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stranger-fanfiction-n-things · 23 days

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CHAPTER 5: THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: I picture Eddie not being able to express himself through his words so he uses song lyrics. In my head he always had a strong connection to music because of his mother (this was before I read FOI). Finally an Erica/Diana scene! What do y'all think of Steve and Diana?

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2440

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PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

It’s mid-afternoon when we arrive back home from the funeral. Dad stops the car in front of our house to let Mom, Erica and I out before he drives over to the Wheeler’s house to drop Lucas off to hang out with the boys. I follow behind Mom and Erica thinking about what to wear later today for when Nancy and I meet up with Jonathan. I bump into Erica, who frowns at me for stepping on her, and I immediately apologize for not watching where I was going. I look ahead wondering why we stopped when Mom picks up a bouquet of wildflowers and a note laying in front the door.

“Candy Girl? Who’s Candy Girl?”

Erica grunts in annoyance as I push pass her to snatch the flowers and note from Mom. Sure, enough the note said Candy Girl. My face burns and I bite my lip trying my best to hide my smile. Mom’s brows shoot up in surprise at my hastiness and I smile sheepishly at her, apologizing for my behaviour. Her gaze sweeps over me.

“Hm.” She grunts, pursing her lips and guides Erica in front of me to not get trampled on again.

As soon as I step inside the house, I take off my jacket and heels, pushing my sunglasses over my head and rush upstairs to my room. My heart is hammering against my ribcage as I close the door behind me. I admire the array of blue, purple, pink, and white wildflowers tied together with a piece of string. Some petals of the flowers are flat and squished but I think they’re pretty nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I put the bouquet on my dresser to give my full attention to the note. My hands are practically shaking as I open it.

If the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall.

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea.

I won’t cry, I won’t cry. No, I won’t shed a tear

Just as long as you stand by me. – Ben E. King

I reread the words three times before flopping down on my bed. A smile lingers on my lips at the gesture. Will’s funeral is of public knowledge, shaking up the entire town. I haven’t seen or spoken to Eddie since we had lunch together two days ago and I know he wouldn’t attend the funeral because despite it being of public knowledge, it was still an intimate event, but I never thought he would do this. Something so simple and thoughtful for me. This doesn’t help my case with Mom and I’m sure this raised more suspicion about Eddie, but I can’t stop smiling. I wonder if I should write a note back. What would I say? How will I even give it to him? We don’t have school tomorrow and I don’t know where he lived to even thank him for being so kind. My thoughts are so scrambled I have to force myself back to earth and the task at hand.

I hide the note in my desk drawer and change into more comfortable clothing settling on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and zip up sweater. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and fixed my bangs in the mirror satisfied with my appearance. Back at the wake, Nancy, Jonathan and I agreed to meet at 5pm and it was now, 2:00pm. Nancy would be here in fifteen minutes and I needed to find a weapon. I can’t go out in the woods to find a wild animal without one. Even though Jonathan had a gun, I’m not sure if he knows how to use it.

I open my door and sneak across the hall to Lucas’s room. Surely, he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed his wrist-rocket for a few hours. I try to be as discreet as I can going through his drawers, closet, even checking under his pillow and I can’t find anything, not even his headband. I frown, pursing my lips in thought. Where could he have put it? Then it hit me. Under his bed. I drop to my knees pushing my arm under his bed to feel for anything. All I find are dirty socks and comic books. I blow my bangs away from my face to get a better look and—

“What are you doing?”

I jump hitting my shoulder against the top of the bedframe. “Ow!” I whimper, holding my arm in pain, praying I don’t develop a bruise. I stand up feeling my lower back seize. Erica is standing on the other side of the bed arching her brow in suspicion. I ignore the pain in my arm, feigning nonchalance.

“I’m just cleaning, Lucas’s room.”

Erica frowns. “His room is always clean.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to be cleaner now does it?”

Erica shrugs, not caring about my poor excuse for why I’m in Lucas’s room even though I know she doesn’t believe me. She’s always been a skeptic. Her first word was “no”. She lingers, tilting her head to the side, toying with a loose thread on the duvet.

“Who sent you the flowers?”

“A friend of mine.” I respond simply, though my heart picks up speed. Erica smiles slowly and now I feel uneasy. It’s one of the many different smiles she has. This one isn’t as…devious. That smile is only reserved for Lucas. No, this smile is like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“An admirer.” It’s not a question.

“A friend, Erica.” I repeat, albeit tense.

Erica lies down on the bed, holding her chin with her hands. Any other moment she would’ve looked cute in her bubbles and pigtails, but again, this smile held a hint of mischief.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I shift from side to side. “No…” I squint. “What makes you say that?”

Tired of the innocent act, Erica’s smile vanishes. “No boy just leaves a bouquet of flowers on your front step with a note unless its an admirer or a boyfriend.”

“That’s not true.” I disagree, sitting on the bed.

Erica gives me a pointed look, pursing her lips just like Mom. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

My body grows tense under her fierce stare. There are times I wonder if I’m related to Erica. Our personalities are so different. Erica is outspoken and bulldozes her way through life while I’m quiet, awkward and shy.

“I—” I start, then close my mouth. I have no experience with boys to even know where to start about relationships.

“Exactly.” Erica confirms, kicking her feet. The conspicuous grin returns as she continues. “You have a boyfriend.”

“No, I don’t.” I reply quickly. My face is burning.

“Well, you sure were eager to take the bouquet of flowers and note away from Mom. You nearly knocked me into the bushes to get it which means…” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Erica.” I plead. I do not want to talk to my little sister about boys, especially Eddie. I don’t know what to think when it comes to him. I just know how I feel and I was definitely not going to try to explain to an intrusive eight-year-old girl like my sister, plus Nancy will be here soon and I needed to get Erica away so I can leave without another interrogation. Erica sighs, rolling her eyes and sits up tucking her knees under her.

“I won’t tell Mom or Dad if you have a boyfriend,” she says, leaning forward putting her hands on my shoulders. “By the looks of it, Mom is already suspicious of you, but she won’t say anything unless you bring it up. Your just lucky Dad had to drive Lucas to the Wheelers because if he saw those flowers and note on the doorstep,” Erica eyes widen slightly. “He’d lock you in your room forever and hunt all over town for this boy.” Erica isn’t wrong. Dad is extremely protective. It’s why I’m glad Mom hasn’t told him about Steve’s house.

I stand up, combing my fingers through my thick hair in its ponytail. “You don’t have to tell Mom and Dad anything, okay. Eddie is just a friend.” Any close friend of Eddie’s is a close friend of mine. That’s what Ronnie said. Erica lights up.

“Eddie, huh?” She grins, satisfied that she at least got a name.

“I don’t have an admirer or a boyfriend.”

Erica ignores the sharpness in my voice. “But you like him.” I glare at her, a warning to stop pushing. “Fine,” she sighs, rolling her eyes again. She rolls off the bed strolling to the door. “I’ll leave you alone to clean.” There’s a cheeky little grin on her face as she lingers and it tells me all I needed to know. Erica isn’t going to drop this. She found something new and shiny to play with and will until she gets bored.

“Candy Girl.”

My jaw drops. Erica runs to her room, closing the door behind her before I can gather up my thoughts.

Oddly enough, I didn’t find anything in Lucas’s room which is why I am scrounging around Dad’s tools in the garage. Screwdriver? No. Wrench. Maybe. I pull out a rubber mallet from one of the toolboxes. It’s thick and has a bit of weight to it. It’s no gun but it’s the best I can do right now. I take a few steps back and practice swings trying to get a feel of the weapon. Part of me cannot believe I’m doing this right now; risk going into the forest to find some animal I have never seen before nor, understand to find Barb and Will. I lift the mallet way over my head not calculating my strength because I lose my balance stumbling back on my feet.

“Whoa! What the—” I drop the mallet and the person behind me yelps. I’m ready to bolt into my house when I hear my name. I whip around, my heart beating a mile a minute. There he was, hair and all his glory standing in front of me. He’s the last person I’d expect to be at my house. The last time I’ve seen him was in the parking lot at school confronting Jonathan about the photos in front of Tommy H and Carol ending with smashing his camera on the ground.

“Steve?”

“Hi,” he waves, sheepishly.

I blink, shaking my head. “How do you know where I live?”

Steve stiffens at the question. “Uh,” he stammers, combing his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t—I don’t,” he corrects, clearing his throat. I raise my eyebrows expectantly eying the pink in his cheeks. Was Steve “The Hair” Harrington blushing? “I was driving to Nancy’s and saw you and just…” he takes a deep breath. “Wanted to say hi.”

I squint. “To me?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why wouldn’t I?” Because we’re not friends. I want to say. When I don't respond Steve swallows, rubbing his lips together. "I actually wanted to...apologize."

I pick up the mallet holding it over my shoulder. “For?” His gaze flickers to the mallet then me and I rub my lips together trying to hide my smile. He deserves to squirm a little. Now he knows how it feels when his friends make me feel uncomfortable.

“Being an asshole.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure Nancy told you about our last conversation,” Steve continues, looking down at his New Balance sneakers. “And you both deserve an apology for the way I acted.”

I blinked in confusion for a moment and then remembered when Nancy came into my room to show me the photos and I mentioned what Steve thought about everything. A momentary look of discomfort crosses Steve’s face when he finally looks at me. Part of me believes the apology wasn’t only for his talk with Nancy or about Barb, but for the way he handled things in the parking lot. I remember the look of sorrow in his eyes before he stormed away. I meant it when I told Jonathan I don’t think Steve needed to break his camera but it was justified. Steve’s privacy was invaded too. What I picked up on that day in the parking lot is that Steve isn’t this aggressive, mean, bully like Tommy H and Carol are. It’s not in him to be that kind of person and it pained him to break Jonathan’s camera. He knows I noticed his shift in demeanour. I oddly notice a lot about Steve. His contradictions, his mannerisms. What he doesn’t do. Steve tilts his head waiting for a response.

“Um…” My brows twitch. “Apology accepted.” I say softly, taking a step back. Steve doesn’t respond and I don’t think anything of it. Thank you seems awkward to say right now.

“Um,” he scratches his nose. “Have you heard from Barb?”

“No, the police think she ran away, but I know that’s not true. Barb wouldn’t do that.” Steve nods his head shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I haven’t known Barb for long, but she definitely doesn’t seem like the type to do that.” Another comment that doesn’t need much of a response.

I fiddle with the mallet letting the awkwardness settle in. Surprisingly it’s not from me, but Steve. Steve, the most popular boy in school who exudes such confidence walking down the hallway, who turns every head without trying…is being awkward. It’s hard to wrap my head around it. Steve takes a step towards me but decides against it. I tilt my head, wondering what was going on in his head. Maybe he’s having a mental breakdown.

“I heard about the funeral. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” I answer, taken aback by his sincerity. “He was my little brother’s best friend.”

“Give your little brother a hug for me.” He winced, regretting his words. I smile. Steve laughs and combs his fingers through his hair. His face is bright red now. “I’ll uh, leave you to…” he gestures to the mallet. “Whatever you’re doing.” I nod my head, grinning. “Bye.” He says, waving awkwardly. I wave back amused by his mannerisms.

I watch Steve walk out my garage his brown hair flopping lusciously through the wind. “Steve?” I call out. He turns around startled. “Thank you.” I see his gaze soften, instantly knowing I’m thanking him for apologizing and he smiles nodding his head before walking to his car. When Steve drives down the street towards Nancy’s I swing the mallet again chuckling softly to myself.

“What a dork.”

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leafs-lover · 10 months

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Can you write a really brief something about Freddie looking after a teething Oliver for the day whilst Mama goes out to get some things done 🥹🥹 maybe Oliver is just insisting on cuddles and his paci ALL day and it's the sweetest. Fred's peppering his baby boy in kisses.

A/N: It's not exactly brief but idk I really enjoyed writing this. This is technically a part of my BTPGD series but can be read as a stand alone piece.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count: ~800

Fred loves hockey. He has since the very first time his feet hit the ice, it was his first love, and truth be told, for a while he thought it would be his only love. Then came Oliver. Fred was absolutely terrified to be a dad, worried he was going to make a million mistakes, would do everything wrong, that his child would hate him. He had no idea what he was going to do, then this incredibly small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket was shoved into his arms; that was the moment Fred knew he had a new love.

Sure, some days are better than others, that's to be expected with kids, but every day with Oliver is better than the last. Or that's what he tells himself as, yet another ear-piercing shriek comes from his toddler.

Teething.

Fred thought you guys had made it past this point, he enjoyed the last month without the tears, irritability, drool on every piece of clothing he owns, unfortunately there is still another molar after this one. His mom gave him some tricks she used on him and his siblings, both of you googled then tired every home remedy you could find, some helped, others did nothing. Today is just one of those days.

“Hey, Ollie.” Fred holds out a damp washcloth for him, hoping he will at least try putting it in his mouth.

“Noooooo!” Oliver wails. He grabs the cloth and throws it on the floor. “Momma!”

Fred sighs. While the two of you worked through your issues and he can finally call you his girlfriend, he is no stranger to wanting you and not being able to have you. “She’ll be home in a bit.”

“Momma!” Oliver cries again, opening and closing his hand as if he’s trying to beckon you home.

“You want a popsicle?” Fred offers, hoping something cold might alleviate some of his pain.

“Yeah.” His voice is small, and he offers a slight nod.

Fred pushes off the couch to his feet. When he takes the first step, he feels two little arms wrap around his leg. “Dadda!” Fred lets out a soft chuckle, he should have known better than to try and leave him for a second.

He bends down and picks him up, Oliver immediately buries his forehead against Fred’s shoulder. He carries his son to the kitchen and opens the freezer. After rummaging around for the popsicles, he tosses the wrapper in the garbage and moves back to the living room. He cradles Oliver in his arm as they settle into the couch where Oliver accepts the popsicle, at lets himself fall against Fred’s chest.

“Is that good?” Fred gently brushes the curls away and welcomes in the cuddles.

“Yeah.” His voice is still small and tears cling to his eyes.

“You want to watch a movie?”

Fred feels the faintest nod as Oliver continues to suck on the cherry popsicle.

“Penguins?”

Another nod.

The sound of Netflix fills the apartment and once the movie has started Fred looks to Oliver. Red splotches are on both of their shirts, and he can feel the stickiness that coats his fingers.

“Done.” Oliver shoves the popsicle to Fred and smears his face against Fred’s chest, spreading more of the mess to his shirt.

“Of course, you are,” Fred laughs. He takes the dripping popsicle and sets it on the plate with his half-finished breakfast.

Fred licks his fingers and starts wiping some of the mess from Oliver’s cheek but is instantly met with a whine and he shakes his head to make him stop. Fred of course tries again. If Fred had his way, the half-eaten toast and popsicle would be in the garbage, plate in the dishwasher, and he would have used that dishcloth to clean his face. Even with a toddler he still tries to keep everything clean and contained. But like always, Fred caves once that lower lip starts to tremble.

“Blankie Dadda.” Oliver curls in closer to Fred to capture as much warmth as possible while a large yawn spills from his lips.

“The popsicle make you cold?” Fred reaches up and grabs the plush blanket you insisted stay out all summer even though he said it was June and wouldn’t be necessary, and drapes it over both of them, ensuring to cover all his toes. Oliver nods and yawns again, then shimmies to get closer, using Fred’s bicep as a pillow.

There are a million things that need to be done, and Fred doesn’t want you to come home to toys strewn about, Oliver’s shirt in the bathroom, his socks wedged under the cushions, all the dirty dishes from the morning scattered around the apartment, but he knows he needs to give Oliver cuddles, so that’s exactly what he is going to do.

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viking-raider · 1 year

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A Witcher's Legacy - PART FOUR: MUTAGENS

Summary: What should have been a short stay in Beauclair, turns into something much more complicated. Both to your and Geralt's present and future.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Parts: I II III

Warning: PG - Witcher!AU, Dad!Geralt, Protective!Geralt, Sassy!Reader, Language, Nicknames, Medical Experiment, Portals, Monster Fight, Mention of Smut, Fluff, Mention of Grave Robbing, Witcher Mutagens, Bickering, Mage Technology

Inspiration: A subject from my story, A Witcher’s Destiny, Season Two of Netflix’s the Witcher and the quest, Turn and Face the Strange, in The Witcher 3!

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“Who's the letter from, Geralt?” You asked, watching the little carrier boy run off, excited about the ten crowns Geralt had kindly given him.

Frowning, Geralt unfolded the parchment, finding another piece of folded paper inside with a familiar writing in black ink. “Yennefer.” He said softly, casting his eyes up to you for a moment.

“Oh.” You replied, a tight smile pulling across your lips. “A wonder how she found out we were in Toussaint, since we just arrived.” You commented to yourself, moving to a vine covered staircase, with roses the size of your hand, the color of butter and the finest Toussaint Red, making the air so fragrant.

Letting out a humming grunt, Geralt read the letter aloud.

“My dear friend, I've been told you're on a jaunt in Toussaint, with your sweetheart. I've come upon some information which might be of interest to you. While browsing through a colleague's, Tomas Moreau's, book collection, I found mention of him conducting research into mutations.” Geralt scowled at the letter, a troubled feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach. “The details I've come to learn are rather vague and his laboratory's location remains a mystery. Yet his journal should at least provide hints as to both. It is said he was laid to rest with it in his tomb. I enclose a map I found in the tome I happened upon. Though less than completely legible, I trust it will prove useful.”

“Your friend, Yennefer.”

“So, mutations.” You echoed, turning back to Geralt and folding your arms tightly over your chest. “What kind of mutations? Was he trying to mutate the normal stuff or do you think he was trying to fuss around with Witcher mutations?”

“It's hard to tell without finding his laboratory and discovering more about his research.” He replied, pushing his jaw forward has he stared down at the letter, mulling it over in his mind. “I need to look into this. If he was testing mutagens for Witchers, then I have to find it and get it back to Vesemir.”

“Before anyone else finds it.”

“All right then.” You nodded, chewing on your lip, just as concerned. “Where to first?” You asked, wishing to help.

“Yennefer's letter said he was possibly buried with the location of his laboratory.” He said, unfolding the map the Sorceress had enclosed. “So, we go there and find it.” Geralt examined the map for a long moment, his brow twitching in his concentration. “It looks as if he was buried in Orlémurs Cemetery. That's not too far from here.”

“We can walk.”

“Lovely.” You smiled, then glanced about. “Which way, you big grump?” You asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.

Geralt smirked back at you, waving a hand towards the gently sloping, pathway. “This way, Firefly.” He replied, with a cock of his head.

Nodding yours at him, you started down the brick street, Geralt following closely behind you. The Capital city of Toussaint, Beauclair, was gorgeous and it filled you with a light, gaiety that put a skip in your step and a pleased smile on your face. As you looked about. Taking the architecture in, the hot sun beaming down on top of your head and shoulders, reflecting your mood. Geralt smiled at the back of you, seeing and sensing the joyfulness inside of you. He felt it seep into him.

You had an effect on him and his ordinarily sulky moods.

“It's so beautiful here.” You commented, glancing at Geralt over your shoulder.

“That it is.” He agreed, looking about, seeing the bustling stalls and shops, the Toussaintois going about their business and day. “We'll have to make our stay a more serious one.” He said, moving around to your side, his arm wrapping around your waist as you passed through a thick crowd. “I know this is your first time here.” He smiled, dipping his head slightly to press his lips to your temple, in a rare show of public affection.

“Hm.” You hummed, nudging your shoulder into his side. “That would be nice.” You cooed, looking up at him, trusting him to guide you. “You do still have a few injuries to nurse from that Wyvern contract, you took in Caravista.”

He grunted back at you, still smiling as you crossed out of the city gates. “It's settled, then. I'll investigate this matter, and afterwards, we'll find the best room in the best inn, and we won't leave until you wish to.”

“So, until they kick us out?” You quipped, giggling.

“As you wish.” Geralt chuckled, as you both stepped off the paved path of Beauclair and onto the well trod trail to the large, Orlémurs Cemetery.

Making it to the Cemetery, that looked like a manicured set of ruins with grave-sites dotting it, you and Geralt drifted apart, searching the faces of cracked and crooked, tombstones, that had seen many years out in the open weather and tears of loved ones.

“What did Yenn say, this colleague of hers name was?” You called out to Geralt, reading the worn name of Patrick Moulins, who, according to his headstone, had talked himself to death.

“Tomas Moreau.” Geralt returned, walking along a line of graves, before stopping. “Found him!”

You joined him before the overgrown and disheveled grave, the heavy stone that was meant to seal Professor Moreau's coffin in the ground, slightly askew. You looked at Geralt a confused and questioning expression on your face. Frowning back at you, Geralt moved closer to the grave, dropping to a squat to read the mossy etching.

“Typical Mage. It's in Elder Speech.” He huffed, shaking his head. “Ellas k'havani allder aen Dol Naev'de, ellas allder n'corrason. Glorsann a'Aelirenn.” He read aloud, despite it sounding like gibberish to you. “Salvation lies not in Dol Naev'de, but in our hearts. Glory be to Aelirenn.” He translated, as he reached into the grave, through the small opening, feeling around.

“Oh god.” You frowned, biting your lip and imaging his hand touching one of the Professor's bones.

Not the worst thing he's ever touched, honestly. You thought, shaking your head.

“Do you think it has anything do with what you're looking for?” You asked, as he glanced side to side, knowing he was falling into his Witcher seek and find mode.

“Maybe.” He rumbled back. “Someone's robbed the grave, the journal isn't inside.” He said, narrowing his eyes against the bright, cloudless sun and looked around, before standing back up. “The grave won't tell us anything more.” He said, pull Yenn's map from his back pocket.

“A regular ol' treasure hunt.” You quipped, peeking around his arm. “Anything helpful?”

“The map has mention of Aelirenn and Dol Naev'de, also known as Valley of the Nine.” He said, pointing them out on the map for you. “There's a small mark on it. So, it's worth a look. I'll have to grab Roach to make the trip though. It's a long way from here.”

He folded the map up and tucked into his pocket, then turned back towards Beauclair.

“Geralt.” You called out to him, motioning to the grave, when he turned back to face you.

“What?” He frowned, not catching the meaning of your gesture.

“Close it.” You cooed at him, with a somber expression. “It's not right someone disturbed him for a book.”

“We just disturbed him for a book, min minne.” Geralt countered, the corner of his lip twitching.

“Still, Geralt. He deserves his rest, as we all do.” You entreated him.

Drawing a soft sigh, Geralt returned to the grave side and leaned over it, he used the strength of his powerful arms to shove the thick stone slab back into its rightful place over Professor Moreau's coffin. He straightened up and looked at you, lifting a brow, and you nodded at him, satisfied.

“One less dead person risen from the grave you have to deal with.” You commented, sarcastically. patting him on the back and kissing his cheek.

“Funny.” Geralt chuckled, giving your bum a playful smack, making you yip. “You can't come with me.” He said, as you returned to Beauclair and where you had left Roach.

“Why not?” You frowned, a bit disappointed, you enjoyed helping him with his contracts.

“I don't know how dangerous this could be.” He reasoned, grabbing Roach by the reins. “I won't endanger you. So, I'm going to take you to the Rose and Knight inn, in the center of the City, and you'll wait for me there.”

“What if something happens to you?” You argued, following after him, while he led you through the streets.

“What else would be new?” He chuckled at you over his shoulder.

“The new thing is this matter isn't about you going to slay a monster in the countryside.” You huffed, annoyed by how nonchalant he was being. “This professor was mucking about with mutations.”

Geralt's shoulders slumped and he stopped, his head hung for a second, before he finally turned around to look at you. He could see all the concern and fear in your eyes over this task, more so than usual. Which he understood. Considering it for a minute longer, Geralt tugged Roach around and mounted up, then reached down and pulled you up behind him.

“If anything should happen-”

“I know, I know.” You assured him, leaning against his back. “Tuck tail and run.”

The ride through the Toussaint countryside was stunning. The rolling hills of vineyards baking in the cloudless sun, their vines drooping with fat grapes waiting to be picked and turned into area's finest wine. Homey and extravagant villas dotted the landscape as well, abuzz with their daily chores as you Geralt rode by them.

You sighed, pressing your cheek against Geralt's shoulder blade, relaxing. “I could stay here forever.” You cooed, as Geralt guided Roach onto a path that led in a thicket of trees, cooling you with their leaf-y shade, after the unrelenting heat.

“Oh.” Geralt answered, his chuckle rumbling against your cheek. “That's because you haven't seen it in the winters.”

“It can't be much worse than Kaer Morhen.” You commented, smirking.

“Oh, you'd be surprised.”

Coming out of the woods and around the bend of a sloping hill, Geralt pulled Roach to a stop on the shore of a large and startling clear lake, where the two of you got down. Geralt took a sword from a holster that hung the horse's saddle and the pouch of his vials from in the bag, before the two of you started looking for any indication of an entrance to a mysterious laboratory. You walked along the one side of the shore, where the bank was built up, eroded from years of the lake water lapping at, while Geralt check the water.

“What is it with Mages and their mysteries?” You sighed, shaking your head.

“They live too long.” Geralt grunted back. “After so many years on the Continent, they become paranoid and full of themselves.”

“Starting to make a lot of sense.” You agreed, spotting a unique little rock sitting on the edge of the sand and grass. Going for the rock, you noticed a narrow, grassy culvert that went back a good way. You couldn't see where it ended, or if there was an end, with the limbs of several trees flanking the culvert drooping over it, like a leafy curtain.

“Geralt.” You called out, cocking your head and taking a step into the ditch. “What about over here?” You mumbled, inching further.

The Witcher turned, just as you disappeared and called out your name. “She'll be the death of me.” He sighed, hurrying to follow after you. “Wait.” He hissed under his breath, grabbing you by the wrist as he came up behind, pulling you to a halt. “We don't know if the Professor's lab is down here or what is.”

“You need to be careful.” He softly scolded you, protectively.

“Sorry.” You whispered back, but cast your eyes up ahead. “But don't you think we should check it out?”

“I will investigate it. You will stay behind me.” Geralt corrected you, pulling his sword and moving forward.

You stayed on Geralt's heels, while he used the tip of his sword to part the tree branches, the muscles of his body tense and every one of his keen senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary and wishing ill intent. You jerked and gasped softly at the whoop of a bird in the distance, instinctively grabbing the back of Geralt's black shirt.

Coming out of the other side of the foliage, you and Geralt discovered a decayed stone wall. It was covered in moss and dead, creeping vines, several of its ashy stones laying in the spongy, overgrown grass and mud. You saw nothing special about it and figured Geralt hadn't either, so you started to turn back.

“Fuck.” Geralt growled under his breath, stopping you.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, turning back to him.

“I hate portals.” He scowled, moving closer to stone wall and bent over, picking up what you had figured was just a rock, then slotted it into one of the gaps.

A low hissing, hum filled the space around you and the hair on your forearms stood up as the static from the portal mounted. Geralt stepped back from the wall, took a deep breath, and with a jerk of his arm, produced the Sign of his Aard. The Aard hit the stone, making it wobble in its base, before it started to glow and an arched portal appeared on the face of the wall.

“That's promising.” You commented, looking at Geralt with a lifted brow.

He shot you a dark, narrow eyed look and approached the portal, taking deep slow breaths. “What's wrong with a good, solid locked door?” He complained under his breath, before stepping through.

“Kills giant, poisonous monsters for a living. Terrified of portals.” You grinned, hooting with laughter, and following after him.

You came stumbling out the other side, gasping for air, disoriented and nauseous. But managed to land on your feet and was slowed down by Geralt's strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his torso. He looked you over, with an expression that wanted to make sure everything was in the right place and you had all the part you were meant to have.

“I'm fine, Geralt.” You cooed at him, gently kissing his stubbly cheek.

Nodding, he let you go and glanced around the cavernous room you had been spit out into. It smelled damp, moldy, airless and like a nest of Kikimore had been using it as a litter box. You could hardly see more than two feet in front of you, but thankfully Geralt had no such issue. His sharp, cat-like eyes could see around you, as if it was a well lit room. So, you made sure to keep near him, putting your feet where his had been.

The place was like Elven ruins that had caved in or been covered over across time. With tall arches and columns. Rubble and rubbish littered the ground, making your footing unsure as you went deeper in. Geralt stopped, causing you to bump him, your lips parting in question of why he had halted, until you saw the spark of his Igni, lighting something you couldn't quite make out in the shadows. Until, it ignited, a iron brazier, casting an amber glow against the wall and a small radius around its base.

“This is a crazy place to have a lab.” You criticized, giving the place a better look, now that the brazier was lit. “I can understand wanting to do your research in peace and privacy. But hiding your portal in such away, then having to navigate through a ruin to get to it.” You shook your head, confused.

“It seems like over kill.”

“It is.” Geralt agreed, lighting another brazier, that revealed a crumbling set of stairs. “It's only making me more suspicious of what type of mutagens he was working with.”

Your eyes shot up to the back of his head, an uneasy feeling filling your stomach at the thought of Professor Moreau testing Witcher mutagens.

Carrying on, you descended the stairs and passed through a narrow hallway, coming out into an elevated cross way, leading off in three directions, one of which was blocked off by a large statue of a panther. Sighing, Geralt moved forward, investigating the other two paths, in doing so, he discovered the body of the grave robber.

“Hm.” He grunted, shaking his head at the poor soul, but nevertheless, he searched his person for the Professor's journal, only finding a few loose pages of it.

“Geralt.” You called out, softly.

“One moment.” He answered, scanning the pages, learning the Professor had become paranoid with someone trying to break into his laboratory, and had installed security measures.

“Geralt.” You called again, a bit more urgently.

“What is it, min minne?” He sighed, turning on his heels to look back at you.

Your eyes were fixated on the panther statue standing menacingly above Geralt. “Is-is that-” You licked your lips, trying to compose yourself. “Is that statue-the panther's eyes—supposed to glow?” You asked, your voice squeaking a bit at the end as your eyes flared.

Geralt's head jerked upward to the statue, just in time to have the creature strike out against him. “Run!” He roared back at you, fumbling for his sword.

Not needing any other prompts, you turned on your heels and bolted down the hallway from where the two of you had just come. The panther knocked Geralt flat onto his back, forcing him to brace his forearm against its throat in prevention of its powerful jaws from biting into anything vital. Unable to grab his sword, Geralt brought up one foot, yanking a dagger from inside his boot and driving the needle thin blade into the snarling animal's neck. The panther gurgled, then dissolved into a pile of ash, revealing itself to be a specter, one of Professor Moreau's security attempts.

Getting up, Geralt searched for you, running almost full speed down the passageway and up the crumbling stairs. But skid to a halt, when he found you by the first brazier, a look of terror and worry on your face. Seeing Geralt was all right, you ran to him, colliding into his chest and locking your arms around his torso, to hide your face in his neck.

“You see now, why I didn't want you to come?” He sighed, resting his head on top of yours.

You nodded, still to overcome to speak for a second. “I do, but I still want to help.”

“I don't know what help you can be.” He countered, tipping your head back, so you looked at him, studying your eyes. “You are the most stubborn woman I've ever met.” He chuckled, shaking his head, knowing he couldn't deter you.

“It's why you fell in love with me.” You quipped back at him.

“One of the reasons.” He teased back, before becoming serious again. “You'll stay in the room I've cleared, before going any farther, do you understand me?”

“Loud and clear, Witcher.” You nodded, pushing up on your toes to kiss him.

Continuing on, You and Geralt navigated through the maze, hoping you were getting closer to the Professor's lab and the answers to your questions. There hadn't been any more specters to jump out and attack either, but there had been a few traps Geralt needed to disarm, before either of you could move forward. Such as a spike trap, that came up out of the floor.

“This place is endless.” You remarked, edging around the disarmed spikes, heart pounding in your chest.

“Seems that way.” Geralt answered, waiting for you, then entered the next room. “The fuck.” He barked, brow wrinkling.

“What?” You called out, staying in the other room, just like he wanted you to. “Is it safe?”

Geralt took a deep breath, studying the creepy Gargoyles that lined alcoves on the main level, with an inactive portal, while the next two levels were lined with inactive portals. “Stay there.” He barked, slowly approaching two pedestals in the center of the room, on either side of a massive statue, and examined them, finding scrap marks on the sides.

Looking at the Gargoyles, he noticed two of them were missing hands. Narrowing his eyes, Geralt approached one and broke the hand off with blast of his Aard. Taking the heavy piece of stone to the pedestal, he rested it on top and a loud clicking noise echoed in the room, followed by the unmistakable whoosh of a portal opening. Turning in a circle and casting his eyes around, Geralt found one of the portals on the upper level active.

“Geralt.” You shouted, planting you hands on your hips.

“Just wait.” He growled, seeing if he could map out a way up to the portal, but wasn't sure where it would take him or if he could get back.

Taking the stone hand off the first pedestal, Geralt shifted it to the other one, gaining the same results he did with the other one, but opening a portal on the middle tier. Humming, he broke off another Gargoyle hand and set it on the other pedestal, activating both portals, but not the portal on the main level.

“What's the issue, Geralt?” You called out to him, growing curious.

“Mage shenanigans.” He growled under his breath, circling the statue and regarding the other gargoyles and inactive portals.

Impatient with waiting for Geralt to tell you the way was safe, you strode into the room, but jerked back a step, surprised by the thick set of grotesque gargoyles. You recovered quickly though, spotting the singing portals and your frustrated Witcher.

“What's the rub?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“That portal-” He pointed to the portal in question. “needs to activate. But so far, only these two have.” He explained, motioning to the others.

“Mmhm. Quite the situation.” You nodded, biting your lip.

“Yes.” Geralt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I loathe mages.”

“Didn't you date one?” You inquired, giving him a teasing and sharp gaze.

“Against my better judgment.” He replied, rolling his eyes.

“So, what happens, if you only have one of the pedestals active?” You asked, studying them.

“Only one of the portals open.”

“Have you tried going through one of them?”

“No, not yet, and I'm not really in a rush to.” He answered, pacing. “I don't know where they go, or if once I go through them, that I can get back here.”

“Perhaps, you're right.” You sighed, gazing at the statue. “Mages do live too long.”

That brought a soft chuckle out of Geralt. “They do.”

Seeing no other options, Geralt began climbing towards the portal on the middle tier, just as you noticed a crevice, low in the robe of the statue. Glancing between it and Geralt, you slipped your hand inside of it, praying not to come into contact with any unsavory creatures that could make their home in the small space, and felt around.

“Geralt, wait!” You called out, your fingers coming into contact with something.

“What is it!” He called back, spinning around as he stood before the portal. “What's wrong?”

“I found something! But I can't quite manage it.” You told him, staining.

“Don't touch it!” He warned you, jumping back down and quickly moving to your side. “It might be a trap.” He told you, his breath hot on your neck.

“And if it's not?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Move, I'll do it. Go back into the other room. In case, something happens.” He ordered you, jerking his white head towards the door.

Knowing that arguing with Geralt was useless, you did as he asked of you, but angled yourself so you could see him. Geralt pulled his glove off and wedged his large hand into the crevice, just finding the button that was hidden inside. With a little wiggling, he pressed on the button and yanked his hand back out again, readying himself for the worst.

Several of the gargoyles turned on hidden bases in the floor, all turning to face the statue and the direction of the inactive bottom portal, and a suspenseful moment later, the portal came to life. Geralt let out a huff of amused surprise, looking the portal over.

“It worked!” He called out to you. “And, it's safe.”

You ran into the room and grinned at the portal, proud that you had figured out a Mage's security system, but felt your stomach twist a little bit. “So, do we go through it?” You asked, looking up at Geralt.

“It's through there or back the way we've come.” He replied, pulling his glove back on. “I'll go first, in case there's anything dangerous.”

“Very well, I'll wait a minute, then follow after you.” You nodded, lightly touching his arm.

Nodding, Geralt stepped through the portal with no further ado and you waited anxiously for a minute or two, stomach in knots not knowing if Geralt was in the fight for his life on the other side, wherever it led. Unable to wait any longer, you slipped through the portal after him, coming out the other side gasping and sick to your stomach, but intact.

“Geralt?” You called out, pressing a hand to your tummy.

“Welcome to Professor Moreau's laboratory.” He replied, coming from around a corner.

You looked about the strange and disheveled space with a shake of your head. “I expected more.” You answered, moving down a set of stairs.

Geralt had lit the many braziers and standing candelabras situated around the room, giving the already unsettling room an unsettling feeling. You found cluttered tables, bookcases, tall brass instruments, a Mage communication device, a large, iron cage and a huge and grotesque, glass specimen jar with something black and almost human floating in it.

“Well, have you learned anything yet?” You asked, hugging your arms against your chest, even with the braziers, there was an eerie cold about the place.

“There are Megascope crystals on a pillow next to Moreau's Megascope.” He motioned to them, next to the mage communication system of three stands, that stood in a circle, a loop at the top, where the crystals rested and a powerful piece of glass to project the image magically etched onto the crystal. “I found another on that desk over there.” He added, motioning over to it.

“I'm going to see what our dear Professor has on them.” He said, moving over to the Megascope.

“I can dig around, see if there are anymore.” You said, glancing about. “Or anything else of interest.”

“All right, just don't touch whatever those are.” He said, pointing to the brass instruments, one of which looked like a strange Iron Maiden.

“Don't have any plans to, love.” You gulped, getting goose-bumps as you edged by them.

Geralt picked up the three crystals, slotting them into the Megascope and turned the rune cylinder at the bottom of one of them, activating that specific crystal's information. A bleak image of Professor Moreau, devoid of color, flickered to life in the center of the Megascope stands. Professor Moreau wore typical mage robes, he had a wrinkled face with a pair of pinch glasses perched on his nose, and spoke with a typical Toussaint accent.

“Today, I begin my great life's endeavor, one greater and more significant than any I have thus far undertaken, for it relates to me personally. To me and my son.” He spoke, confessing his son, Jerome, was a Witcher and he made an oath to recover him, his apparition turning in circles as he spoke.

“So, it is Witcher mutagens.” You said, poking around a bookcase.

“Yes.” Geralt nodded, troubled.

The crystal ended with the Professor vowing, Gods being on his side, to reverse the Witcher mutagens in Jerome and make him an ordinary man again.

“I wonder if the Professor managed to do so.” He frowned, turning on the next crystal.

“Observation twenty-two, despite applying a surfeit of toxic substances, significantly more than usual, the subject displayed no symptoms of overdose.” Professor Moreau's reanimated projection explained, as Geralt stroked his scruffy cheek. “This is a minor success. Jerome may be able to tolerate better toxicity.”

The crystal ended with a soft pop and Geralt moved on to the next crystal, explaining how to make the mutagens less taxing and listing the mutagen base. He slotted the last crystal he had in, listening to Moreau speak about how one mutagen could be transmuted into another through the addition of certain ingredients, and of his subject, though on the brink of death, was much stronger than he had been and came back from the edge of death.

“It seems he's enhanced his subject, instead of cured them.” Geralt commented, more to himself than you.

“Have you never met this Jerome?” You asked, coming to stand beside him.

“No.” He shook his head. “But that's not too uncommon. He might be from another Witcher school or dead.”

“Ah. Well, I did find the Professor's journal on Witcher Mutagens.” You informed him, holding up the worn, purple, cloth bound book to him. “I suppose, you want to take it and the Megascope crystals back to Kaer Morhen with us.”

Geralt gave you a golden glance from the corner of his eyes, that told you he did, but not before getting into something you weren't going to be happy about. You sighed at him, letting your hand drop back to your side, eyes falling shut for a moment.

“You want to test this mutagen stuff out, don't you?” You asked, needlessly.

“I do.” Geralt answered, with a short nod.

“Why?” You groaned, looking up at him with a pleading look. “Can't we at least go to Kaer Morhen and do it in a safe environment, with Vesemir? That way, if something happens, we'll have him to revive your stupidity?”

A broad grin passed over his lips. “But all the equipment is already here, min minne.” He cooed at you. “We'd have to build all of it at the Keep.”

“Then, you'd have to fight Eskel and Lambert for first go inside.” You added, knowing that was going to be his next argument. “I thought you were over the whole Trial of the Grasses! You bitch about how hard it was! How much it hurt and blah blah! But you're all pony up to do this?” You scolded him, shaking your head. “Jaskier would be tripping over his lute, if he was here to witness this.”

“What if it fails and you die!” You protested, waving the book in his face.

“I'm sure I'll be fine.” He smiled, kissing you lightly on the forehead.

You rolled your eyes at him. “It's not like I can talk you out of it. So, what do you need me to do?” You sighed, giving in.

“I want you to go through his book and tell me what ingredients I need.” He said, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek, trying to pacify you.

“Very well.” You glanced around and found a low stool by the table, next to the strange Iron Maiden, and took it up, starting to skim through the book, while Geralt investigated the rest of the laboratory.

“Something about a Pale Widow.” You said aloud, still skimming. “Getting a syringe full of mutated giant centipede albumen from the Pale Widow and the Ashwagandha herb.” You looked up at Geralt.

“That's all it states.”

“Well, he has to have it readily here.” Geralt answered, scanning the room, spotting an opening in the stone wall inside the iron cell and a well used needle on the wooden table you sat beside. “Stay here, I'll be right back.” He said softly, heading that way.

“Ger-” You started to call after him, before giving up and going back to reading the book.

Geralt ducked into the opening in the wall, finding a dank and dripping tunnel, following it into a large, cavernous space, the floor deep with stinking mud. He slowly pulled his sword as he dropped into the mud, knowing a space like this was a ripe place for a creature to live and attack. But he only saw the walls lined with eggs, quiet and dormant. His medallion was still, giving no indication of magic or monster wishing ill intent upon him.

Though, he kept a firm grip on the hilt of his sword, approaching one of the eggs. He squatted down and pulled the dagger from his boot, slicing open the egg, to be greeted with a putrid scent, making his nose wrinkle. There was a long dead, juvenile, mutated giant centipede inside. Geralt wouldn't have been surprised if the Professor had been keeping its parent as a pet, breeding it for the eggs in his countless Mutagen experiments, then killed the elder after he gave up, leaving the babies to starve and rot off.

Stuffing his dagger back into his boot, Geralt pricked the curled up corpse with the syringe and drew out what little albumen was left inside of it, getting half a syringe full. He cut open another, until the needle chamber was full, then returned to you.

“All right, Albumen acquired.” He said, holding up the syringe.

“I found the herb, Ashwagandha, in one the chests.” You answered, pointing to where you laid it on the table. “All you have to do, is put them both in that boiler, then get into the machine yourself.” You told him, a hard lump forming in your throat, at the thought of your beloved Wolf getting into the iron maiden contraption.

Nodding, Geralt set the syringe down carefully, along with his sword, before pulling off his boots. He stripped naked and looked at you, seeing the worry and conflict on your face. “I'll be fine, Firefly.” He cooed at you, reaching out to cup your cheek for a moment.

“You best be, or I'll never forgive you.” You whimpered back, turning your head to kiss his palm.

Adding the ingredients and activating it, Geralt stepped into the machine, while you stood there, helplessly. You paced before the machine for several minutes, figuring that's all it would take, listening to it pop, hiss and clank. But ten minutes went by and Geralt didn't step out. Thirty minutes, still Geralt was inside. You grew concerned, debating on whether or not you should open it and check on him.

Perhaps he'd passed out and couldn't open the door himself? Or what if he was-

No, he's fine. You cut off the thought, pressing a fist to your mouth. He knows what he's doing. Geralt knows his limits. You tried reassuring yourself, pacing from the bottom of the stairs to the back of the room, your restless impatience growing as the hour and half mark was passed.

You started at the sound of unoiled hinges opening, lifting your head from the table you had rested yourself on, several hours before. However, seeing the door to the machine open and realizing Geralt was finally coming out, you jumped to your feet and rushed to him, just getting your arms around his torso as his legs gave out from under him.

“Geralt!” You panted, feeling his burning skin through your clothing, his head heavy on your shoulder as you both went down to your knees. “Are you all right?” You inquired, hearing his breathing slightly labored.

You cupped his face in your hands and pushed his head up, shocked to find his eyes glowing, the skin of his face dark and marked with black lines, as if he had taken one of his potions or elixirs. He didn't speak for a long time, just catching his breath and resting against you, his eyes and skin returning to normal.

“I'm all right.” He rasped, gulping thickly, his throat and mouth dry. “I'll be all right.” He groaned, pushing himself up onto his feet, wobbling for a second. “How long was I in there for?”

“Hours.” You replied, standing as well. “I was starting to think you weren't coming back out.”

He nodded, moving around the table for his clothing, which in your anxious impatience, you had folded. “We should go.” He said, sluggishly pulling them on.

“For fuck sake, Geralt, sit down and rest for a moment.” You barked at him, pointing to the stool by his leg.

“I'm fine.” He grunted back at you, bunching up his black shirt to pull it over his head and jamming his feet into his boots.

“All right, fine.” You huffed back. “While you were having a merry jaunt in there, I found a map of this place in the Professor's journal.” You told him, with a lifted brow. “Behind that bookcase is supposed to be a hidden passage out, that's shorter.”

“Good.” He nodded, looking towards the Megascope.

“I have the crystals and the journal.” You assured him, resting your hand on his back, feeling the tense muscles there. “I took care of all that, while waiting for you to finish cooking in your Mutagen steamer.” You quipped, forcing a smirk.

Grunting and nodding again, Geralt continued and shoved the bookcase out of the way, finding a vulnerable wall behind it. Without hesitation, he used his Aard on the loose bricks, blasting them inward and rocking the room around you.

“Gods alive!” You gasped, grasping the back of Geralt's arm.

Geralt chuckled and the two of you followed the low ceiling tunnel, finding another portal, that was simply activated by a crystal that laid on the ground. Stepping through, you found yourselves back on the shore of the lake, but a mile or two down from where you had originally entered. With a shrill whistle, calling Roach, you and Geralt walked along the water, to meet the horse, while also enjoying the fresh and cool air.

“I look forward to that luxurious room at the inn.” You commented, getting up behind Geralt on Roach. “To a nice, hot bath. That experiment has made you a bit-foul.” You chuckled, resting your chin on his shoulder and peeking around at him.

“More than usual?” He asked, cocking a brow at you.

“Just a tad.” You laughed, squeezing your arms around his waist.

He spurred Roach back to Beauclair and got a handsome room for the two of you, at the Rose and Knight Inn, that sported its own tub and a balcony, letting you see the vineyards and apiaries in the rolling hills past the city gates in the distance. You stayed for two weeks, not leaving the room for anything. Having your meals brought up to you. Preferring to stay in bed or the bathtub together. It was romantic and refreshing.

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Eren Yeager x Reader

Inspired by The Hunger Games/ AU since I'm hyperfixating on them thanks to the movies being added on Netflix.

I want to explain a few things for context as to this AU. Eren takes the place of Peeta, Zeke takes Gale and you're Katniss. For anyone wondering I'm imagining Armin and Mikasa as Finnick and Johanna. The games work the same except the titans get sporadically throw in to make things worse and instead of being a forest for the first games its the city. Each victor has a set of EDM gear to help them go around. Now onto the story!

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You sighed as you put Eren down on the floor. He was barely concious after getting out of his titan form. You didn't know what took over you as you used your EDM gear and ran carrying him in your arms. Now here you were hiding from the other tributes with Eren. His body felt hot as you placed your hand on his forehead. But to your relief he slowly fluttered his eyes open. He looked up at you slowly in a dazed state "Y/N..." he whispered a smile tugging up his lips

You let out a sigh of relief. The moment you had heard that 2 tributes from the same district could be saved you ran and ran trying to find Eren. However imagine your surprise realizing Eren was also a Titan shifter. You lifted your hand and took some hair out of his face. You were trying hard to sell you 2 being crazy in love. But it was getting harder by the minute because you felt yourself actually falling in love.

A part of you didn't want to, because you had Zeke back home madly in love with you and taking care of your family. Yet here you were in the games with his half brother falling for him. Nonetheless you shook your head and smiled at him "Hey... you're awake" you said softly.

He chuckled and slowly lifted his hand to his view. You watched him examine it in awe. "I... I thought I was going to die" he whispered. You didn't know what to say, so you did the next best thing you could think of. You layed next to him and rested your head on his shoulder, slowly guiding your hand up his arm.

"I thought I lost you, I'm so glad I didn't" you whispered. Eren wrapped his arms around you. From the small window you could see it was nighttime. "They won't find you here" you said softly "They already did, why do you think I was inside that titan... I thought I was going to die Y/N and that I couldn't protect you." You could hear his voice break. You were left a little speechless and turned away, looking through your bag for something.

"I always thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen." He said staring at you " You know the bread i would give you? My dad would beat me for doing that, I just wanted to help you. I remember I would watch you walk back home from school everyday" he whispered.

You looked up at him but you felt like no words would be able to come out of your mouth "Say something, please..." he said his voice breaking "I'm... not good at saying something" you mumbled glancing at him. "Then come here, please" he said giving you puppy eyes.

You placed your hand on his chest and slowly caressed it.

"Let's get some rest ok?" You whispered softly closing your eyes "OK..." he whispered back. You closed your eyes and felt as Eren shifted a bit. You don't know when you both actually gave in and fell asleep. But you do know when you woke up because of the sudden music coming in through the window. Eren shifted and you both sat up from the floor moving towards it. You both looked through the window watching the fallen tributes. A boy from district 7 who you vaguely remembered being named Marco, and a girl from district 10 named Sasha. Just as the music ended and you were both about to head you heard a voice coming in through a speaker. "Attention all tributes, attention all tributes!" You and Eren looked at eachother. His hand slowly slipped to hold yours, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. "Tomorrow morning we will hold a feast! And as the good host we are we will have something you all need. May the odds be ever in your favor!"

You turned to look at Eren and saw he was still burning up a bit. "Your medicine" you whispered as you placed your hand on his forehead. "No" he said firmly shaking his head and grabbing your wrist gently. "If something happened to you there I would not be able to live with myself Y/N"

You shook your head and stood up walking towards your bag of supplies. You were determined to get him that medicine. You barely heard clothing shuffle as suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Eren's deep emerald eyes staring into your (E/C) ones. He was silently begging you not to go, him pulling you slightly closer.

You thought back to Zeke, you thought back to your sister and your mother. You thought back to everyone watching you at that moment. You placed your hand on Eren's cheek and gently pulled him in your lips connecting with his. Eren softly gasped against your lips but didn't take long in responding. The kiss was passionate. He smelled like the forest and wood and the warmth of his body invited you in further. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist. Once you to broke the kiss you were breathless.

"Now there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Eren..."

"Please..." he says looking at you, you swore you saw stars in his eyes. You sighed and put your bag down "Ok" you mumbled "I'll stay" Eren let out a sigh of relief and layed back down on the floor. You slowly made your way next to him and layed down, resting your head on his chest again. But deep down you knew what you were going to do, you were going to wait until he fell asleep and then...

You would get his medicine, even if it costed you your life.

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#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren x reader #hunger games au

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whimsicalmeerkat · 4 months

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@dear-massacre tagged me for this and I finally remembered to post it. This is from my wip titled wash off all this blame.

“How did you sell this to my dad?”

Derek rolls his head to face him, like lifting it off the back of the couch and turning it is more effort than he’s willing to expend. It’s late—Stiles isn’t sure how late, but definitely well past midnight. He’s been wondering about this for days.

“I told him I wanted to see if I could help you by trying some of the things that helped me.”

Derek’s voice is soft, almost lazy. Stiles waits, but it seems like that’s all he’s going to say.

“Did you tell him what those things were? Because we haven’t been doing much besides hangout on the beach and watch movies, and none of that sounds like it belongs in the John Stilinski Cure for Trauma.”

Stiles resists the urge to make air quotes. Derek’s lips twitch before settling into something more neutral.

“He didn’t ask for specifics. I’m not sure if he decided he could trust me or it was something else that convinced him, but he agreed to let me try to help you.”

“He was probably just desperate. I keep trying not to worry him, but I can’t stop the nightmares and he can tell when I don’t sleep.”

Derek hums, but doesn’t say anything. Stiles rolls his head back to face thr tv after a moment. It isn’t even playing anything, just displaying the Netflix menu on mute. Stiles considers trying to find something else to watch, but he doesn’t want to disturb the sense of peace he’s feeling.

“Someone who loves you being worried about you doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong.”

Apparently Derek isn’t as committed to maintaining silence as Stiles. He considers that idea. He can see why Derek said it. He can also see how it’s true sometimes. After all, it isn’t his dad’s fault that he has the kind of career that worries Stiles. There’s a huge difference between that and the things his dad has to worry about, though. They’re not the same thing at all.

“Decided to make me talk after all?”

He snapped the words, trying to use them as a weapon in the hopes it will deflect Derek. Or maybe piss him off. Stiles could go for an argument right now.

Instead, Derek sighs then picks up the remote and starts flipping through the menu. Stiles stares blankly at the screen, just trying not to think.

If you see this, consider yourself tagged!

#sterek #teen wolf #fanfic #wash off all this blame #author:whimsicalmeerkat

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notwhatiam · 1 year

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OKAY.

So.

I was on a call with my parents today.

We were talking about the Inside Job cancellation, because I’ve been really upset about it and they were actually the ones who got me into the show in the first place. I was saying how weird and unfair it was that it just got pulled out of the blue, when my dad chimed in with something along the lines of, “yeah, but it’s not as though this kind of thing hasn’t happened to the show before. Remember that episode from the end of Part 1 that Netflix ended up taking down?”

And I was immediately like

And my mom and dad were like, “yeah, you don’t remember? That episode at the end of the first part of Season 1. The one with Reagan’s childhood friend that Rand erased from her memory.”

I said, yeah, the part where Reagan goes into her own mind and discovers that she had a friend named Orrin that Rand made her forget. At the end of the episode, she goes back to the present and uses his name as the password to shut down Bear-O and save her friends. That episode is still on Netflix. It didn’t go anywhere.

They were like, “no, but then there’s another episode AFTER that. The one where we find out what actually HAPPENED to Orrin.”

According to them, there was a lost eleventh episode after Inside Reagan. This episode revealed that Rand had trapped Orrin in a cartoon-inspired play land where he had been stuck for the last twenty years. Everyone in the real world thought he had died, and his dad had turned into a broken-down shell of a man over the loss of his son. Reagan and Rand ended up going into the cartoon world to try to save him, and they found out that Orrin had been surviving the whole time by breeding with the cartoon creatures and eating their offspring. They said that they were really confused when they went back to rewatch the first season and the episode wasn’t there, but they could also understand why it had been taken down, because it was honestly one of the most disturbing pieces of television that they had ever seen.

At this point in the conversation, I just assumed that they were messing with me. It’s not like they don’t have a history of pulling twisted shit like this (for context: my dad told me to start watching Inside Job in the first place because he relates to Rand and thought I’d relate to Reagan, and he was 100% right), so I asked them straight-up if they were trying to play some kind of prank. A “ha-ha, you made your own Mandela-effect-style conspiracy” type of prank. They swore up and down that they weren’t lying, and that they both distinctly remembered watching this episode together. They were shocked that I had never seen it, and the entire time over the past year and a half that we’ve been talking about the show, they had thought that this was a part of our shared experience.

So commenced the weirdest Googling spree that I have ever been a part of. I looked for “Inside Job lost episode”, “Inside Job episode 11”, and then a lot of stuff like, “kid gets trapped in cartoon world and mates with creatures to eat their offspring” (which provided a LOT of results, but nothing useful for any purpose except probably for sending the FBI to my house). My parents kept searching for stuff based on details that they could recall from the episode (for example: they remembered a specific moment where Reagan jumped off a cliff and discovered that the ground was bouncy), but they couldn’t find anything on their end. I asked them if they were absolutely sure that this was part of Inside Job, and they weren’t just mixing it up with another show. They were both completely certain that it had been Inside Job, and my parents don’t watch that much animation, so it would have been pretty hard for them to draw on anything else. I went through the Tumblr tag for Orrin Carthwait again, and it was all speculation about what COULD have happened to him, which meant that nobody else had seen this mystery episode, either. Besides, I love this show, and I practically live on Inside Job Tumblr, so if a lost episode existed somewhere, I have a really hard time believing that I wouldn’t have come across it. We’ve been on the phone for an hour at this point. My parents are going through their Netflix history trying to figure out what the fuck they watched. Meanwhile, I’m just lying face-down on the floor having a meltdown because I’m convinced that my parents and I live in different realities. The thing was, it wasn’t a totally impossible scenario? The story did seem to fit together fairly well with the parts of the show that I knew. Also, there’s an episode of Gravity Falls (which was made by a lot of the same people who made Inside Job, and contains a lot of similar themes) where Mabel gets trapped in a cartoonish fantasy land that sounds fairly similar:

So, maybe it was possible that Inside Job contained the more adult version? There’s also the fact that Alex Hirsch did that thing where he basically long-form gaslit the GF fandom back in the day by releasing fake footage of a nonexistent spoiler to throw people off the trail when theories started getting too accurate (I’m too lazy to find a post to link; just look it up if you don’t know about this). Maybe the creators were trying to mess with people by releasing an episode to only a handful of viewers and then yanking it, thus creating a conspiracy about the show in itself? Still, it wouldn’t make sense that EVERY trace of the episode would be wiped from existence. You’d think somebody would be talking about it somewhere. I started wondering if maybe it was possible that I HAD actually seen it, and just didn’t remember it. The thing was, it did actually sound really familiar, and some of the details my parents were describing felt way too clear in my mind. Did I just block it out? Where was it, then? I was absolutely losing my fucking mind at this point, so I started a last-ditch effort to just go through any adult animation shows I could think of and read the synopses of every single episode to see if one matched the description. And finally, FINALLY,

I found the bitch.

It’s Rick and Morty, Season 3, Episode 9: “The ABCs of Beth.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it, so I guess I forgot most of the details. Rewatching it back, though, it’s undoubtedly the same story that my parents were describing. The episode is about Beth discovering that Rick trapped her childhood friend, Tommy, in a fantasy play land of his own design called “Froopyland”. She goes back to try to save him, and discovers that he’s been surviving there the whole time by mating with the Froopyland creatures and then eating their kids. The story is basically about Beth coming to terms with the fact that, while her dad is a really fucked-up person, she isn’t entirely unlike him (for better or worse). Honestly, I can understand why my parents’ minds conflated this episode with the ending of Inside Job. The design of Tommy:

Could conceivably be an adult Orrin:

And a lot of the themes about dysfunctional family and fucked-up childhoods (including missing childhood friends) are actually incredibly similar.

Still, I can’t believe that I was actually briefly led to think that there was a lost episode of my favorite show that I had never seen, which was either purged from the collective consciousness or deleted from my own personal memory. This is the worst thing that my parents have ever done. If I ever go to a therapist, they’ll be hearing about this first.

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goblinratman101 · 1 year

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Random Demon Slayer Headcanons/Thoughts I think of

This has spoilers for the Demon Slayer manga and I will go in detail so I suggest not to read this unless you have read the manga

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Shinobu and Giyuu in my opinion are much better as found siblings than as a couple, both of them went through traumatic experiences with their siblings before they were both adults. Out of all the Hashira those two are always seen together, both Shinobu and Giyuu I headcanon as gay and lesbian respectfully (I know I’m so original) I feel like we were robbed of a cool sibling relationship with these two. Plus these two have so many similarities that I just might make a separate post for these two

In addition to lesbian Shinobu I like to think she had a crush on Mitsuri when she first met her, but I think after Shinobu realised how in love Mitsuri was for Iguro, Shinobu would then hide her feelings even more and help Mitsuri with Iguro instead wanting Mitsuri to be happy over her own happiness

Muichiro usually answers with hums or a nod because he doesn’t really know how to respond in a conversation especially if it’s just small talk as he finds them pointless

Muichiro I like to think is AroAce and either demiboy or non binary and would use he/him and they/them pronouns. In the modern setting I think Muichiro would definitely be a gamer as he usually gets lost in his own world so I think if he got into a game he wouldn’t stop thinking about it and always get distracted by new game updates or randomly think of a game character he likes if something reminded him of them

I think we were robbed of a Rengoku and Iguro brother/childhood friends scenes. I like to think these two try and set up a time once a week/month were they catch up and see how the other is doing while hanging out, I think on one of these outings Rengoku invited Mitsuri a lot and that’s how both Mitsuri and Iguro would develop a deeper crush on each other with an oblivious Rengoku in the middle not getting the romance at all

Shinobu in the modern setting gives me big “Little Miss Perfect” vibes. I think she would win a lot of trophies for lots of competitions like fencing, tennis and writing but I think Shinobu would enjoy playing the piano the most

Sanemi I think would talk with Gyomie a lot about Genya asking if his little brother was doing ok or tell Gyomie about things Genya likes and dislikes, as well as try to convince Gyomie that he should quit the demon slayer corps. But I think Gyomie wouldn’t do that and instead try to convince Sanemi to fix his relationship with his brother

Tengen I think would have trauma from his dad and his upbringing and wouldn’t want to have kids thinking he would be a bad influence, though Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma would convince Tengen that he would be a great dad so after 2 years after the demon slayer war they would start trying for a family, I think Makio would get pregnant first then Suma then Hinatsuru I like to think they would have ten children in total with Suma having 4 children, Makio would have 3 and Hinatsuru would have 3

Modern setting Iguro would have a Netflix series about his family

Modern Shinobu would definitely read horror or thriller books while drinking jasmine tea or coffee and sitting by a window at a cafe sitting all pretty

Muichiro is Giyuu’s little brother both of them have quite conversations via eye contact

Rengoku is a terrible cook but is the absolute best at baking, he can make any type of bread or pastry his favourite one to make though are cakes, donuts and Swiss rolls and he lets Mitsuri and Senjirou taste test (High School Rengoku would be a part timer at a bakery the Kamado family owns)

Kanao made a decision she wanted a to grow a plant without flipping her coin and it was a succulent plant that she added to a terrarium she made after that she keeps in a bottle in her room

Modern Mitsuri would be the soft UwU girlfriend type but don’t be fooled by her soft pink sweaters and cute frog/cat stickers, this sweet girl can do all the hard work she can change a tire with no problem she can fix any leaking pipes need help carrying something heavy she’s got it

Modern Sanemi has a pet dog and whenever people find out they think it’s a big scary dog but I think Sanemi would have a either a Toy fox Terrier that is a rescue dog that’s missing a right eye (Mitsuri would crotchet a sweater for the dog)

Modern Iguro and Sanemi have a bros b4 hoes pact the gets broken 50% of the time when they have a boys night bc Mitsuri would booty call Iguro

Modern Mitsuri likes to play the ukulele especially love songs that she thinks would be cute to perform to Iguro, Mitsuri also practices her performance to her cat plush before showing Iguro but sometimes he catches her practice and falls even more in love every time

Modern Giyuu and Muichiro both hate phone calls. Muichiro hates them because he’ll have to remember what the phone call was about instead of having a history of all the things that have been said so it’s easier to remember stuff. Giyuu just doesn’t like talking on the phone or to people in general

Modern Nezuko is a big dinosaur nerd and has many dinosaur encyclopaedias ever since she was 10 and now that she’s 13 she’s visited a dinosaur museum at least 24 times, Nezuko has watched every Jurassic movie in existence at least 5 times in a row

Modern Tanjiro growing up had really bad eye sight and had to have glasses but now he uses contacts

Modern Zenitsu I like to think is actually really smart with school and usually aces all his exams and any surprise quizzes he gets, everyone just assumes his an idiot with the way he throws himself at people, I also think Zenitsu is bisexual and has a big crush on both Nezuko and Tanjiro

Inosuke is ftm transgendered and was fed up with his boobies so he stabbed his tits, a Kakushi then brought him to Shinobu who got rid of his boobs and once he explained he did it on purpose and it wasn’t a demon attack Shinobu then got Inosuke on testosterone

College + Modern AU Uzui would be a music major that works part time at a record label store and is in a punk rock band with Rengoku, Sanemi, Iguro and Kanae, Hinatsuru works at a cafe and is studying to be a marine biologist and hopes to work at a sea life rescue facility, Suma works at a pet adoption center and has a daily struggle to try not to adopt every animal that comes in and is the one that helped Sanemi find his pet, Makio is a freelance photographer that works mainly for add commercials and she is also studying for an arts degree, the four of them live in an apartment together and Makio owns an art studio to work in and to stay at if any of them needs space (I have story ideas for this headcanon already)

Modern Daki and Gyutaro are Tanjiro and Nezuko’s childhood friends Nezuko and Daki would get in a lot of fights but as they got older and went to high school together they became really close, Tanjiro and Gyutaro would already be good friends as Gyutaro would become much protective over Tanjiro and Nezuko and would become the ‘big’ brother out of the four

I feel as though we were robbed of some good storytelling with Hantengu and Nakemi out of all the underrated characters those two are my top tier favs and I wish we got more out of them other than the lower moons and Gyokko we don’t get to see their backstory much we also don’t really see much of them turning into demons with Nakemi being the one with little to no detail on her background I do know her husband was an asshole so she murdered him before a performance and would continue to murder before one for good luck, but she ran into Muzan and was then turned into a demon and I’m pretty sure you only get this info if you look for it, but dammit I love this murderous underrated Queen (I’ll go in depth about my fav underrated characters another time)

Modern Akaza/Hakuji have sensitive teeth and have to drink with a straw especially if he has ice with his drinks or else his teeth will get really irritated and will get a headache from how sensitive they are

I’m gonna end this now or else this will be too long if this gets enough like or if I feel like it I’ll make a second part.

Love you guys

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elderemorune · 3 months

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Dad of Light/My Dad

So I just found out about Dad of Light.

For those unfamiliar, let me set a baseline for you. I'm a big fan of Final Fantasy 14, as mentioned previously. I get really into being a part of a community, and love playing the role of tank. Carrying my party through a dungeon and taking the hits as we fight back the forces of darkness suits me perfectly.

The game's been around a long time. The first version came out in 2010 with A Realm Reborn relaunching the game in 2013.

You may have heard some stories, about how fans of Kentaro Miura all dressed up as Dark Knights and formed a line in the major cities in the game to mourn his tragic passing.

And that's but a single facet of this lovely game.

Dad of Light is a Netflix project that came out in 2017, following the tale of a young man (Akio) who bonded with his dad (Hirotaro) over Final Fantasy when he was a kid.

Years down the line, Hirotaro suddenly quits his job without telling his family. Akio is concerned and decides to try to reconnect with his father by purchasing a PlayStation 4 and Final Fantasy XIV for him. With the help of his Free Company and friends, Aru and Kirin, Akio plans to use his character Maidy to befriend his father and discover why he quit his job.

Now, I haven't watched this yet. I literally just started, and it got me thinking about how much I love Eorzea, and how much I love MY dad.

See, stories about fathers and sons ALWAYS fuck me up. For a lot of reasons, but I think chiefly because I wish my dad was like any of these dramatized men. That he could apologize, mean it, and change his behaviour.

He's done part of the work. He apologized for being a rage monster when I was a child. For holding me to impossible standards that even he would have struggled to meet. He meant it when he took me aside in June of 2021 and told me he was sorry.

And the behaviour DID change, for awhile. We worked together at his tech startup (which is still just he and I), and we were doing amazing work. I was learning web design and constantly improving my own skills, because I wanted to be able to help him more.

Then his therapist retired, and he stopped doing the work to be better.

Then he put my wife and I in an incredibly uncomfortable living situation with my sister and her husband that mostly entailed her being entitled to everything, and when we'd put boundaries in place she'd just lose her shit. Then dad would step in, say something like "Don't make me choose between my kids" and fuck off like that would fix a damn thing when she was breaking the lease, up to and including bringing her then boyfriend in without even asking us if he could move in.

Then when we left that situation, he said he couldn't afford to pay Seattle wages.

So I left the company (under the impression that I had been let go), and I lived off savings for a few months after we got here. I scrounged for work, and had recruiters telling me I was worth way more than I was looking for, but that they couldn't find me work that paid the figures they were telling me I deserved.

It took awhile for us to even get things sorted here. We'd moved across the state to escape from my sister, and so that my wife could finally go to college. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a job that fit me. I worked for a temp agency for a bit, did a job for a big company answering emails. I figured it'd be fine, it's just emails. Turns out the customer service culture at the company was something along the lines of "All of our customers are literally the worst, we wish they'd just go away, but also we have to pay attention to super fine details when doing our emails so..."

I lasted ten days. Then I asked for my job back with Dad. Things have been better between us since he no longer owns our home or our car. But the condescension is still there. The frustration when I don't get topics he sees as simple.

He may have meant the apology, but a lot of the behaviour didn't change.

It makes me wonder what it would be like, if it started snowing in hell and I convinced the man to take up the mantle of Warrior of Light with me. Would he even let me tank for him? Or would he just run ahead and get mad when he died? Would he make fun of me for playing cross-gender? (Slicks M'Harbeck is the coolest, fucking fight me.) Or would he let me take the center stage and just let me help him for once?

I dunno.

I often say I love my dad, but I wouldn't wish him on anyone. None of my friends like him. My wife doesn't like him. But I love him. I know who he is, how he can be. He raised me, after all. It's hard to care for him because of his judgmental perspective, the way he was raised, all of it. I know some of his trauma, and it's not like I blame him for it.

But if I can be better, why can't he?

And stay that way?

I miss my dad.

Update: Just finished the first episode. I spent the entire time crying. I'm so incredibly jealous of the relationship that Akio and Hirotaro had. And so happy they could have it.

#ff14 #dad of light #netflix series #yoshi p #dad

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russilton · 1 year

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I’m curious about how you and Kimy met each other & got together, and who started shipping 4463 first? Just interested in hearing this kinda story and you can totally ignore me if you don’t want to answer. Hope you both have a nice weekend 😁

God no I love answering this question!

(Edit: while answering this question you caused me irreparable damage as I realised for the first time that abu dahbi 21 was the direct cause of me and kimy being on the call where I realised she liked me, and then I asked her out. I will never recover.)

Kimy (aka @thatsmemate ) and I met in 2017, technically twice, first in a shared discord server where we didn’t even realise we’d talked till years later, and the second time via tumblr

We both used to ship a fairly popular marvel ship (and still do, just less actively) that will go unnamed for the sake of plausible deniability, but anyone who wants to try hard enough can probably find my other blog lmao. I started making art for said ship in early 2017, and Kimy, without fail, left the BEST tags on my posts.

Not kidding, that’s genuinely how first connected, she used to leave the sweetest, kindest tags for me, that always made me feel like I was actually posting good work. And because they were always so good, I’d look forward to seeing her name in my notifs. Eventually I followed her back, because despite me being awkward as hell, it seemed like everyone I followed knew her (she will deny this, but it’s what I remember thinking, so it’s true), and thus, I wanted to know her. Eventually we started talking, then DMing, I wrote my first ever fic right into her tumblr DMs and by the end of that year we we’re insufferably inseparable.

We didn’t get together till December 2021 though, because in a fanfiction style twist, she ended been pining for 3 of those 5 years, and thought I knew. Anon, I did not know, because I am thick skulled and cannot read social hints.

Why December 21? Well Kimy decided to finally let me show her the hit Netflix documentary tiger king. Yes, THAT tiger king. Why? I shit you not I think it was genuinely because I was angry and upset about AD 21 happening THE DAY PRIOR and she was comforting me. A fact I had genuinely blocked out until writing this LMAO.

A combination of the trauma of AD combined with the best thing in my life happening means I assume my brain decided to separate the two. Anyway, she was pining, and I wasn’t. Not because I didn’t like her, but because I had no idea that was an option. My brain functioned under the assumption she couldn’t like me. Sky is blue, 1+1=2, she could never be attracted to me. At least it did until I made a STUPID joke about the first husband in tiger king. The one that got gay married for meth.

It went something along the lines of “my meth would be a partner who let me be a stay at home dad because I want to provide home care for my family” I know I’m so smart. She replied with saying she wouldn’t mind something like that because she hated having to do things after she got home and actually enjoyed work. I say “hahah maybe you should marry me for a green card, it might actually work out”.

I know. She was pining sadly, but the dusty cogs in my brain finally started working. And flirting. For the rest of the call I kept making jokes about soulmates and “that’s why you should marry me” as we discussed what we want out of our partners.

Call ends, she pines, I FINALLY go “oh shit, I think that was a Jk unless hint…” then spent a night thinking on it, before asking her out the following day. She said yes ❤️.

As you can tell from that story, I was very invested in F1 long before we got together, but I wasn’t shipping 4463 at that point yet. I was the one to pick it up first though. I even found 4463 works THROUGH a conversation with her! I caught a massive throbbing man crush on George (I had one on Lewis already but the George one was a lot less awe and a lot more nsfw) told her about it, and she kept encouraging me. Then after Spain I sent her a gif of Bono and Lewis looking gay, it lead to a convo about fanfiction, and I, long used to ao3, went looking…

I spent a few weeks getting neck deep in gewis, and I slowly started sending her things, because there’s not a thing on this earth I DONT share with her —She could blackmail me very effectively— and because she is the best person to ever live she got right into it with me, even after watching me have an angry betrayed ranting fit about certain fics that won’t be named BUT KNOW WHO THEY ARE.

By austria we started watching quali together on our date nights as she let me explain f1 to her. That’s why her favourite drivers are my favourite drivers, because I am a dreadful biased influence. Its the best thing on earth to share this with her. Because she is the best thing on my earth.

#asks #anonymous #personal #kimy’s tag #mark rambles

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eviltiddyproductions · 11 months

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Vincenzo : Episode 1

Oh my god STOP this title card is saurrrrr good

It is giving me the nostalgia of old crime thrillers which used to have these quiet , animated and wonderful title cards.

his hair are styled to the T my god, not a strand displaced. my dumbass wants to ruffle it a little.

and just like that an entire building is down 🫨

all of the shots up until now have been so pleasing to me. the cinematography is so unserious hot!? mind you, I'm four minutes in. 💀

the random ass vertical shot just as i said this

i thought he was the mafia boss? he's a lawyer

the shots are so beautiful HELP

Ohhhh, his boss is dead.

lmao the man just casually eating pasta. that's an Italian baby 🇮🇹

this man is so busy chowing down on that pasta that he cannot see the threat sitting in front of his table

did Netflix change its subtitles again (since i saw this happen with alchemy of souls i have never recovered my trust in them) like i can read! let them be

throw the pasta in this racist's face vince!!!

[foreboding music]

'regret is the most painful thing one can experience in life' bars! saying this before you kill someone and you're giving them a chance is funny but still bars

all of that blatant racism and heat for Vincenzo but can't handle 3 sentences said in Korean

i knew they were going to burn everything as soon as I saw the damn plane 😭

the driver liked that 😂

the score mixed with the silence is actually so good

not a second has been wasted as of it. it's been so pleasing on the eyes

yes!!! snap and kill that cigarette #real #lungsareourfriends

got out of that bathroom so elegantly to kill everybody 😭😭😭

Adrenaline playing let me just

no way they cut to a scene this cute WHO IS SHE I LOVE HER

lmaooo where is this discussion going, is she trying to strongarm him? gotta be the most adorable way I've ever seen

LMFAOOOO she is deadass singing Für Elise while making him take out the cake topper 😂

a string of money coming out she is so unserious 💀✋

wait I know this man

it's candy in my ear !!! cutie !!!

I LOVE HER

Do Bong Soon's dad and Itaewon class villain! Him being here... will this be a hit or a miss 😟

he's mad because she's working for the enemy, it's giving Itaewon Class

I still find it fun as of yet though

lmao is this emotional blackmail. ah we both clocked it 😂

cutieeee

i just watched xo kitty before this so this man getting a free taxi is so funny when my girl was running for her life in Korea when she got out of the airport

lmaooo not this limo man being a kidnapper

he's got really pretty eyelashes

[sinister laugh continues] 💀

honestly kidnappers accidentally kidnapping someone from the mafia is a storyline i can always get behind. you deserve each other!

the old man from alchemy of souls!

[ominous music playing]

superiors being lax after getting an important tip from a junior once again before impending doom

the way i already know what's going to happen to taecyeon like let me not get attached

His hair are so poofy and cute let me run a hand through them 😭

my man who burned like 7000 acres and contributed to 100% of climate change just got kicked in the face and knocked out cold by two casual robbers 😭

a true homecoming

i did not expect this show to be funny

speaking in lower tones with pauses so we know for sure that they're the bad guys doing a business deal

flower of evil detective?!! they really picked one person from each of the 5 kdramas I've watched 💀

he's having the worst day one can have in a new country 😂

the dramatic ass Italian music playing

the piano player 😂 oh wow the tenants of this building are something

lmaooo Vince having the weirdest day in Korea after having an intense I’m the shit, fear me moment in Italy is sending meeee

what is going on in this building

awoop monk jump scare

how does he look THAT good in a blue shirt

lmaooo the chef

everytime water goes out in foreign serials the south asian in me wants to beg people to just keep one bucket in their bathrooms just in case!

do not burn yourself king

the shower doing its own concert with breakdance slay

freezing water is always better than getting burnt by hot water 😭

he gets my pigeon hate omg they’re always outside your window !!!! doing the most 😡

leave sir 🐦 omg don’t use your phone !!

is that his mom? free us from the dumbass narrative of mom leaving child for adoption as heartless. y’all hate women and don’t get it at all

she is correct! this is literally not relevant and y’all are just trying to rile hate for her here. he’s teary eyed. oh no she worked for an abuser ?!!! let her TALK

MOTHER I WILL AVENGE YOU

wait isn’t that lawyer our girl?

eugh annoying perverts. stop taking pictures of strangers challenge failed

get them aunty!

okay opera chef !!! lmaooo the dramatic music playing in this show gets me 💀

nawww he made the chef cry 😭

I'm bonding hard to every 3rd character on the screen like why is the conversation between lawyer dad and mom wrongly in jail making me soft

I know it's actors being actors but I'm so happy to see laywer dad ( Yoo Jae Myung) be soft again. I was ready to fight through the screen with him in Itaewon class.

I love the Mr. Cho actor so much. He truly has the funniest expressions. 😂

NOOOO Mr. Cho. Oh this is nasty

lmao is her dad emancipating from her

#saveMrCho omg

NO NO NO NO NO you cannot do this to me

I am suddenly terrified like I'm already low key devestated

beat his ass sister !!!

lmao the Italian ass entry 😭

help how has he not fallen to his death that's a measuring tape 😭

i need to take a self defense class at some point lol

slayyy

#vincenzo #episode 1 #written update #damn his first day back in Korea is hilarious #that title card is so sexy

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Previous/next/first

I am going to rewatch one episode of ninjago a day until I ether give up or finish, I was going to watch one yesterday but my mom was hogging Netflix and we only have one screen on our acount. So this is a bit late.

I will put my thoughts down as I watch it and rate each episode out of ten.

Day 2

Season 1 ep 2 home

I miss the previously on ninjago I know in the new seasons they combine it with the intro but it just isn’t the same

Also original intro was amazing. Yet another problem with newer ninjago, we don’t have stylized intros. Which leaves the new intros just glorified recaps, plus the newer whips aren’t as good as the old ones. I would never skip and old intro but I almost always skip a new intro.

The Netflix captions say Kai is talking but it’s jays voice. Might just be a Netflix issue though.

Ah the sacred Flute oh how useless you will be in 2 episodes only to be used once in the finale and never to be seen again

Last episode don’t wu have to go through a hallway to get to the tv room. The anatomy of the monastery is weird.

My favorite master wu quote is said in this episode, “what is weird? Someone who is different, or someone who is different from you?” When I first watched this episode it stuck with me because of stuff going on in my school at the time. When ever I would feel down about bullies I would think about this quote and try and not care about what people say. Because the just thought I was different than them and what they said doesn’t affect me, and that I shouldn’t focus on it.

Also the rest of the ninja are being jerks

The compilation of Zane braking social norms will never not be funny

I laugh at sad romance scenes too sometimes

Ah good old sensei wu angst

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND. THE MAIL MAN

One of the best characters ever.

Props to him for walking up that mountain

It always confused me about how the ninja had fans back then and how Kai got a fan letter. Like I know he has no other family to get letters from but still he could have been writing to a pen pal or something

And I thought Cole and his dad weren’t talking. And how does the mailman know to give it to Cole here and not at the dancing school he told his dad he was at

Rocky and Cole were the best friends and I love there friendship

Wow Zane good job at making me sad

Rocky is a baby at heart and I want to squeeze him

Baby Lloyd liking trap doors is funny when you think about what happens in season four. I guess you can call it karma

Oof Cole can’t cook for crap

Why is Zane wearing a pink apron so funny to them? I never got this joke as a kid. I just didn’t really find boys wearing pink and people laughing at them a funny trope.

Also sensei wu you were just preaching about how difference makes people unique but know you are laughing at Zane for wearing his apron. Shame on you

Wow what a waste of the wonderful food Zane made for you

Falcon my beloved how I miss you

Also the theme that plays here is one of my favorite themes of all time. It’s just so calming.

This whole interaction is fudging adorable

The girl = go ballistic line might be a stereotype but it manages to make me laugh every time

Stop bulling zane guys not cool

I love how there skeptical of zane actually finding Lloyds secret headquarters but the trust him so they follow him anyway

I wish the tree house was a Lego set that would have been so cool

Also the snakes are idiots. Who makes a tree house that is only supported by three branches

That snake fell with cole’s voice

This thing is so unsound I’m surprised people walking on it didn’t make I collapse

Cole gets the first award for being the first brainwashed ninja

Poor lloyd

Well Cole it’s a good time to build up resistance to jays lightning it’s not going to be the first time you get shocked

Jay is incredibly lucky

Flute ex machina

Rip Lloyds treehouse

Also rip the monastery

Kai I love you but blaming Zane will not help anything

Wow everyone jump on the blame zane train I guess. You jerks

Wow Lloyds first imprisonment

Honestly I could care less about the snake B plot

You deserve to feel bad you were jerks to Zane

Hugs :D

The bounty is the best home they ever had. Also it has survived multiple travesties against it.

Food fights with the whole family

Poor Lloyd. Guys just go and grab the little gremlin already

Final thoughts

I think this episode was good. It had funny moments and good dialog, but suffered from a boring B plot involving the snakes and Zane bullying. Also the whole fight scene with Cole had no consequences and no one ever brings it up again. Over all I give this episode a solid 7.5/10

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago rewatch #day 2

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I'm the 🦄🌈 anon🙈

You mentioned seeing me lurk in Stormie's corner of the world and I got a bit paranoid on my identity being pointed out....I am so out of touch with reality and I'm always plugged in through Bangtan...I always call them my Angels....I was watching a Netflix movie and got the alert you posted and had to pause the movie and read...and boy am I ecstatic I came to you...the way you responded to me is just perfect...I'm in love with your mind...I'm sorry...like I didn't want to stop reading.....the way I've learnt so many things in your response to me...you are so gentle yet so inviting and you have this beautiful way with words and expressing yourself 😭😭😭My most favourite lesson is the story about your dad and how that helped you understand humans a little bit better...I am mind blown by that....

You really helped anchor me.....I have definitely been temporarily controlled by intense emotions...and the intrusive thoughts like wishing MinGukkie wasn't as close eats me up...I literally feel sick of being that type of person...Kook is really the most amazing,most loyal,most romantic being..(I wanted to say the name I use for him but I realized that is a dead giveaway of who I am😭🙈)

There is a sequence of events that happen when Bangtan finds you....you connect with one or all of them so intensely,so deeply you literally feel your energy shift...you are left with this tingling feeling of wanting to know just a little bit more about them and before you know it you are consumed into the YouTube vacuum of BTS....and it's the way JK looked at Jimin in all the compilations I was watching (I have never shipped anyone prior to me being Army)that made me want to dive in and learn more about these two and their dynamics and I was immediately in a new territory...I was getting high on two people loving on each other(and it was such a euphoric alien feeling to me and till date they take my breathe away,they take my heart through everything, their energy is just too enchanting)....after rereading my emotional ask...I realized I made it seem like I feel JK is ashamed...and I won't be a hypocrite and try to double back on my words; the way you touched on that particular subject was so eloquent that I felt it in my heart....and having doubled back and just reminisce in Jk and Minie and MinGukkie....I realized how selfish human minds are....the minute something that was giving me pleasure is suddenly scarce...I will do anything to replace the high...thus the culture of shipping multiple combinations...and thus me going down the road of what ifs and letting these horrible thoughts be at the forefront of my mind(Beware; I am not implying the thought of MinGukkie potentialy having other partners as horrible...I mean the way I wish he wasnt close to certain members)...I am seriously in love with your mind...thank you so much for taking time out of your day to give me the most detailed answer and how you were so warm and understanding and just....kalaakaksk....

My thoughts are always jumbled up.....I tend to get anxious in situations like this...but I am happy to go through this journey with you...I love your pov....I will definitely be going through your recommendation

Sincerely,

Unicorn Rainbow Anon🦄🌈

It wasn’t my intention to single you out, I promise. As you were coming into “my home” for the first time, I was just trying to be a good host!

I’m glad you found my experience and thoughts helpful. Ultimately, it is all up to us how we feel, think and experience things, so anything I write is never meant to change but to share other points of view. Still, I’m really glad it was helpful

See you around 🦄🌈!

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

#ASKS #HopeMinKook

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First Kill Ep. 1 Reaction

This is going to be a very . . . uninhibited list of reaction thoughts I had during the first episode.

The opening credits are cool. I like the art with the real life. Also the song is kinda catchy?

Is the Netflix summary promoting Romeo and Juliet? Like. That ends in tragedy. It's not romantic. At all. You're already spoiling the ending.

OMG. IT OPENS WITH A MAKEOUT SCENE. Oh wait…

"Juliette". I see what you did there.

Oh, typical angst teenager "no one understands me my life could be over if I'm vulnerable" monologue. Okay.

I'M SORRY. WERE THOSE GIRLS GETTING ENGAGED OR PROMISE RING'D? WHO EVEN DOES THAT IN HIGH SCHOOL???

How many pills did she pop? Of course she needs refills often. Good lord, girl. Don't you understand how a body builds tolerance to drugs? Girl, that was NOT all the drugs you dropped when you ran into her. They scattered.

Jeez, Calliope is so put together. No wonder Juliette is nervous.

"I don't want to kill. Killing is wrong. I don't want to hurt anyone." It occurs to me that I find that sort of thing in characters annoying. Denying their nature for 'morality'. 'Cause. Like. THAT always ends well.

I'M SORRY. DOES ELINOR KEEP THE IDS OF ALL OF HER KILLS? HOW BALLER IS THAT. Also, if she ever gets caught, all those cold cases will be solved. You think Juliette is going to get you all exposed? I think a drawer full of dead people's IDs will do that better.

Crying blood? OH SHIT. Yeah, that'll expose you.

Right, because that bold color is more her than the nude-ish color she had on earlier.

No, Ben. You're gonna get your heart broken. Noooooo. Buddy. … Listen, Ben is more of a wingman than Juliette is. Something happened with Noah. I can FEEL it, but he's putting aside his heartbreak because Juliette's girl is here.

Oh gurl. Sultry eyes and the reciprocated checking out of the body.

YES, REAL ALCOHOL REACTION OF "ew". DAMN STRAIGHT. Alcohol is nasty at high school frat boy's house.

OMG. SHIT GURL JUST GO FOR IT. OH GURL. DOMINATE THAT KISS. OH SHIT. SWITCH SWITCH. PUSH HER INTO THAT COUNTERTOP.

Wait, is this the cherry jar scene?

OH SHIT It's the Cherry Jar scene.

OH SHIT SHE BIT HER.

Oh good, they switched to Calliope's point of view halfway through. Such a different vibe. Very strong, eager to prove herself, but also very sterotypical teenage 'ugh' frustration. Grow up.

YAS MAMA. GET THOSE BOYS OUT CHA WAY.

Do the hunters also age slower or something? Those rituals and burning sage and sea salt? Cause them boys don't look much younger than Mama Talia.

What's so special about souls and wars and Oooohhhh…. do they not just hunt vampires?

No. The answer is no. They don't just hunt vampires.

At least the Dad looks older than the sons.

Cal's gonna fuck up, isn't she? Glasses Bro is gonna get hurt, isn't he?

Uh, aren't you gonna take anything else besides swords? What if you run into something else along the way?

LOUNGING GHOUL? Like wolf whistle Come Get Me.

OH SHIT. IS THE DAD GOING TO GET HURT? No? Whew.

Envelopes? So secretive? They're just gonna get tossed. Like, why? Why waste that paper. Just TEXT the cover assignment. Or is it because you, the family matriarch, wants to make it a "special thing", which is only alienating your daughter, lbh.

I like how they filmed that video call. Slick.

Oh I see what they're doing. Both need a first kill and they're gonna try not to make it each other. Yikes.

Do they? Do they underestimate you? OH SHIT. CALLIOPE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME.

OH SHIT. I CALLED IT. JULES DIDN'T GET ALL THE PILLS.

Oh, no. Calliope is gonna make it her.

Daywalker. Pffft.

Oh hey, that's actually kinda slick, watching around the corner with a camera.

Oh shit there's a stake.

OH SHIT SHE USED THE STAKE.

Final Thoughts: So, like. Based on what I've seen on Tumblr, a lot of people are invested in the Mama's interactions. Which, who can blame them. They're attractive. But these teenage girls. Are such teenage girls, and I don't know if I can take them seriously? I might have to go into this series just expecting cheese and awkward. And as someone who is easily second hand embarrassed, this will be very interesting and kind of difficult to watch.

#First Kill #television

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Weekly Press Briefing #9: August 21st - August 27th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from August 21 – August 27, 2022. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

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Trope Soup: A Josh/Donna Tropes Fest is open for prompt submissions and claims. Fics will be revealed on September 24. Learn more here.

Big Block of Cheese Day announced its August prompts. Submit to the AO3 collection here.

The August 20 prompts in 20 days are up on Tumblr.

Photos/Videos:

This week did, in fact, give us content other than Brad’s return to Instagram. Here’s what was posted from August 21 - 27.

Bradley Whitford posted dog photos: 1 | 2 | 3

Bradley Whitford posted videos of himself at a Los Angeles Dodgers game: 1 | 2 | 3

Kim Webster posted a photo with Bradley Whitford, Allison Janney, and Aaron Sorkin from the cast’s first appearance at the Emmys. (@jessbakescakes saved the photos from Kim’s story and posted them here.)

Allison Janney posted the trailer for her upcoming movie, Lou.

Richard Schiff posted a photo of himself and his wife eating corn in a corn field.

Marlee Matlin posted a photo of herself with her birthday cake, a photo of herself directing to announce her inclusion in the Directors’ Guild, and a video thanking people for their birthday wishes.

@schiff0rd: August 26

@thefinestmuffin: August 23

Edits/Artwork:

josh & his two white house dads by @sam_writes_fics [ARTWORK]

Miscellaneous:

Netflix released the trailer for Allison Janney’s new film Lou.

Creator Spotlight:

Welcome to our weekly creator spotlight. Each week, we will talk to a fandom creator and ask them questions about their work and their process. We’ll also give you the opportunity to ask questions of them, too! Want to be a featured creator? Find us via one of the methods listed at the end of the briefing!

This week’s creator is @claudiasjeans. You can find the spotlight on tumblr or on twitter.

Shout-Outs:

This is where shout-out members of our fandom (and the people who brought us the show, in one way or another). Got a birthday coming up? Did a friend start their first watch-through of the show? Let us know! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Happy birthday to Marlee Matlin!

Happy birthday to twitter user @sapphiccjcregg! You can find her fics here.

Happy birthday to twitter user @joshsdonna!

Twitter user @melfumeros is watching the show for the first time! Please do not spoil her. Welcome!

Editor’s Choice:

In honor of Marlee Matlin’s birthday, we’re rounding up some of our favorite fics that feature Joey Lucas or where we love the way she’s portrayed. Let us know if there are any you loved that we missed! i watched it begin again by hufflepuffhermione | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress | Is your name really Donnatella?”

“Well, my mom is Italian,” she says with a sigh. “I go by Donna, though. Donna Moss.”

He tilts his head to the side, taking her in. “I think Donnatella suits you. I might call you that.”

“You’ll waste a lot of breath trying to call me by my full name.”

He thinks she’s going to like this girl. “I have breaths to waste."

A year after being forced to resign from his White House position, Josh is looking for his shot to get back into the world of politics. His plan: run a nearly impossible Congressional campaign for Joey Lucas in the California 46th. He expects a difficult campaign, but what he doesn't expect is how meeting Donna Moss is going to change his life.

always be my maybe by aeoleus | Rated T | Joey Lucas/Josh Lyman | Complete | It takes Josh all of ten minutes after the meeting concludes to feel bad about having stranded Joey (and Kenny, he guesses) in the rain. So, he grabs a sweatshirt from his stash of emergency clothes, a clean towel from the locker room, and sets off to find her.

No Matter What by All_That_Jazz_93 | Rated G | Joey Lucas, Kenny Thurman | In Progress | A story of friendship, self-discovery, loyalty, and finding purpose

Two-Step by azephirin | Rated E | C. J. Cregg/Josh Lyman, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Joey Lucas/Josh Lyman | Complete | I came to you with best intentions.

i fall apart (and i thought i was so smart) by RoseyPoseyPie | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | Complete | On the night of Mrs. Landingham's funeral and the President's M.S. announcement, the staff of the West Wing go for a drink at the Hawk and Dove. Thanks to the libations, Josh and Donna's relationship changes forever. Except, not really, because he can't remember what happened the next morning. Humiliated and heartbroken, Donna pretends nothing happened at all, but that plan is thoroughly derailed a month later when she's staring at a positive pregnancy test. With an election on the horizon, personal relationships in tangles, and dark pasts waiting to be revealed, it's going to get interesting for the West Wing.

Fics:

Last but not least, here are this week’s fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

darling, so it goes (some things are meant to be) by mikaylawrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

let's become the lovers we need (who knew we'd be needing so much) by hanyolo | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view by flowersinapril | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Healthcare Reform by hufflepuffhermione | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

The Smile On Your Face Lets Me Know That You Need Me by mlea7675 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

and i'll love you more than anybody can by JessBakesCakes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

And the world spins madly on by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

what’s next by ImagineSisyphus | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

but to me you know you’ll always be my little girl by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

when we went from friends to this by payback16 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

overdramatic and true (the lover drabbles) by flowersinapril | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

CJ/Toby

Shark Teeth and Butterfly Clips by fleurfemme | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

we both get so blue by thefinestmuffins | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

come in with the rain by JediAnnieScrambler | Rated E | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Jed/Abbey

Miracle by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Sam/Josh

my friend, whom i loved by thefinestmuffins | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

my other half was you by sam_writes_fics | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

CJ/Andy

let them scatter in the wind by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete

where is it written by jazzjo for rearviewmirror, crossingdelancey, claudiasjeancregg | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

is it chill that you’re in my head? by fleurfemme | Rated M | Amy Gardner/Donna Moss | Complete

i’ve told the truth (i didn’t come to fool you) by rearviewmirror | Rated G | Jed Bartlet/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Four Days by TheBreakfastGenie | Rated G | Josh Lyman & Toby Ziegler | Complete

The Language of Healing by silasfinch for justdreaming88 | Rated M | Ellie Bartlet/Original Female Character(s) | In Progress

Some Quarters in Chaos by thegoodthebadandthenerdy | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg | Complete

death be not proud by jazzjo | Rated E | C.J. Cregg/Donna Moss | Complete

Wonder No More by Anonymous | Rated T | Sam Seaborn, C.J. Cregg, Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman, Leo McGarry, Jed Bartlet, Charlie Young | Complete

it started off with a kiss… now it ended up like this by imawkwardlysocial | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character | In Progress

The Girl from Madison by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Donna Moss/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

Multiple Pairings

And the Pursuit of Happiness by welcometoyourworld | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Ainsley Hayes/Donna Moss | Complete

Let's Get Together by mlea7675 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete

mind these pillars of salt by eidola | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Sam Seaborn/Lisa Sherborne | Complete

we don’t fit in well (‘cause we are just ourselves) by fiery_one_18 | Rated T | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

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What’s next?

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🛒⛔️👀🤲✅ please!!! <3

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. Well, might as well pick a theme for your ask here, and go with: the dilf!dan cinematic universe. I guess there are lots of reasons for it, the first being that there is a real, evolutionary phenomenon that makes the image of a beautiful man being good with a baby irresistible. And, of course, there’s the heartbreaking precedence of canon, that opened this can of worms of Beautiful Man That’s Good With a Baby and slammed it shut quickly after, thereby forever leaving my imagination dissatisfied. And too, with GG specifically, parenthood and how children are shaped by their parents/haunted by the ghosts of their parents’ past and visions of their parents’ futures, and how there is really only one (1) good father in the dramatis personae and he’s only good to like, half his children, the narrative potential of a main character like Dan stepping out of the GG cycle of parenting and building a life and a family that defies it is sooooooo….delicious. The Milo plot specifically, in a show that emphasizes bloodlines and genetics and biological links, breaking that down to say, Dan is not the bio-father, but that doesn’t matter because the love and the connection is real—a marked contrast from say, bart and wvdw, who use their bio-dad cards as get-out-of-jail free ones all the time. Just…everything this theme says about family and parenthood being earned. And choosing to be there. And choosing to stay.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? Oh, sure. I am kind of a — stickler, I guess? That if I start something I want to have finished it, so I am trying to be better at forgiving myself for the fics I don’t write. That being said, there is one. So I started a fic a couple months ago that was a story based off of these headcanons (dilf!dan AND dilf!nate cinematic universe!) but then a few things happened: I went on vacation so writing wasn’t really a thing that was happening because my big brother and I were having too much fun, then I contracted COVID whilst on vacation so when I got home I was too sick to anything but watch Netflix and drink water and lay around moaning, and then, I was beginning to emerge from the brain fog, the supreme court (fuck em!), and it was like…so the whole thing that the fic revolves around is adoption — which is great! It’s a great practice don’t get me wrong — and I just…didn’t have it in me to write an adoption-at-birth plot after that particular devastating political event. I still like the idea, so I guess I haven’t scrapped it completely, but it’ll probably be a while if I ever circle back to it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! Ohhhhhh you are just trying to get me to talk about it publicly, I see you, S! But that’s fine, because I’ve been dying for an excuse.

Okay so the recent discourse in my ask box — spurred by Sena’s posts (ty sena I owe you my life tbh), and then prompted by you, actually, S (wow, this is so your fault <3) — was about Blair’s pregnancy arc on the show and the Grimaldis shitty behavior and I mentioned an abandoned LJ fic where to get away from Chuck and out of her engagement and free of the Grimaldis forever, Blair enlists Dan to help lie for her and say that the child she’s carrying is actually Dan’s. Ever since I read it and then was heartbroken to find it unfinished, I’ve wondered how that story was gonna go, and now I can’t stop thinking about it…so here we are.

I haven’t had much of a chance to make an outline and a plan, but generally what I am thinking now is starting in the weeds of 5x10 — the epicenter of everything that spurs the story for the rest of the season, honestly — and following through until the time that s5 ends (with a much happier ending for my faves, of course). Blair decides she wants out of the royal pipeline, and that she needs insurance/insulation from Chuck, and Dan is so stupid in love with her he’ll go along with any idiotic plot. Also like, as we’ve all joked, Dan WILL raise your baby no questions asked.

But it’s just…it’s gonna be a bear of thing to pull off. It will definitely end up longer than I mean it to be (hello, it me), and to do it I know I’m gonna have to deal with the Dair + Serena of it all, plus save Nate from the Spectator (#notmynate), get chip whiskers out of the fuckin way, acknowledge the train wreck of Ivy/Charlie/Lola, not to mention all the things about her pregnancy & motherhood that Blair avoids grappling with until she’s suddenly Not Pregnant. PLUS Dan’s choice being all tied up in the Milo Debacle and his novel and his love of Blair. Which is all gonna be hard.

But! The potential for the ROMANCE. Dilf!dan. Dair roommates. Dair doing three men and a baby except that it’s two-best-friends-who-are-in-love-but-don’t-know-how-to-handle-it and a baby.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? Well, I’ve barely written much prose on the aforementioned wip, it’s just been basic outlining, stream of consciousness notes, and pitching scenes in your dms, but I’ll share a tidbit of the tiny bit I’ve written so far in my bullet points…

Rounded and big and unwieldy, she knows she’s well-past the benchmark of desirable now, but Dan holds her like she isn’t, touches her like she’s worth wanting, and kisses her until she wants to believe it.

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to? musical!Humphreys my beloved! Sometimes it is very much intentional and is the basis of the plot (see: orchestra au & date valentine oneshot), but sometimes it just creeps in. Like I said, my writing is very based in music, and even though my parents are amateur musicians, I related a lot to the Humphreys right off the dat because music seems such an integral part of the culture of their family, if that makes sense? And my brother and I growing up the way we did, with all the music literacy and piano lessons (later guitar for him) and everything that came with that, I cannot really imagine Dan and Jenny not being skilled musicians, even though they’ve chosen a different genre of art as their career path. It’s one of their character pillars, a piece of their personality that’s shaped them, so musicians!Humphreys always comes into play in a story whether it’s intentional or not

fic emoji asks!

#i am never more than six degrees removed from dan playing guitar in any given fic #have a long weekend coming up because it's my ~birthday~ and am very much looking forward to hiding from the heat tomorrow on my couch #and outlining this mess of a story in my head #fun fact for you guys at home the other night I enlisted S in helping me establish an actual timeline for Blair’s conception & pregnancy #and it was RIDICULOUS truly felt like that meme of charlie from it’s always sunny #it made me crazy but in like a ‘damn it I will MAKE this make sense fuck you’#anyways thank you S for your service #my attitude approaching this wip really IS that joke though #‘this is an on fire garbage can…could be a nursery…’#asks #strideofpride #if nobody got me i know tumblr user strideofpride got me #I know just how I want to end it though #so that's something at least

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mamma mia! - part two

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WHAT? WHO IS IT?

ABIGAIL!

DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING!

ANSWER MY FUCKING TEXT BITCH!

YOU CAN'T CAUSE ME STRESS I'M PREGNANT! THIS ISN'T HEALTHY FOR THE BABY!

CHILL OUT! I'M TRYING TO FIND PICTURES OF THEM ON INSTAGRAM!

IS THIS THEM?? ANSWER ME BEFORE I FREAK OUT

oh my god. how the hell did you find them??

i didn't twitter did. only you would manage to sleep with not one, not two, but THREE FORMULA ONE DRIVERS!!

formula one? what the hell is that?

remember those races dad use to watch on sundays with marc?

the ones with lewis hamilton?

YES!

on the brightside at least dad will want to talk to me again.

dad literally disowned us for not going into the medical field like him. i wanted to be an architect and you wanted to go to fashion school. nothing will get him to talk to us.

so, thing 1, 2, and 3 are my potential baby daddies and they're all formula one drivers BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEIR NAMES ABBY!!

oh, i forgot about that.

from left to right, meet daniel ricciardo, max verstappen, and charles leclerc. daniel is the aussie, he drives for mclaren, his racing number is 3, and he was born july 1, 1989.

max is dutch, that means he's from the netherlands. he drives for red bull, his racing number is 33, and he was born september 30, 1997.

charles is actually not french, he's monegasque, meaning he's from monaco. his racing number is 16, he drives for ferrari, and he was born october 16, 1997.

also, apparently they're on a netflix show called drive to survive? it's like kuwtk but for formula one. we should totally watch it to learn about these guys.

ABBY IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT OVER HERE AND YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT WATCHING NETFLIX? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??

I’M DOOMED TO LIVE LIFE LIKE DONNA

DONNA WAS A BAD BITCH!

besides, everyone is saying these guys are sweet, i don’t think any of them will let you go through this alone. i mean people call charles the people’s prince, i don’t think that’s a title you get by being an asshole.

lando norris so i hear greece was quite eventful...

daniel ricciardo where are you going with this lando?

george russell HOW THE HELL DID YOU THREE IDIOTS MANAGE TO FUCK UP THIS BADLY??

george russell THINK OF THE PR CONTROL PEOPLE WILL HAVE TO DO?

charles leclerc what the hell are you two talking about?

fernando alonso oh this is hilarious. never in my entire career have i fucked up this badly.

lance stroll i thought lewis would find himself in this situation not you three

max verstappen WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT??

alex albon have you guys ever seen mamma mia?

daniel ricciardo of course, it's a classic charles leclerc i've heard abba. max verstappen no.

alex albon well, somehow you three have found yourselves in a similar situation. you three slept with the same girl and now she's pregnant... one of you is going to be a father.

pierre gasly MAMMA MIA HERE WE GO AGAIN! daniel ricciardo what the fuck charles leclerc what the fuck max verstappen what the fuck

sebastian vettel congrats?

charles leclerc tell me this is a joke. it has to be joke, you’re joking right?

daniel ricciardo oh my god. how could we fuck up this badly?

max verstappen this is bad. this is so bad. oh my god we are so fucked.

lewis hamilton why are you three not bragging about being in greece anymore?

daniel ricciardo literally shut up lewis. this isn’t funny.

alex albon it’s a little funny.

sebastian vettel not for the poor girl, she’s most likely freaking out. can one of you three reach out to her? ask her how she’s doing? or something?

max verstappen i vote daniel, he’s the oldest! charles leclerc i also vote daniel! daniel ricciardo man fuck you guys.

lando norris oh i’ve got that covered. i found her sister’s twitter account by accident. mia, that’s the girl you three slept with, is freaking out. she’s also a fashion student, lives in new york, and is the middle child of three.

lando norris oh and mia and her sister were disowned by their father for not going into the medical field and their mom walked out on them as kids so she’s pretty much got no family but her sister.

george russell well if i was mia i’d be freaking out too.

sebastian vettel i swear to god if you three won’t do anything i’ll ruin all of your lives. you three fucked up now fix it.

lewis hamilton what’s the saying? you made your bed now lie in it.

esteban ocon how the fuck does someone start that conversation? 'hey we're your potential baby daddies. do you want to meet up for lunch in germany?'

lando norris i got this. i hope i get to be godfather for all the effort i'm putting into this.

miatate posted new stories

breakfast for one (technically two) because abby decided to go to class for once.

REJOICE ABBY IS HERE! (with her ugly ass dress. that thing is a crime to fashion everywhere)

lando norris added 3 people

abigail tate added 1 person

lando norris you're welcome potential baby daddies

abigail tate you're welcome mia!

lando norris has left the chat

abigail tate has left the chat

mia tate fuck that bitch. i know where she lives.

charles leclerc for the record, i'm not french. i'm monegasque. there is a difference.

max verstappen that's what you're worried about? not the situation we have on our hands? charles leclerc i would simply like to clear the air.

daniel ricciardo i'm sorry for those idiots, it's been like this forever. i'm daniel ricciardo. pleasure to officially meet you.

charles leclerc I'M CHARLES LECLERC! AND I AM NOT FRENCH!!

max verstappen i'm max verstappen, i apologize for charles, he's not house trained.

charles leclerc i will crash into you at spa. max verstappen you'll have to catch me first charles leclerc at the rate you're going, i bet hamilton will take you out before i ever get the chance to do it. max verstappen YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU FRENCH FUCK! charles leclerc I'M NOT FRENCH!

daniel ricciardo ignoring dumb and dumber. how are you? are you okay? everything okay? have you gone to the doctors? do you need anything?

mia tate i'm great, other than the obvious fact that i'm pregnant and one of you is the father and i'm losing my mind. somehow my sex life ended up on the internet and now i'm being forced to take online classes because the entire campus found out.

max verstappen well you did sleep with three f1 drivers

mia tate are you calling me a whore?

max verstappen NO! WHAT? I NEVER SAID THAT!!

charles leclerc what my colleague meant was that you slept with three people who are well known, it was going to end up on the internet one way or another.

mia tate i knew what he meant, i just wanted to see him freak out.

max verstappen i no longer like you. mia tate i'll get over it.

daniel ricciardo did you go to the doctors? what did they tell you? seb is telling me ask all of this, he's reading over my shoulder.

mia tate who's seb?

daniel ricciardo please stop ignoring the question, he's one second away from pinching me.

mia tate baby is fine. i'm fine. the baby is the size of a poppy seed, or smaller. considering it's only been three weeks and that's the size of a baby at four weeks.

charles leclerc i think i will ask the obvious even though you may think i am an asshole. are you keeping the baby? not that we can tell you what to do with your body, but i would like to know what the plan is.

max verstappen i agree with charles, what is the plan? i won't speak for the others but i will support you either way.

daniel ricciardo yeah no, even if you don't go through with the pregnancy you aren't getting rid of us. we're bonded for life.

mia tate wow, she wasn't wrong, you guys are sweet. i'm keeping the baby. i don't know how much abby told your friend lando but my mom walked out on us when abby was four, i promised myself i would be a better mom that she ever was. i've always wanted to be a mom and my dad wasn't much better than her, he disowned me when i said i didn't want to go into the medical field, abby followed two years later.

daniel ricciardo don't worry about it, anything you need we're here for you.

charles leclerc also because seb would have our heads.

max verstappen wow, your dad seems like a dick

charles leclerc max would know all about dick fathers.

max verstappen HEY! STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM! THIS IS A SAFE SPACE! DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM.

charles leclerc well my dad's dead.

mia tate i wish mine were dead.

daniel ricciardo jesus christ, is everyone trauma dumping today?

mia tate well, who's seb?

daniel ricciardo sebastian vettel, 4x formula one world champion and a father figure to both charles and max because they need one considering the number of times they do something stupid

daniel ricciardo i never thought i would say this but how am i the mature one?

mia tate well you're old. max verstappen you're old. charles leclerc easy, because you're old. daniel ricciardo i hate all of you mia tate bonded for life fucker!

max verstappen so do you want to come to germany?

charles leclerc say yes! mia tate that depends can my sister come? i wasn't kidding when i said she's my emotional support daniel ricciardo the more the merrier!

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