#next time someone asks me why I use my cane I NEED to just give them a silent weird look

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Doctors/nurses SUCK that’s all I can say 😤

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POANG Pals Secret Santa 2024 Fic Recs

For my Secret Santa, @unremarkablehouse who loves lighthearted and comfort MSR set during the original run. I have combed through my secret Ao3 bookmarks to give you a fic rec list for the next year. 52 in total, one for each week. They don't all fit the brief exactly, there are touches of angst and UST and more than a few go beyond Requiem. But they are all wonderful stories that I hope very much that you will enjoy. With thanks to @lilydalexf , whose format for fic recs I have used as the gold standard.

For @unremarkablehouse , a fic about life in your namesake.

Title: Home, Home

Author: onpaperfirst @onpaperfirst

Summary: post-the truth, pre-iwtb, weirdo domesticity

where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day

Length: 4,699

Classification: MSR

Rating: Not Rated

Spoilers: post original run

Favorite line: He came back with a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, a red and green tree stand in a box, and some candy canes. There were eleven in the package and one in his mouth.

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Leading Conversations

An oldie but goodie that isn’t on Ao3. Does what it says on the tin!

Title: Chess

Author: Cecily_Sass @cecilysass

Summary: Friday night. Mulder and Scully play chess.

Length: 4,300 ish 

Classification: UST, MSR

Rating: T

Spoilers:

Favorite line: "Scully," he said. "Are we lovers?"

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A conversation about hypotheticals evolves. Very lovely getting on the same page fic.

Title: A Perfect Storm

Author: ChaneenW

Summary: Inspired by their undercover assignment as a married couple, Mulder tries to find out what Scully wants in a husband.

Length: 3,000

Classification: MSR 

Rating: T

Spoilers: Arcadia

Favorite line: “I did think of that, Scully, but she doesn’t seem to like my kindergarten antics much, either—hypothetically speaking, of course.”

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A great fic from Thursday that sees them talking their way towards each other.

Title: in conclusion

Author: thursdayinspace @thursdayinspace

Summary: “What were you thinking about?” she asks

He lets out a small laugh. “I was thinking about…you know. Human connections. What they are and how we define them. And why we need to put them into neat little categories that we specifically make up for them. Don’t you ever just wonder what makes relationships – any kinds of relationships – what they are?”

It's the middle of the night in a freezing cold motel room and they both haven't slept. The best time and place to figure out how relationships work -- theirs in particular.

Length: 3,370

Classification: MSR

Rating: T

Spoilers:

Favorite line: “You want to have an ontological discussion about romantic relationships at almost 1 a.m. in a freezing cold motel room after we both haven’t slept for a week?”

“Yes.”

"Any chance I can talk you out of it?"

"How long have we known each other?"

"I withdraw the question." She lets out a long breath.

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A much more recent conversation from Cecily, talking themselves into getting there.

Title: Negotiation 

Author: cecily_sass @cecilysass

Summary: “You know, I hear they’re more than just partners,” Mulder offers in a conversational tone.

“Who?”

“Gillis and Perez,” Mulder says, cracking open a sunflower seed, gesturing out the front windshield. “That’s the water cooler gossip, anyway.”

Surprising conversation waiting in a car.

Length: 1,894

Classification: MSR

Rating: NR

Spoilers:

Favorite line: She lifts her head, and there are indeed tears pooling in the corners of her clear blue eyes. “Don’t you know me at all? Haven’t you been paying any attention?”

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Really lovely fic imagining that Scully’s reeling off of “magic” terms on the phone in Chinga was actually her quoting from a published article of Mulder’s. 

Title: Upon the Yearly Renewal of JSTOR Accounts

Author: viridianvelvet

Summary: Mulder knows what it means to memorize someone's work. Post-Chinga.

Length: 1,184 words

Classification: MSR

Rating: G

Spoilers: post Chinga

Favorite line: If anyone deserves to hear the words aloud, it is Fox Mulder. Mulder, whose sharp edges ought to exist, but which have been burnished by the sheer, utter regard he has for all that is Good and Right in the world.

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Sweet fluffy fic, Scully gets hurt and Mulder gets hit by just how much he loves her. 

Title: A Minor Inconvenience 

Author: spooky_nerd @spooky-nerd

Summary: In which Scully gets hurt on the job and Mulder loses what's left of his sanity, probably.

Length: 2,045 words

Classification: MSR, hurt/comfort

Rating: G

Spoilers: none

Favorite line: "If this causes any temporary memory lapses, I apologize in advance," she says. Last month she'd forgotten his birthday and, unrelated, the fact that he did not like sausage on his pizza. That realization had come once she'd fully recovered, and she'd made it up to him by taking him to a viewing of 'The Thing' at a small art house theater and treating him to a 16-inch, sausage-free pizza afterwards.

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Post-ep First Times

A very sweet, soft post Pilot first time fic.

Title: Lost Together

Author: MarjorieWilliams

Summary: Scully and Mulder come together after Bellefleur, lost but not alone.

Length: 1,803

Classification: MSR

Rating: M

Spoilers: Pilot

Favorite line: She turned her hand in his, and their fingers laced together like pieces of a precision-made puzzle. 

He stood, tugging her with him, and guided her to his bed.

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Hoo boy. Extremely hot Ice replacement for the inspection scene.

Title: what does it take (to get you off)

Author: coppersunlight @mulderno

Summary: Anyone else would likely regard her resulting gasp as nothing more than an expression of surprise, but this is Fox Mulder—star profiler, and prodigious interpreter of all things Scully.

“You liked that?” he asks quietly, dangerously—a skilled observation disguised in the tone of a question.

Inspired by the question, "How does Scully feel when he bends down like that to get directly in her face" during the supply closet scene in Ice, and by Scully's highly incriminating gasp in Never Again.

Length: 3,353

Classification: MSR, first time

Rating: E

Spoilers: Ice

Favorite line: He nibbles at the lobe of her ear. “You like this,” he repeats, his tone cocksure, definitive, fascinated.

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I’ve got this bookmarked as a great post The End first time with Gibson being a little chaos agent.

Title: Enders Switch

Author: gypsymuse

Summary: What do you do when everything you are lies in ashes at your feet? Post-ep for The End (5X20).

Length: 14,046

Classification: MSR, adventure

Rating: M

Spoilers: The End

Favorite line: He drove easily, left hand on the wheel, right hand fiddling with the radio, a soda bottle, my knee. Still rumpled from our abortive romp, his hair was spiky, his shirt wrinkled, in all resembling the unmade bed we left behind. Nothing and no one has ever looked better to me. My feeling for him was so enormous I wondered that I could contain it.

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Hot off the presses, an absolutely lovely post-ep first time for How the Ghosts Stole Christmas. Roz blesses us with fic as well as art!

Title: O Holy Night

Author: rosenkranz_isnt_dead @rosenkranz-isnt-dead

Summary: When Mulder decided to go ghost hunting, being insulted by said ghosts was not what he had in mind. But they were right, he had dragged her into a haunted house with him, and he had stolen her car keys. Instead of spreading holiday cheer, she nearly died because of him. Again.

Length: 3,075

Classification: MSR

Rating: M

Spoilers: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

Favorite line: Scully, he thinks, all coherent thoughts abandoning him except for her dear, familiar name. Scully.

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First time fic post Monday. Beautiful day by day build up until he finally kisses her and the dam breaks.

Title: The Next Week

Author: SlippinMickeys @slippinmickeys

Summary: She’s placid in his bed. Warm, willing. She has a sleepy smile on her face and the morning sunlight coming through the window catches on her carmine hair, practically burns his eyes.

Length: 2,962

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: post-Monday, pre-Arcadia

Favorite line: “I…” He starts, but how do you tell your partner of almost 7 years that that you’re insanely in love with them and have been since almost day one and would they mind terribly if you fucked their brains out because that’s all you want to do whenever they’re within a foot of you?

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Post Milagro first time fic, he takes care of her and she lets him.

Title: Hearts Entwined

Author: Donna

Summary: In response to a challenge

Length: 3,429

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: Milagro

Favorite line: "Shh. Just lean on me." He stepped into the shower wearing only his boxers and let the warm water envelop them. She rested her head on his chest and made no protest.

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She counts their kisses and it leads to their first time in this absolutely lovely post Millenium fic from Sagan_Starstuff.

Title: Counting

Author: sagan_starstuff @sagan-starstuff

Summary: What happens when Mulder and Scully leave the hospital after New Years 2000?

Length: 7,338

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: Millenium

Favorite line: Sometimes he's so obtuse she wants to shake him. “I love you. Don’t tell me I don’t need to say it - I get to decide that, and you , Mulder, deserve to hear it. You deserve love.”

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Beautiful first time all things, acknowledging the depth of want and feeling as well as the inherent complications in their relationship.

Title: Stay

Author: Samantha1013

Summary: Mulder and Scully's first time together, from Scully's POV. Takes place between the closing and opening scenes of all things.

Length: 2,573

Classification: MSR, first time

Rating: E

Spoilers: all things

Favorite line: “Is this going to work?” He asked halting, brow furrowing.

It took her a second to comprehend. She responded flatly “Yes Mulder, the vagina is one of the most malleable and fastest healing organs in the body, second only to the tongue and cornea.”

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First Time Somewhere in Time

When I first read Regular People, I didn’t know there was a sequel and I was distraught. There’s something very quiet and beautiful here, when they have the space to breathe. 

Title: Regular People and Regular People Still

Author: Chimerical1975

Summary: Thwarted Christmas plans, impulsive decisions, and unexpected visitors make two extraordinary FBI agents into regular people.Set in December, 1998. For the purposes of this story, HTGSC didn't happen.

The sequel to the story started in Regular People. We're back in 1998 where Mulder and Scully are continuing their sojourn. This leads to issues and discoveries large and small, lots of sex, some laughter, some sadness, and a touch of urgency as they are fast running out of time to be regular people.

Length: 16,724 and 36,760

Classification: MSR

Rating: M

Spoilers:

Favorite line: "I did get to go home to my family for Christmas, Mulder," she whispered.

"Scully--" Mulder started, but then he just settled on a single word as he nodded. "Yes."

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Scully comes over after painting her mom’s study and Mulder tells her she’s beautiful. Diz knows what she’s doing.

Title: She Tastes Like Candlelight

Author: mizdiz @xf-cases-solved

Summary: Mulder isn’t sure when exactly he fell in love with Scully.

It’s possible that there wasn’t a specific moment at all. Maybe the transition from friendship was so smooth that one day he just woke up and realized he’d been looking at Scully the same way he looked at the night sky—like an intricately tangled mystery, full of beauty and questions and Truths, of which he may never know the extent of. Somewhere along the way, she had become his greatest X-File.l

Length: 8,596

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: post Millenium

Favorite line: Scully smiles slyly, leaning in even closer to Mulder now, and says, “so I’m hot now? I thought I was beautiful.”

“Please,” says Mulder, surprised by how low his voice registers. “You’re the smart one, you should know that the two aren’t mutually exclusive.”

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Mulder has to go to three therapy sessions and it ends up pushing him into truly communicating with Scully.

Title: Normal Conversations

Author: Soronia

Summary: It always bothered me that Mulder had a degree in psychology but only seemed to use it on other people. Also I know it was the 90s, but everybody in this show needed a minimum 400 years of therapy. And yes, there’s eventually sex.

Length: 10,785

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers:

Favorite line: Her face was always so transparent, and he watched it fill then with an emotion he couldn’t place at first. Not contempt, or hesitation. Her whole expression filled up with glory.

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Cute first time after they've been undercover and Scully is used to holding hands so she grabs his hand in a meeting which leads to hot first time sex later that night.

Title: Record Scratch

Author: Skinfull

Summary: After spending a month undercover posing as a married couple on a farm in Iowa, Scully is struggling to get back into the non married view of her relationship with Mulder.

Length: 12,156

Classification: MSR, first time

Rating: E

Spoilers:

Favorite line: I do the only thing a self respecting modern day woman who is desperately in love with her best friend would do. I ignore it completely.

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I love this writer, she delivers on very hot smut with lots of lovely happy feelings. This was the first of hers I read, I hope you like it as much as I do.

Title: I’m on Fire

Author: Spark_a_Flame1013

Summary: A casual night out turns into everything.

Length: 5,754

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: 

Favorite line: “Agent Scully?”

They both turned and there stood an agent from white collar crimes. Agent Jones? Johnson? Jordan? Mulder couldn’t remember but figured it would be in the police report after he broke the guy’s jaw for probably destroying the moment. All the man said, though, was “Don’t forget your bag.” He nodded to the table where Scully's purse and suit jacket still sat. She went to get them, leaving Mulder and Agent J-something alone.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Agent J said, mildly, “You lucky fucking bastard.”

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Emily But Not Tragic

One of the author’s tags is “speedrunning two whole seasons of mulder character development as one does” so there you have it.  

Title: the driver’s side door and other affairs of the heart

Author: cabbagesandqueens @benoitblanc

Summary: There is no casket full of sand, and Mulder gets out of the car.

Length: 2,970

Classification: MSR

Rating: G

Spoilers: Emily

Favorite line: The X-Files, his X-Files, have always been about lost little girls and the people they leave behind.

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Oh so sweet scenes of Emily in their lives. Read when you need to fill your heart with some joy.

Title: close to knowing

Author: o666666 @o6666666

Summary: Vignettes about Mulder and Emily, and Mulder and Scully, in (mostly) nonchronological order.

Length: 8,831

Classification: MSR

Rating: T

Spoilers: Emily AU, Kitsunegari

Favorite line: As they return to the car, Scully watches a toddler girl across the street trip on the pavement. The baby cries, and her father picks her up.

“Mulder, pick me up,” Emily asks, having followed Scully’s gaze. “Pick me up, please?”

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William, At Home

This was from Fictober this year. Four separate stories, all of them lovely. She hooked me with the first one. For when you need warm fuzzies. 

Title: “That was good work.”

Author: Sammie1million @youreneverjustanythingtomescully

Summary: Fictober 2024

Length: 3,352

Classification: MSR

Rating: G

Spoilers: William Scully, post series kid

Favorite line: Mulder handed her the plastic submarine. "Want to help me find Nessie?" he teased, and Scully couldn't resist the playful invitation. She dipped the yellow sub into the water, watching it dive and resurface with a grin. William's eyes followed it intently, his laughter echoing off the tiles.

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I cannot express to you just how beautiful I find this fic. This is their family, the way it might have been.

Title: like real people do

Author: chasingfictions @chasingfictions

Summary: in which mulder is a stay at home dad, and scully is getting used to the idea that they’re allowed to be this in love.

“You know, you could run out and get diaper cream too, Mulder.”

“Ah, no can-do, Scully. We’re deep in blanket fort construction over here. And the boss is real uncompromising on the schedule. If I don’t get us to story time under a fuzzy blanket soon, my head’s on the chopping block.”

Length: 4,347

Classification: MSR

Rating: T

Spoilers: Season 9 AU where they keep William

Favorite line: But then she remembers that they are in their bed, in their home, that their son has woken up in the other room, but they can hear through the baby monitor isn’t crying yet, is only gurgling, cooing softly, she remembers that he is touching her, holding her, that he was gone and he was dead and now he is alive and warm in her bed, that he will never leave her bed again, she won’t let him. She remembers, from the way he is kissing her now, warm and hungry and loving her, his mouth on her neck, her clavicle, her shoulders, her mouth, that this is theirs. That he is hers.

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On the Run

I’ve got it bookmarked as “an absolute stunner.” Just a beautiful look at a period of their time on the run. 

Title: A Cabin In The Woods

Author: leiascully @leiascully

Summary: Mulder and Scully, on the run, stay for a while in a cabin in the mountains in Montana. A series of interlacing vignettes.

Length: 13,768

Classification: MSR, domestic fluff

Rating: T

Spoilers: post original series, on the run

Favorite line: When they wake and dress and stretch to the extent the tent allows, frowsy with sleep and disheveled and staticky, she looks at him and feels a pang of pure, unadulterated happiness, the joy that cuts like a knife. After everything, she can still be happy, if mostly in moments like sudden beams of light on a cloudy day, Jacob’s ladders set against a backdrop of storms.

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Wonderful old school series where they get William back and are able to rebuild a life together as a family while fighting the future. A real comfort read for me.

Title: Ghosts series

Author: Anjou

Summary: An early December 2002 tale, originally supposed to be a drabble, totally spun out of control. A post-series 'what if' where Mulder was irrevocably altered, replicants were the new reality, and the clock was ticking down to 2012.

Length: 33,710 words over three works in the series

Classification: MSR, character death (not our main family, but there are ghosts)

Rating: G, T, M

Spoilers: Post original run

Favorite line: Mulder could feel the love pouring out of him in waves and knew he was barraging William with too much emotion, but couldn't seem to pull it back; he had never consciously acknowledged how much he wanted this, to be a family with Scully and their child. Now that he was actually confronted with what he had long hoped for, he was overcome.

"Oh," William said. He giggled, as if Mulder had tickled him. "Hi," he said to Mulder.

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Reunion sex that matches the wallsex gifs 

Title: shaking all over

Author: kittenscully

Summary: Below her chin, the expanse of his skin is warm in the growing light. He is bedding down in her, his leg shifting to cover hers, and she knows that he could sleep, now, for awhile. But there is so much of him, heavy and beautiful and unmarked, and it’s been so long, and she doesn’t want to let him drift away.

Length: 2,222

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: post The Truth

Favorite line: Tugging his head to the side, Scully latches onto his neck, thick tendons and the beat of his pulse. He groans, surprised. Before, he’d never liked pain, hissing even at the drag of her nails down his back. But they have both changed, and as she nips at him, his cock twitches against her leg.

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Original Run (and Beyond)

Charming pair of stories from the POV of Mulder’s neighbours who get extremely invested in the relationship between “agent Smolder” and “Sally” over the years. It’s a lot of fun.

Title: Kevin & Devin series

Author: admiralty and DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvy @admiralty-xfd, @scullymakesmefeelautopsyturvy

Summary: *There was something going on between these two, or else there was something not going on, when there clearly ought to be.*

There’s never a dull moment when your neighbor is Special Agent Fox Mulder.

Length: 48,789 words over two works

Classification: MSR, humour, original characters

Rating: T, G

Spoilers: Follows along with the original run

Favorite line: Devin leaned his ear against the wall in a brazen absence of shame.

Kevin took another surreptitious glance behind him. “Devin,” he said. “That is such an invasion of-”

“I can hear them.” Devin interrupted.

Kevin’s ear was against the wall almost before Devin had finished his sentence.

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This is such a gem of a fic, wtfmulder has tagged it as “crack but kind of not” and as goofy as it sounds (they are literally looking for a big bird) it is beautiful and dreamlike and everything good. The sunglasses are a thing throughout and I just love it.

Title: big bird

Author: wtfmulder @wtfmulder

Summary: Our duo are on a journey to see a huge fucking bird. Drabble series.

Length: 11,468

Classification: early MSR, UST, casefile

Rating: G

Spoilers: season 2, post abduction arc

Favorite line: The sun touches Scully’s hair and the effect is magnificent. But it also touches her eyeballs, because Mulder is still wearing the sunglasses.

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This is just so much fun. I had the best time reading this fic. It’s season 1 so it’s not MSR as such but there is vulnerability and care. 

Title: vulpes mulder

Author: eggschiptune @eggschiptune

Summary: Mulder and Scully set out to attend a conference in Oregon: simple, easy, and a chance to get away for a weekend on the FBI'S dime. Mulder has other ideas-and Scully winds up with those complicated feelings about her father resurfacing, a woman who swears she was transformed by God into a German Shepard, and a little red fox following her around with its nose in a bag of sunflower seeds.

Length: 32,630

Classification: casefile

Rating: G

Spoilers: season 1, post Beyond the Sea

Favorite line: “I don’t think I need to tell you this, but you’re a little shit. What were you thinking?”

Significantly less gentle than she could have been, Scully set the fox on Mulder’s desk. He scratched his head idly with a black foot.

“You bit the assistant director.”

The fox rolled his eyes and made a very small biting motion with his front teeth. 

“What do you want me to say? You nipped the assistant director? Like that’s better?”

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This isn’t straightforward MSR, it’s a post-ep for Paper Hearts that sees Scully reflecting but for me it’s there between the lines. Just like the show. It might sting a bit but it’s beautiful and worth it.

Title: Paper Thin

Author: saintscully @therealsaintscully

Summary: She doesn’t know which scares her more: that he’ll never find the answer, or that he might.

Length: 5,167

Classification: character study, loneliness

Rating: G

Spoilers: Post Paper Hearts

Favorite line: Gone for reasons as natural as they are cruel—another casualty of a world that shows no mercy to little girls and offers no answers to those who love them.

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Short but packs a punch. They’re thick as thieves, up to shenanigans.

Title: hall of mirrors

Author: seek_its_opposite @seek-its-opposite

Summary: “Come on, Scully. Who doesn’t want to be Tom Sawyer at his own funeral?” (early season 4)

Length: 956

Classification: UST, Fluff

Rating: G

Spoilers: set in early season 4

Favorite line: Scully puts her finger to her lips and continues, “His ego is so visible I can almost watch it grow.”

Mulder feigns being shot through the heart.

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Don’t be put off by Diana! Anika makes sure everything is as it should be. I absolutely adore the detail about not wanting Mulder to be cold after their experience in Antarctica. 

Title: Making Progress

Author: Baroness_Blixen @baronessblixen

Summary: Takes place during "Arcadia": Scully gets up one night to give Mulder a blanket and she catches Mulder talking to Fowley.

Length: 1,080

Classification: Fluff with a whiff of angst

Rating: G

Spoilers: Arcadia

Favorite line: He took a pillow with him, but he forgot the blanket. Whether he did it deliberately, or simply didn’t think of it, she doesn’t question. No matter how irritated she may be with him, she doesn’t want him to be cold. Even now, so many months later, she sleeps with more than one blanket herself. The fear of cold now ingrained in her bones. She doesn’t know how Mulder feels about it; one of the million things they haven’t talked about after Antarctica. She doubts they ever will. But she knows she can’t let him shiver and freeze down there on the couch, no matter what.

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Absolute married behaviour here. And a love confession. And a thwarted first kiss. 

Title: Laughing Gas

Author: thatfragilecapricorn @thatfragilecapricorn30

Summary: Mulder gets dental surgery.

Length: 1,306

Classification: Humor, fluff

Rating: G

Spoilers: none

Favorite line: Mulder appeared deep in thought and then exclaimed, “The most beautiful president America has ever elected!”

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Really lovely. Five ways Triangle could have ended. The last one takes us back through FTF and sends them through Australia which gives them time to deal with the hallway. 

Title: The Congruence of Triangles

Author: LibbyT @libbytxf

Summary: The final scene of Triangle, told five ways.

"It is at this moment, the moment of having felt the truth and the succor of her belief in him, that he realizes he is in love with her. He has felt every constituent part of this feeling before, the friendship, the attraction, the excitement, the certainty, the desperation, the almost irresistible urge to kiss her, but never all at once. It coalesces in a sharp and sudden realization, the obviousness of which is almost insulting to him, in a certain light. How has he never managed to articulate it to himself in this way? How has he resisted this so long?"

Length: 5,373

Classification: MSR

Rating: G

Spoilers: Triangle, FTF

Favorite line: A new nurse is on duty. “Are you family?” she asks.

“I’m his partner”, says Scully, nodding, wilfully participating in a campaign of misinformation. She does not feel the lie in it.

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Mulder gets trapped with Scully and Diana and realises he’s able to read their minds. 

Title: Dissonance

Author: suilven @suilven19

Summary: Canon divergence during Biogenesis. Mulder and Scully find themselves in an elevator with none other than Diana Fowley just as Mulder's burgeoning abilities begin to manifest.

Length: 4,471

Classification: UST, jealousy

Rating: T

Spoilers: Biogenesis

Favorite line: It was simply the whispered thought of his name, but he was very sure she’d never said it aloud quite like that before. The warmth radiating from her as she squeezed his fingers back made his heart stutter in his chest. Sure, he’d been a little loopy from the drugs they’d given him when he’d stupidly blurted out that he loved her, but damn if he didn’t feel the same way in that moment as Scully appeared to be feeling right now.

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I love this one. Mulder gets drugged and there’s an axe and he feeds her a banana. 

Title: instinct

Author: light_loves_the_dark @queeenpersephone

Summary: “Move,” Mulder orders, his voice low and gravelly, wrapping a large hand around Scully's bicep and pulling her aside. 

She struggles against him, mentally reviewing the profile, desperate to think of a way to stop this. The other victims hadn’t been violent for violence’s sake. Reduced to their basic instincts, they had fallen back to protect what they had considered theirs.

She needs to get Mulder out. And as much as she hates appearing weak, she knows exactly how to do it. She knows exactly what Mulder considers his. 

aka the one where mulder is drugged and reduced to his basic instincts, and no one needs three guesses to figure out who those instincts get directed towards

Length: 15,401

Classification: MSR

Rating: T

Spoilers:

Favorite line: She exhales, trying to give him a shaky smile, when he steps into her body and presses his mouth against her temple. Her hands reflexively clutch at his shirt. He breathes in, wet and close and primitive; he’s not kissing her skin, but the open mouthed press of his lips is almost more intimate. He inhales once more, slow and deliberate and long, his free hand coming up to cup the back of her neck. His hand is large enough to cover her skin from her first thoracic vertebrae to her hairline, and she shudders at the sensation. It feels primal. Possessive.

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Wonderful look at what it might have been like when Mulder could read minds.

Title: The Restless Heart, The Promised Land

Author: incidental @incidental-ao3

Summary: Someone on twitter wondered what Mulder would've heard in Scully's head during The Sixth Extinction when he was still able to read minds. This is my take on that. Could be canon compliant, since we have no canon answer to a lot of the timeline of their romantic relationship. Inspired by twitter and The Killers.

Length: 5,100

Classification: MSR love confession (unintentional)

Rating: T

Spoilers: The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati

Favorite line: I love you so much, she thought, and he smiled again, truly amazed. He didn’t think he was hallucinating this. God, I’m so glad you’re alive.

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An explanation for Mulder’s terrible season 7 haircut.

Title: Unscrupulous

Author: Narida Law (sarea)

Summary: Mulder's haircut is, quite simply, the result of one woman's possessive nature.

Length: 2,424

Classification: MSR UST

Rating: T

Spoilers:

Favorite line: She didn't need to walk anything off.  She just had to keep those women at the requisition desk from ogling what was hers.

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The prompt from fragile vixen includes the words voyeurism is encouraged... I love it when they can't help themselves.

Title: Blind Spot

Author: alienqueequeg @alienqueequeg

Summary: After a long day working on a pointless assignment, Mulder and Scully start to get frisky in the records room of the FBI Headquarters.

Length: 3,580

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers:

Favorite line: Mulder bends his neck down, pressing his lips to her neck. A quick study to all her favorite spots, he executes his move with the precision of a predator going in for the kill. She clenches her thighs and mentally curses him.

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Very sweet destined-to-be-together fic following the path laid out by the lyrics of Taylor Swift’s song Mastermind.

Title: Mastermind

Author: Katy_KT_Katie and tofuttiM @katy-kt-katie and @tofuttim

Summary: What if we told you none of it was accidental? That once Dana Scully met Fox Mulder she knew she had to force them into a partnership, a friendship and a relationship. Fic looking at their relationship from first meeting through the Revival. Canon Adjacent.

Length: 19,836

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: runs over the course of the whole show

Favorite line: She reflected on how much she had changed while working with Mulder. Her mind was more open but so was her heart. She’d never loved anyone as fiercely and completely as she loved him. He was her perfect opposite and the pull of them towards each other made them both better, made them both whole people. Even if their relationship never progressed, she didn’t care, she needed to be with him, needed him by her side always.

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Does what it says on the tin. Extremely lovely look at mornings they share over the years.

Title: days sweetest moments are at dawn

Author: catharsisxf @catharsisxf

Summary: A glimpse at various mornings they spent together from Arcadia onward.

Length: 8,304

Classification: MSR

Rating: Not rated but some chapters are explicit

Spoilers: Arcadia on

Favorite line: She notices Dana hovering with a nervous energy, her hands fidgeting like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. As she puts away the last of the leftovers Maggie turns to her with a smile then freezes. Glancing towards the living room she spots a black leather jacket tossed on the back of the sofa. Looking a little more closely she spies a man’s shoe under the coffee table and a silk blouse hanging off the armchair.

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This happens to be a beautifully written look at them together discovering more about one another, enjoying the closeness that they've found as they've entered into a romantic relationship. Chapter 2 also happens to be "extremely hot monkey sex" as Mulder puts it. I love how Darwin writes them.

Title: Close through the Dark

Author: Darwin_xf @darwin-xf

Summary: A long time ago in a galaxy much like our own but with no smartphones, Mulder and Scully explore the vicissitudes of family, the metaphysics of sex, the intersection of desire and power, the motives of Skinner, the confines and conventions of gender, the inadequacy of language, a deep dark secret or two, and—most importantly—each other. Basically, nothing happens.

Length: 9,193

Classification: MSR, E

Rating: E

Spoilers:

Favorite line: “Maybe we should close the windows,” she said.

“It doesn’t bother me. For once I’m about to curl up with my favorite warm body and someone else is acting like a lunatic and going home alone.”

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Really beautiful and gentle story of their love for each other with a bit of a gut punch at the end. But it's OK! Num said: Just know in this universe Mulder does make it back and William isn't put up for adoption. It's just a bump in the road

Title: Handfesta

Author: numinous_mysteries @numinousmysteries

Summary: He wants to marry her in a primeval fashion that transcends man and law and God.

Length: 5,056

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: Season 7

Favorite line: “Oh, Mulder,” she sighs. “A pagan ceremony preceded by a mysterious seven-hour road trip with a 5 a.m. wakeup call is the only way I would ever expect to marry you. Truly, if you got down on one knee with a diamond ring after a candlelit dinner I’d probably immediately order a CT scan to check you for a cerebral hemorrhage.”

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I am obsessed with this fic. Every time I read it I am staggered by the prose. Absolute stunner. Beautiful love story from Scully's perspective over the course of season 7 with sharp edges. Rings so true and is heartachingly good.

Title: ālea iacta est

Author: brenayla @brenayla

Summary: For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, and for Scully so loved Mulder that she’s cracked his ribs to restart his heart and dug bloodied fingers into his mangled thigh to slow the gush of his femoral artery.

If her unfettered belief in Mulder was enough to give him eternal life, the sun would burn out first.

Length: 11,628

Classification: MSR

Rating: E

Spoilers: Season 7

Favorite line: They are all my favourite line so here's one of them: Sometimes when he looks at her, Scully is struck with the staggering realization that that greedy, sweet thing she feels for him? God, he feels it right back.

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Something Different

Something truly magical here. The world as they know it ends and they find a little girl who is something more. Don’t want to spoil too much, they do absolutely go through it but it still has that sense of magic to it and ultimately feels hopeful.

Title: the sprite universe

Author: audries @audriesfic

Summary: On the last and final day, God created little girls. On the last and final day, from Scully’s true rib on her right side, God created daughters without mothers and mothers without sons and so on and so forth. Amen Amen Hallelejuah.

prompt from @enigmaticdr on tumblr: AU post-2012, dystopian, a hardened Mulder and Scully find an abandoned child at the side of the road.

Length: 5,114 over two works

Classification: Post series AU

Rating: G

Spoilers:

Favorite line: “She’s just a child,” Scully is saying, almost too quiet, and he has no idea why she’s saying it at all, except for the careful way the woman had stepped away, her eyes on the Sprite and not the gun. Like there was only one thing she was scared of and Scully wasn’t it. “She’s just a little girl.”

The woman grins, dazed and toothless, as she backs into the crop of trees off the side of the lot, away from them. “Beg your pardon, ma’am,” she sniffs, wipes her wrist across her mouth, leaving a hard line instead of a smile in its wake. “But you have no idea what she is.”

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Heavy Hitters From OG Writers

This fic is a stone cold classic. I spent decades away from the fandom and this fic and Lydia Bower stuck with me as the ultimate in xf fanfic.

Title: Dance Without Sleeping

Author: wonderland/Lydia Bower @amplifyme

Summary: Scully learns to live with her cancer and take back control of her life. Meanwhile, Mulder works on fulfilling a wish list.

Length: 30,621

Classification: MSR, cancer arc

Rating: M

Spoilers:

Favorite line: He peers down at me, his eyes dark and sleepy. He sighs, a deep, shuddery sigh and pulls me tighter against him. "If you had any idea what you mean to me," his voice drops to a gravely whisper, “you wouldn't have to ask."

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There’s nothing I can say about this fic that will be sufficient. It’s Penumbra writing as The_Mythopoeic. It is poetic and epic and bracing and absolutely gorgeous. 

Title: Heuvelmans' On the Track

Author: The_Mythopoeic/Penumbra @mashnotesofthemythopoeic

Summary: In which Scully becomes a Consortium doctor, and Mulder moves heaven and earth.

Length: 81,392

Classification: MSR

Rating: M

Spoilers:

Favorite line: It’s Penumbra so all of it, but this really stuck with me: Keagle, who had said nothing until now, turned and studied Scully openly. She lifted her chin slightly, and their equally blunt gazes exchanged a grudging recognition.

Keagle nodded. 'She would have got out,' he said.

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This is a post Never Again fic that sees them working a very compelling case with a great original character. There is conflict and MSR and it’s just fantastic.

Title: The Common Fate of All Things Rare

Author: Aloysia_Virgata and Scarlet

Summary: Ever wonder what happened between the silence of Never Again and the flowers from Memento Mori? Ever wonder if Scully's night with Ed Jerse affected her relationship with Mulder in any way? Ever wonder what pushed Scully to go to the hospital and find out about her cancer in the first place? Ever wonder how her illness might have affected her work or if she ever thought about Leonard Betts' words?

Well, we did...

Length: 46,702

Classification: Casefile, MSR, cancer arc, angst

Rating: M

Spoilers: Never Again

Favorite line: "Now, listen to me very carefully. You two clearly have some personal problems that are interfering with your focus on this case. So here's what you're going to do: you're going to drive to your hotel and fight or fuck or snort an eight ball of blow - whatever you do to get functional - and then we're going to find this guy. You come back here with a game face or you go home. Do you understand me?"

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JET is such a unique, gifted writer. Her voice is entirely her own. An all time great. Small Lives Awaken is a banger but this one– a case after Amor Fati where they meet star crossed lovers, one of whom can read the other’s mind– is a thing of beauty too.

Title: Silence Waiting

Author: Jesemie’s Evil Twin (JET)

Summary: "I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand

shadowless like Silence, listening to silence..." 

Thomas Hood   

Or, The First Nine Days.

Length: 18,600ish

Classification: MSR, Oddness

Rating: E

Spoilers: Through Amor Fati

Favorite line: He said some things a few days ago, but they were just words in that cloaked, measured way he always seems to be speaking to her in his hallway -- if he can hold her in his arms for thirty seconds at a time, once every two or three years, if he can say 'saved' and 'touchstone' and 'whole person,' eventually, decades from now, he might also finally string together enough of those words to fully explain what she means to him.

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Listen. I don’t like to pick favourites because we are so incredibly lucky to have some of the best writers in the world writing xf fanfic, but this one by Revely might just be it for me. Definitely top 5 of all time. Mulder is returned in Oregon after a year. This is their drive back across the country. It is utterly beautiful.

Title: The Unfinished Universe

Author: Revely

Summary: 

Length: Around 17,700

Classification: MSR

Rating: Not rated

Spoilers: This is an alternate post abduction Mulder universe

Favorite line: She writes, "I do not want to be buried without you. Who will hold my hand?"

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Another all time favourite of mine. This is a great casefile but what I really love about it is how realistic the balance of their romantic and working relationships feels here. It’s satisfyingly mature and very recognisably them. 

Title: Seeds of Synchronicity

Author: mountainphile

Summary: Six years after the events of "Aubrey," Scully and Mulder revisit the Missouri town to confront old demons and lay new ones to rest.

Length: ~92,350 words (as per @lilydalexf here)

Classification: MSR, casefile

Rating: E

Spoilers: Aubrey, Emily set in season 7

Favorite line: "This is different.  New game, new rules..." Sighing, she knows her words sound cliched and inane in the warm heady space they inhabit on the bed.

"No, no games."  His eyes so close, commanding her gaze, he the only one alive who knows her best.  "Just reality.  The truth."

"Which is...?"

"That we love one other, no matter what."

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Happy holidays @unremarkablehouse!

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

out of my league | pedri gonzalez [the christmas special]

🎁 synopsis: You host a chaotic Christmas dinner party with friends before winter break. tags: holiday themes, secret santa, college life (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 1.2k words)

you can read the first part here, or go to the masterlist.

The apartment smells like a mix of burnt garlic bread and pine-scented Febreze, which Diego has been aggressively spraying to cover up the "cooking incidents." The makeshift Christmas dinner is happening a week early, before everyone heads home for the holidays, and the preparations are already a disaster.

The decor is chaos. The Christmas tree – if you can call it that – is a tiny plastic mess perched on the coffee table, its lights blinking out of sync. There are exactly four ornaments: a silver bauble, a tangled string of tinsel, a paper angel Alexia made in second grade, and someone’s empty Starbucks cup. The table is draped in a plaid tablecloth that’s definitely been borrowed (read: stolen) from Alexia’s parents’ house. Chairs are mismatched, some pulled from the kitchen, one suspiciously from the hallway outside.

“I thought you were coming early to help?” you say to Pedri as he steps in, shrugging off his jacket. He looks guilty, holding a bag of croquetas.

“I was, but then Gavi and Ferran decided they couldn’t live without me,” he says, stepping aside to reveal the two grinning troublemakers behind him.

“You’re welcome!” Gavi announces, holding up a bottle of soda and a crumpled bag of chips like they’re gifts of great significance. Ferran just looks around the room and winces.

“Why does it look like a two year old decorated this?” Ferran says, gesturing toward the tree.

“Rustic vibes,” Alexia replies, carefully balancing a candy cane on the flimsiest branch. “Diego calls it charm.”

“That’s not the word I would use,” Ferran mutters, dropping onto the couch and stealing a chip from Gavi’s bag.

In the kitchen, things are somehow worse. You’d decided on chicken parts instead of an entire turkey to keep things simple, but even that seems to be challenging. Ana is aggressively seasoning drumsticks while Diego is trying to salvage his “experimental” gravy, which currently resembles wallpaper paste.

“Why is this gravy grey?” Ferran asks, appearing over Diego’s shoulder.

“It’s evolving,” Diego snaps, stirring violently.

“It’s threatening,” Ferran replies, dodging the spoon Diego wields at him.

Gavi, meanwhile, has found the box of store-bought cupcakes he brought and is arranging them on a platter like it’s a Michelin-starred dessert. “I figured you’d need backup,” he says smugly, swiping a dollop of green frosting. He looks at Diego’s concoction and immediately regrets it. “And I was right. What is that?”

“Just leave the kitchen!” Ana yells, pointing at Ferran and Gavi, who retreat laughing, swiping snacks on their way out.

You’re peeling potatoes at the counter, trying to stay under the radar, but Pedri slides up next to you and grabs a peeler. “I was invited to help,” he says, grinning.

Within minutes, he dropped a potato on the floor and nearly peeled his thumb. “Okay, you’re benched,” you say, taking the peeler away. “Just supervise.” 

“Or snack,” Gavi suggests, tossing Pedri a handful of chips. Pedri catches them and gives you a shameless shrug. “Multitasking,” he says, popping one into his mouth.

Somehow, the table comes together. Ana lights candles to distract from the slightly burnt garlic bread, Ferran smooths out the plaid tablecloth, and Diego arranges the cupcakes into a wobbly pyramid centerpiece.

“It’s cute,” Alexia declares, stepping back to admire the scene.

“It’s barely standing,” Ana mutters, pouring wine into mismatched mugs.

By the time the food is ready, everyone is shouting over each other. Plates of roasted chicken, lumpy mashed potatoes, and the infamous gravy are passed around with dramatic commentary. The mess somehow makes it all feel more festive. Pedri hands you a plate piled high, his smile wide and genuine. 

After everyone has eaten and the cheap wine has set in, you’re all sprawled around the living room, half-full mugs of wine balanced precariously on every surface. The tree’s lights are flickering dangerously, but nobody moves to fix them.

“Okay,” Diego says, clapping his hands together and nearly spilling his drink. “Secret Santa time!”

The gifts under the tree are a mess of duct tape, newspaper, and suspiciously reused gift bags. It’s clear most of the shopping happened on Temu or during a last-minute panic.

“I’ll go first!” Gavi declares, grabbing a lumpy package. He rips it open to reveal a portable phone fan. “Oh, sick! Who got me this?”

“Me,” Ana says, raising a hand.

“This is actually genius,” Gavi says, clipping it to his phone immediately and turning it on. The fan whirs loudly, and a few loose pieces of tinsel fly off the tree.

“Perfect,” Ferran says dryly, ducking as a piece of tinsel lands on his head.

Next, Ferran unwraps a knockoff smartwatch. “Oh, it’s like...a fitness tracker,” he says, squinting at the screen.

“You mean it’s a calculator,” Alexia says, laughing.

“Hey, it was under ten euros,” Diego says. “And it works!”

Alexia’s turn brings her a DIY candle-making kit. “Cheap and oddly specific. Who was this?” she asks, holding it up. 

“Me,” Gavi admits. “I figured you’d make candles that smell better than this apartment.”

When it’s your turn, you unwrap a handmade leather bookmark, embossed with delicate floral designs. It’s beautiful, intricate, and clearly thoughtful. You look at Pedri, who’s suddenly very interested in his mug of wine.

“This is so pretty,” you say, running your fingers over the details. “Thank you.”

Pedri finally meets your eyes, his ears tinged pink. “I just thought...you’re always reading, so...”

The last gift is for Pedri. He unwraps a tiny Nerf gun, complete with foam darts. 

“Perfect for when Gavi won’t shut up,” Ana says, smirking.

“Hey!” Gavi protests, but Pedri’s already loading it and firing a dart that bounces off Gavi’s shoulder.

The night goes on. Gavi cranks up music on a questionably functional Bluetooth speaker, Ferran tries (and fails) to figure out his smartwatch, and Alexia starts a candle project in the corner. Pedri, armed with his Nerf gun, sneaks in a few more shots at Gavi, who’s too busy trying to sing along to notice.

The night finally winds down, the apartment quieter now except for the soft hum of a Christmas playlist. You and Pedri are standing by the door, bundling up against the chilly night air.

“That was...fun,” you say, suddenly shy now that the song is just a soft hum in the background. It’s strange having everyone together like that. What sounded like an insane idea at first ended up working out.

“See? You survived. And even had fun,” Pedri teases, pinching your cheek. He’s been doing that a lot lately since he found out it mildly annoys you – and that he actually likes doing it, thinks it’s cute. You try to push his hand away, but he holds it, intertwining your fingers and leaning down to give you a peck on the nose.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, referencing the holiday break.

“I’m texting you every day, don’t worry,” you say, your cheeks burning.

“It’s not the same.”

He gives you a soft kiss, like he’s tucking it away in his memory, saving it for later.

The moment is interrupted by Ferran, who stumbles out carrying a very drunk Gavi. “I think we’re gonna have to carry him, bro.”

Pedri rolls his eyes but sighs, stepping back reluctantly. 

“Merry Christmas,” he tells you softly.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, already counting the days until you see him again.

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

i was at a campus horror tour event a few days ago and it was cheesy but fun and i needed to sit for a bit because even with my cane standing on the uneven hilly ground is uncomfortable. and some guy i had never met asked me why i use a cane so i ignored him because i dont answer that to strangers. if you were able to get into university you should hopefully be able to think of some reasons someone would use a cane. or at least realize that that isnt an ok thing to ask to a stranger. and then a friendish person sat down next to me and he asked them and they do not know me well enough to know why i use it. so they said "knee pain". and honestly there i wasnt too pissed off about it bc i was having a good time listening to scary stories and whatnot. just looking back on it holy shit that was really unchill of both of them

for one, i do not have knee pain. literally the only mobile joint in which i dont have pain mostly bc my nerves are fried there. this person could've said literally any other joint and it wouldve been right in some regard.

i also had not explained to this person why i use a cane. they didnt know why, so why should they feel the need to answer for me? i am an adult and im fully capable of deciding who gets to know about my disability and who doesnt. and even if they did know why im still not ok with people giving out my info.

anyway if you're ablebodied and your physically disabled friend or partner or whatever is being asked these invasive questions please do not answer for us. if we are ignoring them we do it for a reason, if we lie we do it for a reason. someone's health status can be really fucking stressful and terrifying and having control over who knows is good.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

if it’s cringe please say so and euthanise me while you’re at it xoxo

„Freyaaaaaa……“

Freya internally cringed a little, hearing her name for the eight millionth time today. She’d gotten to the southern islands a few days ago, and Hella and Cajetan - Caj -, two of her younger cousins (which there were way too fucking many of, by the way, and she said this as one of eleven kids), had made it their life‘s mission to ask her about every single thing that she’d ever done. 

The Westergaards were… surprisingly okay, actually, at least most of them. Mikki and Tore, two boys her age, had taken to introducing her to everything, which was quite helpful even if she was pretty sure they were still confused about her choice on whom to avoid, even if they respected the decision. (Dad always said to avoid Caleb, Edvin, the twins, and Loke. That would’ve been easier had Caleb not been the king and had Loke not been Mikki, Hella, and Caj‘s dad.) 

However, being from a different background entirely apparently made her the most fascinating thing to ever walk into Hella‘s line of sight, and it was a bit hard to say no when she knew the pair was well-intentioned. Also, they’d been sneaking her slices of apple pie, and that was definitely a bonus of letting them bug her. (Bjelna, yet another cousin, had told her to tell them that she needed them to help with her baby when Freya got tired of the kids. Thank you, Bjelna.)

And so, she closed her eyes for just a second before turning to Caj, who nudged Hella to ask. 

„Why are your hands like that? You’re always, like, shaking all weird, and it looks kinda yucky.“ 

„Yucky‘s a mean word to use on someone, Hella“, someone said without stopping or looking up from their book. Freya mentally had to go through a family tree Teodor had drawn up for her to place the person, and she only managed to narrow it down to like, four people. Whatever. (Oliv? Laerke? Helle? Krista??)

„It is kinda yucky, though.“

„Those are scars, actually.“

„People still get those?!“

„…yeah?“

„Middle ages-ass explanation.“

„What does that even mean.“

„Whatever. How did you get scars? And like, on your hands? That was super stupid, you shoudlve gotten them somewhere cool instead.“

„I kinda wasn’t planning it happening, I’ll take that into consideration next time I know when I’m gonna get scarred?“ The kids were looking at her expectantly, so she decided it couldn’t harm them to know. „My dad broke a bottle on the ground when I was your age and I fell on it. …from a flight of stairs.“ (She left out the part about being pushed. It wasn’t of use to speak ill of the dead.)

She carefully trailed her fingertips over the rough surface of her palm, remembering the one between her thumb and pointer finger - „lol, see this one? I tore it up a few weeks later after getting out of the hospital and my dad insisted on stitching it up himself. Didn’t give me anything to numb it - Tonya said I was such a good, brave girl about it and I was like, fuck no I wasn’t, I was bawling the whole time! He did a pretty bad job, too. She sewed it up properly for me later, though, so it was fine. Still got the scar from his work, though.“

She looked up from her hand to see two identically blank faces. „You didn’t hear me curse, by the way. That was your imagination. Princesses don’t curse.“ Reflexively straightened up at the phrase, she was near-expecting her grandmother‘s cane to whack her for the misdemeanour. 

„…you’re joking, right? About, that part?“ 

„the part with my dad? No, I told him to just let me run to the hospital and he was like, 'nuh-uh, you’re my kid so I’m gonna do it.' Let me tell you, the guy can’t sew a button to a shirt, much less a dominant hand if you want a working thumb afterwards,“ she added brightly. „I used to be pretty decent at sewing, actually. I don’t do it much these days, cos of the shaking and stuff.“

„Freya?“

„Yeah?“

„Your dad kind of sounds like a fucking dickhead.“

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 5

“Foggy stop it you know I’m ticklish!!”

You were laughing to the point of tears on the bed.

“That’s why I’m tickling you!”

“I give up, I give up!!”

He finally relented, stepping away and you were still trying to catch your breath as you let out little breaths. Matt walked in at that point. He just turned to the direction of Foggy’s bed.

“Do I want to know?”

Foggy shook his head.

“Nah man, I had to take some drastic measures. It was necessary.”

You sat up on the bed, pointing at him.

“He almost made me pee myself, tickling me that much!”

“It sounds like you’re accusing me, do you want a round two?”

You jumped off the bed, running behind Matt.

“Save me, he’s a monster!”

Matt lifted his cane slightly.

“Stay back Foggy.”

He batted the air and Foggy snorted.

“I’m not so low as to attack a blind guy. You won this round (Y/N).”

With your head lifted high, you just smiled.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Acting all high and mighty because you got Matt as a shield is kind of cowardly. Do better (Y/N).”

You just stick your tongue out.

Matt turns at the action and you blush when you realize just how close you are now. You release him, stepping back.

“I-I need to get going. See you guys later!”

“Bye pipsqueak!” Foggy yells.

Matt’s eyes are still directed at the door even after you leave.

You wish you could say that it was nothing but lately a few things have changed. You just hope no one picks up on it. Foggy is pretty oblivious when it comes to that kind of stuff, so you aren’t worried. But Matt..he’s a little more perceptive.

He always seems to know when something is going on with you. You try to shake it out of your head as you return to your apartment. You’re glad that you’ve gotten over your fear of the dark. Although that’s the case, you’re not reckless either. The minute you step inside your place you lock the doors, dropping your bag on the couch.

“Man, I'm tired.”

Sometimes the days feel longer than they are. That’s why you’d stop by Foggy’s to decompress. You’d done just that. You feel much lighter. It's already pretty late, so you should probably head to bed, but..your vigilante friend tends to pop up around this time and you could really use someone to talk to right now.

For the next half an hour or so you just do some minor cleaning. You’re not really focused, just trying to stay awake. The familiar tapping on your window before it slides open makes you smile.

“Sometimes I swear you can read my mind.”

You rush over to the couch to get comfortable. He takes a seat, but this time he’s on the couch. You straighten. You’d like to point it out, because you’re happy that he’s started to get more comfortable, but you hide your smile, shaking your head.

“So how is the vigilante business?”

“Pretty slow lately, I think that’s a good thing.”

“True, true.”

You tuck your legs under you, and when he turns his body to you, you wait for him to speak.

“If you don’t mind me asking, when did you discover your abilities?”

That’s not the question you expected. You know he must spot the way your body tenses.

“Sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to.”

You shake your head.

“It’s fine.”

There isn’t really anyone else you can really talk to about this.

“It was in high school. I was walking home and I saw this kid crying in the park. She fell off her bike and her mom was looking after her younger sister, so she didn’t really see at first. I just wanted her to feel better so I playfully told her that if I touched her leg all the pain would disappear. It was a game, it wasn’t really supposed to happen but then it..it healed right there in front of us. I thought I was going crazy.”

He understands.

“The kid was ecstatic. When her mother came over she told her I was a fairy. She thanked me and they left but I was still trying to wrap my head around what happened. I needed to see if it was real so I tried it on this neighborhood cat. It liked to stop by for food every now and then and it had this limp on the right paw. All I did was touch it and like magic it was healed.”

You still have no idea where the abilities came from. As far as you knew, no one in your family could do what you’d done.

“No one knows about this, not my parents, not even my best friends. More than anything I want to tell someone but I’m terrified that if I do..”

“Then everything will change.” He finally finishes.

His statement is a reflection of how you feel. You nod, eyes sullen.

“I guess in a way I really admire what you do. I have the ability to help people and I hide away, but you go out there everyday and you make a difference. I could never do that. I know that in a sense it makes me a coward, but the idea of even trying just..it terrifies me.”

He can’t really imagine what that’s like. Maybe because he’d grown up around violence, the idea of this has always come natural to him. You weren’t like that. Even if you were scared, it didn’t make you a coward.

“You’re not a coward.”

You smile, because you know he’s just trying to make you feel better.

“I’m serious. Any other person with your abilities would have exploited it. Made billions, possibly trillions. You took the chance of revealing that secret to help me even though I was a stranger you knew nothing about. Regardless of your reasons, that took courage. It takes a strong person to admit when they’re scared and still take action. You’re not a coward, far from it.”

His words make you tear up. You wipe your cheek with a laugh.

“Thanks Mr. Daredevil. You really are good at this therapy thing.”

He smiles.

“If I ever get tired of fighting criminals, at least I have a back up career.”

You laugh, leaning back on the couch.

[morgana-artt]

Giangio x Apprentice!Male!Reader

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Note: twirling and kicking my feet at this because I need more of this man, we don't know much but he's definitely an interesting character and the more I do these x readers the more I'm slowly diving into the need of writing up smut. Especially possessive ones. But only if people would want that and it'll probably be mostly Male reader or afab being written.

Also big thanks to people liking these, it means a lot and its been giving me the confidence to write more so MWAH thank you guys.

Warnings: Spoiler for Giangios character/ some stuff near end game is in this so be warned and minor swearing.

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Giangio was a...strange man. Stranger than most some would say and as someone who you've "worked" for you eventually got used to his antics. His favourite thing was to lie. Like, a lot. Most couldn't tell because he was that good putting on a front but you've known him long enough to see the small smile that quickly appears on his face to the slight narrow of his eyes when the person he's lied to believes him. The next lie you witnessed was when he said he was infected with the disease- the petrification disease to be precise- to a young man with bright blue eyes, a certain softness to his face and dressed in rather rich clothes.

You eyed your companion as he put on a sick cough and voice, "Of course, friend...please do be careful..." his weak voice spoke as the boy in front of you nodded before leaving. Giangios voice went back to normal but in a hushed whisper, "I really do not like to lie-" "-and that's a lie in on itself" you interrupted him and got a chuckle from the green haired man in response, "You got me again (Y/N)! My...you're getting quite good at catching me out!" he said with a small smile, you furrowed your eyebrows "but why lie to him...he doesn't know you?", "Ah, my dear friend...that lie was necessary. I want to see how this all plays out", you frowned, "what play out?" you asked as he leaned on the pillar next to you, "You'll see, friend. I have a feeling this one is pretty special" you blinked, 'special...?' you thought as the taller man next to you dusted his gloves off. "I know I'm leaving you in the dark here, (Y/n). But trust me when I say that this may be a breakthrough for us all", you sighed "You get more cryptic as I hang out with you...I can never understand you Para-Giangio."

He grinned at your slip up, "Oh? 'hang out'? I didn't know you thought of me as a friend!" he chuckled making you roll your eyes, "I'm gonna ignore you now" and with that the conversation died down.

-Timeskip-

The sound of your heeled shoes echoed through the halls of the place you were held up in, you decided to stay cooped up with Giangio in an abandoned house in a corner of Krat, in his words 'best place to stay until it's time' cryptic bastard.

You sighed as you sat on the sofa next to the green hair bloke you had been with for a while now, "I do wonder-" Giangio started making you glance at him, "-why you decided to stay with me" he asked although there was a sense of coyness within his voice. You shuffled in your seat, "well...for starters I don't want to get hammered into the ground by some puppet and secondly, didn't have much of a choice did I? With you-know-who basically forcing me to go with you, I couldn't say no." Giangio tapped his index finger on top of his cane, "Hmm...both valid reasons. However..." he turned to you, a glint in his eyes "there's something more isn't there...hmm?" You glared at him, "get lost" you grumbled as you slumped into the chair, you heard shuffling and saw your companion closer to you, usually you would just get up and walk away but lately it had been really lonely in Krat. Up until recently, Giangio wasn't around you for a while and you basically had to defend and be very aware of your surroundings and now that he's back you sort missed the lying bastard. You were assigned to him when...your father forced you to. Saying how it was to help you become an alchemist and yet there was nothing you really learned about being an alchemist with Giangio and it seemed like Giangio had an agender of his own, he never told you but he did tell you his real identity which you were strickly told never to tell and only that he was in search of something. You didn't know what it was and you had a feeling Giangio wouldn't tell you, at least not now.

You got used to his weird personaility and come to sort of...liking it. Your father never really bothered with you once your mother passed- even when your mother was alive he didn't bother much either but your mother was the only one who you were close to, you would be babysat in the alchemist tower and it would get lonely and even lonelier throughout the years. Until you meet the man sitting next to you, he was quiet and only spoke when needed. Giangio and your father would be all hush hush and it made you suspicious until one day your father suddenly announced that you would be working with Giangio which was a surprise but nothing else was said and now here you were.

You let out a tired sigh, it had been a rough day for you as it made you just sad looking out in the broken city of Krat, before the frenzy it was genuinly a beautiful place but now it's nothing but a cold and harsh place. You felt a gloved hand take your bare one, a thumb softly rubbing over your knuckles. You glanced at the man next to you practically a few inches from your face, "don't worry my dear apprentice...it won't be long before the puzzle is almost complete" Giangio whispered as you stared at him, "again with the cryptic nonsense...just what are we waiting for? Can't you tell me?" you asked softly as the greenette shook his head with a frown, "not yet.." he took off his hat and placed it on the table in front of you before laying his head on your shoulder making you turn your head to the side in embarssment, "don't get used to this..." you mumbled as you heard a low chuckle.

The taller man sat up before leaning into you, "but what I can tell you is that I missed you..." you rolled your eyes, "sorry, did I just hear the Paracelsus say HE missed ME?" you snorted. "isn't it bit inappropriate to flirt with the leader of the alchemists son?", "I've never been a one to follow the rules 100%...and you haven't been the one to follow your fathers rules either..." he softly chuckled as his gaze went to your lips before going back to your eyes, "god, we really are just two lonely men..." you mumbled. You were quiet for a second before sighing, "but fuck it, why not?" you shrugged as you grabbed the collar of the greenette and smashed your lips against him earning a surprise 'mph!' before feeling him deepen the kiss, your face heated up upon feeling his tongue pressed against your lips asking permission which you granted him.

Your hands hugged his slim waist as you both deepened the kiss before pulling away a little, a bit breatheless as you narrowed your eyes at him, "I think we'll stop there..." "what a shame, I was enjoying that" Giangio replied as leaned in and gave you soft peck, "my fine assistant I suspect our job to be almost done and after that I truly do hope we can continue our little...winding down time". "You sound pretty confident that we'll continue this" you smirked with an eyebrow raised, Giangio had a glint in his eye as he chuckled before placing his hat back on and grabbing his cane before standing up. "I must go see so that puppet, he must have more coins for me by now, stay here and try not to miss me too much!" he sang as he walked out.

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Shutting the door behind him, Giangio smirked "You may have developed a whole being Manus... but I can already see your son in exceeding further beyond that...and I don't intend to let this one go." he mumbled to himself before making his way down the desolate alleyway of Krat alone.

[ankhisms]

Forgot that i even signed up to do a box office shift for the current show at the theater which i now have a very sour relationship with which ill ramble a bit about under the cut but basically something just came up with my mom where i wont be able to make it to do the box office and i had been dreading it so im just like (completely monotone voice and deadpan expression) oh how terrible. Its so horrible that i cant go do free work for this organization that hates me. So sad. Anyway

Didnt want to really dwell on it when it happened so i didnt post about it but like two weeks ago i did a favor for my martial arts classmate who is a jewlrey artist and sells her work at the local farmers market, she had surgery and needed to rest so i took over her farmers market booth that saturday and the guy next to me was someone i knew- the father of the person from that theater id say i have the most positive relationship with and their parents do a lot of work with the theater and are nice and have never been weird to me so it was nice to have someone i knew in the booth right next to me. Anyway since theyre very involved in that theater they know the more higher ups in that theater board etc etc and anyway the like current owner of the theater came by his booth AND one of the people involved in the performance i did last october too (WHICH I STILL HAVE NEVER BEEN PAID FOR WHEN THEY SAID MULTIPLE TIMES THAT THEY WOULD PAY ALL THREE OF US ACTORS)- i could maybe see the owner not knowing me since ive never been in a show hes directed (although i have auditioned for his shows) but the other lady ABSOLUTELY knows me and would have recognized me. Anyway i wanted to be friendly and at least say hi to them even if talking is hard i wanted to be nice yknow but they just. POINTEDLY ignored me. And i dont think this is me being paranoid or missing a social cue/misreading a situation before. Ive been ignored and isolated plenty of times in my life. They were talking to this guy 3 feet from me and refusing to look at me and then making a point to walk in the opposite direction so they didnt have to walk past me. And honestly at the time i felt like this burning feeling of anger and confusion and hurt where its like i literally have no fucking idea why this group of people have decided that they dislike me and that they dislike me enough to not give me ANY roles in any show i audition for and to only ever ask me to do unpaid shit for them (when they KNOW i live farther away than anyone else) and theres just a whole laundry list of how ive gone out of my way to do everything i can to be helpful and kind and to like be a good part of what i hoped was a cool theater community but in the end i just get exploited, lied to, and then treated like i fucking killed someone. I literally have zero clue what i could have done beyond just generally having visible traits of not being ~normal~ enough for them. It just is frustrating especially when this group is always talking about being progressive and inclusive and shit but i know damn well they treated a disabled actor know who uses a cane like shit and wouldnt cast them bc of that.

Anyway tldr i think im done with that theater. Ive had enough and their whole "theme" this season is "the american dream" and i just am like. Actually fuck that fuck the american dream and fuck the united states i dont want to do theater with neoliberal bootlickers anyway

[sw2-serials]

Anne Sends Me to Ms. Rachel

“I’m disappointed in you, Lauren’ is her favorite line.  “I thought you would do better – you could have done better, couldn’t you have?” is another.

Early on, Anne couldn’t bring herself to give me any more than a hand spanking, and that just turned me on (especially with what she did after, then I did after, then we did after…).  We both knew how badly I needed a firm hand so she asked her friend Rachel to help.

Now I tell all my faults, foibles, and mistakes to Anne and she writes them down.  I guess she notes which ones she objects to, somehow… or maybe they discuss them.  In any case, after a few days she’ll take me to see ‘Ms. Rachel’.

There, Ms. Rachel will question me closely about what Anne has e-mailed her… starting with the issues she’s not concerned with.  She’ll tell me which things I should not to be too hard on myself about, and explain why – and sometimes gives me things to do to make things right when I can and when it’s a good idea (she does this for all of the issues).  Even this really helps.

Then we move on to bigger issues, and I know there’ll be a spanking involved (the sole purpose for me seeing her is so that I can be spanked!).  We discuss these, the whys, the ‘what I should have done’, all of that…

Then… then we get to what I call the ‘blow up issues’ – things that I might have thought was a little thing but she considers much more serious – and by that she means much more important to me getting the life I want.  For instance, sometimes doing something late will get me a lecture (with all its implications for my backside) on all the other consequences it could trigger.  Or someone might be a little upset with me, but she’ll see them as feeling ‘betrayed’ or ‘unappreciated’ or something a lot more.  By now my bottom is clenched and I need to pee really, really badly, even if I just did.

The worst part, I guess, is that she questions me on all of this, with a lot of low-key ‘don’t you see…’ type of remarks, and I just know – in fact, she makes it clear, sometimes – that my answers are just getting me in more trouble.  I‘ve tried just not arguing and agreeing with her, but then she’ll ‘quiz’ me and conclude that I ‘don’t really understand’.  So she tries again. Or, I raise my issues, and her disappointment grows!  That always seems to turn up ‘aspects that we’ll need to deal with.’

Okay, we made this arrangement because I needed harsher spankings than Anne would give me, but there could be a middle ground somewhere!  Because (once I’ve relieved my bladder and left my pants (if any) and undies in the bathroom) next comes the ‘spanking’ part – an all-inclusive term for all the ways she’s going to redden my hide!

She’ll put her ‘tools’ on the coffee table and I get an idea what I’m in for… oh look, there’s the hairbrush (after a session with her hand to ‘get my head straight’…) – and the discipline strap, of course, since I don’t get sent until I need it… and the cane (‘that’s for later, dear’, she always tells me).  All that’s missing is the slipper or slapper or ruler(s) she’ll use after to ‘roast my punishment in’ (and extend it to my thighs) for ‘a good long effect’…

In a way she shows a lot of interest in me, advising me and going over my behavior like this… on the other hand, it’s Anne and me in the relationship, so she really has no concerns about ‘staying on my good side’… in other words, there’s no reason for her to ever ease up from what she’s decided will ‘do me the best good’…

Her questions continue during the spanking – mostly when she’s using the strap, when she uses the cane she’s lecturing and doesn’t expect (or allow!) a reply… if I’m begging and pleading frantically or not answering her questions properly she’ll take a break – so that we can repeat our ‘discussion’ and make sure I’m ‘straight on things.’  Then it’s back to the strap.

She likes to have me crying halfway through the hairbrush… and by the time she finishes the strap I can’t really even speak sensibly… and I don’t recover much over her knee for her ‘after-spanking warming’ (which I call ‘roasting’).  So when she’s all done I kneel by her sofa, bawling my eyes out while she pets my head and says ‘there, there’ and ‘you’ll do better, I know you will’ and handing me tissues for my nose and eyes (I’m still undies-less and to be honest, sometimes I could use a few tissues down there, too (blush)).

At some point I hear Anne come back and Ms. Rachel goes to greet her… they visit in the other room until I get my act together… and she leads me back to her place.

When we get there I thank her and thank her (I’ll write Ms. Rachel a ‘thank-you’ note later, every time) and be desperate to serve her.  Fortunately she has no problem with this and sees that I fulfill any needs she has… then we work on developing some more… and finally, looking at mine, which usually starts off with my bottom’s need for lotion, which Anne provides (she seems comfortable with my condition, as long as she’s ‘alleviating’ it)…

I make Anne friend sound like a monster… but of course she’s not.  I could stop this any time, which I would never want to (except when I’m in the middle of it!).  I recognize that if it was anything less I’d probably be asking for more…

And who knows?  Maybe someday – maybe someday soon – I’ll get to the point where I’m not always disappointing her!

[human-monodam]

A bittersweet Christmas

*Nanokuma was laying in bed at Future Foundation HQ. They silently stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. They hears a knock at the door.*

Monophanie's voice: "Nano? Are you awake?...I-It's Christmas morning. Everyone...everyone's exchanging gifts...."

"Alright.....I'm coming......." *Nanokuma sighs and gets out of bed and heads to the main floor. They look around, looking at the Christmas decorations that the staff put together. The christmas tree was big and tall, decorated with beautiful christmas lights, candy canes, and more. Nano looks at the tree with apathy as they find a table to sit at. THey sits next to Yasuhiro, who was drinking hot chocolate.*

Yasuhiro: "Good morning, Nano! Merry Christmas!" *Nano gives a silent wave to Yasuhiro.* "....I hope I get that new Kamen Rider Gotchard Figure! I'm a bit of a kamen rider fan. Silly for someone my age, but I like what I wanna like, you know?" *Still no answer from Nanokuma.* "Want some hot chocolate?" *Nano shrugs.* "Ok. I'll go get you some." *Yasuhiro walks away to make Nanokuma some hot chocolate. Nanokuma just sat there in silence as Aoi sat next to Nano with a cup of hot chocolate.*

Aoi: "Morning, Nano. Merry Christmas. And don't worry. i told Hiro that you can have my chocolate." *Nano silently takes the cup of chocolate and just....looks at it in silence.* ".....So how was your trip to the pizzeria's christmas extraviganza?" *Nano shrugs.* "Ok........So.....what do you think you got for christmas?" *Nano remains silent still. Aoi scratches her head in confusion and worries.* "I'll.....go check on the others." *AOi gets up and leaves Nano by their lonesome. She passes by Kuro.* "Sorry, Kuro. I couldn't break through their shell."

"Damn. I was afraid of that. After losing Monosuke and Motherkuma recently, they're becoming more distant. I'd call Maki, but Nano told me not to out of her dying to that crazy assassin too. It's clear that Nano's scared of losing more than they already have."

Aoi: "What do we do now?"

Yasuhiro: "We could try to bring his dead family members bakc to life. Only problem is that we can't get our hands on their back up information."

Aoi: "It has to be because whatever that Achlys guy did."

Byakuya: "No doubt because of his powers, it must've captured the souls of the monos he killed. If we can't reboot them normally, then we'll just have to figure out how to get them back from him." *Hina, Hiro, and Kuro turns around, noticing Byakuya.*

Yasuhiro: "Byakuya."

Aoi: "How much did you hear?"

Byakuya: "The whole thing. We can't avert our eyes from this. We need to figure how to get the monos back and stop this Achlys character before he causes us more trouble. I've already contacted Lishu and Dementia, since they know more about black magic than we do. For now, we just need to be ready for anything that comes from this."

Yasuhiro: "You're right, but.....what about Nano and the monofamily?"

Byakuya: "We'll leave that up to them. Whatever they do is solely up to them."

Aoi: "If...you say so."

"Ok. I'll try to talk to Nano then. Give them some peace of thought." *The three nods and walks off as Kurokuma sighs. He heads to the tree and picks up a gift addressed to Nanokuma and places it on the table in front of them.*

"Hey Kiddo. Go ahead."

"Why.....? It's not time to open gifts yet, Uncle Kuro....."

"Yeah....But no one else has to know....It'll be our little secret.....Come on~. Aren't you just a little bit curious?" *nanokuma looks at the present. After a moment of thinking it over, Nano finally unwraps their gift to find......a brand new camera. A Nikon D850 Digital SLR Camera. Nano's eyes light up a little as they hold the camera in their hands.* "Ooooh! I heard that one was super expensive! No doubt that Monophanie got that for you, eh?" *Nano goes silent.*

"I......asked......mommy....to buy this.....for me........She.....She....She said....it costed.....It costed alot....to get it......But then....Monosuke came in.....And said...."

"And said......'Don't worry about it, Nano....B-Big bro Suke's gonna buy it for you......So....just give me....your allowance....and I'll....take care....of the.....of the.......of the rest.....' Monosuke.....Mama........" *nanokuma breaks down into tears as they held the camera close to their chest. Kurokuma gently pats Nano on the back to help them let it out.* "Why....Why did this have to happen!? We weren't doing anything wrong! We...Were just trying to live our lives! And now Mom, Suke, Kid, and even Auntie Shiro....!!! it's not fair!!! it's not fair!!!" *Nanokuma cries as they hold Kuro and cried into his chest. Kurokuma hugs Nanokuma closely.*

"I'm really sorry, Nano....I really wish I had an answer. I really do." *nanokuma continues to cry as Monophanie, Monodam, and Monotaro comes by at last.*

"Nano....I was hoping that you were going to let it out."

"Yeah. We were all worried about you. We know that losing both mom and Suke was taking a tole on you. We miss them too."

"But....why.....? I don't understand why this is even happening! I....I don't get it! it's not fair! It's not faaaaaiiiirrrrr!!!!" *Nano cries more and more as Kurokuma, and then the rest of the Monos, hugs them closely.*

"I'll look in it." *Everyone looks at Monodam.* "I'm immortal and a sinner of lust. My power means that I can't die and I'm very powerful in my own right. Whoever or whatever this guy is, he's no match for me. He might've gotten the jump on me once, but once was all he's going to get." *he pets Nanokuma on the head.*

"Don't worry, Nano. Big brother Monodam is going to make everything ok. I promise." *Nano quickly hugs Monodam, starting to calm down.*

"Big bro! *Sniffles* Thank you!"

"AWWWW~! This is so sweet!"

"Yeah! We all gotta work together to take back our family!" *Nanokuma dries their tears and nods.*

"Yeah...Yeah! I know we will!"

"Glad to see that my little niecphew is snapping out of their funk. So how about we go eat some cookies and have some eggnog?"

"Hell yeah! Eggnog!" *Monotaro runs off to have eggnog with Phanie giggling and going after him to make sure he doesn't go too far. Nanokuma goes after the two as well while Kurokuma and Monodam chats.*

"Thanks for the help back there. They really needed it before they snapped."

"No problem, Uncle. And don't worry. I will find a way to get Mom and the others back. Now let's go get some nog." *Kurokuma nods and goes with Monodam to get some eggnog with the others. Unknown to them, a wings slowly turn to terror as Achlys is preparing his troops for their mission. The winds of war, are approaching.*

[harbingerofwhump]

(Hi OP, I hope it's ok that I've added on. Feel free to let me know if it's not though, I'm happy to delete and reblog without the addition if you'd like)

- Some people will be aware and accommodate in quote-unquote "small" ways (offering a chair or making sure there's something available to sit on when possible, matching your pace while walking, waking on the side you aren't holding your cane, that sort of thing) without needing to be asked/told. Many, if not most, won't. Many won't even if you've communicated your needs previously. Some still won't even if you have, in that moment, stated your needs

- Sometimes friends/colleagues/family/etc will make plans you can't participate in without thinking or realizing you might not be able to participate. You are allowed to speak up when this happens. It can be hard to do it, and it's ok if it's too hard or too much or not worth it. But you are allowed

- Some people will expect you to push yourself to participate in plans. You don't have to do that. Some people will take it personally, but that's their problem, not yours. You don't need to feel guilty or let people shame you for looking out for your well-being

- You will be asked "what happened to you?", "why do you use that?", and other variations of The Question. You do not owe anyone that information. You do not have to explain. You do not have to justify yourself.

- Sometimes no answer you could ever give will be "good enough" for the person asking. Some people will also pry for more and more details and explanations. This may or may not be done with the intent of catching you contradicting yourself so they can prove you're "faking it". (You are not faking it. Your pain and/or illness is real. Your disability is real)

- Pebbles and things get wedged in those 'gutters' (is there a specific word for it?) on the bottom of the cane tip

- People might get confused about your age, or assume you're older than you are, because they associate cane use with old age

- Wind can be a bitch. It can blow your cane in directions you don't want it to go. If you have to walk in wind, be prepared to have to fight with it, and keep a tight grip when the cane is off the ground. (I nearly lost my hold on mine the first time I got caught in a storm.) If there's a wrist strap and you don't typically use it, this might be a good time to think about trying it

- It's a learning process. It might take some time to feel coordinated with your cane, find your rhythm, etc.

- Related: you might catch it on the ground as you swing it forward, in the same way you might catch the toe of your shoe on the ground

- Sometimes you will get forced off the path as you're walking. It doesn't matter if you're next to a ditch or a bunch of shrubs or anything. It doesn't matter if you're hugging the side as much as possible. Sometimes people (especially if there's a group) just will not give you enough room to walk without veering off path. This happens whether you're using a mobility aid or not. It seems to happen *more* when you have one

- On that note, many people don't actually realize using a cane can mean you need more space to maneuver than someone who doesn't have, or isn't using, a mobility aid

- Canes are awesome and badass and so are you

- There will be people who think you should be miserable all the time. There will be people who think you should be positive and happy and grateful all the time. These people can fuck off. Many won't. You aren't obligated to put up with this and you aren't obligated to listen to them. You feel however you feel --- nobody gets to dictate that for you

- People might try to use you as 'inspiration porn', a way to put minimize others' or their own struggles, etc

- It's alright to be positive and confident and happy. It's also alright to be self-conscious and angry and sad. It's alright to grieve and mourn. It's alright for your feelings to be complicated or to change moment by moment, day by day, etc

- You do not need to feel embarrassed or ashamed. (It's alright if you do anyway. You are allowed to feel the way you feel)

- Eventually, your palm and fingers will itch where the handle touches them. They will itch. They will itch. If you use it for long enough, they will itch. But if you use it often enough, your skin will also start ti toughen up (literally, not metaphorically. Or, not *just* metaphorically), and that will become les of a problem

- You can make it yours!

- Seriously. Have fun with it, if you'd like. Get the color you love, get the fun pattern, put stickers on it, whatever you'd like. And if "whatever you'd like" is undecorated, no pattern, solid 'neutral' color, that's perfectly fine, too

- If it helps you always, it helps you. If it helps you sometimes, it helps you. There is no quota you have to meet. If it helps you, it helps you

personal observations made by a new cane user:

you do not need to be in constant pain to own a cane.

folding canes have a clasp or band to keep them folded. losing the band is a pain in the ass.

you will get dirty looks

it does not matter what age you are. you will get dirty looks.

you have to hold it in the opposite hand as the disabled leg. this is fortunate, as I am right handed, so i hold it in my left hand to support my right leg.

people will try to steal your cane from you.

when standing still, I hold it in my right hand unless i need to do something right handedly. this does not work as well as i thought it would.

being visibly physically disabled is difficult. having a mobility aid will help with pain and movement, but some people don't get them because visible disability is treated with disgust.

if someone meets you for the first time, and you don't have your cane, then they will like you more, but they will not believe you are actually disabled.

if someone meets you for the first time, and you have your cane, they will not treat you the same.

the majority of other cane and mobility aid users I have met are homeless. I live close to a big city.

People do not want to see you being disabled.

you will not hear of the benefits of using a cane from anyone who does not use a cane.

no one will prepare you for the world of being visibly physically disabled. however bad you think we have it is usually not from the disability at all. I can deal with pain and I can deal with an indisposed left hand.

the hardest part of being disabled is the fact that no one will care until you make them care.

the disabled seats on trains are a suggestion

the disabled seats on buses are a suggestion.

you will have a different experience with using a cane than I have had.

your hand will become tired. you are using it as a leg.

your cane is legally a part of your body. this will not stop some people.

you are not your disability. but it will affect you.

i love you

theres always an invisible someone who has it worse. that person will not be affected or offended by your use of a cane. take the damn ibuprofen. put the folded cane in your bag. ask your friends for help. gd knows they need help sometimes too.

you will have to learn that things will be impossible to you. you may not run as fast anymore. you may not become a skater, like you always wanted to be. you may be left behind when everyone else runs ahead.

you deserve better.

your cane handle gets dirty. wash it.

some days pain is worse. some days you will feel it the moment you wake up.

no one deserves pain. the human condition is not to suffer. we deserve better. we deserve to be loved and not tolerated. we deserve to be seen better than from the corners of eyes. we deserve to be heard better than an afterthought at a meeting.

be quick to care for yourself. I love you.

[truthandlove]

ONe teestimony of hundreds of thousands: submitting to fake healthcare, to bioweapons, has terrible consequences --

Written by a Mom. "My daughter Layla Brown died at 3 months of age May 29th 2020.  The pain will never go away. The way I found her on my bed will never go away . There will always be a part of my heart that will still hurt.

She was always happy she will make sure she have a smile on her face and yours she was one special baby girl.  no health issues at all she was healthy baby well taken care of but….. I never knew this will happen to me this was my biggest fear and it still happen to me.  I’m going to always ask God why me, why my baby girl? I know we don’t suppose to but this one will always have me asking him it’s not enough words. I need more answers YES THE SHOTS SHE TOOK KILLED MY BABY GIRL they just not gone tell me that they don’t know why she past away there have to be a reason my baby gone. it's crazy that she took her shot at 2 months,  shot on April 20th.  she slept all day , I had to wake up few times then the next day that’s when she started yelling like somebody was hurting her, she was having diarrhea a lot it never stop then a week before she passed the screaming was getting louder she didn’t want her bottle she always wanted someone to hold her then her poop was turning red,  her stomach was hurting her,  then the day of she wouldn’t stop screaming for nothing.. 

I took her to the hospital and to her doctor they both said it’s fine it’s was normal for newborns to have these symptoms. (bullshit! pain is there to get your attention) 10:20 when I put her to sleep she was fine then I checked on her at 3:00am she was fine at 5:30am I checked on her again she laying there COLD I’m screamed my mom caning running in there got her rush her to the hospital I was only 2 mins away from the hospital they grabbed her from us started working on her then 30mins later the doctor and nurses came and told me she didn’t make it she was already gone before we got her to the hospital my baby girl is she gone. Something just not added up these doctors killed my baby and please don’t tell me these shots didn’t do it because a yes they did! Do your research on these vaccines shots they giving different baby different shot I thought these doctors was here to protect our kids NO THEY OUT HERE TO KILL THEM just like they out here to kill us my baby girl didn’t deserve this (no she did not but your lack of research did this to her) I didn’t either, my family either we all taking it so rough right now my heart is so heavy every night I got to come home every night where my baby had her last breathe on my bed y’all don’t know how tough that is for me where I lay my head at my pain is so different I don’t wish this on anybody now I know what it feels like loosing you child it’s hard definitely buried them knowing they not coming back. by LAYLASWORLD

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idk if requests are open but i was wondering if you could do a fanfic about lady lesso having a secret family

Family

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leonora deserves a little love.

Requests: OPEN

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It was known that evil could never have a happy ending.

At least, that is what has been taught for centuries and centuries, from generation to generation. It was unheard of to think that some villain, from any story, would return to a nice cabin with his family, after trying to poison a princess.

Any 'Ever' student could have that same thought about anyone belonging to the 'Never' school, incapable of love. And if the name of the dean of evil slipped into the conversation, the answer was an obvious and resounding NO.

While any human being with two eyes and a few centimeters of a brain could confirm that Lady Lesso is an extremely beautiful woman, they could also classify her as someone 'terrifying'; considering anyone brave who could spend more than five minutes with her, without being scared.

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The weekend was slowly approaching, which made the redheaded woman extremely excited. She was already sick of her incompetent students, of Dovey's constant complaining, of the thousands upon thousands of papers waiting in her office to be reviewed, causing excruciating headaches.

Everything about to end…

Until Emma reached her office, opening the door a little and sticking her head out.

"Leonora?"

"What do you want?" the woman asked without taking her eyes off the exam in front of her. Anastasia, an incompetent who would fail her class for the second time.

“Clarissa requested your presence at the meeting”

The dean's eyes rolled wearily, making her disappointment known.

"Really? Why do you need my presence with… 30 minutes to go before the end of school hours?"

"I don't know, she didn't give me an explanation…"

Before Emma could begin to ramble, Lesso abruptly stood up from her chair and began to pace, hitting the ground next to Emma with her cane, causing the smaller woman to jump.

Quickly, Leonora walked to the room where the meeting was taking place, opening the doors violently, making her arrival known.

"Oh, Lesso," Dovey interrupted, "it's good that you're here."

Leonora didn't even deign to answer, she simply sat in her usual chair and with the help of her magic, materialized a notebook, to scribble and avoid getting bored.

It took her a few minutes to realize that she had brought into the meeting room the notebook she used for her most private matters. Full of vibrant colors and children's drawings.

With a quick movement, and with the eyes of some of her colleagues glued to the notebook, Leonora opened it, hiding the cover and beginning to draw, not listening to Dovey's chatter.

The meeting lasted forever, almost 3 hours after their usual time to leave; but when Dovey finally called the meeting to a close, Leonora was among the first to rise from her seat, until Dovey's voice reached her ears.

"Actually, Lesso, I need to talk to you."

With a great grunt, Leonora watched as her companions left the room, to be left alone with Dovey.

"What do you want?" asked Leonora tiredly

"Relax, I don't want to entertain you" Dovey turned her back on the redhead to take a small basket full of sweets and baked goods "I remembered that last week was Y/N's birthday, so I thought I'd give she her favorite desserts"

The basket reached Leonora's hands, who awkwardly gave a grimace, which she tried to pass off as a smile.

"Thanks suppose. I'll give it to her"

"All right. So… see you on Monday”

"See you on Monday" and just as the redhead walked back to the exit, Dovey's voice interrupted her again.

"By the way, tell Rose she did a good job." The brunette pointed at Leonora's notebook with her eyes, drawing a grunt from the redhead.

"Whatever"

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When Leonora had finally reached her house, she was surprised to find all the lights on; Normally, when she arrived at this time, the only light that was on was the one in the living room, where Y/N was reading a book.

Wearily she opened the door and stepped inside, letting the homey warmth and the smell of the oven reach her face.

The redhead didn't even have to make her arrival home known, to hear those little footsteps on the wood.

"Mom!"

Little Rose ran down the stairs, laughing, until she reached the open arms of the redhead, who quickly picked her up, thanking everyone for how small the girl was.

"Hello little monster"

From the back of the kitchen, the Dean's green eyes collided with Y/N's, causing the latter to show a beautiful smile, seeing the two girls together.

"You're late" Y/N joked

"Go to your room, beast, mommy and I have to talk"

The little girl quickly climbed back up, making the redheaded woman walk until her back was to her wife and hugging her hips.

“Blame it on Dovey” Y/N laughed as she took the food out of the oven “I'm serious Y/N, if I hear another 'Ever' complain again, I'm going to have to cut my ears off.”

“Relax, the good thing is that you are home now, and dinner is ready. Go call Rose, and set the table."

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Dinner was one of Leonora's favorite moments. The feeling of warmth, the delicious food, Y/N's voice along with Rose's giggles and games made her cold heart feel what the warmth of a true home is.

“Today I saw my friend Erick”

Until that wretch's name left Rose's little lips.

The story was very long and very exhausting to tell, but to summarize. Y/N had graduated as a great 'Ever', giving her first kiss to a handsome and gallant prince named Erick. As a good 'Ever', it only took her a few months to commit to the man. But when the man found out that a baby was on the way, he didn't hesitate for a second to abandon the woman with the baby.

Leonora met her almost two years later, while she was on an emergency trip through a town near the school.

She doesn't even remember what made her fall: Y/N's shy look or little baby Rose's babbling.

How had the jerk come to contact his women? Leonora had no idea, but she tried not to get into the subject. She just enjoyed the little girl.

"Really? And did you have a good time?" asked the redhead, seeing how everyone finished dinner, so she got up and took the dishes to wash them.

"Yes. But… I missed you, mom. I like hanging out with him, but I miss when you and I go out to play."

Yes, Leonora could confirm that Rose was one of the few people who could make her believe that she still has a heart.

"Oh honey" Y/N interrupted her by kissing the girl's head "the good thing is that mom is going on vacation, and they can go out to the field every day, to play"

"Don't forget Lily" commented the redhead causing both women to laugh

"Sure, let's not forget Lily"

The baby's cry began to sound, warning that he had woken up.

“Talking about the queen of Rome”

"Come Rose, let's go for her"

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"Are you ready to sleep?" Leonora asked as she tucked in the little girl, who was already beginning to yawn and rub her eyes.

"Yep"

"You stayed up very late today, little naughty" the redhead stroked her hair, trying to make her fall asleep even faster.

"I told mommy I wanted to wait for you"

"I know baby, thanks for waiting for me" the older woman planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.

"I love you so much mom"

"I love you too"

"Tell Lily and Mommy I love them too."

"They love you too, monster"

The girl quickly fell asleep, for which Leonora got up leaving the room, closing the door, to enter her own room, finding her wife and the little baby playing on the bed.

"You don't seem like she want to fall asleep anytime soon, do you?"

"She just wanted to see her mom"

Small emerald eyes met those of the taller woman, eliciting little squeals from the baby.

"Hello, little fairy"

Admitting that little Lily had come into this world thanks to Dovey's kindness and care (and magic), it was very difficult for the redhead to show her gratitude, so she decided that calling the baby 'fairy' was more than enough.

Out of the corner of her eye, the redhead could see how her wife was beginning to yawn, already very tired, and apparently, baby Lily had enough energy to keep her awake for a few more hours.

"My love, go to sleep, I'll take care of Lily" the woman murmured as she snatched the girl from her arms.

"No, I can…"

Leonora interrupted her wife's protests by planting a kiss on her lips and on her nose.

"Honey, you've already done a lot here, let me take care of my girls."

The woman soon fell asleep, so it was Leonora's job to play with the little girl to tire her out.

"Hey, beast, you have to shut your mouth, you're going to wake up mommy and your little sister"

The girl ignored it and tried again to stick her finger in her mother's nose, while she burst out laughing.

As much as she wanted to deny it, her heart vibrated every time she heard her youngest daughter's little laughs, as well as her oldest daughter's voice, and without a doubt, Y/N's kisses only put the garland on the cake.

Some time later, the baby was finally able to fall asleep, so the redhead quickly tucked the girl into her little crib and lay down on her own bed, but in the process, she woke up Y/N.

"Hmm, are the girls asleep yet?"

"Yes, sorry for waking you up"

"Don't worry, let's go to sleep"

A silence settled in the room, but still, Y/N could tell that her wife wasn't asleep.

"Leo, what's up?"

"Do you think… that they hate me?"

"What?"

"Girls, do you think they'll hate me when they find out I'm the dean of evil?"

Y/N got up so he could look at her wife's glassy eyes.

“My love, of course they won't hate you, you're their mother” Y/N began to caress Leonora's face, to keep her eyes from leaving her “You're their favorite person in the world, they love you. We love you, we know that you are not a bad woman. Even if you don't believe it yourself, we know you have a heart; that you feel, that you deserve affection, love. Nobody is completely good or bad, you are not black, nor am I white, we are both gray scales, and they will be able to see that "

The redhead gave her wife a smile and a kiss on the chin

"You know, I'm starting to think that I married you because you always know what to say."

Y/N started laughing as she planted kisses all over her wife's face.

"Admit it, you married me because you love me"

Both women lay back down, ready to go to sleep. Leonora embracing her wife's body from behind, planting kisses on the woman's bare shoulders.

"I love them, so much" confessed the redhead already half asleep

“Your family loves you twice as much”

Because it was known that evil could never have a happy ending.

But, no one is completely good, nor completely bad, and despite that, we all deserve a little love.

Leonora deserves a little love.

Note:

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Hopper’s Daughter

Request; Could you do an Eddie Munson x reader smut where the reader is hoppers daughter and he catches them having sex

Warnings: oral (male receiving), fingering, breast play (sucking and all that jazz), bottom Eddie, Eddie having a mommy kink.. lmk if I missed anything!!

A/N: I am using She/Her pronouns for this piece.

Summary; Y/N Hopper and Eddie Munson have been friends since they were in middle school, as they moved onto high school though Y/N started gaining more attention as she grew into her “womanly features”. As for Eddie, he was just ignored and pushed into his own little crowd of people who play D&D and like to yell and scream a lot. Through out the years of high school Y/N and Eddie loose touch and split up, that is until she has to tutor him for a chemistry project…

March 7th, 1986…

It was almost the end of the day, approximately 18 minutes until the school day was done and everyone could go home and relax. Y/N looks around to see if anyone has finished their test in the class so she can hand it in without being the first one done, she awkwardly inspects her surrounding classmates in hopes that one is finished. That is until she sees the one and only Eddie Munson march, no strut up to the teacher’s desk and slap his test on it with his million dollar grin. After about 3 minutes though, the teacher calls for your attention.

“Erm, Miss Hopper, please come here” the sweater vest wearing 47 year old says looking at the girl.

“Something wrong sir?” She asks whilst walking over test in hand.

“Nothing at all, well other than Eddie’s grades” our teacher says with a chuckle, “which is why I need you to tutor mr. Munson for our unit final exam coming up next week.”

This small conversation caught Eddie’s attention as he prances over to join, “pardon sir?” He says raising an eyebrow.

“Y/N here is going to help you study for our unit final, it’s a chance to boost both your grades up”…

After a lot of back and fourth bickering somehow Y/N and Eddie agree to her tutoring him every Friday and Tuesday after school.. sadly today was Friday and by the time their conversation was over, it was now after school.

-time skip-

The two are sat in Y/N’s bedroom binders open on the floor looking at the roof, “you know this is a study session not a hang out one.” Y/N says, a little annoyed that she could be spending her Friday evening doing something else, or someone like Steve Harrington..

“Hey! It’s not my fault I’m distracted” he says looking at his binder, “besides can’t we just talk or something?” He asks closing his binder.

“Hell no, I’m giving up my Friday night for this we are studying” she says standing up and watching him flop on the bed. “What would help you focus, I’ll do anything” she says as he looks her up and down.

“I mean, if you say anything.. why not show me why you’re so popular” he says admiring her figure.

Y/N is stunned at the words that just came out of her former best friend’s mouth “pardon?” She says her cheeks heating up and a slight tingling sensation canes across her body causing her to push her thighs together.

Eddie doesn’t say anything he just grins and pull her towards the bed by the belt loops on her Jean shorts, Y/N doesn’t say anything either but she got a sudden urge of confidence, and so, she kissed him, closing the space between the to old friends in a heated kiss which seconds later caused Eddie to lay down on the bed whilst the girl crawls on top of the boy eloping him in another kiss. Almost 30 seconds later, Y/N and Eddie are suddenly in their underwear, their hands gliding across each others body. Although, Eddie stops when his ring clad hand reaches the back of your black lace bra,

“May I?” He asks, his voice is raspy and low full of lust and the love that he has saved over the years for the girl who he hopped he would end up with.. Y/N doesn’t say anything instead she simply nods, to which he grins and unclasps the back causing your breasts to be free which causes his erection to grow harder and harder. He practically whimpers at the sight of the girl on top of him, and without a second to spare he has one titty in his hand and the other in his mouth, he whimpers and groans as he sucks and kneads the warm skin on the girl’s chest.

She pulls away, grinning at the boys whines of protest. She moves him to the edge of the bed and slowly pulls his underwear down, she throws it somewhere as she slowly gets on her knees and smiles at the boy, “you want this?” She asks biting her lip as she strokes his cock,

“Yes, please mommy” he says mid moan in a small voice, the name he just called her got Y/N practically soaking by now, without another word, her mouth is on his dick and her head is bobbing, causing a string of moans to exit the boys mouth, he didn’t need to be quiet they were home alone.. right?

At this point Eddie is going to have his climax at any second with her head going up and down and the occasional moan and/ or grunt that escaped her mouth, Eddie was so on edge and so he grabbed her head and pushed down so she was deep throating him, at that very moment he let out a cry of pure pleasure as he came in the girls mouth.

She stands up as he slowly guides her to the bed, “I wanna please you mommy” he says making her lay down, her head resting on her pillows. He pulls if her black panties and glides his long ring clad fingers across the girl’s folds earning a moan from both of them, “god, you’re soaking” he says lowering himself so that he has access to one of her boobs as he uses the pad of his thumb to make small but fast circles on her clit. She lets out a moan as he adds in two fingers so he’s finger fucking the girl causing her to grab his hair and pull making him groan and go faster. She’s just about to reacher her climax when she hears her bedroom door open, then suddenly slam shut.

“Y/N Hopper you get your ass down here now!” Your father yells, “bring your little metal-head boyfriend too!” Oh shit.. now we’re in trouble.

A/N: I hope you lot enjoyed this and please send more requests my way! Muah muah -Bailey

[xminxvs]

❝ you don't look like your starving. ❞ her eyes trailed over him, making a little point within the look. ❝ if i was so mean and cruel, i wouldn't be sharing my delicious pizza with you. ❞ she said, enjoying the small banter between them. it was all so easy with him that sometimes her mind played tricks on her that there could be something more permanent for them, something more than friendship but every time these thoughts arises she pushes them down. for a moment it was cosmic love. ❝ i'll make a poet out of you, hunter... just not tonight. ❞ she gave him a flirty smile before shrugging her shoulders. ❝ when it comes you, i'm definitely a sucker. ❞ softly agreeing with him, yet she didn't mind it. she trusts him wholeheartedly.

cindy lightly laughed, dragging the tip of her shoe in front of her, lying to him was hard but he didn't need to know the truth... it would ruin everything between them. not touching back on the subject, she awaited to change the course of conversation. ❝ i'm not saying that at all. just saying it is odd without your tie. ❞ she was so used to seeing him all done up to the nines, tie included. though her lips came together when she got a look at the gordy tie. ❝ i wish you hadn't shown me the tie. is that a butt-crack santa ? ❞ she asked leaning closer to look at the tie. ❝ why didn't you just get a candy cane stripped one ? or simply green, red ? ❞ she asked him, he could've pulled off a black suit with a candy cane tie, she was certain of it. part of her believed he could pull the tie he has on as well.

❝ quit lookin' at my legs. do you think this will count as my workout for the week ? i'm fine. ❞ she blew him off, lightly waving her hand to him. ❝ thank you, hunter. but i can't have the neighbours thinking i'm the next notch on your bed post. ❞ she said ever so lightly to him, giving him a little wink. not that she cared what their neighbours thought of them but she couldn't cave or it will spiral out of control. ❝ because you are being such a doormat. that i do, plus i'll always bring more than you need as someone has to treat you right, aside from yourself. ❞ thankful for the foundation on her cheeks, concealing her reddening cheeks. a subtle buzz in her fingertips from where they found flesh. why did she have to touch him in such a way ? was it called for ? no, she did it anyway... did she just want to touch him ? yes. ❝ what's not to like ? ❞ she threw back to him, peering over her shoulder at him.

his eyes ghosted over her as she entered her apartment causing her heart to flutter a little bit, she's too old to be feeling like this. first thing she did was turn her over on and placing the box in there to regain its heat before jogging all the way down the hallway in her heels which she had forgotten about completely, more important to her was to get ready. she washed her face and changed into something for more comfortable. the mum in her grabbed a blanket out of the cupboard, placing it in a basket and the chocolate that hunter liked in the base of it, looking through the fridge she found some strawberries that needed to be eaten. the redhead stopped herself from gathering more things, by the time she had done all this was certainly ten minutes past. so, she turned the oven off, pizza out, and grabbed her basket before being on her merry way.

making it onto the roof, she saw the back of his head and immediately smiled. ❝ we should ask if we can put an herb garden up here. ❞ she said, coming around the sofa which the tarp laying on the ground secured by the legs. ❝ you look mighty cozy. shuffle over big guy. ❞ she placed the pizza box on the table, balancing it. before placing her basket down.

"Of course I'm fishing for them, I'm starving here! You're always so mean, so cruel to me." It was all about teasing to him, and he couldn't help but smile at their little banter. No matter how long, how difficult his day was, it was still amazing, to get back home and find Cindy there. Even in passing, even exchanging just a few words always immediately put him in a much better mood. But, that's exactly what having such a close friend did, right? Then again, as much as he loved Giada, he definitely did not feel the same way about her. He was happy with her presence, but Cindy was simply... something else. Something unique, someone he did not want to let go of. "It's the middle of the night, I might just be rambling. But what's even worse, is that you're buying it." He teased her once more. Maybe he was just a tad sappy when he was around her, but then again, he wasn't complaining.

"Sure you don't" Hunter brushed her statement off like it was nothing. Maybe it was nothing, and it was all just banter, but deep down... he kinda wished she did want to sleep with him. It was awful to be thinking that about a friend, someone who was always there to support him. "Are you saying this doesn't look good?" Hunter gasped in fake-shock, gesturing in his get up. "Do you want to see that fucked up tie I was wearing? It's horrible. You'll be having nightmares for months if you see it." It was all for work, some silly accessory that was required for the fake holiday cheer, but it annoyed him nevertheless.

"You know, those heels look absolutely amazing on you, but I feel like you're five minutes away from falling apart. Are you okay? Do you want me to carry you to your apartment?" He would, in a heartbeat, but Hunter wanted to be polite and at least ask for her permission first. "Why would I ever have to do that? You already know me well enough to offer exactly what I need." Hunter assured her with a smile, falling silent as Cindy's hand moved up to his cheek. Her fingers were warm but it still sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, he had to stop himself from leaning into her fingers before she let go. That was silly. He knew he could do better. Clearly, he was just tired, hungry, and she was offering comfort he craved so much. "Yeah, but you still like me." He argued childishly as she stepped away, quickly gathering himself back together.

Only once he made sure that Cindy had unlocked her door, Hunter entered his own apartment, wasting no time getting the bottle of wine and two glasses. He didn't bother changing, not when it was relatively chilly outside, and especially not when he found his suits comfortable. So, within five minutes, he was up on the rooftop, glasses already filled as he waited for Cindy to show up, simply enjoying the buzzing peace of New York City.

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How do you think the different Riddlers would react to being somehow kidnapped by an obsessive fan............. I'm not projecting I promise the boys just belong in the basement

Kidnapped Riddlers

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dano

this is absolutely not the way this was supposed to go

he's convinced you're working with the batman until you admit your crush

honestly, he's flattered that you watched all of his streams

and concerned that the conclusion you came to was "love"

but he'll take it, adoration from a fan is a sign that he's definitely on his way to making something of himself

but to be honest he's lost all motivation for eradicating corruption

he's quite happy to sit here blushing while you praise him

capullo

ooooh, this is kinda kinky, having him tied up like this

and the gag in his mouth? nice touch

but maybe you shouldn't have taken it out because now he won't shut up or stop complaining

like if you wanted him this bad you could have just asked

he would have come (heh) willingly

and if you're taking notes, next time he'd prefer that you were the one tied up

but hey he'll roll with the punches this time

telltale

you have exactly five minutes to explain, apologise, untie him, and scold yourself before he bonks you hard on the head with his-

ah...his cane is over there, out of reach

you're smarter than you look

which wouldn't be hard because the kind of person who would try to kidnap him is not a smart one

well, yes technically you did kidnap him

but it's only successful if he doesn't escape

and trust him, he will

you won't be hard to outsmart or outlast

young justice

bless his soul but his one defence mechanism is being so annoying that you immediately need to get rid of him

after maybe the 300th riddle it's likely you'll let him go

or smother him (with kisses???)

but he's so cute, you couldn't strangle a lil puppy like him

but you could duct tape his mouth shut, making sure not to damage his pretty sideburns

oh and now he's started humming an annoying tune

you should have known he wouldn't make it easy

arkham

you will rue the day you thought you could trap edward nigma

yes, someone like you couldn't keep a goldfish safe and secure let alone a genius like him

it's only a matter of time before he figures out the combination to these locks

and manages to get out of the copious restraints

and then figures out the password to the door

at least you've added some enrichment to his new habitat

but he won't be here long! you better enjoy him while you have him!

hope you soundproofed this room because he will keep complaining until he's free...

twojar

the ropes you've used to restrain him aren't as soft or sturdy as the kind he's used to but they'll do

interesting to note that you removed his shirt

see something you like?

oh he absolutely will try and flirt his way out of this

and there's a high chance he'll be successful

especially when he could provide so much more benefit to you with his hands free

just untie him a little bit and he can give you a taste

gotham

an infuriating subject for kidnapping

god only knows when or why he became so adept at lock picking

and where does he keep producing these pins from?

it's just lucky that he's a bit lanky and feels the need to stop for a dramatic goodbye every time he gets loose

which inevitably leads to him being captured again

you would think he would learn his lesson

but that's the definition of madness i suppose

unburied

understandable why you would want to kidnap him

but hopefully you knew what you were letting yourself in for

because he's not going to be easy to look after

he's used to being captive, and at least here he has a tv to watch

so he's not in any rush to return to arkham

but get ready to wait on him hand and foot

you were labouring under the misconception that this was a kidnapping when in fact

you seem to be catering for him as though it were a five star all-inclusive resort

and also you buttered his toast wrong again