserve it? I have been feeling shitty since the vacation in Singapore, since Rachel and Nick's supposed split and since--since I couldn't get over being singled out for something I can't control and shouldn't feel ashamed of being: Black. Black American for that matter.

And here Astrid is being so caring and genuine, willing to spend time and money on me; she does feel more for me more than Rachel or Nick's friend--I'm not entirely sure if it's romantic but there's something more here. I hope I'm not reading this wrong.

"Y/N? Whatever you decide, I'll do it for you," Astrid declared.

"Sure, you can order us some fries. Is it all right if we share?"

Astrid smiled; I could have sworn I saw a hint of red peak through her face.

. . .

After some amazing fries and some superb ice cream (thanks to some convincing from Astrid, flashing another smile and heavy eye contact).

She's even more convincing when we're sharing an Uber, laughing lowly at a joke I told. It wasn't that funny, well at least when Rachel's heard it but she's heard it a thousand times; something minuscule about an old job I had, something dry, something existential. Astrid's laugh though, how close she is and the contact--arms brushing mine due to how smaller the car is or for the fact that she's nudging me--or how she pays attention. I can't look at her without smiling which leads to more of the attention.

"You have a wonderful smile, has anyone ever told you that?" Astrid admitted. We finally got back to my apartment, still talking.

I invited her in without thinking, holding her hand so she doesn't trip over the hitch in the last step going up my floor.

"I think my mom told me before? Lots of times, maybe an ex boyfriend, maybe?"

Astrid scoffed, nudging me gently with her elbow. "I'm serious. Every time I see you, there's something new. Something that amazes me."

I pushed the door open, locking it fast as we both rush inside.

"Are you sure you're serious," I said, leaning against the door. My heart is pumping fast, hyper-like all in my ears. "What's with these things you've been saying?"

Astrid tilted her head. "Y/N."

"You have a child! You divorced someone--you're loaded and gorgeous, and I-I'm--"

"You're a beautiful woman I'm having a great time with," Astrid said, finishing my sentence before the words could come out. "Is my being a divorcee an issue?"

She asked the question with an air of humor and walked away from me, finally giving me a chance to breathe from her intoxication. At my bookcase by the wall that sat ways from the threshold to the kitchen, Astrid's attention swept over it, placing a finger up to the spines of the concealed books.

"No, of course not. I-I that's not an issue. Astrid, I-I-"

Everything's hot, burning, my face especially and I can't speak anymore.

"Darling," Astrid's in my presence again, worried.

"Is it OK if we talk more? If I can ask you more things?"

She nodded and I led her to my tiny sofa across from the bookcase, plopping down on it together; our eyes met yet again.

"Ask me anything, darling," she said. "Anything."

"Well, being divorced doesn't matter," I explained. "I just wanted to ask if you, um."

Sexuality is her business, anyone's personal business that they can choose to tell or keep to themselves. Yet she's here asking me and granting me the chance to get to know her better; I can show her a piece of me that I've only shown to the people closest to me.

"Tonight you were very touchy, encouraging and just overall flirty tonight and I--"

Astrid took my hand, slid so close that our thighs now touched. "And?"

It's obvious. So obvious or I'm just idiotic; Rachel would slap me over the head if she could.

"I-I'm bisexual, my liking includes guys, women, gender nonconforming people and everyone in between and around that umbrella," I explained. My hands couldn't stay still, Astrid saw, tightening her grip and rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "And I-I'm into you Astrid--it seems like you're into me so, do you like women too or not?"

Astrid giggled. "Darling, I've been flirting with you since Nick and Rachel brought you home. I can tell this is a deep issue to you, so yes. I've married a man before, had boyfriends but I fancy women too. Dated a few in university but--that's not important right now. Y/N I'm mad about you too."

I'm giggling now too. It's an organic head-high, almost doubled over with stomach cramping and mouth hurting. Astrid followed in, hands high now: at my arms then shoulders and to my face; I wonder if she can feel the heat radiating from it and noticed how my laughter stopped.

It just happened. I didn't speak, neither did Astrid. Our lips met.

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Zero Day headcanons

These are really stupid and scattered!!!

Andre

He HATES changing his clothes. Or even just talking off/adding a layer. He sleeps FULLY clothed and in whatever he was wearing during the day, even if it’s a suit or something.

He was a huge Alanis Morissette and Fiona Apple fan but this was a secret he took to his grave because he thought it was embarrassingly girly.

He loved bullshit long songs. He put The End by The Doors on every mix CD he and Cal made together and insisted it should count as one song even though it’s 12 minutes long.

Had very few family members in his age group and felt super outcast cuz of it.

Went for a run every day and would usually eat a weird combination of foods after. Like pregnancy cravings level weird. Wouldn’t eat at any other point in the day without being reminded because he would just forget.

Was huge on the Battle of Britpop when he first got a computer. Went in the SHITTIEST forums ever.

Very poor hand-eye coordination (especially when he was young) and gets very easily frustrated when he can’t do something because of it.

When he was too upset to pay attention in class, he would write out his feelings in his notebook, but he would do it in German so no one could read them.

Cal

Always wakes up late if he doesn’t have an alarm

Considered going through Zero Day on his own on several occasions for the spontaneity of it. Couldn’t because he didn’t have access to guns without Andre.

Went through a very bad depression during junior year. As soon as his parents started to be concerned about it, he seemed to be okay again (because he and Andre started planning Zero Day).

Had a large collection of knives which he had to hide from his parents because they didn’t approve. Kept out only a few of them which had been given to him but were very dull.

Was a huge comic book fan as a kid, gave the collection to his brother.

Wrote a lot of songs which he would play in his room but never show anyone.

Rachel

Her favorite book is always whichever one she read last

Loves fruit flavored mentos

Stayed home on Zero Day because she was hungover. Everyone assumed Cal had told her the plan and that was the real reason she stayed home. Some went as far as to say she probably helped them make the plan, but she never got seriously considered by the cops.

Summer camp counselor

Was originally planning to go to college for English but pivoted to social work in hopes of being able to help people like Cal.

Family

Cal’s brother sometimes considered shooting up the school as he grew up because everyone compared him to Cal anyway. He never actually did it, but he often thought he might as well. When he told his parents this, they moved to a new town where less people realized who they were.

Andre’s brother was already a teenager when he was born and had multiple kids by the time he’d finished elementary school. He blamed himself for Zero Day because he was so distant and living his own life.

Andre’s parents invited Cal’s to a family reunion about five years after Zero Day happened but Cal’s parents threw away the invite as soon as they even saw the name Kriegman on it.

Interactions

Andre’s parents trusted him to be home alone, so sometimes they would leave town for a week or so. He would have Cal stay over for some of it and they would pretend the house was only theirs and do stupid domestic shit. Cal was banned from cooking because he couldn’t even make toast without burning it.

Andre and Rachel went to Hebrew school together for a few months after Andre moved to town. He was CONVINCED Rachel hated him and would tell her off even though she wasn’t even doing anything.

Andre’s family would bring Cal on trips with them because they went on much more vacations than Cal’s family ever had. They were planning a tour of Europe as a graduation gift, but Cal and Andre never actually thought about it because of Zero Day.

Cal tried to teach Andre guitar but gave up when Andre got so frustrated, he threw the guitar hard enough to break it. He bought him a new one within days but wasn’t allowed to touch it after.

Cal and Rachel fake dated in middle school to try to get people to stop teasing Cal for being gay. It didn’t work.

These were really fun to write so feel free to give me requests for more!!!

#zero day #zero day headcanons #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #rachel lurie

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10/15-17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins/Kinga, Rhys Darby: The Cryptid Factor; Darby Family Foster Kittens; Taika Waititi; Joel Fry; Samba Schutte; Alex Sherman; Ruibo Qian; Matt Maher; Anapela Polataivao; Cohen Holloway; Guz Khan; Rachel House; Damien Gerard; Momentus Reminders: Drag Your King, Oodles of Revenge; Death by Cheese; Signed Samba Photo; Articles; OFMD Rewind w/ Adopt Our Crew; Bluesky Migration; Crew Spotlight: Never Left Podcast, Citizen Dame Podcast; Love Notes

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= David Jenkins / Kinga =

David and Kinga are out in the Cat Skill Mountains! Parenthood on the way! They look happy <3

Source: Kinga's Instagram

= Rhys Darby =

More daily doodles from Rhys on his free substack!

Source: Rhys' Substack

= The Cryptid Factor =

The 100th Episode of The Cryptid Factor is now available on Patreon!

In honor of the 100th episode -- there's new merch on The Cryptid Factor Website as well!

Halina, (Buttons daughter) also upgraded things and even added a Cryptid Museum section! And if that wasn't enough, Dan decided to drunk dial Buttons and Halina, in celebration of the 100th episode release! Shenanigans ensued-- including a guest appearance from Rosie! (Rhys was jet lagged and asleep so he wasn't able to join).

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= Darby Family =

James and Kippy are still available for adoption! ! Hand raised by the Darby's and being fostered for @kittenrescuela! If I could easily get to CA to adopt them, I'd do it! But if you're nearby, please consider adopting these two adorable babies! Rosie says you can "Go to the Kitten Rescue website and search James and Kippy to fill in an application."

Source: Rosie's Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

You can see a clip from the George FM Breakfast interview tih Taika below!

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Source: George FM Breakfast Oh, and Just Taika and Rita being goofy.

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Source: RitaOra Poland - OG Source: Rita's Tiktok

= Joel Fry =

Our Fabulouos Frenchie, Joel Fry, and the Doctor, Jodie Whittaker are staring in The Dutchess of Malfi! Playing in the Trafalgar Theatre in London! It's playing until Dec 20th if you're in town! To learn more, check on this Review / and Instagram!

Source: Dutchess Play Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba is joining the voice cast for Nickelodeon's Monster High!

Source: Samba's Instagram

Samba's joining Netflix's Jurassice World: Chaos Theory as Ousmane!

Source: Samba's Instagram

= Alex Sherman =

Our crewmate @smudgeandfrank;s kitty stickers are in, and she offered some up to our guardian angel Alex Sherman and he's all too excited for the little kitties! You can check out her stickers here!

Source: Alex Sherman's Twitter

= Ruibo Qian =

Wise and Kind words from our Pirate Queen Ruibo. "pleasure is an act of rebellion. happy full moon. 🌝♾️✨❤️"

Source: Ruibo's Instagram

= Matt Maher =

Our favorite Pete was featured in a screenrant article recently for his role in American Horror Stories Season 4!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

= Anapela Polataviao =

Our dear Auntie was out in Seoul!

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= Guz Khan =

Guz running into friends <3

Source: Salman's Instagram

= Rachel House =

Rachel's Directoral film The Mountain (Te Maunga) was nominated for a 2024 Asia Pacific Screen Award for Best Youth Film!

Source: APSA Instagram

= Cohen Holloway =

Pop-pop's latest show-- Dark City: The Cleaner is available now on Neon in Aotearoa!

Source: Neon_NZ Instagram

= Damien Gerard =

Our father Teach, Damien Gerard became a US Citizen this year, and he's already out doing his civic duty! He also shared some of his cat babies which are still so darn cute.

Source: Damien's Twitter

== Momentus Events Reminders ==

= Drag Your King =

Drag Your King with Vico is this Saturday the 19th! You can still sign up! EVENT DATE: OCTOBER 19 EVENT TIME: 10AM PT/1PM ET EVENT LOCATION: ONLINE Get tickets here!

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= Oodles of Revenge =

You can still get the Oodles of Revenge merch on Momentus as well!

Source: Vico's Instagram

= Death By Cheese =

You can also still sign up for Death by Cheese with Samba! EVENT DATE: NOVEMBER 9 EVENT TIME: 10AM PT/1PM ET EVENT LOCATION: ONLINE

= Signed Photo! =

You can also get a hand signed photograph of Roach on the Momentus website!

Source: Stands

== Articles ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== OFMD Rewind ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew were back today the 17th with episodes 6 and 7 of S2! If you have access to twitter, please visit Adopt Our Crew's Twitter! If not, and you'd like to still read through their thread, you can check it out here!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Bluesky Migration ==

After the latest privacy change announcements on twitter, a lot of folks are either completely or partially migrating to the bluesky app! Are yall on there? I'd love to follow you! Recaps: ofmdrecaps.bsky.social Personal: aspirantabby.bsky.social

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

New episode of Never Left! This time discussing Wee John! Choose your favorite listening platform on their linktr.ee!

Source: Never Left Podcast Twitter

= Citizen Dame =

If you're a Patreon subscriber of Citizen Dame, there's a new episode covering OFMD S2.2 Red Flags!

Source: Citizen Dame Podcast Patreon

== Love Notes ==

Tonight's love notes were recently share by our dear Pirate Queen Ruibo. It really helped me get through the last couple days so I wanted to share it. I hope you all are staying safe and being kind to yourselves.

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 30

2018

have you met my family [david/patrick, T, 3,374] by TheSuperDandy

‘David knew exactly how attractive he was – it was his personality that was forever letting him down. But Patrick…Patrick honestly seemed to have no idea how that spoon in his mouth felt like sex to David, how the bright arc of his smile cut the world open. Or had it cut David open? Either way, it made David feel painfully awake. Patrick continued to watch David, and the quality of his smile changed. Okay, so maybe he knew.’ David and Patrick eat a lot of ice cream.

2019

Take my Heart, Make it Strong [david/patrick, G, 5,354] by @erandi

“Have a seat, we need to talk.” His dad gestures to the empty seat in front of him and David sits. He knows exactly what this talk is going to be about, his dad only uses that tone of voice for one thing. It just so happens to be the one topic that David would rather eat glass than discuss- which is saying a lot really, considering some of the things he’s done- but he knows from experience that it’s easier to just let his dad say what he wants to say. “Son, your thirty-fifth birthday is coming up in a couple of months, and we all know the timeline that we’re working with.” “Yeah, yeah. Twenty years to break the curse otherwise we’re stuck like this forever.” or The Rose family is cursed and the only way to break it is to find David's True Love.

Three is a good number, maybe [david/patrick/ted, G, 413] by AmyriadfthINGs

Ted likes Patrick.

2020

And if you're fallin' down [david/patrick, T, 456] by @spiffymittens

When David's looking at Instagram, he can't stop messing with his lips. It kind of makes Patrick walk right into walls. A little ficlet for the Jukebox prompt: "the first time Patrick sat in David's lap" Title from Noah Reid's new song "Got You", which is a total jam.

And the moon will keep my secrets [david/patrick, T, 2,837] by @petrodobreva

David just came back from visiting Alexis in New York. It didn't go well. Patrick is worried about it.

Can we always be this close [david/patrick, T, 590] by @kiwiana-writes

And suddenly, suddenly he understands what David has been trying to tell him for weeks, about letting go of expectations and doing what makes you feel right. Or, the first time Patrick sat on David’s lap.

Off-Book [david/patrick, T, 614] by bigficenergy

Patrick is up late running lines, and David just wants him to come to bed.

Take Me Out [david/patrick, G, 1,719] by @roberttchase

Ronnie’s halfway to first base and almost falls as she stops herself to look at him, the whole field and bleachers suddenly deathly quiet. Shit. Of course it’s Brewer who gets hurt. Of course it's her fault. She might not be his biggest fan, but she would never intentionally hurt him.

The Hackathon [ronnie/the florist, T, 3,184] by another_Hero

"Come on, baby," Dulce said over ice cream, "I want to see your town!" wherein Ronnie invites the florist to a fundraiser for the Schitt's Creek curling team uniforms.

This is Nice [david/patrick, G, 627] by @delilah-mcmuffin

David has climbed into Patrick's lap countless times. It’s his safe space, completely enveloped in the arms of his person. Sure, sometimes David feels a little ridiculous, like Gulliver curling up in the lap of a Lilliputian. But Patrick doesn’t seem to mind, so neither does David.

2021

Bells Falls [david/patrick, E, 16,482] by @picassofoxpeachy

Patrick has just broken off his engagement with Rachel and moved to Schitt's Creek. They were great as friends but any time their relationship progressed, instead of becoming closer they grew further apart.Thankfully, he came across an ad looking for a part-time mechanic at Bob's Garage. It had been so long since he had to opportunity to work on cars. He found himself actually excited about the chance to do something different, if even for a short time.Patrick figured he'd be able to do a couple months in Schitt's Creek, get himself sorted out and move on.But that was before he towed a car belonging to one David Rose, a man who caused Patrick to reassess what it is that he actually wants. NOTE- as of the conclusion, I did some editing that I couldn’t before. It’s great what avoiding something for over 2 months will do! I hope it reads a little bit better now though.

Everything You Need [david/patrick, E, 3,271] by @blackandwhiteandrose

“You’re killin’ me here…” David mumbled, leaning in just enough to nuzzle at Patrick’s jaw. Patrick chuckled, “Almost there. You can wait a little longer.” “No, I can’t,” David insisted. “Oh, I think you can.” -OR- Back in their hotel room after attending a black tie wedding, Patrick takes charge.

finally finally finally finally finally [david/patrick, G, 100] by @seadeepy

David gives some advice to Ted that might also apply to himself.

Grape wine [david/patrick, G, 1,125] by @picassofoxpeachy

David and Patrick are at a small business convention together. David tries a wine that’s amazing, but turns out to be from Herb Ertlingers winery. He has to make a decision about whether to start selling Herb Ertlingers win in Rose Apothecary or not.

It Won't Let Go [david/patrick, M, 12,619, CW: domestic abuse] by @fand0mfancies

Patrick kept going back to Rachel for 15 years. Why? And will he go back again?

save it from the funny tricks of time [david & moira, G, 1,114] by @hullomoon

While David helps her pack up her wigs, Moira reflects on their relationship.

Suddenly you're mine [david/patrick, E, 1,774] by @rmd-writes

Patrick doesn’t give him an answer and instead starts playing the piano, the song sounds familiar but David can’t place it until he hears Patrick singing quietly. “I never understood before, I never knew what love was for, My heart was broke my head was sore, What a feeling …” “Patrick,” his voice is just a whisper. Patrick looks at him, smiling as he continues to sing, his eyes both loud and soft, and fond. *** David and Patrick steal a moment after their wedding ceremony; and Patrick surprises David with an unknown skill.

what right feels like [david/patrick, g, poem] by elifisher96

I kissed a boy. to be moreprecise, he kissed me but does thathonestly make a difference?

2022

Getting What You Want [david/patrick, E, 2,393] by obsessedwithdavrick

It took Patrick a while to admit how much he loved cum. Now that he has, he is leaning in. David helps. And so do a few others.

Losing Control [david/patrick, E, 8,515] by @a-noble-dragon

David and Patrick have a little competition going to see which of them comes first. Who will win? Round 1- The first one to lose control and come loses. Featuring masturbation and dirty talk. Round 2- No talking! That means you, David. Round 3- Finger sucking. Round 4- Phone sex. Round 5- Overstimulation.

The Rush Before We Touch [david/patrick, E, 1,085] by @alienajackson

David is horny. Patrick (eventually) helps.

2023

[Art] "I know why you came here" [david/patrick, M, fanart] by @lizzie-bennetdarcy

David visits Patrick's glassblowing studio and receives a very warm welcome. Inspired by Molten Glass Hearts by Januarium

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2024 2018: 1 fic/3,374 words 2019: 2 fics/5,767 words 2020: 7 fics/10,027 words 2021: 8 fanworks (7 fics, 1 poem)/36,693 words 2022: 3 fics/11,993 words 2023: 1 fanart Total: 22 fanworks (20 fics, 1 fanart, 1 poem)/67,896 words

#on this day in sc #sc fanfic #sc fanart #sc fanworks #schitt's creek #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #patrick x david #alexis rose #stevie budd #moira rose #ronnie lee #ted mullens

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