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adaodinson · 3 years

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Would she?

Here´s the third part. I´m really excited about this story and insanely happy that some people are actually liking it, thank you so much.

This one has no Spanish words in this one.

Relationship: Marcus Moreno x Fem Mexican reader (it is in English and most of the dialogues are too, her being Mexican is more about the story)

Summary: You have gotten closer to the Morenos as the days pass. One day Missy knocks at your door with a problem and you know you have to help her and then have a talk with Marcus.

Warnings: Age gap, reader is Mexican, swearing, talk about periods.

Part 3

Part 4

You still remembered how you had felt during the first dinner you had with them. A couple of weeks had passed and you had been invited to their house a few more times; you had wanted to invite them to yours but you still had no table where the three of you could eat at, so that would have to wait. You were on college vacations but were working on the project that took you to the city, and you had gotten a job at a coffeeshop on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and on Mondays and Wednesdays you had been hired to work at an H&M store. Your shifts didn´t last too long since they were just summer jobs, but with them and your project you did have a bit of a busy week.

One day, you had finally finished your shift at the coffeeshop and headed home, you had the rest of the evening free and tomorrow was Friday, so you were just gonna relax. You got to your apartment and grabbed a snack to go with the movie you had been wanting to watch, but the second you sat on the couch you heard a desperate knock on your door. While you walked through the hall you heard a voice coming from outside. Your heart froze at the tone of Missy´s voice. She called out your name and spoke.

-I´m sorry to bother you but my dad has been out at an emergency mission since the morning and something happened, I don´t know what to do. I tried calling my grandmother but she is also out for the mission and doesn´t answer her phone, and I don´t know who else I can talk to- she said as you quickly opened the door and hugged her.

-Hey hey it´s alright, you never bother me. Tell me what happened-

She seemed almost embarrassed, for a moment you thought she had done something stupid.

-I went to the bathroom, and when I looked down, my underwear had blood in it. I already put them in water to clean them but I still don´t know why…- She said slowly. You immediately understood what was going on. You would have to have a talk with Marcus and ask him why he hadn´t told Missy anything about this.

You looked at her tenderly and responded.

-Listen, you got your first period. This is normal- As you spoke, she seemed confused but relieved to hear it wasn´t anything serious. You felt your heart drop when you thought about Missy not having a mother to talk to about this, and you knew it would be hard but you had to talk to her.

-I´m sorry that you don´t have your mother around to help you through this whole thing. Unfortunately, the men that know everything about this matter are rare, and I don´t blame your father for not talking to you about this, I understand. I just want you to know that I´m here for you, I´m gonna tell you everything you need to know not just about this, but about anything you need. I know there are other things you might not want to talk to your father about, but I promise you as your friend and as a woman I´ll be here for you. And well, depending on the situation there are things your father doesn´t need to know, but at least on this subject I will talk to him when I see him. Let me grab some things and we´ll go to your house-

Missy nodded quietly and tightened the hug you had her in a bit before letting you go. You invited her in while you went to your room for some pads for her and a few other things you would need.

Once you were in Missy´s room, with an example piece of underwear you explained her how to put the pad on and everything else she needed to know. How there were different things she would go through during her period and what to do when they happened; what not to do, what pills to take for the cramps, what it meant to have her period, etc. It wasn´t awkward at all, Missy understood what you said and acted very maturely.

While she was in the bathroom putting the pad you brought on, you called Marcus. You didn´t care he was on a mission, you wanted to give Missy what your mom had given you when you had gotten your period and you did want to ask Marcus to take her out for dinner.

-Hey Marcus-

-Hi- he said your name with a bit of a confused but quite happy tone that made your heart flip. No, no, focus, this is about Missy.

-Listen, I know you’re on a mission, but I need to tell you something, it’s about Missy- You said seriously and almost felt the smile he had fade away.

-Is everything okay?-

-Missy just got her first period- you said wanting to go straight to the point so that he wouldn´t think Missy was hurt- she came to me about an hour ago worried sick because she found blood on her underwear. She had no idea, so I explained her what she needs to know and I wanted to tell you that I want to do what my mom did for me when I got my period for the first time. I want to take her to buy what she needs, some candy, a few gifts and then take her out for dinner. Is that okay or do you want to come too?- You said almost with one breath wanting to say everything before he could answer.

Marcus wanted to cry. He hadn´t had this amount of mixed feeling in years, he felt terrible that he hadn´t been there for Missy today, he also felt his heart break a little bit at the thought of his daughter not having her mother for this moment. And he even hated himself for not having talked to her about it before. He had always felt he didn´t know enough about periods to have a talk with Missy, and he never expected it to be so sudden and fast. He felt like an idiot. But another part of him wanted to jump through the phone and kiss you. He couldn´t believe what you were doing for his daughter, how you cared so much about her and wanted to give her what your mother had given you.

-Jesus, I don´t even know what to say. I can´t believe I´m not there for her right now- you felt the disappointment in his voice- I´ll head home right now. I´ll pick up hundreds of bags of chocolates and candy for her and for you and when you get back from dinner I´ll be at the house waiting for the both of you. You have no idea how much I appreciate this, thank you so much for talking to her and helping her and of course it´s okay for you to take her out. You have your girl´s night and when you get back I want to talk to the both of you, together and separately-

-Great, I´ll see you later then. And you don´t have to thank me Marcus, I´ll always be there for Missy and for you, I´m happy to do this- You said your goodbyes and hung up as you heard Missy walking your way.

-Okay, I have a surprise for you- You said.

-Really?- Missy asked already excited.

-Well have a girl´s night, I already talked to your father and when we get back he´ll already be here. I´m taking you to buy what you´ll need for your period. Oh, and you´ll choose the restaurant where we´ll have dinner-

Missy´s face lit up and she basically ran for her shoes. In the blink of an eye you were already leaving the supermarket and heading to Missy´s favorite restaurant. The night was incredible, you were amazed at how easy it was to talk to Missy even though she was younger than you. You told her the story of your first period and shared a few embarrassing stories related to it. She told you about her friends and explained their powers while you nodded in excitement and completed her stories with movie references to the abilities she mentioned.

You kept on talking even after you had finished dinner, the manager of the place almost kicked the both of you out because you had already payed and wouldn´t leave. You laughed all the way back to Missy´s house and just as he had promised, when you got there you saw Marcus´ car parked outside. A light on the second floor was on, so you assumed he was upstairs. What neither of you were expecting was the image you found when you walked inside the house.

The kitchen table was covered in things, from a box of doughnuts, to giant chocolate bars, bags of your favorite sour gummies (you had mentioned them one time you talked to Marcus and you couldn´t believe he had remembered), packages of lollypops and hard candy. For a moment you thought Missy was about to faint. She looked at you in shock and slowly spoke to your ear.

-Either my dad lost his freaking mind or he was kidnapped by aliens and replaced by one of them or this is not from him- You didn´t even answer. You knew Marcus from a few weeks, but that was enough to know it was hard for him to buy a single small bag of chips because of his weird thing about junk food. You finally spoke just to agree with Missy, you were genuinely freaking out.

You heard a hard laughter and quick footsteps heading your way, and you turned your gaze at an amused and insanely cute guy losing his breath from laughing so hard.

-You girls think that little of me?-

-Dad, just tell me, should we get you to a hospital or call the other Heroics to find whoever brought this things- The three of you finally exploded in laughter and Marcus almost ran to give his daughter a hug.

-I´m so so sorry for not being here, I´m sorry for not talking to you about it before, I´m really sorry- Your heart flipped at the image, they really loved each other.

-It´s okay dad, I understand, you don´t have to apologize. Now I know what I need and I have someone else that I can turn to- she said with a wide smile turning to you.

Dear God you had promised you wouldn´t cry, but what the hell. You felt tears running down your cheeks and quickly used your hand to wipe them, but Missy noticed them.

She let go of her father and turned to you to give you a hug.

-Thank you for everything, really, thank you- She said softly as you tried your best not to cry your ass out right there. But what you saw when you looked up at Marcus made you almost choke in laughter. His face was red and tears were already running down his cheeks. You didn’t understand how the hell he managed to look insanely cute while crying but also kinda hot.

He laughed at your reaction and cleaned his nose. You let go of Missy and she looked at you and then at your father.

-You are a couple of crying babies you know. Just hug already-

Both Marcus and you basically ran to each other arms and choked in a mixture of crying your eyes out and laughing at each other. You felt the heat coming from Marcus´ embrace and wished to stay like that forever, not knowing he was thinking the exact same thing.

A few minutes later you had all calmed down (mainly Marcus and you) and were now sitting at the couch talking about everything.

Marcus was already regretting having bought all of those things, he said he didn´t even think until he was at the front door with the bags of what he called “sweet poison”, but it was too late, he had already bought it after all.

Missy´s eyes were closing, so Marcus sent her to her bed and promised they would have a talk tomorrow morning. She did as he told her, not without grabbing a couple of bags of candy first, of course.

Once she was gone, Marcus turned to you and started talking.

-I really have no way of thanking you for this. You have no idea how much I appreciate what you did for her-

-As I said- you answered while giggling a bit- you don´t have to thank me, really. I´m happy to do it. We had an amazing time, she is an amazing kid and she´ll grow to be an amazing woman-

You stared into each other´s eyes for what felt like ages. It wasn´t an awkward moment, in fact, you had never had an awkward silence with Marcus, you were always either talking or lovingly staring at each other like the couple of idiots you were.

He didn´t think, for the second time today he just didn´t. Before he knew his hand were cupping your face and he was pressing his lips against yours. You could have melted right there, at the spot, but you were in too much of a shock for that. You placed your hands on his waist as you slowly closed your eyes deepening the kiss. Both of your breaths mixed perfectly, and your minds were set on making this moment last forever. That was until you parted at the lack of air and opened your eyes wide in surprise at what had just happened. Either of you could believe it.

Marcus´ mind was running a million thoughts per second. Jesus shit what did I just do. She is our neighbor, she is almost half my age, she is a friend, I´ve known her for two weeks. What if I overstepped? If? I sure as hell did. Of course he had had his mind set on you since he met you, he knew it, he thought about you all the time. But never in all his years did he ever think he would act on a situation like this. You were still in college, and even though you were over 21 that didn´t really matter. He didn´t want to ruin your friendship.

You didn´t even know what to think. This gorgeous man that also happens to be the nicest one you had ever met just kissed you. And that was a hell of a kiss. But since when did you let a guy kiss you like that after just two weeks? Everything that the kiss meant was either beautiful or terrible, with no in-between.

You both stood up and you took a few steps back without saying a word. Neither of you knew the other one enough to know what a relationship between the both of you would lead to. Plus, you were friends, neighbors, you were his daughter´s friend. The kiss itself was amazing, you both acknowledged that, but the moment just didn´t feel right. It was that or you were a couple of idiots that couldn´t admit their emotions and were too scared of what dating or having a relationship meant (of course it was the second one).

Both of you then thought. He started the kiss and didn´t stop until he was out of breath. She deepened the kiss and didn´t pull away. You knew this meant something, something good, but either of you was “wild” enough (wild as in the weird definition you both had of the word that meant talking about your freaking emotions) to say anything.

You looked at him with an “I regret nothing but I understand” look, grabbed your things and walked for the door, but before you could go Marcus spoke.

-I´m sorry, I got carried away- He said.

-It´s fine, I understand. Let´s say it was your way of saying thank you- You said as you looked at him with a puzzled gaze. You then smiled at each other, not with a sad smile, more with a “we´ll see where this leads to” smile and you walked back home.

As you closed your door behind you, yours and Marcus´ mind were setting on not letting what had happened make things awkward. In fact, you were sure you could have fun from this before seriously acting on it, you would enjoy this. For once in your life you would let yourselves enjoy the person you had at the other side of the street. You would take things slowly and see what happened. After all, you worked amazingly as friends, you could always go back to that or, well, fall in love like you never ever had done before. We´ll see, the both of you thought, we´ll see.

#pedro pascal x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno x fem!reader #we can be heroes #pedro pascal characters #marcus moreno x you

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dearyams · 4 years

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december 18, 1985

If you want to destroy my sweater, hold this thread as I walk away. Watch me unravel, I’ll soon be naked lying on the floor; I’ve come undone. - Wheezer, 1994

day 1

day 2

[ day 3: wow, that is an ugly sweater ]

Will sits on the steps outside the Wheeler household, a steaming mug of hot chocolate scalding his ungloved hands. The sharp heat is a welcome comfort against the whipping wind lashing snow against his face. He takes a hand from the cup and wipes it across his flushed and damp cheeks. The door behind him creaks open but he doesn’t bother to turn and give his sudden intruder his attention. He can tell from the person’s gait as they take a few steps from the door that it’s El anyway.

“Hi, Will,” she starts ever so kindly. Will gives her a hum of acknowledgement and scoots over as she squeezes in on the step next to him. He notes that she’s wearing a too-large green sweater, but it’s oddly familiar so he assumes it must be one Mike outgrew after his growth spurt. “It’s cold outside.”

“Yeah,” Will replies softly. The mug rim dances against his lips as heat from the liquid curls up his nose. “Why’d you follow me out here?”

“Me and Mike finished talking.” Will wants to correct her—Mike and I—but he just nods. “I’m happy for you; I hope you know that.”

He wants to say yes because deep down, he knows all El has ever wanted from him since they moment they met in the Upside Down is his happiness and safety. She trusts that Mike can give him both, which is part of the reason why she so excited approves whatever happens between them. Everyone knows Mike and El adore each other, and maybe there will always be a tiny part of Will inside that’s forever cold and bitter over El getting Mike first when it comes to romantic entanglements. At least until he grows out of it once he’s more comfortable about being with Mike. It’s still a weird thing, looking across the way and knowing that when Mike glances up and catches his gaze, the soft look in his eyes is meant for Will in that special way Will himself didn’t truly realize he wanted until he saw that gaze directed at El during Snowball the year before.

He wants to say yes because El really is happy and he knows that intellectually, factually, and objectively. She speaks the truth and yet a minuscule subsection of Will’s hardened heart still believes the words are nothing but a farce hiding disgust and disappointment.

Of course she’s happy, he thinks with a voice laced in self-deprecation and harrowing pity, happy she’s not dating a guy who likes guys. Happy she’s not kissing a boy who would rather kiss other boys.

And he knows it’s stupid thoughts because El really doesn’t care about things like boys liking boys and girls liking girls. Plus, he’s extrapolating a lot of his own internalized problems and fears onto Mike and that’s unfair too but he can’t help it. He has no clue what goes on in Mike’s head when it comes to what they are and he’s scared that Mike will run away once the reality of it all comes crashing down. It’s not as if Will is too sure he wouldn’t run away either; he’s never been with anyone before, he’s never had the freedom to express his affections for Mike in this manner, and the ability to do so freezes him in a stupor every time Mike brushes their hands together or how all day on this cold winter Wednesday, Mike sent Will gentle and warm smiles that screamed “I’m glad I’m with you”.

Despite not having her powers back, El seems to have the innate ability to read Will like a book. She tugs on his sweater and then tries to pull the mug out his hands when he can’t gather his thoughts from the swirling depths found in dark, bleak shadows hidden from the light of the moon. “Will,” she whispers kindly. “It’s okay.”

What exactly is okay about all of this? Will feels like he’s unraveling at the edges, unsure if this new relationship is really something he should be pursuing. “How do you do it?” he asks weakly, hating his voice for cracking.

El huffs out a short breath and Will watches her breath puff white in the night air. “Do what?”

Care for someone. Present that affection. Love Mike Wheeler. It feels so all consuming and Will can’t understand how he’s able to carry this much feeling for one person and be allowed to express it, act on it, enjoy it. It’s as if a dam inside him has smashed open, waves of besotted sentiment crashing into every thought until he’s drowning, one hand reaching out through the ocean in his heart only for nothing to reach out and save him from himself. He closes his eyes and lets the winter breeze brush calming fingers through his lightly tousled hair.

“Wear such an ugly sweater like that,” is what he says, nodding toward El as he tugs at the green cloth on her shoulders. Now that he looks at it, it’s definitely Mike’s—an old thing he got from his grandma a few Christmases ago. It’s decorated with battery operated Christmas lights and cotton puffs meant to imitate snow. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer decorates the center with a glowing nose and Will remembers Mike tolerating the sweater just for the reindeer. A green, red, and white chevron pattern lines the edges and seams, and all in all, the sweater is far too decorated but it swells over El’s entire body and consumes her in a way it never did Mike.

Will finds it suits her in an endearing way.

El though seems to catch Will’s deflection but she doesn’t question it further. “It feels weird at first,” and maybe El is actually answering his unspoken question, “but you get used to it. Other people might say it’s ugly and complain that you wear it around but,” and she taps the flashing red nose which lines up over her heart, “I like it. I think you should be proud to have a gift like that. Not everyone gets to wear ugly sweaters for Christmas.”

Will drinks from his mug to hide his smile, nose crinkling once he realizes the drink has now gotten too cold for enjoyment. The door behind them opens and Will turns to spot their undisclosed topic of discussion working his way down the steps to them. “Hey,” he starts, ruffling Will’s hair as he squeezes El’s shoulder. He settles down on Will’s other side and snags the mug from his hands only to also scowl once he realizes the drink inside is cold. “You want me to warm this up for you?”

They hold eye contact for a moment, something silent and unspeakable passing between them in just a second or two. Will smiles and places his hand over Mike’s significantly warmer one. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

El stands up and plucks the mug from Mike’s hands with a giggle. “I can do it, don’t worry about it.” She’s gone before either boy can protest and Will stares at his hands as silence fills the air.

Mike sits a little closer after a moment and places his hand on Will’s thigh with a small squeeze. “Was I too much today?”

“Too much?”

“Like with the glances and touches and stuff? I can stop if you want, it’s just...,” the lanky boy laughs and rubs at the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t mind really.” Will states and he doesn’t mind, not truly even if he’s still unable to really respond with anything more than stiff nods or quickly averted glances. “Don’t stress over it.”

“Take your own advice, yeah?” Mike nudges Will’s shoulder and lets loose a gentle sigh. “This is all so new, you know? I don’t know what to do.”

Will shakes his head. “Then why are you asking me? At least you’ve had a relationship before this.”

“Yeah, but you’re...well, you’re you.” Mike’s blushing, his freckles spotted against his reddening cheeks. Will feels an underlying urge to kiss each one he can see. “I don’t want to mess this up. Like you said yesterday, this is serious.”

“We’re serious?”

“Of course.”

The wind blows a bit stronger and Will closes his eyes against the incoming breeze filled with melting flakes. Mike curls in closer, not dressed for the winter weather even less than Will. The brunette unravels his scarf and wraps it around his companion’s shoulders, letting his hands linger just a moment longer than he usually would now that he has the permission to do so. They’re far too close to each other for public consumption and if it weren’t dark and snowy outside, Will wouldn’t dare be this close to him in case someone drives by and decides they need to comment in a more physical sense.

Will speaks up to distract his thoughts from taking a twist. “I saw you gave El your sweater.”

Mike laughs, hearty and sweet in the way Will has always loved. “She wanted it and you know I can’t fit it anymore. I don’t miss it, I mean, it’s so ugly anyway.”

“Yeah. That is an ugly sweater.”

Soft lips press against his temple and Will leans into the touch, letting the heat melt the chill that built up during his hiatus outside. Will feels more than hears Mike’s next words. “Bet it’d look cute on you.”

He smiles, no reply on his tongue, but he closes his eyes and doesn’t stress over it as Mike requested. How can he anyway when he’s got the cutest boy wrapped around him making sure his winter night ends in nothing more than love and comfort.

#byler #byeler #byelerholidaybash #frogfaceandzombieboy #hurt/comfort #misc #multi part

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raleigh-ocean · 5 years

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make up after a fight with misty | headcanon

oh fuck damn this one is going to be a bit angsty

let’s begin okay?

wednesday morning, Misty didn’t have class so you let her in your shared bed after she tried to make you stay, like always

that day of the week you had the most difficult class out of all of them

the oldest students were a pain in the ass

which was weird, because you believed you’d find harder to teach the younglings

(they were sweethearts??? seriously, you’ll have to tell Cordelia you wanted to teach them only)

you already had a few clashes with those young adults

but today?

they decided to go full stupid for some reason

it got to the point where you had more than a half the class out of the room

and that you were starting to show a new power, clairvoyance, made it all the worse if it was possible

power none knew about it except you, since you were still discerning how powerful it was and if it would settle with the rest of your powers

those girls could be really mean y’know?

for someone with soft heart it felt even worse

which made you flee for the rest of the day from the Academy, taking advantage that it was your only class of the day

when Misty managed to get dressed and get some late breakfast, she made her way to your classroom to give you a good morning kiss

only to find it empty

for a second she thought it was more late than she believed it was

but there was a straggler there, which she asked about where were everybody

it worried her to know that you resumed the class earlier and checked her phone in case you left her a message about it

do I have to say that Misty entered in the Panic Zone (tm)?

she literally ran around the Academy searching for you, asking everybody she cross paths with, but she already knew you weren’t there since she couldn’t feel your aura

only Cordelia was capable of calm her down in your absence, reassuring her that maybe you wanted to get some fresh air or that you thought of a new recipe and needed some groceries?

(Cordelia was worried too, okay, overall about why would you resume your class so early?? but someone has to be the not panicked part)

they both decided to get some tea in the meantime

and it was then when they encountered a few of your students, that they overheard what really happened and what was the motive behind you acting that way

it took all Cordelia’s strength to avoid Misty tackling them to the ground and teach them the hard way how to respect people - and how to respect you.

deciding to wait for you to come back to talk about that, both took their tea to Cordelia’s office afterwards to spend some together

until after lunch, you didn’t appeared in the front door, your arms full of stuff to bake the largest batch of whatever you had in mind

and you were sorting the stuff, absent-minded, when Misty arms snuck around your middle and hid her face in your neck

‘you got me all worried sunshine, where were you’

you couldn’t help but feel bad about that, you already did during all day you were out without noticing it

‘doing some groceries, I was thinking about baking brownies baby’

‘did you spent five hours doin’ groceries just for some brownies?’

thanks to the clairvoyance, you managed to catch a solitary thought out of Misty’s head

she knew about the incident in your classes

‘well, you know lil ol’ me, I always want everything to be perfect,’ the white lie made Misty flinch, uncomfortable, and you noticed it ‘it’s nothing baby, really, I had a while without having some me time either’

you didn’t want Misty to worry about how you couldn’t handle a bunch of stupid girls, okay?

not only because you were still hurt about it but also because you felt...powerless in someway and that angered you

‘i know somethin’ happened to you, you only bake chocolate things when something is bothering you” Misty’s voice is soft for a second but her own annoyance turns it hard the next second ‘and i don’t know why you don’t want me to know’

you only turn around, frown ready

‘because i’m a grown up that knows how to deal with my own problems, thank you very much’

can i say that angered Misty the most?

the fact that you didn’t want to trust in her with all that hurt her and she stepped back from your touch, crossing her arms under her chest

‘well, of course you are,’ you sighed a bit loudly and that put more weight to Misty’s anger

you two stay in silence, not wanting to snap at each other while you still were going through the ingredients for the brownies

you didn’t want to keep talking about it

but Misty can’t take the silence anymore

‘why don’t you trust in me?’ you look up to her ‘do you think I couldn’t help you with those stupid girls making fun of you?’

it was then when all of your pent up emotions left your body

a mess if i’m being honest

everything you want to say is stuck in your throat and Misty started to ramble about the true motive behind why you did what you did

which it makes everything worse than already is

and then you couldn’t take her rant anymore and your tears start falling

‘instead of getting angry at me, why don’t you see that i’m trying to hold my ground by myself’ it startled Misty to say the least, overall because you’ve never raised your voice more than necessary ‘i don’t want them to think i’m weak and that i always need you or Cordelia to get things running smoothly for me’

‘but baby you aren’t weak for needing help with this’

‘oh for christ’s sake Misty! I read their minds, I know further than you think you know about it’

maybe it was because you confessed about your new power - since when you could read minds??? - or maybe it was because she never saw such flame in your eyes

Misty was left in shock, looking at her hands not knowing what to say anymore

‘you told me that why i didn’t trust you, but why don’t you trust me in this?’

that was the last straw + watching you cry

any trace of annoyance that Misty could still have just got blown away because in the end you were right

instead of putting up that shit show, she would have let you explain yourself without her wondering and wondering why you didn’t say anything

when she didn’t reply nor move, you only dried your tears with the kitchen cloth before trying to keep baking

‘i should have texted you to not worry you, i’m sorry’ you said that in a soft mumble ‘sometimes i get too into my own head’

that was enough for Misty, who stepped forward again and wrapped you in her arms, kissing all over your face

‘i’m the one being sorry, i shouldn’t have jump in all of that’

you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when Misty kept kissing you, hugging you tightly

you knew she wasn’t the best when it came to the apologize part, so you already knew all those kisses and light touches were meant to make up for the bad time

‘why don’t you help me bake hmm?’ you manage to pull apart, giving her a light kiss in her lips ‘let’s forget about this’

‘but you promise me you’ll talk about this with Cordelia?’

‘i do, but first i’ll try to use my own method okay? the one that doesn’t involve poison those bitches with some tasty brownies at all’

even when you both laughed it off, starting to do the whole thing, the thought of you, sweet and dear you, doing something like that was very unlikely and still made Misty chuckle

it was weird hearing something like that coming out from your lips, even as a joke

but when she told Cordelia about the whole thing, the woman got really concerned about your ‘joke’

apparently you did something similar to some assholes back in your Academy days and it was An Absolute Mess (tm)

so when she caught your students munching all the treats she had a tiny heartattack because she didn’t want you to get in trouble with Cordelia

you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard her thought

‘c’mon baby, you know i won’t do that, it was only a joke’

(oh it wasn’t, you really had everything to pull the same joke on them in the cart for like 30min until your adult brain decided to not pull it)

(but Misty didn’t have to know that)

#misty day #misty day x reader #american horror story #how would be #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagine #ahs imagines

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shxdowsofombra · 3 years

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Going To Hallie

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[Zach]

Zach had flown to the campus and figured out where Hallie was staying and he knocked on the door. He wasn’t sure if she would answer the door knowing he was there but he hoped she would. He knew he looked like a mess but at this point he didn’t care, he just wanted to see his daughter.

[Hallie]

Hallie heard a knock on the door and thought it was David. She moved carefully to open the door before seeing her dad. She was alarmed by his appearance and knew the last time he saw her she didn’t have a belly, but now…that was a different story. “Daddy…what’s wrong?”

[Zach]

“I told your mother the truth about you telling me you were pregnant. I didn’t mean to lie to her about it. I was so angry that I didn’t get the chance to talk to your mother about it and that your grandmother was just doing everything in her power to try to make me feel like shit and make it seem like I was keeping secrets from your mother. I told your mother the truth and then I came here to tell you. I...everything spiralled out of control so quickly and I can’t just have you stay away forever. I am sorry I didn’t defend you, it’s been killing me inside to just keep all of this in. I miss you and regardless of you being pregnant I still love you and I can’t be without my baby.” He tells her before hugging her but was very careful since she was showing.

[Hallie]

Hallie felt him hugging her and wrapped her arms around him as she hugged him back. Her eyes turned bright blue as she held him and started crying, “I missed you so much daddy. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

[Zach]

“I missed you too baby.” He says while cradling her head in his hand as he holds her closer to him. “I am sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I should have said something sooner.”

[Hallie]

“I don’t care daddy, you are here now.” She said leaning into his touch. “I have needed you so much.” She cried harder. All the anger she felt quickly disappeared as she was just glad he was here.

[Zach]

“I am here now baby. I am here for whatever you need.” He reassures her as he runs his fingers over her hair. “Tell me, how can I help you? What can I help you with?” Zach asks as he tries to regain his composure.

[Hallie]

“Can you just hold me? Please? And I would really like you to stay to meet David, I mean I am living with him now…I want you to like him. I would like you to come to my doctor's appointment. I know they aren’t near home, but I want you to meet your grandchild.”

[Zach]

“Of course baby.” He tells her before pulling back so that he could talk to her. “I would love that.” Zach smiles.

[Hallie]

“I’m just so happy you are back, David will probably be so relieved. He has been working and taking care of me, and threatening people who mess with me.” She smiled, taking his hand and leading him inside.

[Zach]

“Sounds like something I did for your mom.” He smiles before following her inside, “He sounds like a decent guy in that case, if he didn’t threaten those that messed with you I would be very worried. I don’t like having you be so far away.” He pouted.

[Hallie]

“I don’t really like this school either, but Ellie and Tommy are so cool. Everyone loves them so people just leave me alone because of them. I have never been this far from you and mom, or even Emmett and Henry. I am hoping to come home soon.”

[Zach]

“You know that you are more than welcome to come home anytime baby. We would love to see you around the house again.” He tells her.

[Hallie]

Hallie smiled at his words and nodded, “Would you like anything while we wait? I was craving things so I made David go get them.” She laughed softly. “I…I’m just so happy you are here daddy.”

[Zach]

Zach shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I am not hungry or thirsty.” He says. “I am happy to be here too. So tell me, how have you been?”

[Hallie]

Hallie moved to sit on the bed and pulled her dragon plushie into her lap. “Okay, my grades are still really good. I was interning but I stopped when I started showing. I mostly hang out with David, Tommy, and Ellie…I don’t have many friends here. But I am okay. I am happy.”

[Zach]

“I am glad that you are happy here and that Tommy and Ellie are taking care of you here.” He says before sitting in the nearby chair. “Ah where were you interning at?”

[Hallie]

“Well I have always wanted to be like you, but I don’t like blood.” She laughed. “So I was interning at a nearby police station. I was really good. I would work as the receptionist so I wasn’t as important as you.”

[Zach]

“There is never one job that is too small, Hallie. Being a receptionist is a pretty important job, it might not be as hands-on but it is still important.” He smiles.

[Hallie]

“Thanks daddy.” She smiled happily. “How are you? And mom? Are you guys okay?”

[Zach]

“Well...um I don’t know. I sort of told your mother and then came right here to talk to you. I am sure that I will get my punishment when I get home. But that is fine.” He tells her before hearing someone with keys starting to open the door.

[Hallie]

“I am sure everything will be fine. You two love each other so much, I doubt mom will be upset with you. You told her the truth, yeah it took a while but you still told her.” She said before her attention moved to the door.

[Zach]

“That is true but you also haven’t seen your mother angry at me before.” He says as he lets out a small laugh.

[David]

“Sorry I am late, there was an unbelievable line at the store today but I was able to find everything that you wanted.” He says as he comes through the door. Seeing Hallie in her room with someone else, he raised a brow. “Who is this? What are you doing in our house?” It had been a while since he had seen Zach and things had changed quite a bit since then so it was understandable that he was hesitant at first.

[Hallie]

“Yes I have.” She laughed with him. “Well you both were pretty angry with each other. You yelled at each other at dinner. It was pretty scary.” She smiled before seeing David walk inside. She moved to stand up and help him with the bags. “David it’s my dad, you can calm down. Daddy you remember David right?”

[Zach]

“I know we met a long time ago but we met.” He tells him before shaking his head, “Hallie, let me help him, you shouldn’t be lifting heavyish things. I had to tell your mother the same thing when I came home with food for her too.” Zach teases.

[David]

David took a moment before nodding his head, “Right, yes. It has been a long time sorry for not recognizing you sooner Mr. Winters.” He bowed politely slightly before shaking his head, “Hallie, I got this don’t worry. You should be resting anyway. Let me go and put these away and I can fix you something to eat while you catch up with your dad sweetheart.”

[Hallie]

“Daddy I can do it, I’m not fragile.” She teased him back before hearing David’s words and pouting. “I want to help. I am the one that made you leave in the middle of the night for food. Let me help.”

[David]

“No darling, you can catch up with your father, it is fine. I don’t mind.” He smiles before walking over and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I will go and make you some food. I got your favorite.” He smiles before heading to the kitchen.

[Hallie]

Her face lit up as she heard David got her favorite food, “You did? Aw thank you baby. Will you please put in extra chocolate just for me?” She asked, smiling as she stopped him from leaving.

[David]

“Of course darling, I will add extra chocolate.” He smiles before giving her a peck on the lips and then heading downstairs.

[Hallie]

She kissed him back before smiling as he walked away. “Oh sorry daddy I should have asked if you wanted some. I could tell him to make more? I don’t know if you’ve eaten and you flew all the way here.”

[David]

“I am making some for him too!” David calls out.

[Zach]

“I don’t need the food but the gesture is nice. So then when is the doctor appointment? I want to make sure that I clear my schedule.”

[Hallie]

“Hm next Wednesday. After school, the family will be there. And don’t worry I made sure to check them out.”

[Zach]

“Ah okay. I mean, are you sure you want to give them up? I know that your mother and I wouldn’t mind helping you with the baby so that you can finish up school and all. I just don’t want you to regret giving away your first born. They always hold a special place in your heart just as you do in mine.”

[Hallie]

“Daddy it’s not fair to David. He’s not…just because I imprinted on him doesn’t mean it’s the same way. What if he meets someone else? I don’t want what Uncle Stiles has with Sam and Dylan. I want David to have the family he wants…with who he wants.”

[Zach]

“Honey, imprints go both ways. It might take some time but that is how they are made. That is how it was for your grandparents as well. And it seems as David is still here supporting your decision and standing by your side. I think it is fair to say that he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. But I think you two should really talk about it, before you thought you didn’t have support with your baby but now you know you do so that means that it can change everything. I don’t want you to regret it. The moment you see your baby...it just changes everything you thought before…”

[Hallie]

“I don’t know the first thing about being a mom. I wasn’t ready for this. And I don’t want to rush him, I also don’t want him to feel like he needs to pick me. He is supporting me…but if he wanted to keep our child he would have said something. It’s not just my decision daddy. We both agreed to this. He even helped me pick the family.”

[Zach]

“Neither was your mother but I was there for her and even if your grandmother wasn’t supportive of it, your grandfather was. When your mother was expecting your brother she had thought about giving our baby away and I was supportive of her decision even if it wasn’t what I necessarily wanted, it is her body not mine so it is more or less her decision. But when I found out we were having a son the further along we got in the pregnancy the more attached I got to the idea of having a baby with family with her. Keeping our baby was the best decision I ever made.”

[Hallie]

“Yeah Emmett’s great.” She joked slightly before shrugging, “I don’t know. I look at Tommy and Ellie and they talk about their future together and they seem so excited. Like they have been waiting forever for it…David and I didn’t even know each other long enough for the idea of kids to cross my mind. There was no cute baby reveal or even the talk of how we want our kids raised…I want that. This isn’t how I pictured things. And maybe there's a family that really wants a baby…but if he doesn’t agree with that I want him to tell me. To at least give me his opinion.”

[Zach]

“Have you communicated this to him? I mean he offered for you to live with him and that’s a pretty big thing. Why would you do all that cute stuff if you are just going to end up giving your child away? Instead of looking back at it being something happy it might make you sad. Or maybe he is just waiting for the right time to tell you or for finding the right words. I can see that he really cares for you Hallie and around here that is something that is rare. Most people who were pirates would just care less about knocking someone up. They wouldn’t take responsibility for it but he has so I think that you two should talk about that once I leave just to make sure you are still on the same page.”

[Hallie]

“I don’t want to embarrass myself. I thought other guys really liked me and…we both know what you and mom did to him. I don’t have friends anymore and I don’t want to lose him because of this. I don’t like being such a hassle. I just…I want things to happen naturally and if they don’t I will be okay. But I can’t be a single mom, I would let him down.”

[Zach]

“Baby, you wouldn’t have to be a single mom. You have your mother and I here to support you. It is not a hassle darling, communication is key in any relationship and that includes being vulnerable and talking about things that you might not want to talk about. There is no way that you would let him down. And you won’t lose him for this, just talk to him about how you are feeling. I am sure everything will work out.” He reassures her.

[Hallie]

“It’s a boy, you know? I told David I didn’t want to know because we wouldn’t have them for long after they were born but…I snuck a look at the paperwork and we are having a boy.” She smiled softly. “Maybe…maybe I’ll talk to him. Not tonight though, tomorrow when he has the day off.”

[Zach]

“As long as you two talk that is all I can ask. And a baby boy.” He smiles at her words. “Surely you have thought about names right?”

[Hallie]

“Daddy can you please be quiet.” She laughed softly. “No…we didn’t talk about any. And I suck at names.”

[Zach]

“What? I know that we started to think of names right away. Well...at least I did.” He teases.

[Hallie]

“Daddy I don’t even know if I’m keeping him…I don’t want to give him a name and then David and I decide we still want to give him up for adoption. Let’s just slow down.” She smiled. “And let’s stop talking about it before he hears us.”

[Zach]

“Okay, okay sweetheart. Well, is there anything else I can do for you? I should probably head home though it’s pretty late and I don’t really know what your mother has in store for me so…”

[Hallie]

“No daddy, thank you for coming. And I will call mom to try and explain everything. I don’t want you to be in trouble. But oh wait, David,” She called out. “Come say bye to my dad, he’s leaving.”

[Zach]

“Your mother can be a very stubborn woman when she wants to be and I don’t think she will be budging on this. No, it’s okay he doesn’t have to come say goodbye. He is making you food.” He tells her.

[Hallie]

“Daddy have you met you? You are just as stubborn as mom is, if not more. You were made for each other.” She smiled before nodding. “Well I will see you when I come home. Or I mean I will see you at the doctor's appointment.” She said before hugging her dad. “Thank you for coming.”

[Zach]

Zach hugged her back before giving her a kiss on the head. “I will see you then. And if you ever want me to stop by again just let me know and I will come by.” He tells her before heading out.

#muse: zach #muse: david #zachxhallie #davidxhallie

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littlebitoffanfic · 7 years

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Fandom: Sofia The First Characters: Cedric, Sofia, others mentioned Relationship: Cedric/reader Request: Sofia the First request Reader is an elf who has grown up with Roland and Cedric. When she developed her magical ability she was forced to leave and learn with her own people. Years later she returns as a teacher for the princes and princesses. She can tame and speak to animals. Upon returning she is greeted warmly by the royal family but Cedric is cold to her when he finds out she is back. No matter what she does Cedric refuses to speak to her. When Sofia finds out that not only is our reader in love with Cedric but Cedric is very much in love in the reader as well. So Sofia comes up with a plan to bring them together. Her and the others decorate Cedric's tower with roses and other flowers, and get Baileywick to bring some champagne as well. Sofia gets Wormwood to even help and lure the reader to the tower. This would lead into a NSFW scene eventually. Cedric would walk into his tower to find everything and would follow rose petals to him bathroom where he would find a very unclothed reader in the large bathtub, hidden with lots of bubbles. I would leave the rest up to you but I can see them both in the tub and it leading to a very sweet and loving scene in the bedroom ;) then at the end Sofia would see the two of them holding hands in the hallway before giggling as the kiss :) Walking through the large hallways, you tried and failed at holding your grin to yourself. The guards must have thought you were crazy but you didn’t care. You were too excited to see your old friends. You had grown up with Cedric and Roland, although you had to admit you were closer to Cedric than to the young prince. but as you grew older and your powers matured, you were forced to leave. The heads of a magic society for elves had come and told you when you were 11 years old that it was compulsory that you attend classes for your magic. The only thing was, those classes were far away from your home. You had cried over the decision for days, unable to believe you were being ripped from your home. Cedric had come to you other night before you left. “Don’t go!” He begged, the hurt in his eyes obvious. You were the only true friend he felt he had, the only one who never saw his mistakes and flaws. You had been the one to stop Roland being cruel to Cedric and many others in fact. You were both kneeling in front of each other in your bedroom. “I have to.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes with your sleeves. “Otherwise, they’ll banish me and I wont be allowed anywhere.” With that thought, fresh tears came on and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “But… isn’t there a way?” Cedric wrapped his arms around you. “No, they said everyone in an Elf family must go.” You hiccupped half way through but Cedric still understood you. “Well, you can come into my family!” Cedric blurted out, desperate to find any way to keep you. “And how would I do that?” you pulled back, not taking him seriously. “You could marry me. Then you would have my last name. And I would be the greatest sorcerer in the land so they wouldn’t dare take you from my side!” Cedric took your hands in his, gripping them. “Oh, Cedric.” You giggled despite the tears, but your smile soon faded. “Im going to miss you.” Cedric looked down at your hands and you had seen the tears in his eyes but what he did next surprised you. He leaned down and, at the same time, raised your hands. His lips touched the back of your right hand for a moment before hot tears slid down his nose and fell onto the back of your hand. That night, Cedric had said his goodbyes to you and you both knew it was best that way. Your farewell party was one person short but you understood. You would have had to be dragged by your ankles the next morning if Cedric had been there. As time had tolled on, you never forgot either Cedric or Roland but you couldn’t bring yourself to return. When you were finished with school, you were put straight into work and work for an elf was scarce and far between. You worked 2 jobs for pennies. The first as a trainer of animals and the second selling positions. That was until 2 weeks ago. You had received a letter and nearly fell out your seat when you saw Rolands name. He wrote about a ‘business proposal’, asking if you would like to come work for the king who just so happened to be Roland. He offered you double what both your jobs combined paid along with accommodation in the castle. How could you say no? You had heard through rumours that Cedric worked for Roland as well, as their fathers had. you were snapped from your thoughts by the guard turning to you sharply. “The royal family are in the main hall. They wish to meet you before you retire to your chambers for the night.” He told you, smiling kindly. “Yes, I would love to.” You returned the smile and continued to follow him. You only had a small bag with you as your other luggage had arrived a few days before you. You approached a large, grand door with beautiful woodcarvings around it and knew where you were. The guard opened the door first and stepped inside, holding it open for you. “Your majesties, Lady [f/n] [l/n].” He announced, rather grandly. You could get used to being introduced like that. But the second you stepped into the room, you were distracted. Roland sat on his throne, the same one his father had sat on when you were younger. He had grown up just as you had always thought he would. To one side were 3 people. One was a beautiful woman with chocolate brown hair and wearing a lavished pink dress. The other 2 were children who were obviously twins, a boy and a girl with blonde hair. The girl was scowling slightly, as if trying to decide whether she disliked you or she felt above you. She wore a dress similar to the woman except it was yellow. The boy had on a green jacket with a trousers that were a shade darker. But to Rolands other side was a girl. She looked the same age as the other 2 but she looked different. She had light brown hair and a small but sweet smile on her lips. Her eyes were kind and she wore a purple dress. She looked like the woman while the 2 other children looked like Roland. Roland rose from his throne and descended the couple of steps to meet you as you walked towards him. “Your majesty.” You smiled, curtsying and bowing your head out of respect. “Now, I’ll be having none of that from you, old friend.” He chuckled and as you straighten up, he wrapped his arms around you. You returned the hug, always dazed by the memorised that were flooding back to you. “let me introduce you to my family.” He said as you both pulled back. You glanced over his shoulder and were surprised to see all of the others had followed Roland. “This is my wife, Queen Miranda.” He gestured to the woman with the brown hair who was smiling. “We’ve heard so much about you.” She chuckled. “And these are my children, James and Amber and Mirandas daughter, Sofia.” Roland gestured to each child as he said their name. “nice to meet you.” You smiled, crouching down to their level. “My names [y/n]. I’ll be teaching you magic.” “We are so excited!” Sofia was nearing hopping from one foot to the other as James nodded. After a very warm welcome from the royal family, you were allowed to retire to your chambers for the night. You were shattered and couldn’t wait to get to bed, that was until you turned a corner and saw a man walking down the hallway towards you. He didn’t notice you as he seemed to be scowling at the floor as he walked. He was a little taller than you and wore a long, deep purple cloak with a dark yellow bow tie. His hair was black apart from the small area at the front of his head which was white. “Cedric?” Your voice said his name before you could stop yourself. As his name rolled off your tongue, the man jumped and looked up. His mouth dropped open slightly when he saw you. It was him! Your heart jumped into your throat as you both stared at each other. But then he seemed to realise something and suddenly turned away from you, storming down the hallway and away from you. You didn’t fully register what had happened but by the time he had turned the corner and vanished. Maybe he hadn’t recognised you? Or maybe it was just the shock of it all? You didn’t know. But what you did know was you were tired and Cedric would be about tomorrow. So you went to your room. ----------------timeskip------------------ Something was really wrong. Cedric hadn’t came anywhere near you. You saw him from a distance but never closer than 100 yards. Cedric, from what you found out from the children, was normal distance and rather resentful. you were curious. How had the sweet boy grown up into someone like this? It was nearly 4pm on a Friday, which meant the children were a little rowdier than normal. Your classes ran 11am-5pm on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays to allow them time for their other responsibilities. You had a room in the back of the castle. It’s a cosy room with a couple of rows of desks with your main desk sitting up front. “miss [l/n]?” Sofia asked, kneeling in her chair with her hand up. You were sitting at your desk, lazily marking some papers. But your mind was a hundred miles away. Well, a lot less. Only just down a few corridors. To cedric. “Yes?” You smiled at her but you had a feeling she wasn’t going to ask you about work. “father said you knew him when you were children!” James was bouncing on his seat and from the look in his, Sofia and Ambers eyes, they had been waiting to ask you questions on his for a while. “Yes, I was very close friends when we were young.” You nodded, getting up and walking around your desk to lean on the other side. “And you knew Mr Cedric?” Sofia asked. “Yes, we were very close.” You smiled, trying to hide the pain in your voice. “Really?” Sofia looked intrigued. “Yes, in fact, I remembered he once asked me to marry him.” You giggled fondly, looking down. “That doesn’t sound like him.” Amber raised an eyebrow. “he was very sweet when we were children.” You shrugged your shoulders but quickly realised you were thinking too much about this. “right, I think that’s enough for today.” You pushed yourself up off the desk and walked around, feeling a blush rising to your cheeks. You heard the three children gathering their things and the scrapping of chairs. you turned back to them and smiling, bidding the two twins goodbye. Sofia held back, her little mind working hard. “Is everything okay, sofia?” You asked, crouching down so you were the same height as her. “I was just wondering about you and Cedric.” She tilted her head to one side. “What do you mean?” You asked, “Well, hes been a lot sadder since you came. But you were close friends when you were younger.” It was more a statement than a question. “Some times people change, my dear.” You smiled sadly at her. “But you still like him?” She asked. “Of course.” Sofia watched you very casually. Despite her youth, she was intelligent and understood adults more than most. She saw the way you spoke about Cedric. She saw how happy you were when he came into the room and how sad you got when he avoided you. But, above all, she saw how Cedric looked at you when you weren’t looking. “Do you love him?” She suddenly asked, instantly noticing your widened eyes and sharp intake of breath. After a moment of debating in your mind, you knew she would have already worked out the answer. “very much.” You answered. Sofia looked past you and seemed to see something you couldn’t. She saw Cedric, standing outside the room, his eyes glued to your back and his mouth open. He took a deep breath and started to walk into the room when you stood up. “Sofia, its been a long time. Hes obviously change. And it doesn’t matter about my old feelings.” You said. Sofia saw the sorrow in your eyes but her attention was pulled to look behind you. She saw Cedric pause then turned and moved quickly out of sight. Sofias little mind was now going faster than a train as she quickly said ‘goodbye’ to you and ran out the room. She went in search of Clover who she found in her room. “We need to help them!” She vowed, her little mind conjuring up a plan. -----------timeskip ----------------- You were sitting in your chambers, a book out on your lap till you heard a tapping at your window. It made you jump as you sat up straight. It was late at night, close to 10.30 pm and you were in your nightwear. A long, beautiful silk nightgown. Pulling on a cardigan, you walked over to your window and pulled open the curtains. You were greeted by Woodworm the raven. You had seen him perched on Cedrics shoulder and, now that you thought about it, you don’t think you had ever seen the two apart. You pulled the window up and the raven flew into the room. He flew around in a circle a couple of times and then to the door, where he tapped his beak on the door a couple of times. Frowning, you walked over and opened the door for him. He flew out and hovered outside. Was he waiting for you? Curiously, you stepped outside and closed the door over. It was obvious he wanted you to follow him. You started to walk, following the raven as he lead you across the castle. You tried to remembered where you had come from but failed after the 8th or 9th turn. You didn’t stop until you came to the bottom of a set of stairs. But it wasn’t just a plain set of stairs. all up the steps was deep red petals. Your eyes widen as you looked up to the raven as he flew up to perch on a wooden beam. He didn’t seem to want to continue with you. You carefully started to climb the stairs, your eyes following the petals. Who had done this? It must have been specifically for you or why would Woodworm have come to you? Woodworm. Was it Cedric? Your heart started to beat hard as you came to a door. You pushed the door open to come into a chamber just like yours, at least in size. There was the same sized bed and a desk. But there was books that cluttered every flat surface and on the floor. There was a number of bottles, both filled and empty around. before you could fully decide whos room this was, you noticed the door to the bathroom was opened slightly and a light, warm glow came from inside. The petals lead into the room so you decided to follow it. Like your bathroom, there was a grand bath that was sunken into the floor so you had to climb down into it. The bath itself was deep enough to stand in and still be covered up to your shoulders, but there was a rim that ran around the edge of the tub for sitting. There was a number of candles that had been lit around the bath. The bath was drawn and filled with bubbles. As you stepped inside, the warmth hit you and you wanted nothing more than to shed your clothes and jump in. It looked so warm and inviting. Stepping inside, you slowly took off your cardigan as you walked further inside looking around. You pulled your hair up into a loose bun with a number of loose strands that fell around your face to keep the majority of your hair dry. Once you were sure no one was looking, you slid out of your gown and undergarments and left them in a pile at the side before sliding into the water. It was blissful! Your eyes fell shut as you leaned against the rim on the bath. The bath was very deep and came up to your shoulders. The bubbles smelled lovely and you felt like you could sleep in here. You were facing the door in case someone came in. There was a towel to your right so you were sure you would be fine. Your mind wondered to Cedric. Had he really done this for you? But speak of the devil and he shall appear. You heard a small gasp from the door and your eyes flew open. There, standing in the middle of the door with his mouth open was Cedric. “[y/n]?” He stuttered out, his hair falling in front of his eyes and he pushed his back. “Cedric?” You replied, suddenly realising that if he was surprised you were here, it wasn’t him who organised this. You sat up slightly, unaware of the water lowering to just cover your chest. But, once you did, you covered your breasts with one hand but you were thankful that the bubbles seemed to cover you. “I-i-Im sorry.” He started to back away, which caught you off guard. he hadn’t told you to get out, even though this must have been his bathroom and possibly his room. “Would you like to join me?” You suddenly asked, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them. Cedric froze, his minds racing as he looked at you. You saw it in his eyes that he really did want to. You closed your eyes and twisted around so you were sitting more to the centre of the bath. You Your back was now to Cedric and you wondered if he was going to join you. You heard the sound of rustling of clothes and the padding of barefoot on the bathroom floor until you felt the water moved as someone climbed into the bath. You were only waiting an extra few seconds to make sure he was okay when you were surprised to feel a pair of hands touching your sides delicately. Your eyes opened just as you felt hot breath on your shoulder then a soft pair of lips. You let out a gasp that turned into a soft moan as Cedric stared to kiss your shoulder and neck. you felt him pull away slightly and you turned to glance over your shoulder at him. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes glazed over with lust. He leaned down, only an inch away from your lips when he stopped. You closed the distance and kissed him, nearly unable to believe this was happening. The kiss was passionate and you felt your head spinning. You felt your own lust building and you wanted nothing more than to realise it. You reached your hand between your legs, gently touching your swollen clit. You let out a moan against his lips as his hands pulled you closer. “Cedric.” You moaned against his lips, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I heard you.” Cedric suddenly said. He saw the confusion in your eyes and decided to continue with a deep breath. “When you were speaking to the children.” Your eyes widened as you sat up, your hand pulling away from your core so you could twist around to face him. You ducked a little further under the water as you right hand came up, crossed over your front to start rubbing your left shoulder. “it is okay.” Cedric smiled. He reached over and took your right hand, his eyes filled with hope. “I-I fell the same.” “But, the last few weeks since ive been here. You haven’t spoken to me once. You keep avoiding me.” You shake your head slightly as if you were trying to shake out his lies from your mind. You saw him shrink back slightly, embarrassed by his actions maybe? “You came back. And you were so beautiful, kind and gentle. You haven’t changed a bit. But I have. I am not the same boy you grew up with. I wanted to believe you had, I told myself you would have changed and you wouldn’t want to be my friend, let alone anything more. If you had not reciprocated my feelings, it would have been easier is you weren’t the same as I once knew you. But you were. You were everything I remembered and more. And I just couldn’t face you. You were my light and you still are. But one thing never changed. I have always loved you, even as a boy, I loved you.” You stated at him, wide-eyed. He saw this and took your widened eyes as disbelief. Ducking his head, he raised your hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand like he had done all those years ago. You stared as he looked up at you, his mouth barley leaving your hand so you could still feel his hot breath on your skin. “I still love you.” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear him. Your heart jumped out of your body as you blinked rapidly, barley able to believe it. you moved quickly, wrapping both your arms around him and kissing him deeply. You didn’t care that your bare body pressed against his own. Nor did you care if the whole kingdom knew you loved him. his arms wrapped around your waist as the two of you sunk a little further underwater. Cedrics mind was racing. He could feel your breasts pressed against his chest. He was here, holding you naked. Nothing more perfect could have come to his mind as he pulled you closer. He felt himself harden under the water, barely able to contain himself anymore as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his desires in the hope you would feel the same. You could feel him, pressed up against you, his member rubbing against your stomach as your own lust grew. You gently pushed him back to the ledge and the two of you hopped up. You instantly straddled him, not breaking the kiss as you felt him against your core. The water came down passed your breast and allowed Cedric to view them, slightly covered in bubbles, when you pulled away from the kiss. His hands trailed up to gently cup and squeeze them, both his and your breath hitching as he did so. You let out a breathy moan as your eyes rolled shut. You felt Cedric lean forward and he started to kiss along your collar bone and back. “Cedric?” You breathed, feeling how he shuddered with pleasure as you said his name so you took this as a acknowledgement. “May-may we go through to the bedroom?” You asked. “Of course.” He pulled away and you moved off him. You stepped up onto the step to climb out when you noticed Cedric was still, frozen like ice. The water was now down to your knees, exposing your fully naked body to him. His mouth dropped open and if there wasn’t lust in his eyes before, it definitely was now. You decided to continue and elegantly climbed out the bath, walking to the door with as extra sway in your hips as you walked. You reached up and pulled your hair down, allowing it seductively fall across your wet, naked body. You glanced over your shoulder. “Are you coming?” You asked, pouting out your lower lip slightly. Cedric jumped to life and clamped out the tub. You smiled as he came up behind you. “I am not worthy.” He mumbled, his hand reaching out to move your hair to the side and kiss your neck. You closed your eyes, loving his words. You twisted in his arms, and wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him into the bedroom. The two of you fell back onto the bed, your passion for this man unable to be swayed by anything in the world. It felt like you were destined to love him. No matter what. Your legs were spread and Cedric between them. He quickly lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes seemed to be glued to your body but looked up to your face as he thrust inside you. He watched your face contorted with pleasure as you gasped. “Oh Cedric!” You cried out as she started to move inside you at a rather steady speed. “[y/n].” Cedric whispered, his eyes darting across your body . Your body responded to his as the two of you moved in perfect harmony. It felt natural to be like this with him and you were very aware how easily you had fallen into bed with him. But you didn’t care. He was worshipping you unlike anything you have ever experienced in your life. No one ever looked at you with even a 10th of the adoration that he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he moved in the most pleasurable way. His hair hung down, slightly covering his eyes as his cheeks were red. You loved the way he looked like this and, judging by how rapidly he was looking across your whole body, he felt the same. You rolled your hips against his and you heard him let out a groan. His speed started to increase as his hands gripped at your hips. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. From everything that happened in the bath, the way he looked at you and the way he was staring at you and moving inside you, you couldn’t control your body. “Cedric, i-i-I-“ you tried to say just as your orgasm hit you like a train. your body writhed under his, your walls tightening in the most pleasurable way. Cedric couldn’t deny himself the pleasure any more. He came inside you, spilling his seed deep into you as your walls massaged him. Cedric only just managed to collapse next to you, his heart hammering in his chest much like your own. You cuddled closer to him. From the heat of the bath plus the love-making, the two of you were boiling so didn’t get under the covers immediately. You lay on his chest and felt Cedric playing idly with your hair. “Stay tonight?” Cedric muttered, a little fear in his voice. You nodded, looking up at him lovingly. -----------------time skip------------ You sneaked back to your chambers in the early morning. Cedric and you had spoken most of the night and it was clear you would both have to get used to sneaking between the two rooms. But now, you didn’t mind it as you walked in the garden with Cedric hand in hand. It was the early evening and the sun was offering a beautiful sunset that was bright and beautiful. Neither of you noticed the purple dressed princess and her animal friends peaking at you from behind a bush. “He looks sooo happy when hes with her!” Sofia smiled, impressed that her plan worked. “Yeah, he really does.” Clover agreed. Cedric raised your hand and pressed a kiss to it. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to you. Just like you meant the world to him. It was like magic.

#sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #cedric x reader #cedric/reader #cedric the sensational #cedric the sensational x reader #reader insert

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Theo Raeken Imagines: Imagine 32: Part 2 to when you have been taken by Tracy into the woods

A/N: Hey Guys this imagine is going to be short

Three weeks after Tracy kidnapping you, you and Theo did some digging to try and figure out if your really a true Luna or if what Tracy had said the night that she had kidnapped me and took me to that abandoned chocolate factory.

However since Tracy failed to do what Deucalion wanted therefore he wasn't going to give up so easily. So Scott and Theo have been on the look out for Deucalion and his pack. Which means Scott has put a strategy in to ensure that one I am never left alone Two Deucalion doesn't have a chance to attack me Three wherever I go some one from the pack will go for example - Monday's I have soccer practice and I volunteered at the hospital, during soccer practice Liam, Scott and Stiles are watching me from the lacrosse feild Durning my volunteering Theo watching and following me - Tuesdays I have maths with Lydia so she's my designated baby sitter for that whole day. - Wednesdays I have English with Theo and Hayden which means babysitters for the whole day. -thursdays Malia and Stiles for history class -fridays scott and Kira who I have chemistry with.

Saturday and Sunday Theo and Scott both come and sleep over at mine. They also train me to protect myself during the day and sometimes Derek will come and help.

So I never get time to myself, and it's really starting to frustrate me. I needed time to myself.

And today is Saturday and honestly it's just another day of being babysat.

I'm not as useless as everyone thinks. I was sitting on my bed and the boys were down stairs I decided to get some air.

I grabbed my phone and earphones mad climbed out my window. I climbed up to the roof and closed my window. I placed my earphones in my ears and started to listen to "medicine" by Anth and Conor Maynard. And looked up to the stars when suddenly someone stuck their head out of my window.

When i realised that it was Theo i sighed and tapped his head which caused him to look up at me and started to climb up and sat down beside me. He heard me sigh "what's wrong?" He asked "if I be honest please don't get angry or annoyed ..." I said hesitantly.

He just nodded in response. "Having everyone care is really great and all but I hate having people following me around all day every day 24/7 but honestly I need my own space, I know that you and Scott have your hearts in the right place but a girl can only take so much of people looking over her shoulder every 2 seconds, it's annoying I get that you and Scott just want to make sure I'm safe but I need space Theo" I said all in one breath.

He looked over at the other side of the house and back at me " I get it, its just we don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose you either" he said as he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Ok then we need to work something out because as much as I love everyone I really feel suffocated being watched all the time" I said as I leaned my head onto his shoulder only for him to kiss my head.

" We'll talk about this in the morning but can we go back inside cause it's late and we have school?" Theo mumbled into my hair.

I just nodded and we both started to climb down and go back into my window where Scott was sitting on my bed.

"Oh thank god you found her where the hell were you y/n?" He asked as he picked me up and pretty much Squeezed the air out of my lungs.

"Scott I can't breathe" I said he quickly let me down. " Where have U been?" He asked again "I was sitting on the roof I just needed some space" I replied.

He nodded "ok well I heard the rest of your conversation and I think that maybe weekends you can have to your self as long as you tell me or Theo where you are going if you go out, also at school Theo and I will be the only ones that will keep and eye on you, does this seem fair?" Scott asked.

I nodded they both said goodnight and left my bedroom. I decided to go to bed myself.

Later that night it her dreams:

I was walking in the woods of beacons hills reserve when I see a girl with silver hair with her back turned towards me.

I walked closer and closer towards this girl when I noticed her arm had a silver bracelet similar to mine. I taped her on the shoulder and she turned around.

I looked at the girl in shock as I realise that she is me...

With silver hair and bright purple eyes.

she was saying something but i couldn't hear her, she looked like she was trying to warn me, suddenly i was awakened by someone saying my name but it looked as if it was coming from the girls mouth until I realised whose voice it was Scott's.

I opened my eyes and woke up to see Scott who was shaking me awake. "What?" I groaned after I rolled over so my face was buried in my pillows. "get up sleepy head we have school" I groaned "Great" i mumbled as i rolled out of bed and started to get dressed, and get ready for school.

I started with my outfit which includes black jeans with rips in them and a white crop top with a red plaid shirt wrapped around your waist then you put your white Doc Martens on. You grabbed your wallet and shoved it into your school bag. Before you left your room you grabbed your sunnies. (pic below of outfit... I do not own the pictures).

Once you were down stairs, Scott and Stiles were sitting on the couch waiting for you to come down stairs the stood up and we walked out side towards Stiles car. We were 5 minutes away from the school when suddenly Stiles drove down a different street that leads to a different direction then what the school is in.

Scott and I looked at each other, "UM stiles your going the wrong way" I said he looked at Scott and I "Yea i know but it's not me, i cant turn the car off or anything" Scott and I looked at each other and we started to try and unlock the doors but nothing would work.

Suddenly we were in the middle of the woods like in my dreams and there stood the girl from my dreams. What is happening why is my dream coming true all of a sudden, as I got closer to the girl she turned and faced me just like in the dream it was me. I decided to do something that I didn't do in my dreams.

I reached out and touched the girl. Suddenly as my hand made contact with her hand I saw a blinding silver light. And the girl spoke up.

"I am you in the future what ever decisions you make now will impact your future but as the true and only luna left of the moon goddess you will be known as the silver luna or silver wolf, there is a darkness that's seeks your power protect the ones you love, the darkness is coming, you must learn to believe in yourself and protect yourself and understand and learn to use your powers and abilities, your the last hope for Beacon Hills" she said as the light and herself started to disappear.

Suddenly I awoke laying on a couch in Scott's house with the pack and Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski and Deacon .

I felt more powerful as I stood up and opened my eyes everyone in my room was wide eyed.

"Wow y/n your eyes and hair have changed colour." Theo said as he grabbed your hand. You stood up and walked to the mirror.

You could barely recognise the girl you were but maybe this is who you are all along. You saw your bright purple eyes and silver hair.

You turned and looked at Deacon who said "she's the true luna the silver luna the last line of the moon goddess Deucalion was right she is the prophecy"

You looked at everyone. Before explaining the dream of the girl that was you and about the darkness that was to come. And her warning of the fact that I was the last hope for Beacon hills.

THE END (A/N: HEY GUYS SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN A WHILE FOR ME TO UPDATE THINGS HAVE BEEN SO HETIC AS CHRISTMAS' IS COMING UP....

I WILL BE MAKING A PART THREE TO THIS IMAGINE. THANK YOU FOR READY I HOPE YOU ENJOY

SW OUT )

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miss-m-calling · 4 years

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Chocolate Box 2020 letter

Requests (all fic):

Adult Wednesday Addams (web series) – any (Wednesday/Brian, Wednesday & Warren Agency Interns, Wednesday & OFC, Wednesday & OMC, Wednesday/OMC)

American Gods (TV) – Laura Moon/Mad Sweeney

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV) – Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel/Susie Myerson, Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel & Susie Myerson, Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel & Midge Maisel/Susie Myerson

Starred Up (2013 movie) -- Oliver Baumer/Eric Love

Dear writer,

Hello and thank you for writing for me. I’m very excited to read whatever you come up with. I hope my burbling and prompts spark your creativity, and feel free to reach out through the mods if you have any questions! My likes and DNWs are all the way on the bottom of the letter.

Without further ado…

Requests:

Adult Wednesday Addams

Wednesday/Brian

Wednesday & Warren Agency Interns

Wednesday & OFC

Wednesday & OMC

Wednesday/OMC

I belatedly discovered this webseries (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYQE9dh6f78), and it resurrected (see what I did there?) my love for Wednesday and how the Addams Family canon runs on the endless possibilities of this loving, happily eccentric family being 100% true to themselves and the world just having to deal with it. The show was everything I never knew I wanted till I watched it, the perfect blend of Addams-macabre and cozy slice of life with bonus Wednesday navigating the world alone, without always knowing her family will back her up, and it made me crave more of adult Wednesday’s mini adventures in LA. For this canon, I’m good with gen or, if you want to write that, more of Wednesday’s adventures in dating guys who really aren’t up to the challenge, and you can absolutely have Wednesday interact with OCs I haven’t listed as part of a pairing. I’m keeping the prompts pretty short, just to (hopefully) pique your creativity, as I expect I will love any way you make these or any similar scenarios play out:

-Wednesday goes to IKEA

-More of Wednesday’s interactions with the nice interns at her receptionist job. Maybe they invite her out to happy hour, or to the beach or a club. Or maybe we get to eavesdrop while they shoot the breeze on their lunch break, possibly over barbecue-chicken pizza from CPK.

-More of Wednesday’s gigs. She already babysits and walks other people’s dogs, what else might she do for extra cash that would be both really common and seemingly ill-suited to Wednesday, except she totally makes it work for her? Cat sitting (especially if the cat belongs to someone incredibly rich whose house is full of secrets – and expensive things for the cat to knock over), driving an Uber/Lyft, becoming an AirBnB host, catering/server, working the late shift in a New Age/occult supply store where none of the woo is real…?

-Or, alternately, Wednesday finds a career that is perfect for her, in which she can have success and respect. What ever could that be and still fit into the non-Addams world?

-Wednesday tries speed dating

-Or, she runs into Brian a.k.a. chains guy (I cackle with glee every time I rewatch the bit when he tries to kiss her at the pet store) a third time – how does it not go quite as he wanted or expected this time?

-Wednesday takes an evening class, or goes back to school part time, or enrolls in an online degree program

-Wednesday takes a road trip, alone or with her apartment mates/colleagues/Brian/strangers she met for carpooling purposes. Bonus points if you work in real roadside attractions, or tourist traps, or famous sites/landscapes.

-It’s Dia de Muertos, and Wednesday goes out to celebrate and soak up the atmosphere. It may or may not live up to her expectations.

American Gods (TV)

Laura Moon, Mad Sweeney

I ship it. Yes I do. They had me at “gimme-my-coin-dead-wife”-flicks-him-into-wall. The snarky road trip was the best thing I never knew I wanted until it happened, and I adored every second of it, not to mention the upped shippiness in S2. They’re both such assholes and so fascinating, even if they start to mellow toward each other a bit, and all the gods/magic/resurrection stuff swirling around them begs to be explored further. Also I love love love how their dynamic is about equal parts spikiness, pathos, and humor (they’re funny! and the canon doesn’t shy away from putting them in ludicrous situations), and it weaves seamlessly between those three. Plus she’s half his size yet can and does beat him up with literally one finger, and then there’s the angst of he having killed her, feeling really guilty about it, and then bringing her back. And the way that their New Orleans adventure makes clear they have feelings for each other (S1 was more one-sided SweeneyàLaura) but neither wants to admit it. And and and… yeah, I just love them.

My prompts are a combo of prompts I had after I binged S1 and others I added throughout S2. Even if some of this is addressed or hinted at in canon, feel free to diverge – canon divergences and canon-adjacent stories are my jam!

Please give me either missing scenes from the road trip (if you can work in a divergence, that’s great - for example, I like Salim, but if you want to have him boot Sweeney and Laura to the curb and go off on his own, or Sweeney to boost his taxi before Salim catches them, or whatever else to have those two alone, go for it!), or a divergence from either season (instead of going to Ostara, they go where? to see whom? about getting Laura resurrected. Or things go down differently in New Orleans, or Cairo, or anywhere else) or something about these two post-canon.

-Laura discovers (how? you decide!) that Sweeney gave her back the coin after their accident – whatever happens next, some punching may be involved. (If nothing else, Mama-Ji mentions that the coin is now in Laura’s heart, and we saw Sweeney place it on her ribcage after the accident, whereas it was originally in her gut like she’d swallowed it. Laura might ask herself how the hell it moved.)

-Wednesday’s big war finally comes, and “don’t you dare die on me [again], you asshole” is a line either Sweeney or Laura (or both) might say to each other.

-Laura asked “What does Wednesday have to lose?” and the answer is…? (Yes, give me that sweet poetic justice. One possibility, though not remotely the only one, but as of S2E3 Laura is technically a god-killer...) Or later when she straight-up says she’s going to kill Wednesday, but is warned to bring power with her when she does, how does that work? How else might she damage Wednesday or ruin his plans, just in case she can’t actually kill him?

-At the end of S2, Laura hoists Sweeney’s dead body over her shoulders and strides off, seemingly leaving Cairo, Shadow, and all of it behind. Tell me what happens then – does she use Baron Samedi’s potion to bring him back, and whose is the blood filled with love she uses (does she still bleed? You could get creative here, worldbuilding is also my jam)? Does her/his coin play a part – and how come the coin still “powers” Laura despite Sweeney’s death? Does she bring him back another way, maybe figuring out how to keep herself around and be able to give Sweeney back his coin? Does he come back like she did, more undead than alive, or does his godhead, however depleted, help with that? That still leaves Laura to be fully resurrected too… Or does something completely out of left field happen – surprise me!

-Possible divergences from “Treasure of the Sun”: Sweeney manages to kill Wednesday, and then Laura rolls up, and then…? Or Laura rolls up and makes like Mama-Ji told her – destroys some motherfuckers? Or Sweeney gets killed temporarily but Laura brings him back, or brings herself back, or does something else with the Baron’s potion, and is Sweeney’s blood the one filled with love, or can we interpret voodoo spells in a non-literal way? Or what happens with Gungnir hidden in Sweeney’s hoard? And definitely how do they deal with each other once they meet up in Cairo, given how they parted in New Orleans (I don’t know what hurt more to watch: Laura deflecting at the diner, or Sweeney rambling drunkenly about her when Shadow finds him, or later on telling Shadow with such desperate sincerity to keep her away from Wednesday)?

-Or how about a wild divergence from the last several episodes? Sweeney and Laura manage to settle their differences (ahem, more fucking, on this plane of reality, might help) and don’t part ways before leaving NOLA. Or they roll up in Cairo separately but at the same time, and confront Wednesday together, and neither of them die (or die more, in her case). Or they’re there together when the police nearly raid the house. Or they have Wednesday (the ultimate cause of Laura’s death) and Ibis (a death deity) and Bilquis (a love/death/life deity) on hand, surely they can concoct some kind of resurrection thingamajig for Laura, and if they have to twist some divine arms then so be it. Or or or…?

-Wednesday told that luckless cop that Sweeney had been against the big gods’ war from the start, and while Wednesday lies, what if Sweeney decided much sooner to say to hell with Grimnir and his war and his having Sweeney kill random people? I’m guessing Sweeney too drank three glasses of mead so he can’t back out without dire consequence – but he does have a fierce, dead woman in his corner.

-They go to some as-yet-unnamed old god (feel free to bring in whatever mythology you want) in order to bring Laura back to life. Between Sweeney’s mouth and temper, and Laura’s mouth and temper, it doesn’t go well. Now one or both of them are in big magical trouble with a pissed-off deity and have to get themselves/each other out of it.

-Speaking of other deities, I really enjoyed their brief canon interactions with Ostara, Anansi, and Mama-Ji, and I’d like to see more of that, especially Ostara’s polite yet over-it attitude, Anansi very obvious over-it attitude and his dramatic flair, or Mama-Ji being one of the few capable of giving Laura pause.

-All the petty, ridiculous ways in which Sweeney’s bad luck manifests itself make me laugh (can’t help it, won’t even try), and I’m down for more variations on that theme.

-Sweeney and Laura fighting together, like they did on Mr. Town’s train of torture. Whether it’s a bar fight of their own making, or the big gods’ war they find themselves embroiled in, or something else entirely.

-Things happen and Laura finds herself in the position to throw Sweeney under the bus but also help/save him, and while he knows it’s only karma (he did kill her way back when), he can still be pissed off about it – how do they navigate this?

-Related to that, the Baron said: “In death is her true love, but she betrays him also.” If that meant Sweeney, or can mean Sweeney in the future (I don’t like destiny-wills-it stories, and they’re definitely not there yet, but they could maybe get there at some future point, and even then It Would Be Complicated), was the betrayal Laura rejecting him after the loa ‘fuck them,’ or is it something that hasn’t happened yet, and if so, what?

-Laura gets fully alive again, but traces of her (un)dead state remain – what are they, how does she cope, what price did she/he/they have to pay for her resurrection, and how does their relationship change? I’d especially be curious how it would work if they’re already a sorta-maybe-item and then she’s alive again and it’s weird in a new way.

-For reasons I’ll leave up to you, Sweeney and Laura have to stay put in a single place for a while and end up essentially cohabiting, regardless of what their relationship is at that point. Take “cohabiting” as literally or as creatively as you want – in any case, I’m sure it will be marvelously disastrous and amazing. If the place they have to stay happens to be NOLA, all the better, I find everything about that city fascinating. Or, if you wanted to use book canon, Laura and Sweeney (rather than Shadow) are the ones who have to spend time living in Lakeside and deal with its creepy Norman Rockwell-ness and with Hinzelmann.

-Slight or major AU from the opening of “The Ways of the Dead”: Laura has hitchhiked with Sweeney instead of going off in a huff with Wednesday, or she otherwise gets to New Orleans sooner, and she and Sweeney tear up the town together. Gimme bar fights, carnival shenanigans, all the food and drink porn, backstage craziness with the Christian rock band (Sweeney seems to have a backstage pass on a lanyard around his neck when Laura finds him)… Maybe they even cross the paths of some loa and it doesn’t get all angsty (for what it’s worth, I think the reason the sex magic didn’t bring Laura back to life was because she couldn’t accept the truth(s) revealed during the astral-plane sex and just ask Sweeney to prick his finger for the potion – instead she defaults straight to “this is all Wednesday’s evil plan” the morning after – not because the loa fucked them over). They were actually getting along nicely in those first couple of scenes in NOLA, only ribbing each other a little while still being their grouchy selves, before they got to Le Coq Noir. I wouldn’t have minded seeing some more of that.

-AU from the end of “The Ways of the Dead”: they still have their big fight (which was amazing as well as painful) or some variation thereof, but they don’t split up. (Maybe the reason is as mundane as Sweeney refusing to get left behind or they have a shared ride out of town, or maybe the more time passes the less Sweeney can afford to be far from his coin – or maybe the coin needs him close by to work at full capacity.) And then what?

-All the old gods hide their true appearance to an extent. A situation arises in which Laura sees Sweeney’s true, or at least old, self (I’m thinking of his surprise!poignant monologue about when he used to be a king, and him in full Celtic warrior mode in the S2 flashbacks). Or Wednesday’s war ends in victory, meaning the old gods again get belief, worship, and sacrifices. How does Laura, the ultimate skeptic even when she’s on the other side of the mirror, react? How does this new knowledge and new reality change her opinion of/attitude to Sweeney? Or to flip that around, if Sweeney were again relevant and believed-in, would that actually change his bad attitude and fix his issues (my guess is it would be complicated)? On that note, Sweeney’s decline from Lugh to king to leprechaun was more sketched in than really explored in canon, ditto I didn’t really get why he couldn’t seem to remember his own history except in snatches (the curse that made him a bird/madman of the woods?) – I’d love to see more about it and his (not) dealing with it, or with a reversal of that decline. Eorann told him long ago to adapt and change with the times – but what does that mean after humpteen centuries in a rut and becoming used to always feeling angry and unappreciated?

-The power of names, since they never use each other’s in canon: for all his “dead wifeing,” there comes a time when Sweeney (has to) call her by her actual name, and that’s a tricky moment for them to navigate. Or, Mad Sweeney is not his actual name, and true names have great magical power and so must be kept secret; Laura discovers or learns his name, from someone else or from himself; what does she do with that knowledge? Or, Sweeney gets to say “cunt” in a situation (sexual or otherwise) where, not only does Laura not peel his lips from his gums, but she finds that she can’t object, even though she knows that he knows that he’s getting away with it.

-So far in canon, it’s pretty clear that Sweeney has a lot of complicated but sincere feelings for Laura. Laura is still pretty focused on Shadow (or rather her idealized vision of Shadow and what their relationship might yet be), whom she seems to equate with her own lost-maybe-to-be-regained life, although that’s starting to change at the end of S2. For one thing, she’s starting to soften toward Sweeney as she realizes he’s doing things for her that are not all about getting his coin back (and her sparring match with Wednesday in “Muninn” as well as Shadow refusing to be called puppy anymore in “Moon Shadow” may finally force her to accept that her relationship with Shadow died alongside her and Robbie on that road in Indiana). Not to mention the shared truth revealed in “The Ways of the Dead” (bullshit was that just Laura’s truth!) and how Laura flips out rather than deal with it and Sweeney can’t spit out that it mattered to him either, or how obviously cut up she is about Sweeney’s death despite refusing to admit it. Tell me the story of how Laura stumbles her way to feeling – and acknowledging that she feels – more complex, maybe kinder or softer, really annoying for her blunt-force-trauma-personality things about Sweeney and about the notion that her dynamic with him is different from the way she tended to use men for her convenience without really letting them in in the past. Also I’m pretty sure that even if they can admit they feel the same – or sorta in the same ballpark – about each other, their relationship would still run on a lot of conflict, and I would so be here for it.

-On that note: in “Munnin” it also becomes clear that Laura has, without realizing it herself, started to rely on Sweeney. The “I trusted you” line made me think, whoa she’s too furious to catch herself doing it but this is huge for Laura, and the fact that she goes off with Wednesday (!) basically because she’s mad at Sweeney because she thinks he’s prioritizing his debt to Wednesday over her… Yeah, I would like to see that explored some more and/or to see Laura and Sweeney get to a point where they trust each other and rely on each other, and know it and accept it, however difficult the getting there and being there may be for them.

-Sweeney has this intense need to see himself as a brave person and someone worthy of the world’s respect – but his past and his long experience as just a leprechaun have chipped away at that. Add the guilt of having been the instrument of Laura’s death and then all the pesky feelings he develops for her, and it’s a lot. Obviously his final actions in S2 are his trying to reclaim that courage and nobility of old (also to spite Wednesday, who’s messed both him and Laura up), but I would love to read about his character development under different circumstances, where Laura is there all the way, as opposed to them parting ways and meeting up again multiple times like in canon.

-And since I’m on the subject of Laura, you know how she’s not actually an abrasive bitch all the time to everyone? And when she is, the people on the receiving end of it sometimes richly deserve it, or very occasionally they push back (ILU, Mama-Ji!), and anyway it’s refreshing to see a female character who defaults to confrontational and doesn’t bother flirting and accommodating others for the sake of social harmony? As much as I enjoy watching her rip into people (ahem, Sweeney), I also love it when she acts differently, like her genuine interest in getting to know Salim and her joy in seeing him again in S2, or her running passive-aggressive battle of wills with Wednesday. Her beginning to feel sympathy for Sweeney and her anger and disappointment when she feels let down by him are a part of that, and I’d love to see all that explored more. Nuance! Give me all the nuance and seeming contradictions in both Laura and Sweeney’s characters!

-Sweeney and Laura get drunk and wake up married. Or some sex and/or blood resurrection spell results in basically an unbreakable marriage bond, whether it also secures resurrection or not. Or marrying the dead keeps them (sorta) alive. Or being married makes it possible for them to share magical/supernatural abilities. They’re both pissed about it, but secretly having to make it work may not be the worst thing that’s ever happened...

-My perfect AG spinoff would basically be Sweeney and Laura tooling around America, looking to get her resurrected (whether they succeed or not is up to you), stealing ever more ridiculous vehicles, arguing/fighting and having those pesky moments where vulnerability and genuineness creep in – and fucking. So yessiree I’d be down for porn, including “it’s technically necrophilia/zombiesex” porn, including a canon-divergent first time, or their second time, or all the later times after they had their first time in NOLA in canon.

-If you wanted to throw in some worldbuilding, maybe something exploring living death. Magical bargains. What kind of favor did Sweeney do for Ostara that would be worth her bringing someone back to life as repayment? What other powers might Sweeney have – or have left from when he was Lugh? How long can a dead wife keep going before she’s “soup”? What other superhuman abilities might dead!Laura have? Can the dead do magic? What even are the rules governing and the limits of different beings’ magical abilities? For example, why can’t Sweeney just take his coin back, or why does Laura gain super-strength as part of her undead package deal? Is the hoard in the same space as the behind-the-scenes accessed through the merry-go-round, or it’s a different place? Why does the coin seem to start to “run down” the longer Laura has it? Why did Wednesday need Laura to kill Argus when he killed Vulcan himself just fine? What happens with Gungnir now it’s in the hoard – can only Sweeney get to it, has it been transformed somehow (it’s now the treasure of the sun), etc.?

If it helps your inspiration, you can find some of my meta and lots of tag-burbling about these two here. I have read the book though I remember it only in bits and pieces, and while I prefer the show characters and the fact that they get thrown together, you can use or riff on book material if you want, though I’d prefer a story that isn’t just a retread of the book. With reference to one of my DNWs, for this canon, describing Laura’s physical decay is totally fine. Also, Shadow/Laura don’t interest me except as a part of Laura’s backstory (so if your story wants to include Laura figuring out or having already figured out that pinning all her hopes on Shadow to make everything right is unrealistic, unfair, and not how it works – by all means, go for it!), and Shadow/Sweeney interest me not at all.

Canon-specific DNWs: Sweeney dying/staying dead (at least not permanently), Laura being treated as just a part of Sweeney’s story, and Laura being Essie’s reincarnation/descendant/reincarnation of Sweeney’s wife from back when he was a king in old Ireland. Reincarnation/“new love looks like old love”/“lost love found again” plots bore me, and I don’t enjoy ships that hinge on characters being somehow destined to be together. Characters having agency is my jam as much as canon divergences are. Anyway I’m certain that Laura would have neither time nor patience for the notion that Destiny Fate and All That Jazz threw her together with ginger minge, and even if it were technically true, she’d still want this relationship to work on her terms – and Sweeney obviously has a problem with Laura’s cheating, her relationship with Shadow, her personality (though he also recognizes they’re alike in many ways), and all that maps onto his anger and sadness over becoming irrelevant over time, so it’s not just about Laura. So yeah, let them be their own (grumpy, spiky, dysfunctional) people, and let Laura’s dynamic with Sweeney not be shaped solely by his past and his issues.

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV)

Lenny Bruce/Miriam “Midge” Maisel/Susie Myerson

Lenny Bruce & Miriam “Midge” Maisel & Susie Myerson

Lenny Bruce/Miriam “Midge” Maisel & Miriam “Midge” Maisel/Susie Myerson

I’m here for Midge’s adventures in the intoxicating, foul-mouthed, and often-frustrating world of comedy, so her dynamic with Susie and Lenny is where it’s at. Shippy or platonic, I just love the interactions between these three, and between every pair combination among them: Midge and Susie bantering and swearing and tits-upping even when they irritate each other, Midge and Lenny bringing the pathos as well as the humor, and Lenny and Susie both being hardened old pros with still a little glimmer of starry eyes. I am good with L/M/S or L&M&S or L/M & M/S – so, if you go the shippy route, either a V-shaped triad or hey, Susie (whom I absolutely read as gay) might find a way to be good with a full-on triangle… If you want to keep it platonic, True Companions all the way, always there for each other, even when they want to strangle each other. And as much as I like the comedy inherent in the characters, I also love that they’re all three, each in their own way, messed up people and dysfunctional to various degrees. So yeah, I just want Midge to hand the kids over to her parents, ditch Joel once and for all, marry (interpret that as literally or as loosely as you want) both Susie and Lenny, and for the three of them to ride off into the sunset to make comedy history.

Most of these prompts are from before S3 dropped – feel free to work with canon or diverge however you see fit:

-Does Susie manage them both? Does Midge open for Lenny on tour? Does he open for her??? Or they become equal stars on the comedy circuit?

-Maybe Lenny joins Shy Baldwin’s tour, or they run into him while touring Europe or the US, or after Shy fires Midge, Midge and Susie cobble together a Miriam-only tour of America and keep crossing Lenny’s own touring path, and they all tool around, and yes I would love as much period detail and geography porn as you can throw at me. And while Lenny and Midge have seen the world, Susie hasn’t – her reaction to different foods, languages, customs, landscapes would be spectacular to witness. Especially if “different” is someplace as close to New York as Jersey or Connecticut, or someplace as far away and different as, say, Japan.

-If they do go to Europe, somehow or other they also tour the Soviet Bloc. Cue culture clashes, getting followed (or thinking they’re being followed) by the secret police, getting hammered on vodka and herring and pickles, and then when they get back to the States, the Feds grill them. It’s all dead serious, and Midge and Lenny refuse to take it as seriously as they should, while Susie is trying but the whole thing is really pissing her off…

-Lenny’s burned out, and Midge is just getting started. This dissonance may or may not find some sort of resolution. One thing’s for sure: Susie has limited patience for both Lenny’s depression and Midge’s need to make everything pretty.

-Instead of going to Joel for a no-way-is-that-closure fling after the Steve Allen Show taping, Midge goes to have a drink or seven with the two people who have, in their own ways, always been there for her and never let her down.

-Midge goes on TV again, this time as the star: longer set, prime time slot, dressing room, the works. She’s dying of nerves. Lenny and Susie coach her through it.

-More radio work to make ends meet in between gigs: hilaribad period ads, hilaribad radio drama, running all over town to be on time, getting paid in all kinds of dubious merch…

-Midge and Susie head out west to make it big and stay with Lenny once they’re in Los Angeles, and it’s marvelous (ha ha) and disastrous in equal measure.

-More of Susie being the hypercompetent manager we saw especially in S3! (And please don’t dwell on her gambling problem, I was not a fan.)

-They all three get drunk, maybe with a hint of sadness if it’s the holidays (you can ignore my DNW about holidays, but please let that be just the background, not the lynchpin of the story) or someone’s birthday, and there’s a bar fight, running from the cops, eating greasy food at ass o’clock, and possibly kissing, not necessarily in that order.

-One or two or all three of them get arrested/have court appearances all over America and have to bail each other out, or find someone to bail them all out, or secure legal counsel – you get the drift. Or all three of them are trying to explain to a single lawyer what happened, talking over each other, the two pros not being able to resist landing zingers and Susie not being far behind, and the lawyer just getting more and more confused.

-They get in trouble some other way – offended patrons, surly management, shitty hotels, tour bus breaks down in the middle of Wyoming – and have to have each other’s backs because no one else will.

-Three-person road trip or tour, and only Susie knows how to drive. So Midge decides to learn, right then and there. And Lenny… Lenny may or may not be too lazy/hungover/lying about not knowing how. There’s supposed to be a rotation so everyone gets to stretch out on the back seat for equal lengths of time, but you know the system doesn’t work too well in practice. Also, they play games in the car to while away the time, and they do it their own way of course: I spy, cows on my side, never have I ever, 20 questions, or riffing on whatever’s playing on the radio…

-They sit down to watch the moon landing (you can move it up a bit so it’s not happening a whole decade after S2) – by which I mean, Midge is all gung-ho about the moon landing, and Lenny and Susie are like whatever – and things don’t quite go to plan, but a good time is eventually had by all.

-It’s Yom Kippur again, and Midge wants to do the whole production: synagogue, breaking fast, the lot. Lenny and Susie would rather eat glass. Midge gets her way, of course. Does she decide to bring Susie and Lenny home to meet – or meet properly – her parents??? I bet Abe and Rose’s reactions would be something to see. (This too is an exception to my DNW about holiday settings – I just want stuff to get as crazy as it did the two times we saw Yom Kippur celebrated on the show, and for everything to still somehow turn out relatively OK.)

-Midge and Lenny have cheered each other up when the going got extra rough. I want for Susie to be especially down in the dumps – maybe her boozehound of a mother died and Susie took it worse than she does in canon, maybe some asshole told her she’s a shit manager and got her right in her insecurities – and Midge to rope Lenny into trying to cheer her up. And for Susie to fight them every step of the way but still be glad they care enough to try.

-Inspired by Susie’s brother looking just like her, by which I mean she and he and their sister look nothing alike, and by Lenny’s “she’s my mother” quip about Midge at the TV studio and then his “let me introduce my wife or maybe my sister” in Miami – Midge, Susie, and Lenny pretend to all be blood relatives, or mafiosi, or spies, or something else they’re not, while out in public, say in a restaurant. Just to be assholes and see how long they can keep it going before they break character or people figure them out, or call the cops, or something. There’s totally a bet on who corpses and breaks character first. Or, nice hotels ca. 1960 weren’t very big on letting unmarried couples, let alone threesomes stay in rooms together – pretending to be family might make that easier; forgetting what they’re meant to be to each other, or mixing up their backstories might make it harder. This could also work platonically, if they’re trying to save money by only getting one room, there only being one free room in the hotel, or for any other screwball reason you can invent.

-Lenny and Midge do a (comeback) tour of the Borscht Belt, and all the Steiner Mountain Resort guests (especially the gossipy old hens from the beauty salon) and staff go to see them – and heckle.

-Stuff happens and they end up performing at some hole in the wall place where no one knows who they are (or no one believes it’s really those people they’ve seen on TV) – tough crowd, but a good workout for the two comics, and if Susie gets to threaten to rip off someone’s head, all the better.

-Lenny and Midge honing their routines – and maybe developing a double act – and Susie being all “oh my fucking god, what the fuck!!! … They’re actually good. I’m so proud.”

-Sharing a bed with two other people is an ongoing project: who sleeps (or refuses to sleep) in the middle? Who gets up during the night and why? Who starfishes across most of the bed? Who snores, and how does this get handled? If alcohol or pot have happened, how does that affect the sleeping arrangements? Also, Susie and Lenny witness and react to Midge’s beauty routine, ‘nuff said. Or, for various reasons one person after another ends up decamping to another room/bed/couch, but it doesn’t help them get much sleep or even stay there very long (this is inspired by my love of Shirley Jackson and her short story/humorous essay “The Night We All Had Grippe”). If you prefer to keep it platonic, most of this would work if they’re just sharing a double bedroom on tour (I leave the reason for why Lenny is bunking with the women up to you).

Canon-specific DNWs: explicit sex and pairing any two as a / couple with the third as a & hanger-on. I’m here for equality in this three-way dynamic and the banter and the surprise!feels and the companionship. And of course all the comedy, situational or stand-up. Oh, and Lenny can still be his RL messed-up, drugged-up self – albeit the gentler version the show gives us – but it would be good if he didn’t kick the bucket a handful of years down the line.

Starred Up

Oliver Baumer/Eric Love

Yes I do ship it, I do, I do!

Ahem. Don’t get me wrong, I liked what the movie did with the father-son relationship and its influence on both men’s character development – but I really wish they hadn’t got Oliver out of the action before the story’s climax (not like that!). The final denouement with Love father and Love son was great, as was the hint at the end that Eric learned something in anger-management group and has a support network that will help him a lot. But. I would have wanted to see more of the intriguing dynamic between Eric the intelligent, semi-feral, yet not-incorrigible, young thug and Oliver the educated, dedicated, kind yet aware of his own potential for violence (what was he on about with “I need to be here”?), slightly older counselor. They had me at Oliver’s “I want him” and Eric later telling his father that Oliver’s a better man than Love Sr. Also the not-flirting and the push-pull in the scene when Oliver picks up Eric from his cell - yowza!

Prompts:

-I would love to see Oliver return to holding his group in prison, so the two of them can interact more, either in the movie’s immediate aftermath or years down the line, as it’s implied that Eric will be serving a long sentence. Give me more scenes from anger management or the ribald, honest, free-flowing conversations in group, either with the other men present (I liked Hassan and Tyrone especially, among the group members) or a one-on-one session.

-An oblique or open-but-undramatic admission/declaration that they both know there’s something there, even if they don’t know what to do with it. Or, one or both of them knows exactly what to do with it, and the push-pull that would result from that.

-Dirty talk: used for arousal, as a defense mechanism, as a form of flirtation. Eric using slurs to assert dominance, and Oliver not letting him hide behind profanity, when he can use colorful language to express emotion and/or sexual interest. There could definitely be some verbal taunting/flirting about who wants/is eager to do what or is good at doing something. There may be some sniping comments about logistics and (lack of) condoms and barebacking and what men get up to in prison. There probably wouldn’t be deep discussions about sexual identity.

-An emergency in the prison requires a lock-down, so Oliver gets temporarily stuck in Eric’s cell or another room with only Eric for company. Things get porny and/or emotional.

-Eric is eventually released (you can handwave this so it happens soon after the movie or have it happen years later) and crashes with Oliver while he adjusts to the outside world. You guessed it: things get porny and/or emotional.

-How do they get to the point where both can cross that line from friends/whatever the hell they are and become, to lovers? (There’s Eric’s personal history and general discomfort with vulnerability, plus all the ways prison sex can be or make things complicated, and if it helps, I headcanon Oliver as either gay or bi and at least somewhat closeted, at work especially.) Who initiates and “directs traffic”? How does their always-contentious dynamic shift during and after sex? Is the sex an isolated (series of) occasion(s), or a progression/escalation over multiple encounters (how would I love especially an escalating series of encounters, let me count the ways)? Eric might seem like the logical initiator and/or dominant partner as well as using the possibility of sex to manipulate and exert control, but then Oliver might (or might not!) surprise him and is definitely the one more in touch with himself as well as aware of his custodial duty toward the men in the group.

-At some point in their intimate relationship (probably not right at the start, and probably not in prison, though if you can make it happen in prison, more power to you!), Oliver decides he’s going to take his sweet time and make Eric fall absolutely apart with pleasure, while using dirty talk to both arouse and empower Eric to own his desires – by that point, Eric is in a place where he can let that happen and enjoy it, even if he still talks tough.

-Role reversal: Oliver as the con (jittery, shut off, sticking out like a sore thumb in prison with all his fancy learning, yet no pushover) and Eric as the newbie counselor (kid from the wrong side of the tracks made good? Youthful hoodlum turned around his life, now trying to help others via tough love and lots of swearing and maybe a bit of manipulation when called for?)

Likes:

I love pre-canon, canon, post-canon, canon-divergent, and missing-scene stories. I love character-driven and plot-driven stories equally, and I love fics which mix humor and angst/serious business when appropriate for the canon.

I love stories about characters at work and play, group dynamics, family dynamics (including constructed families), professional partnerships, friendships, alliances, rivalries, intimate couples (new lovers/first times as well as long-term/established couples), UST-ridden couples who are not just UST-ridden but connected in other ways too, etc.

I love irony, snark, humor as well as angst arising from the characters rather than the plot crowbaring it in, linear, non-linear, and 5+1 stories, hopeful endings, happy endings, bittersweet endings, worldbuilding, spiky characters who keep their jagged edges and spikiness in adversity as well as when their lives are going well, square-peg-in-round-hole characters, characters who are their own worst enemies as well as those who can get over themselves when the occasion calls for it, characters with conflicting values which may or may not be reconciled/resolved, characters who treat each other with respect and as equals even if they hate/annoy/can’t stand/love to dislike each other.

I especially love workplace stories (this can mean anything from an actual workplace/casefic/procedural setting to anything that revolves around the canon world in which the characters live) in which the characters are competent and dedicated to the job, and while they may not be exactly friends and they may well irritate one another, they still manage to rub along to get the job done and maybe even grow to care about one another (much to their surprise and sometimes reluctance/discomfort). Or, if they can’t get along, show me why not and what’s preventing them from finding common ground.

In terms of ship dynamics, I love (where it fits the characters) banter, competitiveness or antagonism shading into attraction (this tension need not be resolved), oh-god-why-did-it-have-to-be-you-what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this, bickering yet loving couples, characters who are serious about their romantic interests, characters who think they are much better at flirtation than they actually are, characters forced to work together only to prove much more compatible than they initially assumed, fics which mix an exploration of characters’ professional and everyday lives with shipping. A dynamic I cannot resist is shipping a couple who are incompatible in some important way (they are ideological enemies, cop and criminal, spies from opposite sides, one betrayed the other or they betrayed each other), and while they love and want each other they’re also not willing to change sides or surrender/compromise their identity for the other’s benefit, and how they might (or not) make their relationship work anyway.

I don’t have any very specific likes for smut, other than smut fitting the characters – show me how their canon dynamics spill over into the bedroom (or other place of congress). I also like sexual scenarios that subvert expectations a little and surprise the characters themselves (e.g., the person who’s usually quiet or more passive taking charge, the more aggressive person goes with it possibly snarking or commenting on it as long as they can). And I like sexual scenarios that contain an element of competition, antagonism, oh-god-this-is-a-bad-idea-but-we’re-going-for-it-hammer-and-tongs, not wanting to admit feelings or show vulnerability except oops it happens anyway, whether the characters acknowledge it or not, or just people getting way more into it or being more affected by it than they thought they would. When it fits the characters and their canon dynamic, you also can’t go wrong with we-both-wanted-this-for-forever-and-now-we-both-know-it-so-here-we-go-diving-in-headfirst. For het and/or slash, oral, vaginal, anal incl. pegging, manual (ifyouknowwhatImean) – it’s all good. You can go as veiled or as explicit as you like, but please avoid excessive medical jargon – I don’t find a lot of mention of “penis” or “clit” sexy.

DNWs:

MPREG, A/B/O, knotting, D/s, kinks, incest, underage, genderswap/genderbent characters, xeno, non-/dub-con, torture and abuse (this and non-/dub-con can be mentioned if the story needs it, but please don’t dwell on it in loving detail or subject any of my requested characters to it), dwelling on bodily fluids (mentions of gore/blood and come are fine), toilet humor, character bashing, issuefic, gender/sexuality/race/ethnicity/religion/ability/identity headcanons, unrequested ships, soulmates and soul marks, major character death (the exception is Laura Moon in American Gods dying so she can become undead), serious illness or injury, pregnancy and children, holiday or wedding setting/theme, secondary characters shipping the main pair like it’s their job, reference to RL current events, 1st/2nd person POV, unrequested crossovers or fusions, AUs which have nothing to do with canon

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