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mistydeyes · 9 months

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hi again! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Task force 141 with a reader that has been through a final girl/boy situation before they joined the military? I was thinking something like a Sidney from scream situation almost.

(I do apologize if your requests are closed, have a good night/day!)

thank you for submitting! i love horror movies (even when they have the final girl trope) so I took inspo from the campy stories! hope you enjoy :)

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summary: When Laswell recommended you to Price to join the 141, you readily took the invitation and left the US Army. However, when you return back to the states someone recognizes you as the surviving victim of a series of murders and you have to answer for your past.

pairing: Task Force 141 x gn!Reader (codename: Onyx)

warnings: swearing, violence/blood/gore, non-major character death

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Before the summer of '08, you used to love horror movies. With your friends, you would have marathons of Halloween, Scream, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Friday the 13th, and other campy classics. You would drink and laugh at the screen as the characters slowly got picked off one by one, leaving one character standing. "God it's always the final girl," you remarked as you watched the generally brunette, book-smart teen walk away before the credits rolled. It used to be just another movie trope. But there are some things the gym and therapy can't fix. After that year, you always walked on the lit side of the street and triple-locked your doors every night.

"Onyx, we're here," Ghost boomed and you woke from your slumber. Your eyes adjusted to the morning sun of Colorado. "Air Force sent us a welcome party to escort us to base," Price commented, getting off the plane. Never would you have thought a mission would bring you back to the States. Despite being teased relentlessly for your lack of accent and inability to relate to growing up in the UK, you relished the thought of being thousands of miles away. "Onyx, you alright?" Soap asked as you piled into a large vehicle. "Yeah, just jet-lagged," you lied through your teeth. "Welcome back to the US," one of the Air Force privates commented and you couldn't help but frown. "Let's just finish this up for Laswell and head back to rainy London."

After a tour and briefing, you decided to head into town to get some dinner. Soap had made a big deal of wanting to try American food and you landed on a popular diner. The meal was alright as you scarfed down a burger and milkshake. You tried to join in the conversation as Gaz wondered if he should try the fried Oreos or get a classic American apple pie. Price and Ghost rolled their eyes, finishing their meal, while Soap tried to help his decision. You pinched your thigh as your scarred hands fell onto your lap. Just another mission, you told yourself, just another mission in another country. When your meal was paid, you walked back to the car casually. You were arguing over who was going to drive when a man did a double take upon locking eyes with you.

"I-I know you," the man yelled as everyone turned in his direction. At first, you hoped he was a mistaken pot head but your stomach dropped when he met your darting gaze. He paced up to you as you looked in fear. "You're that teen, the only one left alive," he continued, now getting closer to your face. "I don't know who you're talking about," you said roughly and attempted to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "It is you, you were all over the news," his voice was now increasing in volume and people began to look over. "Get off of me!" you commanded but he continued to bombard you with questions. Eventually, as he held his grip, he was roughly pushed back by Gaz. "The fuck man!" he yelled, attempting to throw a punch but was quickly pushed back by Ghost. "Let's go," Ghost demanded and you rushed away from the man as he continued to shout at you.

"What the fuck was that Onyx?" was the first question uttered by Price as you arrived back on the Air Force Base. "Guess the secret's out," you mumbled in response as you sat down at a table. "What didn't Laswell tell us?" he edged and you avoided his piercing gaze. "Alright, boys sit down," you commanded, "better to tell you sooner than later." They had a mix of emotions ranging from confused to frustrated but they took a seat around the table. You took a deep breath as you unearthed your past. "It was in '08 when I was 16," you began, "high on life, good grades, thinking about going to college for international politics." "Get to the point," Price ordered but you let out a sickly laugh. "Captain, I'm about to tell you how I survived my entire friend group being murdered, I'll get to the point when I do," you said sardonically. That shut everyone up.

"Anyways, as you know I was from a small town on the East Coast," they nodded in response, "There were 9 of us, all friends from elementary school. We would do everything together until-." You paused for a moment, trying to suppress the urge to run away. "It all started with Logan." You tried to put the details into the best of terms but decided to pull the bandage off early. "They found his body with 9 stab wounds and 'Limbo' printed on a paper in his neck wound," Price's eyes widened as you looked at the shocked faces surrounding you. "Next was Ashley and the same thing, 9 stabs and a paper with 'Lust'," you continued, the realization began to set in as Ghost awkwardly shifted in his seat. You looked down at your shaking hands before you kept going. "After Ashley, the town was put on a curfew and they labeled the killer as "Dante" since the crimes were following his poem," As you kept reciting the story, you began to unravel further. "I remember texting the rest of my friends being scared shitless, my parents lived in constant fear and kept our doors barred."

Before you could continue, Gaz interrupted. "You don't have to keep going if it's too much," he began to say. "Ye we get the picture," Soap added but you shook your head. "After that, there were four more murders over the next two months," you spoke, "Nick, Amanda, Elizabeth, and Tyler all with the same wounds, paper, and the promise of more to come." "Did the police or FBI do anything?" Ghost asked, now folding his arms on the table. You laughed cynically as you remembered the shit show. "God they tried, they canceled school and kept patrolling but everyone was found either in their homes or after the constant fucking funerals." Tears were beginning to prick your eyes as you got to the last two victims. "They eventually connected us together after Liz and I spent weeks trying to think of anyone who would do this," you were now crying and your voice shook as you choked out the words. "Anyways, it died down for three weeks and we thought it was over with," you trailed off, "but then they found Miranda in her bedroom."

Price put his hat on the table and pulled out a tissue for you. You rejected the offer and wiped furiously at your face. "She was my best friend, had some trouble with depression and attempted suicide in freshman year but she was a good person," you said, almost in a whisper. You remembered the earth-shattering news delivered by the authorities at your door and how you screamed into the midnight air. They refused to give a public burial as it was just another hotbed of victims. You never even got to see her before she was cremated. "I think this is enough," Gaz said, now looking at Price with an angry tone of voice. As both the men exchanged bitter looks, you slammed your hands down on the hard surface. "No, I said I would tell you the whole story and I am going to fucking do it."

"The 8th was supposed to be me," you mumbled as the room looked horrified. Your legs shook and you tried to steady your uneven breathing. "Tyler was a twin and Elle was his sister he left behind" Your voice grew more hoarse as you fought through the pain. "When Tyler died, Elle's parents were devastated and she stayed with my family for the rest of the Spring. She shared a room with me and I slept on a shitty air mattress." You remembered crawling into bed with her some nights, after long hours with the police, trying to reassure her they would find the killer and the nightmare would be over. "I think it was a Tuesday but I woke with Elle sitting on my stomach, She had this crazy look in her eyes," you looked down at your white knuckles that gripped the oak table, feeling the unwavering gaze of your team. "She-she told me how I was a fraud all these years for kissing her after some stupid party and never telling anyone about how we were soulmates. I thought this was some stupid lovers quarrel but she shut me up with a stab to the shoulder." You pulled back your shirt to reveal a silvery wound the size of a hunting knife on your left shoulder. You could hear the silence in the room as they looked at it.

"After that, I tried to scream but she told me she took care of my parents with some concoction of sleep meds and cough syrup," you closed your eyes tightly as you remembered trying to wrestle her off of you and her hands plunging the knife into your arms and upper chest. "How did you survive?" Soap asked, his voice sensitive and low. "I remember feeling immense pain when she stabbed me in the collarbone but she got the knife stuck," your body was on fire, almost as if the wounds were fresh, "so I took the opportunity to throw her off and pull out the knife." Even Ghost looked horrified as he knew what was going to happen next. "I stabbed her in the carotid and she bled out on the floor," you whispered. Your mouth felt metallic and you struggled to make eye contact with anyone as the room became blurry with a flood of tears. "After that, I try not to remember much but apparently she planned to kill all of us and then herself. Her notes lined up with things we did in the past and she was able to pick us off because we all trusted her," you unclenched your fists and lay your palms on the table as they shook violently.

"Fuckin hell," Ghost mumbled and you swallowed harshly. "I moved here away from the town after the media circus, joined the Army after all of it, and when the wounds healed," you concluded, pushing back on the table and getting up. "I'm sorry, Onyx," Price was the first to say and you nodded. "I'm alright now but it's hard when the past follows you," you whispered as you looked down at him. "We're here if you need," Gaz comforted and you felt your face fall into a frown. "Just don't tell anyone else, I don't need a fucking recruit telling me I'm like Sidney Prescott." Before you could leave the room, Price stood up and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. His fingers felt warm on your cold skin as you looked up at him. "No one fights alone," he said, almost as if it was some corny movie line. You let out your first relieved laugh of the night as his hand dropped. "Appreciate it, Captain," you whispered, "I hope to see her in hell."

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starsainzjr · 4 months

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Real Life Inspiration

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Wolff!author!reader Faceclaim: Saoirse-Monica Jackson Requested: yes no

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carlossainz55 Do I get a sneak peak?

ynwolff Only if you're nice to me carlossainz55 I'm currently holding flowers for you while your father glares at me please save me ynwolff I'm on my way

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ynwolff Thank you for consulting! Could not have gotten anything done without you!

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ynwolff Sending a never ending supply of hot chocolate your way

yns.pen More???? Oh my god we are getting fed next year

samrahfans She's back! Oh this one is going to be good, I can feel it

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yourusername Cover reveal! The Amber Trolley is available for preorder now!

Stay tuned for another special announcement coming within the next week!

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carlossainz55 So beyond proud of you, mi corazón. Cannot wait to add it to my track bag

ynwolff I love you so much, mein könig. chiliwilicarlos He calls her his heart I'm done. I'm done, I'm done. Sleeping on the highway tonight

zakiyadaliaharris Classic! Oh it looks amazing

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samrahfans I'M CRYING IT LOOKS SO CLEAN

chiliwilicarlos I swear if we get pictures of him reading this book at the track I will drop dead on the spot

yns.pen She truly never misses

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ynwolff Can confirm 🥰

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carlossainz55 A week well spent with mi corazón in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. We get back to the grind this week

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ynwolff Mein könig, I love you more than words

carlossainz55 That's a lot, you really love words ynwolff And I love you more than all of them

charles_leclerc You're welcome for the recommendation

carlossainz55 The wine was delicious, we're bringing you some ynwolff And a signed copy charles_leclerc I'm more excited about the book than the wine

landonorris I wasn't invited?

formulafan Would you want to spend 2 weeks in a villa with Toto Wolff? landonorris No you're right, actually

blackfireproofs Oh Jesus Christ he gets more perfect every day

chiliwilicarlos I'm about as useful as a puddle rn

yourusername Bahrain

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yourusername Back to running across the paddock in desert heat

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carlossainz55 Come back I miss you

ynwolff I literally just walked into my father's office carlossainz55 🥺 ynwolff Not gonna work

mercedesamgf1 She's home finally

ynwolff I'm not watching the race with you mercedesamgf1 😦 carlossainz55 😊

scuderiaferrari Are we going to need to work out a custody schedule?

mercedesamgf1 I think we might need to ynwolff Do I get a say? scuderiaferrari No mercedesamgf1 No

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carlotta.solano Back in the place where it all started. Away We Go is available for pre order now! Follow Alina Wolter as she tries to balance her dream job working for her favorite F1 team and resisting the charismatic first driver Santiago Cabrera!

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blackfireproofs Call me crazy, but I think I sense a pen name....

yns.pen No I've been thinking the same thing. Two books getting announced on the same day... blackfireproofs Not to mention the initials of the name too. C.S... and it's a Spanish name. And Carlotta??? yns.pen It sounds extremely similar to Carlos yns.pen And the character's names! Wolter... her last name is Wolff. And Santiago Cabrera? chiliwilicarlos It's just Carlos' initials reversed. And the names are German and Spanish. German close enough to Austrian but still blackfireproofs No there are way too many parallels yns.pen Not to mention that YN is in Bahrain with Carlos and her father for the race

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ynwolff Book signing, burgers, and- I'm too tired to finish the alliteration

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carlossainz55 Best nap I've had in a while to be honest

ynwolff Honestly me too

zakiyadaliaharris Book signings bring on a different kind of tired

ynwolff I can't feel my hand casey.mcquiston Ice. So so much ice in your future

yns.pen I cannot believe I actually met her today! Oh my god, she was so so sweet and took her time with while I tried to speak German

ynwolff Your German was much better than you give yourself credit for! It was such a pleasure to meet you

blackfireproofs I went today too and watched Carlos watch her while I was waiting in line and oh my god he was looking at her like she was the moon

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ynwolff Weekend away with my very own Santiago Cabrera during which he stole my sunglasses no more than twelve times

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carlossainz55 My own Alina Wolter 🥰 Better in person than on paper, no?

ynwolff Always better in person than on paper

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#f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #f1 x you #social media au #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz social media au #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz jr

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months

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Jeff Davis just ruined everything! Everything! Do you know if there's any fix-it fics yet!

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Anonymous asked:

Love your page! Can you recommend fix-it fics for the movie?

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angelofthetrenchcoats asked:

hii

do you know if there are any tw movie sterek fix it fics yet?

thanks❤️😂

“Take me back.” by Theo4thestars

(1/? I 979 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles finds out Derek is dead. He’s hurt. He finds out Allison is alive. He’s never been more happy. He’s conflicted so he goes home.

we're all burning. by unholyturtle

(2/2 I 2,400 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles came home and Derek did not die.

Broken Things (It's Complicated) by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

(1/1 I 3,880 I General I Sterek)

It's been fifteen years, and Derek still has feelings about that Jeep.

Crawling back to you by ads1008

(1/1 I 10,901 I General i Sterek)

Stiles gets a call from Eli that Derek has died. He runs home in time to be at the funeral where Eli barrels into him crying shaking like he is five years old again after a nightmare. Stiles holds him tight looking up at the pack he walked away from years ago. The ones that hurt him and his family too many times to count. His eyes landed on Scott, who looked sad and sorry. Stiles didn’t care for his pity. Rage boiled in him at just seeing his ex-best friend. The man that almost ruined everything for them 15 years ago but it looks like he already did. Stiles pulled Eli away, handing him off to his dad. Stiles walked over landing a hard punch to Scott’s temple.

“What did you do?” Stiles shouted.

Stiles knew he had to bring back the love of his life and the father of his son, with the help of Lydia and the rest of the gang. Stiles must fight one last demon of his own to bring Derek back. By doing so, secrets of the past fifteen years will be told. His young son, Eli, will know more about himself and his parents than either Stiles or Derek was ready to share.

We'll Take On The World by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 26,000 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.” “Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer. “Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers. “How would we know?” Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

No More Martyr Bullsh*&t by Arieanna

(12/12 I 35,230 I Mature I Sterek)

Thank god someone had the brains to call him. Now he was running through the preserve to that stupid stump, hoping that he gets there before it's too late and he loses his reason for living.

"X" marks the spot by mmspring

(3/3 I 39,796 I General I Sterek)

"Please, bring my nephew back" Stiles stays silent for a second, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Do you remember that time when you asked if someone in this town could stay dead?" he asks, and waits for the other man to confirm that he, indeed, remembers. "Well, let's hope the answer is still no".

Stiles has to save the day once again, but he doesn't want the recognition for it.

Nothing Ever Stays Dead by Violet_Michelle

(22/22 I 79,189 I Mature I Sterek)

Following Derek’s death, Eli took the Jeep and went to find the only person he thought could get his dad back.

Yoda Said It Best by OKDeanna, thePurebloodPrat

(21/21 I 99,128 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale knows he as a problem. Contrary to what some might believe, he isn’t stupid. He knows the Jeep has meaning to him, real meaning. The kind of meaning that he doesn’t want to think about, let alone stop and have to analyze. Except… his son keeps pushing him about it, prodding at him, and then before Derek knows it, Stiles is back in Beacon Hills, driving the one thing in the world Derek wishes he never had to set eyes on again. If Derek isn’t careful, he could open himself up to a fall, and that would affect more than just his son but also his own traitorous heart. Because with Stiles back, Derek finally has hope again, and its making him want the things he knows better than to ever crave: a home, a future, a life—love.

One-Sentence Premise: To find the happiness they both crave, a lonely stressed-out single dad and a disillusioned FBI agent must confront their shared past and accept the feelings that have always existed between them.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #dad!derek #bamf!stiles #anon

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uhgood-girl · 8 months

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why jikook?

i've been asking myself this a lot recently bc well, why them? why not tkook? or ynmin? hell, jihope even, they're underrated as hell honestly, have you seen that hot tub video? hobi was ready to unhinge his jaw to swallow jimin whole (and who (jk) could blame him.)

but jikook, in a not joking way, hits different. they always have. it's been years at this point that i've been deep in this rabbit hole (within the larger bts rabbit hole, my god, how deep does it go) but i don't recall making the conscious decision to fall in.

maybe a little background?

i'm a fake love army. actually, if we're getting technical, i'm an outro tear army bc it was in the comments of the freshly released fake love music video that i saw someone recommend outro tear if i enjoyed fake love and then it was over for me. extremely not fake love at first listen, who's voice is second on this track? i NEED to know. i'm a yoongi/rapline bias to this day. fake love still fucks though, don't get me wrong, it's a never skip for me.

for that first year and then some, i consumed backlogged content like it was my day job. i am a prone to hyper-fixations hermit, basically, who was going to stop me? my therapist? nah, she picks her battles.

i watched everything i could get my grubby little hands on like someone would be testing me on it later. (shoutout qdeoks, you were so real) i didn't open stan twitter for the first time till probably the end of 2018, really just in time to be slapped in the face full force with the shitshow that was a hate campaign against these boys i was deeply invested in by then, the likes of which i had never experienced in an online space up to that point. it was a truly, truly wild era, don't ever let anyone tell you differently.

all that to say, i've been here for a hot minute and i developed my own first impressions on bts and the members as individuals in a vacuum. no one had to point jikook out to me, they stuck out on their own.

potentially relevant disclaimer before we continue: i am really really queer. i grew up in the united states conservative deep south and had to change high schools my sophomore year bc i was outed and then violently ostracized for being in a relationship with my same sex best friend at the time. it is safe to say i have a lot of feelings about and experience even when it comes to having to be low key (understatement lol) about who you love. i am not here just to make my barbies kiss.

actually, on that note, jikook wouldnt even be my chosen barbies out of bts. if we're in true fantasy delulu hours here, i would want yoonjin to be real. god, that would be the stuff, they're so old married as it is. peak romance.

i think the first place jikook ever truly caught my attention were the memories dvds. jimin has always been a sweet, bby angel taking care of all his members but i remember thinking that he seemed to pay a little extra, special attention to jungkook. and of course, why not, jk's the maknae after all. all of them have always been doting on him and deservedly so. but in those briefly shown really serious, quiet moments, jimin was often first in line. a spot very easy for him to obtain tbh as jk never seemed to be very far from him anyway. maybe if you've never in real time lived the satellite jeon accusations (hi pandemic army, bless you, i hope you make it to 2025 when we have them all back without restrictions) you might find them easier to dismiss but it was so consistent back then in all of the content being released. and once noticed, i don't know how anyone ever un-notices it. but i was in deep before i even realized the water was boiling.

should i talk about why not tkook? or ynmin, for me? i'm just pulling those as examples bc i know they're the popular contenders here but all joking in the beginning of this post aside, none of the other members interpersonal relationships, in any configuration (sadly, RIP yoonjin romance), have ever struck me as anything other than puppy crush/deep friendship/family. and that's not bc i don't think over half of those men aren't queer in some form or fashion because WHEW, that is an entirely different post and we simply do not have the time to unpack rn but it's not for lack of looking.

i started in a vacuum, but i have by no means stayed there, i walked in all of those front doors and sat down and said "convince me." i've got the time and lack of life, i am ready to be won over. what have i missed?

to this day i still regularly try and check my own confirmation bias, i'm obviously looking for jikook at this stage but i'm still ready on my toes if any of the others want to get crazy. (yoonjin i am rooting for you, we're all rooting for you)

and i'm not here to really persuade or sway anyone one way or another either. there are a 1000 other blogs on this site that can probably offer you better explanations, specific clips, and detailed break downs of moments throughout the years and even then people are going to see what they want to see. i just wanted to write some of my own thoughts down finally.

though...i guess if i had to point to any one single piece of "evidence" it would definitely be tried and true gcf tokyo? but if watching that the first time didn't ring through you like a gunshot, i def don't think there's anything i could say beyond that.

honestly, i think so much of "why jikook" for me boils down to the pit in the bottom of my stomach that i used to get when i first began to notice them. when i got past the initial warm fuzzies inspired by the sincerity of their interactions, my immediate second emotion was concern.

i remember the first time i heard some of the other boys make an offhand joke about them being a couple and i got anxious, fast. i thought hide, hide better, please be safe. i began to pay extra attention to the other members in general too when jikook would do things and felt like i could sometimes see a similar anxiety to my own in their expressions. for a long time, i just worried about them and where i saw other people rejoice in their more obvious moments, i was slow to celebrate.

despite my initial hesitation, it's now been about 5 years since the first time they ever made me double take. they're a few years younger than me but i feel like we've been growing up together. (parasocial? idk her.) they're less conspicuous these days, and for lots of obvious reasons, but i feel like overall, their confidence in themselves and each other is quite high. i know that's probably a funny thing to say in light of this last week especially, but i stand by it. i've seen this song and dance before. i have managed my own expectations in the past, taken full steps back only to be beaten anew over the head so many times with enough "coincidences" i felt borderline foolish to try and deny anything. jikook are truly some sort of neuro-spicy pattern recognition drug, i swear.

and i've never really gotten to talk about any of this with anyone before! i'm shy irl, and shy online apparently bc i have just been lurking around the outer lines of this circle this whole time like some creepy creep but i've decided i'm over it. fuck it. growth.gif. idk that i have anything important or new to contribute to the conversation but my god, no one else seems to let that stop them so i might as well take my turn on the soapbox, no?

so 📢 JIKOOK REAL (?) jikook sus. jikook make bandaged queer little heart go boom boom.

#jikook #kookmin #hi hello welcome to the personal jikook ted talk literally no one asked for #in this essay i

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florenceafternoon · 5 months

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Really, we shouldn’t be surprised by now but I have more amazing jily AU fics to share because the writers of this fandom are incredibly talented and I have my screen report to prove it.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

serendipity by desperateforsanity (on ao3)

Modern college/uni AU. Dearest Students and Staff, I am pleased to announce Hogwarts University’s fourth annual Pen Pal Program. Upperclassmen and sophomores likely remember and cherish the memories of their previous penpals and are excited to make another friend this year.

TW: for the later chapters for discussions of grief and its effects on one's mental well-being. For the most part, though this is a fun fic full of great banter!

The Frenzied Misadventures of Balcony Man and Window Woman by @clare-with-no-i

prompt: "It's 3am why are you outside my window- are you trying to rob me?"

It feels necessary to preface this entire thing with the fact that, yes, James had good reason to be dangling precariously from a third-floor balcony, and anyone who says differently is simply attempting to smear his good name.

At least, that’s the story he’s sticking to.

Hijinks & Shenanigans

mellow is the man (who knows what he's been missing) also by @/ clare-with-no-i

Earl's Court. 24th May, 1975. Led Zeppelin live in concert like you've never seen them before.

FEATURING: prolonged eye contact, deeply metaphoric descriptions of cigarette smoke, painful levels of detail about makeup, and a special one-time performance by Two Teens In Love! OR: the "we made eye contact at a Led Zeppelin concert but my friends pulled me away to mosh before I could come say hello" AU

So when I say that I saw this unfold frame by frame in my head, I mean the writing is on another level. The way that I could almost smell Earl Court ... I regret waiting so long to read it. Also, found out this is written by the same author as one of my favourite jily fics foreigner’s god so that explains it “I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” ― Sally Rooney, Normal People

but he’s a little bit too far away by @firefeufuego

Historical AU. A decade after they met as cadets for The Times, the toll of James chasing stories in war zones is starting to hit home for Lily.

Taking A Shot At You by @annabtg

Modern AU. Lily Evans, pharmacist, has to work all day and night on New Year's Eve - and ends up ringing in the new year with a bloke who just got himself a dog bite.

The Right Track by BeeDaily (on ao3)

Co-workers modern AU. When James is first handed the train ticket, his immediate reaction is to laugh openly in his father's face.

the horoscope by lirians

Modern AU. James stops momentarily to give way to a bunch of rambunctious teenagers on the pavement before he regains his step. Lily has come to a halt a bit further, waiting on him.

“Horoscopes?” he asks as they move onwards. He’s relieved that any awkwardness between them is apparently gone. “How so?”

“Marly sent me mine this week because it said I would meet someone from the past again,” she explains. “I’m still not sold on the idea of it, but isn’t this weird?”

I was inspired to read this by this art

The Falcon and The Squid by @jfleamont

There's a Lego Millennium Falcon that needs to be built. There's also a bet, a ring and a bike.

Put it all together and what do you get?

Leda's jily will always be a favourite of mine. They're idiots in love your honour

Glastonbury by elanev91 (on ao3)

Prompt: we're at a music festival and you crawled into my tent when drunk and fell asleep, now you've woken up bewildered and to be honest I should be more annoyed but you're just so good looking

One Day at Time by @sweeethinny

Single-mum-lily AU. One day at a time is the mantra Lily uses to keep peace inside her mind, but there are days when it's simply impossible and in the end all she needs is a glass of wine, a cozy hug with her boyfriend, and a serious talk with her son.

Note that you can read this as a stand-alone one shot but it's part of a series that takes place in this AU

For All My Life by aheartcalledhome & SecondJadeofLan (on ao3)

When saving the bees ends in a happy family.

pumpkins and blueberries by evotter (on ao3)

Modern soulmate AU. In which Lily Evans hates puzzles, Marlene McKinnon is a coffee-making goddess, and the stuffy manager with the unkempt hair just so happens to be Lily's soulmate. In the wise words of Mary Macdonald, nothing is scarier than a relationship. Especially if it's with your soulmate.

After Moon by lovesickjily (on ao3)

When the universe sent Lily back in time for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t realise that she’d fall for the charming, messy-haired Prince along the way, nor did she realise that she’d see him once again.

here's to never growing up by elixirsoflife (on ao3)

Chat fic where a group chat documents the lives of four highly dramatic teenage boys as they navigate their A Levels.

Or, like, die trying.

Okay, I rarely ever read chat fics, they're just not my thing. BUT this one had me wheezing on my way to school. It's crack. Just treat it like crack

Ice Baby also by elixirsoflife

Modern college/uni AU. In his defence, James never expected to meet his soulmate at thirteen minutes past eleven on a Sunday morning when he’s aiming a puck at Sirius’ balls.

Or: call me sweetheart again and I'll punch you in the throat.

Not a Clue by PotterandEvans (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily stood in the doorway of the flat, looking at the boy in front of her. She had spent most of the last two years keeping her distance from the annoying piece of work, staying away from his ego mostly. “Come in.” She said, stepping away from the doorway to let him into the flat that she usually shared with Remus.

"Ah, so kind." James muttered as he walked inside, his heavy bag weighing him down. This really was not the ideal situation, for either of them. But he had nowhere else to go, so staying with Lily Evans it was going to have to be.

they were zoommates (requires an ao3 account) by elanev91 (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily's on lockdown and, because she can't help herself, signs herself up for a whole bunch of extra (and free) work with her ad agency. Minerva, her boss, assigns a cheeky social media manager to her team to help her. Also, Marlene discovers TikTok (this is nowhere near as important to the narrative as its inclusion here suggests).

And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies!) by @wearingaberetinparis

Fame AU. Lily Evans is a Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and global superstar, who recently broke up from her latest and long-term actor boyfriend Amos Diggory. James Potter is a professional football player who plays as a forward for Manchester United and has never been quiet about his celebrity crush: Lily Evans. When Lily Evans thus plays at Wembley Stadium - a place he is more than familiar with due to his being part of the England team - he just has to go and see her perform, embracing his inner, besotted fan boy, while the woman on stage is completely oblivious to his presence. Or is she?

The most unrealistic part was man u winning (but it's James so that explains it). Regardless, I started this fic while waiting for my final grades from last year to come through, and while they were disappointing, this sure wasn't. I was crying so hard that I fell asleep. Then I woke up and continued the fic and suddenly I was giggling along with Lilly. Anything and everything Mary writes is a masterpiece. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story.

it continues (the beginning doesn't matter) by whitesunlars (on ao3)

She is the last person he expected at his door at that exact moment, despite feeling unsure about the fact that she managed to track down his address, he agrees to go out to coffee with her. A lot could be said about James Potter, but nobody could claim that he had good self-preservation skills.

They meet in a bar. Mistakes happen. They learn to keep going.

#jily fic rec #jily #jple #lily evans #james potter

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goddessofmischief · 7 months

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AUGUST (SHANKS X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read, and please leave a comment when you've finished!

It took six weeks and a shipwreck to get you into the arms of the man that you loved, and you didn't regret a thing.

Little known pirate fact: the Oro Jackson's final resting place is a little island in the murkier side of the East Blue, far from pirates or Marines or anything at all. Here it lies to this day.

It arrived at this spot on a fated morning on an afternoon in August, when you, Shanks and Buggy were embroiled in the most terrible of arguments.

The tension had not dissipated from the days earlier, when Shanks had unceremoniously declared himself Captain, and Buggy was comfortable voicing his feelings - almost all of his feelings - out in the open now.

Starting with this one.

"We're not moving fast enough," Buggy complained. He had this particular feeling a lot.

"The ship can only go so fast. You know that," Shanks chided, jokingly. "...You've been on it for years."

"You know that's not what I mean. The One Piece is out there and we're supposed to be trying to claim it - now everyone's trying to claim it, aren't they? - but we're still wandering."

"We're preparing for the journey!"

"Oh, sure, like we really need all these maps. The only one that we really need is the map to the Grand Line, and we haven't even gotten it yet."

Shanks had been dispatching the two of you out for maps for the past few months, and many of your efforts had ended unsuccessfully. Buggy was beginning to tire of it.

"We're doing the best we can, Bugs, you know that," you tried, and Buggy cut you off.

"'You know that,'" Buggy imitated, and you and Shanks blinked at him with wide, vacuous eyes. "You two are even beginning to sound like each other, you know that? What, do you two get off on bullying me?"

"Yes," said Shanks, at the same time you said "No, of course not."

"No, of course not," Shanks amended, all too late.

"Fine," Buggy snapped, grabbing his satchel.

"Hey, where're you going-"

"You're not threatening to leave again, are you?"

"No, idiots! I'm going down to the port for a drink. Don't join."

You and Shanks sighed, exchanging weary looks with each other as Buggy departed the ship.

"So... what do you wanna do while we wait?"

...

"Careful," you warned idly, watching Shanks jerk the captain's wheel from one side to the next.

"Sorry, I'm just - I'm still getting the hang of this, I'm not used to steering-"

"It's alright," you assured him. "We're all learning things."

He had promised you there was an especially appealing island close by - something he'd discovered on his own and was anxious to share with you.

"Maybe you could let me try-"

"It's fine, I got it-"

"Shanks, let me steer-"

"I can do it-"

"What are you trying to prove?!"

"Nothing!"

The ship found that island, alright. It slammed right into the rocks in front of it.

"Oh, my God," you uttered, hand covering your mouth. Shanks stared ahead in total disbelief.

The ship was wrecked. You crashed. The ship was crashed. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. Buggy would never forgive you.

It was your fault.

It wasn't really - you would realize this, later on - but in the moment, that's how it felt.

"Shanks?" You shook him a little. He was seemingly catatonic, still staring straight ahead at the rocks.

"We..."

You nodded, grimly, trying to get him alert again.

"Come on, we're stuck. We have to figure something out."

...

Well, at least it was a nice island to be stuck in.

You and Shanks started a fire on the beach, after hours of searching and confirming there didn't seem to be anyone else on the island.

"Can't believe we wrecked it," Shanks mused. "It was the only home I've ever known."

"...Buggy's going to kill us."

Shanks glanced at you, a hint of amusement on his face.

"That's really what you're worried about?"

"Aren't you?"

"I think I'm more concerned with how we're going to get off this island. I'm beginning to realize that we can't. I guess we could try swimming out, but- no, it's too deep."

"So, we're stuck?"

Shanks confirmed your worry with a weary nod.

"We're stuck."

...

You didn't speak to each other again for another four days.

There was enough fruit on the island to live on, enough water stored on the wrecked Oro Jackson. The two of you could barely look at each other, repulsed by the shame of what you had done.

On the fifth day, you began to worry.

"Shanks?" you called out, shouting his name loud enough that he should have heard it. "Shanks, look, we better start making more permanent plans-"

He didn't respond.

"Shanks, come on, I don't wanna fight-"

You stopped dead in your tracks. Your brain couldn't handle what you had saw.

Shanks, flat on the ground under a palm tree.

You realized he must've fallen - the flares beside him indicated he was trying to call for help - your fault again, everything is awful and it's your fault, Shanks was dead and it was all your fault.

"No," you whispered, breath scarcely escaping your body. You collapsed to the ground, searching his face for signs of life, cradling his head in you hands. "Wake up, please, wake up- please, I need you to come back, I don't want to be alone-"

Shanks coughed, suddenly breathing again, and you realized with a rush of relief that he'd only been unconscious. His eyes scanned over you, a little smile teasing at the edge of his lips.

"Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?"

You cried in relief, not even having the energy to make fun of his stupid remarks.

"No, you idiot, you're here on earth with me."

Shanks noticed your hand was resting over his heart, and he brought his own hand up to meet it.

"You were crying over me?" he asked, cockily. You shook your head as the tear tracks staining your face betrayed you.

"I thought you were dead."

"I think I was."

"Did you see Roger?" you asked, almost laughing.

"I don't think I was dead long enough," he said. "I had to come back, you see. Had to be where you were."

As long as you had known Shanks, you had carried with you a indecipherable ache. It was today that the ache finally rose out of you, and today that you bent your face down far enough to connect your lips to his - on purpose, this time. He met them.

"We're still stuck on this island, you know," you murmured, finally pulling away.

His eyes sparkled.

"I'd forgotten."

...

For the next three weeks, your life was a montage of sun-drenched beaches, bare shoulders and tanned skin. Water everywhere, sand in everything. Salt air stung your tongue and infused all your kisses.

You barely felt like a pirate anymore. Life was that good. You felt more like a creature of the sea, tossed by the waves, unbothered by the silly human things that had once so concerned you - what One Piece? What Buggy? What Mihawk? You and Shanks were connected by everything, ebbing and flowing out of each other like it was the only thing that made sense.

Despite this backdrop of love, there was one thing that was clear. You were going to die. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. The water from the ship would run out, and the fruit would run out, and then there would be no more left, and you and he would merely be skeletons left scattered on the shore, then dust.

"I can't even regret it," you sighed, head on his chest. "Not with everything that's happened."

"Do you think Buggy will miss us?"

"I don't know," you said with a guilty pang. "I guess I hadn't thought of him for awhile. I wish I could let him know what became of us. Mihawk, too."

"Could you not talk about Mihawk during moments like this?"

You laughed, kissing him lightly on the nose.

"I wonder how many sunrises we have left."

"Enough," he said, and after that the talking ended.

...

Little did you know, Buggy hadn't slept for weeks.

Okay, hadn't slept was an overexaggeration - he had little winks now and then, just a few, just to keep himself alive. He'd be no good to you or Shanks dead.

He'd been to four islands by now, and had scoured every one of them. What he really couldn't understand is how the Oro Jackson could have gone anywhere unnoticed. The citizens of the island he had been on recalled it in the port, when you dropped him off, and then it vanished like a ghost. The one ship every Marine in the world was looking for, and not one person would admit to seeing it.

It was killing him.

He couldn't imagine what had happened to you - Shanks, too, but he worried more for you, mostly for the reason that he was sure you would never leave him on purpose. It was possible for Shanks to have left, but you, too? Wouldn't happen.

The thought crossed his mind, once or twice, that the two of you had gotten sick of him and run away together, but it seemed impossible after how desperately you'd tried to keep him from leaving. You wouldn't just leave him now.

Maybe you were kidnapped. Or hungry. Or cold. Or-

Wait, was that the ship?

"Buggy!" he heard a chorus of familiar voices call out, frantically waving their arms on the beach. A familiar burst of red hair was immediately apparent amongst the grains of white sand.

"What the... the hell," he muttered, rowing the small boat he'd attained to look for you beside the crashed ship. He'd never realized how absolutely massive it was until it was in pieces. Even now, weeks later, rotted wood planks scattered the shore.

"Buggy!"

He barely had a moment to climb out of the boat and throw his oars aside before you and Shanks barreled towards him at full speed, both locking him in a tight embrace.

"You saved us," you whispered, burying your face in the nape of his neck. Shanks hugged him gratefully, too. It felt good having both of you back again. For a little while, Buggy had feared he would have to walk the world alone.

"What the hell happened?"

"Crashed," you explained, your cheeks flushed from the excitement.

"Did it just... did you not see the rocks?"

You shook your head, still completely overwhelmed.

"We thought we were going to die."

"I was beginning to think you were already dead!"

"You saved us," you emphasized, salt water stinging your eyes. "I could kiss you."

Buggy's face went blank, as did yours. Clumsily, you reached over and gave him a peck on the cheek, and smiled. In one fluid motion, you pulled back, and Shanks looped his arm around your waist. You and Shanks glanced at each other, still grinning, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

That was the moment he knew something had changed. Something was different, since the last time he'd seen you.

"You guys..." he tried to put the words together. "You guys... what, uhh, what did you guys do for six weeks?"

Buggy had a few guesses.

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#shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x you #buggy #buggy x reader #op buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #it was rare i was there

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kaizenkhaos · 5 months

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Over the Airwaves: A Harringrove Xmas Fic

Okay so you know how it goes. You see a post reblogged from a fellow Harringrover (if that's the term...hmmm...I'm not sure but hey ho XD) and all of a sudden the mind gremlins go yes....do it. Write a nearly 4K fic inspired by it. Or kinda. It's more adjacent to it. In this case, I saw a post reblogged by @avalonlights about Michael Buble and that sent me down a rabbit hole of Robin and Steve hosting a radio show and a certain someone or someones ringing in with requests. Though it does give me ideas for another fic for later or maybe next year now XD So Merry Christmas everyone! ^^ Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, have fun, stay safe and for those of you who struggle during this time of year, my thoughts are with you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four Days before Christmas Day...

"And that was 'So This is Christmas' by John Lennon. Coming up, we have the much beloved listeners' request section. But now, here's a few words from our sponsors." It was the run up to Christmas and Steve was working. Like every god darn Christmas he could remember since finishing at Hawkins High. Sure, the money wasn't bad and it stopped him from sitting alone in a big house, wishing that he could just chill in the pool and forget about the rest of the world, but….there was just somethin' about this time of year that set his teeth on edge. Maybe it was cos his parents had once again gone away from the holidays, leaving him with a Christmas tree laden with presents but no one to see him open them. Maybe it was the fridge full of food which they'd left for him which he'd stuff in the oven and try and not forget about. Or maybe it was the fact that each and every year, someone had actually asked him over to their place. And he lied about having somewhere already to go. Cos he didn't wanna be a burden, ruin a good time. If he was gonna be miserable, he'd be miserable alone. He was so tired of putting a brave face on things. But maybe what he really needed to do was bite the bullet and say yes. Being alone the past years had sucked.

Four days until the day of the most wonderful time of the year. According to many and that one song which they kept being asked to play most days. Christmas songs were the bread and butter of the airwaves for Radio Hawkins in December, most DJs chosing to play different varieties but some of the songs remained the same. The staple diet of a nation ready for the holidays and to eat and drink more in the name of good old Saint Nic. Steve and Robin had been given the afternoon slot, just before the prime time DJ, and so were kinda the warm up act before the main event. It meant that they could get away with playing some obscurities but overall, it was more the popular stuff, both classic and modern as well as the old curveball to keep them on their toes.

"Line one dingus, you're up to bat." It didn't matter that they were no longer the sailors hauling scoops at Scoops Ahoy, dingus had stuck. But it wasn't in the manner in which he'd been labelled at first. Now it was more affection than insult, just one of the many insider jokes and banter the pair now had.

Nodding, Steve looked over at the producers, giving the good old thumbs up and it was time for his sultry (and apparently sexy according to some listeners) tones to smooth over the airwaves.

"And we're back with more holidays hits right over the air waves at Radio Hawkins. And the section, as Robin said before the break, we all know and love. It's time to hand over to the listeners and the recommendations for your Christmas tunes." Looking at the board, he selected the button nearest to him and with a smile, started with, "Hello there dear listener, who do we have on line 1 today?"

"Hello. Can I request a song for all of the Hawkins Life guards out there? " "Sure thing, and what can we play you today?" Oh wasn't that a oh so familiar voice and a glance over at Robin told him that yep, she'd cottoned onto who it was too. They didn't even have to leave a name and they knew it. Steve wondered how red Robin was gonna get before the song would end, even before the voice continued and sealed the deal. "Could we have 'Santa baby' please Mr DJ." "That we can, thanks for your call." As the line went dead, Steve leaned over to the console to locate the song in question. Now he knew it was one which had been covered a hell of a lot; apparently one of the most covered Christmas songs ever. But no doubt the main DJ of the night would play some up-beat version and what was wrong with a bit of Eartha Kitt? "We're going with the original version?" Pulling her headset off, Robin was getting a raised eyebrow, as if this was something unexpected. She knew his leaning to the classics for these sorts of things but maybe she thought their audience would beg to differ. Although, that did make him think of…. "Yeah 'course. Why, should I have gone for the sexy Michael Buble version?" "No. Steve. Why do you…" Bingo. Deep, deep red is the result to his poking, as he made kissing noises at her and she looked like she'd have thrown a pillow at him if she had one at her disposal. Instead she just leaned over and nearly set him off his chair. An act that had the producers snorting and Steve grinning from ear to ear. Once he was straight and level back on his chair. Last year, Robin may have dragged him onto the stage for karaoke on their second work's night out together. It had been a small town bar, pretty cosy and most locals but they seemed to have known the radio station folk, so there was no hostile staring. Santa Baby had been the song Robin had chosen but not for the reasons he thought at first. Both a bit drunk, he'd just thought it was an updated upbeat version for them to stumble through. Then Robin had done a 180. No longer as shy as before but like a shot of confidence had come over here. Sassy, confident and damn…. If she'd not come out to him a couple of years previous and let her feeling about him known, that would have a time which he had gotten him paying attention. But as it was, he worked out real quickly what had caused the change, or rather who. Turned out a certain life guard had shown up, on their own work's do and yeah. Robin had already scoped her out and the song? It had been for her. It had turned out, as they'd found out later that night, the feelings had been mutual. Steve had slipped away to give them some privacy and the rest….well. They'd been dating for a year now, but every time that version of the song came on, Steve wouldn't let her live it down and Robin didn't let him get away with it.

"You're such a….." The song finished and a smirk is what Robin is faced with as she gives him that face and took over hosting duties. Whilst making it so very very clear that he was gonna pay for this later. Or one day. Who knew when, but she'd seek her revenge and he'd pay his due.

Three days until Christmas Day…

He was surprised they were both not hung over. A night out with Heather and her swim team, and member of his old swim team and many, many drinks later had left both him and Robin going home late and just about getting ready enough to be able to be coherent on the air. It had taken Steve an embarrassingly amount of time to work out their set lists and he swore at times he was getting the shakes for some reason but they were working through it. Him and Robin, the dynamic duo. They'd made the bad days work at Scoops and here, as tight as ever, they'd carry each other through it. Just as they had each other on the way home. "So, we have another caller on line two. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" They'd admittedly had some banging tunes already this slot. Some golden oldies; some Slade, some Wizard. Some modern ones and some not so Christmassy tunes too. Probably from someone who either didn't like Christmas all that much or just wanted to give others a breather for a moment. After playing a bit of T-Rex and Prince, the songs had morphed back into the season and Steve was now ready to hear what the last request of the session was gonna be. A pause on a line. This happened from time to time. When there was a bad line, a disconnect or when people just didn't know what to say, or how to start. It happened more often than he'd thought when he'd started here three years ago. Nerves on the airwaves, the thought of so many ears hearing your every word. Steve got it. He'd been the same when he'd started. Now it felt as natural as breathing. Steve patiently waited for the caller to say a word or hang up. "Santa's little helpers." Giggling floated over the line and yet another familiar sound reached Steve's ears. A sigh away from the microphone as he rolled his eyes at Robin to just get a grin back. Eyes carrrying as much mischief as the kids on the line. Well, it had only been a matter of time before one of the little shits got through. He was kinda surprised at who it was though. "Hello there Santa's little helpers. Hope you're keeping warm up there in the North Pole. What can we play for you?" "What's the North Pole?"

"Can we have 'Driving Home for Christmas'. Please."

Yep it was them and Steve just smiled, Robin shaking her head but still with that mischief in her eyes. Had she set them up to this? He had no idea if she actually had; he knew she wouldn't reveal her hand yet if she had. Or maybe it was the other who had spoken who'd decided to do it. Those two were thick as thieves after all. Either way, Steve leaned back to his microphone, the song now lined up to play.

"Sure thing. Here's 'Driving Home for Christmas' for Santa's Little Helpers. Thanks for calling."

Two days….. It had been a mistake. Two nights out in a row? He should have been able to handle it. Drink never used to be a problem. But today both him and Robin were definitely paying for it. She called it the hangover from hell but worth it. He was just wondering when the hell he'd turned his headset up. Every sound felt like it was echoing inside of his head. The only saving grace was that some of the staff on the other side of the glass had also been out, what with it being the works do, so they were all collectively on the bus together. Just trying to get through another shift before their beds came a-calling. "Line number three, thanks for calling. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" This time the voice was clearly using some sort of changer. Subtle but there seemed to be a distortion on the line which felt neither like the phone line or signal and clearly wasn't caused by a human voice. Catching Steve's glance, he hovered his finger over to the line button, just in case it turned out to be some prank caller who they'd have to boot off the air pretty quickly. Wouldn't be the first one, sadly probably wouldn't be the last. "Hi, name's "Christmas Princess" and I'd like "Last Christmas" by Wham please. Love your show, thanks for taking my call." "No problem at all Christmas Princess." He knew Robin was looking over now and he knew how; he didn't have to see it. If it wasn't written all over his face in clear sight, then it was that she knew him and his history well enough that she could feel what he was going through. This song….stung. A lot, and he knew it wasn't aimed at him or anything, but it was…such a shitty Christmas song in his opinion. Full of heartache and sorrow and memories of Christmas past. Memories of her and the special someone he wished he could have given his heart to. And the word Princess….god it remembered him so much of that asshole. Not even in town no more, could be a thousands miles. To Steve, he never was away. He was always there in his head, in his heart and he felt the whole thing stumble.That tell tale of a rip occuring again, and the feel of a soft hand under the table. Steve blinked out of his thoughts and daydreaming, looking over at Robin and the producers who were pointing at the blinking "Live" sign. Smiling at everyone, Steve hoped nothing he'd been thinking had shown on his face. One look at Robin, and he saw that it had. Damn. Him and Robin had spent so much time talking about their crushes that he was so relieved when one of them got lucky. She wanted it for him too, even if she shared his opinion on his crush (being an asshole). She wanted Steve to be happy and he wanted to be finally too.

"And that was Last Christmas. Sorry to all of you trying to avoid Whamhalla. Better luck next time folks. Now who'd we have on line six."

Christmas Eve It was Christmas eve, one last shift until Christmas Day, which turns out this year, he actually wasn't gonna be spending alone after all. He'd not realised until this morning that there were several voice messages for him at home. All of which had come from the Hendersons. Mrs Henderson had happened to bump into his mom in the supermarket or some place, and she'd let on that not only would they be out of town but Steve would be staying behind. Something about work and a boring business meeting his dad had which they didn't wanna drag him along to. So of course, the first phone call had from Mrs Henderson, asking him if he'd like to come over for xmas. The second had been just a check in and polite check in. A "It's okay if you'd rather be alone but if you could let me and Dusty know, that would be appreciated." The final one had been Dustin telling him that if he didn't come around to his on Christmas Day, then his mom was gonna bring them around. Apparently his mom must have had a change of heart; Steve not finding out the why until much later on. Outwardly he'd been annoyed, rung back. Got Henderson on the phone and huffed a "Fine Henderson. Let your mom know we already have a turkey," before putting the phone down. But as Robin started to work out which lines they were gonna to be taking calls from first and he worked through the playlist they'd already arranged for the session, Steve realised that really, now the day was actually nearly here, he was relieved. So god damn relieved that it wouldn't be another meaningless Christmas. He even felt a little bad about his tone on the phone. He should have sounded grateful, not like he was doing them a favour. Something to apologise for when he saw them in person. No more time to dwell on that though as he was on main host duties today and so it was his turn to man the lines. Nodding to Robin, she hit a button and put the caller through. Steve wondering what the next Christmas 'masterpiece' in which they would be asked/forced to play would be. "Over to line four. Hi there, what's your name and what can we play you this Merry Christmas Eve?" "Yeah, hi. This is that guy with the Camaro. I want to request a song for someone special. It's that Mariah Carey song. You know, the popular one." No……no no no. It couldn't be. It had to be….someone else right? But no. He'd know that voice anywhere in the world. The inflexion in his words, his choices, his tone. Of all the god damn people to phone in and all of the times too. And of all of the god damn shitting songs he could pick. Why this one and why this. God Damn. Station. Maybe to be fair he didn't know. He'd been gone since Starcourt. Whisked away as soon as he was well enough. Had gone to catch some sun and never come back. At times Steve wished he would have stayed like Max had done. Maybe he'd have at least had the chance to say he was sorry. Maybe he could have made things right between them. "You there amigo?" The words echoed around in his head, before a little nudge from Robin brought him back around. Concentrate….he had to just treat this as another caller. Them as anyone else who wanted a song. It didn't matter how he felt about it; he had a job to do. "Yes, sorry that guy with the Camaro. All I want for Christmas is you right?" "That's the one."

The sound of a smirk in his voice made Steve want to throw up.Throw down his headset and go cry in the staff room.He'd not felt like this in so long and it was really darn hard for him to keep it together right now.But he had to. ON with the show and then he could let it all hang out when he got home. Away from the peering eyes, away from anyone's expectations of him. Then he'd be fine for when Mrs Henderson picked him up. None the wiser. "Sure man, we'll put that right on for you. Hope that special someone likes it." "Thanks man, I know they'll be listening."

Another gut punch and it was like the Byers House all over again. All he needed was a plate smashing over his head. A squeeze of his hand and Steve takes a deep breath before slipping the headset off again. Robin quickly joining him and gently putting his and hers down on the console. "Steve….." "It's okay Robin. He's probably come back to see Max for Christmas" And this special person of his. A tight lump was gripping his throat. He hated this. All of it. Most of the staff here knew about him and Robin and it didn't bother them. It hadn't stopped them from rising up the ranks, given them their own show. Some people in Hawkins would still be reviled if they knew about the pairs' sexualities but here they were safe. And he was pretty sure some of them knew about the golden haired Cali boy that he held such a torch for. Hell, one of them had even found his mixtape in the car once. Asked him about it and then reassured him that he was okay. That it was fine. He had a friend who was gay and he was going to their wedding. That had been several months back, the first person at work Steve had even told. It still didn't make this any easier. He'd gotten worse at hiding his emotions. The dam was breaking and he was struggling to stop the water now. Luckily though, the caller was gone before the song played out and Steve managed to say a hurried thanks before Robin skillfully took over the air for the last song. Gestured for him to go and take a breather. The producers nodded and let him go, didn't mind the fact he'd had to head off early. He'd wanted to say thank you to all their listeners, to wish them a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as they wouldn't be back on the air until after the first, but he just couldn't right now. And they all knew that. Smoking hadn't been on his mind for a while, but now he fished around the bag he brought out from his locker to find the packet, slightly crumpled in a side pocket. God he needed this. God he needed….apparently a lot of things. A hug, a smile, reassuring words. A good turkey dinner and a warm fire, and family and laughter and….. At first, he ignored the buzzing of his phone. Probably just a message or a spam call or somethin'. It rang off fast enough to be either so he just stood there. Leaned against the wall and took the longest drag that he had in a real long time. Before off went his phone again, pulling against his jeans. Maybe it was Mrs Henderson. Maybe there'd been a change of plan or she needed to make sure she had the right gravy. She did like to make a fuss and always made him feel so welcome. The thought of which is what made him pull his phone out eventually. It wasn't right to keep her waiting. He'd already missed her calls and not rang her back, something else he really needed to say sorry for. But it wasn't her name that had flashed up on his screen. It was Max. Okay, that….didn't make the most sense but maybe she just wanted to wish him a Merry Christmas or….shit no, something hadn't happened had it? He'd….he'd better pick up. "Max?" "No need to sound so worried pretty boy. She's fine. Snuck out with Lucas somewhere. Probably the arcade. Dead romantic like that." Holy….shit. He couldn't stop himself from sliding down the wall, only feeling over the back of his jacket once his ass had hurt the floor. Hargrove…what the shit. He really was back in Hawkins and apparently had Max's phone on him. "Also before you lecture me, yes she has my phone. Didn't think you'd pick up if it was a strange number or anything. So, you like the song choices?"

"Song choices?" Wait choices….. Steve's face must have done a whole range of different motions as emotions rode from pillar to post. He'd rang in before. Several times. But when and…. how many times? What had he requested, other than that damn song today. The voice changer….so he'd been the shit requesting freaking Last Christmas. Now another emotion straddled the rest of them. So, was this some kinda sick joke, a wind up, a play to get him on air? He couldn't think straight. He never could around Hargrove but wasn't this typical of him? Wasn't this the usual hair playing behaviour he should have expected? Wasn't this why he liked him? Shit…. This could not be happening.

"Ah come on man? Santa baby, Driving Home for Christmas….George Michael and freaking Mariah Carey. You know how much cred I've lost just requesting that song man." "Ah great. Yeah, it totally makes sense now. You putting others up to ring mine and Robin's show and make me feel like a complete ass" "Woah woah woah amigo. No no no." A snort and then that lower tone that always made him feel like he was about to split in half. "Did you even listen to what I said to you? Listen to the lyrics of any of those songs. And here was me thinking you were a fellow music lover Harrington." Listen to the lyrics? About wanting someone, coming home to them, the whole giving someone their heart and shit and…..but it was for a special someone. All I want for Christmas is…..oh. "Get the hint yet?" His eyes darted upwards as the shadows crept over him. A familiar smile now above him. Shining ocean eyes which he thought he'd never see again. And the sound of an engine in the background and playful chatter. Max and Lucas at the arcade his ass.

"Hi there pretty boy. Look whose come back for Christmas." ……….

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove xmas fic #kaizen's kreations #inspired by others' posts

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Jeanne: Jaune how did you get only a C+ on the test we know that stuff like the back of our hands

Jaune: If we get straight A's then they will think we're prodigies and they will put us on pedestals and people will only want to be friends so we can help them

Jeanne:.... I hate it when you're right

Strategic Incompetence

Juniper: What are the greatest weak points of a, Nevermore?, Jeanne?

Jeanne: The wings; Particularly the shoulder joint.

Juniper: Correct. Jaune: The most effective way to flee from a rampaging, Grimm.

Jaune: From which kind of, Grimm?

Juniper: …

Juniper: Let’s say a… A beowulf.

Jaune: Something that can mask your sent so you can stay hidden from their superior sense of smell. Then hunker down someplace you can stay hidden.

Juniper: Correct. Jeanne: 9mm is a highly effective round to use against, Grimm: True, or false?

Jeanne: False.

Juniper: Wrong! The answer is, True!

Jeanne: While that is correct. However, the 9mm is most effective against, Creep, and Beowulf’s. It is recommended that .375 caliber rounds are used for anything else. Even larger caliber rounds should be used for larger foes, particularly against those with thicker hides.

Jaune: Recommended that most rounds a, Hunter should carry should also be, Armour Piercing.

Juniper: Uhh… Next question… Jaune!

Jaune: Yes?

Juniper: What is the average airspeed velocity of an unladen, Nevermore?

Jaune: Alpha, or Beta class, Nevermore?

Juniper: …

Juniper: Okay… H-How come you all got, B’s on your test scores?! These are all the questions you got, from that, Hunter Prep-school. You clearly know the answers to these tests. So why are you answering them wrong, are you doing it on purpose, or something?

JJ: Yes.

Juniper: …

Juniper: Okay… Why?

Jeanne: Yeah, why are we doing this again, Jaune?

Jaune: Because if we keep getting straight, A’s people will think we’re prodigies, and put us on a pedestal, and push unreasonable expectations on us. Further more, since we know things only seasoned, Hunters would know it would look suspicious. So, it is for the beat that we keep a low profile, to avoid any suspicion being place upon us.

Juniper: …

Juniper: Those… Those are some damn good reasons…

Jeanne: Yeah, I felt the same way when he said that.

Jaune: Hey, I’m just trying to keep a low profile. Considering the shear amount of stuff we know about, and the nature of the things we know about. Well, if any of it was made public, the results could be catastrophic!

Juniper: Oh, like what stuff?

Jeanne: Like if we told you it’s only a few years until yoi see your first grandchild. Imagine what would happen if we told you that?!

Juniper: G-Grandchildren…?

Jeanne: …

Jaune: Oh shit…

Juniper: H-How long until my first grandchild…?

Jeanne: Uhh…?!

Juniper: Jeanne! WHEN AM I GETTING MY FIRST GRANDCHILD?!

Jaune: Great… You’ve fucked us, Jeanne. Nice going…

Jeanne: And, not in the way I wanted us to! Oh gods, what have I done?!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay, I’m leaving. Have fun you two!

Jeanne: No wait! Jaune, come back! Come back!

Juniper: You best leave him, Jeanne. You know your brother, he’ll… Oh, how does he put it…? Ahh yes! “Death will take me before I tell you my secrets!” But, you, Jeanne… Oh hohoho~! You, Jeanne are another thing entirely. So tell me; Who’s going to give me my first grandchild~?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Help…

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc

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weyrwolfen · 4 months

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Happy Cody Day! Have Some Fic Recs

I wasn't able to finish writing anything for the 2-2-24 cause, so it seems like the least I could do was throw some recommendations for a few of my favorite Cody-centric fics into the ring to help celebrate. Enjoy!

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And Your People Shall Never Be Destroyed (complete) by independent_variables

Summary: A-017 turned and regarded him silently for a long moment. “You ask a lot of questions, Kote.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Is it really as simple as being one or the other?”

Kote bit his tongue.

‘17’s expression tightened, and he stepped forward to grip Kote’s shoulder.

“One day you’re going to ask a question you don’t like the answer to,” he said, eyes bright and burning. “And that’s when you’ll have to decide: is this a good thing, or a bad thing?”

My Comments: Features a whole slew of precocious CC cadets dealing with the horror show that is Kamino, but Cody is the POV character for the first, longest fic in this multi-story series. Heartbreaking with a happy, hopeful ending.

First Choice (complete) by smilebackwards

Summary: The clones get to choose their Jedi generals.

My Comments: This series has three fics in it, and while the first one is Obi-Wan-centric, the next two are from Cody's POV. The first two are a bit more serious in tone, while the last one is basically Cody's brothers relentlessly trolling him.

Shippy Fics (nothing explicit, because those fics are between me, God, and probably some overworked Ao3 website volunteers):

Our Own Choices (WIP Cody/Obi Wan) by heartofroses112

Summary: CC-2224 made the choice. Cody had to live with it. The Commander... well, he was prepared to burn the galaxy down as penance.

Or, Cody decides to leave the Empire, but that doesn't stop his past decisions from haunting him. In the midst of trying to repent for the crimes he 'willingly' committed, Cody may very well start a rebellion against the Empire while he's at it.

My Comments: Can it really be called shippy if we're 88 chapters in and the tagged pairing hasn't actually laid eyes on one another? Anyway, Codywan is pretty clearly endgame, if that either is or distinctly is not your thing. I'm mostly here for my catnip, which is the post-Clone Wars clone rebellion angle.

Our Caches and Constellations (complete Cody/Obi-Wan) by johanneb

Summary: Eleven years ago, the Jedi order got wind of the closing pincers of a Sith trap and scattered to the remote corners of the galaxy. Ten years ago, millions of clone commanders and troopers were introduced as the Republic’s new Army, made for fighting a war alongside people the galaxy seemed to be forgetting ever existed. Nine months ago, Commander Cody decided he was no longer going to risk his men's lives for the whims of clueless generals. Now, his decision to save a boy and a man in the desert, and the plan he comes up with to get away with it, will change the galaxy.

My Comments: Cody quiet quits the Empire as a prelude to loudly quitting the Empire, which is a lot easier in an AU where all space flight and communications technology is steampunk-y and fairly slow. Very creative world building.

100% open to receiving some recs too. I know both shippy recs were Codywan, but I'm not actually all that attached to that ship over any other. Happy @codyday2224 everyone!

#commander cody #cody day 2224 #cody day #coday #cc 2224 #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction

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reading update: november 2023

hiiiii, sorry I'm late! I know we're a week past November now, but I've been busy! and struggling to pull my mental health out of an absolute crevasse! I think I've mostly made it at this point, but unfortunately my month of seasonal affective woe did leave me with a pretty paltry reading list for the month of November :/

not that I have a quota to hit, but I'm getting back into reading with a PASSION now and I'm hoping to get a few more really great novels in before the year ends!

what have I been reading?

Exquisite Corpse (published as Poppy Z. Brite, currently known as William Martin, 1996) - man, you guys know how I love a fucked up little story about some nasty freaks? this is a FUCKED UP story about the NASTIEST freaks. gay serial killer Andrew escapes a life sentence in England by faking his own death and flees to America, where he lands in New Orleans and promptly meets a man named Jay, who is - holy shit, what are the odds? ALSO a gay serial killer! they get along like a house on fire, setting their sights immediately on a beautiful young runaway drug deal name Tran who has his sights set on Jay. but Trans' ex-boyfriend, Luke, a bitter writer turned pirate DJ dying of AIDS, is also up in the mix, complicating things for everyone. the tone is unrelentingly gruesome but beautifully written and frequently funnier than should be possible. certainly not a book for everyone, with about every possible trigger warning on the table, but god. WHAT a ride. I savored every second.

Unmasking Autism: Discovering the New Faces of Neurodiversity (Devon Price, 2022) - any hype you've heard about this book is absolutely worth it. Price is really exemplifying the excellence that comes from in-group writing, the magic that happens when people with firsthand experience living a life outside The Norm infiltrates academia and get the credentials to be recognized as the experts they are. I can't speak to the experience of reading this book as an autistic person, but as someone who's often the token allistic among my friends it clarified things that I had never even thought to wonder about with straightforward, accessible style and firsthand understanding. also, hey, it's so cool to see a book just straight-up advocating for autistic people to get more autistic and worry less about appeasing the allistic people around them. Dr. Price writes great advice, and I strongly recommend checking out this book and more of his work here. reading this also made me absolutely feral to check out Price's first book, Laziness Does Not Exist, so expect notes on that soon!

Momfluenced: Inside the Maddening, Picture-Perfect World of Mommy Influencer Culture (Sara Petersen, 2023) - listen, we can be honest here: that title is too long. but the read is worth it, even if I do have some mixed feelings about Petersen's messaging. she's not a momfluencer, but she is a mom who has been and still is very invested in momfluencers, letting that fascination fuel this book's creation. I found Petersen a bit too quick to come to the defense of influencing as a profession, which could grate. yes, women influencers are often the targets of a particular hostility that certainly stems from misogyny. yes, it certainly is true that being a full-time Instagram poster on top of raising living human children requires a lot of time and effort, which I guess does make it a "real job". but there are lots of "real jobs" that I disrespect on principle, and influencers are certainly on the list. Petersen has analysis on the stark hegemony of momfluencers, particularly the insidious white supremacy that controls which mothers are seen as aspirational, and she's certainly not lacking in self-reflection about the role momfluencers have played in her own parenting decisions, but it would have been nice to see more pushback on the concept of influencers existing at all, not just creating space for more diverse moms to take up the title. having said that: the chapter in which Petersen reflects on her own mother's lifelong dissatisfaction and grapples with learning to see her mother as a person, rather than just a perfectly happy crafty homemaker, was one of the most riveting things I've ever read and attacked me right in my own maternal baggage. she's a chatty writer who sometimes pulls back the conversational curtain to say the most haunting shit you've ever read in your life, particularly if you're like me and regard motherhood as a sort of horror movie scenario.

Unfortunately Yours (Tessa Bailey, 2023) - god, more like UNFORTUNATELY THIS BOOK, am I right? Unfortunately Yours was November's romance novel, which I finally got around to reading after it was gifted to me this summer by my housemate who clearly hates me. I already bitched about it at length in this month's hater roundup over on my Patreon, but god. jesus christ. I've had a lot of fun reading romance novels that are pretty charmingly crappy, but Bailey just fucking sucks. this book has it all: incessant references to the size difference between our hulking he-man protag and his itty bitty love interest, WEIRD gender dynamics, the most half-assed alleged "enemies-to-lovers" I've ever seen (they just kind of don't get along, it's nothing), convoluted fake marriage, "witty" "banter" that really reads like Bailey has never heard two clever or funny people talk to each other before and has to guess, and some viscerally upsetting sex scenes including one that takes place IN THE MIDDLE OF A FLASH FLOOD. also, the male protag is a war criminal. nobody ever shuts up about how he's an ex-Navy SEAL, but they never seem to want to talk about what SEALs actually do. might be kind of a boner killer.

what am I reading now?

The Bandit Queens (Parini Shroff, 2023) - I started this novel a couple days ago and I'm absolutely devouring it; I've got about 100 pages left and cannot wait to see how the story resolves. it's tremendous fun but also hits on emotional depths that I didn't expect going into a black comedy about rural Indian women killing their husbands! I'm very excited to finish it up and talk about it in my next recap; I think it's one of my favorite novels of the year for sure.

Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror (edited by Jordan Peele, 2023) - I meant to read this for October but oops, there were too many holds at the library! regardless, the stories have been nothing but bangers so far.

Small Game (Blair Braverman, 2022) - I haven't started this novel yet, but it's been on my list for a while and after listening to several of Braverman's guest episodes on You're Wrong About in a row, I had to check it out. her episode on the Flight 571 crash in the Andes almost had me in tears; cannot recommend it enough.

#bookblr #reading updates

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reijean v-day 💝⚔️

see vee's prompt graphic for this. i tag anyone in any fandom, i want to hear about your OTP!!

💝 favorite canon scene:

these panels in the 57th scouting expedition right here.

in the anime the only internal monologue we get is from jearmin, which is a big rewatch tell of oh shit! why are reiner's thoughts private (armored hehe). but the ONE time, ONE time we get reiner's thoughts in this arc in the manga... it's about jean. and it's not like he takes over narration like armin did when he encounters annie alone, or like jean does once these three meet up. it's just one stray 💭 of "jean really... is different."

sure, other characters note jean's maturity since joining the corps, but recognition from reiner stands out here as a vote of confidence from marcel!reiner, AND four years later: when he still describes jean as "an irresponsible jerk who only ever thought of himself," even though reiner knows first hand that jean grew so, so much after trost. and it's his fault.

💝 a song that reminds you of them:

i previously posted SASAMI's I Was a Window, but another one that screams reijean to me is Till Death by Japanese Breakfast. briefly, it's about marriage, but she wrote a whole book about the context that this song and her relationship come from, which i highly recommend.

so many images in it are so post-rumbling to me: "get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship," (the studio recording starts with ocean sounds); "sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia"; "your embrace healing my wounds / teach me to breathe, teach me to move." the beginning of verse 2, "steering on hostile waves of panic, like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right" makes me think of a later jbrekkie song, Slide Tackle, which IS reiner.

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💝 favorite official picture/graphic:

back to back on the vol. 32 alliance cover baby!!

💝 favorite fanfic:

i have to say two:

vermin by @oxygenbefore1775: delicious cadet days, delicious fucked up time in reiner POV, delicious, smart tangling with the technological/material/cultural gaps between the walls and the rest of the world. how much of RBA's deep cover is culture shock? the total lack of guile jean has while running roughshod over the land mines in reiner's head with just "bunny." god.

from shiganshina with love by @fromriches-tosin: this is really the one that lured me in. it feels like a locked room, three-hander play, when even being in the wide open air (well, not reiner) is claustrophobic because two characters are intertwined and dug into one another. and as someone who has inhaled shelves' worth of eruri fic and doujinshi, vee's levi is one of my favorites.

💝 favorite fanart:

oh, this and everything by @mikibagels. one thing about reijean that goes so hard is jean's growth spurt, cadet and post-rumbling reijean both have height difference. similar vein, @valmendy illustrating reiner's flirting from never let me go: "i feel like i missed out on my little brother growing up." hello???

💝 why i ship:

i binged the anime so late, just in time for season 4, and when the finale came out i could hardly think of anything other than "we're scouts, we don't know when to quit."

back in my day (i'm turning 27 this month), one dude beating up another in shounen launched a ship, a fleet of ships, and kept it afloat for years, but yams gave us their more obvious, huge interactions in the last... fifteen chapters. but there's so much history between them that screams to be noticed on initial reread and rewatch: the reijearmin (horrendous throuple name) date that was the female titan arc, that jean keeps his cool when the 104th hop on the armored as reibert and ymir try to flee, the whole return to shiganshina, the echo i come back to of "the jean kirchstein i know only thinks of himself."

with jean's OVA, they're the characters whose moms we see the most of besides carla jaeger??? the difference between karina and jean's mother is vast, yet their sons turned out so similar, despite it all. so caring, so haunted by that care. jean takes his leadership in the post-time skip survey corps so seriously, he agonizes over his field leadership in trost, while reiner feels like he killed marcel and bertolt and doomed annie, and in his lowest, lowest moments still manages to protect and worry for falco and gabi.

also, another big why: you people. this is such a cozy pontoon. 😘 happy valentine's day!!!

#reijean #jeanrei #reiner x jean #jean x reiner #aottxt #reiner #☽

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As requested, here’s the fourth chapter of my latest Shiggy fic, Losing Streak. I update more regularly on Wattpad and ao3, so check there for more chapters! I’m also happy to take requests so dm me if you’ve got one <3

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Warning: Sexual content, non-con elements

You decided to skip the rest of your classes that day. It wasn't like you could've actually focused anyway. You received a few concerned replies from your professors after your initial email letting them know you'd be absent. It wasn't like you to miss a lecture.

You laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon. You didn't even bother getting up to turn a light on once the sun had set, instead letting your bedroom remain dimly lit by the blue light of your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through social media. It was a pathetic attempt to try and distract yourself from what you'd be doing later that night.

No matter how many hair tutorials and life hack videos you watched, you still couldn't shake the questions that bounced around inside your head. How did those photos come into existence? How could you stop them from being spread? And, most importantly, was there a way to do it without having to fuck Shigaraki?

You weren't sure what was worse: the thought of having sex with him or the very real possibility that you might've done it already. That was what the photos led you to believe, anyway.

A knock sounded at your door. You didn't respond, but Hana let herself in anyway.

"You're still in bed? You should be getting ready."

She was right. You had to leave soon. Though it wasn't like Shigaraki struck you as the kind of guy who'd care if you put any effort into your appearance or not. He had demanded a blowjob from you while you were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, after all.

"The guys are going to be here soon."

You looked up at her, confused. "The guys?"

"Oh my god. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"What?"

"The party? The one we're hosting in like twenty minutes?"

"Party? I thought it was just the two teams coming over."

"It is, but you know how the guys can get."'

You did, which is exactly why you hadn't wanted them in your home in the first place. At least this meant your time with Shigaraki would have a silver lining—that you would have an excuse to miss all the 'fun.'

"I won't be around tonight," you told her.

"What? But when I asked the other day you said you were free. What are you doing?"

"I'm supposed to meet up with Shigaraki."

You hoped you'd said it casually enough that she'd connect a different set of dots and think the two of you were just studying. She took the bait.

"On a Friday night? Just cancel! We have so much time left for those stupid projects anyway."

"I can't. It's important."

"More important than bonding with your team? Don't you want to make captain next year?"

You did. Hana was a year above you, and before she graduated she'd be giving the coach her recommendation for who she thought should take her place. You couldn't imagine she'd recommend anyone but you—she knew how strong your work ethic was—still, her frustration was palpable.

You bit your cheek, wondering how lenient Shigaraki might be. "I mean, I can ask him if he's alright with rescheduling."

"Let me know what he says," she called over her shoulder as she left, closing your door again.

You pulled up your conversation with him on your phone.

You: "Hey, I forgot I have a team thing tonight. . ."

His response was immediate.

Shigaraki: "Skip it."

You: "Can't we just reschedule?"

Shigaraki: "I don't like to be kept waiting."

You: "What's one more day?"

Shigaraki: "What's 5,000 people seeing your tits?"

You: "Fine."

Shigaraki: "Don't be late."

You wanted to push back and write 'Or what?' but you worried he'd take it as a challenge to make your night hell. So instead, you rolled out of bed, grabbed your bag, and headed downstairs. Hana, Akiko, and your other roommate, Jin, were all in the living room, dressed in their usual party attire of ripped jeans and crop tops. They were pulling out packages of red solo cups and setting up a beer pong table.

"That doesn't look like a party outfit," Jin joked as she saw you.

You hadn't bothered changing or anything. You were still in the same hoodie and sweatpants you'd thrown on in a rush that morning.

Hana looked up at you and frowned. "I'm guessing this means you couldn't get out of it?"

You nodded.

"Wait, what?" Akiko asked, looking between the two of you. "Are you skipping out on tonight?"

"Yeah, sorry."

Hana turned to her. "She's ditching us for a boy."

Akiko gasped. "No way! Y/n never dates! Who is it?"

You rolled your eyes. "It's not like that at all."

"It's Shigaraki," Hana said.

Akiko's expression fell, going from excited to horrified in seconds.

"We're just doing homework," you assured her. "It's not like I want to hang out with him."

Hana shrugged. "Then don't."

"Come on, cut her some slack," Jin said. "You know how she is about grades. Besides, I'm sure she already feels bad enough just missing out on the party."

Honestly, you were glad to miss the party, and you had a feeling that Jin could tell, but you appreciated her sticking up for you nonetheless.

"Well, there's always the next one," Hana conceded. "Don't work too hard."

"Thanks," you smiled. "Have fun tonight. Tell the team I said 'hey.'"

"Will do," she smiled back.

They waved you off and you began your funeral march across campus. You shrugged against the chill of the air, once again having forgotten to grab your jacket on your way out of the house. At least earlier the sun had been out to help a bit, but it had set hours ago. You hated how short the days were in the fall.

The address Shigaraki had given you was for an apartment building kind of down the block from the pub you'd stopped at the night before. You were a bit worried you wouldn't make it in time, but you knocked on his door with seven minutes to spare. To your surprise, he wasn't the one to answer. It was another boy with acne-scarred skin and spiky pink hair that pointed every which way.

"Oh, sorry. I think I must have the wrong address."

He looked at you with disbelief. "Are you Y/n?"

"Yes."

"Shiggs, she's here!" He called over his shoulder before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come in. Hesitantly, you did. "He's gaming, but you can just go in. His room is down there on the right." He pointed toward the end of the hallway.

"Thanks."

You followed his directions to Shigaraki's door. No response came when you knocked. Feeling uncertain, you looked back at the other boy to find him nodding and gesturing for you to go in.

Taking a deep breath to collect yourself, you turned the knob. Immediately, you were met with a distinct smell—it was that of a typical college boy's dorm, only ten times worse. The air in the room felt incredibly stale and almost muggy. Shigaraki didn't look up when you came in. Like the other boy had said, he was busy gaming.

"Hey," you greeted, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey," he mumbled in response, not bothering to peel his eyes from the screen. "Gonna be a sec."

You frowned. It pissed you off that he'd made such a fuss about you being on time, but here he was making you wait around. You threw your bag down and moved to stand next to him, crossing your arms over your chest. "You know you picked the time I was supposed to get here, right?"

"I wasn't sure you'd actually show."

You scoffed. "As if you gave me a choice."

"Just have a seat. I'm almost done."

You looked around the room for a spot to sit while you waited for him to finish. The only source of light was his computer screen, but even that was enough for you to be able to tell that his bedroom was an absolute mess. There were empty cans and piles of dirty clothes strewn about. Not only was his bed unmade, but it didn't even seem to have a sheet on it from what you could tell. Unless you felt like clearing a spot on the floor, there was nowhere to sit.

"Uh, do you have an extra chair?"

He didn't answer, just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You yelped as you crashed into him.

"Relax. You're fine. No need to be so dramatic."

"This isn't what I meant when I asked for a chair, you know."

"Yeah, I know," He replied casually, resting his head on your shoulder so that he could see the screen. "But isn't this more comfortable?"

"No, it's not," you insisted, shifting to keep his knees from jabbing into your thighs.

His breath hitched. "Mm maybe don't move around too much."

You froze, panicking as you realized that it you could feel his cock getting harder beneath you.

He couldn't help but smirk when he felt you stiffen. He loved getting to watch you squirm when you were uncomfortable. It was cute seeing you all flustered. To add to it, he leaned in and whispered, "Unless you're trying to start something. Which, in that case. . ."

Pausing his game, he snaked one of his hands underneath your sweatshirt. When he reached your chest he snorted. "No bra? Damn, you really did want this, huh?"

"No, I didn't!" you snapped. "I was just in a rush."

The first time. Why hadn't you put one on before leaving that night though? You'd had all day. Maybe you figured there was no point. Deep down, you knew where the night was headed.

He started kneading your chest. "This whole time I thought you were some uptight bitch, but really you love being treated like a little slut."

"No, I do—ah!"

He pinched one of your nipples.

"Oh, you liked that?"

You did, but you would absolutely never admit that to him. You shook your head.

"Really? I don't believe you."

He started rolling the sensitive bud between the tips of his fingers. You bit your tongue, trying to choke back a moan.

"Come on, no need to hold back for me."

His other hand reached up to your jaw, gripping it in a way that forced it open. You couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped as his fingers kept working your chest.

He snickered. "I knew it."

You hated him so much, but not as much as you hated your own body for actually enjoying what he was doing to you. Despite how much you tried to fight it, heat was quickly building between your legs as if you really did want him to be touching you like that. You couldn't let him think he was right about you.

He shifted his legs so that one of them was wedged between yours. You knew what he wanted you to do before he even said it. "Ride."

"W-What? No!"

He yanked your head back by your hair so that he spoke directly in your ear. "I'm sorry, did it sound like a request? Fucking do it."

Timidly, you rocked your hips. You couldn't stand the way your body welcomed the friction, taking pleasure in it.

"Don't stop until you come," he said.

It was meant to be humiliating. He wanted to break you down and make you feel worthless. So then why were you enjoying it so much? Each time your clothed cunt dragged against him felt like ecstasy—like your body was being given exactly what it needed.

"That's it," he encouraged as another moan escaped you.

His mouth found its way to your neck. The rough friction of his lips caused you to shiver. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Shigaraki. You could feel him smirking against your skin before he latched onto you, sucking a bruise just above your collar bone. He let go with a 'pop' and pulled away to admire his work, humming in satisfaction.

"I'm going to mark you up so that everyone knows you're mine."

"I'm n-not," you protested weakly, barely able to get the words past another moan.

He only laughed at you. "Are you joking? Look at the way you're falling apart on my thigh. Are you telling me that you act like this for just anyone?"

The truth was, he was right. The sex you'd had in the past was pretty vanilla. You wouldn't normally be taking orders and humiliating yourself the way you were now, and you'd never been this close to coming with someone else—So. Fucking. Close.—but it's not like it was because of him. You were the one doing all of the work, after all.

"I asked you a question," he growled, grabbing your hair in a threat to pull again.

"I—ngh—" You were seconds away from coming undone. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were anywhere but in Shigaraki's bedroom, using him to get off.

"Oh my god. Are you coming?" He asked, suddenly excited. "Are you actually fucking coming right now?"

"Shut up."

Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he didn't like that response. He grabbed your jaw, prying it open so he could shove his fingers in your mouth. You weren't sure if he wanted you to suck on them or if he just wanted to teach you a lesson for talking back, but either way, you bit them as you came. Surprisingly, he didn't complain.

Before you had a chance to come back to earth, he told you to turn around. You didn't want to, but obeyed. He shifted so that you were straddling him. In this position, you could feel how hard he was. It made your stomach churn anxiously as you wondered how he'd make you deal with that.

He moved his hand between the two of you, reaching to slide it under the waistband of your sweatpants. Your immediate reaction was to try to stop him. You grabbed his wrist, which only earned you a warning glare.

You had to play by his rules if you wanted to save your reputation.

You let go, feeling even more nauseous than before as his spindly fingers dipped under your panties, coming into contact with your clit. You drew in a sharp breath. You were still so sensitive.

You hated the grin that spread across his face. "You really are a slut after all, huh? You're fucking soaked."

You couldn't even respond because you were too busy proving his point, moaning as his fingers explored your folds, curling inside of you. Your hands found their way to his hair, lightly tugging as if begging for more. God, you'd never hated yourself so much in your life.

His eyes watched your every reaction as his fingers explored deeper, dragging over that spot that made your brows knit together each time he pulled them out. He'd never really thought about kissing anyone until he met you—until you fell so perfectly into his lap. And here you were now, practically writhing from his every touch, not daring to refuse him. So why was he so nervous?

You tugged at his hair again—god, he loved when you did that—and he decided that it meant you were trying to pull him closer. It meant that you wanted him. So, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you.

It was sloppy. He didn't really know what he was doing and you didn't seem particularly interested in kissing back. He decided you were probably too distracted by what his hands were doing to actually try. He'd started hitting that spot your liked more aggressively. He wanted to be the one to make you come, to watch as you unraveled at his touch, and he could tell it was working. He kissed you deeper as he felt your walls starting to clench, happily swallowing your moans as they entered his mouth. For a moment it felt like maybe you had kissed him back, but he could have been imagining it.

He pulled away so he could look at you. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing was heavy. A sense of pride bubbled in his chest knowing he'd actually managed to make you feel good.

Maybe he wasn't such a hopeless virgin after all.

You opened your eyes again to find him staring at you with wonder, like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. Like you were something to be had. You were worried he was going to try to kiss you again, but instead he opened his mouth, tugged at your waistband, and said the last thing you wanted to hear.

"Take these off so I can fuck you already."

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Defender Strange dealing with your pregnancy and being the best dad

Fluffy Headcanon / Imagine (With a little bit of smut)

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content. (P in V, Masturbation with male and female receiving).

Word Count: 4,800k

A/N: Something between a headcanon and a one shot, I got carried away and it got a little long, but it's one of the cutest things I've ever written about Defender Strange. I really hope you like it ;)

Discovering the pregnancy

He didn't know how much he wanted to have a baby until he found out you were pregnant. In that moment his world was totally transformed.

You were together for a few years, practically married. The idea of having children sometimes played in your head, but you always repressed those thoughts by telling yourself that it would be practically impossible to raise a child with the life Stephen led.

You always took the necessary precautions, took the pills daily, so it was a shock when you realized you were late. At first you thought it was a health problem and before talking to Stephen about it you made an appointment with a doctor.

Imagine your surprise when Stephen showed up at the office fully dressed in his black and red robe, thinking that something had happened to you because Wong had said you had gone to see a doctor.

You reassured him that it was just a routine appointment, but he sat next to you and held your hand.

"The baby is okay?"

You stared at him not understanding "What? No Stephen, it's just a routine appointment."

He smiled "Baby you've never been a day late on your period. Plus all that morning sickness? Not to mention you're extremely needy from the hormones."

You looked around, some people still staring at the two of you curiously.

"Oh my god, Stephen"

He chuckled "I was going to wait for you to tell me, but Wong told me you went to see a doctor and I freaked out."

You hold his hand tight still not knowing what to say and then the secretary called you in. The look on the doctor's face watching Defender Strange enter the office with you was priceless.

Stephen stood by your side holding your hand during the ultrasound.

"It's safe to say you're in the fifth week of pregnancy" said the doctor as he looked at the monitor of the device.

"Let's see if we can hear the heartbeat"

Stephen was standing beside you, stroking your hair and holding your hand firmly in his. When the muffled sound of the baby's heart sounded through the device, your eyes filled with tears and Stephen smiled the most beautiful smile in the world and bent down to kiss your forehead.

"We are going to have a baby, Stephen"

He chuckled "Yes my love, we're going to have a baby."

The doctor assured that everything was completely normal with the pregnancy and made the basic recommendations.

"Taking care of your health is extremely important, you can continue working normally, but you must avoid all kinds of stress so as not to affect the baby, do you understand?"

The first few months

You were loving the attention he was giving you, you were spending a lot more time together and that was enough to make you extremely happy. You especially loved the afternoons you spent lying in bed after you got tired from work. He was silent at times caressing your belly and placing sporadic kisses on your forehead.

Stephen started spending more time with you. He transferred most of the meetings that were previously held at Kamar Taj to the Sanctum and passed part of his responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme to Wong.

Wong was extremely capable and responsible and there was no one in the world he trusted more to get the job done.

He went on to program and take care of mission preparations, but unless it was something extremely dangerous that demanded the presence of the Sorcerer Supreme he would ask Wong to go in his place and the rare situations where he had to go on missions was a martyrdom for him because he couldn't help but imagine all the terrible things that could happen if you needed him and he wasn't there.

If Stephen was already extremely affectionate with you before, now he was over affectionate and super protective smothering you with so much care. Not that you bothered, actually you thought it was cute and loved having him by your side taking extra care of you.

He didn't let you do anything, he cooked for you, he took care of your apartment for you, going there once a week to make sure everything was in order once you practically moved to Sanctum, he made sure you didn't forget about your vitamins, stayed by your side holding your hair while you threw up in the morning. It wasn't romantic, but it sure was a great demonstration of love.

Sex in the first few months

Stephen was right about you being more needy. The pregnancy hormones completely messed with your libido and he couldn't complain. You were always the one who woke him up in the middle of the night to make love, but during the first few months of pregnancy you became insatiable. It wasn't uncommon for you to look for him around the Sanctum and start teasing him wherever he was.

He would never scold you for that, but sometimes it was hard to focus on a meeting with all the Defenders when you kept texting how wet and desperate you were for him.

Sometimes he would come up with some excuse to escape the meeting and come up to the bedroom to find you totally naked, sometimes already playing with yourself to alleviate the desire you felt. He loved to pounce on you and let you use him however you wanted and for as long as you wanted until you were sated.

But you were never completely satiated. You started waking him up more than once in the middle of the night to have sex, morning sex became the rule and at night, even at times when he was extremely tired, he found a way to please you, whether with his fingers and tongue or with a toy.

The last few months

Stephen had no idea how watching your belly grow would move him. It was extremely beautiful, you got more and more pretty as your belly grew and your breasts swelled. It was beautiful to imagine that a life was being formed there as a result of the love you had for each other, but it also made him extremely turned on.

Sometimes he found himself watching you as you showered or rubbed body cream, the way you caressed your belly in circular motions, or when your hands went up to your milk-heavy breasts. He always loved your breasts, but with the pregnancy they got even more beautiful. It made him impossibly hard and it wasn't uncommon for him to get in the shower with you or interrupt your skin care ritual to make love.

Sex in the last few months

His concern for you seemed to increase even more as you reached the final months of your pregnancy. He forced you to take time off from work sooner than you had planned and if it was up to him you would lie in bed until delivery time. Sometimes you needed to remind him that you were pregnant and not sick and that he, being a doctor, should very well understand that.

He apologized to you for being too careful, but you didn't really care. You couldn't imagine anyone happier than you to have Stephen as the man of your life and the father of your baby.

At the end of the pregnancy your belly was so big that sex started to become a real challenge. Even the positions where you were on top became difficult because of your back pain and totally broke the mood, but Stephen always managed to please you.

On one of the nights where sleeping seemed impossible because you couldn't find a comfortable position and the baby seemed to be agitated making you even more nervous, he climbed into bed with you helped you lie on your side putting a pillow to support your belly and lay down behind you wrapping your arm around your body and kissing your cheek.

It was amazing how by him just being around and by the touch of his body on yours, you felt better and with that the baby also calmed down giving a rest to your back that suffered from the constant kicks.

"Better?" He asked kissing your neck.

You agreed. You could feel his shaft rubbing against your ass but he wouldn't try anything unless you asked and the last few days you haven't been much in the mood so you knew he was climbing the walls and you wanted him too but just thinking about all the work discouraged you.

He kissed your shoulder caressing the side of your body, you were wearing only a thin nightgown.

"Baby I miss you... its okay if I touch you?"

You nodded turning your head to meet his lips "I'm tired Stephen, you'll have to do all the work."

He would whisper sweet praises to you, caressing your belly and breasts and thrusting slowly.

He kissed you "It's okay baby. I'll take good care of you."

He caressed you, putting his hand inside your panties and without much difficulty he managed to penetrate you. The side position was very comfortable. He moved very slowly, but it was enough to bring passionate moans from your lips once your body's sensitivity was heightened.

"Does it feel good baby?" He asked in your ear "You look so pretty, carrying my baby, you know? I love you so much baby, You've made me so happy"

The praises kept getting only a few hums in response and it didn't take long for you to succumb to orgasm and only then did he allow himself to cum inside you.

The sex of the baby

When Stephen found out he was going to be the father of a girl he could barely contain his tears. Although he had been imagining a boy all along and you had told him you would love to name the baby Vincent, finding out the baby was a girl seemed to make even more sense to him. The idea of having a mini version of you to love and protect and call him daddy was a dream beyond imagination.

You had long discussions about what your daughter's name would be and Stephen let you have the final word.

In addition to the bedroom, the entire Sanctum has undergone minor physical changes, but the main one was some protective spells that Stephen and Wong cast to ensure the baby's safety.

Stephen had one of the guest rooms at the Sanctum renovated, the one closest to his room, which was now yours, to be the baby's room. He agreed that the dark wood furniture and heavy drapes didn't fit in and everything was replaced with palettes of white, pink, blue and green.

It wasn't long before the room was soon rumpled with toys and teddy bears and dolls. Every time Stephen went on a mission he would come back with a new gift for you which was usually a new toy for the baby. Sometimes you'd catch him standing alone in the room looking at the colorful wallpaper or the already tidy crib full of teddy bears. It was quite a sight to see him in full Defender Stranger robes standing there with teary eyes contemplating the future. Sometimes you would hug him from behind, caressing his forearm and the two of you were silent living in the moment.

Time of delivery

You decided you wanted to have the baby at home, once you talked to your doctor and he said everything was fine, you hired a doula to help you.

Stephen did not agree at first with the idea, for him it was inconceivable that someone would prefer to opt for such archaic methods when there were excellent hospitals perfectly equipped to deal with any possible complication, but you managed to convince him by saying that you had a doctor at home and that in addition he was also a powerful sorcerer who could open a portal and in seconds you would be in any hospital in the world.

Your water bag broke two days earlier than planned. You and Stephen were talking in the kitchen, he was drying the dinner plates and putting them away in the cupboard when you got his attention with an "ooh oh my god".

He ran to you, opening a portal to the room the two of you shared. He called the doula and informed your doctor that he would take you to the hospital any time if he noticed anything wrong. But nothing went wrong.

The contractions built up fast and the doula walked you through the process reassuring Stephen that everything was perfectly fine. He sat on the bed letting you settle between his legs

"It's okay baby, I am here with you."

You groaned in pain by squeezing his hands in yours as the contractions became more constant and stronger.

"You're doing great, [Y/N], we just need another three centimeters. It's almost time."

You nodded to the woman, unable to answer, sweat pouring down your forehead.

"Did you heard that baby? We'll meet our little girl soon"

You could barely answer. Of course you were looking forward to meeting your daughter, but at that moment the pain was so strong that all you could think about was that you wanted it to end.

"I changed my mind" You said as another contraction hit you pulling tears from your eyes "I want a C-section"

The doula chuckled "Don’t say that, you're doing great. Just a few more minutes"

You refused by squeezing Stephen's hand so hard he had to stop himself from groaning in pain. "These minutes feel like hours. It's hurting too much."

The doula nodded, "If you're both comfortable with that, Doctor Strange can fondle your breasts and stimulate you sexually. It will help with the pain."

Stephen raised an eyebrow "It's not a very conventional method"

The woman laughed "It's more common than you think, Doctor."

Stephen hesitated a little "It's okay baby?"

You grunted in pain again "Anything Stephen.. Anything to make the pain go away"

He unbuttoned some buttons on the nightgown you were wearing and massaged your breast lightly, caressing your nipple lightly and whispering sweet praises in your ear.

The doula was right about that, the pain seemed to subside considerably and soon after you got the long-awaited centimeters.

"Okay, let's count: one, two, three, push. That's right, again."

Stephen kissed your head and kept your hands steady in his even though it hurt, he knew it was nothing compared to what you were feeling.

When you finally gave the last push, your legs shaking from the effort, you heard your baby cry and the smile on the face of the doula who picked her up and delivered her into your arms.

"Look at you, my little girl. You are so pretty."

You said between sobs, the pain had completely disappeared and your world seemed to expand.

Stephen couldn't hold back the tears either. He touched his little girl's head and kissed your lips.

"She is so beautiful, baby."

The doula waited for the two of you to have your first moments with your daughter before finishing the job.

"Do you want to cut the umbilical cord, Doctor?"

Stephen nodded, pulling away and laying your back with a pile of pillows and approached, cutting the cord. That certainly being the most exciting and beautiful experience of his life.

Stephen in the first few months with the baby

For a man who was great at everything, it should come as no surprise that he could handle a baby so well even though he had no experience with them.

"Are you sure you weren't a pediatrician instead of a neurosurgeon?" You asked him on one of the nights that he slipped the baby out of your lap and strategically placed it on his bare chest causing her to stop crying immediately.

"She has colic and the heat of my body when pressed against her belly relieves the pain. See?!"

You smiled watching as he rocks from side to side wearing nothing but sweatpants and bare feet, his hair hanging loosely over his shoulders. He was the most handsome man in the world, you were sure of it, and there was something about him with a baby in his arms that made him even more handsome.

Stephen helped you as much as his free time allowed, he was always ready to change diapers, help prepare the bath and especially to pick her up in the middle of the night when she cried. He made sure you stayed in bed and rested since during the day he spent most of his time working.

One night you woke up in the middle of the night feeling the bed empty and decided to look for Stephen to find him in the baby's room, sitting in the armchair, she sleeping comfortably, belly pressed against his bare chest as he read one of his poetry books to her.

Wong also helped you as much as he could. You didn't think Wong could get so attached to a child, but after seeing him and Stephen almost fight over who would put her to sleep, you didn't dare doubt it anymore.

Sex after pregnancy

That night you were determined that he deserved some attention, even if you couldn't make love to him yet.

Stephen never imagined it would be so difficult to wait long enough to be able to make love to you. He never complained, not even to himself, he respected your physical needs for rest and protection even more being a doctor and understanding the importance of that, but that didn't make it easier every time he wanted you knowing he couldn't have you.

As much as he wasn't proud of it, masturbation became daily, it was the only way he could start the day.

He wondered if it was being hard for you too, but he knew it wasn't. Your body was adapting after giving birth and your libido could take a while to get back to normal.

You knew it had been difficult to him, but you avoided bringing it up until the day you heard him masturbating in the bathroom. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn't notice how loud his moans were. You went back to your baby's room and waited some time before going back to your shared room.

You admired him so much for the way he respected you and gave you space and time to recover from the birth. He was extremely affectionate with you and helped you in every way possible and you just wanted him to have some reward for being so perfect.

He crawled into bed with no intention of starting anything, you were on your 36th day postpartum, but when he went to kiss you and smelled the perfume on you he smiled, a look of confusion in his eyes. You kissed him properly, the kind of kiss that implied exactly what your intentions were. He moaned softly into your lips.

You had just breastfed your daughter and put her to sleep, the baby monitor was on and you would hear her if she cried, but usually she slept well in the early hours of the night.

You had taken a shower and put on Stephen's favorite perfume and waited for him to get out of the shower. He had just returned from a mission and he had that look you recognized when things didn't go as well as he wanted, these days he usually turned to you and sex to relieve tension and not being able to do that was really hard for him.

"I am sorry baby, I won't last. I need to cum so badly."

"Baby, I know we cant, but I miss you so much" He said into your lips, his hand coming down to your breasts caressing lightly.

"Who said we can't?" You teased by dropping your hand to his hips and stroking over his pants. He came twice for you. The first one in your hand, he just couldn't help it, he missed you so much that the touch of your hand on his cock brought him to the brink of orgasm.

You caressed his face as if you please a child who has behaved well.

"It's okay baby" You unbuttoned the buttons on your nightgown revealing your breasts to him.

"Why don't you suck my tits while I stroke your cock? Would you like that? I know you love my tits, baby. Come here."

He gladly agreed by touching your breast, circling the nipple with his finger and sucking lightly. You grabbed his hair pulling hard and he groaned loudly. He missed that.

"Cum for me baby, cum on my hand"

He came pouring into your hand, but his cock didn't fully relax. He still wanted you. He reciprocated by touching you lightly, your cunt was still very sensitive, and you didn't know exactly what it would feel like, but you liked it when he rubbed your clit.

"Oh Stephen, I miss you too, baby."

He groaned pulling you to his lips "Would you like to cum on my mouth?"

You nodded "Oh yes please."

He sucked you gently, fingers just circling your entrance without penetrating you, his tongue flicking on your clit and it wasn't long before you gave in to climax, moaning loudly as you tugged at his hair.

"Oh Stephen... I missed this."

He kissed your lips, his cock totally hard again, you took it in your mouth and sucked it, caressing it with both hands, doing your best for him.

"I want to cum in your mouth baby"

You agreed without interrupting your work and only stopping after he filled your mouth with his cum and you swallowed it all.

Stephen being jealous and overprotective

Stephen was never jealous, but he was always extremely protective towards you.

This tripled after your daughter was born and you discovered that he could be quite jealous towards her, his little arguments with Wong being just the tip of the iceberg. He didn't take very well to the idea of her being placed in day care, always inventing a million excuses and dangers that could arise if you and him wasn’t around.

As she grew up and made friends at school, she was invited to parties and he thought it was absurd to let one of the other mothers pick her up and take her to the party and then bring her home. Sometimes he would decide to take her personally to make sure everyone knew whose daughter she was.

You on the other hand had your own share of jealousy. It was inconceivable to you that after carrying her for nine months in your belly she would still choose Stephen as her favorite parent.

"Why are you running from mommy, little sorceress?" He asked and you stood in the doorway watching as even Stephen's Defender friends melted at the sight.

She refused to sleep until he went into the bedroom and read her a story.

One night Stephen was busy talking in the office with Wong and other members of the Defenders when she ran away from you and ran through the door. You ran after her apologizing as you entered, but Stephen had no problem with his superhero friends seeing him with his 5-year-old daughter. He picked her up and she clung to him like a koala.

"Mommy says I have to sleep, but I can't sleep without my story."

"And I said I would read the story to her, but she refused and ran away." You responded by telling your version of the facts.

Stephen arranged her on his lap and took a strand of hair that fell over her face and placed it behind her ear. "What did Dad say about disobeying your mom?"

She grimaced "But she doesn't know how to do character voices like you do."

Everyone laughed and you couldn't help laughing either, the whole Sorcerer Supreme pose disappearing now that his friends could imagine him telling stories and making ridiculous animal voices.

"Okay, go with mommy and stay nice and wait for daddy. As soon as I'm done here I'm going to help mommy and put you to sleep."

He handed her onto your lap and in a rare public display of affection kissed your lips softly. You smiled as you leave and closed the door behind you listening as they go back to talking about their important business.

She was overjoyed when Stephen walked through the door. She, who had refused to go to bed before her father arrived, dutifully jumped into bed and crawled under the blankets, but not before picking up her favorite book and handing it to him.

Stephen smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning on the headboard. She curled up in his arms and he began to read the story he already knew by heart, now doing the voices of each character the way she liked, making her laugh before she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Stephen closed the book placing it on the table and carefully arranged her on the pillows before getting up. He looked at her sleeping for a minute and kissed her forehead. You also walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you walked out of the room without making a sound.

Stephen being a girl's dad

As serious as he was, you never imagined that Stephen could be so funny and goofy playing with a baby. He could make the funniest faces and mouth sounds you've ever seen which always made your daughter laugh.

As she grew up Stephen began to enjoy playing even more.

The rule of not to use magic sure as hell didn't apply to her. He loved to show himself doing all sorts of tricks that would get fascinated "wows" from her.

It was ridiculous, you couldn't compete with someone who could make it snow in the middle of July just so they could make a snowman.

The games varied, but Stephen always excelled cheating with his magic to create the most varied ways to make her to fall in love with him. You loved to see Stephen playing with her dolls, or helping her prepare food in her new mini kitchen game. The tea parties were always very funny and she often managed to drag not only Wong but one or two members of the Defenders to participate.

You liked to see Stephen taking care of her, getting her ready for school, combing her hair in a perfect ponytail as easily as possible.

She also liked to play with her father's hair. It was unusual for a child to have a father with long hair like his. When she was a baby she was always grabbing and pulling his ponytail, now that she was five and in the hairdresser stage she would spend hours playing with her father's hair. Sometimes he would lie on her lap on the floor and she would comb his hair and mess up more than fix it, but he liked it.

She used to tie his hair up with the most ridiculous hairstyles in the world and you loved to tease him afterwards. Sometimes you had to step in like when you saw her trying to braid his hair, but it was actually making knots.

"Okay, that's enough. I'll be the one who will have to undo all these knots afterwards"

Stephen asking to have another child

One night, after making love, you were hugging and Stephen was drawing circles with his fingers on your shoulder, he sighed

"I want another baby"

You looked at him in surprise.

"You don’t?" You could see the fear in his eyes of you saying no.

You smiled reassuringly "I think so, well I didn't think about it too much. She's a lot of work."

He nodded "I can't help but imagine a small version of myself."

You raised your eyebrow and he pinched you teasing "I know you think that too"

"I'm not saying we should try now" He said "But in the future."

You agreed to surrender. You thought about the possibility of having a boy.

Your daughter looked so much like Stephen, the eyes, the nose, the cheekbones, everything about her was identical to him, sometimes she takes your breath away. You could only imagine what a mini version of Stephen would be like running around the house. The image always warmed your heart.

You denied touching his face "Why don't we start trying now?"

He smiled pulling you to his lips and dragging you into another long love making session.

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